The women were very protective of Isaac.
In the beginning, Joanna didn't take them seriously. However, after watching this male escort dance, she realized he really was gifted for this industry.
His full hips, thin lips, and those long fingers… Who could resist?
"Isaac, you're so handsome! Isaac! Isaac!"
Under the influence of alcohol, Joanna was behaving completely unlike her usual self. Like the women around her, she began screaming excitedly at the men on stage.
Perhaps, this was when women could truly relax.
Clara was a little surprised by how Joanna completely let herself go. It turned out this was what Joanna liked… If she'd known earlier, she'd have made arrangements sooner!
After the show ended, Isaac went off the stage. Everyone was still shouting for an encore.
Joanna jumped and screamed so hard that she was sweating and out of breath.
After she and Clara returned to their seats, Joanna immediately quenched her thirst by drinking alcohol. She soon finished drinking another bottle. By then, she could barely stand. She slouched against her seat.
"Joanna, what did you think about that male escort earlier?"
"He's gorgeous! I couldn't stop staring at him!"
"Great. Just wait here!" Clara exclaimed. It was rare for her to see Joanna this interested in another man apart from Ace. To help Joanna move on sooner, Clara went backstage and looked for Isaac.
"Hey, kid. My friend likes you. This card has 70,000 dollars in it. Talk to her and cheer her up, but make sure you don't touch her. Do you think you're up for the job?" Clara asked before pressing a card against his chest.
At this moment, Isaac was still wearing a mask. His sexy lips made him seem charming when he smiled.
To be honest, he had already noticed Joanna and Clara back when he was performing. Joanna, who looked like a cool girl, was especially appealing to him. He wanted to befriend them both.
Isaac held onto the card and asked, "What if she wants to touch me?"
"That's not allowed either!" Although Clara was a little drunk, she still had a clear head. "I'm not hiring a prostitute for my friend. I'm also asking you to cheer her up. In other words, you'll only be there so that she can vent her negative emotions. You cannot cross the line. I'll check on her tomorrow. If you dare do anything to her, you'll be dead!"
Isaac nodded and shrugged in disappointment. "Don't worry. I'm getting paid, and I'll do whatever you say. I'll also not do what you tell me not to. I accept this offer!"
Clara walked away feeling assured after hearing what he said.
Joanna, who was lying down on her seat, looked up at the dazzling lights. She felt dizzy, and she wasn't sure if this was a dream or reality.
A tall man slowly walked toward her. He then looked down at her from above.
"It's you, the male escort…" Joanna's cheeks were flushed. She was smiling like an idiot. "Let me see what you look like."
She tried to remove Isaac's mask, but he avoided her touch before picking her up horizontally. "You should get going," he said
Joanna felt gravity pulling away from her. She wrapped her arms around Isaac's neck. "Hey, you sure are a professional male escort. You picked me up like a princess right away. Such a good boy!"
Joanna touched his face.
His chin was extremely attractive, and the stubble on it was also a little prickly. His male hormones went through the roof!
Isaac carried Joanna into a high-class, private room under all the women's gazes.
The room had dim lights that created a romantic ambience. There was a large, round water bed in the center of the room. Clearly, it was specifically designed for rich folks. It was hard not to think inappropriate thoughts when one was inside.
"Why did you bring me here? You're not offering your body for money, are you? I didn't bring any money with me today. I can't afford you. Put me down!" Joanna struggled to set herself free. She was at least sober enough to protect her own reputation. "I have boundaries. Although you are my type, I don't sleep with gigolos. Besides, I never do anything inappropriate. If I do, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it…"
While she spoke, she pinched Isaac's perfect face and smiled like an idiot. ' Has your mother never told you that pretty boys like you should be wary of women?"
"Watch your tongue," he said coldly but gently. He carefully put her down on a couch and asked, "Are you thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water."
As soon as he stood up, Joanna hugged his arm like a koala. "Mommy, don't leave. I'm not thirsty. Can I have some alcohol?"
Mommy?!
His lips twitched visibly.
This woman… How much did she drink? How could she be so drunk?
"After all that, you think I'm your mother?" He asked coldly.
"You're not obedient at all. How can you yell at me?"
He was speechless.
Blurry-eyed, Joanna smiled at the man. "I didn't think you were my mother. I thought you were my dead ex-husband…"
The man was clearly stunned. ' How so?"
"That's because you have the same unapproachable vibe as he does. Your lips also look a lot like his. They're thin, soft, and just like jelly!" Joanna reached out and poked the man's lips before nodding satisfactorily. "Hmm … It feels the same to the touch too. Soft and bouncy. It's so tempting!"
"Your Adam's apple is also sexy like his, and so is your chest. I think you have an even better body than most models. Who could resist?" Joanna complimented while she touched his body parts that she mentioned.
Once she was done, she prepared to pull away. However, the man pressed against her hand and smiled vaguely. "Your friend said you weren't in a good mood, and she wanted me to cheer you up. Since you like my body so much, I'll let you do whatever you want to me without having to pay any money…"
Joanna's cheeks were already flushed from the alcohol. Now, it seemed to turn even redder.
She chuckled. "You're the ace of this bar. Countless rich women vie for your attention. If your boss found out that you're selling your body for money, he'd kill you!" "None of those rich women can compare to you. Since you already thought I was your husband, how could I not serve you with all my heart?