Chapter 1

"What is the time, darling?" She asked out of the darkness of the airy hotel room. 

     I peered at the luminous hands of my watch. " 10:35, It's close to eleven o'clock."

     " I must be back home before midnight," she tightened her arms around me. " Was it good for you, Kelvin?"

      Women. They never seemed to know when to stop talking. Didn't they realize that after a long energetic love making, a man needs to rest and doze it off. 

      " It was good. The best ever." I said just to keep her satisfied. 

      She giggled like a teenage girl, I rolled my eyes, feeling sick and tired of it all. " Thanks a lot sweetheart. I had a fantastic time. You're the best man that I've ever met. I can't remember the last time I've ever been soo satisfied."

      " Speaking of satisfaction, how about you transferring my balance?"

      She stroked the hair on my chest. " You are such an impatient boy aren't you? Alright," she took her phone from the bedside table. I watched her from the corner of my eyes as she pressed some buttons.

      Beep, beep!

     I received an alert. Unlocking my phone, I regarded it with a smile. #250,000. A nice payment for a night job. 

      " Happy now?" She asked, switching off her phone. 

      " Awww, thanks Soo much baby, you're the best lover in the world," I kissed her. 

      She held me tight and slipped her hands between my two thighs, gripping the flesh hanging over it. " Show a little appreciation, darling."

      It took me an hour to give her another body explosive orgasm. That would be our third round tonight. I was finally glad it was over. 

     Mrs Perkin was a bank manager and one of my most frequent customers. She's married with four grown up kids. Her husband was a big business man but he was what Mrs Perkin called " a disgrace to manhood." She claims he has a tick tacky green beans. Well, that's what she calls it. I met her months ago at my favorite bar around town. She had met my boss, SPENDING, saying she was looking for a young man who can make her feel like a woman.

    SPENDING had hooked me up with her and ever since our first night together, I had been her one and only lover. 

     My name is Kevin. Cute name, I Know but that's the sort of name that attracts women to me like a magnet. When asked what I do for a living, I'd say I render services to rich women, whether married or single so long as money was involved. I took pride in my job and I do it like a pro. If you ain't talking money then I got no business hanging out with you. Broke girls are not my type no matter how pretty or sexually packaged you are. Who wants a broke girlfriend when you can earn up to #300,000 a night with high ranking women, senators wives, business women and housewives worth millions? 

      That's the kind of life I've been living and I've been at it for the past eight years. Eight crazy years with different women. In a year, I sleep with not less than five hundred women, multiply all of that up by eight years, it's gonna amount to 4000 women.

     Crazy but it's true. And I have no regrets at all. Believe me, I love my job. 

     By twelve midnight, Mrs Perkin was gone, leaving me lying all alone in our love nest. I put a call across to SPENDING. He picked my call immediately as if he'd been waiting for it a long time ago. 

     " SPENDING, I'm done for tonight. I'll be heading home now. Should I do you a transfer for your cut or maybe later."

     SPENDING always gets a cut from every profit I made per woman. He was one of the big boys in the business with a book of all the richest women in the country, as long as the book of Psalms. He runs the business with hundreds of boys doing all the works for him. Most of these boys had retired letting in new blood to take over. I've been with him for eight years now and he thinks highly of me. 

     " Why don't you come around to my house, kid," he said through the phone. " I've got a new job for you. Something big."

      I sighed. " Something big? SPENDING, I'm really worked up tonight. Can't we see in the morning? It's past midnight."

     " It has to be tonight, my friend. This just came in earlier this evening. I need you here, right now in the next thirty minutes."

     SPENDING has never sounded soo urgent in his life. If it was something big it meant more money. 

     Getting out of the bed, I took a long shower to get rid of the sweats of love making. In ten minutes, I was leaving the hotel and heading straight to my car. That's right, my flashy new Camry ride, given to me as a birthday present from one of my mommies. 

     Who says my job doesn't pay?

    That's why I don't date broke girls. A regular girl would never be generous enough to get me a car. 

    If it's not “send me 2k” it's would be “send me card.” Typical broke girls 

     Relaxing on my seat, I turned on the volume of the music really loud. When I'm driving, I loved to loud up my boom speakers be it day or night. It's a lifestyle I learnt from SPENDING. 

     " Don't be too pushy but always let the world knows that you're around," SPENDING would always say. 

      In a matter of minutes, I arrived at this expensive estate where SPENDING's house stood out clearly. I parked my car and stepped out gingerly, walking like a boss just the way SPENDING had taught me to.

     He was upstairs drinking and chatting with the boys, Jason and Mike. These two guys were SPENDING's eyes and ears to every nook and cranny here in Abuja and in every part of the country. They are among the big boys. Jason was in his late thirties and was the owner of a hotel. Mike was SPENDING'S personal manager who handles our dating sites and all. 

     " My men, what's up?" I shooked hands with everyone and fell down tiredly the couch. 

      Jason eyed my tired looks and he smiled. " How many rounds you do today, Kelvin?"

      I looked up at him. " Three rounds. It's not been easy for me these days you know. Mrs Perkin is always on my neck and I still got Mrs Jonathan and senator Sanju's wife to worry about at the end of the week."

      Everyone laughed except SPENDING. He was busy pouring more wine to bother with what we were saying. SPENDING was a plumpy man turning fifty next month. He was my boss and the sole owner of the business. It was said, in his earliest years as a young man, he'd went to bed with the most richest women in the country. He's made an unbreakable record of sleeping with a thousand women in a year. That's an unbreakable record in the business. But now he's retired and settled down to manage his investments. 

      " That's what you signed up for kid," Mike said. " You're a professional so you don't need us to tell you how to do your job."

     " Speaking of job," SPENDING cut in. " I've got something hot for you, Kelvin. Something big."

      Stretching out my worn out body on the couch, I waited. " How big? You've got someone new for me? If that's it, I don't think this is the right time. I've got a lot of women to worry about this year. I can't add another person to my list."

      SPENDING toyed with his tumbler of wine. " How would you like to date a billionairess for a change?"