Chapter 10 Chance Encounter

After the prostitute in the denim skirt expressed her gratitude, I offered her my advice while glancing at her. “You’re welcome. By the way, I think you should drink less if you are a lightweight. Your physical health affects your overall quality of life, so you’ll be in big trouble if your health deteriorates. After all, you can always earn more money in the future even if you don’t feel like you have enough now.” The woman smiled wistfully while saying, “You don’t know about it since you’re new here, but you’ll understand in the future. I appreciate your kindness, but I have to leave now, or else my customer might file a complaint.” “Don’t drink too much!” I repeated myself without even knowing why I did so. “Thank you. My name is Madison, but everybody calls me Maddy.” Upon hearing my reminder while she was leaving, she turned back to smile daintily at me. “My name is Hudson Webb. I was hired just today.” The sight of her smile stunned me, and I found myself entranced by her beauty. “Hudson Webb... Okay, I’ll make sure to remember you.” With that, Maddy turned on her heels. By the end of my first day at work, the total of the tips that I got amounted to a hundred and twenty. When I arrived at my home in Rose Community at two o’clock in the morning, I noticed that the lights in the living room were still on, and Jessie had fallen asleep on the sofa with the TV still switched on. Was she waiting for me? I thought to myself upon seeing Jessie on the sofa. Instinctively, I tiptoed toward her to put a blanket over her. However, her eyes shot open as soon as I did so, which resulted in both of us shrieking simultaneously. “Aaaahh!” “Argh!” Both of us were frightened by each other’s screams. “What are you planning to do?” Jessie asked while staring at me in astonishment. “I figured I should put a blanket on you since you’re asleep. Wouldn’t want you catching a cold.” I showed her the blanket that I was holding as I replied to her. Apparently disinclined to believe me, she examined me dubiously before checking if her pajamas were still intact. After confirming that I didn’t actually touch her, she finally relaxed. “Don’t you ever come near me when I am asleep. Do you hear me?” With a pout on my face, I didn’t reply to her, but I complained mentally, I was just trying to be nice, you ingrate! “How are things on your end?” Jessie asked. “It’s alright!” I proceeded to fill her in on the application process during the day, as well as my time while working my first shift earlier. “I’ll have to be promoted to an S-class attendant if I want to get my hands on Fatty’s secrets. According to what the other employees told me, it’s a lost cause if I am not promoted within three years. Another thing is that I will be dismissed as soon as I reach thirty.” After some thought, Jessie came to a decision. “If that’s the case, I think you should give up on it.” “I want to keep on working there though. What if I do get to be promoted to S-class?” I told her that despite knowing that chances were slim that I might ever be able to get such a promotion. The main reason I wanted to stay was because money came easy while working as an attendant in Dreamscape Clubhouse. Since I had nothing better to do at home anyway, I figured I should spend my time earning my wages. “Suit yourself!” After staring at me for a few seconds, she relented before returning to her bedroom while yawning. Staring at her dainty figure, I asked, “Do you want me to sleep with you tonight?” “You can come at me all you want if you don’t mind having you d*ck cut off. This time, it won’t be as simple as getting tased,” Jessie replied without even looking back. After taking a shower, I lingered by the door to her room for a long while before deciding that I lacked the courage to actually enter her room, as I do not wish to be castrated. Seeing that she owned a taser, she might very well be armed with other sorts of weaponry. Besides, a lot of courage was required to force myself on someone, which was mostly spent during last night’s attempt, so I could no longer muster up the courage to repeat my actions. “Hmph, just you wait. You’re mine sooner or later!” I mumbled before retiring to my own room. Half a month passed by in a flash since I started working at Dreamscape Clubhouse. I had started to get accustomed to the working environment there. Owing to its membership system, the customers who visited the clubhouse were all of higher status, with those who had access to the fourth floor mostly being company managers. On the other hand, there was once I got tipped a record amount of three hundred within a single day, which was exhilarating. One day, I was standing at the entrance of the restroom in boredom. As there weren’t a lot of customers, this meant that I didn’t have much to do. Therefore, I was about to go back into the restroom to scroll on my phone; the corridors were equipped with CCTVs, so if I was caught scrolling on my phone, a hundred would be deducted from my pay during the first offense. Should I get caught for a second offense, five hundred would be deducted, and I would have my full salary deducted if I was caught a third time. However, Faye’s voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie. “Hudson Webb, please come to the seventh floor immediately.” Her request caught me off guard, so I tried to get a double confirmation on the walkie-talkie. “Miss Faye, are you calling for me?” “Yes, you! Virgin boy!” As soon as I heard her calling me that, my face turned scarlet. F*ck! Everybody has a walkie-talkie with them, so they must’ve heard that nickname! Sure enough, a few strangers’ voices came through later on. “Holy sh*t! I never knew that we have a virgin boy among us! Who is it?” “I don’t know!” “Miss Faye, who is the virgin? Don’t keep him to yourself! Count me in!” A girl’s coquettish voice came through. Shoot! Now everybody knows me! I cursed inwardly. However, I knew that unless I was planning on quitting, I should not let my rage show, as I knew Faye was one of the people that Fatty trusted the most. Therefore, I went to the lounge straight from the elevator after getting onto the seventh floor, where approximately twenty or so gigolos and prostitutes were gathered. “What’s the matter, Miss Faye?” I asked. “Hudson, I need a hand here. An important client of ours will be bringing her friend to the clubhouse. She had specifically requested at least ten gigolos above the height of 180cm. She is adamant about the proceedings of the reception, so we need you to fill in the number.” Faye was still searching for suitable candidates when she explained the situation to me. While we did have gigolos above the height of 180cm, it was hard to find more than ten of them on such short notice. “Miss Faye, might the customers pick me?” I was feeling a little concerned. “Probably not. I’ll arrange it so that the gigolos are standing in the front, while the male attendants will be standing behind them. Besides, you’ll all be wearing masks, so you can just pick out one that looks ugly,” Faye told me. “Okay!” I nodded. After some time, Faye managed to gather a total of twelve people, with seven of them being gigolos who were above 1.8 meters, and another five were attendants, including me. “She’s an important client. She requested that you all wear masks to add to the mystery and thrill, so you need to pick out a mask for yourself. The seven of you who are gigolos should make sure that you pick ones that are more seductive.” With that, she shoved a pile of masks in front of us, from which I picked out one in the likeness of a clown, thinking that nobody would pick someone who was wearing such a comical mask. In a while, the twelve of us left the lounge to head to one of the larger private rooms with Faye taking the lead. Meanwhile, I was still feeling a bit uneasy about the whole arrangement, as I was worried that I might be chosen. From the looks of it, I might be fired on the spot if I turned down the client’s request. I might even receive a beating if things got blown out of proportion, since I was certain that the clubhouse had kept some hired thugs for that purpose. With those thoughts in my mind, I hung my head low while walking at the end of the line. Up until I entered the room, I was still very nervous. All of a sudden, I heard a familiar voice which prompted me to raise my head, only to be left feeling dumbfounded as soon as I took in the client’s appearance. H-How is this possible? Am I dreaming? By the next instant, I pinched myself on the thigh to ascertain that I wasn’t dreaming, and the ensuing pain indicated that I was indeed wide awake. Sitting in the room were two women, one of whom I recognized as Jessie’s mother, as well as my mother-in-law by name. She was wearing a plain-colored dress, black stockings, and some makeup. Coupled by the fact that she had been taking good care of her skin, she looked to be just around forty years old.