Half an hour later, Scarlett found herself in a luxurious salon. She decided to shut her mouth and just let the hairstylists work their magic; their imposing scissors scared her a little bit, but she decided to let whatever was about to happen just happen.
She was actually happy to get a haircut in this expensive salon that was way out of her budget, and she decided that even if the stylist shaved all of her hair off today, she would not utter a word of complaint.
After about two hours, the hairstylist announced that she was done.
Scarlett looked in the mirror to find that her dark brown hair had turned from straight to wavy. The stylist had cut her hair a little bit shorter and given it a perm. It seemed like the stylist had achieved the best combination of sexy and adorable. Scarlett was quite satisfied with her new hairdo.
Chuck was relaxing in the VIP section while Scarlett was getting her haircut. When he came over to see Scarlett’s new look, he was amazed. His eyes glinted. “You know what, now it really looks like God himself has touched you. What an improvement.”
Chuck didn’t tell her that the haircut was perfectly suited to complement her own sexy and cute charms. Scarlett seemed not even to realize how wildly attractive she was to almost any straight man who caught sight of her.
“Let’s go.” Chuck picked up his suit jacket and went out first. Scarlett fixed her hair a bit in the mirror and then followed.
“Thanks for getting me this haircut. It was such a great gift. I want to do my best to help you out tonight. You know, a fair deal, as always.” Scarlett caught up with Chuck and said.
When she was only ten years old, Scarlett first learned the most important lesson of her life. There’s no such thing as a free lunch.
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Chuck drove the car directly to Mystic Night Garden– French for “The Garden.” As everyone in the area knows, Mystic Night Garden is the largest and most luxurious private club for the wealthiest people in Irving. It covers a huge estate and has everything you could imagine: restaurants, bars, nightclubs, fitness centers, bowling alleys, golf courses, and more. Scarlett was quite familiar with this place already, but she pretended to be a first-timer.
Chuck and Scarlett entered the lobby and walked directly to the elevator. Chuck pressed the button for floor B2, and Scarlett knew that they were going to the casino.
“This?” Scarlett raised her chin to hint at the baccarat table.
“What’s the fun of that?” Chuck took Scarlett into the biggest VIP box. In the center, there was a snooker table.
A group of people sat on the round sofa, and some stood around. When they saw Chuck coming in, they greeted him one by one with
Scarlett came in a few steps later. When she spotted Chuck, he was already surrounded by several tall blondes tugging at his arms; they pulled his left and right to go get a drink.
“I brought a beauty with me here today.”
Chuck raised his chin, pointing to Scarlett. So now, the spotlight was on her. Scarlett smiled and nodded, saying hi to all the women standing before her.
Everybody standing in the room turned to her and scrutinized her from head to toe. Scarlett’s new haircut really charmingly refreshed her beauty. They couldn’t move their eyes away from her; some admired her beauty, some desired her, and others were jealous.
Not long after that, Scarlett was surrounded by many admirers trying to ask for her phone number. The more bold ones… well, they were direct and asked for her room number without wasting a moment.
Scarlett turned away from the scores of lustful men around her– she had no interest in them whatsoever.
She pulled Chuck’s sleeve and whispered her request, “Can’t we just quickly play the game and get out? I just wanna leave here ASAP, to be honest…”
“This is Scarlett Morris. She’s good at this. So I brought her here to meet our top snooker players.” Chuck took Scarlett to the table and explained that they had just come down for a game.
He leaned against the table, stretched out his long legs, and lit a cigarette, “Who will play with her tonight?”
Chuck said this only to warm up the game because he had already made a decision for himself. As four or more gentlemen volunteered to play, Chuck pointed to a man sitting in the right corner of the room holding a sexy woman in his arms. She was wearing a pair of bunny ears on her head and only a silky nightgown.
“Allen. Allen! Get your ass here and play with her.”
Allen Nelson was not surprised at being nominated, but he came over to the table reluctantly. He and his Bunny Girl were in the middle of a rabid game of tonsil hockey, and the clueless Chuck Sandler had just interrupted. Allen rolled up his sleeves and glanced at Scarlett,
“Let’s make it fair for you! I’ll…”
Chuck stopped him, “Cut the bullshit.” He then chose a cue for Scarlett and threw it to her.
“How about one shot in turn?” Allen suggested.
Scarlett took the cue in one hand and a cigarette case and a lighter in the other. She lit a cigarette and began to chalk the cue-tip. She then turned to Allen and said, “After you.”
Allen bent down, adjusted to the best position, and struck the cue-ball. The break-off shot is, of course, quite essential for a snooker player.
Should the player be defensive, when taking the first shot, he would not strike the reds scattered but strike the cue ball to hide behind the green ball or the yellow ball and make a snooker game. But if the player is a striker who likes to attack, he would strike the reds to get them a bit more dispersed and then leave the opponent with a chance to play long-distance shots.
If the opponent scores, then they would compete to block the ball. If the opponent couldn't get the ball in, then that would be his chance to score points.