" What's the time, darling?" Mrs Perkins asked out of the darkness of the airy hotel room.

I peered at the luminous hands of my wrist watch. " Eleven o'clock."

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

Women.They never seemed to know when to stop talking do they? Didn't they realize that after a long energetic love making like the one I just had, a man needs to rest and doze it off.

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

She giggled like a teenage girl. Secretly I rolled my eyes, feeling sick and tired of her girlish ways.

" Thanks a lot sweetheart. I had a fantastic time. You're the best lover ever. Can't recall the last time my husband's ever satisfied me the way you do."

" Speaking of satisfaction, how about satisfying my pockets? I'm kinda broke, you know."

She stroked the hairs on my chest, her lips curved in a meaningless smile. " You're such an impatient boy, aren't you Kelvin?"

" Well, you know what they say. A good service deserves some good payment."

" Stop it. You're just making that up."

" I wouldn't say that. So how about I get some cash, huh? I'm pretty hard up."

" Well, Alright," she sat up, taking her phone from the bedside table. I watched her from the corner of my eyes as she pressed some buttons.

Beep! Beep!

I saw my bank notification. Unlocking my phone, I regarded the message on my screen with a smile. $10,000. A nice payment for a good nights job.

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

" Awwn," I kissed her lightly on the lips. " Thanks a bunch, baby. You're amazing."

She held me tight and slipped her hands between my thighs, grabbing my cock. " Show a little appreciation, darling."

It took me over ten minutes to get her to climax. That would be our third orgasm tonight. I was glad it was finally over.

Mrs Perkins' a bank executive and one of my most frequent lovers. She's married with four grown up kids. Her husband's a rich businessman but he's a disappointment to Mrs Perkin.

She claims his cock was as small as a green beans. She might be exaggerating but that's what she calls it. I met her a couple of months ago at LEE'S; a fancy bar around town.

She met with Lee, my boss with complaints of her poor séx life. Lee listened attentively to her. In turns of cocktails, Mrs Perkins poured her doom to his ears. If only she could get a young capable man who'd make her feel like a woman.

Lee wasted no time. He immediately hooked me up with her. Ever since my first night with her, I was her one and only lover.

My name's Kevin. Cute name, I Know but that's the sort of name that attracts women to me like a magnet. When asked what I do for a living, I'd say I render services to rich women, whether married or single so long as money was involved.

I took pride in my job and I do it like a pro. If you ain't talking money then I got no business hanging out with you. Broke girls ain't my type no matter how pretty or sexually packaged she may be. Who wants a broke girlfriend when you can earn up to $10,000 a night with high ranking women, senate wives, businesswomen and housewives worth millions?

That's the kind of life I lived and I've been at it for eight years. Eight crazy years with different women. In a year, I sleep with no less than five hundred women, multiply all that by eight years, it's gonna amount to 4000 women.

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

By midnight, Mrs Perkin was leaving me lying all alone in our love nest.

" Love you, darling," Mrs Perkins blew me a kiss as she took her hand bag, heading towards the door.

I caught the immaginary kiss in the air and placed it in my heart. She giggled in her girlish ways and left.

She was gone. Praise the Lord.

My naked feet dropped to the floor. I reached for the bedside telephone and dialed Lee's number.

Lee picked my call immediately as if he'd been waiting for it a long time ago. " Hey, kid. Got something for me?"

" Yup, I'm done for tonight. I'm heading straight home now. When do you want your cut? Now or maybe later. I can drop by the bar tomorrow."

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

" Why don't you drop by in my place, kid," he said through the phone. " I've got a new job for you. Something big."

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

" It's gotta be tonight, my friend. This just came in earlier this evening. I need you here, right now in twenty minutes."

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

Getting out of bed, I took a long shower to get rid of the sweats of love making. In ten minutes, I was leaving the hotel and heading straight to my car.

That's right. My flashy new ride, gifted to me as a birthday present from one of my rich lovers.

Who says my job doesn't pay?

See, this is why I don't date broke girls. A regular girl would never be generous enough to get me a car.

Relaxing on the seat of my car, I turned on the volume of the music really loud and rode the car out of the parking lot. When I'm driving, I loved to loud up that music be it day or night. I need to feel that shít.

It's also a lifestyle I learnt from Lee: Don't be too pushy but let the world knows you're around.

Lee would say that all the time. It became part of me. I love it and I can't help it.

In a matter of minutes, I arrived at this estate where Lee's house stood out clearly. I founded his home number and traced my car towards his garage.

Parking my car in the garage, I stepped out gingerly, walking like a boss just the way Lee taught me to.

Lee was upstairs drinking and talking with the boys, Jason and Mike. These two fellas were Lee's eyes and ears to every nooks and crannies here in New York and in every parts of the country.

I call them, THE BIG BOYS.

Jason was in his late thirties and owns a hotel. Mike was Lee's personal manager who handles our dating sites and all other stuffs.

" Evening ladies?" I said sarcastically, as I stepped into the room.

Jason eyed my worn out looks and smiled knowingly. " You look dead, Kelvin. Mrs Perkins must've sucked your balls out."

Flopping down tirelessly on the couch, I looked up at him from the corner of my eyes.

" She's a horse, man. It ain't been easy for me these days, you know. Mrs Perkins is always on my neck and I still got Mrs Jonathan and Senator Veronica to worry about at the end of the week."

Everyone laughed except Lee. He was busy mixing whiskey to bother with what I was saying.

Lee's a plumpy little man turning fifty next month. He's my boss and the sole owner of LEE'S bar. It was said, in his earliest years as a young man, he'd went to bed with the richest women in the country.

He's made an unbreakable record of sleeping with a thousand women a year. That's an unbreakable record in the business. But now he's retired, settling down to manage his investments as he calls it.

LEE'S bar looked like a regular bar on the outside but on the inside, it's a cover up for the real business. Women patronize the bar to drink. Lee was a cocktail master. He was pretty good with mixing drinks. It was an art excelled at. His novelty was pleasing to the ladies. He was attentive whenever they speak.

Women loved that. A man who'd listen to their worries all day was what they want. These women ended up pouring out their problems before Lee. Especially their marriage or relationships. Instead of fixing their relationships, Lee's offered them a different solution to their problems.

A secret affair with another man for a small fee.

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

" Speaking of job," Lee cut in sharply. " I got something hot for you, Kelvin. Something big."

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

Lee served everyone drinks. As he did so, he held my eyes. " How'd you like to date a billionairess for a change?"

I sat up immediately, the way you sit up when a soldier bark at you.

A billionairess? That's a big one and the first I've ever heard of since I began working for him.

" A billionairess, you say," I licked my lips which had suddenly gone dry. " Are you for real?"

Lee nodded. " She's not just any billionairess. She's french."

" Wow, a foreigner," I was excited. " Does this means I get to join the boys in Paris?"

" He wrinkled his nose at me. " You're not joining the boys abroad. I told you before, we operate in small scale over there. And just so you know, she's in Miami. Her husband died a year ago and left her all his wealth. She's one of the richest women in the country presently. You might've heard of Mrs Rene Johnson ."

Mrs Rene Johnson. Ofcourse I've heard of her. She's the wife of the Steel billionaire, Mr A. Johnson.

The mysterious thing about her was that no one ever knew what she looked like. It was said she hated publicity but that wasn't my concern now.

" What does she want?" I asked, trying hard to Keep my excitement under control.

Lee turned to Mike. " Tell him."

" She wants a boyfriend," Mike began. " I was on our dating site this afternoon when she hit me up. She wants a young man of about twenty-four to twenty-five years. He's got to be good looking and with an incredible high libido. Ofcourse we've got hundreds of boys matching those requirements. I sent her photos of our best boys. After going through all of 'em, she sent her reply. She chose you."