Lass of Lust #ProjectNigeria

Chapter 3

The first day of work was a disaster for Fumnaya. She forgot to tally her sales, she broke the ice container and lost count of the drinks she had remaining. She had to go through the painstaking process of doing a recount. Ebitimi had introduced her colleague, Nengi, who started work three months before her.

Nengi was a tall, curvy shaped beauty with an aquiline nose and small pink lips that fitted her pleasingly plump face. Nengi had eyed her warily as the manager left before offering to put her through the basics.

But Nengi thought her nothing substantial. She only stated that in the mornings when she arrived, she was to do a thorough clean up of the place and put on the ice machine and refrigerator so the drinks would be cooling off for customers.

She hadn't mentioned that she was supposed to write every sales she made in the record book and do a head count of the liquors on the high shelf. Ebitimi frowned at the serious mistakes she'd made thinking that she was a slow learner. He wasn't aware that Nengi saw Fumn as a threat.

Nengi was on off duty as it was a Wednesday and Fumn was the only one left to serve downstairs. Pentagon lounge was divided into two sections which were the VIP and the regular class.

The VIP section was handled by a reserved girl who had obviously been around for much longer than any of them. She was familiar with the dj. He was oddly cute with his bushy beards and fair complexion.

Fumn knew her as Priscilla. She was dark skinned, slim and had a square set chin. She looked thorough in carrying out her assigned duties because of the words of praise Ebitimi rained on her.

She barely spoke to Fumn and the one time she did, all Fumnaya heard was a tiny squeak. Fumn found her jovial, she cracked silly jokes on how the club manager reacted anytime he snapped. The hideous faces she'd caught him wearing made Fumn shrivel to her very core.

She made a promise to herself to stay out of the guy's trouble and mind her business. Fumn and Priscilla shared an unspoken connection, they vibed as if they'd known each other for a long time. Fumn wished she was assigned to assist her instead of being tortured by Nengi's side.

Fumn was mopping the floor when Dj Dave rushed in. It was nearing six and as usual, he was late to work but Ebitimi never questioned him. Fumn wondered why.
Dave furrowed his brows on spotting her and blinked repeatedly.

"You work here?" He asked surprised as he hadn't seen her face before.

Fumn rested her elbows on the gleaming counter and paused to catch her breath from all the hardwork.

"What does it look like?" She flipped. Dave merely shrugged and strutted up the steep staircase.

"Ebitimi said there's going to be a huge birthday party by next week so you guys have to up your games." Dave announced to no one in particular before sliding the door to his cubicle. Priscilla greeted happily and asked how he'd spent his weekend. Fumn heard their excited voices as she finished cleaning and washed the used glasses from the day before.

Ebitimi strutted in lazily and nodded his head in appraisal at Fumn before climbing up the stairs. He had barely spoken a word to Fumn since she resumed and she took that as a good sign. She waved him as he stared at her from the base of the steps with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Something sophisticating about the club manager was the way he flowed along with his guests, making the girls clamor for his attention.

Fumn sighed heavily as she stretched to get a can of Red Bull from the fridge. Staffs weren't allowed to take drinks at will, they were supposed to pay to the receptionist at the end of the day. Fumn made a mental note to jot the price down and poured herself a generous amount of the cool sweetened drink.

"What are you doing?" Dave asked making Fumn jerk and give a questioning glare to her intruder.

Fumn raised her glass and smiled briefly. "Cheers!" She pretended to clink it in the air and chugged almost half of her energy drink.

Dave laughed revealing his deep set of dimples. "You have to be careful, that stuff gets someone high!"

"Does it?" She squinted her eyes to read the alcoholic content on the body. Dave glided easily into a high back chair and observed Fumn with a hand on his jaw.

"Am I that pretty?" Fumn snickered.

Dave shrugged. "I take a queer liking to innocent looking girls."

Fumn almost spewed her drink, she had to take a deep breath to rein it in. "Why does everyone say that?"

"Do you school?" Dave asked evading the question entirely.

Fumn cleared her throat. It was stated in the club rules that students were strictly not allowed to work so she lied through gritted teeth. "No."

Dave narrowed his eyes. He wasn't buying it.

"I know you do. It shows on your face."

Fumn snorted waving dismissively. "Ohhh please."

Dave was about to press further on the topic before he was called by Ebitimi. He raced up the stairs throwing Fumn a speculative look. Fumn heaved a sigh of relief and placed the drink menu on the table.

Customers began flocking into the club at exactly seven and before long, the wide space was crowded with bodies either sitting or grinding to the beat of the loud music. Fumn was sweaty in her red polo uniform. She had been taking and delivering orders by herself and she needed a short break.

She sat down and was idly watching flashing motions on the tv when someone slapped a hand on the counter.

"You shouldn't be lazying about on duty," Ebitimi said heading to the kitchen where the ice machine hummed. "A customer at that end needs some ice with his martini. Think you can help with that?"

Fumn heaved her tired body up, took out a beer glass and crouched, shoving three spoonful of ice.

"How are you coping?" Ebitimi asked concerned. Fumn choked. This was the first time Ebitimi was actually asking about her well fare, it was genuinely surprising to say the least.

"Doing good actually. Now let me go take those orders." With that, she stalked off.

Fumn delivered what was required to the right table and asked the guy who was drunkenly making out with his chick on the luxurious couch for his means of payment.

The guy patted himself for his credit card and Fumn slotted it into her pos. She punched a few buttons and was about handing over the machine for the man to input his pin when a horde of students pushed through the entrance.

Fuck me, Fumn muttered under her breath.