As evening approached, the servants were given instructions to move Nathan upstairs. He was to be put in the room next to Eric's. There was a door between the rooms, but it was no longer in use, and bookcases had been set up in front of it on either side. Once Nathan was set up, these barriers were removed. This way, when Eric took' Crystal's that evening, he would have a front-row seat to the 'show.'
Downstairs, Paul, Nancy, Crystal, and Eric were casually drinking in the living room. Up until now, they had been having cocktails, but the time had finally come to open the bottle of wine that Paul had gifted to the newlyweds.
When it came to pouring Nancy a glass, though, Paul refused her.
"Hey!" she hissed. "Why aren't you giving me?"
"Who do you think you are?" Paul sneered.
"Do you think you deserve a wine as fine as this?"
Ever the diplomat, Crystal turned to Paul. "Shouldn't you be getting back to Michelle? I would imagine that she is starting to miss you by now?"
"You do not need to worry about whether she is lonely or not," Paul replied sneakily. "I would kindly ask you to mind your own business." There was nothing kind about his words.
Crystal humphed but said nothing. Just's and Q's, she thought resentfully. By now, she realized that nothing she could say would be of any help.
Nancy watched jealousy as Crystal sipped the wine. "How is it?" she asked.
"It's no different from regular wine," Crystal replied. "Do you want a sip from my glass?"
Nancy waved off her friend's request. "Thank you, but I'm good. There is an odd odor to it. Can you smell that?"
When Paul heard that, he stomped on Nancy's foot. He stepped on her so hard that, as a reflex, she gave him a good kick in the shins.
Paul grimaced in pain, but he did not complain.
"Are you sure that you don't want a sip?" Crystal asked.
"I'd rather die than drink it," Nancy replied.
"Have it your way." Crystal finished the glass, and Eric topped it off for her. Then, after a few sips from the fresh glass, she stood up suddenly. Her cheeks were red, and she had a giddy expression on her face. "I have an announcement!" she said. "I'm drunk!" And as she sat down again, everyone laughed.
Crystal was having a great time, but eventually, she began to feel nauseous, and it showed on her face.
"What's the matter?" Eric asked. "Don't you feel well? Maybe you should get some rest..." Without waiting for her to answer him, he got up to help her stand.
"My hero," Crystal muttered. She was really drunk now.
Eric picked her up, and as he carried her up the stairs, he said, "Little thing, you are such a lightweight."
Eric wondered what Paul had put in the wine. He had only had a little bit, but even he was feeling its effects. He was a little dizzy, and his whole body was warm.
Once they were upstairs, Eric kicked open the door to the master bedroom and laid Crystal on the bed. Then he pushed her bangs aside and kissed her forehead. "I wish you had come to me willingly." He sighed and said, "But any port in a storm, right?"
"Any port," Crystal replied incomprehensibly.
Eric felt guilty about what he was about to do for a moment, but the moment quickly passed, and he chastised himself for his weakness.
A feverish excitement rose within him. Eric had never wanted a woman so badly. He did not know whether it was the dr*gs in the wine or if it had something to do with Crystal, but he actually had a hard-on. "I can't believe it!" he exclaimed. He was extremely proud of himself.
Suddenly, Crystal began to undress him feebly. Her equilibrium was shot to Hell, and her hands were shaky. He appreciated her enthusiasm, though, and it wasn't long before she had gotten a few buttons undone.
All Eric could think about was his erection. A thing so rare should be cherished - he thought. And he felt an urgent desire to be inside of her. He needed her somewhat sober, though. For the video to have any value, she needed to struggle, otherwise, it was just another vanilla flavored sex tape.
Eric laid down beside her with a determination to wait. It wasn't easy, though. His erection was rock hard, and it was begging to be set free.
Crystal wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked, "Why do I feel so hot?"
"I don't know," he replied. "Shall I fan you?"
"Would you?" Crystal wondered. She yawned suddenly, and as she stretched her arms, her breasts strained against her top. They were magnificent, and her nipples stood out like sore thumbs. Just looking at them sent Eric into a frenzy of lustful thoughts and fantasies. Then her eyelids gradually closed.
In her drunken state, Eric became Nathan, and she was suddenly incredibly damp. She heard her name and her whole body trembled.
Eric looked at the door that separated this room from the one that Nathan was in. It is almost time - he thought. But time seemed to be going excruciatingly slow.
Crystal stroked his chest eagerly. Where is it?- she wondered. She did not know what she was looking for. Rather, she was driven by an instinctive desire that had taken over her body.
Eric smiled. "My little goblin," he whispered. "Watch where you are touching me. Are you so eager? If you keep flirting with me like that, I can't help but bully you."
In the trance that Crystal was in, she thought that she was with Nathan. It was the medicine, and she was doing things that she would not have otherwise done.
Eric ran his hands through her hair and said, "This is the first time that I have seen you so eager. You're so cute, Crystal."
In the next room, Nathan began to stir, and when he awoke, the first thing he heard was the sound of the bedsprings in the next room over.
Eric sensed that Nathan was awake and smiled maliciously at the secret door that separated the two rooms. He turned back to Crystal. "Do you want me?"
"I want you," she replied. "I do! I do! I do!"
"Call me "My husband, and I will give you what you want."
Why would I call Nathan 'My husband?' - Crystal wondered, and suddenly it seemed that the room was circling around her. She felt dizzy. It was hard to think, and she thought that she might be sick.
Now that she had started to sober up, though, the dr*gs began to kick in harder than before. Ignoring the turning in her stomach, Crystal clutched at Eric's shirt with her dainty hands. Then, without warning, she jumped on top of him and began to rip his clothes off.
Eric smiled and said, "Wife, I am ready. Tonight, I am yours, and I am fully at your disposal." As he spoke, he stretched and folded his hands under his head. Just as he did this, though, he accidentally touched a sensor. The bed made a mechanical whirring sound, and then his hands and feet were clamped in place. His brow wrinkled, and the smile at the corners of his mouth froze. "Paul..." he muttered. "What have you done?"
Eric could not think of anyone else that could have been responsible for such a nefarious deed.. Then, to make matters worse, Crystal leaned over and vomited all over his chest.