Saturday Night

Monday Morning 

"Congratulations!!!"

I screamed into the phone 

"Jesus Amara, calm down."

My sister Amaka said over the phone. 

"I'm the engaged one not you, don't make me go deaf for my husband biko." I could hear the joy and laughter in her voice. 

My younger sister and best friend, Amara, finally getting what she wanted and I was happy for her. 

She's the angel in the house, the good baby sister even though she is just a year younger, although we are as close and even closer than twins, I still call her baby sister, so imagine my joy when she called to inform me that her boyfriend just proposed. 

I was happy for her

She has been through a lot in the hands of men,  she just came out from a bad breakup after catching her boyfriend of 5 years in bed with his step sister, she almost committed suicide until Jide came along, and now barely three weeks later, they were already engaged. 

"Amaka," don't you think you are rushing this?" I asked concerned. 

"Amara leave that thing,  no time.  When one door closes, another opens... Why delay the inevitable. Sebi we will marry las las, so let's marry already." she replied

"Whatever makes you happy." I said

"Yes, so be here first thing tomorrow morning because we are throwing an engagement party this weekend." she announced. 

"Engagement party, this weekend?" I asked surprised. 

"Yes o, I want that dog, that useless beast that cheated on me to see how fast I have moved on. In fact Amara, come and move in with me this period because I want my sister and maid of honor with me." she excitedly said. 

"Just negodu, can you feed me in that your small hut... rubbish girl.''

We both laughed as I ended the call. 

The party was on Saturday evening and I had an ushering Job on Wednesday to attend, I had planned on turning down the job, but with this breaking news, plans have changed as my sister needs all the financial support she can get, considering our parents are late and we are all we have, I called Omotayo and told her I was game for the ushering job on Wednesday.

Wednesday Night 

"Hey Amara,  looking hot ooo,  slay them." Omotayo danced and admired me.

I was wearing the same exact thing she was wearing, the ushering uniform, which consisted of a black short mini skirt, high heels and gold top with a neck scarf, few buttons were open to reveal cleavages,  just to keep the men happy and relaxed,  so they can keep buying drinks according to what the organizers of the party wanted, and also give us a robust tip or tips as the case may be. 

"Omotayo, me and you wear the same thing so abeg get out make I enter party." I joked, feeling pleased and loving the attention I was getting. 

"Cat and Tiger from the same family o,  but level pass level." she continued as she escorted me in. 

The venue was lit, well organized, good number of people,  security was tight and it decorated like an international function. I had already picked out spots to take selfie later.

The event planner must be a magician, I thought about getting the contact for Amaka, but again,  the price will be way above our budgets and that of even the man she intended to marry. Abeg make I no scare person husband away with expensive venue, I joked to myself. 

All sizes of men could be found, fat,  tall,  short, black,  ugly  yet one common factor united them.

Money.

They were all rich.

Some came with their wives, others with girls young enough to be their daughters, the ones who came alone,  were ogling us, the ushers.

I had worked for more than 20 minutes already, had over N16,000 in just tips from only two men, I had noticed 5 others, in a regular event such as this,  sometimes a girl can average even N50,000, much more than what she was being paid to just be there and serve.

What she does with the client in her free time is nobody's business.

I was just about to catwalk past my next mark when I saw him. 

He stood at about 6 foot tall, with some inches to spare, big deep,  brown eyes, hazel colored and capable of seeing right through your undies and getting you pregnant with lust.

His expensive looking pure white shirt couldn't hide the well chiseled muscled arms, first two buttons opened deliberately, revealing hairy chest, on a tight fitting tailored and customized pants.

He was too good to be real.

Black superman 

Immediately I took my drink to him

"Good evening sir, care for a drink?" I smiled an inviting smile.

Girl has to shoot her shot sometimes and pray not to miss.

"He turned and smiled back, then with the most amazing voice I had ever heard,  said... "Only if you are drinking with me."

"Invite me then, I might be free."

Slut, my mind screamed at me but I ignored and instead listened to my hormones, which by the way were over the roof. 

"Room 32, twenty minutes." He smiled again.

"It's a date." I walked away to the convenience to prepare and beg Omotola to cover for me.

At exactly twenty minutes I was there, he opened as soon as I knocked.

No words

We simply tore into each other as he lifted me up and literally ran with me to the bed. His mouth covered mine in seconds and while I was yet breathless,  travelled down to my neck,  sucking nibbling and causing sparks to pass through and all over me.

He tasted every hole in my body until I was filled with so much heat and passion, next he found the helm of my skirt, raising it up to my hips, he bent low and attacked my very wet and already dripping p**sy. 

I writhed in pleasure and trashed the bed, he grabbed my naked breasts, fondling and massaging them in quick successions.

"Oh God."  I sucked in air 

The feeling of his tongue doing wonders between my thighs was ethereal, he licked and sucked my clit like no man had ever, eating every part of my insides and driving me nuts, while his fingers worked on my exposed nipples, stroking and pinching,  the pleasure was too much, I vibrated and came at once.

He carried me up like I weighed nothing,  positioned me to lie on my stomach,  raised my hips so my buttocks faced his crotch, and then I saw the size of his co*k from my bent position, I gasped. 

He sensed my nervousness. 

"Don't worry."  he said, "I'll be gentle."

I believed him.

If he had said he was from the future, sent to save the world right then, I would have believed him. 

He held my hips firmly, I arched my head backwards while he leaned forward. Slowly, he guided and pushed his co*k inside me totally. 

His pe**s covered my hole and it was the sweetest feeling ever. 

"Ooh,  woooosh," I moaned and pushed back to swallow him whole.

I heard him breath out and his fingers squeezed my hips as he rotated and moved his waist sideways like a dancer while inside me. 

He pushed in and came out, in again, and out, but not too fully, allowing the tip of his c**k to hit the walls of my labia, I rolled my waist to dance with him and keep the tempo.

As hard as I tried, I was no match for this hell of a man, my legs began to shake as he intensified his thrusts, the sound of his crotch hitting my buttocks made clapping sounds which was drowned by the evening sound and well, soundproof room. 

He increased his thrust again and again and again, as I wondered how fast a man can go until finally,  when I couldnt hold it anymore, I screamed as he pushed and fucked me senseless, shaking all over, I felt him vibrating too as we both climaxed and fell on the bed. 

Quickly he dressed up without even cleaning up.

"We have to go right now." he panicked, his senses had come back with his erection gone.

"Easy Tiger, what's the rush." I smiled seductively but it wasn't working.

"See dear, I like you, a lot, what's your name...?" he asked as he dressed up,  taking the cue I dressed up too. 

"Amara." I said, suddenly feeling like this was a bad mistake.

"I'm Paul and if we don't leave this room now,  we will be charged with breaking and entry." He had the guts to smile as he said it, the ridiculousness of the whole thing made me smile too and forget to be angry.

"You mean this is not your room,  what the hell man. So whose then?" I asked, already fully dressed and ready to jappa.

"Not mine Amara,  after you." he had the nerve to open the door for me,  a gentleman indeed and still smiling, God how can one hate something so beautiful and perfect. 

I smiled and walked out.

"You are a piece of work Paul, I don't even know what to do with you or make of you." I shook my head as we walked down the passage to the elevator.

"Give me your number and we will figure something out." he smiled that bone crushing, heart melting, thigh wetting smile again, and I foolishly gave him my number.

Thirty minutes later, I saw Paul downstairs with a very rich looking senior citizen, they were walking hand in hand towards the elevator,  he turned,  caught me staring and winked. 

"Don't even think about it." Omotayo said

"Think about what?" I asked 

"Him." she nodded towards the already closed elevator.

"What about him?" I feigned ignorance.

"He's a professional Gigolo, one of the very best. In fact, he has been lodged here since Monday by the rich sugar mummy slash senator with him, they are going to their room now,  room 32, and the fact that he just told them to go and clean the room some minutes ago, I'm sure he must have had one or two rounds with one lucky girl a while ago. 

I almost choked on air..."Say what?"

"Yes o my dear, the guy is a God in the sheet or so I'm told." she finished.

Saturday Night

Venue - Amaka's Engagement Party

"Amara come here joor," Amaka grabbed my arms as I was about to take small chops with a small glass plate. "Come and meet my fiance. I know we just met and I haven't formally introduced you both,  things have been so fast, but I'm in love and I know you will love him too. So meet Emmanuel, my fiance."

"Baby, she called out to two men engrossed in a very deep conversation, come and meet my first love, Amara my one and only sister I have been telling you about."

He turned, and standing face to face with me was Paul.

He dropped his glass as his eyes met mine and it shattered on the floor next to mine too.

Saturday Night 

The End 

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