Zhang Xueyang went back into the private room again after a short while. "Bro Chen, the night show models are changing now. They will be here shortly!" Zhang Xueyang smiled happily. "The one who looked like Eva Huang is also coming."
"Haha!" Chen Fan's laughter was a little awkward. It was difficult to describe his current mood. It was going to be his first experience with this and in broad daylight, hence Chen Fan was not able to control his expression well.
Five minutes later, the escort manager, who was a pretty woman with a good figure, around the age of thirty-plus came in. Her white business wear made her look like a professional from a big company, and not a procurer! Following behind her were seven or eight graceful ladies in off-shoulder crimson dresses. They formed a line in front of the couch and smiled at the men.
At that moment, Chen Fan started breathing hard, as if he was having an asthma attack. Taking a glance at Wang Bing, Chen Fan realized that he was worse than himself, with both nostrils wide open and breathing like a high-frequency blowing machine.
"Boss, these girls are really...too pretty. Those girls in 'Victoria' can't be compared to them at all!" Wang Bing mumbled to Chen Fan.
"Umm…" Chen Fan replied. The 'model' standing in the middle caught Chen Fan's gaze like a magnet, and he couldn't be bothered with Wang Bing.
"Yiyi, come over here and accompany Boss Chen!" Without the need for words, Zhang Xueyang assigned the most attractive model to Chen Fan before turning to Wang Bing. "Bro Wang, anyone catch your eye? Otherwise, I'll get them to change to another batch."
Wang Bing's fists were clenched tightly onto the couch, "I-I'll go for number six!"
"OK!" Zhang Xueyang suddenly became like an emperor. He casually gave a signal and the hot number six model obediently sat down in front of Wang Bing as if she was given a decree.
"Number seven, come over here." Zhang Xueyang picked a petite and innocent-looking 'model' for himself after arranging for his guests.
"Kong Zhi, pick one for yourself!"
"Yes, boss." Kong Zhi did not decline and picked the most outstanding one from the remaining models.
"Manager He, get the waiter to bring us four bottles of American Gallo and some snacks!" Zhang Xueyang said as he put his arms around the petite beauty.
"They'll be here right away, Master Zhang!" The escort manager replied to Zhang Xueyang with a pleasant, sweet voice. Although this type of Californian produced wine is not especially prestigious, many like it for its outstanding taste.
After the wine came, the models poured half a glass each for the four men before snuggling up to their own bosses with hazy eyes, as if saying "do anything you want with me".
"Boss, let's drink," said the beauty who looked like Eva Huang, as she leaned on Chen Fan's left side with her pretty eyes wide open. Chen Fan's face was as tight as a statue. He wasn't trying to act aloof, but he had totally no idea what to do next. Experience counts for everything, but Chen Fan was a total noob in this area.
"Come, come…" After five seconds, Chen Fan finally stretched out his slightly trembling right hand to hold the wine glass, knocked it gently against hers and then gulped everything down. The model covered her mouth and gave a gentle laugh before taking a sip in her mouth and suddenly pressed herself against the unprepared Chen Fan!
Atomic bomb explosion? Yellowstone volcanic eruption? Korean spaceship went up to the sky?
No, no, no, these descriptions were too mild to accurately describe how Chen Fan felt at that point in time. Chen Fan's eyes were as wide as saucers, as if he was seeing Ultraman in real life! Chen Fan's heart rate suddenly increased faster than a Bugatti Veyron, from 70 to 180 in less than two seconds.
Zhang Xueyang gave a ruffian-like whistle and said to the model beside him, "I want that too, come on." With this, he opened his mouth wide and laid on the couch.
"Yes, my master!" This beauty was more forward than the one beside Chen Fan. She lifted her dress and sat on Zhang Xueyang's thigh, gently rocking her butt like riding a horse. Zhang Xueyang suddenly held up the model and threw her onto the couch before passionately kissing her.
Shock. Chen Fan felt as if someone had lit a firecracker in his brain, turning it into strong, wild desire after exploding. Taking in a deep breath, Chen Fan licked his dry lips out of nervousness and was getting ready to copy Zhang Xueyang's action.
However, something anti-climatic happened at that moment. The door was suddenly opened and a hostess in a long pink dress came in. "I'm sorry, bosses…" The lady bent at her waist, apologized before going over to Chen Fan's side and whispered to the model named 'Yiyi'. As the room was quite noisy, Chen Fan did not near what the two said, even though he was near.
"Bosses, could you please excuse me for a while? There...there's someone looking for me outside!" Yiyi looked apologetic and scared, making it difficult to reject her.
"Go on." Chen Fan waved. He couldn't possibly stop her when she had something to attend to.
"Be back soon, don't let my Bro Chen wait too long!" Zhang Xueyang frowned.
"Yes boss!" The lady bowed and left with the hostess.
"Bro Chen, let's sing some songs first!" Zhang Xueyang gently hit the butt of the model beside him, signaling her to sit beside the jukebox. The ladies here were all good singers and were excellent at creating ambiance.
"Sure, I'll listen to you guys sing!" Chen Fan leaned on the couch. The night was still young, and he was in no hurry.
"Let's sing the duet, 'Love in Hiroshima'!" Zhang Xueyang had a great voice and imitated the original singer really well. The 'model's' voice wasn't bad either. After finishing this song, Zhang Xueyang did not let go of the mike and sang another two duets.
After a hearty performance of the two ballads, Zhang Xueyang suddenly thought of something and his happy face turned gloomy. He pounded the table and said to the model with a glum face, "Go take a look and see why Yiyi's not back yet!"
"Yes, yes." The model quickly put down the mike and went out.
Five minutes later, the model returned and said fearfully, "I'm sorry boss, Yiyi has been taken away by a regular customer. She would like me to apologize to you on her behalf." Yiyi was a hot favorite here, and it was not rare for her to be taken away from customers halfway through their 'visit'.
Bang! Zhang Xueyang slammed on the black crystal table, causing a bottle of Gallo to fall onto the floor. "Is your manager out of her mind to treat me, me... Zhang Xueyang, this way?" Zhang Xueyang's voice was as cold as the Siberian wind. "Which room are they in? Take me there now!"