Marrying a Rich Bum

Poor Woman

Bima grabbed the skewer of her grandmother's conde which she always carried in her pants pocket, and began fiddling with the keyhole to sound a check.

Bima smiled with satisfaction. His hands pocketed his grandmother's condo back, before opening the door very slowly.

It's a little too dark. The light was only obtained from a brightly lit lamp from one of the rooms, where the low laughter was still heard.

Bima walked closer.

"aaah... You're amazing, honey." A sound from inside the room made Bima freeze in place. Bima behenti, kmbali listen.

Silent. No more cries of pain that had caught his ears, only long hisses.

Ten minutes of waiting, the sudden silence made Bima doubt whether what he was doing was right.

Slowly Bima walked backwards, preparing to return towards the exit, as her ears caught the voice of another man.

"Boss, can we do it?"

"No! Don'tdon't. Let him get along first. I'm not done with him."

"Well..." The disappointed voice sounded low.

Bima was silent again. He turned around, stepped again near the door of the room.

"Boss, don't you want to wake her up?"

"If you can't stand it, just do it with a kettle."

"No. It's not like that. I'm just afraid he's dead, boss."

"Don't be stupid! He's still breathing."

"But boss..."

"I'm gonna suck first. Don't touch him!"

Bima jumped to his feet, looking here and there looking for a place to hide. Right at the door of the room opened, Bima managed to slip her body between a broom and a can in a dark corner of the room.

A tall man with a strapping posture and a chest field walked out with calm steps. Bima peeked out from behind the thin bedsheets that covered the broom space, watching the man with sharp narrowed eyes.

The man exited through the back door, then closed it again.

Fifteen minutes waiting with his heart pounding, the man finally re-entered the room and locked it.

"Hey, Mistress! Wake up!"

From the rebuke, Bima immediately knew the woman in there must have done it not with pleasure.

"good. You've rested long enough, so now get ready for the next session."

"Don't, Galang. Please, don't do this to me, please."

"Aah already. Don't be noisy."

I heard the sound of a woman.

Bima tightened her teeth to hold back the anger. His knuckles are white.

"Reverse, Mistress!"

"Don't. It hurts..."

"Good!"

"Don't. Please do, Galang. I'll obey whatever you want but please stop," the whining of a woman's voice sounded so heartbreaking. Bima hesitated for a moment in front of the door.

"AS I say! Are you deaf, huh!" snarl the man again.

"Do it!"

Bima held back from getting out of control. His fingers gripped the wall.

"Well...!"

"Move!"

"sick."

Plaque! The sound of a loud slap was greeted by the voice of the woman groaning.

"Yes, like that. Goody. Forward."

"sick."

"Forward, Sweet."

"It has. Please be already."

"Keep complaining and I'll add to your pain!"

"Don't. Please don't, aaah..."

"Likes?"

Whether the woman nodded or shook her head, Bima could only guess.

"Yes. That's right, Sweetie. Like that."

"It has. Please be already."

"Don't say much. Enjoy it!"

"Enough. Please."

"Don't poke!"

"I'm lelaaaah!" The woman screamed.

"aaah... ****! Dare you look."

The sound of another pain.

"Hey, you!"

"Me, Boss?"

"Yes. Give him more lessons."

"With you, Boss?"

"Just do it, idiot!"

"good. Ready, Boss. With pleasure."

"Do it in the back."

"You, Boss?" ask the man's voice confused.

"Of course I'll stay where I am. Haven't you seen anything like it, huh?!"

"B-well, Boss. It's been. Of course it is."

"Then it's fast!"

"Wait. What do you want?" ask the woman weak.

"Prepare, Miss..."

"Aaaaaaaa....."

Brak!

The door is open.

Mariana still had time to see the wrathful face behind the shabby brown T-shirt with a dark blue jacket standing behind the door, before she was unconscious.