Aisha World

Unaccustomed

"Just ...."

Just a few steps, you heard the call of Madam Jeni from behind. Aisha turned to the direction of the voice. He stopped his steps, and turned towards the middle-aged woman behind him.

"What's up, madam?" ask Aisyah.

"Follow me for a moment" said Madam Jeni then walking towards one of the hotel rooms, followed by Aisyah trailing in the back.

They also sat on the lips of the bed. Before long, Madam Jeni took some money out of her pocket, and gave it to Aisyah.

"It's your pay, because last night you went home first, so I keep it."

Aisyah took the money, and frowned. 'Five hundred thousand?' his inner.

"Lho, but .. I have been given the same Om Hassan, Madam," Aisyah said innocently.

Madam Jeni frowned. "How much are you given? And, why are you quiet?"

"Sorry, madam, last night I didn't see Madam, and I think Madam has gone home too" Aisyah said.

"Indeed, Mr Hassan, how much do you love me?" ask Madam Jeni full of questions.

"Em, ten million, madam," Aisha answered softly and flatly.

Both Madam Jeni's eyeballs were rounded instantly .... 'Ten million? Crazy, is Mr Hassan really satisfied with Aisyah's service? So he paid this girl so dearly, ' her inner self.

Then Madam Jeni stared intently at Soraya. "I forgot to tell you, if the rules here, the money obtained from guests, is divided in half with me, because I have found you a guest. Without me, you wouldn't be able to find guests yourself. If you don't believe me, you can ask your friend Tini."

"I understand, Madam," nodded Aisyah innocently.

"Yes, this is five hundred take, and that is ten million, we divide two." Madam Jeni gave the money to Aisyah.

Aisyah also received the money, then she took out the money given by Hassan from her bag, she gave to Madam Jeni as much as five million. Madam Jeni received the money while smiling meaningfully.

"Yes, now you change there," said Madam Jeni.

"Well, Madam." Aisha leaves Madam Jeni.

While Madam Jeni smiled cunningly. 'Crazy for children, have just worked, but have got a large turnover, different from Ina and others. They just got a little money tips, I have to take advantage of this opportunity, ' her inner self.

Finished changing clothes, Aisyah returned to the room where Tini and the others were gathered. The girl sat down near Tini.

A few hours later, Madam Jeni called Aisyah. Aisha approached the woman.

"You go upstairs, accompany Mr. Hassan for a drink. After that, you follow what he ordered, if he wants to continue in the room, yes you must not refuse, because this has become your job. And remember, no matter how much money he gives, we give two," whispered Madam Jeni.

"Well, madam," nodded Aisyah, then walked towards the top floor, climbing the stairs in a gontai step. The girl was eager to leave the cursed place, but the shadow of her mother required her to stay.

Hassan smiled with a grin at Aisyah's appearance at the time. The girl looks different from her previous appearance. The beauty of his body that had been hidden behind his shabby clothes, turned out to be really tempting. In certain parts of the body is very densely filled, and is able to captivate anyone man who sees it.

Hassan still remembered the taste he got from Aisyah's ministry. The man was really made intoxicated by the pleasure of the girl's body. It's as if Hassan had his first night with his virgin wife. Very different from the women of the night who served him. They often do it with a lot of men.

Aisha was the first girl to give up her honor to Hassan!

Hassan waved to Aisyah, giving the code to the girl, to get close to her. Aisyah walked over to Hassan while covering her exposed body parts. The girl sat next to Hassan. Hassan poured wine into two glasses in front of him.

"My company had a drink first, then we continued in the room" said Hassan.

"I-that's what, Om?" aisyah asked hesitantly while pointing at the glass containing the drink.

"It's a good drink, I'm sure, you must be addicted. This drink makes us happy" said Hassan enthusiastically.

"Isn't that booze, huh? I'm sorry, I've never had a drink like that" Aisyah said. The girl was very sure that the drink was an alcoholic beverage. And he was well aware that discotheques were synonymous with liquor.

"Indeed, why? Everyone knows, if the drinks in this place, all the liquor," said Hassan staring intensely at Aisyah.

"Sorry, I accompany Om to drink, and I do not drink," said Aisyah lowering her gaze. The girl was afraid that Hassan would be angry because he refused to drink the man's drink.

"Try it once, and it doesn't take much, just three sips, I guarantee you'll be a little good at your mood" forced Hassan.

Finally, Aisha gulped the wine three times. And before long, Aisyah's head felt dizzy. His eyes were twitching.

Hassan immediately paid for the drink, and took Aisyah down. The man was not at all interested in loud music, nor were the people who jiggled. He stopped at the club' night just for a drink. The rest, he spent more time in the hotel along with the comfort women.

Now they are both in the room. Aisyah massaged her forehead, which was getting dizzy.

"For a long time, you will definitely get used to this," said Hassan who had noticed Aisha.

He immediately touched Aisha's body, and sat her on the lip of the bed. Then, as usual the man took the money from inside his bag, and gave it to Aisyah.

Aisha received the money. His irises were still quite observant, looking at the amount of money he received, even though his head was dizzy. 'Ten million more?' he was still, but he tried to calm down. The girl did not want to be judged as a matre woman in the presence of Hassan.

"From tomorrow, once every two days I will come here, and you serve me well" Hassan said.

"Why is that surprised?" wonder Hassan.

Aisyah was still silent, she could not believe hearing Hassan's words.

"But it's not all free. You must serve me every two days, and you must serve no man but me. But don't worry, I'll still pay you five million after you satisfy me. I think five million is enough for your living expenses" Hassan said.

Slowly, Aisyah looked at Hassan, "really, Om?"