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Chapter 1 CEO's Favorite Comfort Woman

Tak ....

Tak ....

The sound of high heels stepped up, heading towards the man who was waiting for him, sitting with his hands on a lawn chair. "Are you done?" asked the twenty-something man.

He was a young CEO named Reynold Bill Timur, who had just been named one of the richest young men in Asia.

The girl he was meeting now was Ajeng Kirei Iswari, she was a prostitute in Macau R.A. and had been dating Bill for about ten years, since they were in junior high school.

Ajeng looked deeply at Bill, he didn't usually ask that question to Ajeng who had just finished serving the guests.

"I'm getting married tomorrow!" Bill continued, which made Ajeng gasp stiffly.

Ajeng's lips trembled, her heart was touched ... finally Ajeng's hopes and prayers were now granted, Bill's family could accept it and were willing to marry their son to a lowly girl like Ajeng.

"But i-it's too soon, I haven't even said anything to my family, Bill!" Ajeng replied stammeringly.

Bill shook his head slowly, then looked back at Ajeng and grasped her fingers tightly. "Not with you, Jeng... but I was set up with a woman of papa's choice," Bill's voice was heavy.

Suddenly Ajeng bowed her head, shedding her tears. She could only sob as she swallowed the bitter fate that always favored her.

"Do you accept? Do you have the heart for me? Then what about our relationship? It's all in vain, Bill! Why not with me, Bill? Why? Because I'm dirty? Disgusting? Or trash in your family's eyes? You know very well why I'm forced to do this job!" a series of questions from Ajeng rebelled.

Bill immediately hugged Ajeng, burying his face in the shoulder of the girl he loved so much. Then shed his tears uncontrollably, not only Ajeng who was devastated by this arranged marriage. Bill was also broken into pieces. His heart has been closed to anyone ... there is only Ajeng in it and will not be replaced by anyone.

The roar of hot breath in Ajeng's ear made her heart ache even more, Ajeng pushed Bill's body gently. Sweeping away the tear stains on Bill's face and throwing a smile at him.

"Go home, Bill ... get enough rest. Because tomorrow will be a very tiring day for you."

Ajeng got up ... her body was too weak to walk, but she tried to be strong enough to leave the man who would belong to another woman tomorrow.

However, just as Ajeng was about to take a step. Her arm was restrained by Bill. "Pliss, honey! Please don't leave me!" Bill begged.

Ajeng smiled wryly, "I'll wait in room No. 812," she said as she loosened Bill's grip.

Then Ajeng continued her steps, she tried to calm down as much as possible and let go of the thing that was very hard to let go of.

Klek!

She opened the black door with the number 812 in front of it, before Ajeng could enter. An old woman about half a century old with a super frenzied makeup like a pantura star, called her name as she swayed walking towards Ajeng.

"Hello, my most beautiful Honey... we have a special guest! You can't refuse! The pay is very high and this is a special guest for you!" said the woman who was often called mami.

Ajeng who felt that she had made a promise to her lover quickly refused mami's order, "Mam, sorry ... this time I can't, I have a little business."

"Cih! This is not a request, Honey, this is an order that you must do!" said mami with both hands wrapped arrogantly around her waist.

Ajeng swallowed her saliva, she looked at the woman in front of her uncertainly. "Just this one time... please, Mommy! I've served forty-five men from morning until now! I'm tired too, let me relieve my fatigue a little!" she murmured in a voice full of emphasis.

"It's your job!" mami replied sternly with a sharp glare.

The half-century-old woman pushed Ajeng into the room, then locked it from the outside.

Ajeng collapsed on the floor, inching toward the door and leaning her head against it. She closed her eyes with an audible sob.

However, even screaming and crying about her fate would not change the situation. Even to rebel was a useless thing to do, it would make Ajeng lose a lot of energy.

While Ajeng's energy is very important for Ajeng, who is famous for being a senior in welcoming guests with maximum satisfaction. Although Ajeng herself is only twenty-four years old.

Kreeeekk ... the sound of the door pedal being turned, at this time Ajeng hoped it was Bill.

Ajeng stood staring at the door, and there came a yellow-haired, blue-eyed man in a navy-colored suit.

And ... wait a minute, Ajeng saw Bill's face faintly behind him. Just as Ajeng wanted to make sure, the door was closed hard.

"Hello my love," greeted the man with oriental face.

Ajeng just smiled in a nod, this time Ajeng was confused by the situation. She was afraid that what she saw earlier was really Bill and he was now waiting behind the door. What would happen if Bill heard her moaning from behind the door?

Although Bill knew Ajeng's job since four years, but never once Ajeng showed her work clearly to Bill. Because Ajeng was still thinking about the feelings of the man she loved so much.

The man whose name was unknown walked towards Ajeng, "Is this the best woman in Macau R.A? I paid you a lot of money not to stand stiff like a mannequin!" he muttered, circling around Ajeng's body as he watched her body from bottom to top.

The man threw off his suit, shirt, and pants. Until this time the man was completely naked without a single piece of cloth. He sat at the end of the bed by spreading his legs.

"Come here, Dear ...," he called.

Ajeng walked slowly over to him and bent down to the man's towering pedals. "I'm sorry, maybe my service this time won't be able to satisfy you... I'm honestly very tired!" Ajeng said quietly, thinking of Bill who she feared was standing at the door waiting for her.

The man grinned, then stood up and threw Ajeng's body onto the bed roughly. "Okay... if that's the case, I'll lead the game!" he said lightly.

As he walked over to retrieve the knife from his pants pocket, Ajeng panicked and gaped at the knife that was pointed at her.

Kreeeeeek!

The sound of the cloth being torn by the knife, now Ajeng's beautiful body is wide open. The man was mesmerized by the beauty of Ajeng's body. As if he didn't want to miss that beauty, he guided Ajeng to spread out and let himself savor her body from bottom to top.

The man was completely captivated by the beauty and softness of Ajeng's body, he traced and devoured the body with such lust. The man's breathing seemed to race and gasp, but Ajeng still didn't dare to utter a single word even if it was just a sigh.

Ajeng's body shook, as the man put all his hands into Ajeng's pleasure hole.

Ajeng bit her lips hard, making sure her voice would not come out of her mouth.

However, the man saw that Ajeng was not moaning at all and instead accelerated the pumping of his hands. He dipped his big hand fully and gave the signal to hit Ajeng's hole with force like a fist.

Brugh!

"AKHHH!" Ajeng moaned involuntarily, the moan was very strong and the man's hand pumping became more and more. Until Ajeng could no longer hold back her sighs.

"Amhhh ... amhh," Ajeng's voice was out of her control.

Making the man even more eager to play with Ajeng, now he unites his body to Ajeng. Moving his body quickly until Ajeng shuddered for the umpteenth time.

Then the yellow-haired man was apparently not satisfied with his own game, he guided Ajeng to style according to his wishes. Until Ajeng was overwhelmed by the burly man's game.

The atmosphere of the quiet room was now only heard the sound of the roar of breath that hunted each other accompanied by hot moans.

After two hours, the man finally stood up wearing all his equipment and stepped out of Ajeng. Without a word.

When Ajeng saw that the man wanted to leave, she got up and walked quickly to the door and sure enough, just as she had expected. Bill was standing beside the door with his hands raised lightly on his waist. Now the lovers are staring at each other with stiff eyes ....

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