Gabriel Asika was here, Gina thought as she rushed towards the locker room, which adjourned the powder room, in giddy steps. No, scratch that, Gabriel Asika had just requested her for the night. She wasn't sure how she felt about that considering how she viewed the man.

She ran her fingers across the wad of cash again, watching the notes flicker as they flapped together. She had charged extra and he had overpayed. Men who occasionally did that were those into kinky stuff and the girls had confided in her that it was worth it though it was extremely painful sometimes. She had never been requested for such before; the men found her inexperienced and rarely asked for her a second time. That was why she had been surprised when Iyke the manager had informed her a client wished to speak to her in the private booth, and was even more stupified when he clarified he wasn't into extreme activities in the bedroom, just plain, old champagne sex.

His payment was exactly the kind she needed to make her break in this line of work sooner than later, but she didn't want her freedom to come from his hands, from the hands of the man that ruined her family. But the situation might be a little bit tricky 'cause even if he was the reason for her family's doom, he was still her crush.

It was a secret crush she had developed at age sixteen, when the factory had first been built and she had sneaked out of the house to go to the opening ceremony. Seeing him standing next to his father, proud and tall, had stolen her heart immediately. She couldn't get him out of her head, and it didn't help that after everything his family did, he still held claims to her heart. But that was her dream. In her dream, she could love him and hope he loved her in return, but reality put her as a twenty-one year old sex worker, and he, the overpaying customer. Even just thinking about him now felt like a dream and a nightmare meshed into one.

She reached the lockers in time and pulled open her own locker which had her stage name inscribed boldly on it in fiery, red letters. The metal locker made a clanging noise as she reached inside to pull out her little black sequined dress. Her matching golden purse and pumps lay at the back of the locker. She pulled them along too, and quickly changed into her dress, reaching into her bikini top to pull out some naira notes she had stuffed inside there when she was strip-teasing earlier.

She was almost done with her arrangements when a figure suddenly loomed in front of her. She knew by his ridiculously fat belly and smoky scent, as he was terribly addicted to cigarettes, that it was Iyke the manager.

Iyke was a fair, stout man with fat limbs and a double chin. His obvious addiction to brightly coloured T-shirts and blue jeans made him less attractive in Gina's eyes, even if he was, in reality, very wealthy.

"Going somewhere, Gina?" He quizzed, holding a lit cigarette in between his fingers. A shiver run through her when he flashed her a grin, baring his brown teeth. What was it with men's grin giving her the shivers this night? She wondered briefly.

"Yes," she nodded, moving out of his smoke line. He was indecent about that. "Yes, my customer for the night wants to go to his place."

"Yes, he might have mentioned that." He concurred disinteretedly. Leering at her outfit, he unconsciously scratched under his chin, running fat fingers under his untidy beard. For a man who was practically swimming in money because of this establishment, he lived like a dirty pauper.

"Where's my commission?" He asked suddenly, stretching out a fat palm.

She sucked in a sharp breath, realizing she was in trouble. She had been so deep in thought she had forgotten to separate the cash. The bills were together and Iyke was too observant to let her extra pay go to her. He always demanded the same percentage no matter how much you charged your customers.

Resignedly, she pulled out the wad and counted out twenty thousand and gave him the rest. He quickly counted the bills, smirking that she was an obedient worker.

"Seriously, I prefer you to your sister. Always giving me headache. And she's not even that pretty. If you weren't so stubborn, you could have been the hottest face of this club. But no matter, everyone to his own," he commented, turning to leave.

She sighed, cursing at her bad luck. She didn't have time to wallow in self pity, however, so she slung her purse over her arm and took the exit door that led to the bar area.

As agreed, Gabriel was waiting for her at the bar. She put on a fake smile and walked up to him. He swallowed his vodka drink in one sweep and then stood up, making her wonder if he was immune to getting intoxicated.

"I thought you had run away with my money. I was on the verge of coming to find you," he teased, tracing his hand to her lower back to guide her out of the club towards his black Bentley parked in the clubs' garage.

He opened the door for her, closing it after she had climbed in and rounded the car to come enter the drivers' side. He started the ignition and then drove off into the night.

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"Make yourself comfortable. I'll go freshen up," he murmured and headed to the door adjoining the room at the western side, the door she supposed led to the ensuite bathroom.

They were presently in his room, or precisely, what she assumed was his room. The room held no momentos to indicate it belonged to him, hence her doubts. Asides the fact that the house was big enough to have more than one room, so it figures.

She didn't have time to admire the house when they arrived barely ten minutes ago as Gabriel was more determined to get her upstairs to the bed than in actually being familiar with her. So, she took the spare time she had before he returned from the bathroom to admire the room.

The large room held a queen-sized bed at the center. The soft-looking bed had a black and grey patterned quilt covering it. Beside the bed on both sides were white side table with drawers which had night lamps placed on them. At the left side of the room was the wooden wardrobe that held a full-length mirror. Beside it was the door that led to the bathroom. The right portion of the room had a heavy metal door that she assumed led out to the balcony. The room spelt of luxury and rich decor despite the dull hues of black and cream lining the ceiling, floors and walls.

The sound of closing tap snapped her out of her gazing session, and she quickly sprung into action. She moved towards the bed, hoping to be set before he rejoined her. He was paying her to give him a night to remember and she wanted to please him too.

She sat on the bed and removed her shoes, pushing them under the side table. She pushed her golden purse under the table too, before remembering her job.

Quickly, she searched through the bag and pulled out a roll of condom. They were always advised by the health workers and church evangelism team that always barreled them to repent, and to be careful- when they wouldn't- as to not contract terrible diseases. She had heard some customers didn't like using them, and she hoped Gabriel wasn't one of them.

She stood up from the bed and reached behind her to unzip her gown, wanting to get herself ready for the night. A warm hand wrapped around her waist and she stilled. Instinct told her it was friendly, and she frowned realizing she didn't hear him walk into the room.

"Allow me," he said, placing his lips close to the junction between her neck and her shoulders. He unzipped her dress, in a tantalizing slow motion, definitely in no hurry. His other hand moved up and down slowly around her waist massaging it.

"You're so beautiful, Gina," he murmured, his deep voice resonating in the dim room, even as he sent kisses along her neck that sent shivers down her spine.

He smelt good, Gina thought widely, pushing her body out towards his subconsciously, wanting to get closer. She wanted his lips on hers, and the snail's pace he was using was driving her crazy. Her lips parted as he pushed the gown off her shoulders, allowing it to pool to the ground at her feet. He chuckled when he saw she had changed out of her pink bikinis into sheer, black bra and thong.

"I would have loved to see those pink straps again, you know," he hummed, his hands reaching to cup her bras in front, slowly kneading them in their confines.

Her eyes followed his movements, getting a little bit confused for a moment. "The straps are work clothes. They are uncomfortable sometimes," she clarified, biting her lips to stop her from letting out a satisfying sigh. His hands worked like magic.

He nodded, releasing her cup as he slowly turned her to look at him. His eyes were narrowed as he studied her features.

"I want you, all of you. Just for me, Gina," he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire.

She nodded absent-mindedly. Well, it wasn't that hard, he was paying for the whole night, after all.

He raised her chin slightly so he could look into her eyes. Holding her gaze, he tilted his head towards hers and captured her lips in his, briefly shocking her. Gina had been kissed before, but this took her by surprise. She knew she was awful at it but none of her clients ever bothered with showing her the ropes, interested in their own satisfaction more than anything. It hence came as a shock to her when Gabriel slowed the pace down, allowing her to follow his lead. He licked her bottom lips, moistening for his entry later. Her lips parted of their own volition giving him room to draw her lips between his, causing small delicate moans to escape them.

Using her parted mouth as gateway, he gently pushed his tongue inside her mouth and she gasped, allowing him more room. Confusedly, she pushed his tongue back, trying to not get sucked in to whatever scheme he was aiming for. She succeeded, but by the sound of his groan, she knew it was a bad move.

His arms encircled her waist, pulling her flush to his body as he devoured her lips again. Trying to concentrate on two things at a time turned out to be very hard, Gina realized in that moment. Their closeness told her how aroused he was, and she was too, but the kissing was a bit confusing since it was all too new for her. Her clients didn't do kissing, or any kind of foreplay for that matter, preferring to jump right into it immediately they arrived.

She moaned in protest, trying to escape this strange action, but he was having none of it, taking her lapse in concentration to push his tongue into her mouth. She knew how futile it was to fight back, so she wrapped her arms around his shoulders pulling him impossibly closer as the wave started to build.

She felt herself being lifted and instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, both pulling apart for a minute, eyes glazed over with desire and passion. A second later, they found their lips again and hungrily dove into each other. She felt him move, and seconds later, the soft mattress was pushing into her back. He pulled away from the kiss to stare at her.

Her lips were swollen, her breathing labored and her eyes dazed. This was new for her, and she subconsciously swore to enjoy it while it lasted. He found her lips again, even as his hands ran slowly along her body. He trailed kisses from her lips to her neck, to her ear, pausing to nibble at her ear lobe. She let out a moan at that, and feeling encouraged, moved his kisses to the other ear. While his kisses distracted her, his hands found its way underneath her body, all the way to her bra before unhooking it and pulling it off her body. His eyes flew to the two mounds and she saw him smile, licking his lips in anticipation, which baffled her greatly.

One of the reasons she rarely had customers, or at least ones who were interested in foreplays, was because of her breasts. Turns out B cup was not a major head-turner, hence most of the men rarely paid attention to them, but to see Gabriel looking at them like they were his most treasured possessions made her feel strange. It didn't help her self esteem when he moved his lips to them, kissing them. But it wasn't until his mouth closed over one chocolate bud and his fingers rolled the other, did she react.

She tried to push away from him. This feeling was new to her. No one paid that kind of attention to them, and she had since resigned herself to the fact that they were not important, sometimes wishing they were bigger, a lot bigger. When a zap of electricity trailed down to the junction between her legs, she gasped instantly even as a moan flew out. He had to stop, she thought widely. This wasn't how their job was done. She had to point it out to him.

"Gabriel?" She croaked out and nearly cried at her voice. Once in a while, a few random sex brought her to climax, and that wave always affected her voice. They weren't even near that point yet. Her helplessness increased when she realized she forgot what she wanted to say. This man was confusing her!

"Please," she cried, writhing beneath him as his mouth transferred to the other nipple. She needed to escape his lips and his kisses, she thought widely, dragging her fingers painfully into the quilt to remain one with her conscious state. It was like being drugged.

She looked up to find him watching her, obviously loving her torment. Her lips parted as a wave rocked through her, trembling her body. She spread her legs apart unknowingly, trying to ease the ache there. He smiled as he moved up to kiss her trembling lips.

"Relax, Gina, we've barely started," he said, moving to continue his journey down her body. His lips found her stomach, then her navel, then her hips, kissing along the length of her waistline. He slipped two fingers into the lace panties and pulled them off her body, rolling them slowly along her legs until they were off. He looked up at her and grinned.

"Let's get down to business, shall we?" He quizzed rhetorically since she had no say in the matter after all.

He pulled off his shorts, watching her and his length sprung to life. Gina gasped, watching it, mesmerized. She had encountered one longer than his but to actually imagine being with her crush in the most intimate of ways nearly left her in a faint.

"Don't worry. One size fits all," he winked at her, and she blushed furiously at the meaning before averting her gaze.

He bent to kiss her again and she reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders while wrapping her legs around his waist. He chuckled at her wantonness, using his fingers to find her opening. He stroked it gently, pausing to slid a finger in, then two causing another moan to erupt from her lips. He took it as an encouragement and pushed the fingers further in, stretching her for his invasion later. She pushed her hips closer to his body, inviting him. He extracted his fingers, licked at the liquid coating them and smiled.

"It's completely obvious you're ready."

She nodded, concurring with him. She needed him inside her as soon as possible. At the dying minute, she had half a mind to remember the condom and reached for the bedside table to collect them before shoving them into his hand quickly.

"You'll need that," she mumbled shyly, averting her gaze.

He chuckled, as he tore out a foil. "Thank you, I guess."

He tore it open and sheathed his member before guiding himself down inside her. A gasp escaped her at his intrusion, even as her hips widened to accommodate him. He slipped deeper into her, positioning his waist off of her in order not to squash her and began to move. Slowly at first, building up a pace she could get used to.

She followed his lead, encouraging him with her moans which increased in intensity once his strokes increased its pace.
He connected their lips again, kissing her deeply. She followed his rhythm but had to break off, pushing him away as a stroke went deeper than the rest, forcing her to arch her hips as a result.

"Please, Gabriel," she cried, her waves building up again very fast.

"It's okay. We're almost there, sweetheart," he said, nibbling at her neck even as they rode the waves together to their climax amidst moans, groans and pants. 
Their moans of pleasure filled the room, even as they neared their peak.

Gina got there first, screaming out her climax, as her body trembled squeezing at his engorged member. He came soon after, groaning as he spilled his seed inside her, his breathing labored. He fell tiredly on top of her, his head resting on her flat belly for a second before he pulled away and out of her to go clean up.

He joined her in the bed a few minutes later, wrapping his arms around her waist. She snuggled into his embrace, loving the feeling of being in the arms of her crush. He moved his head until he was nuzzling her neck, breathing in her scent. She smiled at the action, wriggling her body to get impossibly closer to him.

"Sleep, sweetheart. You need to. And I have work tomorrow morning," he murmured, sounding tired.

She nodded, reveling in the moment when he called her sweetheart, even if she knew it was unwise to do so. The silent, even breathing behind her told her he had fallen asleep, and listening to it quickly pulled her into the deep reaches of dreamland also.

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Yeah, this is one of those many mature scenes in this book. Let's me just say, yeah, I warned you guys.

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