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That was the last time I ever saw Cam at the hotel and work resumed the next day as usual.

It wasn't up to two weeks after that encounter that I had another one. That Friday, I was leaving the hotel when I ran into someone in the reception. He was booking a room. His baby face looked too familiar to forget. The face remained the same. I don't know how he managed to grow older in age, but still not age one day in facial looks. No beard, no pimples, no lines on his face. If you didn't know him well, you'd mistaken him for a small boy of 18 or 19, whereas he was way above 20. Almost the same age with me, but he still looked nearly as young as he did when we were in school together.
"Ration baba!!" I screamed in surprise.
He stared at me, trying to remember my face, but he played along probably sure I was a friend from secondary school, cos secondary school was the last place he probably answered the nickname ration.
We had given him that nickname when he was always complaining of how the ration of food we were served in the dining was too small and always asking for extra ration (which he never got by the way, although some of us used to give him an extra spoon or two from our own meagre rations). He looked deeply at me and I guess recognition dawned on him as he shouted back "Mickey mouse!! Na you be this?" Then rushed to wrap me in a tight hug, which I reciprocated immediately. Yeah, my nick in school was Mickey mouse, from my name Mike and I loved drawing the cartoon Mickey mouse a lot in my books and on papers and pasting on the class walls, so everyone started calling me that and it stuck till we left school.
" Brotherly, na your bro be this o. How you dey na?" I asked him, shaking his hand.
"I'm good o, bad guy. Wetin carry you come here na?" He shook my hand again.
You know one funny thing about guys? When you see two guys greet on the road or stop for a short conversation, there's every tendency that more handshakes than sentences will occur there. I don't just know why we're like that, but for every sentence we exchanged, it was backed up with a handshake.
"I work here bro. Na my base be this. Wetin carry you come my area na?" I asked. Another round of handshake again.
"Oboy, I came to relieve myself of the stress from hustling o, and I have a meeting with a business partner later this evening, and we decided to meet up here, but I arrived earlier and booked a room to unwind and relax a little, before business. Using one stone to kill two birds, you dig?" He flashed me a smile, then turned to the receptionist. "Please have a bottle of red wine, two glasses and two plates of catfish pepper soup brought up to my room now. Thanks." He grabbed his keys from the receptionist and carried his small backpack up and backed it. Then, patting my shoulder, he dragged me along as we headed for the stairs. "Bro, abeg escort me to my room, let's have a reunion party. Hope the hotel will permit that?"
"Yeah, why not?"
Immediately we entered his room on the second floor, he asked me "so, what do you do here?"
"Assistant manager" I replied him.
"Oh... Omo, you dey see money be that o" he laughed.
"Well, not enough, but we count our blessings. Ka sha ma dupe. After all, no be everybody wey finish school get work" I sighed.
"Na true o... Man gats bless God in everything. No be like me wey finish school since, still no work. Na so so hungry dey hook person life" he laughed again.
I knew he was being sarcastic. He didn't look hungry or jobless. Maybe he didn't have a job, but I was sure he had a booming business. He said earlier that he came to the hotel for a business meeting, didn't he?
"Guy, you, hungry? Omo, no make me laugh abeg. Street dog dey complain of hunger, parlour dog too dey follow talk" I rolled my eyes at him, causing a bout of laughter from both of us.
"So, I be parlour dog abi? You don turn me to chiwawa!! Thunder abeg where you dey na?" We burst out laughing again. Then a knock on the door from room service.
A maid wheeled in a trolley containing two plates, covered and a bottle of wine and two glass cups arranged on a tray. Immediately her eyes met mine, she bowed her head slightly and greeted "good afternoon sir"
"Betty, how are you?"
"Fine sir. Enjoy your stay sir" she said to my friend before exiting the room.
My guy turned to me immediately she was out of the room, after taking extra efforts to peel his eyes off her her rotund behind.
"Oh boy, you go dey enjoy for here o. All these girls go dey give you anyhow, as per oga things na"
"If I hear! Make my manager sack me abi? If my boss hear say any staff dey date another staff, their two don lose job that day be that. He doesn't tolerate office romance at all"
"Hmmm... Abeg make we chop before the soup go cold. This una AC for here na die"
We both dug into the plates and silently savoured the meal. After a while of eating, the pepper started hitting home and i reached for the chilled bottle and opened it, pouring into both glasses. After drinking the wine and calming the pepper on my tongue, I decided to ask the million dollar question that had been on my mind since I saw him.
"Bro, I wan ask you something o... Hope say you no go mind?" I started.
"For why na? You na my blood, you fit ask me anything you wan ask me. Wetin dey happen Mickey mouse? Talk to your gee"
"Baba, I just dey admire the way you take dress, your suit is top quality no doubt. This hotel is expensive as Bleep. I know that cos it's my job to. The price of the food is something else. You paid for the room, ordered two plates of very costly pepper soup and a bottle of equally costly red wine. All these without flinching. Bro, jokes apart, all these are indications that you dey see money. Make we no whyne ourself again, bar dey your hand. Abeg, wetin you dey do? Where do you work? What do you do fit a living bro? Abeg show me road. This hotel work no fit give me the kind life wey i wan live, I swear." I was nearly begging him now. Hoping desperately that he'll tell me or better still, introduce me to his business so I can leave this job once and for all for a better life.
"Hmmm bro... You na my blood, I no fit lie give you. I go tell you wetin I dey do, but first, I gats attack this catfish head with all concentration before we talk, abeg" with that, he went back to attacking the fish.
I smiled and faced my plate and cup too.
We finished eating and he called room service to clear the plates.
"So, about what you asked me..." He was about saying more before his phone interrupted. "That must be my business partner. He's early o!" He answered the call and spoke into the phone. I didn't listen to what he was saying, as I considered it rude and impolite to listen in on someone's conversation, so I just focused on sipping my wine and getting lost in my thoughts.
After the call, he stood up.
"Bro, I gats run along abeg. He just called me to come pick him up. He's already at the reception. Try come my room before you close for the day, maybe for evening. By then my guest go don comot. So we go reason wella abeg no vex"
"Alright, no p. I'll check on you later na" and with that, we both stumbled out of his room, heading for the stairs. He went down the stairs while I went up to my office.

CHAPTER 3

Cam stared at me intently like he was trying to bring the words out of his mouth but the words weren't coming.
"I really like you Mike. I mean very much" he opened a box that I hadn't noticed earlier which sat on the back seat. My eyes literally buldged when I saw the contents of the box. You remember those Tom and Jerry cartoons, the way Tom's eyes usually pop out when he sees a fine female cat he likes? That's how my eyes looked when I saw rows after rows of dollars stacked up in the box. If I'm not mistaken, it couldn't be anything less than hundreds of thousands of dollars, or even up to a million sef. Chai! See as one person dey carry the whole of Nigeria budget for bag dey move around. How does he even feel safe carrying such huge amount of cash around? No wonder all those kidnappers always target these white folks. Imagine changing all that dollars to naira? Person don make am for life. No need to work ever again. He removed one of the wads of cash and dropped it in my laps.
"It's yours bro. All yours, if you agree to what I want from you"
My smile was so wide on seeing the wad of dollz on my leg. Omo, this weekend go bad gaan. I'm shutting down quilox mehn. I've always wanted to enter that club, but I no fit go there siddon drink bottle water. From what I've heard, even their water is really expensive, but this weekend was going to change that, with the money in lap. I was glad he didn't give me the cash in my office. At least, I won't have to give that greedy manager a share if I didn't want to.
"Thank you sir for the gift, but I'm kind of confused. What exactly is it that I've done to deserve this kinda kindness from you?" He laughed heartily for a while, then coughed from the smoke of the cigarette he was puffing. I had since finished my stick and he offered me another, but I declined. One stick was enough for me, but he took a second stick and was on it. His smile got broader as he started roaming his hands on my laps in a way that I wasn't comfortable.
"Bro, what are you doing?" I asked, gently removing his hands from my lap.
"I want you man. No, I need you! If you agree to be mine, there's more where that came from"
I was shocked to my core. So, this cash isn't mine after all? I wanted to cry, I wanted to shout. I was disappointed, but more shocked than disappointed.
"Guy... Slow down abeg. Chill. What do you mean by me being yours?" I was still trying to deny that a gay guy was toasting me in my head, even though I knew what he meant by me being his, but then I still decided to live in the Nile (denial, pun intended). He smiled gently then went on, replacing his hands in my laps and running his hands dangerously close to my groin. I'm not homophobic or anything, but then, having a guy's hand going so close to my crotch was something I never want to even imagine.
"I love you Mike. Just agree to be my boo and I'll treat you right. In fact, that's twenty thousand dollars you have there and I promise you that if you suck me off right now, I'll double that amount. Heck, I'll triple it if you let me cum in your mouth" gosh, this idiot should stop this shit na. Haba!
What the actual f*ck is going on? I couldn't even imagine me going down on a d*ck na. Let alone taking jizz in my mouth. I felt like puking as I sat there in his car. The image of me giving a guy heads was seriously disturbing my mental health, and his hand on my crotch was just moving me to a state of madness.
I slapped his hand really hard, that he turned red immediately.
"Guy, you dey mad? You dey ment? Abi na ordinary cigar dey worry you?" I didn't know where all my manners and ass-kissing attributes flew off to, but they were all gone and replaced by a Lagos 'agbero' attitude. My smooth English quickly replaced by pidgin. I didn't even know gay approach would do this to me.
"Oga, abeg keep your stupid money joor. I can't do shit with you even for a million dollars" I said that, but deep down I was crying as I threw his wad of cash in his face, got down from his car and slammed his door shut. Bloody mf.
I walked dejectedly to the road and hailed a taxi to take me home. The experience was one that would last in my head for a long time, and I knew it would disturb me for longer...

I'm so sorry for the delay. I was stuck with a writer's block. I'm back now anyways. I did a part a of episode 3, let me drop it and drop part b later tonight if battery permits me.

Please stay tuned. It's gonna be an interesting ride.
Thank you

CHAPTER 2

Work at the hotel was fun and interesting. Getting to meet different new people everyday, interacting with rich people and elites of the society and even making friends with them was something exciting. Since it was a five-star hotel, we had quite a lot of important guests, including top government officials, top class business men and women, and even every now and then, we had foreigners as guests.

As the assistant manager, I made rounds at the hotel, checking on guests and making sure they were being treated right and giving out orders to the staff of the hotel on what to do to give better services to guests. If a guest had a complaint, it was directed to me. My boss, the manager, seldom came out of his office. Always on his computer and phones talking and punching figures and numbers. He only came out once in a while, if there was a complaint that was too much for me to handle, which there hardly ever was anything I wasn't capable of handling. The hotel was big and booming, with guests trooping in, day in day out, but there was one problem though. The place was a private owned business, jointly owned by one stinkingly rich man and his wife, both of whom were stingy to the core. Staff salary was definitely not up to standard as the hotel was. As an assistant manager, I knew the hotel could afford to pay me way over 200k per month and will still be in business, but I was earning way less, and even though it was enough to make me live comfortably, it wasn't enough to give me the kind of life I dreamed of having. I had big dreams. My parents weren't too rich, and their parents before them, and I had hoped to break that trend by becoming very rich and driving the best car, marrying a very hot trophy wife, having holidays abroad, sending my kids to the best of the best private schools abroad, and all that, but this dream seemed almost distant in my mind now. I just had to make do with what was available, since the wanted was not available. I was happy with my life, but not satisfied. I wanted so badly to step up the ladder of life and join those big men who were at the top wrung of the ladder. I mean, it's not as if they had two heads na!

One day, a white dude lodged in the hotel and during my evening rounds, i met him at the hotel bar sipping a glass of brandy or whiskey or whatever he was drinking, which smelt like café rum when I got closer to him and spoke to him.
"Hi sir, hope you're enjoying your stay with HarryWells Hotel and Suites?" I asked him, flashing my biggest and brightest smile, with the best American accent in my tongue.
"Yeah,sureIam... Thanks" he replied, rushing his words.
"You're welcome. Please if you need anything, don't hesitate to let me know. My office is just the last door by your left on the last floor"
"You the manager?" He asked, staring at me with interest.
Why was he asking Abi the guy was give manager something ni? Should I lie that I'm the manager? At least increase my rep for his side.
"No, assistant manager" I finally replied after some seconds of battling I'm my head whether to tell him the truth or lie.
"Cool, you're doing a great job man. I like you already. I'll definitely be seeing you before I leave"
"Thanks" I replied and flashed him my killer 'ass-kissing' smile once again before moving over to the next customer at the bar to repeat the procedure. He said he would see me before leaving, that meant only one thing; I was gonna get a tip from the white dude. Tips from white guys always came in dollars, or thousands of naira, and this always complemented my little pay a lot. Although, my manager, being a stingy man like his cousin who owned the hotel, somehow always got to know when I've received a huge tip from a customer and always requested his own share from the tip, and I had no option but to oblige him. Their family and stinginess is like tea and sugar...
After making my rounds that day, I retired back to my office waiting for evening to reach let me go home and rest. My angel had called me earlier in the morning and informed me that her sis was out of town and she wouldn't be able to stay alone in the house, so I was going over to her place to spend the night. It was gonna be hot, that I was sure of and I eagerly looked forward to evening. As I sat in my office chair later towards 6:30pm, while gathering my things into my bag and getting ready to get going, a soft knock landed on my door. I ignored it initially, thinking maybe it was not meant for me, since the knock sounded so light and so unsure. Like the person was not too sure if he or she wanted to knock the door or not. It was when the knock sounded the second time, this time a little harder than the first time, that I knew someone wanted to see me and i yelled "come on in". Standing at my door smiling sheepishly was the white dude I had greeted at the bar. The one that said he was definitely gonna see me before he leaves the hotel. The same one I was expecting a huge tip from, probably in dollz. He was backing a small laptop bag.. I gave him an ear to ear grin that I knew always wins customers' hearts and make them drop large tips. I had perfected this smile over time and it worked every single time. He shyly walked in and I offered him a seat. We got talking immediately
"Nice hotel you guys have here" he started off the conversation
"Yeah right?? It's a 5star hotel man, we can't offer anything less than the best" I proudly replied
"I have something very important I wanna discuss with you. If you don't mind walking me to my car so we can talk in the privacy of my ride. It's really important and personal, and so I would rather we discussed it on a more personal level"
"Alright, no problem. I was just about leaving myself. Let me walk you to the car park" with that, I picked up my bag, hung it over my shoulder and we both walked out of the office, talking about nothing in particular, just exchanging banters and jokes and laughing heartily like we'd known each other for ages. When I bade the receptionist goodbye, she looked at me with surprise, and I could sense a sinister look on her face. She must probably be thinking "this my oga go collect big tip today oo", and I'm sure that's what every staff had on their mind also as we passed several of them on our way out, and they all gave me the same look. One of the cleaners was even bold enough to offer me an eye service kindness that she normally wouldn't. She offered to carry my bag for me and help me get a taxi ride. I just laughed and thanked her. She said okay before she added "oga mi, no forget your girl o" with a funny wink. I was very free with all the staff and they loved me, so such comment or behaviour didn't surprise me or any of the other staff members who saw it. Before we got to the door of the hotel, Cam's hand was already resting on my shoulder. Yeah, the white dude's name was Cameron, but he insisted I should just call him Cam, when I kept calling him Mr. Cameron. We got to his car, a very neat Lexus Jeep. I don't know the exact version or whatever. I'm not really a car person. Bike is more my thing than cars. But damn, the ride was beautiful. He said i should get in let's talk, before I leave. Immediately I entered, he started the engine and put the AC on full blast. Within seconds, the whole car was freezing. I felt a bit cold, but did not want to fall my hand by asking him to reduce the AC. The cold was normal to him, I know. Their country cold dey pass like this during winter. I managed to keep myself from shivering anyways. We started talking.
"So you said you had something really important to discuss with me?" I started.
"Yeah, very important and highly private. Can you keep it between us?"
"Sure, what is it? Now you got my attention" I was full blown nervous and feverish now, and he could see it. He reached out and put the AC off. I thanked him for reading my mind and he just smiled. He brought out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one, while putting one between his lips and lighting it with his car's cigarette lighter. I took one and also lit it.
Taking in one long drag and puffing out the smoke then sucking in some into my head made me feel a lot better from the earlier cold and cooled my nerves. Damn, it's been so long I smoked and sure I had missed the feeling of lightheadedness and calmness smoking brought. He took in some quick drags and puffed out smoke, causing the car to become hot and smoky, then he wound down the windows before he started talking.
"I like you bro. I really do. I like the way you go about your duty so relentlessly and with commitment. I love young hardworking guys who would rather not indulge in crime, but struggle hard to make a honest living"
"Thanks my man" that's all I could reply. I felt it was a compliment, but how wrong I was, when I looked into his eyes and noticed his eyes was running up and down my whole body, from head to to my laps, lingering on my thighs abd groin region. His looks made me feel a slight discomfort, cos his eyes looked at me like how a hungry predator looked at a prey. I noticed a look of lust in his eyes, but dismissed it as an effect of the highness from the cigarette kicking in. 'How can a guy be looking at another guy lustfully?' I thought to myself. 'highness na bastard sha' I smiled to my thoughts, but his next statement was to shock me to my bones... [To be continued; stay tuned]