"It seems you don't come here often," Jiang Hai remarked after watching the performance for half a day. As a normal man, it was only natural that he had some physical reactions after the show. When the waitress sat down beside him, she didn't seem to mind his discomfort. Though not a professional, she was no rookie either. She casually adjusted Jiang Hai's position through his pants before sitting back down. One hand gripped the bar in front of her, while the other guided Jiang Hai's hand into her shirt. It seemed the perks of this place were a bit too generous...
"Well, this is my first time here," Jiang Hai admitted awkwardly, though he was slightly worried about being banned. He was ready to leave now, but there was nothing else to say. He forced a smile and added, "If you come here to have fun, you have to let loose a bit, right? Go ahead, eat, and let our new gentleman see your unique skills." Hearing Jiang Hai's words, the waitress took his other hand and placed it on her as well, calling out to the dancer on stage.
The dancer, along with some of the other waitresses who usually disliked their job, now seemed to put more effort into their performance. They moved closer to Jiang Hai and the waitress, their movements becoming increasingly provocative.
The waitress, noticing the scene, reached out and stirred the air suggestively, then brought her finger to her mouth. Watching this unfold, Jiang Hai felt like a character from a cartoon he'd seen as a child—Sanwa from The Calabash Brothers. Every part of his body felt tense.
Feeling Jiang Hai's growing arousal, the waitress smiled and whispered, "I'll help you."
"Uh, go outside?" Jiang Hai was momentarily stunned. He did need to relieve himself now.
"No, it's too much trouble to go outside. The restroom is probably packed already. We can do it here. There's no one else around," the waitress murmured. Jiang Hai was taken aback.
No one else? There were nearly a hundred people nearby. How could she call this "no one else"? Not to mention the person right in front of them.
But the waitress didn't give Jiang Hai a chance to refuse. She stood up gently, adjusted his pants, and then sat back down, guiding him inside her.
"Hmph!" Perhaps she hadn't anticipated Jiang Hai's stamina. She gasped, her body trembling as she took him in fully. Even the dancers on stage paused momentarily.
"Don't stop! Keep going!" the waitress called out to the dancers, her voice firm. She began to move, her hands playing with Jiang Hai as the dancers resumed their performance. The scene was undeniably thrilling for Jiang Hai.
Normally, Jiang Hai could last about an hour, but this time, he was done in twenty minutes. As he shuddered, the waitress did too. After a moment, she slowly stood up, only to realize something was leaking out. She glanced back and noticed Jiang Hai's pants were soiled.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, looking at the mess.
"It's okay. I'll just wash it," Jiang Hai replied, feeling a bit embarrassed. This was certainly a first for him. As the waitress prepared to leave, Jiang Hai stood up and handed her a stack of money.
"I only need this much," she said, counting out ten bills before walking away as if nothing had happened.
Watching her leave, Jiang Hai felt a sense of relief.
"Can I come to you later?" the dancer whispered as she stepped off the stage. Her meaning was clear.
"Of course," Jiang Hai nodded. He had never experienced this kind of exotic encounter before.
The dancer smiled, touched Jiang Hai lightly, and then headed backstage to prepare. She wanted to return quickly—partly for the money, but also because the earlier scene had sparked some ideas.
With the stage empty, Jiang Hai decided to head to the restroom to clean up. However, upon entering, he found it was anything but peaceful. The sounds of passion echoed from every stall, and outside the partitions, couples were engaged in various stages of intimacy, though none had fully escalated yet.
Jiang Hai's face flushed with embarrassment. He quickly washed his pants at the sink and left the restroom. Thankfully, he was wearing dark pants today, or the situation would have been even more awkward.
As he stepped out, a group of people entered. Jiang Hai froze when he recognized them—eleven people in total. Alongside four bodyguards were seven women, led by a woman dressed in a masculine style. Jiang Hai was almost certain it was Pra Walton. Her usual regal demeanor was replaced with a more relaxed, androgynous look—her hair tied up, makeup applied, and wearing a slightly loose yet form-fitting suit with a white shirt underneath. The outfit accentuated her figure beautifully.
Surrounding her were six other women, five of whom Jiang Hai didn't recognize—two white, two Hispanic, and one Asian. But the sixth woman was someone he knew: Selena Gomez, who had visited his place and helped him before. Were they here to have fun too?
Thinking this, Jiang Hai approached to greet them, but a bodyguard immediately stepped in to block him. Just as Jiang Hai was about to explain that he knew Pra Walton, both Walton and Selena Gomez noticed him.
"Jiang, what are you doing here?" Pra Walton asked, surprised.
"I came to New York to see off a friend. I had nothing to do tonight, so I decided to check this place out. What about you?" Jiang Hai replied. The bodyguard, realizing Jiang Hai was acquainted with Walton, stepped back.
"We're here to have fun too. The next show's about to start, and I need to accompany my friends. Your bill for tonight is on me. Enjoy yourself," Pra Walton said with a smile.
"Thanks, but I've already paid for a glass of orange juice. I drove here, so I'm not drinking," Jiang Hai replied, waving her off before returning to his seat.
Pra Walton chuckled and took her place in front of a stage where a white dancer was performing. The bar owner had reserved the spot for her—she was a VIP, after all.
When Jiang Hai returned to his seat, the Indian dancer he'd been with earlier had changed and was waiting for him.
"Should we leave now, or wait a bit longer?" she asked, taking his arm with a smile. She had already earned over three hundred dollars from Jiang Hai during her performance, so she was ready to call it a night. As for going out with him later, she had already decided it would be free—unless he had any special requests, in which case she might charge extra. But Jiang Hai didn't seem like the type to make unreasonable demands, so she felt safe.
"Let's watch for a while longer," Jiang Hai said, settling back into his seat. The girl immediately sat on his lap, much like the waitress had earlier. Jiang Hai followed suit, placing his hands on her as the music started and another show began.
This time, the dancer on stage was an Asian woman who bore a striking resemblance to someone from China. Unlike the exotic features of the woman in his arms, this dancer looked more familiar. However, Jiang Hai guessed she might be from an island nation or Korea.
He was wrong. As Jiang Hai wondered about her background, the dancer in his lap whispered, "That's Nguyen Kang, from South Vietnam. She's the most flexible dancer here."
Indeed, Nguyen Kang's flexibility was impressive. Her first move was a deep bend, showcasing her upper body before transitioning to her lower body. Though fully clothed, her movements were captivating.
Jiang Hai, thoroughly entertained, began tipping generously. Watching a performance was like reading a novel—if you enjoyed it, you showed your appreciation. He tossed twenty dollars onto the stage, and the dancer's excitement was palpable. She knew she had struck gold and danced even more vigorously, becoming the first on the twelve stages to go topless.
Jiang Hai couldn't help but marvel. This place was truly a hormone-fueled paradise.
(To be continued.)