Chapter 82 Rich Woman Happy Show
Today is our second day at the Manzi Club. On our first day, a veteran employee gave Zhong Mengfan and me a one-on-one tutorial to familiarize us with the club's work environment. The second day marked the official start of our stage performances.
There was still some time before the first show began. Zhong Mengfan and I were both wearing tight, low-rise jeans. He sat in a chair, then stood up and began pacing the dressing room, looking nervous.
"Relax a little," I said.
"How can I relax at this time?" He shouted to me in a deliberately low voice, not wanting to attract the attention of other male dancers in the dressing room.
"Didn't you say you've never held a girl's hand? You can hold hands many times tonight." I joked.
Zhong Mengfan obviously didn't like this joke. He said with a bitter face, "Most of the people who come here to spend money on male sex are older, wealthy women.
I've seen the drink menu in the store, and it's not cheap at all."
The senior employee next to him also interjected at this time, "Newcomer, don't underestimate the earning power and spending power of girls nowadays."
He stood in front of the mirror, fixing his hair with hair wax, and gave a wicked smile, "Besides, some of our programs here are a bit too exciting for the elderly." This sentence was obviously another critical hit.
Zhong Mengfan swallowed his saliva and was unable to respond.
I picked up the baby oil on the table and handed it to Zhong Mengfan. "Here."
"what"
The veteran employee spoke up again, "Newbie, didn't we tell you during training that you should put baby oil on your skin before performing?"
A short day's work experience may have been too exhausting for Zhong Mengfan and destroyed his pure heart. He obviously had forgotten what was mentioned in the training.
"Ah," Zhong Mengfan said, looking at the baby oil on his hands with a look of rejection. "This stuff is greasy and a bit sticky. It will be very uncomfortable if I apply it on my body."
After styling her hair, the senior employee patiently explained, "This must be applied to your body. Baby oil can make our muscles look more shiny, especially under the stage lights. It will be more handsome if it shimmers."
“…Is that so?” Zhong Mengfan frowned with a look of disgust, as if he didn’t want to make himself more dazzling and handsome on the stage.
The old employee remained silent as he continued to explain another crucial function of baby oil: "The most important thing is that after applying it on our bodies, the guests in the front row will be unable to reach out and touch us because their hands will be slippery and difficult to grasp."
He emphasized, "Not just the exposed skin, but also the triangle area of the lower body. This is to protect your penis!"
You know, many women who love beauty have a habit of getting manicures. Sometimes they don't do it intentionally; it's just that our performance is so good, they're caught up in the atmosphere on stage, and after drinking alcohol, they get a little too high. "Plus, the dim lighting around the stage makes it inevitable that they'll be a little more daring than usual."
Critical Hit X2
I:……
Zhong Mengfan: ...
He is an enthusiastic and good colleague, but after listening to his introduction, I couldn't be happy at all.
Zhong Mengfan silently opened the baby oil, squeezed the bottle hard, and poured a large amount into his palm.
"Let me apply it on your back," I said.
"Yeah." He nodded.
After I finished applying the cream on Zhong Mengfan's back, someone called me by the pseudonym I'm using here: "Xia Tian."
"I am here."
"There's a guy who was supposed to perform a solo dance at halftime, but he can't come tonight due to something urgent. You can take his place." Today's foreman said to me.
I immediately thought that although I was also sacrificing male beauty on stage, standing in the middle of the stage to perform the sword dance seemed to be safer than being a warm-up dancer on the outermost edge, and I didn’t have to worry about my triangle area all the time when I was on stage.
So I immediately replied, “Okay.”
"We have matching stage costumes. Go change in the dressing room."
I nodded.
"Xia, Xia Tian..." Zhong Mengfan raised his hand weakly towards me, as if he really didn't want me to leave the lounge and leave him alone.
"Apply it properly." That was all I could tell him at this point. Leaving behind me a somewhat heartless figure, I walked towards the locker room.
I slowly emerged from the dressing room, my upper body still exposed. My so-called stage costume was just a pair of men's culottes in an antique style. Except for the key areas, which were made of opaque fabric, the rest of the culottes were made of transparent white gauze.
This is a piece of clothing that is much more revealing than the low-waisted jeans just now, which makes people feel unhappy.
"Wow, these pants are even more awkward than jeans." Zhong Mengfan said without showing any emotion.
"Yes, if you perform in the middle of the stage, you don't have to worry about having tips stuffed into your underwear." I said lightly.
Zhong Mengfan: ...
At this time, the enthusiastic colleague leaned over again and said, "You will fascinate the female guests in the audience like this."
I casually asked, "Are the second and third floors also places for watching performances?"
He replied, "The second floor has various private rooms. Some guests prefer a more private environment. If they like a performance and want to see it again, they'll pay extra to have the dancers who just performed on the main stage perform for them individually. The second floor is for regulars, and it's a VIP environment."
I asked again, "Are all the VIPs using the private rooms on the second floor female guests?"
He was silent for a moment.
"Yeah," I raised my hand, gently pressed it on his shoulder, and praised him, "Your abdominal muscles are well-trained." Through voice, I activated my abilities.
"Oh, that's the mermaid line I got from hiring a body sculpting trainer! I've been taking protein powder for months to achieve it." He naturally continued, answering my question, "Most of the guests who book private rooms are women, but there are occasionally men."
Hearing his answer, Zhong Mengfan uttered a surprised single sound "Ah"
He immediately explained, "Ah, don't worry, don't worry. We only provide performance services in the private rooms. No matter whether male or female guests, they will not do anything too excessive in the private rooms. Besides, they are all very generous."
Indeed, the main purpose of being a dancer here is to make money, and usually no one can resist money.
Zhong Mengfan asked, "Isn't the gate only for welcoming female guests?"
"Then where do we dancers come in? There are other passages here specifically for welcoming VIP guests."
"What about the third floor?"
"The third floor... You are still new here, so you don't need to worry about the situation there." He spoke vaguely. It was obvious that he knew something, but didn't want to explain it to me in detail.
I looked him straight in the eyes and whispered, "I'm just curious."
After a moment, he replied expressionlessly, "We have prepared some rooms upstairs for guests who feel tired during the show to rest."
"All shows last less than 4 hours from start to finish. Are guests alone when they are resting in their rooms?"
"No, someone will be with them."
"who"
"It's someone who works exclusively on the third floor."
"Are there any demi-humans?"
"Yes, some customers are obsessed with Furui, and some customers like people with special facial features."
"Do you know the demi-humans working on the third floor? Do you know their names?"
"I don't know them. They are different from the dancers here. The boss forbids them from interacting with each other. And everyone who works here uses a pseudonym."
I patted his shoulder again, releasing him from the forced hypnosis, and used my calming power. "Thank you for satisfying my curiosity. You're such a caring colleague. To be honest, I just got here and I don't understand anything yet."
He smiled. "You're welcome, handsome."
When this enthusiastic colleague walked towards the locker room, Zhong Mengfan immediately asked me, "Should we go to the third floor to take a look?"
"The show is about to start, it's too late. Let's wait until the performance unit we are responsible for is over, and then find a chance to quietly go to the third floor."
"Okay. Um..."
"Any other questions?"
"Why? He answered all your questions honestly, even though he's a stranger whose name you don't even know."
"I used my ability on him."
"Doesn't hypnosis require specific environments and conditions?"
I glanced at Zhong Mengfan calmly. Sometimes, he was unexpectedly sharp. It should be said that he occasionally had some sixth sense like a small animal.
"Ordinary people have a weak resistance to supernatural hypnosis. He is naturally talkative and can't hide any secrets. This is also a suitable environment for hypnotic suggestion."
"Oh." Zhong Mengfan nodded to show that he understood.
Well, of course, just like small animals, they are easy to deceive.
An announcement was made in the backstage lounge, notifying all dancers to prepare to go on stage in order.
"Xiao Meng, tonight is your first time on stage, so be careful." The foreman specifically called out to Zhong Mengfan.
"I see." Zhong Mengfan turned to look at me and said, "Then I'll go first."
I nodded, "See you later."
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-v- I feel like I'm a pure love warrior now. This article is so pure~
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