Chapter 1169 Listening to Mama-san's story

"Which do you think is her main business, pimping or buying houses?"

Standing in front of a beautiful villa, Jack curiously asked the veteran driver Aubrey beside him.

"Is there any difference?" Aubrey smiled a bit obscenely, "Anyway, they are selling things that look beautiful and shiny, but have actually been used countless times."

That makes sense, Jack gave him a thumbs up.

"Oh, two handsome gentlemen, is the environment here nice? You will definitely fall in love with this house. This place can definitely become your sweet home in the future."

An old woman who looked like Hillary and dressed in the same style came out enthusiastically.

"Uh, we are not a same-sex couple. Uh." Jack regretted why he came here with Aubrey instead of Jie Jie.

"Of course, of course, I know." The old woman with sagging cheek skin and eyebrows that were almost drawn to her temples enthusiastically invited the two of them into the villa. After closing the door, the smile on her face disappeared instantly and she looked a little angry.

"But you two are just pretending. I don't want to be seen with two policemen."

"Uh, sorry, but we need to make sure of one thing first. You are the 'lady', right? The agency who introduces call girls to those high-class people?"

This person's appearance looked too deceptive. He didn't look like a madam who forced girls into prostitution at all. He looked like a professional real estate agent. He thought it would be safer to confirm first.

"Of course not." The old woman categorically denied, "I am only responsible for arranging dates for both parties. As for whether the two adults will fall in love at first sight and what will happen later, it has nothing to do with me."

"Well, of course." Aubrey nudged Jack, indicating that he should be the one to take charge in this situation.

Perhaps because of being greeted in advance by the "scavenger" Ms. Daniels, after listening to Aubrey's explanation of the purpose of her visit, the madam who called herself Ms. Payton invited the two of them to sit down in the living room and served tea and snacks. After a snack, he slowly spoke.

"Yes, we have all heard about that Bitchi. She has caused considerable damage to our business."

"So, your business... uh... I mean, the prices of your girls have always been so high?"

It's true that Aubrey was once a swinger, but when hooking up with famous models and starlets, he usually doesn't write checks directly. He usually has to be more subtle and send some brand-name bags or luxury jewelry and clothing.

Although his "love" usually only lasts for a month or two, during which the cost ranges from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars, but if you only count the unit price, 20,000 yuan a night is really a lot of money. Not cheap.

"Of course. Although every girl's worth is different, the girls I train have always been at the top of the industry. That guy is really a pest. You must know that the customer group we are targeting is extremely limited."

It was obvious that the madam was quite proud of the high-end skin and meat business she was running. Aubrey deliberately agreed, "It's conceivable. After all, there are only so many people who can afford this money."

Ms. Payton naturally started to talk endlessly, telling about the "difficulty of starting a business" back then, and finally said with emotion, "I don't understand why she did this, it is simply harming others and herself.

A call girl's client list is her most important asset. It is not only her source of income, but also her most generous 'retirement' when she quits the industry. Who would deliberately cross out names on their own list? . "

Jack was a little confused and didn't understand what she meant. "Sorry, Ms. Payton, I don't quite understand. Do you mean that the client list is all in the hands of the girls themselves?"

"Of course, I am only responsible for training them and teaching them what to do to please customers, how to increase their worth and how to avoid risks. After that, they will only come to me when they are in trouble."

It sounds like the madam only brings new people and provides protection for the call girls, and they have to rely on themselves for the rest. Jack probably understands the rules of operation.

"Then what do you mean by 'retirement'? Is it possible that you still allow the girls to blackmail the clients on the list when they quit?"

"God, why do you think so?" The madam's voice suddenly became high-pitched, sharp and harsh, "Of course I am selling this list to girls who are new to the industry. This is a very important asset."

"Ahem, okay, my bad." Jack was a little embarrassed. He really had no understanding of this industry at all, only prejudice.

"Can you tell me what services your girls usually provide?"

Aubrey met Ms. Payton's confused eyes and began to formulate words thoughtfully, "We currently assume that the murderer specializes in murdering guests who forced her to perform certain sexual acts that she did not want to do."

The madam let out a chuckle of unknown meaning, as if she was mocking, "What about?"

"Uh, like abuse or being abused?" Aubrey said awkwardly.

"Haha, young man." Now it was confirmed that the other party was indeed laughing at the two FBI, "What do you think my girls are?

Those bitches drumming up business in motels along the highway don't get paid $20,000 a night. "

She poured herself a cup of black tea to moisten her throat, and then she spoke again slowly, "I bet, dear, your investigation direction is completely wrong.

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Let's start with your question just now. Why do you think a man would be willing to pay a five-digit sum of money just to enjoy a night of pleasure?"

"Well, of course it's not just for sex, isn't it simply because it includes hush money?" Anyway, their ignorance in this regard has been completely exposed, so Jack simply lays his cards on the table and asks clearly.

"Of course, bed skills are a must, but that's just the simplest part." Ms. Payton said in a serious tone, as if she was imparting some profound meaning.

"But compared to simple physical satisfaction, men care more about spiritual release."

Seeing the two young FBI agents in front of her open their mouths slightly, revealing an extremely thirsty look for "knowledge", Mrs. Payton, whose self-esteem was greatly satisfied, smiled proudly.

"A good call girl is also a therapist. She can understand the worst part of the customer's emotions and touch the softest part of their hearts.

Worry, anxiety, uneasiness and even fear, all the sources of stress, all the bad feelings that cannot be taken home and told to wives and families.

This is the ultimate goal of my training those girls to achieve, learn to talk to these men, learn to guide and listen, learn to use expressions and small movements, so that customers regard her as the most trustworthy pressure relief valve."

"It sounds similar to what you psychologists do?" Aubrey winked at Jack mischievously.

"I'm just half a psychologist, only analyzing, not responsible for treatment." Jack motioned this guy not to interrupt, turned his head and nodded to Ms. Payton, "Please continue."

"I don't know the woman's motive for killing, but I bet that if she killed people just because she couldn't accept certain postures as you said, she would never have reached the point where her value was as high as $20,000 a night."

The brothel owner said this with a very confident tone.