Chapter 52: What Do I Do?

Chapter 52: What Do I Do?

Eric Bush sat down on the corner of the sofa, leaned lazily on it, and put one of his arms on the back of the leather sofa. He looked at the man in the corner, lifted his glass with his free hand, and said, “To Master Davis.” When Nathan didn’t reply, he lazily pointed to the ladies. “You seem unsatisfied with the wh*res. Would you prefer something younger? Someone virginal, perhaps?”

When Nathan still didn’t respond, Bush grabbed the closest prostitute and threw her at him. Nathan caught the girl as she landed in his lap and when he tried to push her off him. She did not want to go, though, and she made herself comfortable on his lap. “I just arrived today,” she said. “I was brought in, especially for you, because of your unique penchant for young virgins.”

Nathan looked the girl in the eyes, and in a firm tone of voice, said, “Go away!” His cold glare frightened the girl. She quickly got up and went to stand behind Bush.

Crystal stood in the corner. Her intuition told her that this position was the safest, and she could clearly see Nathan from there. She planned to wait for something of pornographic nature to happen and sneakily take a few photos. She had taken a few pictures of him when the girl was on his lap, but the angle was terrible, and nothing explicitly sexual had happened.

Crystal watched Nathan from the corner of her eye, and she could see that he was watching Bush. A tension between the two men felt dangerous to her - and palpable, like Mount. Vesuvius, in the dark hours, before it exploded and took out half of Pompeii. Crystal tried to ignore the feelings of impending doom. She did not care about the relationship between these two men. At the moment, she had bigger fish to fry.

The other girls could also sense the tension, and one of them said, “Weren’t we talking about playing another game? Why don’t we get back to that?”

The virgin clapped her hands together and said, “Yes, let’s. Here, I’ll turn up the music.” And as the volume of the music went up, the atmosphere lightened.

Under the colorful lights, the oldest woman - she was in her late twenties - smiled charmingly. Then she stood up, walked in front of Bush, raised her hand, and gave him a hard push. Bush cried out as he fell backward in his seat.

Crystal thought, Wow! And upon seeing such a hot, sexy scene, the other girls cheered. Bush pushed himself up on his elbows and smirked evilly. The sly old fox’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he eye-fucked the woman who had pushed him down.

The woman did a slow, sexy dance, and when she knew that she had everyone on the edge of their seat, wondering what she would do next, she went down on her knees between Bush’s legs. Her pink tongue stretched out and coquettishly licked her upper lip. She waited a moment for dramatic effect, and then she lowered her head and undid the zipper on his pants with her teeth.

Once Bush’s zipper was down, the woman stretched her tongue out again and licked the cold metal zipper from its bottom to its top. Her hands came up, and she was about to undo his belt buckle when Bush sighed and said, “That will be enough. If the game goes any further, I will have no choice but to eat you out, right here on the table.”

With this image of cruelness in everyone’s mind, except for the sound of the music, the box fell silent. There was a long pause, and then Nathan began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” the older woman

asked. She smirked and said, “I think it is time for us to see how well you play the game!” Nathan looked at the two wh*res; the young one first and then the old. Then he turned to the corner where Crystal was standing. He lifted his hand, curled his finger - come hither and said, “Come here.”

Crystal froze in place, and her mind began to race. This is not what I came here for - she thought - What do I do? What would Serenity do if she were in my shoes? If I tried to run away, would they even let me through the door?

Before this moment, Nathan hadn’t even looked at her, and she hadn’t been sure that he had noticed her. Now she knew that he had, and he had summoned her, and she did not know what to do. Crystal’s face drained of color, and her body began to shake. She was so scared that her toes curled up in her shoes, and she didn’t know where to put her hands.

Crystal looked around the room and discovered something that she had already suspected: Everyone was watching her. She could feel her heart rate rapidly increasing, and she suddenly found it hard to breathe. The room began to spin, and she felt like she was going to vomit.

“Wow, what a beautiful lady,” the older prostitute said. She turned to Bush. “Where did she come from?”

Bush shrugged. “Where does anyone come from?” he asked.

“Never mind that,” the woman beside him said. “It turns out that Master Davis likes this type. That is all that matters.”

“Then why wasn’t he into me?” the younger girl pouted.

“You never can tell about these things,” Bush laughed. He took a long look at Crystal, and then he said, “She seems familiar. Why does she seem so familiar?”

“You must have seen her in bed before,” replied another one of the girls. She laughed, adding, “Am I right?”

Bush brought a fag up to his mouth, lit it, took a drag, and exhaled a perfect O. He poked his finger through it, smiled, and turned to the girl who had just spoken. He glared at her for a moment, and then he said, “If you value your life, you won’t laugh at me like that.”

“I-I w-was j-just k-kidding,” the girl stammered.

“Never mind,” Bush said. Then he turned his attention to Crystal. “You’re up now, kitten. Daddy wants to hear his little girl purr.”