Montana donned her jeans and shirt and stared at Optesia.
"Who´s the woman with the silver butterfly," said Montana.
"Avene Maxini, put on channel fifty three, it´s her channel, where she shows up making love with Nevena some times, for show."
The women frowned. They didn´t like channel fifty three, because it meant performing for Maxini to get lunch or dinner. They sat together on one of the king sized beds, as though getting ready for a pajama party.
Clarity looked at the large television screen at saw a navel shown at close up range, showing below it a small, silver butterfly delicately moving in pendulum motion, sustained by an intricate belly chain made of silver.
"That´s the navel of Avene Maxini," said Optesia.
"Live?" asked Montana.
"I´m pretty sure, the silver butterfly looks authentic," said Optesia, walking closer to the screen. Clarity used the remote to zoom out of the navel and a gorgeous face appeared.
"This is Avene Maxini, you better listen to me if you want your next lunch."
Avene Maxini was twenty five years old, she had shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and the tanned body and flat stomach of a fitness woman used to doing aerobics every day. She was wearing a black and pink tank top which said 'profitable and employed', and which left her navel naked and visible. She clasped the silver butterfly moving from her navel with her index finger, swaying it left and right, left and right, left and right.
"Stop that," said Clarity. She spoke to the screen to see if there was a camera filming them. Maxini placed her hand on the butterfly to stop the swaying movement and moved her face closer to the screen.
"Sterley, I want to see you, meet us outside the penthouse in three minutes with that other woman holding the remote, and bring the remote," said Maxini. The screen flashed a bright white light and turned off. Clarity tried turning the television set on, but it wouldn´t respond to the remote. The same thing happened with other channels, the remote wasn´t working after the white light flashed onscreen. Montana donned her loafers and moved towards the kitchen area, grabbing a glass. Clarity observed her flawless backside, nice and firm, and round. Nothing to say, she could become a member of Sun on the Rocks, number seven on the synchronized swimming team.
"We´re in trouble," said Montana, "I´m going to need all of your intelligence, your sensual intelligence specially. Maxini´s after my money, she wants to break me, and to sleep with me and with Nevena at the same time."
"We´d be in trouble even if she only wanted to see us, it seems that she owns this place," said Clarity, "we can´t get out unless she says so."
"She doesn´t own this place, my father´s a shareholder of the Hyatt. She wants my father to sell all of his shares for a dollar, in exchange for me, that´s why the hotel´s closed to tourists this week. All of this is happening because I refused to be with her and two other wealthy women for a week at a resort in the Bahamas. Have a glass of water, we have a minute and a half left." Sitting in a chair in the back looking at the terrace, Flower pointed towards Clarity.
"Hide that remote, if Maxini finds it, we don´t get out of here." Clarity nodded, the remote controlled the domotic system, and the domotic system sometimes worked according to the remote´s frequency. After careful deliberation, they decided to place it in the room´s safe.
"It´s the most obvious place," said Clarity.
"It may be obvious, but I just changed the combination, they´ll have to work through 999 numbers to open it." Clarity glanced at Flower, who was drawing, sketching something on a pad.
"The ficus in the terrace," said Flower, "hide it in the pot, buried."
"Better idea," said Montana. She opened the safe and threw the remote to Clarity, who caught it with her right hand.
"Fifty nine seconds," said Cynthia, looking at her steel bracelet Rolex Datejust with a pink dial. Taimi, Jenna and Lanai walked towards Flower, who was drawing a picture of her earring, which Maxini´s boss, Cassandra Scafarel, still had. Across the earring, she drew the shape of a Buddha, oddly looking like Buddha Talk.
"You don´t mean you like Buddha Talk?"
"I´m not sure, he said he´d take me to ecstasy, I´m starting to believe in sexual ecstasy."
"And before, you believed in what?"
"In sexual," said Flower.
"Just sexual, I mean sex, wasn´t sure about love, because I thought if you mix sex and love, you might get pregnant."
"You might get pregnant in any case," said Clarity, "I mean, Penelope is more attractive than Buddha Talk." Flower ensured Buddha Talk was depicted in a lotus position.
"Anyway, I know Buddha Talk takes precautions, I give him the benefit of the doubt on ecstasy, on ecstasy with me, that is."
"With you and seventy eight other women."
"I don´t give any benefit to the other women."
Lanai opened a drawer and instead of St. James Bible, found a copy of Decadence, the book addressing pleasure, the shortcomings of pleasure, and the various ways to address them.
"They really live by an adult code of leisure, here," said Lanai, "I wonder if it´s used in prayer."
Clarity sprinted to the terrace with the remote in her hand. An icon previously unnotticed drew her attention. There was a silver butterfly button in the back of the remote. She thought of Money Fact and pressed on the button, a courageous agent would do that, she thought. Then, she planted the remote control below the earth of the pot, carefully covering it. Hopefully, it was an earth and dust resistant remote. The entrance door unlocked. It was time to meet Maxini, the ultra goddess of pleasure that Money Fact had told her to avoid.
The door lock tumbler turned, indicating it was time for the corridor meeting. Clarity opened the entrance door and walked out to the corridor, followed by Montana, who donned a cashmere, cream color turtleneck sweater. Less than forty feet away, Avene Maxini was walking briskly with Nevena, followed by Bakal and five large security agents dressed in black suits, all speaking through cordless radios, two of them carrying a cell phone. Mako closed the caravane, pushing a cart filled with a full dinner, including warm food covered by a silver cover. Maxini stopped in front of Montana, throwing a proud look to her and to Clarity, who noticed that Nevena was eyeing her.
"The remote, Sterley." Montana crossed her arms.
"We don´t have the remote." Maxini eyed one of the security guards, who spoke for several seconds in Arabic. Clarity threw a glance at Bakal, he was holding a bottle of Ko Phi & Nga Champagne in his hands, examining the label at a slanted angle.
"They must have found the camera on/off button, we lost track of the room for a few minutes, we´ll have to search for the remote," answered the agent. Maxini lifted her head and stared at Montana. Clarity noticed that her tank top was different, it now said 'Profitable, still employed."
"You know what you´re going to do," said Maxini, "if you want to leave this place, that is. Your father´s on his way to Colorado, he couldn´t find his passport," she said, holding a U.S. passport in her hand. Nevena extended a rectangular cell phone device in front of them, looking for Montana´s passport. She found it in Montana´s back pocket and grabbed it in victory. Montana growled.
"I´m not shooting an adult film here, not while you´re watching, if anything, I´ll do it with my own production company, but I´ll do that in L.A. that´s where the adult industry is, and if I do it, I´ll do it for my protection, so that no one knows my real identity as the daughter of a Colorado oil billionnaire. I won´t work for you or for Scafarel or for Telval Studios. Ever." Maxini smiled.
"Never say the N word, say the name Nevena instead. You´re just scared, Montana, you´ll shoot adult here in the hotel, with the other eight women in that room, and you´ll all be broadcast in the Emirates most powerful homes, from our adult channel, the one you watched all night the first night you slept here, when I came to bring you dinner acting like a maid." Montana lifted her index finger to mean no.
"No go, can´t do that, can´t shoot adult, my father will refuse to put me in any Board of Directors, I´m not going the way of Paris Hilton, period. I´m not sleeping with you either." Montana stared at the security guards, who all looked away, moving their heads to their right in unison.
"That´s not an option anymore, sleeping with me is not valid with Cassandra, you have to shoot adult, Mr. Bakal paid for that," said Maxini. Bakal scratched his forehead and lifted the dinner tray, uncovering a lobster. Mako handed him a nut cracker to crack the lobster pinces.
"I thought you could seduce any woman," said Montana.
"I can have twenty four hours of sex, you can´t and you won´t learn how to, because neither you or your father will find the Boustrophedon and its hidden code of pleasure."
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