CHAPTER 162: CHAPTER 162: DON’T RUSH, LET’S DO SOMETHING EXCITING!

Over half an hour later, Vivian finished her set, and another DJ took the stage. Just as she stepped down, the boss of the place approached and said:

"Miss Nolan, you’re amazing. Are you interested in working here long-term? The salary will definitely not disappoint you."

"Not interested, I’m leaving." Summer Nolan had come to this club in the afternoon and ran into a few friends. They had been drinking here ever since.

She went on stage purely because she couldn’t stand the current DJ’s style.

The boss quickly reached out to stop her from leaving and said, "Miss Nolan, I have two friends who really admire you and would like to meet you. Could you do me a favor and say hello to them?"

"Ha, I’m not your employee. Why should I do you a favor and entertain your friends?" Vivian replied coldly, crossing her arms with a mocking smile.

This boss was really something.

"Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. It’s just going in for a drink." The boss’s face instantly darkened, his eyes giving a fierce warning.

Those two clients spent a lot here, so this small request he certainly had to fulfill.

"I’m not one of your hostesses; do you want me to accompany them for drinks?" She chuckled and ignored the man, turning to leave.

The boss signaled to two bouncers beside him, and they immediately went up to grab her arms, "Take her to room 1050."

"Got it." The two bouncers responded and forcibly dragged her away.

"Let go, I’ll walk myself. Don’t you think dragging me like this will disturb the clients here? People might think you run a shady business." Vivian shook her arm and said in a deep voice.

The two men in floral shirts exchanged a look and released her arms.

She moved her arms around, secretly took out her phone to signal her friend—

After taking many turns in the dimly lit corridor, they arrived at the innermost room. The man knocked on the door and pushed her inside.

"Cole, Vince, the DJ is here."

"Alright, you guys can leave." A man waved his hand.

The room was dimly lit, with loud dance music playing. In the middle were two women dancing provocatively, and Vivian only saw two young men and several women in the room.

She’d seen this type of lecherous man too many times before.

A man stood up from the sofa, walked over to her, casually put his hand on her shoulder, and leered at her. Drunkenly, he asked,

"Pretty lady, how old are you? You look quite young."

"What, want a taste?" Vivian, with her arms crossed, turned to him with a smile. He was a bit surprised but laughed, "So, will you let me?"

"That depends on whether you have the cash for it." She said, purposefully stalling for time.

"Five hundred thousand? These women here only cost one or two thousand a night..."

He said with a wicked smile, his hand sliding gently over her soft, white arm, thinking her skin looked like something one wouldn’t be able to resist abusing.

"Pfft..." She scoffed. This little money just to sleep with her?

Seeing the ridicule on her face, a hint of malice flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to humiliate her, "Five million... How about performing a live show for them right here?

Come on, take your clothes off..."

Five million? She was dreaming; after playing, getting six hundred thousand would be good enough. The women in this kind of place didn’t know how many men they’d been with.

It’s not her first time!

"What’s the rush? The night is still young. Let’s have a drink to liven things up first."

Vivian tossed his pig-like hand aside, walked over to the table, grabbed a new high-stem glass, poured two glasses of red wine, and handed him one.

The man received the glass and suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist, "Come on, let’s have an arm-in-arm drink."

Before Vivian could say anything, the private room door was suddenly pushed open, and Ian Sterling, returning from the bathroom, walked in, seeing her immediately.

Vivian widened her eyes at the man who walked in, surprised. Was he friends with this scumbag?

"Mr. Sterling, the DJ is here. She’s pretty, right? I’ve already negotiated the price. Do you want to have some fun with her first? If you’re not comfortable doing it in front of others, you could take her to the bathroom."

The man smiled flatteringly and asked, thinking he could play with her after Ian was done.

Ian listened to such filthy talk, full of disgust. He glanced at Vivian but deliberately said, "You play with her; I’m not interested."

He calmly sat down in the center of the sofa, wanting her to learn a lesson and understand what fear was.

Vivian thought he would help her, but he told this man to play with her? What kind of person was this?

"Alright then." The man wasn’t polite about it, smiled at the beauty in front of him, and said to her, "Come on, let’s drink our arm-in-arm wine first... Later, I’ll make sure to treat you well!"

"Alright, I won’t let you spend your money in vain. I’ll make sure to give you a wild time." She replied with a smile, clinking glasses with him.

Ian looked at her, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Was she drunk? Or was she really this open-minded?

"We’ve finished our drink, so come on, take off your clothes. Let’s play right here, let them see but not touch."

The man hurriedly said, trying to pull down her shoulder strap, but Vivian grabbed his hand and smiled, "Don’t rush; let’s play something exciting."

She walked over to the table, forked a small cherry tomato, and offered it to his mouth. The man seemed to understand immediately, thinking he should bite half, and she would bite the other half, and then they would kiss?

"You little tease!" He tapped her forehead with his finger, sucked the whole fruit into his mouth, swirled it around with saliva, and spat out half, mumbling, "Come on, baby..."

Vivian, disgusted by his action, smiled wickedly and leaned in close to him—

Ian widened his eyes, unable to watch any longer, and suddenly spoke coldly, "That’s enough! Go play with other women!"

"Mr. Sterling, if you don’t want to play, then don’t meddle. Besides, this beauty is willing. I’m not forcing her, am I?" The man snickered unpleasantly.

"I said no, it’s a no!" Ian’s tone suddenly turned cold and sharp.

The man didn’t care, his hand placed on the woman’s rear, ready to take her to the bathroom to finish, when suddenly the private room echoed with his wailing:

"Ah!!! Hiss... Damn it, you vile woman! How dare you..."

Vivian’s small steel fork had accurately punctured the man’s lower abdomen. She looked at this disgusting man with a smile and poked his forehead, asking,

"Surprised? Unexpected? Exciting?"

"Didn’t you want a live show right here? I’ve unconditionally met your request!"

All the women in the room screamed in shock, and they stopped dancing. That woman was too ruthless, actually castrating the man!!

"Damn it, I’ll kill you, you vile bitch!"

The man glanced down, his anger rising, his face full of ferocity. He turned to grab a wine bottle from the table, but Vivian was faster, and without hesitation, smashed it on his head:

"Bang!!!"