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Now, the new story!

I tilted this one "Aｂｕｊａ Ｔｏ Ｌａｇｏs"

Adaora is a "call girl" who takes on a client named Clifford. He wants her to accompany him to a convention in Lagos. While both of them were away, they learned about each other and themselves.

Can a high-priced hooker fall in love?

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Aｂｕｊａ Ｔｏ Ｌａｇｏs

𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 1


“Hello, Mr. Clifford?" she said as the door opened.

The man at the door was in his mid-thirties. Attractive, a little average-looking.

"Yes," he replied in a kind voice. "You must be Adaora. Please come in."

"Thank you," she said. He led her through the large house to the kitchen area. It looked like he had been reading the paper.

He motioned to one of the chairs at the table. "Can I get you something to drink? Coke? Orange juice?"

"No, thank you," she replied, wondering why he would be hiring a call girl. The house had a warm feeling to it.
Topping off his wine glass, the man sat at the table opposite her.

"Has Omalicha explained the situation to you?" he asked casually.

"Not really, Mr. Clifford. She—"

"Please," he waved his hand. "Call me Clifford."

"Thank you, Clifford. She just said you were going out of town next week and needed someone to go with you." Adaora shifted uncomfortably. She didn't like taking on long-term clients because they sometimes wanted a relationship she didn't. Adaora was in it for the money; nothing more, nothing less. And she liked one-night stands. At first, she had thought to turn this job down, too, but Omalicha promised that she'd make too much to pass it up.

"That's essentially correct," he said. Adaora looked him over again. He was obviously well-to-do, but not in an arrogant, opulent way. The way he spoke to her wasn't condescending, unlike most of her other clients. He was treating her as if she were his equal. In a sense, she was; they were both business people, and this was just another business relationship for each of them.

"I've got a conference next week in Lagos and I'd like for you to come with me." He reached into the briefcase under the table and pulled out a legal pad with some notes on it.

"We'll be gone on Sunday through Sunday. The conference has several social and business functions. You will accompany me to all of them, although there will also be plenty of time for you to spend on your own while I'm in meetings."

He reached into the briefcase again and brought out an envelope. He counted out some naira notes (One thousand) and pushed them across the table.

"This is for your time today. If you would like to go to Lagos with me, there are a couple of errands I would like for you to run with me." Clifford paused for a moment and then flashed Adaora an embarrassed smile. "I'm not really sure how this works, so you might want to take over from here."

"What do you expect from me while we're on this trip?" she asked, slipping the money into her billfold. She always liked to get everything on the table from the start. Omalicha maintained a stable of good-looking and sexually adept call girls but was very discriminating with her clientele. She screened all prospective clients and did not tolerate any abuse of her girls. Omalicha had an interview with Clifford before sending Adaora out to meet him, and she was generally a pretty good judge of character. Adaora got the feeling that Clifford was going to be one of her better jobs.

"I need someone to accompany me to all of the social activities. We'll come up with something to explain our ... relationship. After the meetings, there is usually a meet-and-greet each night. I will pay for you to register with the conference as a guest which will get you into all the functions. I will also pay for your food while we're there and any activities we do together," he said. "Anything you do on your own—like shopping or gambling—comes out of your pocket."

Clifford shifted uncomfortably. "In addition, you will be available for me sexually all week."

Adaora smiled inwardly but kept her expression carefully neutral. This was definitely his first time with a "working girl".

"Let's talk pay," Adaora said, a typical Igbo girl who loved money.

“Omalicha should have told you that my rate is 100k (Hundred thousand naira) per day."

"She did."

"I don't do anything kinky," she said and rattled off a list of acts she would not perform or take part in, "And you must wear a condom for anything involving penetration."

"I was going to ask you about that ... I really don't like using condoms," Clifford's voice trailed off. Omalicha had told him about this provision that she demanded of all her girls, but he had learned in life that everything is negotiable. He watched Adaora's expression carefully, bracing himself for the rejection of his proposal.

“What if we both go in for STD tests—which I will pay for—and if I paid for the birth control method of your choice?"

Adaora thought for a second.

"If you see something you don't like on the tests, you can back out at any time," he continued, watching her eyes.

"I've had Norplant for three years now," Adaora said, her face unreadable. "Birth control isn't the problem."

Clifford thought she would probably go for it, but that the businesswoman in her wanted something in return.

He must really hate condoms, Adaora thought. She wavered for a second, but when she added up in her head how much money she would be passing up if she said no, she gave in.

"Okay," she said. "But if anything shows up on your tests, the whole deal is off."
"Excellent," Clifford smiled, and Adaora was immediately taken aback. There was something about him. His smile was very disarming and sincere. In her line of work, cynicism was the rule, not the exception. "If you don't mind, let's get running on our errands."

He finished off the last few bites of his bagel, grabbed his half-empty wine glass, and then retreated into his bedroom.

Adaora took the time to look around his kitchen and living room. He had not decorated it; that much was clear. In a couple of places, there were piles of papers: notes, bills, unopened letters, and the like. Not dirty or messy. Everything was organized in some kind of system, and Clifford surely knew where things were, but it appeared to be a lot of clutter.
By comparison, the rest of the house was filled with antiques and knickknacks.

The furniture matched the paint on the walls which matched the borders which matched the pillows on the couch. There was artwork on the walls that no single straight man would have ever bought or arranged. It was as if someone with good taste and an eye for detail had decorated the house for Clifford, then left, and he had never changed a thing.

After a couple of minutes, Clifford led Adaora out to his car and they ran their errands. Along the way, they talked. Of course, he didn't want any of his professional colleagues to know he had brought a call girl to a conference, so they got to know one another. His complete and utter lack of pretense soon had Adaora forgetting that he was paying her to be with him, even if there was no sex involved. He asked about her interests, and while he never asked about her work, he seemed genuinely interested in her personally.

Their first stop was a doctor's office. After signing in, the two were taken back for a physical examination and blood screenings. The process was fast and mostly painless.

Next, the two went to a Lasik clinic, where it seemed like they were ready to take her on the spot. Their eagerness put Adaora off, but when Clifford told her that he had his own laser eye surgery there, she felt a little better. She made an appointment for a day when a friend could pick her up but before their trip.

After a quick bite to eat, their final stop was a tailor shop. Soon, Adaora was up on a stand as a young woman quickly took her measurements. Clifford did not explain, but throughout the day, he was polite and kind.
With their errands complete, Clifford drove back to his house.

"It was nice to meet you," he said with a warm smile. She found that she had very much enjoyed the other's company. It had been a long time since she had spent time with a man who did not want to just do his business and then be done with her.

"It was my pleasure," Adaora replied with a matching smile.
Clifford handed her one final packet. Inside the envelope were five more naira notes and a list.

"There are some things you will need for the trip. It is business, after all, and you should be dressed appropriately. If you don't have something, there should be more than enough money there to go get it. If you spend more than that, you're on your own."

Adaora stared at him for a second, a flash of disbelief in her eyes. None of her clients had ever offered her even a fraction of the consideration, generosity, or respect Adaora had shown her.

"If you have any problems with the Lasik place, give me a call." He handed her a business card with his home phone and his cell phone number on it.

"Our test results should be back by Thursday. Can you meet me at the doctor's then?"

***

Nothing came back on either of their tests and Sunday morning the pair was on a plane to Lagos. It was the first time she had ever flown first-class, and she had 350K in cash in her purse, an advance on her services for the week. Also in her purse was a big bottle of saline drops to keep her eyes moist, but otherwise, her surgically-enhanced vision was a perfect 20/20.

The two concocted a story claiming to be business partners with something of a romantic interest between them. The show they were attending was a food and beverage expo, specifically for entrepreneurs opening and running non-franchise restaurants. Clifford had inherited a fair amount of money from his parents and went to University. After graduating from a private University in Abuja, he earned a Ph.D. in history from the United Kingdom and had written a couple of reasonably successful books.

Although he did fairly well for himself as an author and as a University professor, he also wanted to try his hand at business. He had saved up some money and was about to invest it all in an Italian restaurant. Adaora wondered if he was going to write off her involvement in this trip as a business expense.

He asked a lot of questions about her, which she answered. Sometimes evasively, usually honestly. Because of his easygoing manner, she never even considered lying to him. However, when she tried to probe him about his personal life, he said virtually nothing.

Their plane landed at Murtala Muhammed International Airport and soon the two were at the rental car counter, picking up a Toyota Corolla. He then drove to their hotel, Lagos Intercontinental Hotel. Even though it was spring, it was still warm out, so they were glad that they would be spending the majority of their stay indoors.

After dropping the car off with the valet and checking into the hotel, they went up to their room. Adaora was surprised that Clifford had not laid a hand on her throughout the entire trip. He was in business mode. They got settled in and began unpacking a few things.

It was a one-bedroom suite, located in the heart of Lagos. There was a sitting room with a table, desk, and hookup for a laptop computer. A cabinet hid the television. Through a doorway, there was a bedroom with a large bathroom that featured a stand-up shower and jacuzzi tub.

Adaora checked the clock. It was 2:00 pm

"Let's go get registered," Clifford said, pulling a folder out of his briefcase. "Would you like to be a guest or a conferee?"
"What's the difference?"

"About a hundred thousand naira," he smiled. "A conferee gets to attend lots of boring seminars. Of course, you could probably go to the seminars anyway. I doubt they'll be checking name badges at the doors. Want to open a restaurant?"
Adaora smiled back. "No, but thanks for the offer."

The pair went down to the conference center, which was bustling with activity. Both were dressed casually and by all appearances, they were just another pair of entrepreneurs.

He registered her as a conferee anyway, just to get an extra packet with all the free stuff, which included a conference schedule, name badges, a big cache of goodies from some vendors attending the conference, meal tickets for the luncheons, and a sturdy backpack to hold everything.

Along the way, Clifford was quick to meet as many folks as he could and began networking with a vengeance. Adaora stood quietly at his side, making polite conversation, appearing interested, and letting him do all the talking.

After a while, the pair headed back up to their room. Clifford went into the bathroom and washed up. Adaora waited for him, not really knowing what to expect. She was a call girl, but this was turning out to be the most unusual job she had ever taken. She checked her watch; some of her other clients would have banged her three times by now.

"There's a lounge down on the first floor," he said to her. "Freshen up and we'll go get something to eat."

Then he was gone.

A little while later, she found him sitting at the bar. He was wearing a polo shirt and khakis. A drink sat on the counter, but it was nearly full as if he had only sipped at it. Adaora sat down next to him. He must not have heard her because he continued to stare off, his eyes blankly fixed on some point well outside the floor that was in front of him.

The soft touch of her hand on his arm brought Clifford back to the present.
"I'm sorry," he stammered. "I didn't see you come in. You look great."
Unconsciously, Adaora blushed. She had never been complimented like that by a client. If they said anything at all about her appearance, it was usually that she was hot or sexy. And then it was off to third base.

"Thank you," she managed to reply. She didn't think much about what she had on, a simple blouse and skirt. Her hair was pulled back and she had put on a little make-up, but she otherwise felt rather plain.

"Are you hungry?" Clifford asked.

"I'm starved, to tell the truth."

"Where would you like to go?"

Adaora had to pause for a moment. This job was getting weirder by the minute. No client had ever asked her what she liked, and he was ready to let her pick the restaurant. She was half-tempted to mention the very pricey steak house in the hotel just to see if he would take her there but decided against pushing her luck.

"I don't know. I've never been to this place before."


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Episode 2 🔞

When she awoke the next morning, Adaora was alone in the bed. Somehow she had not only overslept, but she had slept through her client getting up and leaving her.

I'm slipping, she thought. She got out of the bed and went into the shower. After cleaning up, she slipped into a bathrobe and went back to the bedroom. She thought to order something from room service for breakfast, so she went into the outer room.

Next to the phone was a note written in Clifford's neat print.

Good morning!
I'm off to a bunch of meetings. If you're bored, come check out a couple.
We have a break at 11:30 and I think I'm going to skip the boxed lunch they're packing for us. Meet me at the Pyramid Café at 11:45 and we'll get something to eat.
Please wear the denim jumper for me.
See you then.
Clifford.

Adaora put the note down and turned the TV on. After some mindless morning filler, she got dressed.

She found the jumper he was talking about and decided to wear a simple white T-shirt under it. The jumper buttoned down the front and went down to just above her knees. She put on a pair of short heels that showed off her legs.

Pausing at the door, she made sure she had her room key, a few naira in cash, and her cell phone.
She quickly walked down the staircases —the long staircase. Adaora was on the casino floor. She walked around aimlessly for a while, trying to sort out her confused feelings.

Confused because she was always very careful to never invest herself in her clients. It was how she managed to stay sane while putting her body up for sale. She fixated herself on the money and divested herself of any other attachments. Adaora had worked for Omalicha for several years and feeling anything for the client was one thing the older call girl had warned her about.

So far, that hadn't been a problem until now.

There was something about Clifford that made her want to like him. Most of her clients were pompous id!ots who thought they were better than her. They treated her like hired help. Of course, they paid for her services, but there was always a clear professional boundary for her.

With Clifford, she didn't quite know where that boundary was. She provided a service and allowed men to use her for sex. Sometimes, rough, sometimes, kinky.

Adaora always expected to be treated professionally; indeed, if a man was abusive or a bad client, word got back to Omalicha quickly and he never patronized any of her girls again.

However, none of her clients were ever kind to her. Sure they could be nice, but none of them would ever have given her money to go shopping like Clifford did. But it wasn't just that. None of them would have taken her dancing. Mostly her clients wanted her to f*ck and then leave. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had held her through the night or had asked her what she liked or wanted to do.

Just thinking about Clifford reminded her of the orgasm she had the night before and that made her uncomfortable. Sex was her business, but it hadn't been her pleasure for some time. She dated a couple of guys but was always disinterested in sex. After all, with a job spent on her back, why would she want to do that in her off time?

Remembering the feeling made her tingly inside. Adaora frowned, trying once again to push Clifford back into one of her many business compartments. After circling the casino floor a couple of times, she found a cool place and sat.

After a while, she looked at her watch. It was almost time to meet him.
Winding her way through the casino, she found Clifford waiting for her outside the Café. He waved to her and they got in line.

"How is the seminar?" Adaora asked.

Clifford shrugged. "So-so. There was a good forum on taxes this morning but I went to another on management styles that was a waste of my time. What have you been up to?"

Trying not to think about you, she thought. "Not much. Just waiting around for lunch." They got through the line with plates of rice and a salad and then found a table. He continued to engage her in small talk on a variety of subjects.

As they sat there, she noticed that his eyes kept straying to her body. The jumper hugged her in all the right places, accentuating the roundness of her breasts and the fullness of her hips. She saw desire in his eyes, a desire that had been pending for so long and longed for release. He reached under the table and caressed her leg.

She knew at that moment why he had asked her to dress that way. She didn't mind. It was all part of her job. Plus, she was flattered at the way Clifford looked at her with desire.

When they both finished eating, Clifford slung his bag over his shoulder and took her hand. Their fingers intertwined easily and they looked like any number of other couples in the resort. He led her back towards the convention and meeting area.

Lagos Intercontinental Hotel is a big place with lots of people. That meant chances for privacy were few and far between. They went to the exhibition hall that was filled with vendors selling literally everything.

Clifford led her to the back of the hall and then when no one was looking, they slipped out a side door into a deserted utility corridor. Moving quickly down the hallway, they found a set of double doors that led to the outside of the building. They didn't see anyone.

He dropped his bag, pulled her close and their lips met. His hands cupped her shapely ass and he pressed her against the side of the building.

Adaora's hands went to his belt. Soon his trousers and boxers were down around his knees and his hard cock sprung out.

She felt his hands under her jumper and he pushed her panties down over her hips. They fell to the ground. She stepped out of them and spread her legs.
The head of his cock pressed against her. She lifted her hips and it slipped easily into her. Her p*ssy was wet from the spontaneity and from the desire that welled up from within her.

"I've been thinking about you all morning, Adaora," he whispered in her ear.

"Can you just shut up and Bleep me," she replied, sinking onto his length.

Clifford began to thrust into her and she couldn't stop herself from crying out. He let out a grunt and his hips began to move faster.

His weight pressed her against the side of the building. With every thrust, she felt his lust. Adaora wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed, their tongues intertwined.
This was how she was used to sex. Hard. Rough. Fast.

She brought her legs up and locked them behind Clifford's back. His hands were still under her ass and they clenched her with every thrust.
What she wasn't used to was the passion she felt. Instead of being detached, she was excited.

Every thrust brought another feral moan from the two of them. He was moving faster and harder.
All she could do was hold on and absorb each blow. He let out a series of sharp moans and she knew he was close. She squeezed his cock with her p*ssy.

Clifford pushed her head to the side and his lips went to her neck. Adaora cried out. Her p*ssy was slick and his cock once again found the spot. With every thrust, the top of his cock brushed her clit.

Harder. Faster.

She squeezed him again and it was all he could take. He gave her one final thrust and then with a growl, Clifford's cock erupted with a torrent of cum. She felt her p*ssy flood with warm juices, some of them her own.
They stay pressed up against the wall for a few moments as his cock continued to spurt inside her.

Both needed a chance to catch their breath. Adaora unwrapped her legs from around him and set her feet both on the ground.
She pushed him back and his cock slipped out of her with an audible pop. They looked at each other for a moment, lust in both their eyes.

Remembering where they were, she quickly dropped to her knees. She took his deflating cock in her mouth and sucked the cum off it. Then she pulled his boxers and trousers up, tucked in his shirt, and tried to make him look presentable.
Once he looked like he was back together, she pushed her jumper down and smoothed out the creases.

Clifford hadn't moved or taken his eyes off her. They smoldered with desire, even though some of it had just been spent. She pulled him close and they kissed again. This kiss was gentle and tender.

"You were thinking about me all morning?"

Clifford nodded.

Adaora picked her panties up off the ground and brushed the crotch against her slit, leaving a dark spot on the cotton. Then she folded them neatly and slipped them into his pocket.

"Now you can think about me all afternoon." She winked and pushed him away.
He stood there, still dazed.

"There's ... um," he could barely think clearly enough to form the words.

"There's a ... uh ... dinner tonight ... at 6:30. Think of what you would like to do after that."
He picked up his bag and pulled on the door. It had locked behind them

They shared an embarrassed laugh.

Arm in arm, they walked back around the building, trying not to look suspicious.
A little while later, Clifford was back in his meetings and Adaora was feeling a little better about herself.

Their afternoon quickie was a little more to her liking. It was fast and raw. It was completely devoid of any emotional attachments. He had taken her and had his way with her.

Clifford had used her for sex, and in Adaora's mind, that was okay. That's what he was paying her for.
But there was another little part of her that could not be kept quiet no matter how hard she tried to push it from her mind.

That part wanted to be used. That part of her had recognized that Clifford wanted her so badly, that he couldn't wait to get inside her. She liked that he couldn't control himself and needed to take her. It made her feel sexy in a way that she had not felt around any of her other clients.

It also stirred her desire and that's what scared her.

****

At about 4:30, Adaora went into the bathroom to clean up.
Clifford came in a few minutes later. As she was sitting on the toilet, reading a magazine. He flung the door open, saw her, and backed out immediately.

Adaora found Clifford sitting on the couch, poring over a packet he had picked up from a vendor. She sat down next to him and pretended to be interested in whatever it was he was reading. A couple of times, she caught him eyeing her legs or her breasts.

He excused himself and went off to the bathroom.
With a pernicious grin, she slipped the jumper and t-shirt over her head. She folded it and placed it over the arm of the small sofa, laying her bra on top. Then she sat down, leaned back, and spread her legs, waiting for Clifford to return.

She heard him inhale sharply when he saw her. Time seemed to stand still as the two stared at each other, their mutual desire hanging in the air.

Adaora made the first move. She stood and walked over to him, making sure there was some extra bounce in her breasts and an exaggerated sway in her hips. He couldn't take his eyes off her naked form.

"It looks like someone has had a long day," she pulled his shirt out of his khakis and unbuckled his belt.

"Why don't we relax a bit?" He asked.

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Episode 3 🔞

He reached out and pulled her to him. Their lips met and their kiss broke only when his shirt came off.

Soon, the rest of his clothes were in a heap. Adaora pushed his naked body down on the couch and she straddled him. His cock was already hard and she came down on it with one swift motion.

Her p*ssy was still slick from the orgasm he had left in her earlier. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled Clifford forward, burying his face between her breasts. Clifford nibbled at her, gently at first. His lips brushed across her breasts. His hands were around her back, gripping the cheeks of her ass as she rode him.

Throwing her head back, Adaora thrust her chest forward. Her hips gyrated slowly, taking all of Clifford's cock inside her. She felt lips around one of her rock-hard nipples and she pulled Clifford closer to her breast. The familiar tingle started once again in her fingers and toes.

This time, she was using him. His cock was her toy. She bounced up and down on him, grinding her clit against him. Firmly in control, she maneuvered his cock so it brushed all the right places on her insides. And it fits so well. She pulled his head back by the hair and looked him in the eyes. Eyes that seethed with passion.

"Do you like that?" she whispered, bringing herself down hard on him.

"Yes," he gasped.

"Good," she smiled at him, trying to stay in control of the situation.
Adaora lifted herself so that his cock was almost out of her. She held him there for a long moment before taking it all back inside her with a single swift stroke.

They both moaned with undisguised bliss.
She never took her eyes from his. Her hips moved faster. Their grunts came harder.

Taking one of her breasts in her hand, she pushed it into Clifford's mouth, but they never broke eye contact. Even as he suckled on her, their intensity did not waver. Adaora felt like her pussy was about to explode, but still, she fixed her gaze on his eyes.

Up and down. Harder. Faster. In and out.

Her body moved with abandon. Her pulse raced.
She had never lost control with a client, yet there she was, riding Clifford's cock like a woman possessed. Finally, she could contain it no longer. She arched her back and came down on him one more time.
Her reward came in the form of stars shooting out of the corners of her eyes. A lustful gasp escaped her lips.

Adaora's p*ssy was filled with hot jims. Clifford's eyes were shut, his face rapturous. His head was thrown back on the couch. His hands grasped her hips, his knuckles white. The orgasm kept going, even though neither of them had moved. Clifford's cock was still buried inside her.

There was ringing in her ears. She moved her hips slightly as the sensation receded. It took her several minutes to catch her breath and for Clifford to recover.

Adaora leaned forward and kissed Clifford gently. He didn't respond at first, but slowly, his lips met hers. He lifted his head and brushed the hair out of her face.
"What's gotten into you?" he asked quietly.

"You," she giggled and pulled him close. Some of her clients needed to have their egos stroked, so she would lie to them and pretend to be turned on when she was really formulating a shopping list in her head. She was very good at it.
With Clifford, though, she didn't feel the need to patronize him with meaningless platitudes. She found that he genuinely turned her on. He nuzzled up against her neck and kissed her collarbone, causing a tingle to run down her spine.

"God damn, that was good," Clifford finally managed to say. His breathing was still labored, but it was now under control.

"I just want you to feel like you're getting your money's worth," Adaora replied, although this time it was more about her than anything else.

"Oh, I am," he said. His hand guided her mouth to his and they kissed again.
His lips were gentle. His touch was tender. She felt like his lover, not his call girl.
"I probably should have asked you this earlier," Adaora started. "What else do you like?"

"You can meet me naked at the end of every day," Clifford chuckled. He leaned back on the couch and she saw his eyes take her in, from her piercing eyes to her neatly trimmed p*ssy.

"What else?"

"It's been so long, I had almost forgotten how wonderful sex was," he said. Adaora wanted to ask him more but decided against it. Not yet.

"I like everything you've done so far."

"That's what I like to hear. I guess that makes you one satisfied customer."

"Very satisfied," he replied.

"Do you like to be on top? Doggie style?" she asked, hoping to draw him out.
Clifford thought for a minute. "I don't think I've found any kind of sex I didn't like."
They shared a nervous laugh.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, and it wasn't just because she was concerned for him as a paying customer.

Clifford didn't say anything. His gaze became distant. Adaora realized he was seeing her again.

"Do you like it when I talk dirty?" she asked softly, trying to draw his attention back to her.

"Yes."

"Do you want to hear me scream for you?"

"Mmmmm ... yes."

"Do you like to be in control, or do you want me to be in control?"
Clifford's fingertips ran the length of her arms and down her chest. Her nipples hardened once again at his touch.

"I like to be in control," he whispered.

"Do you like it when I tease you?"

He let out a deep sigh. "Yes."

"What else do you want me to do?"

Clifford paused. The look on his face was a cross between tortured desire and hesitant indecision.

***


Adaora jerked awake. She felt around in the darkness. She was alone in the bed.
Blinking back the haze, she looked for the clock. 3:15. The curtains were drawn, but there was a soft light coming from the outer room. She slipped out of the bed and silently peeked around the corner of the door.

Clifford was sitting at the desk, facing away from her and wearing only a bathrobe. His laptop was open in front of him. He was flipping through pictures on the screen.

Adaora could see the side of his face and the laptop's LCD. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He still hadn't heard her.
She looked over his shoulder and her heart jumped into her throat. Clifford paused on a picture that must have been taken at his wedding.
He's married? she thought He doesn't wear a ring.

The picture was taken outdoors, in a garden somewhere. He was standing there, looking very handsome. Next to him was a woman who would have been radiant even if she hadn't been in her wedding dress. The woman's appearance was what startled Adaora
The two were built the same; their hair was the same length and color, and they had the same eyes and even some of the same features. The resemblance was close enough that they might have been sisters.

Adaora was in the business of fulfilling fantasies. Some clients asked her to dress up as a nurse or as a dominatrix, but this was the first time she realized that she had been hired based on her resemblance to someone else.

Whoever she was, the woman in the picture had Clifford's heart. With a click of the mouse, he flipped to another picture, again of the two of them. The woman was very pregnant. Clifford choked back tears.

Thoughts raced through her mind. Who was she? Why isn't she here with him? Does he want me to be her?
Why do I care?

The maternal part of her wanted to go over and take Clifford in her arms. But she dared not interrupt his reverie, even as painful as it was for him. She decided he needed this private moment.
She needed one, too.

Clifford was different. He was the first client who seemed to like her, and not just because she was going to be an easy lay for him. He stirred feelings in her that she had not allowed surfacing for some time.

Adaora found that she was jealous of the woman. What was her name, again?
Silently, she slipped back into the bed and under the covers, not liking the feelings that she could seemingly no longer control. She pulled the sheets and comforter close around her. A part of her wanted to put the wall back up between her and Clifford. That was the businesswoman in her. This was going to be a very lucrative week for her and all she had to do was hit the sack when he wanted to.

The other part of her wanted Clifford, and not just for the week. She tried to forget all the nice things he did for her that he didn't have to; opening doors, holding her hand, dancing. Tender, gentle kisses. But she couldn't shake from her mind that he seemed like a really good person who treated her kindly. Like a lady.

Sometime later, as the thoughts raced through her head, Clifford came to bed. He spooned up next to her and had his arm around her, thinking she was asleep. His body shuddered and his breathing was sporadic. He was crying.
Adaora pretended she was still sleeping. Clifford clung to her as the sobs came. She could no longer take it.

Rolling over, she took Clifford in her arms. She cradled his head against her chest, the tears now flowing freely. She rocked him back and forth and stroked his hair.
Soon, she was crying, too.
Sleep claimed both of them not long later. They were restless all through the night.

Adaora didn't sleep in again. She heard Clifford in the shower. The water shut off and a few minutes later he came out. The curtains were drawn and the room was still dark. Clifford dug through the armoire for some clothes. He hadn't noticed that she was awake and was trying his best not to make any noise.

She watched him dress in silence and admired his body. He had his shoes in his hands when he looked over and saw her watching.
Their eyes locked. Neither said a word.

Clifford came over next to her and sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked away, and sadness flashed across his face. He started to say something but stopped and took a deep breath.

"Listen," he said quietly. "About this morning ... I—"

"Shhhh." Adaora sat up and put a finger over his lips. She put her arms around his shoulders and gave him a warm embrace. "Not now."

She turned his face towards her and kissed him tenderly.

"You're going to be late," she said finally. "Why don't you meet me for lunch? Same place."

He smiled slightly. "Sure thing."
Clifford put his shoes on and went to find his bag. He stopped one more time by the bed and kissed Adaora softly on the cheek.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Then he turned and was gone.

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Episode 4 🎉❤


Adaora fell back on the bed, wondering what had just happened between the two of them. Trying not to overanalyze the situation, she hopped out of bed and slipped into the shower.

She dressed quickly and headed down to the main floor. She headed for the exhibition hall but found that it didn't open for another two hours.
Not wanting to go back to her room, and not really wanting any time to think, she dug out some naira notes from her purse and decided to find some mindless entertainment on the casino floor.

When 10:00 rolled around, she cashed out and headed in to rest.
Sometime later, Adaora waited for Clifford near the Café. He was right on time and the two shared an awkward lunch.
Neither of them knew what to say as if both expected the other to start the conversation.

Clifford seemed distant, and Adaora felt like she had unconsciously put up a wall between them, too. They walked around for a little while but didn't even hold hands.

He excused himself to head back to the conference seminars. Adaora checked her watch and then went off to take care of some business.
She was pacing when Clifford returned to their room. What she had done that afternoon would either make him very, very happy, or it would make him very, very angry.

When he came through the door, he had a puzzled look on his face.
"Hi," he said, trying to figure out what was going on.
Adaora smiled at him, trying not to fidget.

She knew he half-expected her to greet him naked, just like he asked the day before, but she was wearing a nice pants suit and looking all business.

"Sit down," she said, immediately wishing she had found a different way to say it. A look of dread crossed Clifford's face, even though he wasn't sure what the bad news was.

He set his things down on the desk and then sat on the couch. Adaora continued to pace back and forth.

"So what's up?" he asked, wanting to get it over with.

"I've done something without your permission," she said quietly. He took that pretty well. Some other guys might have started yelling, but Clifford was at least going to hear her out.

"Like what?"

"I bought you some things for your restaurant." She steeled herself for the inevitable explosion.

There was a flash of anger in his eyes, but he remained calm. "Okay. What did you buy?"

"Well, I didn't actually buy anything." She went over to the desk and picked up a stack of papers. "But I pretty much committed you to buying all your stuff.”

Clifford started looking through the printouts and brochures as she handed them to him a few at a time. Ovens. Stoves. Fire-suppression equipment. Dish-washers.

"Where did you get all this?"

"They loaned me a computer and a printer." Adaora pointed to the desk. When he came in, he hadn't noticed the monitor, keyboard, mouse, and laser printer on top of it, nor the desktop tower on the floor.

"Don't you have to pay to rent all this stuff?" he asked.
"Um ... usually," she stammered. "But they're loaning this to me for free. I'll tell you about that later."

She directed his attention back to the printouts.
"I did some research and checked with a couple of the other vendors down in the exhibition hall. This is the best stuff available for the money."

"How did you learn about all this?" he asked, curiosity momentarily displacing his anger.

"Lovely thing, the internet," she said.

"Don't we have to pay for that, too?" He looked at her bewilderedly.

"Focus, Clifford," she said.

"I went back to see the guys at TGR and flirted with Chris and Ken. They're going to sell all this stuff to you for #95,000. Do you like pizza?"

"Do I ... what? Yes." Clifford looked even more confused. "You spent #95,000 of my money?"

"Ninety-four, nine eighty-seven, to be exact. That doesn't include delivery, though. I didn't actually spend it, but I gave them a written commitment that if you bought it from anyone, it would be them."

"Did you check with anyone else? Or maybe with me?" his voice was getting louder. Adaora had a feeling it would come to this, and she really couldn't blame him.

"I did ... Check with some other people, I mean," she handed him another printout.
He stared in disbelief at the newest printout, a spreadsheet showing an itemized breakdown of all the equipment from a couple of different vendors. She pushed another one into his hands.

"I did some more research on the internet, and the retail cost of everything individually is around hundred and twenty thousand naira. Plus delivery."

His jaw dropped. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as she thought.
There was one final paper that Clifford needed to see. It was a bid sheet. Adaora's name was signed at the bottom.

"They need a #50,000 deposit this week, but they can deliver any time," she said softly.

"How did—" Clifford was at a loss for words.

Adaora smiled at him.

Clifford looked again at the papers, letting it all sink in. She had just saved him over #10,000 and an afternoon of haggling with vendors. Not to mention a stack of research that he no longer had to do himself.

The anger was long gone from his face. It was replaced by disbelief.
"How did you get them to come down 10k on all this stuff?" he asked.

"They didn't," Adaora replied with a wicked grin. "I negotiated the price of each piece individually. Ken and Chris spent the better part of an hour staring at my cleavage and didn't add it up until we got to the final tally."

Very slowly, his face opened into a big smile. Clifford stood and gave Adaora a big hug. He lifted her off the ground and spun her around, laughing with joy.

She hugged him back, happy to have done a good job at something that didn't involve spreading her legs for someone else's pleasure.
Happier, still that she had pleased Clifford.

Her boss pulled back and planted a big sloppy kiss on her lips. She was eager to kiss him back. She got the feeling that he was about to trip her right there when a knock came on the door.

"Who is—" he asked.

"Room service," Adaora said with a slight smile. She wiggled out of his arms and smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes.

He went to the door. Two stewards were in the hallway. They wheeled a cart into the room. With practiced efficiency, they set up the cart near the couch and laid out drinks.
Clifford slipped the pair one thousand naira note each and watched in amazement as Adaora finished setting up their dinner on the table.

"I don't know what you like, so I had them send up a little bit of everything," There were half a dozen ceramic serving plates each displaying a wide variety of rice; white, fried, and jollof. There was even a square lacquered bowl with some meats and fried fish. They also brought a couple of salads, some steaming-hot soup, sauce for the rice, and fufu.

I just hope you ain’t salivating.. Lol.

Quite simply, Clifford was stunned. He had no idea how resourceful his companion was, but at that moment, he was the most thankful man on the planet.
Adaora set the plates on the table, then threw some of the pillows from the couch on the floor. She sat Clifford down next to her and the two dug into the meal.

"I thought maybe you had heard of a nice place to go visit," he said, taking a long sip from his soup bowl.
Adaora smiled. "I wanted to stay in tonight."

The two of them picked their way through the meal, feeding each other and sharing the dishes.

"How did you arrange this little dinner?" Comfort asked, slipping a small slice of meat into Adaora's mouth with his chopsticks. "I don't even remember seeing bush meat in the casino."

"If you make friends with the right people, they can get just about anything here." Adaora picked up a piece of “roundabout meat” and dropped it onto Clifford's plate.

"And just who are the right people?"

"Nneoma, the pit boss over at the craps tables, has been very good to us."

"How much time have you been spending with other men?" Clifford asked teasingly.

"She is very nice," Adaora giggled. "That's how we got the use of the computer and this magnificent feast."

"Is that what you're doing with all your free time?"

"That and buying commercial kitchen equipment."

"How are you doing?"

It took her a second to add up all the numbers in her head. "I'm sixty thousand down at the slot machines.

"Pass me that plate with the salad on it," Clifford said. "You've lost sixty thousand naira and they're buying us dinner?"

"No," Adaora replied. "I'm up almost forty thousand at the craps table and I'm up about.. um, at blackjack,” she said not recalling the exact number.

Clifford nearly choked on the bite in his mouth. "You're up forty-six thousand naira
"How did you manage that?" he asked when he could breathe again.

"I haven't always been in the restaurant business," she replied with a wink.

"Really," he said. "How is it that in two days you can make almost fifty thousand naira? It's not like casinos are in business to give money away."

"No, they're certainly not," Adaora greed. "The trick is finding which games have the lowest house advantage and not being cocky. Pass the salad, please."

"So you've been playing craps and blackjack."

"And slots."

"And slots. Don't tell me you just learned Lagos table games this week," Clifford said incredulously.

"Of course not," she snorted softly. "Dad used to play poker with his friends once a week. He taught me how to play all sorts of games, count cards and do the math in my head. Card games are all about statistics, probability, and patience."

"What about craps?"

"I was bored and got on a hot streak," she shrugged and flashed him a lucky smile.

"Don't tell me this is the casino's reward for you taking their money."

"Not quite," Adaora finished the last bit of salad on a plate and set it aside. "This is their way of rewarding me for giving them the opportunity to take my money, and they hope it will entice me to come back and give them a chance to win their money back and take a little bit more from me."

"You're an amazing woman, Adaora," he breathed softly.

"Thank you."

Her heart skipped a beat. The way he was looking made her stomach flutter. He was appreciating her, not what she could do for him, not for how pretty she looked, but just for being herself.

"For what?"

"You've saved me over ten thousand naira today." He stopped for a moment, unsure of what to say. He smiled instead. "And you bought me dinner. I guess this means I'm yours tonight."

They laughed.

"To you," he said, raising his cup of drink.

"To us," she replied. Their cups clinked together and they downed the liquid
.
Soon, they were both full. It was still early, but neither of them really wanted to go out. Clifford turned the television on while she went into the bedroom and changed.

She came out in a nightie that was neither frumpy nor risqué. She sat down next to Clifford on the couch and rested her head on his shoulder.


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Episode 5 🎉❤


The next two days in Lagos passed quickly.
Wednesday morning, Clifford woke up and went back to his seminars. Adaora took the rental car and ran some errands. After a quickie and then lunch, the two were in the exhibition hall, closing a sixty-five thousand naira deal on some equipment for the restaurant's kitchen. Afterward, he went back to his meetings, and she went back to the blackjack tables.

The conference had a banquet that night. The pair ate and danced in their little world, oblivious to everyone around them. After all, their business was done, and they found they were enjoying each other's company more and more.

The last day of the conference began on Thursday morning. While Clifford went to the closing sessions, Adaora took the car out again for some final business. After the conference was over, Clifford drove her around town and they did touristy things. They visited Shoprite, and had the Lekki Conversation Centre Experience in Lasgos, and went downtown to Epe Resort.
All the while, they held hands, walked arm in arm, and acted like lovers, not like a call girl and her client.

Adaora liked Clifford, and she felt that he liked her, too. She was dreading the end of the week because it would force them to address their relationship, something neither of them seemed eager to do.

After their talk about Ezinne on Tuesday night, Clifford was much more outgoing and even more engaging than he was before. It was as if a giant weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

At first, Adaora felt threatened by Ezinne. She didn't like that feeling. To her, it meant that Clifford had gotten to her, and that was unsettling. He stirred feelings within her, feelings that she never had the luxury of acknowledging in her line of work.

Adaora had been a call girl for the last few years. Trading her body for money, she didn't allow herself the luxury of emotional investment or personal attachment.
She wasn't in the business because she was a drug addict or had nowhere else to turn. For her, it was all about the money. Adaora had a University degree but never found a job that paid as well as working for Omalicha. Even after taking the madam's share off the top, Clifford was paying her more per day than she had ever made in a week working a regular 9 to 5 job.
And all it had cost was her self-respect.

Something happened that night, as she and Clifford talked about his late wife, Ezinne. It started at the beginning of the week when she got the feeling that he wasn't going to be like her other clients. It seems strange, but there was a certain amount of comfort in her sex life. Not because it was pleasurable, but because it was regular and there were no expectations.

Men had sex with her. She got paid. It was cut and dry. There was no middle ground. No relationship beyond a simple business transaction.
Not with Clifford, though.

The more he talked about Ezinne, the more uncomfortable Adaora felt. Clifford was opening up to her. Although she was scared of the way she responded, she felt like she was getting close to him. She realized just how lonely her life was. Not that she had a bad life, but she realized just how much she was missing out on. All for the sake of a little cash.

Adaora also found herself talking to Clifford more. She didn't acknowledge it then, but she was investing herself in him and their relationship. She was also setting herself up. Both of them knew that initially, their relationship was on a timer, but she could never have imagined that she would have to make a heartbreaking decision a week later.

As Clifford talked about Ezinne, Adaora's feelings changed from jealousy and insecurity to warmth. She liked that he recalled little things about her, like what she liked to drink with meals or where she had gone on vacation with her parents when she was little. Adaora liked that he treasured memories. She liked that Clifford could tell her what he and Ezinne had for dinner on the night they had come to Lagos to be married. She liked that he wasn't afraid of commitment or falling in love.

Now, if she could only get past her aversion to commitments and attachments.
She knew Ezinne wasn't going to show up one day and take Clifford back. Adaora thought Clifford liked her as much as she liked him, once she could admit that to herself. What she didn't know was if she was willing to let him get through the barriers she had spent a lifetime putting up around herself.
Her feelings came to a head early Friday morning.

On Thursday, after driving downtown and making a little cash off the blackjack tables at the Golden Nugget, she and Clifford stopped to see the water show at the Eleguish Beach on Thursday night.

With soft romantic music playing through strategically-placed speakers, she leaned back into Clifford's arms. He held her tenderly. Neither said a word. His embrace was comforting.
Even amidst the crowd gathered to see the show, she felt like they were alone. She was losing herself to his charm. Afterward, she drew out her phone and had a passerby take a picture of them together, with the lights and water sprays of the beach behind them.

This was something Clifford and Ezinne had not done on their previous trip to Lagos. Along with some of the other pictures she had taken throughout the day, these were the first of their memories together.

They went back to their room at the Lagos Intercontinental Hotel and made love under the moonlight that shone through the windows.
When she awoke, the sun was coming up. Clifford must have gotten up in the middle of the night because the curtains were closed. His naked body was spooned up against hers. His arm was around her. She could feel his shallow breath on the back of her neck.

Realizing where she was, she seemed to be fully awake instantly. Her heart started to pound.
She wanted to sit up but instead tried to calm herself. A couple of deep breaths later, her pulse was down and she no longer had the urge to get up and leave her lover.
Instead, she rolled Clifford onto his back. He started snoring softly.
Her hand ran along his jawbone and down his neck.

"What have you done to me, Clifford?" Adaora whispered.

She watched his chest rise and fall.

"I can't stand sleeping with someone touching me, but when you hold me, I never want you to let me go." Her voice was soft.

This was the first time they had woken up together. All week, Clifford had to get up early and be in meetings and seminars first thing in the morning while she slept in. With the conference over, she had him all to herself.

She reached down between her legs and felt the warm semen that was slowly leaking out of her, left over from the night before. Clifford had convinced her to break one of her call girl rules: Never let a John cum in anything other than a condom.

Just the feeling of the slippery fluid gave her chills. The memories of the orgasms she had with Clifford made her toes tingle.

"Why do you have to be such a nice guy?" Adaora said quietly, even knowing that Clifford wouldn't respond. "Why couldn't you be just another jackass client? I wouldn't feel bad about taking your money then."

And I wouldn't have to break your heart. The words were on her lips but she couldn't bring herself to say them aloud, even if Clifford couldn't hear her. Or my own.

Clifford stirred slightly and she hurriedly brushed the tears out of her eyes. She leaned over and kissed him. A sleepy smile was on his lips.
She gently kissed her way down his body, giving Alan the kind of good morning greeting every guy likes.

A short time later, the two were in the shower, each washing the other's body. They playfully groped and tickled each other under the warm water.

"So what's the plan tonight?" Adaora asked.

Although his smile was sincere, his laugh was a little hollow. There was a distant look in his eye. This would have been his anniversary and Adaora couldn't blame him for being a little distracted.

"It's a surprise." He slapped her gently across the backside.

"Don't start that if you're not going to finish it," she warned him with a wink.
"Adaora," he started. There was a look in his eyes that made her shiver with anticipated pleasure. "If I were ten years younger, you would be begging me for mercy."

"I never beg," she replied with a huff of mock indignation.

Clifford smiled gently and pulled her close. His lips were warm. As the water poured over their bodies, she folded into his embrace. The feeling of his body pressed against hers sent a chill down her spine.

With a sigh, he pulled back and released her. Then, Clifford opened the glass door to the stand-up shower. Adaora let out a disappointed sigh of her own and turned off the water. Clifford handed her a towel and the two dried off.

"Why don't you go order us some breakfast," Clifford suggested as he hunted around for his electric razor.

"What do you want?"

"Surprise me."

Adaora wrapped her hair in a towel and then slipped into one of the Hotel's soft bathrobes.
She went through the bedroom and stopped in her tracks when she opened the door to the outer room.
There were flowers everywhere.

They covered the table and the desk. Roses, Tulips, and bouquets were on every end table and stand, even on the floor. On the couch, there was a basket full of chocolates and other goodies next to a carefully-wrapped present and a card with her name on it.
Her hands trembling, she opened the card to find Clifford's neat print.

Adaora,
I can't thank you enough for what you have done for me this week.
It's more than the deal you made with TGR or the help you've given me with the restaurant.
Ezinne has been on my mind a lot lately. You are the first person I have talked to about her since she died. She was taken from me without warning and my heart is still broken. I can't live in the past and I know that, but she was the center of my life for so long. You've helped me realize that there is life after loss.

I'm sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortable when I talk about her, but you're always willing to listen and you are so easy for me to talk to.
You are a special woman and have done more for me than I ever could have asked.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

—Clifford.

Adaora set the card down and unwrapped the present. In a simple wooden picture frame, she found a picture of herself and Clifford from the night before. They were standing in front of the beach. They both had goofy grins on their faces. His arms were around her, holding her close.

"You bitch!” Her voice was barely audible.
She turned and looked back over her shoulder. Through her tears, she could barely see Clifford standing in the doorway, grinning sheepishly.

Her blood boiled with anger. Not at Clifford. At herself for becoming so jaded. For giving up hope. She was angry with fate for bringing this man into her life as a paying client. She cursed the day she gave up being a woman and became a LovePeddler. All her pent-up emotions came boiling to the surface.

Adaora stared at Clifford for a moment. Time seemed to stop.
She threw the card and picture down on the couch and stalked toward Clifford.
Adaora threw herself into his arms. Hunger consumed her. It wasn't just sexual desire. With Clifford, she felt loved and wanted. Not for her body. Not for her talents in the bedroom. Simply for being herself.

Clifford wasn't fully prepared for her assault and staggered back a step or two. Adaora was all over him. She took his face in her hands and she kissed him hard, even as he wrapped his arms around her.

He backpedaled until he bumped into the bed. Adaora put her feet on the floor and her hands tore at his bathrobe. Then she flung her own across the room.
She gave him a savage push and Clifford fell back on the bed.

Adaora jumped on top of him, her naked body hot with desire. She bit his neck and collarbone.
His hands squeezed her breasts.
Their eyes locked together.

"I am sooooooooo going to f*ck your brains out," Adaora vowed.
Clifford's only response was a knowing smile. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but he blinked that away quickly. His gaze transfixed her. Something passed between them. Something inexplicable. Something that shook Adaora to her very core.

She leaned down and kissed Clifford
Hard.
Passionately.
Hungrily.
Lustily.

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Episode 6 🎉❤


As Clifford's hands roamed her body, Adaora let him up long enough so he could move to the center of the unmade bed. Then, she took his hands and pinned them down. He put up a token struggle, but otherwise willingly met his fate.
They continued to kiss. Adaora pressed her body against his. Clifford's cock was hard, brought to attention by his lover's eagerness.

Adaora started to grind her p*ssy against him and soon felt the head of his cock against the entrance to her sex. She let out a long sigh as Clifford entered her. She threw her head back as his length penetrated her.

They both gasped when he hit bottom. Still holding his hands, Adaora impaled herself on Clifford. Any semblance of control she had was long gone. Lust consumed her. Desire clouded her thoughts.

Up and down she bounced.

Her hips moved back and forth. Her clit rubbed against him. Clifford's sex filled her up. He tried to move his hands, but Adaora still held him down.
She was out of control. Her toes started to tingle. Their teeth knocked together with wet, slobbery kisses.

Up and down.

Clifford didn't move as Adaora rode him. His cock stood straight up in the air as her p*ssy enveloped it.
He couldn't speak because Adaora's tongue was in his mouth. Her eyes were closed.

Up and down.

Faster. Harder.

She sat up, releasing his hands. He went to her breasts and Clifford squeezed them. She cried out. Her hands closed over his. She needed to steady herself. He felt perfect inside her.

A dangerous thought raced through her mind. I never want to be with anyone else ever again. Adaora squeezed her eyes shut as the tears began to flow. Overcome with desire, she let out a gasp and brought herself down hard on Clifford
She felt his hips push upward.

Her hands clasped Clifford tighter.
With one final cry, the room started to spin. The head of Clifford's cock was flaring inside her. The tingling in her toes spread to her whole body. She felt lightheaded. And then she seemed to explode.
Waves of pleasure wracked Adaora's body. She continued to grind her hips against her lover.

It seemed as if the orgasm would never end. There were flashes in the corners of her eyes. Her hypersensitive nipples were pressed flat against Clifford's palms.
Her p*ssy flooded with nectar, mixing with Clifford's exertions. Clifford tried to steady her, but she collapsed anyway. Into the safety and comfort of his loving embrace.

***

"How did you get all those flowers into the room?"Adaora asked. She couldn't see Clifford, but she knew he was right next to her.

"You're a heavy sleeper," he replied, a touch of amusement in his voice.
Only around you, she thought. In truth, Adaora was a very light sleeper, but there was something about Clifford that put her off guard.

"And what about the picture?"

"I ... uh, took the memory card out of your phone and had the Photoshop on the main floor," Clifford said. "I hope you don't mind."

"They were open in the middle of the night?"

"The service desk is always open. Especially when you drop the name of a favored guest, Miss High Roller."

That caused Adaora to chuckle. The hands on her body moved down from her shoulders to the middle of her back.
She assumed that the massage she was giving Clifford was doing him a good job because he moaned with pleasure after she hit just the right spot.

Once she recovered consciousness from their earlier frenetic sex, Adaora and Clifford shared a room service breakfast and then went down to the spa.
They were getting royal treatment. She didn't know how much the afternoon was costing Clifford, but she made a mental note to see if her friend—and the hotel pit boss could get at least part of the spa bill chomped to her. After all, she had wagered a fair amount of money in their casino, and that had to count for something, right? At least she was ahead for the week.

The two had some time in the sauna, then a skin treatment and a full body massage, complete with hot stones and aromatherapy. Adaora had never felt so relaxed.
Clifford was never far from her. They held hands when they could, but she took great comfort in knowing he was always nearby.

Once they had been worked over by the masseuses, Clifford checked the clock on the wall as Adaora pulled a bathrobe around her body. It was close to 3:30.
He slipped into a bathrobe of his own and then went over to the door. Two young women with nametags were waiting outside. They came into the room behind Clifford. He leaned over and gave Adaora a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be back to pick you up at six," he said. "Girls, take good care of her."

Before Adaora could respond, he was gone. The two introduced themselves as Esther and Bidemi. They led Adaora to another part of the salon. The next two hours were taken up with a manicure and pedicure, and then it was off to do her hair.

After a thorough wash, Esther asked how she wanted it styled.

"Did Clifford say anything to you about it?" Adaora asked.
"No," the other girl replied. "He just said to give you the full treatment, so I guess we can do anything you want."

Adaora thought about the pictures she had seen of Ezinne and how she might have worn her hair. That is what Clifford wants, isn't it? Adaora thought. A date with his wife?
She thought long and hard for a minute. I'm not her. I told him as much the other night. But he was so happy when they were together. Shouldn't I do that much for him?

"Surprise me," Adaora said, not wanting to be the one to make that decision.
Esther spun her around, so she couldn't see the mirror.
The stylist was chatty and engaging. She even trimmed a little off and evened the layers out.

Then Esther really went to work. With pins and hairspray, Adaora's hair was pulled back. She wove some baby's breath into the curls.
After a few minutes, Bidemi came back and began putting makeup on Adaora

"We're almost out of time," she said apologetically. "I'm sorry to rush you."
Adaora felt like she was 17 again and going to the prom.

Without letting Adaora see herself, Esther and Bidemi led Adaora to another room. On a stand was a flowing ballroom dress. It was an elegant deep blue, low-cut but not too much. There was a pair of white, elbow-length gloves that went with it and some matching heels.

Thinking back to the day she and Clifford met, Adaora realized this is what he had her measured for. Is it hers?
The two girls dressed Adaora quickly.

"Do you think this is the night?" Bidemi asked conversationally.
"For what?" Adaora was puzzled.

The other girl smiled. "That he's going to ask you to marry him?"
Adaora's jaw dropped.

"Oh," Bidemi blushed furiously when she saw the blank expression. "I'm sorry. I just assumed… big date. Gorgeous gown. Oh! My God."

"You two just look like you're so in love," Esther said, trying to come to her friend's rescue.

"Me? A hooker in love? Adaora's pulse began to race. It took a minute to find her voice. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

Bidemi didn't say anything else. If she could have disappeared, Adaora thought she would have. Instead, she tried to hurriedly finish up Adaora's makeup.
When the final touches were complete, Esther turned Adaora towards a floor-length mirror.

Adaora's heart jumped into her throat. All that was missing were the glass slippers.

"Thank you, girls," Adaora said when she could breathe again.

"You're very welcome," Esther replied. They each gave Adaora a quick hug, careful not to smudge any makeup.

They led her out to the sitting area and assured her that her clothes had already been sent up to her room and that the bill had been taken care of.
It was exactly six o'clock, and Clifford was nowhere to be seen. Adaora fidgeted nervously.

She felt a soft touch on her elbow.

"Ma'am?" The spa manager stood beside her. "Mr. Clifford said he is going to be a few more minutes. He's asked if you would meet him in the main lobby."

Adaora slipped her hand into the crook of his offered arm.
They walked out of the spa and across the floor. As she passed, people fell silent, staring at her. Adaora held her head high as if oblivious to the admiring stares. Her heart raced. She was the princess going to the ball.

She spied Clifford talking to someone at the concierge desk. He still hadn't seen her. The woman behind the counter pointed at Adaora and Clifford turned. He was wearing a handsome black tuxedo. There was a corsage on the counter next to him.

Adaora stopped in her tracks. Clifford's eyes were fixed on her. Time seemed to stand still. All the ambient noise—from the people, from the slot machines, from the music playing through the overhead speakers—faded away.

"Thank you," Adaora, said to the spa manager.

"It was my pleasure. You two have a wonderful evening," he bowed slightly and then walked away.

Clifford still hadn't moved. She crossed the distance between them, fully aware of all the eyes upon her.
Is he seeing her? Adaora thought to herself. Or does he see me?

"You look fantastic," he breathed, spellbound.
They stared at each other for a moment longer. Finally, Clifford took out the corsage and pinned it on her. Of course, it matched perfectly.

When they finally stumbled out of bed, Clifford and Adaora took a shower together and got dressed. It was noon, and while the sun was going to be out all day, the heat wasn't stifling. She put on shorts and a sleeveless polo shirt. She found a hat in her bag and dug out her sunglasses. Clifford was wearing a pair of shorts and a nice T-shirt.

While in the car, Adaora and Clifford held hands. Several times, Clifford looked in one of the mirrors and found that she had a goofy grin on her face. It was almost a mirror image of the one Clifford had.

She and Clifford talked, mostly about what else they wanted to do in Lagos
After leaving the hotel, they stopped by Ocean Basket, a charming Lagos restaurant that was off Victoria Island. It came highly recommended by the salesmen in the hotel.

They sat outdoors and in the shade and shared a light lunch. The staff was friendly and the food was excellent. Adaora only had a salad, but helped herself to some of Clifford's pasta.
With the sun still out, they headed west and drove through Tarkwa Bay Beach stopping at the visitor's center and at a couple of other places to take some pictures.

Adaora watched Clifgord laying with his new camera and it made her feel good that she had found something for him that he liked. After a zillion pictures and a couple of lovely T-shirts from the gift shop, they went back to the hotel.

They took a quick shower, washed off the oily suntan lotion, and cleaned up for dinner. Adaora put on a yellow sundress while Clifford dug out a pressed pair of khakis and a nice polo shirt that showed off his muscular chest and arms.

Heading downstairs again, they picked the car up from the valet and drove over to the Ocean Basket. Clifford had made reservations at the restaurant. They got an outdoor table overlooking the interior design of the place.

Several times she noticed Clifford staring admiringly at her legs or her chest, but when he'd talk, he always looked her in the eyes.

After a couple of glasses of wine, both were loosened up a little. She ordered the lamb shank with polenta and Clifford had a variety of shellfish in a sauce.

"Can I ask you something?" Adaora said.
"Sure."

To be continued…
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Frank you didn't tell us what happened o
Did they go for a party, ball or photoshoot

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I can't see episode 7 that I posted

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This is for the updates OP
And for the episode 7, maybe Nairaland is back to it's old ways again where updates got deleted by the mods

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This is for the updates OP
And for the episode 7, maybe Nairaland is back to it's old ways again where updates got deleted by the mods

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