WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
KARMA HARSO

From night to night Kamilia got smarter preening. Collecting rupiah for rupiah from his courage to take off clothes to his customers.

Aunty Melly rose to fame among lovers of love shortly after the arrival of Kamilia. Of course from month to month Kamilia coffers are increasingly bulging. Kamilia was no longer a dull country girl, money had turned her into as beautiful as a model.

"Mila, don't forget to send your sister money!" aunt Melly's orders. One night when there was a thick-tailed hitchhiker hooked Kamilia. The man was royal and seemed to like the treat that Kamilia presented.

"Sure, Aunt .. sure," Kamilia replied.

Kamilia never forgot to send money to her mother in the village, through her neighbor's account she succeeded in making her mother now appreciated by people. Since Kamilia worked, her mother does not suck anymore if you make just shopping for food.

Aunt Melly was very attentive to her men. They should dress like an artist. Of course with the purpose of the rupiah flowing. He is also ready to install the body if his men are harassed, there is a story of his men until the blisters are poked **** rubber.

Already this week, Kamilia was visited by a thick-pocketed male figure. He always came for Kamilia alone, unwilling to be served by others. Kamila was flattered, in return the girl gave her best service.

It has become a pride in the success of men there must be women beside him. The same thing is happening to Kamilia. That thick-tailed huck wants to make her a mistress. He wanted to make Kamilia his only possession.

"Enak dong level up!" calista Eject. The girl thaws, as Aunt Melly tells the man's wish, in front of everyone.

I don't know why the girl hates Kamilia. However, Kamilia did not care, there was no time to think about people.

"How, Mila?" ask Aunt Melly. "Mr Hendra has chosen you, you're lucky."

Kamilia smiled, nodding in agreement. His heart was a little calmer, not having to smile all night now. Money comes without being sought.

From tonight, Kamilia becomes the epitome of Mr. Hendra's supremacy. The man was proud to be the owner of the Aunty Melly brothel. He stepped dashingly while holding the beautiful woman.

"Remember my message" whispered Aunt Melly.

"Surely, Aunt .. sure," Kamilia replied.

*****

A tiny house was reserved for Kamilia. Mr. Hendra never involved Kamilia in his business dealings. The woman also kept herself from interfering in Mr. Hendra's affairs. Kamilia was just thinking how pleasant Mr. Hendra was in bed.

"Come, do you love me?" One night, after a fight in bed, Mr. Hendra asked him. Kamilia simply looked down, smiling sweetly. An adorable face that drains Mr. Hendra's money.

Love, Kamilia believes Mr. Hendra is not that naive. Loves prostitutes, while there is a better legitimate wife in his palace.

"Love?" repeat Mr. Hendra.

Kamilia kept smiling not daring to answer. It was enough to make Mr. Hendra not to land one intoxicating kiss. The man was so proud to have the greatest whore of our time. The woman was also comfortable curled up in Mr. Hendra's arms.

Back they spill the flavor. Wrestling in a million meanings, there is no need for love to happen that way. Kamilia only needs money and the lust of Mr. Hendra who bersingas satisfied.

"You lost, sir, hihihihi," said Kamilia

while giggling.

"Where I lose, I never lose" said Mr. Hendra.

"And I .. will never win but .. hihihi." Kamilia chuckled.

" ... other than in bed .. I know the answer," Mr. Hendra said.

Being the best is Kamilia's obligation, if not to have her position shifted. He cannot seem depressed or complain. All the pain in his heart vanished into the pile of money.

Recalling her revenge, Kamilia planned something for Harso.

*****

The smell of cigarette smoke and drinks filled the small room. The room felt crowded with frenetic music dangdut. Flickering lights swirling overhead.

Harso laughed out loud as Mr. Ibrahim shuffled back the dominoes. The old man mocked the man he had beaten. Mr. Kamilia is indeed increasingly valuing gambling.

"Sweet, look at that old man! He seemed to be no longer able to match me," Harso told the girl in his arms.

The girl just smiled while nodding. His face was white with powder and his lips were thick. A young girl who yearns for her life to the striped-nose men.

"I'm your opponent, Harso!" Suddenly someone came in the middle of the smoke. He came and sat down in front of Harso.

"Hahaha hahaha, who are you? How dare you challenge me?" ask Harso.

"I'm Andre, what's your bet?"

"My entire judge tonight." Harso was confident that once he would win, he risked his judgment money. He poured out a pile of lucky money.

Andre was the same, he took out a money clap that still stinks of banks. Tonight he has to win, otherwise ....

Several times they lost and won in turn. Until one phone call interrupted Andre.

"Have you done it!?"

"Ready, Mom, get it done!"

"Now!"

"Yes, Mom, ready!"

Now, Andre is serious about fighting Harso. He must finish the task immediately. His ability at the gambling table had already sent him here. Someone paid him dearly.

Andre could quickly read whatever cards the opponent had. Dominoes have been very familiar with how to play it. After closing the opponent's card. Various large balaks were shown Harso at the table.

Apparently Harso's money was insufficient to pay for his defeat. Of course Andre was angry. The commotion could no longer be avoided.

Andre clutching Harso's collar. Harso did not fight back because he felt wrong. Andre releases a ton of it into Harso's face, blood spurting from his nose.

"Absolutely, Bang!" shout Harso.

"How dare you deceive an Andre!" exclaim Andre.

Back the raw bogem was floated, this time the kick was also aimed at his chest. Harso collapsed, Andre still stomped his hand hard. "Krek" sounds like a broken bone. Andre stopped after Harso collapsed helplessly. Andre took some pictures.

The woman smiled with satisfaction looking at the photo sent by Andre. It is not in vain that he pays the gambler dearly. Harso's dirty hands have received his karma.

The woman recalls the past. Two years ago, money had become an opium for him. The money made him fall into this black mud. Money makes her mother smile. So did Harso's hand get broken for money.

Mr. Hendra never let him lack money. The origin of the best smile when removing the buttons of his clothes presented Kamilia perfectly.

Suddenly there was another taste rustling in Kamilia's heart. Make comfortable and restless. It was like seeing Saiful every day. The young man was now in his mind.