Chapter 105 - 103: Women Want to Seek Pleasure, Too
The atmosphere in the private room instantly froze. Everyone wore the same look of utter confusion.
What...
What was going on?
"You must have the wrong room, don’t you?"
Just then, one of the guys snapped out of it, instinctively getting to his feet to speak.
The man in the lead, who seemed to be the PR manager, smiled upon hearing the question. "This was arranged at the request of a Miss Sterling."
"Ster—" The guy choked on the name and instinctively glanced over at Jonah Goodman.
Jonah Goodman’s eyes were already fixed on Cecilia Sterling. He had wanted to avoid seeming too forward, so he had specifically arranged for a female friend and Estelle Goodman to sit on her left and right.
Hearing the manager’s words, he was completely floored.
The only person in the room with the last name Sterling was Cecilia Sterling!
There was a sizable number of male models, all tall and handsome. Every type was represented—there were even two blue-eyed foreigners.
Among the guys in their group, only Jonah Goodman could possibly measure up to the standard set by these models.
The shocked expressions on the girls’ faces slowly began to shift. After all, with so many handsome men gathered in one spot, the sight alone was a feast for the eyes.
Cecilia Sterling waited for the door to close before she stood up. "Is this all of them?" she asked.
Jonah Goodman and the other guys stared, dumbfounded.
’You call this a small group? They’re packed three rows deep!’
The PR manager, however, replied, "Miss Sterling, you can make your selections first. If this isn’t enough, we have more. This is just the first group."
"Cecilia."
Jonah Goodman finally couldn’t take it anymore. He shot up from his seat, sidled up to her, and whispered, "What do you think you’re doing? I invited you out, not so you could order a bunch of male escorts!"
Cecilia Sterling blinked at him. "Then what did I come here for? To have fun, right?"
Jonah Goodman was left speechless. He felt like he was losing face, especially since several of his close friends were there. The girl he’d gone to all this trouble to invite was actually ordering male escorts!
"Come on, don’t mess around. Give me a little face here," Jonah Goodman pleaded, his expression pained.
Cecilia Sterling patted his shoulder reassuringly. "I’m ordering them for my own enjoyment, not to disrespect you."
"Didn’t you all invite a bunch of pretty girls, too? Who made the rule that only you guys get to have all the fun while we girls just sit around?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Cecilia Sterling turned to the other women in the room. They’d all become a little more familiar after a few party games, so she called out, "Alright, ladies, start picking! If one isn’t enough, grab two. It’s my treat!"
Some of the girls’ eyes lit up, their expressions revealing a flicker of excitement.
The male escorts here were not cheap.
Estelle Goodman had already locked onto her targets. Pointing to two tall, fair-skinned men with narrow waists and broad shoulders, she declared, "I want him... and him!"
Cecilia Sterling, her expression serious, scanned the lineup. She raised a finger, pointing to the back row. "You, in the middle with the short hair. How old are you?"
The young man glanced left and right, saw he was the only one with short hair, and quickly answered, "I’m nineteen."
"You’re the one!"
"I want one too then! Cecilia, I’m really doing it!" another girl announced, standing up.
Cecilia Sterling smiled and nodded. "Go on! Everybody pick one, sisters! Let’s fill this whole room!"
With someone taking the lead, the other girls who had been hesitant but secretly eager all got to their feet. They began to choose their companions one by one, like an empress selecting her consorts.
Jonah’s friends had been around the nightlife scene for years, but they had never seen anything like this—a group of women ordering male escorts with such gusto. They were all struck dumb.
In an instant, the room—which had started with a lopsided ratio of women to men—was now filled with a dozen more tall, handsome models. Suddenly, the scene felt much more... balanced.
When Cecilia Sterling had first walked in, she’d seen more than twenty people, only five of whom were men. The imbalance had made her viscerally uncomfortable.
’Why is it that men get to be surrounded by a flock of beauties, basking in their company, while women are expected to just sit in a line like ornaments?’
’If we’re going to have fun, then let’s *all* have fun!’
Before long, the room was filled with the sounds of the women’s joyous laughter and shrieks. It didn’t matter if a girl was shy or not; these models were consummate professionals. Their dedication was precisely why they commanded such a high price.
Estelle Goodman was flanked by her two handsome choices. Less than ten minutes after they sat down, their shirts were gone. One revealed a set of chiseled abs, while the other boasted full, firm pectoral muscles. Coupled with their stunning looks, Estelle Goodman was overwhelmed, her head swiveling back and forth, not knowing where to look first.
The "nineteen-year-old" beside Cecilia Sterling was just as impressive. He kept calling her "sis" in a way that made her heart flutter, and he even proactively took her hand and guided it to his muscles.
Cecilia Sterling shamelessly immersed herself in the enjoyment, sighing to herself, ’Ah, to be young is great. And younger guys are even better!’
Led by the models’ initiative, the other women began to let loose. The room echoed with waves of laughter and screams. A few of the models started dancing sensually, interacting intimately with the girls, which made everyone blush, their hearts pounding with excitement.
Seeing how dedicated the models were, Cecilia Sterling generously ordered several bottles of ridiculously expensive imported liquor. The commission on that alone was a hefty sum. At that moment, the models’ career drive hit its peak. If not for the other men in the room, they probably would’ve stripped off their pants!
The guys could only watch, dumbfounded. ’When women decide to go wild, there’s really nothing for us to do!’
However, while the older sister, Cecilia Sterling, was letting loose, the younger sister, Lily Sterling, was nearly cramping up with anxiety over a kiss scene she was about to film.
In the dressing room, Lily Sterling clutched her script, reviewing the upcoming night scene again and again. Having no real-life kissing experience, she couldn’t help but panic at the thought of performing her first on-screen kiss.
Putting down her script, she pulled out her phone and began searching a video app for "classic kiss scenes," hoping to study them.
Yuna and Finn sat silently behind her, finding it novel to see Lily so nervous about a scene for the first time.
"Lily, kissing isn’t really a skill, you know. I think people are born knowing how. You’ll probably figure it out once you start."
Lily turned around, her face etched with worry. "Ugh, please stop. I’m already nervous enough."
Seeing her expression, Finn laughed. "Okay, okay, we’ll leave you to it. Just focus on getting in the zone. You’ve still got half an hour."
Lily nodded. Just as she was about to resume her "studies," there was a sudden knock on the dressing room door.
It was Andrew Sutton’s assistant.
"Drake."
Lily put her phone down and stood up. "What’s up?"
Drake came in, closing the door behind him. He then nodded and said, "There’s something I need to discuss with you, Lily."
Lily’s expression turned serious as she nodded. "Go ahead, Drake. What is it?"
Drake got straight to the point. "About the kiss scene later... would it be possible for you and Andrew to use a camera angle to fake it? Andrew has never had an on-screen kiss before, and we’re afraid his fans won’t accept it. We’re concerned about the potential backlash."
Hearing this, Lily failed to mask her initial reaction. Her expression visibly hardened.
"Is this Andrew Sutton’s idea?" Lily asked.