Chapter 3 Twists and Turns

Noticing the odd look in my eyes as I gazed at her, Jessie immediately clarified, “Don’t get the wrong idea, Hudson. It’s not me, but someone else.” “Huh? Someone else? Who is it?” Taken aback, my fiery gaze gradually cooled. “You don’t need to know who it is. As long as you serve her well, I’ll pay you another 100,000. What do you say?” Jessie asked as she stared into my eyes. “Well…” I didn’t answer her immediately since it was glaringly obvious that I’d have to be willing to do this considering her negotiating tone as she spoke to me. In this case, I’ve got room to bargain with her! After living with Jessie for more than two months, I’d always harbored a wish—to bed her once; even once would be more than enough. Every time I saw her black thongs and silk stockings hanging in the bathroom when I took a shower, I always snagged them and fantasized about her. Today, she seems to be asking me for a favor. While we’d long since agreed upon this matter, and she’d even given me 100,000, she appears extremely solemn and even a touch nervous. What does this mean? It means that the person she wants me to serve is extremely important to her! “You can be upfront with any requests you have,” Jessie urged anxiously when she saw me hesitating. “Can you tell me the age of the woman you want me to serve? I’ll be frank with you here. I won’t agree if she’s over 50 years old. This is just a verbal agreement between the two of us, so I can return you the money and break the agreement anytime.” I’m only 26 years old, so I don’t want to bed an old woman who’s half-decade old. Besides, it’s my first time. “She’s in her 40s, but she’s definitely not over 50 years old. I can promise you this. Furthermore, she has an elegant aura and outstanding looks besides maintaining her youth so well that she appears to be around 35 years old.” Jessie instantly described the other party’s appearance. There was only one meaning she was trying to convey—I wouldn’t be on the losing end. “I see.” Again, I hesitated and said nothing for a long time. She’s an old hand in officialdom, so she can definitely tell that I still have additional requests when I feign hesitation. Sure enough, she inquired after some time, “What other condition do you have besides money? Spit it out!” “Er… Er…” I stammered. “Cut to the chase!” Jessie demanded. “Sleep with me once,” I blurted hastily. After saying that, I ducked my head, only daring to surreptitiously peek at her out of the corner of my eye. “Huh?” Jessie was visibly startled. Subsequently, she guffawed and questioned, “You want to bed me?” “Yup!” Nodding, I swept my gaze up and down her thighs, her black lace panties vaguely visible. “Ha ha… I’ve got no interest in men, so ask for something else.” Chortling, Jessie easily resolved this issue. I curled my lips and snorted lightly to express my disgruntlement. At the same time, I groused inwardly, You’ve got no interest in men? Who are you trying to dupe? Did you think I’m unaware that you’re sleeping with Jackson every day? Humph! “You don’t believe me? I’ll be frank with you, then. If I weren’t a civil servant, I wouldn’t have arranged this fake marriage with you because I like… women!” Jessie announced. “Women?” Stunned, my head snapped up, and I stared at her. “Yup!” She nodded. Honestly speaking, I didn’t believe that at all. Why are you putting on a show here? It’s not like I’ve never seen your coquettish expression when you have sex with Jackson, yet you’re pretending to be a lesbian in front of me! “Ask for something else. How about this? When you’ve done this for me, I’ll have a C-List female celebrity accompany you abroad for a week.” Jessie proposed this tempting promise. “A C-List female celebrity? Who is it?” Even C-List celebrities on television are unattainable figures to a loser like me. Never had I expected that she could get someone like that to accompany me for a week. “She has starred in a few idol dramas, but she’s not very renowned. However, she’s definitely a beauty besides being skilled in bed, so she’ll certainly bring you to heaven. Well, that’s decided, then.” Jessie domineeringly waved a hand and settled the matter in the end, giving me no opportunity to counter. Three days later, she took me for a beauty treatment besides ordering me another suit and buying me three shirts as well as two dozen of underwear and socks respectively. Besides, she hired a professional hairstylist to style my hair and employed someone to teach me aristocratic manners for an hour a day. When she came home after work every day, she even helped me practice winning a woman’s favor imperceptibly. “Be subtle. Do you understand me? You’ll be a bootlicker if you’re too direct, thus invite disdain. However, you’ll be too pretentious if you’re overly aloof. Therefore, you’ve got to be subtle in pleasing someone without arousing contempt. This is the ultimate skill in flattering a woman,” Jessie declared. I nodded blankly. Actually, I didn’t know a thing about women since I’d had contact with few women. However, Jessie taught me little by little without showing the slightest bit of impatience and even had me regard her as a woman who needed to be flattered, so I’d talk to her, and she’d point out the flaws in my words. Throughout this period, she’d bring me along if there was any socializing to be done so that I got to see more of the world and be exposed to big shots. This was to expand my horizons and simultaneously train my courage so that I wouldn’t be so nervous when I met the woman that I couldn’t even utter a complete sentence. I gladly accepted all these arrangements since I knew that it all benefitted me absolutely, from learning aristocratic manners to winning a woman’s favor and even attending huge events to expand my horizons. After all, they comprehensively improved my comportment and bearing. However, I simply couldn’t accept the fact that Jessie actually hired a gigolo to teach me how to please a woman in bed. And I couldn’t refuse to learn because she’d even supervise at the side during the lesson. A month and a half passed, and I felt as though I was an entirely different person. On this particular afternoon, I received a call from Jessie who told me to wait for her at the entrance of Shangri-La Hotel at 10:00 at night. She even instructed me to wear the suit she’d ordered for me especially for tonight besides putting on new underwear and socks, to which I acquiesced. At 10:00 at night, I stood before the entrance of Shangri-La Hotel in an extremely well-fitting black suit. Very much punctual, Jessie stepped out of her car in a women’s suit and high heels. Then, she took me to the elevator, and we went to the 13th floor. Before entering Room 1301, she again reminded me, saying, “Hudson, you must serve her well. As long as you accomplish this, I guarantee that you’ll never again worry about money.” I swung my gaze at her, only to notice that she appeared a tad nervous. After living with her for a few months, this is the first time I ever realized that nervousness is a trait she shares with the rest of the human race. So, the guest in Room 1301 is evidently important to her. At this thought, I was gripped by the urge to ask something else of her. I wonder if she’ll agree to my request. “Er… can we renegotiate about the C-List female celebrity?” I hazarded. “B-List. I’ll find you a B-List female celebrity. That’s the best I can do, and I’ll even promise that it’s someone you see on television often. My position isn’t high enough to secure an A-List female celebrity,” Jessie blurted before I’d even finished speaking. She’s always this domineering every single time when that’s not what I wanted to say at all! “Can you allow me to finish my utterance?” “Fine. Spit it out quickly!” Jessie spurred. “I don’t want any C-List or B-List female celebrities. Rather, get me into a government department. I don’t mind even if it’s a lowly grunt position, but it must be an official civil servant status. Can you do it?” I asked. After having accompanied her to various government banquets, I’d gained much experience and also understood a principle—having power meant having money and subsequently, women. I can’t be relying on her for the rest of my life, so finding a secure job is most crucial! Jessie deliberated for a long while before she finally nodded. However, she had a condition, too—I must please this woman tonight, or else everything was non-negotiable. “Okay!” I nodded. Inhaling deeply to calm myself, I then inclined my head at her a fraction, signaling her to knock on the door. Knock, knock… Jessie rapped on the door lightly. As the knock sounded, I started growing anxious. Don’t be afraid or anxious. It’s just a woman, I tried my best to reassure myself inwardly though it wasn’t all that effective. “Who’s there?” A woman’s elegant voice drifted out of the room. “Miss Young, it’s me, Jessie.” Despite the door acting as a barrier, I noticed that Jessie remained all smiles throughout it all. “Oh, it’s you, Jessie? Come on in.” Jessie slowly pushed open the door and led me into the room. After a month and a half’s training, I had improved quite a bit; my footsteps were fairly steady when I entered the room, and I wasn’t keeping my head lowered as was my habit but gazing into the room calmly. This was the best room in Shangri-La Hotel; it was a suite with a living room outside. I then saw a woman in a dark nightgown sitting on the sofa, drinking red wine with a man in his 50s. F*ck me! What’s the situation here? Did Jessie make a mistake? I wondered inwardly upon seeing this scene before me, my expression startled. Subsequently, I turned and glanced at Jessie beside me, only to notice that she was likewise stunned. However, she instantly composed herself. She’s indeed a veteran in officialdom! “You’re here as well, Secretary Zampell?” Jessie’s voice rang out. Seizing this opportunity, I cast my gaze at the woman in the silk nightgown. She’s very fair and beautiful, but the wrinkles scattered all over her face are noticeable since she’s without makeup. Nonetheless, she’s very elegant. She must have been a stunning beauty during her younger days, and she’s probably the embodiment of a MILF. “You’re here with your husband, Jessie?” the middle-aged man remarked with a chuckle even as he studied me with an imposing look in his eyes. It wasn’t unusual for us to visit together since we were married though it was rather late at night. Nevertheless, Jessie promptly resolved the problem and introduced me to them. She asked me to address the elegant middle-aged woman as Miss Young before merely introducing the man in his 50s as Secretary Zampell, so I had no idea what kind of secretary he was. After chatting for about 15 minutes, Jessie stood up and left with me. The moment she stepped into the elevator, she stomped her foot hard. “I’ll get you back for this, Zampell!” she snarled. I had no idea what tonight’s incident had to do with Secretary Zampell, but it seemed as though it was something between them in officialdom, so I selectively pretended as though I heard nothing and let matters rest as though they didn’t concern me. Truthfully, I’d never expected such a result after having been tortured mentally for more than a month and finally persuaded myself to serve this woman whom Jessie claimed could pave the way for her future. In reality, all my grievances disappeared when I saw Miss Young. As Jessie said, it was no loss to me to have relations with such an elegant and aristocratic woman. She was just like a rose that had blossomed fully and emanated a sweet fragrance from the very core, but alas, I hadn’t such luck tonight. As we left Shangri-La Hotel, I slipped into Jessie’s Volkswagen Passat. On our way home, I mustered my courage and suggested, “Jessie, why don’t we try it tonight?” “I’ve got no interest in men. Even if I do, I wouldn’t be interested in you, so stop pestering me,” Jessie barked at me impatiently. Upon hearing this, a sense of sorrow flooded me even as understanding dawned in concert. To her, I’m probably just something she bought, so she doesn’t even regard me as a man.