Caroline doesn't have any dreams, because she only wants one thing, and that is to make a lot of money.
Strictly speaking, becoming a rich man should be considered one of the dreams, but in this world, there is probably no one who doesn’t want to be rich. So from now on, wanting to make money does not seem to be a dream worth showing off.
Her life is so simple that it is so common in this country where the conflict between poverty and wealth is sharp.
When she was three years old, her father was hit by a stray bullet during another armed conflict and died.
Later, her mother told her that resuscitation efforts failed when her father was sent to the hospital... But when Caroline grew up, she seriously suspected that it was because her family really couldn't raise the money.
She had almost no impression of the man who gave him life. It was only in the process of getting along with her mother and through her mother's occasional memories that she learned a little bit about this man.
He spent his whole life running around for money, greedy and greedy, and in the end he lost his life because he had no money. Caroline felt that only money in this world could give her a sufficient sense of security.
Later, when she was five years old, her mother remarried an older man in his forties.
This old man was naturally poor when he was young, otherwise he wouldn't have waited until he was in his forties to save enough money to get his wife, and he was just a widow with a young child like Caroline's mother. As for the young girl
, thinking about it, the old man who later became her stepfather could only look back and sigh.
Or because there is no money.
Of course, she felt that this old man was indeed kind to her mother.
Her stepfather ran a motorcycle repair shop. It was not big and the business was not very good, but it was enough to maintain the family's livelihood. However, Caroline hated this kind of life.
She couldn't stand the stench of the engine oil, and she couldn't stand the feeling of the old man's oil-stained palms touching her head. His hands looked like they had been soaked in a smelly ditch for three days and three nights. It was as terrifying as
.
She envied those girls who could wear beautiful clothes and sit in cars.
Every time Caroline saw a child about her own age lying on the car window looking at her through the glass in a car on the road, she would deliberately put her hands behind her back and try her best to
Let one foot of the shoe with a hole hide behind the other foot.
She didn't want others to see her dark palms, the black edges on her nails that couldn't be washed away no matter how hard she washed them, and she didn't even want others to see her wearing shoes that exposed her toes.
She looked at the children sitting in a very good car away from each other (although she later learned that such cars were actually very low-end), and looked at the buildings in front of them. They were completely different from the shacks where she lived.
But the distance between the two is ridiculously only one street.
Yes, just a street. Not the street and the end of the street, but just this side and that side of the road.
Caroline hopes she can become rich.
Later, the mother gave birth to a child with her stepfather, which naturally added a huge amount of expenses to the family.
Because of the addition of a younger brother, the originally narrow room became even more cramped. Caroline couldn't stand the sound of her new brother crying every time in the middle of the night, so she could only move to a dirty maintenance room to sleep.
The front room of the home.
Caroline hopes that she can become rich and at least have her own room.
When she was fourteen years old, Caroline met a man. This man came to her stepfather's maintenance department to repair cars. I heard that this guy was a pimp. Having been around this place since she was a child, Caroline naturally didn't like it.
Don’t you know what kind of profession a car pimp is?
This man said he could give her a chance to make a lot of money.
Without any hesitation, Caroline agreed to this man. She remembered that the first business order she took was on the night of her fourteenth birthday. Because she was too tired from work, her family went to bed early.
, apparently also forgot that it was her birthday.
Caroline didn't feel that it was so sad to betray her first time on her fourteenth birthday because the man told her that the first time could often sell for a very high price.
She didn't feel that selling her body was such a despicable thing. Just like her stepfather, he also made money by working. It's just that what his stepfather sold was his hands, while she was selling her body.
For the first time, Caroline slept with an old man who was almost the same age as her stepfather. The old man was obviously obsessed with her body. Even after enjoying Caroline's first time, he continued to do so.
Stay connected with Caroline.
Caroline began to meet more clients through her initial pimp, and also began to communicate with other sex workers and learn more skills because she knew that if the skills were good enough, her charges per session could be increased.
few.
She began to meet more pimps, and her customer base gradually increased. At the age of sixteen, Caroline had begun to work alone. Without the introduction fee that the agent made money, Caroline felt that she was truly earning money.
More.
By the way, sixteen years old was also the day she left home.
There is no reason, it's just that my family found out about my work and caused a big fuss.
Oh, by the way, it was the night of her sixteenth birthday, two years after she sold her body for the first time on her fourteenth birthday.
Originally, she planned to tell her mother that night that she had money to buy a decent two-story building, and their family could move there.
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"Mr. Neymar's party?"
Caroline is putting on makeup in the living room. Because the weather is relatively hot, she only wears a pair of underwear. The air conditioner here is just a second-hand one that consumes a lot of electricity, and the electricity bill is relatively expensive.
The person who was talking to her was another woman with the same profession as her, who was only wearing underwear. Her name was Livia, she was older than Caroline, in her twenties or thirties. At this time, Livia was already wearing heavy makeup.
, ready to put on stockings.
Before this, Livia had just answered a phone call and now, she was telling Caroline the content of the phone call.
Livia said: "Yes, they said they need two more women and asked me if I can go."
"How much does it cost?" Caroline frowned.
There are several types of so-called parties. Some are simply used as a warm-up. Such parties generally do not involve any direct transactions. They just invite women to come and play. Of course, like Caroline, you can also interact with the party in private.
Customers negotiate business, but this only depends on luck. Another option is to rent a place, which is equivalent to collective whoring/prostitution.
"Reserve the venue and take the tip yourself." Livia said happily.
Caroline thought about it for a while and felt that it was indeed a good job. Mr. Neymar is certainly not a big deal among the more than seven or eight slums in Rio, but if it is just here, then he belongs to this place.
emperor.
In this era where there are many gangs, gangs control the slums, and the police are not allowed to enter, Neymar is naturally the master of the place where Caroline is.
The guests he held at the party were naturally rich and generous, and the tips alone were probably much higher than the remuneration for this job. She couldn't even think of any reason for her to refuse.
As for Neymar being a dangerous guy, a dangerous person in the eyes of the Rio police... What does this have to do with Caroline?
At least the uniformed police couldn't bring order to the place, but Neymar did.
This country can provide protection to the residents of this place, and Neymar has done so. He even paid for medicines, even paid to take care of homeless orphans, and advanced medical expenses for those who were seriously injured.
"Then hurry up! I'll reply." Livia said immediately.
Caroline, who was biting her eyebrow pencil, made an OK gesture, stood up, started to put on the black bra she had recovered from the balcony, and then began to spray perfume on her hair and neck.
"Get in the car quickly!"
Soon after, at Livia's urging, Caroline hurriedly put on her high heels, got into the car driven by her introducer, and rushed towards Neymar's home.
…
Neymar's home is on a high slope in the local area, but he is still surrounded by simple low-rise houses. Even with Neymar's current wealth, it is obviously not a problem to move to the rich area next door, and it is even possible.
Purchasing a villa makes even the wife sigh, but obviously for Neymar, this is the safest place.
There was a fairly large swimming pool in the white villa. When Caroline and Livia followed the introducer and came in after being checked by the bodyguards at the door, many people had gathered around the swimming pool.
Caroline saw some acquaintances here. Of course, the so-called acquaintances were all her peers.
She counted briefly and found that including herself, there were thirteen women in total. Perhaps there were others in the villa that were driving men crazy right now?
Caroline picked up a man who was quite capable last night and worked until two or three o'clock in the morning. When she woke up during the day, it was already afternoon and she didn't have time to eat before she picked up the current business and came all the way.
It was already five or six o'clock in the afternoon, and I was already hungry.
Livia's situation was similar to hers. The two of them simply didn't look for their prey immediately. They planned to eat something first. There was a lot of exquisite food placed next to the swimming pool.
Obviously, in Caroline's opinion, these foods alone are enough to pay for this work.
"That guy..." Livia, who was holding a plate of cold food, suddenly stopped holding the fork in his hand and became slightly surprised.
Caroline looked towards her gaze and found that what Livia was paying attention to was a bald man with a thick beard. She couldn't help but asked curiously: "Your guest?"
"If I could do his business, I probably wouldn't have to rent your house anymore." Livia rolled her eyes at her good friend and landlord without curiosity.
"Then who is he?"
Livia said: "His name is Joseph, and he is the confidant of the boss of the Poly slum next door. I heard that he used to be a black boxer and killed many people. One punch can even kill a bull! The last time I went to the Poly District next door
I saw him at a party when I was working. The host of the party was very respectful to him at the time! It’s strange, how did this guy come to Neymar’s boss’ party? Could it be that there is some cooperation between the two bosses?”
Caroline didn't care about the connection between these big shots. She just stared at Livia, making the other person feel guilty for a while, "What's wrong? Looking at me like this?"
Caroline smiled and said: "Livia, when did you take over the party job next door? Why didn't I know?"
"It's not my fault!" Livia suddenly screamed exaggeratedly: "That day, your aunt! She said she couldn't start work and wanted to go shopping alone, so I went there by myself! I was talking about you! I came back that day
You haven't come back yet, you're so mysterious, maybe you took the job secretly and didn't take me with you, right? Auntie is also a fake, right?"
"You are seeking death! Don't you know my time!" Caroline snorted a few times, but did not continue to ask Livia about this matter.
The two women suddenly started to fight, and then accidentally, they fell into the pool, causing a lot of splashes. The men next to the pool whistled and walked towards the two.
The two people who had just emerged from the water obviously did not expect that such a move would attract several men. They looked at the men on the edge of the swimming pool who stretched out their hands to pull them, and looking at their fiery eyes, they knew that work was going to happen.
coming.
"Don't fight with me, the two on the left are mine tonight, watch me squeeze them dry!" Livia said with a rippling smile.
Caroline shrugged, obviously not having any problem with this. The men at the party were in very good condition.
Caroline is not like she used to be. Now she is more inclined to quality. So she showed a charming smile and placed her hand on the palm of a dark-skinned but strong young man in front of her.
Well, he's quite handsome.
…
When the pool was splashed with water and there was movement, the strong man Joseph, who was noticed by Livia, frowned and looked out the window.
He didn't stop there since he came in. He was led by Neymar's boss all the way to the study room on the upper floor of the villa.
"It's just for the ladies below to play, don't worry."
Behind Joseph, an older man with a strong body and a gray beard smiled at this time. He was the gang leader of this place, Neymar.
"Which one do you like? I'll have someone bring it to you later." Neymar smiled and said very hospitably: "Believe me, my friend, each of these girls today will satisfy you.
!”
"Let's talk about fun things after we finish talking about serious matters." Joseph responded simply, then turned around and stared at the third person in Neymar's study.
There are only three people in the study room at the moment.
He is just a man with an oriental face, and he looks to be less than thirty years old. Orientals are generally shorter in stature, and this man is not out of this category. In terms of height, he is probably only as high as Joseph's chest.
But Joseph obviously did not underestimate any of the other party's actions at this time, because he knew the origin of this man, which was also the main purpose of his coming to Neymar's territory this time.
"Are you Mr. Song?" Joseph asked seriously.
The man smiled slightly, stood up, and said politely: "Hello, I'm Song Haoran, nice to meet you, Mr. Joseph."
Joseph nodded, stretched out his hand, and said, "I'm also happy to meet you...the staff officer of 'Iris'."
