Chapter 179 Who Has a Better Figure, Them or Me?
I had absolutely no idea how to comfort Cressida.
Seeing her cry so miserably, I felt an inexplicable urge to laugh. "Which guy catches your eye tonight? I'll knock him out and send him to your bed, how about that?"
"Really?" Cressida suddenly stopped crying. "I want the hottest one. One's not enough—I want two, no, three!"
"Can you handle that?" Julie laughed and poked her cheek.
Cressida grabbed a handful of fries and stuffed them in her mouth dejectedly. "I'm such an idiot. Why did I tell everyone about my crush? Now everyone's laughing at me. I regret it so much."
Karen poured her a drink. "Stop thinking about it. Drink up—once you're drunk, you won't have any worries!"
Julie patted her back gently. "We'll stay with you tonight."
Jacqueline caught sight of me and immediately waved me over. "What took you so long in the bathroom? The show's about to start!"
"What show?" I casually looked around and noticed the booths in the hall were almost entirely filled with female customers. Their eyes were eager and excited. On the stage ahead, the lights suddenly dimmed. Two seconds later, exciting drumbeats began, growing louder and louder. The spotlight came on, and ten tall, long-legged, muscular, half-naked handsome men slowly walked onto the stage.
Their bare upper bodies displayed smooth, beautiful muscle lines. Their lower halves wore different styles of pants. Testosterone and screams nearly filled the entire hall.
At some point, the hall's lighting had turned an intimate shade of pink.
The music started, and the pole dancing show officially began.
The men on stage engaged their cores and tensed their arm muscles. Every movement was full of strength and seduction. The women below enthusiastically bought drinks, splashing them on the men's bodies, soaking their skin and pants, urging them to take their pants off.
Who says seeking pleasure is a man's specialty?
Women have just as much right to pursue happiness!
Karen kept laughing. She ordered two bottles of champagne, shook them vigorously, and sprayed them toward the stage. Her target was a tall, muscular man—completely different from Jonathan.
The liquid slid down the man's skin, drawing laughter and cheers.
"Isabella, I want him!" Cressida excitedly pointed at a young man in the corner of the stage.
He looked about twenty-three or twenty-four, with a youthful appearance and demeanor. His body movements to the rhythm weren't very skilled, but there were quite a few women in the crowd who liked this type of young man!
I generously bought ten bottles of expensive drinks in Cressida's name, all for that young man. Soon he would come down from the stage to interact with Cressida.
One song lasted ten minutes. These ten men approached the booths and walked toward the customers, but then another ten strikingly handsome men with completely different styles took the stage. Their dance moves were bolder, and the atmosphere became even more heated and sensual.
Cressida held the young man's arm, smiling sweetly. He was very good at providing emotional value—his compliments and praise never repeated, coaxing Cressida until she almost forgot about her heartbreak.
Julie and Jacqueline huddled together, enthusiastically commenting on who had the better body and whose gaze was more seductive, drinking and eating fruit while watching the men's performance.
"Did things go smoothly?" Karen asked me. "The gift is those people?"
I briefly recounted their conversation.
Karen sneered. "They deserve to die!"
I nodded. Karen's curiosity satisfied, she didn't ask any more questions.
The stage lights changed again. Two men covered in oil and wearing only underwear walked on stage, each dragging a chair. They sat down on opposite sides of the stage.
They caressed their own bodies to the rhythm of the music, their bulging crotches thrusting upward from time to time. Their skin glistened moistly under the lights. Their movements were bold and provocative as they actively invited female customers to play games with them.
My cheeks felt slightly warm. I was a bit embarrassed but couldn't help watching. A low, magnetic voice suddenly sounded close to my ear, carrying a familiar sense of pressure. "Enjoying the view?"
I was watching intently and instinctively nodded, answering casually, "It's pretty interesting."
As soon as the words left my mouth, I froze.
That voice?
I slowly turned my head and looked into a pair of deep eyes.
Lucas was standing behind the sofa at some point, one hand propped on the backrest, his body leaning slightly forward, enveloping me entirely in his presence. He stared at me with a half-smile.
Karen gave me a "good luck" look and quietly scooted aside.
The intimate colored lights shone on Lucas's face, making him look different from usual. My heartbeat skipped a beat.
"How did you get here?"
Lucas pinched my chin, his fingers applying slight pressure, a dangerous smile at the corner of his mouth. "Am I interrupting your fun?"
He lowered his voice and asked, "Do they have better bodies, or do I?"
My ears instantly flushed with embarrassment, as if they were burning. I was momentarily speechless.
Jealousy surged in Lucas's eyes. He bit out each word. "What, is it that hard to answer? Am I not as good as them?"
"You are, you are." I backed down a bit.
Lucas was destined not to let me off easily. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his abs, his tone seductive as he asked, "Can't I satisfy you?"
I didn't dare look at him directly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Gale and Marcus also walking over, one after the other.
Gale's gaze fell on Julie, but she wasn't flustered at all. She smiled and extended her hand to him.
Gale showed a hint of helpless smile. Julie calmly pulled him to sit beside her, coaxing him in soft, gentle tones, her fingertip lightly tracing his palm.
The gloom on Gale's face dissipated. He leaned close to Julie, talking intimately.
Jacqueline was younger and far from having Julie's calm composure. Marcus's gaze made her feel guilty, but she still tried to appear composed. "What's wrong with looking? Being lustful is just a mistake any woman would make! Why is it okay for men to visit prostitutes but not okay for women to pay to watch naked men?"
Marcus laughed at her response. He sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist, his tone both domineering and indulgent. "Is just looking enough? Which one do you like? I'll pay to have him come over. You can look however you want, touch however you want."
Jacqueline randomly pointed at a man. "That one then!"
Marcus actually paid to have that man come over. Jonathan, who had appeared at some point, sat next to Karen, watching the show with her.
The man walked up to Jacqueline and smiled gently. "May I buy you a drink?"
"May I?" Jacqueline stammered, nervously repeating the question, not daring to look at the man in front of her or at Marcus.
The man and Marcus exchanged a glance. He raised his glass, took a sip of wine and held it in his mouth, then leaned down toward Jacqueline.
Jacqueline lost her earlier bravado. She cried out and pushed him away. Marcus suddenly took a sip of wine, grabbed Jacqueline's shoulders, and kissed her forcefully.
The liquid flowed down from the corners of their mouths. The intimate sounds made it hard to keep watching.
"Stop looking at others. I'm right here beside you." Lucas's gaze was too intense, his breath too close, like he was setting me on fire.
"Stop talking." I pulled my hand back forcefully. The next second, Lucas swept me up in his arms!
"It's just a strip show, isn't it?" He leaned down slightly, his forehead against mine. "They can do it, so can I."
My arms hooked around Lucas's neck. His palm gripped my waist tightly, locking me in his embrace.
Our breaths mingled, body temperatures rising. Lucas stared at me, his eyes surging with affection and desire. "You can only look at me."