Chapter 9 Job Application

• After hanging up, I was still feeling slightly disconcerted about the whole thing. Should I go home for now? Perhaps I should show up at Avenue Bar tonight. After making sure that Fatty doesn’t recognize me, I’ll come again tomorrow to apply for the job.
• Immediately after that, I realized Jessie would be humiliating and mocking me if I went back just like that. Upon picturing the look of disdain on her face while deriding me as a useless wimp, I decided against following my earlier thoughts and braced myself while walking upstairs by the next instant.
• After all, having a woman with overwhelming beauty belittling me as a useless wimp felt extremely humiliating. Although people tended to stand up for the woman they loved, all I could feel at this moment was that I would be making a huge sacrifice. Upon arriving at the third floor, I found myself in front of an office that had a sign hung on it that read ‘Hiring’. The door wasn’t locked, so I entered after gently knocking on the door. “Hello, I’m here to apply for the position as an attendant,” I said.
• “Come in!” Two women were chatting in the office with their heads huddled together, and they only separated themselves when I entered the office. Upon checking on both women, I surmised that one of them was over thirty years old, whereas the other might only be over twenty. Both of them were in revealing clothing; the younger woman was wearing a camisole and a miniskirt, whereas the older woman was in a tight black dress that reached just below her butt, which showed off her exquisite curves.
• When I was checking them out, they were examining me as well. After a while, the older woman spoke. “Handsome, an attendant is a low-paying and tiring job. Don’t you want to earn more?” she asked.
• “Of course I want to earn more!” I acted according to my nature by putting on a slightly dumb expression.
• “We're also hiring gigolos. Will you be interested in the position? Judging from your physical conditions, you can start working after a little bit of training,” the older woman told me.
• “A-A gigolo?” My face heated up as I was overcome with embarrassment. As a matter of fact, my reaction was partly an act, but it was also partly the result of my innate personality. In essence, I was an introverted and humble person, so despite the six-month training, I would still find myself behaving rather prudishly in the presence of outsiders. It was only when I was with people that I was close with that I would open up more, or even get to show off my more humorous side.
• “Tee-hee! You didn’t hit me as someone so conservative!” the older woman exclaimed.
• “We’re living in the modern age when you can easily find someone to have a one-night-stand with on social media! You’re so outdated!” The other woman had a dig at me.
• Wearing a sheepish smile, I only spoke after both of them were done speaking. “I think I’ll prefer to work as an attendant.”
• However, both women seemed persistent as they began taking turns persuading me. For an instant, I got the impression that I was indeed a handsome man. Unfortunately, I was adamant on my decision to work as an attendant no matter what they said.
• Eventually deciding to give up, the younger woman told the older woman, “Miss Faye, let’s stop. He really doesn’t want to work as a gigolo.”
• Faye—the older woman—stared at me for some time before abruptly leaning closer to me. “Handsome boy, I need a guy with a more reserved personality to work for me, so why don’t you consider my offer?” With that, she brushed her hand across my thigh unabashedly. As soon as she did so, a blush broke out on my face while I hung my head low to avoid eye contact with her.
• “Oh? Hahaha! Surely not… You’re still a virgin?” Faye’s chuckle could be heard in my ears.
• “A virgin? No way! Do they even exist in this age? Let me see... Wow, he really got hard from that touch! Hahaha, he really is a virgin! Just look at the blush on his face!” The younger woman’s voice rang in the office as well.
• I would f*cking bury myself under the sand if I could. After a while, I said amidst their laughter, “I came to apply for a job as an attendant, not to listen to your mockeries. Yeah, I’m a virgin, but so what? This means I treasure myself!”
• “Of course it’s a good thing! Handsome boy, why don’t you come home with me tonight?” Faye asked as soon as she stopped laughing.
• “Why should I go home with you?” I asked, not quite understanding the situation.
• “So that you attain your full manhood. Not only will I help you bloom into yourself, I can even pay a handsome amount to a handsome young man like you. Tee-hee.” Faye chuckled merrily once again.
• “Miss Faye, don’t be greedy. Let’s share! Handsome boy, you’re getting a great deal here. Both Faye and I will be entertaining you tonight.” With a look of delight, the younger woman studied me as if I were a rare animal.
• To be honest, I was tempted to agree to their deal for a threesome, especially when both of them were so gorgeous. Although neither were comparable to Jessie, both of them were elegant and much prettier than Jean. They should also be experienced in bed, so agreeing to the deal would not only mean that I could get rid of my virginity, but I would be having the best time of my life.
• Fortunately, I was determined enough to turn down their offer. In a serious manner, I replied, “I came to apply for the position as an attendant. If you’re going to keep on teasing me, I’m leaving.”
• “Boooring!” Upon hearing my words, the younger woman ignored me after rolling her eyes.
• On the other hand, Faye reverted to her work mode. “Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Even though you refuse to work as a gigolo, you still qualify to work as an attendant with your looks and temperament. Fill in this form. Our attendants will have a day off every week, and will receive a monthly salary of two thousand. Other than that, you can keep the tips that you receive from our customers.”
• After explaining to me my job scope, shifts and salary, Faye had me fill in a form. She also took two photos of me using a digital camera to be used for my work permit. After that, I was officially an attendant employed by Dreamscape Clubhouse.
• Just when I was about to leave, Faye called out to me. Due to a shortage of manpower, she told me to familiarize myself with the environment in the afternoon so that I could start working that night. Then, she had a young man named Craig Morrison show me around. We spent half an hour touring the clubhouse before Craig returned to the lounge for a game of cards, while I followed him around, not daring to wander off alone.
• Through Craig’s introduction, I gained a basic understanding of the clubhouse’s structure. The nine-story building was divided into three classes. The three lowermost floors were offices and dorm rooms, and the fourth to sixth floors were open to B-class members. The seventh and eight floors were exclusive to the A-class members, whereas the ninth floor, which was also the uppermost floor, was reserved solely for S-class members. These members consisted of the most prestigious people in Jacinth City, so normal people wouldn’t even be granted entrance. According to rumors, the place was almost as luxurious as the ancient palaces.
• The gigolos and prostitutes who worked in the different classes received different treatment, and the same applied to the attendants. Those who worked on the ninth floor’s S-class membership area have a base salary of ten thousand. I was stunned by the fact that a lowly attendant could get paid that much, but Craig told me that it was nothing compared to the tips they received every month.
• Later on, I asked how much could the S-class prostitutes and gigolos earn every month. Shaking his head, Craig admitted that he had no idea, as all he knew was that those who worked in the B-class could earn at least fifty thousand a month.
• As soon as I heard that, I was stupefied. Upon doing some calculations, I realized that the daily cash flow of the clubhouse would amount to millions, and a month’s worth of cash flow might very well amount to a hundred million. The place was totally a haven of debauchery that the poor could never afford.
• Due to the fact that I was new, I was of course assigned as a B-class attendant. According to what Craig told me, promotions to A-class would be based on performance as well as Faye’s assessment. For one to be promoted to S-class, one would have to gain the boss’ approval.
• After spending an afternoon learning more about the place, I came to the conclusion that both Jessie and I had underestimated the job; only S-class attendants were able to get their hands on top secrets regarding the clubhouse. With my position as a B-class attendant, I couldn’t even set foot on the seventh floor, let alone the ninth floor.
• Upon reaching that point, I was ready to run away, but I still decided to stay upon second thought. After all, earning a monthly salary of two thousand was better than spending my time at home doing nothing. Then, I collected three sets of uniforms from Faye, who demanded that they had to be kept clean and neat at all times.
• That night, I put on the uniform, officially starting to work as an attendant. Seeing that I was a newbie, I was assigned to clean the restroom on the fourth floor. The restroom should be hygienic, so I had to make sure that there were no water puddles, pungent smells, and leftover excrements in the restroom. I was in charge of both the male and female restrooms on the fourth floor. While I was fine with cleaning the male restroom, it was a little awkward for me to clean the female restroom.
• Initially, I assumed that it would require a lot of hard work, so I was mentally cursing at Craig and the rest for bullying me. However, after spending an hour in the restroom, I noticed that not a lot of people visited the fourth floor, let alone use the restroom. Even if they did use it, they had good etiquette, so there wasn’t much that I needed to do.
• Moreover, I even received a three-figure tip when I handed someone a paper towel to dry their hands. Before I could hide my astonishment, the customer had tucked the bill into my hands before turning to leave.
• F*ck, isn’t this a bit too easy? I blinked before staring at the bill in my hand; it felt unreal. I bet those f*ckers are filthy rich to be able to tip me so generously! However, just when I thought the day would end on such a note, a B-class prostitute entered the restroom at around eleven o’clock. Seemingly in a drunken state, she vomited on the floor as soon as she entered the restroom, which brought a frown on my face while I mentally chided, Don’t drink so much if you can’t handle it! Save me some trouble!
• Nonetheless, upon noticing that she seemed to feel uncomfortable, for she had collapsed on the ground, I helped her up. Then, I patted her on the back before handing her some tissue papers. After that, I poured some warm water in the lounge for her so that she could sip on it while getting some rest in the restroom. When she finally recovered from her nausea, I sprang into action to swiftly clean up the vomit on the floor, as my salary would be deducted if some customer filed a complaint.
• “Hey, are you a newbie? Thanks for your help.” When she was feeling better, she thanked me. Lifting my head to look at her, I realized then that with her huge eyes, almond-shaped face, white shoes and denim skirt with straps, she looked like an innocent university student, so I had no idea why she would have any business working as a prostitute.