The drive home was awkwardly silent. Fumn fixed her gaze out the window as she twiddled her thumbs. She couldn't recall ever telling anyone at her workplace that she was still a student. That part of her was kept hidden from the club world but occasionally, she shyly greeted some of her course mates who came to party.

Was it possible that someone had been spying on her? Fumn shook her head unbelievably. She didn't want to imagine the horror.

Just how much information had the person gathered on her? Fumn subconsciously slapped a hand on her knees causing Michael's eyes to travel down her long legs. He caught himself just in time to make a sharp turn into a bumpy road.

He had barely gone midway with the car jerking here and there than Fumn announced that she was going to stop. Michael frowned. Surrounding them were shops, barbing saloons and aboki stalls for selling fried egg and bread.

"Is this where you live?" He asked suspiciously surveying the environment.

Fumn bit on her lower lip not wanting to say anything. "Ahhh, you think I will come to your house at night to rape you? Although, I do admit that you have a tempting body."

As he talked, Fumn noticed a golden thing glinting in the darkness of his mouth. She furrowed her brows, Michael's compliment hanging loosely in the air.

"Can you open your mouth for a bit?" Fumn asked curious.

"Why, what is it you want now?" Michael replied her with another question. He slowly opened his mouth as requested and Fumn gasped, the expression on her face was priceless.

"You-ha-ve a pie-r-ci-ng on y-o-ur tong-ue," Fumn stammered pointing at the gold earring that shone as he rolled his tongue back in.

"Are you surprised?" Michael wasn't in the least bit fazed. He switched the gear to parking.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Fumn was placid. She was wondering how a human being could go through the hurtful process of using a small, sharp device to pierce his tongue when she was scared shitless of having one on her earlobe.

"Nah. It was well treated by a professional. So, you have nothing to worry about. I suggest you direct that worry on how to keep your student thingy a secret from the management though. You may never know who is watching."

Fumn's forehead creased worriedly. "What do you mean by that?"

Michael simply shrugged and blared his horn loudly. "Be safe now. I gotta go. Got some club meetings to attend."

Fumn gulped. The side door automatically opened and she clambered out with her leather handbag. "See you later."

Michael revved the engine and Fumn observed the car speed off, leaving trails of dust in it's wake.

Fumn tiredly pushed open the gate to her lodge and climbed up the well worn steps. Her stomach was rumbling and her head ached like pointed needles were being inserted into it. She held her bag by the handle as the acrid smell of cigarette wafted through her nostrils.

It was her caretaker smoking pot with some of the male neighbors. They sat on a wooden bench by the ledge and chatted obstreperously. The caretaker, David popularly known by his peers as Davido, turned and glanced at Fumn with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Bani," Davido hailed Fumn. "You hot today ohh." His gaze traveled from her spaghetti hand top to her half cut jeans. "How far na?"

Fumn snickered. Anytime Davido saw her passing by, he liked to éclat her jokingly. Fumn knew Davido was having a thing for her in his head, it showed in the way he stared longingly at her retreating back. Davido was a dark skinned, short and slender guy from Akwa-Ibom state. He had a smallish frame that no one could ever guess he was the head of a cult group.

When Fumn first heard the rumor as she gossiped with Mary, she refuted the allegations as if it was placed on her. It was later she believed when she saw a cult clash on the streets with Davido as their ring leader. She was baffled.

Davido's strong power was such that even though the other houses around were to be robbed, her lodge would still be safe. Davido dragged Fumn by the hand and eyed her up and down.

"I have been begging you for the thing since but you don't want to grant me. Why are you being wicked na?" His English accent was hilarious. The other guys were now watching to see Fumn's reaction to Davido's open confession. Fumn caught one of the dudes who was light skinned with a thin line of beard staring deeply at her.

His look was brandished with full blown lust.

"Davido, please leave me o. I am just getting back from school and I am very tired. You have a wife you are taking care of already, I don't know why you keep disturbing me." Fumn huffed folding her arms across her chest. It was true. Davido had been staying with one of his tribal girls for a few years and news had it that she'd gotten pregnant for him but had a miscarriage.

Since then, Davido was sourcing for a temporary replacement.

"But you have been whining me na. Anyway, have you paid your water fee?"

Fumn's eyeballs darted here and there. Where was the lie?

"Davido, I don't know about any water money. They barely even pump water in this lodge. And if they eventually do, we have to go downstairs to fetch. I am not going to pay any money again abeg," Fumn complained growing annoyed.

She stalked off to her room where Ozo had been patiently waiting outside.

"I am not in the mood," she started eyeing the sinews in his laps.

"I think we need to talk," his tone challenged.

Fumn flipped the pancake she was frying over, letting the half cooked side face the burning heat.

"What do we have to talk about?" She asked placing a hand on her hip. From the vantage point she stood, Ozo was sprawled on the wide bed leafing through a comic book.

"I want you to stop the club work. I have a very bad feeling about it. And that so called director you like, do you know him well?" Ozo quizzed throwing the book angrily to a corner.

"How's that any of your business?" Fumn fired viciously. She lowered the temperature of the gas cooker and lifted another pancake she'd fried into a plate. It was dinner for the evening since Kevwe had called to inform her that she was going to be spending the night at her unfaithful lover's place.

Fumn didn't want to tell Kevwe of the night she saw two men roaming their hands all over her girlfriend's body, it was going to shatter her.

"I am only giving you a warning based on a slight hunch. I am never wrong about these things. How have you been by the way?" Ozo hugged Fumn from behind placing a soft kiss on her collarbone. Fumn almost melted.

Ozo assisted her in getting the pancakes and separated them into two plates when Fumn mentioned that she wasn't up for sharing. They ate their food silently and drank their fruit juice. Fumn cleared the plates when they were done eating and loaded them in the dishwasher.

She quickly did the dishes, rinsed them and hung them on the rack to dry. Ozo was waiting for Fumn on the bed, his shirt was tossed aside. He had a clear idea of what was going to follow.

Fumn dried her hand with a clean rag and lazily walked into the room. Ozo begrudgingly took off his Calvin Klein boxers, drugging Fumn with his intense aura.

His big dick sprang to life. Fumn knelt down, settling her boobs between Ozo's thigh as she teased his cap with her wet tongue.