Chapter 53: He Prefers Married Woman

Crystal walked towards Nathan and sat down next to him. He put his arm around her waist, and after looking at her for only a second, he said, “Master Bush is right. You do look familiar.

He really doesn’t recognize me! - Crystal couldn’t believe it. “I have that kind of face,” Crystal admitted. “People tell me that all the time.”

“You remind me of someone in particular,” Nathan said, “but you are more beautiful than she is.”

Crystal’s body shook a little. She didn’t feel happy about that compliment. She touched his arm and pouted. “Who is she?” she asked, “You can tell me.”

“It doesn’t matter who she is,” Nathan said as he began to rub her back. “You are the only one that matters to me right now.”

The thought of Nathan flirting with other women sent a chill up Crystal's mind, and she shivered. Of course, she didn’t want to give away her true identity, so she smiled sweetly and said, “That is nice of you to say. Do you want me to accompany you forever?”

Nathan looked at the mole in the corner of Crystal’ eye and said, “Sure. How much will it cost?”

Crystal: “Why don’t you make me an offer that I can’t refuse?”

Nathan’s hand slid down Crystal’s back, and it slipped beneath the elastic of her mini skirt and her thin cotton panties. He gripped her buttocks with his large hand and traced the crack of her ass with his thumb. “How about ten million dollars....” he suggested. “...a night?”

Crystal gasped, and she thought Ten million dollars for one night? That is a lot of money!

“I would like to take you up on your offer,” Crystal said, “especially because I want to see you lose control. It’s a pity, though, that...” Crystal stared intently at Nathan as she deliberately dragged out the last word.

Nathan: “What’s a pity?”

Crystal: “It’s a pity that I can’t play!”

“Why?” Nathan asked. His voice was casual and only half-serious. “Are you married? Are you afraid of cheating on your husband? Or you’re afraid to be enchanted by my charm,”

Crystal looked around the box, and it suddenly occurred to her that most of these girls were married. The realization that Nathan, and other men like him, had forced them into prostitution broke her heart into thousands of disgusting flies, and she was unable to drive them away.

“Am I right?” Nathan asked. His face was static, but there was a flash of amusement behind his eyes.

Is he playing with me? - Crystal wondered - He must be! She certainly felt like the mouse in a game of Cat & Mouse.” Of course not!” she exclaimed. “I am far too young to be married. Anyway, your conditions are all very attractive.

And you can see that I’m shaking with excitement at the thought of being with you, but...”

Nathan suddenly interrupted her. He said, “I will give you ten million dollars for one night, and I will buy all of the wine that you sell. How about it?”

Crystal offered Nathan an enchanting smile and asked, “Where do you want to do it?”

Nathan had a captivating smile, and his voice was charming. He pressed his lips to her ear and said, “I’m glad that you’ve accepted my proposal. Where does your husband like to fuck you? We can do it there.”

Crystal clenched her hands into fists. “Does Master Davis prefer married women?” she asked. It’s no wonder that he said I am too

young - she thought- He prefers married women!

Crystal sighed and said, “I hate to disappoint you, but I am a virgin.” Before Nathan could respond, she whispered into his ear. “I want to tell you a secret.”

Nathan smiled and looked at Crystal with an expression of expectation. After a moment, she whispered six more words into his ear: “My husband can’t maintain an erection.”

Suddenly Nathan began to cough, and after about thirty seconds, he was hacking so hard that his face began to turn blue. Crystal rubbed her back. “What’s wrong?” she asked him, but he was unable to reply.

Once Nathan had recovered, Bush invited Alex to join them, and he asked him and Nathan if they wanted to play cards. They both said that they did, and Nathan invited Crystal and one of the other girls to join them. The girl’s name was Layla.

Bush dealt the cards, and the prostitute explained the rules of the game. “In the end,” she said, “the person who has the trump card will have “The Supreme Right” and can give any order that they want.

Alex won the first round, and after proudly displaying the trump card, he said, “Anyone who has three must show the color of their underwear to anyone who has a four.”

After he announced his instructions, everyone looked down at the cards in their hands. Luckily, Crystal did not have a three. She looked around the table and smiled as Layla placed the three Spades on the table.

“This is a good show!” the youngest prostitute exclaimed. “Now, who has the lucky four?”

Bush turned his card out to reveal the four of Spades.

Layla: “Interesting. How does Master Bush want to proceed?”

Suddenly, Bush lunged across the table. He grabbed Layla, pulled her out of her seat, and hoisted her onto the table. The cards on the table went flying as he reached beneath her light yellow dress and dragged her panties down her leg until they hung like a limp slingshot between her ankles. The panties were white, and they had lace trim. Layla screamed indignantly. “These are not the agreed-upon rules!” she shouted.

Several people whistled, and a few others laughed, and Layla was so embarrassed that she didn’t know what to do. If she lifted her legs to pull up her underwear, her wet core would be revealed. Thus, she had no choice but to kick her panties to the floor.