After Rebirth, I Accept The Arranged Marriage-Chapter 27: Ordering Male Models

It wasn’t that Jessie Sterling had *never* been to a bar before, but coming to one for a night of "fun" was a definite first.

She’d always found them noisy and stuffy, with poor visibility—not comfortable in the slightest.

But now, Jessie was sitting in a private room on the second floor, attended to by a clean-cut young man, watching the male strip show on the stage below. In an instant, the tips of her ears burned bright red.

When she felt the man beside her peel a grape and bring it to her lips, Jessie instinctively turned her head, avoiding the intimate gesture.

A moment ago, the attendant had insisted on giving her a shoulder and back massage, which had already made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Thankfully, at her request, he had used a small massage hammer instead of his bare hands, which was the only reason Jessie managed to stop herself from leaping out of her seat.

She hated being touched by strangers.

She kept a team of professional spa technicians on staff at home, and even that was something she could barely tolerate.

What normal family could afford such extravagances? It was no wonder Director Sterling and her second brother both called her a human money shredder.

Lynn Jennings also had a handsome young man attending to her. However, he seemed far more dedicated to his job than Jessie’s attendant.

Lynn Jennings watched Jessie sitting bolt upright in her seat, her back ramrod straight, and couldn’t help but laugh.

"Look at you, being so prim and proper." Lynn Jennings opened her mouth to accept a slice of yellow peach from the young man beside her. "It’s just a dance. It’s not like I’m asking you to go down there yourself."

In reality, the heated atmosphere in the second-floor private room was nothing compared to the main floor below.

Especially in the spots on either side of the stage, where you could get up close and personal with the male strippers. Now *that* was real fun.

Sitting in a private room like this, where all you could do was look but not touch, was actually a first for Lynn Jennings.

But what could she do? She was the one who’d brought a total babe in the woods to a bar.

Jessie’s eyes widened as she turned to her. "Lynn Jennings, is this really why you come to bars? To request shows like this?"

There wasn’t supposed to be a strip show tonight, but Jessie had just watched Lynn Jennings pay to have one put on, which led to the scene currently unfolding before her.

The stage lights were dazzling, so Jessie couldn’t really remember any of the dancers’ faces.

Their bodies after they’d stripped, however, were far more memorable than their faces.

The male models on stage all had incredible physiques, with perfectly defined pecs and abs.

Jessie watched as they moved with blatant suggestiveness, provocatively dancing as they finished stripping off their tops. Their pants hung low on their hips as they bent over to greet the audience members around the stage.

Some of the bolder audience members reached out and copped a few feels of the men’s abs.

’This... this whole scene is just too... lewd!’ Jessie’s face flushed beet red.

Lynn Jennings caught the disgust in Jessie’s voice and couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes at her friend. "If I didn’t come to a bar to see this kind of fun, what would I see? A concert? You think I don’t know how to buy my own tickets for that?"

Jessie: "..."

’She has a point,’ she thought, momentarily at a loss for a comeback.

The young man standing behind Jessie, massaging her back with the small hammer, overheard their conversation and couldn’t help but chuckle.

He’d been working at the club for about a year and had seen all sorts of customers. But this one, whom he’d willingly offered to serve, was clearly someone who would never come to a place like this for fun.

She was like a blank slate.

"Ma’am, this is our bar’s most popular show," he explained. "But it’s usually scheduled for Friday nights. Fridays are our busiest day of the week; people start lining up at noon."

Jessie: "Really?"

"Really," Lynn Jennings answered this time. "You’re such a little country bumpkin who’s never seen the world. I could serve you abalone and you’d think it was tofu jerky."

Jessie: "..."

"Want to go down and have some fun?" Lynn Jennings asked, her eyes fixed on Jessie’s, her tone laced with a hint of temptation.

Jessie’s eyes widened. ’Go down and have fun? How would we even do that?’

As if sensing her hesitation, Lynn Jennings pressed on. "It’s not like you’re actually going to *do* anything. Just exchange a few words, have a couple of drinks, feel a guy’s pecs... that’s nothing, right?"

To her, it was practically a plate of appetizers.

Jessie: "..."

"Do what a woman’s gotta do," Lynn Jennings added as a final touch. Her fox-like eyes glinted with a scorching light. "Even if you don’t want to investigate what men under twenty-five are like tonight, you can at least compare their physiques, right?"

The moment Lynn Jennings said that, Jessie knew exactly what she meant. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Jessie bit her lower lip. ’I’d already made up my mind before I came,’ she thought. ’I’m not booking anyone for the night. Just doing the same things as the other girls having fun at the bar... that’s not too out of line, is it?’

"Okay."

After a moment of internal struggle, Jessie finally nodded.

She looked as though she were a brave warrior sacrificing a limb.

Lynn Jennings didn’t actually make Jessie go down and squeeze in with the crowd on the main floor. Instead, she got them a new booth and used her "superpower of money" to have the group of "male model-actors" who had just been on stage come serve them directly.

In an instant, Jessie found herself surrounded by sturdy, half-naked young men.

This was a scene Jessie had truly never experienced before.

Then she saw Lynn Jennings, who was sitting across from her, hook a finger into the elastic strap of the tank top worn by the man nearest to her. She gave it a sharp tug, pulling him closer, stuffed a few crisp, red bills inside, and then let go. The strap snapped back against the man’s chest with a loud "SNAP!" Jessie felt like she was about to completely lose it.

’Isn’t that harassment?!’

Jessie’s face and ears began to burn uncontrollably.

As for the group of male models who had been called over, they clearly had no complaints about "working overtime."

In their line of work, it was rare to be able to pick and choose your clients.

However, even if they couldn’t actively choose their clients, they still mentally assigned different levels of enthusiasm to them.

And who wouldn’t like two young, beautiful, and obviously wealthy young ladies like the ones before them now?

"Ma’am, would you like a drink?" The models surrounding Lynn Jennings were already scrambling to interact with her, and the ones around Jessie finally couldn’t sit still any longer.

The young man to Jessie’s left, who looked like a college student in his early twenties with light brown hair, held a glass between his teeth and leaned in close.

It looked as if he was inviting her to share a drink from the same cup.

Jessie instinctively started to refuse, but someone else beat her to it.

"She doesn’t want to."

A tall, slender figure moved to stand in front of Jessie.