The Obsession of the Enthusiast

RP 8

About an hour later, though,

“Bangs*at, tired really me,” Kasep sitting half lying down while sucking cigars booty from the room Big Boss Opal Corporate.

“But quite coeg paid a million for push rank entar malem,” murmured Agus, still while lying down too. “Ohok!Ohok!Ohok!!” and he coughed too.

Kasep and Kevin chuckled at Agus' inability to suck a cigar.

“Si bedul cigar tip not cut first,” mumbled Kasep.

“The cousin should not be inhaled bego, you can be poisoned! It's the same as cigarettes!” muttered Kevin.

“Nikmatinnya tuh little cuy, not at once,”

“He is an expert! Tomorrow become brand ambassador isep-icep cigars,” grumbled Agus.

“Gue isep also life lo,” muttered Kevin.

Then they fell silent while thinking,

“Tadi tuh I dare to swear a puddle of red as blood on the floor,” muttered Kasep.

“That's a puddle of rust, not blood,” Kevin said.

“Lo serious Kev? Are you sure you?”

“According to my vision the puddle contains Fe2O3.nH2O, in the form of oxides or carbonates whose color is brown-red applies as anode, where iron oxidizes,” Kevin said in a fully satirical tone.

The case is silent, Agus is silent.

“Gue suddenly became more dizzy than before,”

“Who is desi?” ask Agus.

“Oxidation, imaginary power lo height cuy,”

And they came back silent.

“That room has been abandoned how many years anyway until the pile of paper as high as our snore?!” kasep.

“Gue took care there are all divorce files, there are still calls from the police, there are invitations from the United Kingdom,”

“Gue no kegencet dead gecko, ant nest, rice wrap padang,”

“It is hard to believe there are so-so in an office this luxurious,”

“Iya,” Kevin took a thin bottle from the pocket of his school shirt and vertical its contents.

Kasep and Agus looked at him,

“What’an tuh?”

Kevin grinned, “The Whiskey, I picked up from Big Boss' closet,”

“Naudzubillah min dzalik,” murmured Agus.

“This for!” sis Kasep's.

“Woy, your prayers are not accepted 40 days! Regular gasoline mabok, this sok-sok’an drink whiskey!” agus prevents Kasep.

Before long, a brief message notification was heard on Kevin's phone.

From Mommy. "Tomorrow in the morning at 10, will you? Special clients just talk. If it's a creeping affair, it's up to you,"

"How much?" kevin asked, while Agus and Kasep were still debating about whether Kasep should drink whiskey.

"5 million a day" replied Mami.

Kevin cringing. Pay is cheaper because it's all day, but don't fuck.

"How did he like it?" ask Kevin. Because spend all day, if the person is not nice to see it will be boring.

"My relationship won't disappoint. This one's busty chest, haha!"

"It's all that, but most of it's not genuine, it can't be underestimated" Kevin typed in with a cynical smile.

"Gue feels shunned, you brat," replied Mami.

Kevin chuckled, then typed again, "But all the necessities and shopping, dependents of him yes. I just want to be a show,"

"Yes, it's,"

"Okay Mam, Shareloc," type Kevin.

"Sip!"

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Kevin sits on one of the sofas in the waiting area of a 5-star hotel in the Mega Kuningan area. The hotel lobby is full of milling boules and young executives. As Kevin knows, this hotel is indeed located in an elite office area and close to many embassies. The hotel that Kevin visited today had received a terror threat that was quite horrendous to the world in 2003. The year that Kevin hadn't even planned to be born into the world.

(In this novel, for the convenience of the Covid 19 pandemic event is not shown, please the reader's knowledge.)

Kevin sends a message to Mami informing him that he has arrived at the lobby. The procedure, later Mami will tell the client about Kevin's whereabouts. Most hotels today, to go upstairs have to use their own special room card, so there are no strangers other than guests walking down the corridor of the unit at will.

Before long, while Kevin was checking his subscriber comments, someone stopped his steps in front of Kevin.

The first guy to see because he was down, was the high heels of Tory Burch who seemed sexy.

Then skinny calves that are as white as marble.

Pastel-colored skirt with elegant white brocade, white Chanel belt scattered with precious stones, and above again... Challenging D cup chest.

Not only that, the pointy chin, sensual lips and my eyes were looking at him deeply as if making Kevin feel in the area of Olympus, the garden of the Greek Gods.

This beautiful woman in front of me! Inner Kevin. He immediately shakes.

"You're Kevin?" ask the woman. Her voice is hoarse and sexy. The kind that when saying 'hm' alone has made the heard the wrong thought.

"Yes," replied Kevin still with a dumb look.

The woman extended her clasped hand. Long and taper nails with glittering paint.

"Nirmala," he said, introducing himself.

"Oh, yes Auntie," Kevin stood up and shook his hand.

The woman's hand was frail, felt in Kevin's palm.

Nirmala looked at Kevin from top to bottom. Then smile with satisfaction.

"We go upstairs, yuk" Nirmala finally asked.

Kevin nodded, then followed the woman.

In silence, Kevin watched Nirmala from behind.

Nirmala, a rare name, means unholy without blemish. If you look at his posture, everything still looks tight and well maintained. But I don't know behind the clothes, Kevin can only guess. A wrinkle on the back of her hand indicates she is over 30 years old even though her face looks like 20 years old.

Nirmala opened her bedroom door and let Kevin in first. Kevin passed by while still looking into his eyes and smiling faintly.

"What do you want to drink, Kevin?" nirmala asked as she opened the mini-fridge in the cabinet.

"What's so sweet Auntie?" Kevin looked down at the fridge. Nirmala turned her head in shock because Kevin was already nearby.

Fragrant, thought Nirmala.

It smells different from kids his age. This one looks more 'expensive'. Think Nirmala again.

"You choose yourself, yes" said Nirmala as she moved to the counter to make coffee.

Kevin picked out a soda and sat on the sofa while opening the can. Then I looked out the hotel window.

Cloudy.

It might rain soon.

Nirmala sat in front of Kevin while stirring her tea.

The corner of his eyes still looked at this young man in front of him, who was relaxed as if he was at home. Most likely he was already used to the atmosphere of the hotel and met many people like Nirmala.

"So where do I want to go with my aunt? Or just at the hotel?" kevin asked directly as he straightened his sodas.

"It depends on my mood" said Nirmala.

"I just this time accompany 'just chatting' usually do not need to talk much,"

"Hem, straight up?" nirmala Fishing.

"That's how,"

"Why did you take this path to earn money? You're from a broken home?"

"Not really, my mother had a warteg, my father was dead, I went to school in a superior school, most people's lives. But," Kevin straightened his sodas. "I just used my face to make a lot of money. Enter agency models want to wait until when to become rich? Many were also more handsome and muscular bodies larger than mine,"

"So you're rich now?"

"Stay far away, Auntie. I have only been in this field for 3 months, at least my life did not wander very," Kevin grinned.

"Then,"

"Shhhh!" Kevin prevented Nirmala from speaking further by raising her index finger. "Now is not the time to talk. But it's aunt Nirmala's turn,"

Nirmala raised her eyebrows, then smiled faintly.

"What I'm talking about, not for publication,"

"Yes, I have to keep it until the burrow. I see, right?"

"Which movie is that?"

"Hehe, funny Aunt too," Kevin moved up, then sat down next to Nirmala. Their thighs touch each other.

Nirmala took a breath and exhaled to calm herself.

"It looks like you're used to older women huh,"

"That's my specialty. At my age, I'm not very comfortable,"

"Why is that?"

"The behavior of girls my age is mostly labile, selfish, possessive, and spoiled. If it has been above 30 years it is calmer and calmer. Also more experience in bed, they can know which spots to touch and what to do. If there is a desire is also directly said, do not use the codes of strange ambush,"

Nirmala looked happy.

"Well, you're really experienced, huh,"

"Not really, everything just flows," Kevin shrugged his shoulders at a glance. "Aunty has a husband?"

"I just filed a divorce proceeding with the District Court,"

"Hoo, usually the one who booked me because of loneliness. Auntie don't want any bed scenes?"

"I can satisfy myself, but I don't have a conversation partner,"

"I'm not a good talkative, you know,"

"Ohya? Why did I think otherwise, yes,"

"Oh that? Hehe, so embarrassed," Kevin grinned while scratching his nape.

And next the chat became more and more familiar, telling each other their lives.

From starting dreams in the future, dark pasts, people they like, people they hate, their hobbies, to favorite foods and getting them on topic ... Style of intimate.

"It weighs almost 70 kg and he asked for the style of carrying a wall, what is his name in Kamasutra I was confused! Do you care about my trunk? Ti**t I didn't break it, Auntie!" said Kevin.

Nirmala looked up at Kevin's story to the point that he wiped her tears.

"I remember her chest C cup, "Nirmala started her story. "By buying in Victoria's Secret is usually the size of a big model bule, I'm khilaf because I have not eaten sushi for a long time. As I drink, goshaaa that front strap of my bra broke! My client got to the bengong pas loam it gushed from the hook! My very Maaaaluuu! I've been in Cup D since and I don't want to eat much!"

Kevin pegged to banging on the sofa, "Oh tantee, if you want to mukbang tuh use negligent ajaaa,"

"If I want to eat AYCE at a restaurant, my next partner must be aware that I actually use negligee,"

"Eh, regarding food, I also have experience. So my client is a sambel fan. When I came it turned out he was again snacking on a level 15 basreng while waiting for me. Maybe because he's been burning my lust, just so he opened my pants and went into his mouth, without him having a chance to drink, so ..."

"Wait on! Wait!" prevent Nirmala from panicking with a face of disbelief, "That's really hot dong!"

"Tante, I'm crying in the bathroom! The problem is not lost even though I flush cold water! Nista ituuu!"

"Keviiin yahaha hahahahaha!!!"

"There was another aunt, so the story goes when I was invited to the beach and it turned out to be jellyfish season ..."

Their conversation continued until lunch time. They chatted like close friends. Because all this time there were no friends who could be divided for the secret thing.