The Black Valley Becomes the Empress
Part 4's
I've been languishing in this brothel for 3 months. Change men come into my room every day. Night, afternoon, evening.4 to 5 different men every day who come to visit me. All they want is 1, the satisfaction of my body. Nothing else. At first I was uncomfortable, but maybe now I'm getting used to my job. Maybe I've also been tempted by the price they offer in return for my service. Sure enough said mba rina, if someday I will enjoy my work. And more important than all this if I really need this job. There is no other job for a high school graduate woman with a salary that must be enough for the cost of father's treatment, my two brothers' school is also to eat my family in addition to being an entertainer woman like me. You're too old to work for my two sisters. So I am now the one who must replace the role of father as breadwinner. My mother.., I don't want to think about that woman. The woman who left us without mercy. I don't know about Mom, I don't even want to know anything about you. My mother is dead.
"Kring.. kring.." tlp in my room rang. His ringing brought me back to the real world.
"Yes..."
"Today you have 5 guests who have DP. There are 3 other guests who want to go to this mall, but they are not yet DP. If you want to refuse it" the sound of a cry from there made me think a little.
"If they're DP now, it's okay to take it. This mall has 10 people. I need money again. heheh" I replied.
"Need money or ease? hahaha"
"both. hahahah"
"Okay. uh your guest again the way to your room now tuh.." he continued. directly I closed the door. I stuck my body in the mirror. This time I just used my bath kimono. My matching colored underwear looks a little visible from the hemisphere of my mandi kimono.
"Tock... Geck... Tok.." the sound of a knock on my doorstep. Quickly I opened the door.
"The oom.." I said spoiled. I bit my lower lip to tease her. "Look Oom. Queen has been waiting for oom for a long time" I said flirtatiously.
"You are the most appropriate choice" he said, answering my question. I laugh. "That's pretty you. Oom gemes will be" he continued.
"What time is oom? Oom this is too muji queenza deh oom"
"You are beautiful, sweet, attractive, challenging, oom so impatient"
"Oom sure?" I said while unbuttoning his shirt. Mba Rina is right, I have to satisfy the customer to maintain my position as his queen in this place. All the service I provide must make customers miss me. That's the only way I've survived in this place with all the luxury facilities and special treatment. I have enjoyed this job so much that I have forgotten my goal of quitting after all my debts have been paid off. After you wrestled on the 1-hour bed oom left me. A few hundred thousand bills tucked under my pillow.
"Next week oom looking for you again. Make oom more satisfied than now yaa"
"Ready oom. Queenza slalu is ready to share the same sweat oom. heheh" I said again. I got out of my bed. My white blanket was wrapped around my naked body. Lock the door and start going into the bathroom to wash my whole body.
"Yes" I said
"Are you ready?"
"Not yet, just finished my shower. Give me one hour's breath"
"Okay. in an hour your favorite guest came"
"Who?"
"Hahahah who has many favorite guests until forget what his name is. Mr. Yanto from surabaya"
"Say I'm ready in half an hour"
"okay"
I hung up on her. Mr. Yanto is my regular guest, he has used my service 7 times. I started to choose the clothes I wanted to wear. This time I'm wearing a High School uniform costume. I pout my hair in two. This time my makeup was a little plain. Just using the pink lipbalm that adorns my lips.
"Mister Teacher" I said after opening the door of the room that had been knocked on. "Today my late father came" I said again. "Can a disciple punish his teacher sir?" continued again.
"Queenza, your favorite student has been working on PR?" ask again. Yanto liked my surprises. He asked me to do something before executing me in bed.
"Sorry teacher, Queen forgot" I said as I waited on the bed. "Queen sir. Hit queen's ass" I continued. Yanto then hit me. And without further ado began to attack me from various directions, until finally Pak Yanto collapsed on my body after completing his mission.
"Queenza, that's what oom likes from you. You never make oom bosen" he said as he kissed my forehead. I smiled gently.
"Talk while taking a bath yuk oom" I said as I pulled her into the bathroom. In the bathroom we did it again. I do not care how many oom yanto do to me, because then the rupiah coffers that will be given will be more and more will also make me satisfied. Yes it is true that not all guests who visit me can meet the climax I want. Only a few of them make me happy. Not infrequently also in a day I never once got the peak core. Although I have 5 guests. And I had to finish it myself, when the night was late. accompanied by a bottle of beer and cigarettes in my hand I started playing with the crybaby using my hand. If they say all women like me feel the same pleasure as the users of their services, then I will answer it all lies. Not everyone can feel that pleasure. We are only tasked to bring our service users to the top. Completing his mission, without being able to demand more on them to also finish us off towards the top. Maybe there are some of them that can bring us to the top. But only a small part. The rest they just want for them, without caring about us. There were even some of them who were rude to us comfort women. Some treat us gently. Cradled us, and asked us to talk before we got into bed. Even though someone directly beat us on the bed without speaking. Complete the mission and just leave while throwing tips money at us. The man who wears my body is varied. Only one can make me survive. Just my determination to lead my family to a better life.
