Lass of Lust #ProjectNigeria

Chapter 10

Loud music boomed from the overhead speakers in the club as the cooling vents cooled off sweat from people's bodies who were either grinding hard to the beat or showing off their dance moves.

At the bar, the waitresses were serving drinks to the men and their partners seated, listening and nodding their heads appreciatively to the live band that was performing.

The hotel rooms were booked fully for the night. Such that the receptionist had to turn down most offers for payment as more and more party goers trooped into the arena. All hands were on deck including Nengi's because the work was too tedious to lazy around.

Fumn blew out a frustrated breath. A male customer that she'd attended to countless number of times couldn't decide which alcoholic drink he wanted to purchase. He kept on looking at the menu and scratching his thin beard.

Fumn had asked him if he would prefer dry gin or creamy liquid but he shrugged replying that he didn't have a particular taste in mind. So, Fumn abandoned him for Nengi and moved on to attend to other customers who were calling for her attention.

The regular section of the club was jam packed and teeming with life. Those who were seated with their babes sneakily made out on the couch while those who came alone drank from their glasses silently and watched the others sashay to the beat.

The club workers had been instructed by Ebitimi to write the customer's orders in a small notebook, deliver them, record it in the account book and then ask for their method of payment without delay to avoid error. Ebitimi had told them of a waitress who worked formerly at the club and wasn't so sharp in her dealings.

During a Friday night party, some guys who drank to their heart's content quickly bolted for the exit because they had no money to pay. The management accused the waitress of not watching them closely, she had to pay for the drinks in their stead. Fumn pitied the girl on hearing the story Ebitimi relayed.

It urged Fumn to be alert because there were guys who came to party just to have their fun, steal and bolt for the door. Fumn wiped the surface of a mahogany table and placed a bottle of black label with crown berry juice in front of a male customer who was patting his pocket for cash.

A group of rich old men with exquisite taste in clothing entered into the club and headed up the stairs to the VIP lounge.

They were headed by none other than the director himself. He had a girl Fumn recognized as the pimp glued to his arm. She'd been to the club a couple of times since she began working and brought a lot of girls along with her. Those were the ones men would toy with and take to their hotel rooms if they so wished. It was quick business for them.

The director clad in a denim jean and a polo shirt that showed off his muscular arm, leaned in to whisper something in the girl's ear and she giggled excitedly. Fumn became breathy all of a sudden imagining it was her.

Just seeing the director had her nerves jumbled. Fumn retreated to her cubicle with shaky legs. She plopped down on a chair and paused to catch her breath. Exhaustion from standing for so long taking orders was slowly creeping into her body. The cooling vents blew cold air directly to Fumn's face causing her to rub her arms in an attempt to ward off the effects.

Fumn was having goosebumps. She remembered Erica telling them that someone would be called in to attend to the director and his friends. Fumn was wondering who that would be. She heard a clash coming from up the stairs which jolted her out of her reverie. It was the sound of glass chattering on the floor.

Priscilla hurried down the steps with an ice bowl. She headed straight for the kitchen and squatted to collect five spoonful of ice. Fumn and Priscilla had grown a bit distant because of how busy the work had been and they weren't so keen on switching positions. Fumn had never been to the VIP lounge before.