pjbooks Chapter 183 I'm here to spend money, what are you doing here?
Chapter 183 I'm here to spend money, what are you doing here?
Chapter 183 I'm here to spend money, what are you doing here?
Seeing that Trevor was going to treat him, MaJack naturally wouldn't refuse, and skillfully led Jimmy to the far left of the hall.
There is a row of single rooms along the wall, specially set out to provide services for guests, but they are not private rooms in the traditional sense. Only a half-length gauze curtain hangs on the door, and you can see the lower half of the dancers and guests standing outside the door.
If a guest orders a curtain dance, a nearby bodyguard will come over and stand guard outside the door.
Firstly, it's to intimidate consumers. Don't think that just because you've paid money, you can touch the dancers at the club inappropriately. Simple groping is fine, but you can't touch their private parts. If you anger the dancers who provide you with services, then the next person to provide you with services will be the burly black man outside the door.
Secondly, it serves as a counter. If a guest isn't satisfied, they can choose to dance another song, which will require an extra fee. Anyway, a dance costs $50. As long as you're willing to pay, the dancer can keep dancing. But don't try to cheat. For example, if you've danced three songs but only want to pay for two, the bodyguard will step in and teach you math in his own way.
In short, as long as you follow the rules, you are the most honored guest; if you don't, I'm sorry, you'll be relegated to a private room on the curb.
After forcibly pushing Jimmy into a single room, MaJack chose to sit next to him.
The interior space is only slightly larger than a single public toilet stall. A long red soft chair is fixed against the wall, which is more comfortable than the seats in the lobby, but visually it feels very oppressive.
After all, this small room was partitioned off with wooden boards, and the soft chairs were only long enough for two people to sit side by side. There was also a curtain in front of them without a door, so they could clearly see the bodyguards standing outside.
People get very uncomfortable staying in such a cramped and narrow space for a long time. I don't know what the club owner was thinking. To save space, they created so many curtained rooms, but most of them are unused and no customers come. They should have expanded the space and improved the experience first.
However, Ma Jie felt quite good while waiting for the dancer to arrive. This was because of the anticipation. Before seeing the real person, you can imagine what she looks like and what her figure is like. This is why in some types of art films, the female lead is more alluring when she doesn't show her face.
About two or three minutes later, the sound of high heels clicking on the floor came from afar. Before the other person even entered, Ma Jieke smelled a faint perfume scent, which was much more pleasant than the previous dancers.
That's a great deal, at least it proves that the other person doesn't have body odor and doesn't need to use excessive perfume to cover up their own odor.
The next second, a voluptuous woman in pink lifted the curtain and walked in, looking just like a girl from an anime world.
She wore a pair of pink diamond high heels with exaggeratedly long heels, one white leg was covered with printed black stockings, and the other leg was bare. Above that was a pink leather skirt and a camisole covered with small diamonds. Her white, lotus-root-like arms were covered with hollowed-out pink arm sleeves.
Most importantly, she's wearing a pink wig, which, combined with her AI-generated delicate face, gives her a cyberpunk vibe.
But when their eyes met, the dancer was so startled that she covered her mouth with her hand: "Brother Jack... how could it be you?"
Ma Jie was also startled, because the dancer was none other than the Gypsy girl who performed on the streets of the poor.
"Mia?" After saying the other person's name, he immediately made a shushing gesture, but Mia did not react, so he quickly got up and covered her mouth with his hand to signal her not to speak anymore.
"Sir, is there anything you're not satisfied with?" Upon seeing Jack Ma emerge from behind the curtain before the service even began, the waiter responsible for selecting girls from backstage quickly ran over to explain, "This girl is on her first day of work and it's her first time serving a customer alone. She's not very skilled yet, so we hope you can be understanding."
"No, you've got it wrong, buddy. This is practically my dream girl." Ma Jieke feigned a wicked grin. "Get me a private room."
"Yes, sir, I'll arrange it right away. The room fee is $300 USD, limited to 20 minutes, and a complimentary bottle of champagne will be provided."
The waiter, who had initially thought he had caused trouble, suddenly beamed with joy. According to the rules of the establishment, newcomers were not allowed to dance behind the curtain, but since he had received a tip from Trevor, he had no choice but to make an exception.
"No problem." Ma Jie handed him the credit card directly. It was specifically for spending and could be swiped directly on a POS machine without needing a payment password.
This is unimaginable at the University of Tokyo. Without a password, how can a card be considered secure?
But that's exactly what credit card issuers in the United States do, because according to the Honesty and Credit Act, if a credit card is stolen, the cardholder's liability is capped at $50.
What does this mean? No matter how much money you lose, you only need to bear the loss of $50.
But in the eyes of capital, even $50 is superfluous.
Almost all banks offer "zero liability policies" that are more favorable than the law.
As long as the cardholder reports the fraudulent transaction in a timely manner, and the investigation confirms that it was not the cardholder's doing, the bank or merchant will ultimately bear all the losses, and the user will not need to pay any fees.
Against this backdrop, consumers' need for passwords is no longer so urgent.
Of course, you can set your own password if you want, but the default is no password when the card is issued.
To put it bluntly, all of this is a carefully crafted consumer trap set by credit card companies and merchants, which encourages people to spend more by enhancing convenience and efficiency.
Because no password is required, consumers do not experience the "pain" of paying, making them more willing to spend money.
Handing your credit card directly to the clerk, without having to go to the counter to pay, also seems more sophisticated and provides emotional value.
This kind of design has spread to every corner of America's various industries, all with the sole purpose of making you spend more money and overdraft money that doesn't belong to you.
This is one of the reasons for the increasing number of homeless people on the streets. Because of the stimulation of consumption, people have almost zero ability to resist risks. Even a minor illness or disaster, or unemployment or personal accident, can easily lead to bankruptcy and damage to credit, thus causing a chain reaction and gradually making them homeless.
"Pinkie, what are you standing there for? Go and prepare the champagne for the guests." The waiter returned the credit card to Ma Jack with utmost respect after swiping it, and shouted at Mia, who was standing there dumbfounded.
The latter then realized that she was being called, and walked towards the bar with a blank look on her face. The bartender had already prepared the champagne, and all she had to do was smile and deliver it to the private room.
I glanced at the curtained room next door and saw that Jimmy was already pinned down by the dancer, his legs stretched straight like a mummy. He looked very nervous, but this was a necessary step in growing up.
"Sir, this way please." The waiter gestured for him to enter, and Ma Jieke followed him toward the private room area.
Compared to the cramped single-person curtained room, the private room looks much more spacious. It not only has soft sofas and carpets, but also a separate coffee table and lighting system. The walls are no longer wooden but padded, and there is a door, but like the curtained room, it is not completely closed. There is a transparent round glass with a diameter of 20 centimeters on the door, which allows the bodyguards to peek out from the outside from time to time.
There's no other way; the safety of the club's dancers is more important than the privacy rights of its customers.
After all, this is in the United States, and in an entertainment venue like this, it's common for customers to have disputes with dancers. The most common thing is that drunk people try to forcibly molest or have sex with the dancers. If they can't see what's going on inside, the club will be in a very passive position.
There was a time when a psychopathic customer, enraged, slashed a stripper's face with a knife. For the club owner, this was like a bolt from the blue.
Because being a stripper is a legally permitted profession, if someone is disfigured while working for you, you will face serious legal repercussions and financial claims, often starting at millions.
However, business owners have become smarter now and no longer sign labor contracts with professional dancers. Instead, they cooperate with them through independent contractors.
Each stripper can be considered an independent contractor.
That means I'm only responsible for providing the venue, and you're not my employee; we're just business partners.
How does the collaboration work? If you want to perform here, you have to pay me a performance fee before you can perform on stage.
Of course, this fee is only nominal, and is usually just a symbolic charge of one dollar.
Your main income will be tips. Customers will give you tips when they ask you to dance behind the curtain, and throwing money into the dance floor is also considered a tip. After the performance, the club will give you a share according to a certain percentage, and your cooperation with the club for today will be over. You can come whenever you want tomorrow, or you don't have to come if you don't want to. You are very free.
At the same time, because you are not a club employee, you do not receive a minimum hourly wage or overtime pay.
There is no insurance, no paid leave, and no possibility of regular performance opportunities.
Because the club only collaborates with popular dancers, if you experience several days of silence, sorry, the collaboration ends there.
Even though the club has avoided taking responsibility for the incident, it will still prioritize safety, as violence can affect the mood of other guests.
Imagine you go to a restaurant and the customers next to you start arguing and fighting. Would you still want to go there next time?
Soon, the door to the private room was pushed open, and Mia walked in carrying a tray and champagne, still dressed in the same sexy lady outfit.
However, upon seeing Jack Ma sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, her exotic-looking face flushed red, and she awkwardly covered her exposed stomach and belly button with her hands: "Brother Jack... what are you doing here?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
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