In my third month at the club, Madam summoned me to her office. By then Ejiro had relocated to Canada. She had half-burnt cigarette in her left finger, her eyes were bloodshot and she was unusually pensive. She motioned me to a swivel chair in front of her and put the remaining of the cigarette in the trash can after putting off the light.
“I want to promote you,” she told me.
“Thank you ma,” I said, my hear filled with joy.
“But are you ready for the task?”
I was taken aback but before I could say anything, she fired on.
“Since Ejiro left, I have been looking for who to replace her,” she said and paused.
I was never really able to decipher what Ejiro’s role was in the club and she never discussed it with me too.
“You need to coordinate the girls.”
“Yes, this place is not an ordinary club. Because you close early since you joined us, you obviously have never met any of them. These girls, well some ignorant people will call them prostitutes.”
There was shock on my face when she mentioned prostitutes. But, she did not allow me the luxury of thinking too much before she continued.
“They are girls who used what they have to get what they want and my own job is to link them with high-flying clients and in the process, I also get what I want.”
She paused for some seconds.
“I want you to co-ordinate their activities and your salary will be four hundred thousand naira.”
My eyes widened at the mention of my new salary.
“Am I expected to attend to men?”
“No, no,” she screamed. “Your job is to just make sure our clients, who are politicians, bankers, oil and gas men and so on are provided with babes when they need them. You will also ensure the girls are always clean and free of diseases that could harm our clients and spoil business for us.”
I looked at her sitting splendidly and looking regal in her Ankara mini gown, her nails are painted blood red and her hair is cut low and tinted yellow.
“Take this,” she said and handed me a file. “It contains the pictures and details of the girls. From now on, you will work from around four in the afternoon till around midnight. You may have to move close to this area. We can advance you some money if you need it.”
As I made to leave her office, she said “you can start using Ejiro’s office.” She gave me the key to the office and I went there.
Sitting in the office, I looked at the pictures of the girls one after the other. None looked older than twenty-five years of age. They were beautiful and that told me extra care was taken in picking each of them. I was still admiring the pictures when Madam opened the door to my office.
“Alhaji Usman and Chief Aniyikaye need four girls, two each,” she said, dropping a paper I later found contained the addresses and phone number of the gentlemen. “Contact four of the girls and let them come to you for briefing before joining the gentlemen later this night.”
She disappeared and I randomly picked four girls and dialled their numbers. I introduced myself as their new co-ordinator and asked them to report for assignment. I was barely through with that when Madam came in again and dropped the numbers and addresses of four men who needed one girl each that night. This must be good business, I told myself.
In another thirty minutes, the Intercom in my office rang. It was Madam, she dictated a name and a number to me. The man needed a girl, but he wanted in-service. That was when I knew the club had rooms where men could lodge with women they either brought from outside or allocated to them by the club. I knew I was in for interesting times.
Anita, Sandra, Chinyere, Hannah and Ekaete soon sauntered into my office. They were five of the girls I had called for assignments.
“Nice meeting you ma,” they chorused.
“Nice meeting you, too.”
They were scantily-dressed and patiently took down the details of the men they were to be with. Anita and Sandra were assigned to Alhaji Usman of Surulere, Chineyere and Ekaete were to ‘service’ the needs of Chief Aniyikaye and Hannah was to provide in-house service to Mr Sunday.
I was tempted to ask the paired girls how many times they had been paired to attend to one man in the past, but it was none of my business. I dismissed them to await the other girls.
By the time I left the club at ten that night, I had assigned fifty-one girls, fifteen of them were for in-club service to men who obviously had reasons not to take them home. The club was in full swing and Madam and her an friend were digging it out on the dance floor. The image of the two of them fucking thereafter tortured me as I made my way out.
To be continued