Chapter 43 Is the addiction that strong?
"Jiajia? It's your turn again. Get up quickly."
Sister Jasmine pushed in four thin, tube-shaped wine cups, each about the height of a little finger.
The drinks were colorful, shimmering in the lamplight with a light that could make Cheng Jia dizzy.
“…No,” Cheng Jia’s stomach was swollen from being forced to drink so much, and his stomach was churning violently. He had to induce vomiting. He leaned closer to the old hag, “Sister, let’s stop here for today. I still have work to do…”
"Sit down!" Sister Jasmine forcefully pressed the person down.
His hand moved from Cheng Jia's neck down to his chest.
Her fingernails teased and scratched Cheng Jia's abs, making him beam with joy.
"I finally got my hands on him. Here's 20,000 yuan. Come upstairs with me and I'll give you another 30,000. Jiajia, from now on you'll be with me. You can name any amount you want, okay?"
"If you behave, your sister will only take care of you."
"......"
Cheng Jia was so drunk that he could see blurry images.
The music in the private room was so loud that it was impossible to hear what Sister Jasmine was saying.
He struggled to break free from the perfume-scented embrace and sat up, supporting himself with a cushion: "...I, I'm going to the restroom."
"I'll help you," Sister Jasmine said, afraid that her prize would slip away, and stood up to support Cheng Jia. "Slow down, come on, oh dear, where are you putting your hand..."
"?"
How could Cheng Jia possibly touch it!
He was so drunk that she grabbed his arm and put her arm around his shoulder.
My dangling fingers accidentally brushed against my bra.
She's so old that her chest has sunken.
But with that little rub, Sister Jasmine opened her arms and quickly pulled Cheng Jia into her embrace, face to face. Cheng Jia's head drooped, and all her weight was on her sister.
He was just dizzy at the moment, but he was conscious.
The male models on the sofa had also drunk quite a bit and were sitting there playing cards, smoking, and chatting about their recent performance and strange customers.
Of course, they wouldn't care who the rich woman was hugging.
In these situations, frankly speaking, you can hug anyone as long as you get paid.
In just half a minute, Cheng Jia had several lipstick marks on his cheeks and shirt collar. He felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but raise his hand to push the person in front of him, not even caring about his benefactor.
But I was so drunk that I had no strength in my limbs.
That old hag, Sister Jasmine, exercises regularly, so she pinned him against the wall and touched him!
Cheng Jia's abs were pinched and squeezed several times.
The manicure poked me so hard.
Outside the door, the bartender named Stone peeked inside, confirmed that Manager Cheng was drunk, and waved behind him without hesitation.
Three or four young waiters rushed in right after.
"...Oh, our Jiajia smells so good! Here's some money for you, how much do you want? Do you want it?" Sister Jasmine was measuring Cheng Jia's abs with her fingers.
She stood on tiptoe, wanting to kiss Cheng Jia's face a few more times.
But Cheng Jia was tall and very good at hiding, so he missed kissing her several times.
She coaxed the drunk man, "Come on, let's go upstairs, my sweet Jia, you're the most obedient one."
"Come on, I'll definitely treat you well."
"Jiajia, you and—hey!" The person Jasmine was hugging was suddenly pulled away. She was stunned. "What are you doing?"
Shi Tou waved for the other waiters to quickly carry Cheng Jia out.
He stayed behind to explain, first bowing slightly: "Excuse me, ma'am! Our boss is having a meeting with Manager Cheng. Your drinks have been arranged. Have a good time!"
"Stop! Leave him here..." Sister Jasmine chased after him.
Stone blocked the door to the private room and explained with a smile, "Madam, the male model you called is sitting inside. Please drink with them first, and Manager Cheng will apologize to you after his meeting."
"...When will he come back?" Sister Jasmine persisted.
I finally got the chance to get him drunk.
It hasn't been brought upstairs yet.
Stone: "Who knows? Who would dare to rush the boss during a meeting?"
"I am a distinguished guest here!"
Stone: "You can't tell me that. I'm just a cup washer."
"Where is your boss? I want to talk to him. I've bought Cheng Jia's time tonight."
Shi Tou shrugged: "Manager Cheng doesn't handle the drinking service business, so it's not going to sell. Please come in, ma'am. Have a good time."
"......"
"......"
So, Jasmine's flight was wasted again.
In the end, she took the two male models upstairs, intending to make do with them tonight.
Her face was full of resentment, but there was nothing she could do.
We'll have to find another opportunity.
Come again next time!
*
Behind a hidden door at the end of the corridor, in a private room with three nines.
The chess and card area is decorated in a German style, with a deep red velvet carpet covering the entire area, a dark brown stilted coffee table, and several understated black leather sofas next to it.
Shi Qingci and Zhou Minghe each sat on a sofa.
Under the dangling legs of the coffee table beside them, Cheng Jia sat wearily, her cheeks flushed.
He bent one leg, his breathing still uneven.
One wrist rested on her knee, the back of her hand still wet with water droplets, which gathered from her fingertips and dripped down, her fingers long and slender.
Twenty thousand yuan in cash was scattered carelessly on the carpet.
The old hag had unbuttoned three or four buttons on his shirt, almost down to his chest.
Half of his chest was exposed to the air.
Red marks were faintly visible on his abs, whether from pinching or sucking, the marks were ambiguous and added to his drunken appearance.
There were lipstick stains on her clothes, but not as many as on her cheeks.
I just went to the bathroom and threw up violently.
Even after washing my face, lipstick is hard to remove.
In short—
It's so pornographic it's unbearable to watch.
It's obvious that she's been abused.
He sat on the carpet to rest, his mind sluggish.
I haven't come to my senses yet.
"Ouch," Zhou Minghe leaned over to look at the person sitting awkwardly on the ground at his feet, laughed and teased Cheng Jia, "My top courtesan has finally gone into prostitution? Who did she get?"
Supervisor Lao Zhao corrected from the side: "It's the ace, boss."
That's not the top-tier prostitute; this isn't a brothel.
“I know, who is it?” Zhou Minghe asked.
Cheng Jia is an artist who doesn't sell her body.
Old Zhao said, "The rich, blonde woman from the port area recharged her card for 200,000 yuan in February. You asked about her when you looked at the report. It was her."
That girl had a really fun time.
The guest rooms I stayed in were always in a mess.
Old Zhao still remembers how the cleaning staff would curse every time the wax dripped onto the floor.
But the rich woman left a lot of tips.
They are extremely generous.
“Oh, that,” Zhou Minghe vaguely remembered, and nudged Cheng Jia’s side with his leg, “Tsk tsk, such dedication is touching, no wonder you’re the top salesperson, I’ll give you an award at the end of the year… Hey! Did you take your pants off?”
"!"
Old Zhao took a deep breath and glanced at the person next to him.
Thinking to myself, "This VIP is still here; you're being too blunt."
However, since we're all men, there's no need to be too reserved.
Old Zhao shook his head: "He didn't take his clothes off. Before he got drunk, Manager Cheng instructed Shi Tou to keep an eye on him and drag him out if anything went wrong. Shi Tou is fast."
Cheng Jia, still shaken, said in a hoarse voice, "The private room was too dark, and Shi Tou came in late. Damn it, I almost got burned inside."
According to the plan, the old hag should have helped him up.
Stone would have to rush in and drag him away.
Two minutes late.
"Not bad, you're clever, I'm not worried," Zhou Minghe said with a grin, seemingly just enjoying the show, then suddenly remembered the bet. "But it looks like he can't play pool anymore, Mr. Shi..."
He turned to talk to the person next to him.
Just look to the side—
Mr. Shi's face was gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on Cheng Jia.
They've clearly been staring at it for a long time.
And I'm very unhappy about it.
Zhou Minghe was stunned: "What, you really want to play ball?"
His face darkened when he heard he couldn't play ball.
Is the addiction that strong?
"......"
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