Chapter 11 Inner Turmoil

• I was utterly dumbfounded as soon as I saw Jessie’s mother at the clubhouse. Gaping at her, I wondered, H-How could this be possible? Jessie’s mother is a professor in Jacinth University. She’s a refined person, so how could she come have fun at a place like this?
• Perhaps I had been staring at her for too long, for Jessie’s mother, Jasmine Lawson seemed to have sensed it, and she lifted her head to glance at me. In response, I quickly lowered my head while my heart pounded in my chest. All the while, my heartrate quickened, and I could feel as if my heart was about to leap out of my chest. Fortunately, I was wearing a mask, or else we were bound to feel extremely awkward for bumping into each other at a clubhouse.
• Hanging my head low, I tucked myself at the back while praying that neither woman would pick me. Sure enough, the woman who came with Jasmine chose a real gigolo. Then, I heard her say, “Jasmine, you should also choose one. We can also have them take off their masks so that we can compare who between the two of us has better taste.”
• A moment later, I heard Jasmine say, “I-I think I’ll pass.”
• “Jasmine, just let loose since we’re already here.”
• “T-Then… I’ll choose the one behind with the clown mask.” Perhaps due to anxiety, Jasmine was stuttering for a bit. It might be her first time visiting a place like this—hold on... Did she just pick the one with the clown mask? Wait, what?! Was she referring to me?! By the next instant, my head shot up as soon as I realized what was going on, which caused me to end up locking eyes with her.
• Jesus f*cking Christ, are you kidding me? Am I going to lose my virginity to Jessie’s mother when I have yet to even have sex with my wife, Jessie? Totally overwhelmed by the turn of events, I was not only bewildered, but also trembling in horror. “Miss Faye!” I called out to Faye sneakily, hoping that she would help me get out of it.
• With a nod, Faye suggested to Jasmine with a smile, “The ones on the hind row are all newbies, so they are less experienced. Thus, I would suggest that you choose someone on the front row.”
• “It’s fine. I’ll go with the one with the clown mask.” Jasmine rejected Faye’s suggestion immediately.
• “Alright!” We were to obey our clients at all times, so Faye could only back down upon noticing how adamant Jasmine was. After signaling me, Faye pulled me to the front row while whispering into my ear, “Hudson, help me out here. As long as you entertain this client, I’ll give you a handsome bonus. Also, I’ll make sure to promote you to A-class after three months.”
• Although the plan was to decline the offer even if I had to take the risk of losing the job, I didn’t know why I nodded in agreement. After giving her a nod, my face heated up while my heart palpitated. Fortunately, I had my mask on, or I would’ve already made a fool out of myself.
• After some time, Faye led the other men out of the room. As soon as the door swung shut, a shiver went down my spine, but I didn’t know if I was feeling excited, nervous, or fearful of the expectations of what was to come. Meanwhile, I noticed that the other gigolo had sat down beside the other woman like it was the most natural thing in the world. As the seasoned veteran that he was, he poured her some wine while joking with her, which seemed to amuse her greatly. After glancing at Jasmine, I sat down beside her reluctantly.
• “Jasmine, why don’t we have them take off their masks to compare their looks?”
• Before Jasmine could say anything, I spoke up in a hurry. “I’m a newbie, so I’m feeling rather nervous about this. Can I keep my mask on?”
• “Oh, then let’s just let them keep it on,” Jasmine said.
• I didn’t expect her to side with me, so I wondered if she recognized me. That can’t be! I’ve only ever met her on a few occasions after marrying Jessie. Besides, I now have a temperament that’s totally different from the one that I used to have. Coupled with the mask I’m wearing, she shouldn’t be able to recognize me. Yeah, that must be the case. She would’ve switched me for someone else if she had known. It must be because she’s nervous since it’s her first time visiting a clubhouse.
• Meanwhile, the other gigolo did well to entertain Jasmine’s companion. In fact, they already had their hands on each other’s crotch. In a short while, they left for the room adjacent to ours. The woman even looked back to tell Jasmine, “We’re here for some fun. Just let loose, Jasmine!”
• “Okay!” I saw Jasmine nodding with an uneasy look on her face.
• After they left for some time, a woman’s moans could be heard from the adjacent room; anyone would know what they were doing there without the need to ask about it. On the other hand, Jasmine seemed to have gotten bolder, either because we were the only ones left in the room, or because the sounds from the adjacent room were arousing. She inched closer to me while moving my hand onto her lap. The sensation of her thigh underneath those black stockings on my palms was so tantalizing that I nearly lost control of myself, but in the end, I managed to suppress my urges.
• “Why don’t you pour me some wine?” she asked.
• “Okay,” I replied before reaching for the bottle to pour her some wine. In the meantime, I noticed that she touched me. After a few minutes, we entered a smaller room, but I decided to uphold my standards by taking my mask off.
• “Argh! It’s you!” Jasmine cried out in surprise as soon as I took off my mask.
• “I’ll be leaving first.” I got out of the room with my head hung low.
• After that, Jasmine came out fully dressed before walking up to me to give me a loud slap on the face while swearing, “You animal!”
• Upon being slapped by her, I covered my face with one hand while mentally cursing, F*ck! Not only did your daughter slap me, but you’re also slapping me when you’re the one who came to have fun at such a place despite your age! Bloody hell! I am working as a regular attendant, and the only reason that I am present is to fill in the number! Why are you blaming it on me when you’re the one who f*cking picked me?
• However, I said nothing despite the rage bubbling within me. All I did was remind her, “Jasmine, why are you here?”
• As soon as she heard me, she blushed, which was perhaps due to recollections of our intimate moment while in bed earlier. To be honest, I didn’t expect a demure woman like her to be so wild—or rather, needy—in bed. I suppose it must be because she has been widowed for such a long time, I thought to myself.
• Then, she gave me another loud slap on my face, which infuriated me. I was but a poor country boy who had nothing to lose, while she, on the contrary, was a professor in Jacinth University. Although I thought of threatening her, for she was ultimately embarrassing herself by doing so, I eventually decided against it since she was Jessie’s mother after all.
• “Not a word to be said regarding what happened today,” she warned me.
• “Sure,” I answered.
• “Do you hear me?” She sounded rather harsh. Her overbearing attitude irked me, especially when I recalled how eager she had been to have me f*ck her back when we were in bed.
• “I am working as an attendant here, and I was only there to fill in the number. I am doing a regular job here.” Therefore, I chose to change the topic in order to remind her that I was working an honest job, whereas she was the one who came to have fun.
• “You—” She pointed at me with a finger while her face contorted with anger.
• At that moment, the other woman came out with the gigolo in her arms. “What’s the matter, Jasmine? Did you enjoy it?”
• “Yeah, it was alright. Let’s go,” Jasmine answered.
• “Why are you in such a hurry? Do you want to switch partners?”
• “I’ll pass. I’ve got other things to do, so let’s go.” With that, Jasmine dragged the woman away, not forgetting to give me a warning glare before leaving the room, which I understood as a warning for me to keep what happened a secret.
• I was ready to leave after she left, but before I could, the gigolo fished out a stack of cash from his pockets while saying, “These old women sure are filthy rich.” Those must be the tips that the woman gave him. “Hey, the woman you f*cked with seemed much more classy. How much did she give you?”
• “None!” I replied before hurrying out of the room, leaving the man’s incessant chatter behind me.
• Instead of returning to the lounge on the seventh floor, I returned to the fourth floor with the elevator after reporting back to Faye on the walkie-talkie to resume my duties of cleaning the restrooms. However, my mind was filled with recollections of the moments when I was in bed with Jasmine. It was such a close call; if I hadn’t regained control at the last moment, I might have already f*cked her good. The more I thought about it, the more my desires burned. Oh, how I wish I could have a taste of a woman’s body!
• When it was time for me to leave work, Faye came to me to tuck a fully-stuffed envelope into my hands. “Miss Faye, what—”
• “You did a great job. The client was satisfied,” she replied.
• “Satisfied?” For a moment, I was caught off guard by her statement, but I quickly regained my composure when I realized Jasmine might have said so to cover up for herself.
• “Hold on to this. Work hard, and I might promote you to A-class in the future when there is a chance.” After giving me a pat on the shoulder, she left.
• Bloody hell! Didn’t she tell me she would promote me to A-class after three months? Why is it now that I have finished my job, she changed her tune? Women sure aren’t trustworthy! I mentally complained. Nonetheless, I quickly opened the envelope to find that it contained a total of ten thousand. F*ck. Ah well, at least I get a bonus out of this. Otherwise, it would’ve just been a waste of my time!