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here,’ she points at Irina without looking at her and then turns to leave, ‘come out to the pool. It’s going to be a hot day.’
    Lena beckons with her head towards the door, ‘What was that about?’
    ‘Whatever she is on,’ I lean forward and whisper, ‘it works!’
    My sisters grin.
    ‘Never mind.’ Irina stays serious and fidgets in her chair. ‘Where were we?’ She pauses, making sure she has our full attention.
    ‘The club opens at seven. Every night the taxi fetches you here at quarter past six. There is usually no traffic. At quarter to seven you should be in the club. Just enough time to change so I suggest you do your make-up here.’
    Doors slam more frequently, and the voices and laughter get louder. Another two girls walk in talking to each other. Both are naked, just like Misty, but have beach towels in their hands.
    ‘Okay, I need to run, girls.’ Irina bites her lip and gets up. ‘We’ll discuss the rest at the club tonight.’
    We walk her outside and stop on the porch. There are at least a dozen girls… each one more impressive than the other… all naked. Some drift in the water, others tan while reading or checking their phones.
    ‘The Playboy Mansion pales in comparison!’ I look at the pool area, dazed.
    ‘Unbelievable…’ Lena waves to Irina, who is steering out of the gates, but her gaze is pinned to the pool area too.
    ‘Hey!’ Natalia snaps her fingers in front of our faces. ‘Stop looking like that.’ She pokes our shoulders playfully. ‘Seriously… you are like some freaking sapıklar !’ [1]
    We stay a little longer, exchanging observations and jokes, then Natalia yawns. ‘While that pool looks so tempting, I am going to pass and get some sleep.’ She turns and heads inside.
    ‘I’ll pass too.’ Lena turns to me. ‘You?’
    ‘I’ll join the girls,’ I say, taking a long look around, still in disbelief that we’ll be living in this place. My eyes stop at the neighbor’s balcony.
    ‘Len? Do you see what I see?’ I point.
    ‘Holy crap!’ she exclaims as soon as she follows my finger.
    ‘Is he holding binoculars?’ Lena’s half-question, half-statement is high-pitched.
    ‘Yeah… and he is naked too!’ I shake my head. ‘Do you think they have problems with the clothing industry here in South Africa?’
    Lena ignores my joke. ‘Shall we warn the girls?’
    ‘Good morning neighbor!’ We both turn towards the vibrant greeting. One of the girls waves at the stalker, then all of them look up and wave at him too. Then they all giggle and return to what they were doing without bothering to cover themselves up. The stalker licks his smiling lips and waves back, without lowering the binoculars.
    ‘Well…’ Lena looks at me, amused, ‘are you still planning to sunbathe?’
    ‘Yeah,’ I wrinkle my nose and head inside the house, ‘but first let me unpack my bikini.’
     

5
     
    I freeze in front of the wall-sized mirror placed usefully at the dressing room exit. I let the girls, who stop for a final check or touch-up of their make-up before they hit the floor, pass me. The shift is about to start and I can’t make myself walk out of this door.
    How am I going to do it sober? I know nothing about being sexy and funny if I am not charged with something.
    I know the first days are always shaky. But before, I’d swallow a few tequilas and the world didn’t seem so harsh any more. What am I going to do now? I’ve never been a good actress. How am I going to play cool and confident when I’m shaking inside?
    When we entered the club half an hour ago, my heart sank into my stomach. The place was impressive – a huge, factory-type building. The three-storey-high open space has been modernized with two considerably sized loft levels on each side, a massive modern bar, and extravagant furnishings and booths. The round center stage, connected to the back of the club by a long runway, has a shiny, ceiling-high pole and funky lighting that accentuates its