pjbooks Chapter 182 Spreading Money and Dancing Behind the Curtain
Chapter 182 Spreading Money and Dancing Behind the Curtain
Chapter 182 Spreading Money and Dancing Behind the Curtain
The Vanilla Unicorn Club was no stranger to MaJack; at least in the world of a certain AAA game, he himself couldn't remember how many times he had visited it.
The entrance is a corridor illuminated by purple ambient lighting strips, and you can already hear the loud, booming sounds coming from inside.
Only after purchasing three tickets at $15 each from the receptionist did I officially enter the adult world.
As expected, the brightly lit hall wasn't packed with customers; at least 70% of the space was empty.
All the seats were unoccupied.
Moreover, most of the guests looked to be around Trevor's age, either leaning on the railing of the dance floor smoking or sitting in chairs sipping drinks, appearing completely lifeless.
The truth is that this form of entertainment, which originated in the 20s, has had its market share squeezed to almost nothing by the impact of various livehouses and themed bars. Those who are willing to spend real money to come to this place are mostly middle-aged men who are down on their luck, have gone bankrupt, are unhappy in their marriages, and whose lonely souls cannot find solace, so they can only rely on alcohol and women to numb themselves.
It was prime time, but there was only one dancer swaying her body in the huge dance floor. However, under the dazzling laser lights, it was difficult to see whether her face was alluring or not.
The only thing that can give the audience a sensory stimulation is the moment when her clothes are removed. Normal men's aesthetic sense is like this: the beauty of ambiguity is the real beauty. If she is completely naked, then it has no appeal.
It's important to know that being a stripper is a legitimate profession in the United States, just like being a doctor, a driver, or a programmer. They earn money through their labor and pay taxes on their earnings.
Moreover, the industry rules are very mature; it's just entertainment performance and doesn't provide any other services.
Of course, if you can use your money to max out their favorability, they wouldn't mind chatting with you at a roadside cafe after get off work. As for what might happen next, that's between the two of you and has nothing to do with the club.
To be honest, I was a little disappointed. Apart from inhaling a lot of secondhand smoke, Ma Jie didn't get any positive feedback.
However, since he was already there, he went to the front desk and ordered a beer, the most basic industrial lager, which cost $10.
Although Jimmy also ordered a beer, he couldn't help but complain, "Ten-dollar Jack, we actually spent ten dollars on beer. For the same price, you could drink a dollar-per-glass beer in the back all you need until you throw up."
"Keep your voice down, buddy." Ma Jie rolled his eyes at him. "Don't yell like a country bumpkin. The floors in those slum bars are so sticky they look like they've been chewing gum stuck to them. I feel like I have to walk on stilts every time I go in. Besides, do women take their clothes off in front of you there?"
"Tch, I don't see what's so great about it." Jimmy seemed completely uninterested in the performances on the dance floor, not even glancing at the dancers once he entered.
"Hey sweetheart, I'm Peach. May I invite you to dance?"
Just as Ma Jie was about to find a table to sit down, a sexy woman wearing a red corset and strappy high heels walked towards him and put her hand on his shoulder.
Aside from her alluring outfit and hot body, this girl's looks are only average, scoring a mere 6.5 out of 10. After removing her makeup, she'd lose another point.
Don't assume that your luck with romance has turned around. Being invited by a dancer at a club isn't because you're incredibly charming or have a natural succubus quality; it's because, in their eyes, you have a certain level of spending power.
If you accept the invitation, the other party will lead you to a curtained area on the other side of the hall and perform a erotic dance for you alone, which will last for about two or three minutes.
During this process, the only thing you can do is sneakily touch the dancer's waist and buttocks when the security guards aren't looking.
Although this was against the club's rules, the dancers had no choice but to tacitly allow the customers to do so in order to compete with each other.
Of course, this is definitely not free. A curtain dance costs $50. If you invite two people, in addition to the base fee of $100, you also need to give an extra $10 tip to each person.
Honestly, at that price, you could hire a brothel for a game of poaching in a rural pub far from Los Angeles.
Under Peach's fiery gaze, Ma Jie grinned and said, "Excuse me, ma'am, I'm not interested at the moment."
Before he could finish speaking, the other person's gaze quickly turned cold, and she wiggled her hips as she brushed past him, leaving behind a lingering, suffocating scent of cheap perfume.
The dancer had finished her performance, and another performer took her place. She looked very familiar, especially with her striking long silver hair.
If I remember correctly, this girl's name is Juliet. She's also the girl who got her first kill in the game. Seeing her in real life is truly breaking the fourth wall.
Ma Jie walked toward the dance floor with great interest and leaned against the metal railing to watch quietly.
Generally speaking, each dancer's performance process and time are the same. They first dance for a while on the innermost stage, and facing the stage is a long, finger-shaped dance floor, which allows guests to enjoy the performance up close.
Of course, there is another way to play: throw coins into the dance floor, which is called tipping, in order to satisfy vanity and attract the attention of the dancers.
However, very few customers do this. With that kind of spare money, they'd rather go dance behind the curtain or book a private room and have a drink with a dancer.
But Ma Jie is prepared to pay the price for his passion; when it comes to pilgrimage, if you're going to do it, do it thoroughly.
With a swift movement, a $10 bill was tossed into the dance floor without even a sound.
But Juliet, who was dancing, had eyes in all directions and immediately spotted the top-ranked guy. She nimbly leaped into the dance floor, moving seamlessly as she danced.
Meanwhile, Boss Ma continued his money-throwing spree, tossing in seventy or eighty dollars in one go. Every time he threw in money, Juliet would cooperate by speeding up the process.
After throwing over a hundred knives, the other person finally walked up to him with cat-like steps. He was quite skilled, grabbing the steel pipe in front of him and hanging upside down, then doing a split in mid-air.
Seeing this, Ma Jie simply threw out all the loose change in his hand. Although this behavior seemed foolish to outsiders, he was at least very satisfied.
Seeing so many tips, Juliet excitedly jumped off the steel pipe, spread her legs and knelt in front of Ma Jieke. While swaying her hips to the beat of the drum, she rubbed the money on the ground and threw it down her hair and chest, her eyes already drooling over him.
After all, I've become numb to those overweight older men every day, so the sudden appearance of such a handsome young man with a mature demeanor and wealth is truly refreshing.
Seeing her frantically giving him hints, Ma Jieke just smiled nonchalantly, turned around and left the dance floor with a flourish.
After all, games are games, and reality is reality. Just enjoy the spectacle. It's best to keep your distance from strippers who frequently engage in friendly matches with strange men. Don't have any improper thoughts. If you get caught up in something, it's no joke. There are countless cases of people in the United States falling into poverty due to illness.
"Jack, are you burning money?" Seeing the good-for-nothing return, Jimmy sat in his seat with a mocking look on his face: "I bet you could spend the same amount of money and date any girl in our camp, why waste it on something like this?"
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you." Ma Jie was too lazy to argue with him and continued drinking his beer.
In this kid's mind, spending money must be exchanged for tangible goods. Watching movies, attending performances, or tipping streamers are all considered idiotic. It's as if the concept of emotional value has been completely erased from his dictionary.
"Hey guys, are you just going to sit here like this?" Trevor, who came out from behind the curtain with the dancer, looked at them smugly. "Coming to a place like this and not finding a girl to dance with is no different from going to a football match and not swearing."
"If you're referring to those flashy, cheap women warming up the dance floor, then I'd rather sit here and drink my sorrows away." Ma Jie pointed to the sultry dancers walking past him: "I bet this lady is at least 40 years old, old enough to be Jimmy's aunt. And you're telling me I have to pay $50 to put up with her body odor and perfume and let her rub against me a few times? Sorry, she should be paying me."
"Haha, you've got a sharp tongue, kid, but my opinion is different from yours." Trevor stated his understanding without any pretense: "Remember this, kid, in my eyes, there are only two kinds of women: those who are womanly and those who aren't. If a woman isn't womanly, even an 18-year-old won't interest me. If she is womanly, let alone a 40-year-old..."
I'd be ready to kiss her even at 60. My biggest dream is to have sex with Madonna.
"Pfft..." Ma Jie and Jimmy couldn't help but spit out their drinks. Sixty years old? That's already menopause, bro. You really aren't picky about food.
"What are you laughing at? I'm telling the truth." Trevor took a sip of whiskey, his breath reeking of alcohol. "How about this, I'll take care of things today and show you the new way to have fun at the Vanilla Club. You just need to relax and enjoy yourself without worrying about your wallet getting empty."
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers at a waiter not far away, who came running over with a beaming smile: "Mr. Trevor, what can I do for you?"
Goodness, you're calling me by my first name now? Do you consider this place your home? You must be a very familiar guest to be remembered by someone.
"These two young guys of mine are here for the first time. They want to see a solo show behind the curtain, but they don't like the older, fat women in the place," Trevor said, generously pulling out $20 from his pocket and holding it between his fingers. "Go backstage and call two hot babes for me, preferably young girls without any body odor. Here's your tip."
The waiter's eyes lit up when he saw the $20. He grabbed it, stuffed it into his shirt pocket, and turned to walk towards the dressing room backstage.