I gently pushed open the door of the bar and stepped into this slightly dimly lit space. I found a secluded corner and sat down, then ordered a glass of red wine. The waiter sized me up a few times but didn't say much. Although I'm only 16 years old, I haven't seen any law that clearly prohibits minors from entering a bar. It's not like an internet café where you have to register with an ID card, and it seems that not many internet cafes strictly enforce that rule in daily life anyway. Moreover, if a person is between 16 and 18 years old and uses their own labor income as the main source of livelihood, they are legally regarded as a person with full capacity for civil conduct. The lighting in the bar was soft and dim, as if creating an ambiguous protective cover for those men and women with special feelings in their hearts.
I slowly scanned the surroundings. Not far away, there were several pairs of men and women sitting opposite each other, chatting and laughing merrily. Just from their appearance, it was really difficult to detect anything unusual. After all, on the surface, this was just a normally operating bar and didn't openly claim to be a "haven for gigolos". Naturally, there would be tourists who didn't know the truth coming in for a short rest. In fact, the storefront on the first floor was just a cover. The real "gigolo club" was located upstairs. Beside the staircase stood an exquisitely made wooden signboard, on which it clearly read "Successful Ladies Club", and there was a line of small characters below: This club implements a membership system and is only open to members and successful ladies. Single men are not allowed to enter.
Just a moment ago, a couple tried to go upstairs, probably thinking that it would be quieter upstairs, but they were politely refused by the security guard. There were also two girls walking towards the stairs. Seeing that they were female, the security guard thought they were customers and didn't stop them. Soon, I saw these two girls running down with red faces and laughing. They sat at the table next to mine. One of the girls said coquettishly, "You didn't even take a good look before rushing upstairs so recklessly. Now we're really being laughed at." The other girl retorted, "You're blaming me? Just now, that man asked you if you wanted the service, and you just blurted out 'of course'. " "I, I didn't know it was that kind of place. I came to the bar to consume, and it's normal to ask for service, right? Who would have thought it was that kind of service?" "So, do you really want that kind of service or not?" "You're so bad! You're the one who wants it. Is it because your boyfriend is on a business trip that you dragged me here for fun? And we're still not leaving. Do you really want to take one back with you?" "Bah! You're the one looking for fun. I'm just curious and want to see what kind of women would come to a place like this."
Indeed, there were quite a few women who came here in search of pleasure. However, to the great surprise of both those two girls and me, there were also a considerable number of young and beautiful women among them. It wasn't as we had previously imagined that they were all plump and wealthy middle-aged women. The two girls were greatly astonished. Why would women with such outstanding conditions come here to look for gigolos? The two of them continued chatting and laughing merrily. When they casually noticed that I was looking at them from time to time, their faces immediately flushed. After giving me a quick glance, they left with smiles.
Thankfully, they didn't mistake me for a gigolo. But upon hearing their words just now, I still couldn't help blushing. Just then, a woman slowly rose from another corner of the bar and walked gracefully towards me. She softly asked if I could keep her company and have a drink together. I pretended to be calm and put on an air of nonchalance. At first, I thought she was a prostitute. Although the upstairs area was a place specifically for women to have fun with men, it didn't mean that women downstairs couldn't engage in transactions with men. She was dressed in a very fashionable way. She wore a long black silk dress, matched with a black silk scarf. On her feet were a pair of black high-heeled sandals. Her thick, jet-black hair was coiled up on top of her head. Her oval face had a touch of makeup. Her nose was straight and shapely, and her eyes were bright and full of spirit. Her ample breasts were prominently raised, and a deep cleavage was formed under the wrapping of her clothes. She exuded an elegant and intellectual charm, making people feel a sense of awe and not daring to look at her directly. I secretly thought to myself that with the changes of the times, even prostitutes were different from before. Shanghai was truly a special place. Presumably, the most top-notch prostitutes across the country had gathered here.
When she noticed that I didn't have a cigarette, she took one out herself, picked up the lighter on the table and lit it. She gracefully held the cigarette between her slender middle finger and index finger, took a gentle puff, and then slowly blew out smoke rings. The curling smoke billowed around her, blurring her face. I saw her fair fingers glistening with an alluring sheen in the dimly lit bar and immediately realized that she had nail polish on. Then, I couldn't help but wonder if she had also painted her toenails. Such delicate little embellishments added a touch of sexy charm to her noble aura. Sitting opposite her, my thoughts began to wander uncontrollably. In my mind, I pictured how she might look when she couldn't resist it if I were to kiss her fingernails and toenails. As I was lost in such daydreams, a hint of dazed luster involuntarily showed in my eyes, and my face turned slightly red due to the rush of blood. The smoke gathered and dispersed in front of her face. She drooped her eyelids slightly and casually glanced at me from time to time. Her seemingly nonchalant demeanor made my heart race involuntarily. I cursed inwardly, damn it. I came here hoping to be a gigolo, but instead of becoming one, a prostitute approached me first. However, seeing her noble appearance, a ripple of emotion stirred in my heart. I've been toyed with by women all these years. If I had the chance to toy with a prostitute, it seemed like it might be quite an experience.
I waited quietly for her to speak. In my understanding, a prostitute should not only have a sexy appearance but also possess enough intelligence and be good at making people happy. After all, this was the first time I was truly trying to be a gigolo, and it was also the first time in my life that I had encountered a prostitute who initiated a conversation with me. For a moment, I was at a loss and didn't know where to start. Yet, she just sat there quietly with a somewhat melancholy look, showing no sign of wanting to talk. I couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't been doing well recently and was even planning to take advantage of someone like me, who seemed so naive and inexperienced. Finally, she looked at me and asked, "How old are you? Why aren't you studying hard at home but here drinking?" Humph, it would have been better if she hadn't spoken. As soon as she opened her mouth, she asked about my age. Was she afraid that I was too young and not good enough in that regard? I replied sullenly, "What does age matter? The key is that my 'little brother' is big enough." When she heard this, she looked at me in surprise, seemingly not expecting me to be so vulgar right off the bat. Then she smiled softly and said, "It seems you have a lot of confidence in your 'little brother'. So, how many girls have you 'bullied'?" She took a small sip of red wine and then continued, "You're not a native of Shanghai, are you? School hasn't finished its vacation yet. Why did you come to Shanghai?" I answered truthfully, "I'm a third-year junior high school student. I just finished the senior high school entrance examination and came to Shanghai to have a few days' fun. I also want to find a part-time job by the way."
While we were talking, another woman walked upstairs. She was a plump middle-aged woman decked out in jewelry, and her face was so big that it was even larger than my buttocks. I silently mocked in my heart, sighing. I wonder which unfortunate gigolo will catch her eye. If he's pinned down by her, he'll probably end up breaking several ribs even if he doesn't lose his life. At this moment, the woman sitting opposite me reminded me, "Do you know what kind of place this is? Staring at people so intently like this, they'll misunderstand. This isn't a place where you can work part-time." I responded with disdain, "Isn't this a place where men and women conduct business? Don't think that just because I'm young I don't know anything. With my skills, if I were to work here, I'd be unbeatable." "Oh, I didn't expect that for someone as young as you, you have so many ideas. Have you watched too many pornographic videos and read too many erotic novels? You've only met a few women, and yet you dare to brag like this. In less than three days, you'll be dead, and you might even end up as a dried-up corpse." "I'm a genius teenager, really something." "Is that so? Are you a genius in your studies or in other aspects?" I thought to myself, is she starting to flirt with me? So I played along and said, "I'm a genius in all aspects. Do you want to give it a try yourself?" Just as I was speaking, a young married woman left the entrance with a gigolo. The young married woman was quite good-looking and had a slender figure, but compared to the woman opposite me, she was still a bit less attractive. I muttered to myself, damn it. Why hasn't anyone come to me? I'm eagerly waiting for my first customer. It must be this woman opposite me who's ruining my chances. When others see us sitting across from each other, who would come over? The woman opposite me seemed a bit displeased when she saw me constantly staring at other women and said, "You'd better think this through. I'm a very demanding examiner. Just talking won't cut it. You have to show some real performance." I was astonished. Are prostitutes in Shanghai all this haughty? Do they really have to assess the sexual prowess of their clients? Shouldn't they charge by the number of times? Wouldn't they be able to take on more business if the sessions were shorter? I asked in confusion, "Do you charge by the hour or by the number of times? I can actually go on until dawn in one go." "Are you serious? Do you really have that kind of ability?" She looked at me, only 16 years old, with a look of disbelief. Humph, I'll definitely show her what I'm made of later. She'll surely be begging for mercy then.
It seems that you won't believe me unless I show you my prowess. How much do you charge per night? US dollars or RMB? I don't have US dollars. Don't try to rip me off. I'm still a student. You have to give me a discount. "You're paying?" She looked at me with a surprised and amused expression. "What? Don't you have to pay for sleeping with women in Shanghai?" I retorted in feigned surprise, but inside I was thinking, damn it, as if I can't afford it. However, I really don't know the going rate. With her such an elegant look, the price must be high. I wonder if the money in my pocket can cover it. "Giggle, giggle, you're really interesting," she said, unable to hold back her laughter. "Let's go then." I replied without hesitation, "OK." We walked out of the bar together. To my surprise, she walked towards a BMW. Seeing my shocked expression, she smiled lightly, "What? Have you never seen a woman driving a car?" Damn it, this is obviously no ordinary prostitute, but a high-class one. I've heard that some prostitutes in Shanghai specialize in foreign-related business. They only accept foreign currency, live in villas, and drive luxury cars. Their income is much higher than that of white-collar workers in companies. Could it be that this woman is bored today and wants to try something different, taste this "tender grass" like me? I couldn't help but feel a little scared. This kind of high-class prostitute usually deals with foreigners. I hope she doesn't have any venereal diseases, some kind of "sexually transmitted disease exported and then resold domestically". Seeing my hesitant expression, she smiled and said, "What? Are you worried about not having enough money? Don't worry. Sister likes you and won't bankrupt you." Damn it, this is looking down on me! In a huff, I got into the car and said, "I'm telling you first, don't try to overcharge me."
The car slowly drove through the dimly lit streets. As she drove, she occasionally flicked the hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. After a long silence, I couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?" She turned to look at me and retorted, "Where would you like to go?" I stammered for a moment and said, "I don't know." After all, this was my first time hiring a prostitute, and I was at a loss. She chuckled lightly and said, "Then I'll make the arrangements. Don't worry, I won't sell you." I replied, "OK." Shanghai is indeed a huge city. It took nearly an hour for the car to reach where she lived. Along the way, there were constant red lights and heavy traffic congestion. Eventually, I completely lost my sense of direction and only felt that we were heading westward in the urban area. Although the car drove for almost an hour, the actual distance traveled was not far. Most of the time was spent in traffic jams. It seemed that she must have made a fortune over the years. The house she lived in was located on a high floor in the city center, with four bedrooms and two living rooms, covering an area of over 100 square meters. A house like this would cost at least over a million yuan, and I imagined the property fees alone must be a considerable expense. I never thought that being a prostitute could reach such an extent. This is really a "promising" profession.
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