The following evening, The Girls’ Room, The Pink Pony
Crystal has just settled on the couch to sedate herself with some mindless free-to-air television (the ancient TV in the girls’ room doesn’t support streaming services and the management is too stingy to splurge on a Smart TV) when she hears a smoky voice behind her say “Hey, Sexy.”
Crystal twists her neck around to find the new girl, Shanni, grinning at her.
“Hey,” says Crystal politely.
“I’ve got some guy in the room who wants a lesbian double,” says Shanni. “He’s clean, well-dressed, business type. He’s willing to pay a shitload of money, too. Are you in?”
“Thank you for asking me, but no,” says Crystal. “Why don’t you ask Carmen? She’s always up for a bit of girl-on-girl action.”
“Blondes don't do anything for me,” pouts Shanni. “I’m only interested in doing it with you. You’re fucking gorgeous. Come on. Please. You don’t even have to do anything, I’ll do all the work. You can just lie back and enjoy yourself while I -“
“Shanni, the reason I can’t do it is because I’m busy right now,” says Crystal. “I have a booking.”
“You have a booking,” repeats Shanni. “What do you mean, you have a booking? If you have a booking, why are you sitting on the couch watching TV? Where the fuck is he?”
“I have no idea,” smiles Crystal. ”This is the fourth week in a row he hasn’t shown up. But he’s still booked and paid for two hours. The two hours isn’t up for another ninety minutes. So you see, even if I was in the mood to do a lesbian double, I couldn’t. I’m busy.”
“Let me get this straight,” says Shanni. “You have a two hour prepaid booking every week with some guy who doesn’t even show the fuck up?”
“He used to show up,” says Crystal. “He just hasn’t shown up recently. I think he must have some dramas with his new girlfriend. But who cares as long as I’m still getting paid, right?”
“What’s to stop you seeing other clients at the same time, though?” says Shanni.
“Absolutely nothing,” says Crystal. “But that wouldn’t be ethical, would it?”
