Chapter 372

Winona and Layla were regulars at this place. Before Winona’s real identity was revealed, they used to come here often because the place was very discreet. So apart from them, no one else knew they were frequent visitors to this club.

When Winona arrived at the club, she went straight to the private room she had booked to wait for Layla. Winona requested a new guy, a male escort with a fit, gym–toned body. He had a rugged, masculine look.

No one knew that Winona was actually into muscular guys. She liked the feeling of conquering such men, which gave her a great sense of accomplishment.

Since Victor and Robert weren’t that type, she would come here secretly to relieve her stress and fulfill her needs.

Since the Smith family went bankrupt, Winona had become more and more out of control, visiting this place more often and enjoying ordering around the male escorts here.

The muscular escort’s stage name was Jackman. He looked at Winona, who was visibly pregnant and felt uneasy.

In his line of work, Jackman had encountered all sorts of wealthy women seeking entertainment, each with their own quirks, but it was the first time he’d seen a woman so far along in her pregnancy.

Still, he knew Winona was a regular who used certain methods, but since she always tipped well, he welcomed her with a smile.

Jackman was dressed in a special club outfit, with only a triangular piece of clothing below, its thin fabric barely covering anything. A small red bell hung around his neck, and he wore a deer antler headband.

This might have been cute on a young toy boy, but on a muscular man like Jackman, it seemed out of place. However, for Winona, it had a specific charm, full of a wild elegance that was exactly her taste.

Jackman willingly knelt at Winona’s feet, lifting her foot and gently massaging it. He looked up at her and said, “Ms. Chambers, is this pressure to your liking?” From Winona’s viewpoint, she had a clear view downward.

Winona let out a satisfied sigh due to Jackman’s service. She nodded arrogantly, looking at the humble Jackman with eyes full of disdain yet also a lustful longing for his physique.

“Satisfied, well–trained,” Winona said as she nonchalantly slapped Jackman with her hand.

Jackman wasn’t upset at being slapped. On the contrary, he smiled and said, “Thank you for your kindness, Ms. Chambers.”

Lowering his eyes, he thought, ‘In this job, what’s a slap?‘

A few days ago, a wealthy woman nearly beat a male escort half to death. He was still in the hospital, but she paid him a fortune;

he was set for life. It was all about equal exchange, giving and taking, a fair deal.

Still, it was pretty wild for this woman to come here with her pregnancy out to have fun.

Winona felt quite pleased seeing him being so tactful, and she pled out 30 thousand dollars from her bag, tossing it at Jackman’s face. She found a sense of self–respect that she hadn’t felt for a long time from Jackman. “Here’s your reward.”

Jackman’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the 30 thousand dollars, and he quickly pocketed it. “Thank you, Ms. Chambers.”

Winona looked at Jackman with disdain, thinking how cheap he was.

Jackman pretended not to notice Winona’s look and continued to work hard. When the timing seemed right, Winona signaled Jackman to come over with her finger. “Come here, you know what to do, right?”

Jackman knew exactly what she meant, but he hesitated. He thought, ‘Her belly is so big; what if things got physical and something went wrong? I can hardly take that responsibility.

Jackman hesitated and said, “Ms. Chambers, with your belly, I’m afraid...”

Winona snorted coldly, crossing her arms. She told Jackman, “Come here, didn’t the club teach you some other techniques? Do I really have to explain it to you?”

Of course, Winona wouldn’t risk the child she was carrying. This baby was her trump card at the moment and she couldn’t afford for anything to happen to it.

Jackman understood and quickly crawled over, untying the restraints and reaching out. Just as they were having fun, Layla burst through the door.

Seeing the two of them in the room with hardly any clothes on didn’t surprise her at all.

She’s always been familiar with Winona’s private life, having seen such scenes before–and it was not even the first time they had shared a partner. This was just small potatoes.

Layla just couldn’t believe that Winona, with her belly so big, still wanted to have this kind of fun, not even worrying about Victor finding out, She wondered, ‘If the Carters no longer supported Winona, who else could she rely on? Does she really think she is still the prestigious daughter of the Chambers family?‘

Winona and Jackman were taken aback when Layla suddenly burst through the door. Jackman quickly stood up and moved aside.

Winona put on her clothes and complained to Layla, “Why didn’t you knock before coming in? Can’t you wait a bit?”

Being interrupted at a crucial moment by Layla left Winona’s anger unexpressed, and her desire was still building up. Naturally, she wasn’t happy.

Layla could only smile as she moved forward and took hold of Winona, who was already dressed. She said playfully, “Alright, alright, don’t be mad. I’ll book you a session with the latest male escort from the club later.

“He’ll definitely be better than this one, and you can have all the fun you want, okay?”

The idea of someone better than Jackman instantly lifted Winona’s mood. “Okay, fine, fine.”

Jackman’s expression shifted, and he gritted his teeth. The competition in their field was intense, and he was depending on this job with Winona for a tip to boost his ranking in the club.

He never foresaw a woman stepping in to cause trouble, trying to replace him with just a few sentences.

Jackman felt a bit resentful but had to swallow his pride. He lifted his head and looked at Winona with a flattering gaze, his eyes seeking attention. “Ms. Chambers, could you please not replace me? I’ll go along with whatever you need. I’m begging you.”

Layla was intrigued by how different Jackman’s demeanor was from his tough appearance. She hadn’t expected this man, who seemed like a tough guy, to speak so gently.

Winona knew what Layla was thinking just by looking into her eyes. She exchanged a glance with Layla, and both of them were interested.

Layla said, “We might not have to replace you, but what about your stamina?”

Seeing her relent, Jackman quickly chimed in. “Don’t worry, I’m very professional. Even if I serve two people, it’s no problem. I’ll definitely make sure you’re satisfied.”

Winona nodded generously, giving Jackman a look of disdainful charity. “Alright, you can stay. Do your job well, and you’ll get your tip.”

After the noon session, Winona and Layla moved from one suite to another.

Jackman lay on the bed, his breathing faint, with no part of his body unharmed. His back was covered with whip marks, still bleeding and staining half the sheets red while he lay there completely exposed.

On the bedside table was a freshly written check. One hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

Jackman looked at the amount on the check and grinned with satisfaction. After all he’d been through, getting one hundred and fifty thousand dollars definitely wasn’t a bad deal.