The Royal Nightclub is located on the southern road of the National Olympic Sports Center, housed in a standalone building. It encompasses a bathhouse, gym, KTV, disco, and bar, stretching over a dozen stories high. Upon entering the lobby, it feels as though you’re stepping into a palace, with female attendants on both sides donning Qing Dynasty-style court cheongsams, each looking like a model—radiant and sweet-voiced, both coy and saccharine.
"Enter the palace, and you become the Emperor."
Yusuf Zuck and Jerome Hart were like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, led by Samuel Ross into the bath area and straight into the private room they had requested.
"It’s your first time here, isn’t it? So, I’m taking charge of the whole process, okay?" Samuel Ross, clad in a bathrobe and slippers, appeared relaxed and at ease. Although he wasn’t a regular here, he knew his way around quite well.
"This room is for the boss; Wen Shuai and I will go to a separate room to change clothes, then come out for a bath and a steam, maybe cupping, massage, and so on."
"Then let’s not waste any words, let’s go change." Jerome Hart laughed and cursed, heading straight out.
Yusuf Zuck also stripped down cleanly and then donned a bathrobe before heading out.
The trio went to the bath area together, with Samuel Ross calling the shots the whole time—scrubbing with salt, steaming in the sauna, and after returning to the private room, taking turns getting their feet massaged, having a pedicure, and cupping.
Of course, the pedicurist and cupping master were quite professional, expert technicians in their own right. After the foot session, Yusuf’s door was knocked on, and a young waiter led in a line of girls, each over 1.7 meters tall.
Samuel Ross was serious and didn’t hold back, summoning all the ’available’ ’massage therapists’ at once.
"Whoever is skilled at massage, come forward. I don’t want any ’special services.’ I’m just tired today and want to relax my muscles!" Yusuf Zuck lay calmly on the bed, eyeing the group of girls. Although he was there, he had no intention of actually having a threesome. How could he, when he has two exceptionally beautiful girlfriends that he hasn’t even attended to? Besides, these girls really couldn’t compare to Miles O’Brien and Ember Vance, not in the same league at all.
None of the girls replied, and a few even rolled their eyes at him. If you’re not here for hookers, then why did you call us over? If you want a massage, go find a blind person!
"Sir, just pick one. They are all good, I guarantee your satisfaction!" the waiter said with a grin.
"Yeah, boss, go for a full package, and after that, I promise you’ll sleep well!" one of the girls said with a smile.
"Alright, I’ll take you. Everyone else can leave." Yusuf Zuck didn’t bother choosing and picked her directly.
The others then left in succession, and once they were gone, the girl bolted the door.
"Just massage my back, skip everything else. But don’t worry about the money; I’ll pay whatever is due. After you’ve massaged me for an hour, take another hour to rest, and then you can leave. I’ll pay you as if you worked for two hours!" Yusuf Zuck wasn’t short on cash. Although he wasn’t interested in the service, he had to pay—after all, it’s not easy for those working in this line.
"Boss, that’s too kind of you." The girl, seemingly no more than twenty years old, sprayed in perfume so strong that it was almost suffocating. However, many rough men actually preferred this overpowering scent, finding it exciting.
Yusuf Zuck glanced at her, then pulled out two thousand from his clothes pocket and handed it to her. "Massage me until I fall asleep, then just sit around for an hour before leaving." Having said that, he turned and lay face down on the bed.
He was truly uninterested, especially after smelling the overpowering perfume; he felt entirely numb.
Having spent time in the world, he knew that most women working as prostitutes were likely to be sick—mildly with gynecological issues, or severely with fungal infections, trichomoniasis, lice, and the like.
These days, except in some remote mountain areas, it’s rare for anyone to have lice. Yet many prostitutes have them, and these lice aren’t like the ones of the past—they’re nearly impossible to eradicate. Yusuf had even heard of women whose hair was full of these creatures, crawling everywhere!
No matter how polished they looked on the outside, they were indeed filthy.
Having her massage his back was already the limit of his tolerance.
Sex workers actually preferred customers like Yusuf Zuck, who were not stingy with money and didn’t bother them much, so of course they were willing, and thus the girl vigorously kneaded away, also chatting up Yusuf Zuck with various questions.
In fact, many of these women liked to hook a sucker—a man who wasn’t short on cash and could fall for them. Then the man would either visit them frequently or opt to support them with a hefty sum. There were plenty of such cases.
Some big shots in society just liked doing this.
Yusuf Zuck had known a barber buddy back in his hometown; that guy cut hair in a bath center and had a wife and child at home in the countryside. Eventually, the guy hooked up with a sex worker. She played the girlfriend role, and that man spent all his earnings on her.
Latter, the sex worker took up with a nouveau riche driving a Toyota Land Cruiser and dumped the barber, who couldn’t swallow the insult and went to confront her. He ended up getting beat up by the rich guy’s thugs who also warned him, if he ever came back again, they’d cripple his other leg too.
That barber, one of his legs was already lame, afflicted with a congenital issue.
After that incident, the guy was scared and went back to his hometown.
As the old saying goes, "Prostitutes are heartless, actors are unprincipled." Actually, the ancients’ words are a kind of summary. How many of those engaging in prostitution outside are truly sentimental?
When these women go out to sell themselves, they are actually very scared inside, with not the slightest sense of security, and what they desire the most isn’t affection but money. As long as they can make money, that’s fine. Having saved enough, they return to their hometowns to find a somewhat decent man to marry.
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Yusuf Zuck didn’t look down on them; he just felt their lives were particularly bleak.
After about five minutes of massage, Yusuf Zuck signaled for her to stop, saying, "You can go now."
"What’s wrong?" she asked softly.
"Nothing’s wrong. You’re just not professional at all. Go out and call a blind massage therapist for me. Keep the money," Yusuf Zuck shook his head and smiled bitterly. This woman’s massage was nothing but random squeezing.
"Oh, thank you, big brother. I’ll call the best massage therapist for you. Just wait a moment," the girl said with a smile, stuffing the two thousand yuan into her purse without the slightest hesitation. She hadn’t done much, but she took the money without fail.
Yusuf Zuck knew that there was a ninety percent chance the girl would curse him as a "stupid cunt" after she left.
Indeed, as he was thinking, his telekinesis followed the girl out. As soon as she closed his door, she muttered quietly, "Stupid cunt, easy mark, why even come to a place if you’re not playing?"
Sitting on the bed, Yusuf Zuck had a bittersweet smile on his face. He paid money without getting laid, and then got insulted on top of it—truly a "stupid cunt" move!
Meanwhile, Yusuf Zuck’s telekinesis passed through the wall to the next room, allowing him to see everything in Jerome Hart’s room!
Jerome Hart was reclining on the bed, with five or six bundles of hundred-yuan bills on the headboard, and three girls not even twenty years old were dancing and teasing him, and most significantly, the three girls looked exactly alike!
The scoundrel had found himself a very rare set of triplets!