Chapter 50: Do It By Yourself

Nathan gave the whore in his lap a disgusted look, and when he stood up, she tumbled to the floor. The woman cried out in pain, indignation, and rage. “What the fuck?!?!?” she shouted.

Alex was just as confused as he saw the woman on the floor. He looked up at his friend and said, “Nathan, what are you doing? Didn’t you ask for me to get these women for you? To have sex with?”

“I changed my mind,” Nathan said. “I guess I’m not this desperate. They’re all yours. Have at ’em.” And without another word, Nathan turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” Alex shouted. Without turning around, Nathan said, “I need some fresh air.”

***

Back at the Beverly villa, Crystal was taking a bath. She rubbed her hair with a towel as she came out of the bathroom. Tiffany was sitting on her bed, but she ignored her as she walked over to her dressing table to get her hairdryer.

Tiffany casually took one of the pillows from Crystal’s bed and hugged it. She sighed and said, “Professor Davis has not returned yet. Does he usually stay out late?”

Crystal plugged the hairdryer in, adjusted the heat to the highest level, turned on the switch, tested the temperature, and said, “No.

Since he moved in, this is the first time.”

Tiffany: “Is this because of something that I said or did?”

Crystal didn’t answer. Instead, she ignored Tiffany and let the sound of the blower drown her voice.

Tiffany waited patiently for Crystal to dry her hair. She needed to know Nathan’s routine so that the probability of offending him would be lower. She hugged the pillow tighter. Eventually, she got bored, and she turned on Crystal’s laptop computer.

Crystal was still drying her hair, but when she saw that Tiffany had her computer, she turned the hairdryer off and set it aside. Then she walked over to her bed, grabbed the laptop, and began to shout at Tiffany. “Can you please get out of my room?” she roared. “If you want to know more about Professor Davis, why don’t you go to his room and wait for him, then you can ask him directly?”

Tiffany gave Crystal a curious look and thought about what she’d just said. A moment later, she said, “Crystal, why are you looking for a divorce lawyer?”

Crystal clutched the laptop to her girlish breasts, gave Tiffany a curt look, and said, “It’s none of your beeswax!”

Tiffany: “If you need one, I know many local professional lawyers. Do you need me to introduce you to one of them?”

Crystal: “Don’t bother.”

Tiffany examined Crystal’s face, and after a moment, she asked, “Are you and Nathan married?”

Crystal: “Are you kidding? Or are you dumb?? I am just a child and far too young to get married!”

Tiffany shrugged, put down the pillow, and stood up. “Okay,” she said. “I won’t disturb you anymore. I’ll go back to my room. Or maybe to Nathan’s. Anyway, good night.”

“Good night,” Crystal replied, and as soon as Tiffany was gone, she closed and locked the door behind her.

Crystal sat on her bed and opened her laptop. She had already found several lawyers, but she hadn’t had time to contact any of them. Then, when she finally had the time, Tiffany had interrupted her. Oh, well-she thought there was no time like the present.

Crystal pulled out her cell phone and turned it on, but before she could do anything productive, she saw that she’d received an Instagram message from Serenity. It said: “Crystal, Professor Davis is in a private box at the Merah Club. He has ordered a lot of wine, and his box is full of prostitutes.”

Crystal was stunned. She was so shocked that her phone fell from her hand - and for a full minute, she was unable to move. Once she recovered, she messaged Serenity to say that she was on her way. Then she changed her clothes, grabbed her phone and backpack, and rushed out of the house.

It was not easy to catch a taxi at night, so when Crystal finally stopped a car, she urged the driver to go as fast as he could. Fortunately, the traffic was light, and it took her less than twenty minutes to get to the club.

Serenity was waiting at the door for her. She was wearing a blue one-piece bathing suit that pushed up her breasts, blue bunny ears, and a black bow tie. When she saw Crystal getting out of the car, she immediately ran to meet her. Before she could say anything, though, Crystal looked her up and down and asked, “What are you wearing?”

“This is my uniform,” Serenity replied. “It helps promote wine sales.”

“That’s creative,” Crystal said. “Anyway, what’s going on with Nathan?”

Serenity: “He’s in the box, and the wh*res are still with him.”

Crystal cringed. “That’s so gross,” she said.

“By the way, where is your dressing room?”

“Why do you want to go to the dressing room?” Serenity asked. “Are you hoping to beat those sluts at their own game?”

Crystal smiled and silently nodded.

Serenity: “Alright. Let’s do it. My cousin works here, and he’ll set you up. We also have a world-class, famous cosmetician here. I can ask him to help you with your makeup. By the time he is done, you will stand out as being far more: beautiful than the prostitutes.”

Several tables were leaning against the wall in the dressing room, and there were many outfits strewn about the place. Several women were lounging about. They wore heavy, gorgeous makeup, and they smoked cigarettes as they made idle chit-chat. When Crystal and Serenity came in, they took a look at them and then turned back to their conversations.

In the corner of the room, there was a man in a tight black T-shirt. He was leaning on his chair and sleeping. Serenity ran over and touched his shoulder. He flinched and started to complain: “Oh, hey! I had a marvelous dream. I was out on the Shuswaps in British Columbia, driving a yacht, skipping across the water, and there were beautiful, bare-chested men in speedos all around me...”

“Forget about your pretty boys,” Serenity laughed. “They can wait. I need you to help my friend with her makeup!”

“No, I am off work,” the cosmetician said.

“Do it by yourself.” But then he looked up, and when he saw Crystal, he changed his mind. “I can see that you need a lot of friggin’ help, more than Serenity could provide - and I like a challenge. I’ll do it.”