"Wow, interesting." Jiang Hai was immediately intrigued by the seductive figures on stage. He had come here to see such things. He had always heard that there were many such clubs in the United States, but this was his first time experiencing one.
"Good evening, gentlemen," a waitress, dressed in nothing but underwear and a pair of bunny ears, approached with a smile. It seemed that the staff here were all dressed similarly.
"It's just me," Jiang Hai replied shyly, taking in the sights in front of him.
"I'll arrange a seat nearby for you. Do you have a particular type of dancer you prefer?" The waitress asked with a smile. Seeing Jiang Hai's uncertain expression, she continued, "There are twelve stages here, each with different dancers. The catwalk in the middle is used for the main show at midnight, but before that, the performances take place on these twelve stages. Three are for black dancers, three for white, three for Hispanics, and three for Asians. Judging by your attire, you must be Asian. Would you like to watch the performance from our Indian dancers tonight?" she asked, noticing Jiang Hai's hesitation.
"You can enjoy the performance of the Indian dancers," she added with a hint of suggestion. Though she didn't particularly care for Indian dancers, she acknowledged that their beauty was still noteworthy.
"Please follow me," she said, leading Jiang Hai to a stage.
The "stage" was not particularly large, about two square meters, with another level below it for placing glasses and other items. This seating area offered the best view of the performances. Of course, if someone paid enough, they could sit closer or even touch the performers, but if the dancer didn't want that, security would intervene. How forceful that intervention was depended on the customer's behavior.
The waitress led Jiang Hai to a small bar where a performance was taking place. The bar could seat up to ten people, though four seats were typically arranged to avoid any accidents. If guests brought friends, they could add more chairs.
By the time Jiang Hai arrived, three people were already seated. To his surprise, two of them were men, and one was a woman. It was clear that their relationship was complicated, but Jiang Hai noted that both men and women came to these clubs.
Though curious, Jiang Hai didn't ask too many questions. Once seated, he requested a glass of juice, noting, "It's better not to drink before driving."
"Wow, I didn't expect you to be such a gentleman," the waitress remarked with a smile, before heading off to fetch his drink. Meanwhile, Jiang Hai's attention was drawn back to the stage. The dancer caught his eye and, upon noticing his gaze, worked harder, even squatting down in front of him with her legs spread wide. Through her thin pants, Jiang Hai could sense something intriguing.
Seeing this, Jiang Hai picked up a twenty-dollar bill and threw it on stage. The woman, with a playful move, rubbed her hips, sending the bill back toward him. She then swayed her hips enticingly, signaling him to place the money in a more personal way.
Jiang Hai, catching her meaning, added another two bills. This time, when he tried to insert them, the dancer moved back, and her pants, which had only two bags initially, were now pulled open, revealing more than Jiang Hai expected.
Stunned, Jiang Hai wondered if this was an intentional act. He certainly didn't want to be kicked out—Moses Adams had warned him that this wasn't tolerated.
But there was another possibility: perhaps the dancer herself was willing. Jiang Hai looked at her in surprise, and she smiled mischievously as she continued her routine.
She didn't stop, scream, or call for security as Jiang Hai had expected. Instead, she turned her body purposefully, giving him a clear sign that this was part of the act. Understanding this, Jiang Hai smiled and placed another two twenties into her hand. As he did, her pants slipped completely off.
The sight in front of him was unmistakable, and although most men would be excited by such a view, Jiang Hai remained composed. He noticed the two other tables around him, which had been watching, now beginning to shift. They had seen the money Jiang Hai had thrown and, knowing that he was the one willing to spend, quietly moved to other tables, leaving the stage open for him.
As the other guests left, the dancer intensified her performance, even removing her top to fully expose herself. This was a first for Jiang Hai, but he wasn't shy about his generosity. He continued tossing twenties, each one fueling the dancer's enthusiasm even more.
Jiang Hai knew that dancers from different backgrounds earned differently. White dancers had a broad audience and could make over two hundred dollars a day, while black dancers, though they had their own loyal following, earned slightly less—about three thousand dollars a month. Latino dancers were also doing well, earning over two thousand dollars a month, which was enough to sustain them.
However, Asian dancers were not as fortunate. Their audience was much smaller, and dancers like the one in front of Jiang Hai struggled to earn much. Before Jiang Hai arrived, she had made only fifty dollars from her performance, but now, thanks to his generosity, she had already earned over two hundred dollars. It was clear she appreciated his attention.
"Sir, your orange juice," the waitress announced as she arrived with a glass.
"Thank you," Jiang Hai replied with a smile and handed her forty dollars for the juice, a generous tip for her service.
Seeing Jiang Hai's generosity, the waitress's eyes sparkled. She didn't take the money immediately but instead bent down slightly, giving him a subtle view of her form. It was an invitation to place the money in a more personal way, which Jiang Hai gladly accepted. The soft feeling of her skin was as smooth as it looked.
After a moment, the waitress placed the drink in front of him and sat on his lap, pressing herself against him in a very intimate manner. Jiang Hai's face flushed, finding himself in an awkward yet thrilling position.