January 2018, I’m in Jakarta on a weeks holiday. I’m a Tinder God. It’s my last night. I’m swiping through Tinder for a last hoorah. Ruby takes my attention. 22, sleepy eyes, perfect arse and of course my weakness, her slim stomach. She has sex written all over her.  We message and I invite her for coffee.

“I’m an escort” She says.

I’m about to move on and I think to myself, why not? I’ve just fucked half a dozen girls for free, why not pay for something I like.

“How much” I ask

“2 million”

“I’m sure you’re worth it, but I could only pay 1 million.” I say. At this stage I was still just tyre kicking. I had another couple girls that could potentially come over and I wouldn’t have to pay.

“Ok” She replies.

I hold off confirming for an hour to see how my other potential dates pan out. I get sick of waiting and send her my address.

I meet her in my apartment lobby and she is every bit as hot as I hoped. She is small, 155cm. Short black hair. I don’t normally like short hair, but it suits her face. Her skin is dark and her body is perfect. Her tits are sticking out, they must be padded, I think. I open the door to the elevators for her and watch her walk in. Her bubble bum fits perfectly in her jeans, well that can’t be padded.

We get to my room. We take our shoes off and sit on the couch. I get her some water. I know this is a whore, but I want to enjoy the experience, no need to rush. I also figure the sex will be better if she has some comfort. We start getting to know each other chit chat. She seems nice. I move the topic to sexual questions and we talk about what we like. This is different because it’s like a date, but I am paying for sex, so unlike regular dates the sex is a foregone conclusion.

I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. She weighs nothing, less than 40KG. We take our clothes off and I am even more impressed with her naked. There was no padding in the bra, her perky tits stand to attention. I lie on the bed and she crawls over to me like a cat. The slow movements of her body are perhaps the sexiest thing I have ever seen. She takes my cock and gives a good blowjob. I motion to her to spin around into 69 so I can eat her pussy while she works on me. She crawls up to me with a half-smile, her soft sleepy eyes full of sex. Slowly she lifts her leg over my head so her pussy and arse hole are right in my face. She sways from side to side letting me appreciate her holes. I am awestruck. I don’t think I have never experienced a girl this hot and this confident with her sexuality. I grab her arse and pull her pussy down on my face. It tastes , very good – I can’t possibly wear a condom with a pussy this nice.

After a while I push her off, lie her on her back, and start to move in between her legs.

“Do you have a condom?” She asks.

“Yes.” I say as I continue to move my raw cock towards her delicious little hole. I kiss her and she wiggles her hips pulling my cock into her. Mmmm, it feels as good as it tastes. I throw her around the bed for half an hour. Everything is perfect. She is the perfect whore. I get her on top and watch her perfect titties bounce as she dances on my cock. I look at her face and in almost shock I think. Fuck, she is so beautiful – flawless.

She asks me not to come in her. I oblige and blow on her stomach. We clean up and have a cuddle. I ask her about her family and life in Jakarta. She lives with her grandma and her dad who has just got out of jail. I don’t press much, but ask if she is close with him. She says no. He only asks her for money. It reminds me of Thailand and it’s a bit sad these pretty girls born with gifts of beauty from their DNA to be expected to take white cock (As I just gave her) so their lazy parents can drink and gamble all day.

She takes off. Oh yeah, and I paid her. I lie in bed satiated, my last night in Jakarta and by far the best sex was a whore. It’s the first girl I have paid in Jakarta. Why don’t I pay for sex more often? I have been here a week and smashing low 7’s. Why wouldn’t I pay $100 for an 8. Especially a nice sweet girl, albeit a whore, like Ruby.

I get back to Australia and stay in touch. I message her one day and she sends me a photo of a fire and tells me her house burnt down and she has nowhere to live. I automatically assume her dad has put her up to this – get money out of foreigner. She never once asked me for money, only told me the story of the fire. And she didn’t fuck around with a small sob story and went straight for the big one. She made me feel genuinely bad for not offering to send any money. I am impressed with her game. I send her $50 via paypal. I figure she is lying, but on the odd chance she is telling the truth I want to help her. And even if she is lying I plan on getting my $50 worth at a later date.

A week later Paypal returns my funds because she didn’t have a connected bank account or something. We continue to message over the next few months and she never asks me for money. I start to think she was telling the truth. I don’t really care either way. If it was a lie it was so bold and beautiful that I give her credit for her game (or her dad’s).

Back to Jakarta

Finally in June I get to go to Jakarta again. I message Ruby the night before I arrive on Tuesday and she says she can’t meet me until Sunday. I’m not really disappointed. I figure she has another client. I have dozens of girls on Tinder wanting to meet me so I sort of forget about her. I smash another 40kg Asian my first day there. She is fun so I take her for dinner afterwards and then bring her back to my apartment for round 2. Although she’s 22, she says she can’t stay the night because she lives with her parents and needs to be home by 11pm – they think she is with her work colleagues. It’s a different culture.

The next day I have a couple unmemorable dates, but no lay. By late afternoon I remember Ruby and message her. She replies and I tell her I want to meet her tonight. She says she’s on her period. The penny drops why she didn’t want to meet me. I tell her I don’t care and want to see her anyway. She says ok and gets a taxi over to my apartment. We talk for a bit and I move her to the bed, she is keen to cuddle, but is holding off letting herself get too warmed up. I’m a bit unsure what to do. I like this girl. I like everything about her, her beautiful dark soft skin, her pretty face, and sweet smell. I love her in my apartment, her youthful energy and beauty, the way she looks me in the eyes, her sexual confidence, her general confidence around me – the way she makes me feel.

But she’s a whore. I have 1 million IDR (AU$100) in my pocket I am going to give her. She wants to hang out with me, but doesn’t want to fuck. That’s very un whore like, but maybe it’s just long game. Whatever she is doing, I am falling for it. She says she’s hungry. I make her some eggs. We get back on the bed and cuddle. She feels so good in my arms. But I want my dick in that sweat little thing. I get up off the bed and just take my clothes off. I then start to take hers off. She’s not impressed, but complies. “I take shower.” She says.

I lie on the bed reading while she cleans up. 5 minutes later the most beautiful little brown fuck machine walks into my room with no clothes on. I lay a towel down on the bed, kiss her amazing body and stick my P in her V. It’s as good as I remember. She gets into it after a bit and I throw her around the bed until I feel like coming and get back on top of her and fill her up with my seed. “What you do to me?” She screams out as she realizes I am blowing in her.

“You’re on your period. It’s safe.” I reply.

“But still not completely safe.” She says.

I can’t really argue with her so just say. “OK. I’m sorry. I won’t do that again.”

“OK” She says forgivingly. “Can you get off me now?”

I look down at her as I am still inside her stirring the porridge.

“No. I want to stay here forever.” I say feeling how good my cock feels in her cum drenched pussy.

I eventually pull out and she goes and has a shower. I take her for dinner and learn more about her. She tells me she has 2 bothers younger than her and one sister older. Her dad went to jail for 15 years for selling drugs and porno DVD’s when she was 4. Her mum moved from their home town to Jakarta for work, a 6 hour train ride away.

“Who looked after you kids?” I asked.

“Just us.” She said. I thought for a moment. She was 4, her sister was 6.

“How old were your bothers?” I asked.

“1 and 2.” She replied. “And you at 4 and your 6 year old sister looked after them.

“Yes.” She said proudly. FUCK. I thought I suffered from neglect in my childhood.

“What about the police? What did they say about you having no parents?”

She looked at me quizzically. “Police? No police.” She said.

I kept pressing her for more of the story. I just couldn’t believe it – like the fire, but she stuck to her story, like she did the fire. We went home after dinner and lay on the couch watching a movie until she left around 11. I handed her 1 million IDR before she left. She smiled as she took it, but didn’t say thanks. I slept like a baby.

Hottest Girl In Jakarta

The next day I am in my apartment lobby with my friend, Timmy who I travelled with from Australia. I look up and see the hottest eastern Europen blonde with a rough looking stocky guy about my age. I look again. This girl is hot. Really hot, like a solid 9. I motion to my mate, who shakes his head in disbelief. She is hanging onto her man’s arm. I can’t help but notice the SMV difference between the 2. Fair game for him I think.

We hop in the elevator to my room and they get in with us. “Where are you from?” I ask the guy.

“My mother.” He replies in a gruff voice, obviously aware that I am only talking to him because his girl is so hot.

“Same.” I say with a smile. “You guys look European, but I can tell from your accent you’re from the US.”

“No.” He says scowling at me. “I’m Canadian.”

“Oh. My apologies.” I joke. “You can call an American a Canadian, but you can’t call a Canadian an American.”

“Yeah. It’s like me calling you a Pom.” He says slightly less aggressively.

“No, it’s like you calling me a New Zealander.” I say with a smile

“Oh yeah.” He says with a half a smile as walks off with the hottest girl in Jakarta.

“And girls don’t like bad boys” Timmy says as the lift doors close. “He was off his face. Did you see him grinding his teeth?”

“I didn’t actually. He manages to keep pretty big for a meth or coke head.” I say

“Yeah. He’s probably full of steroids and trains on amphetamines.” Says Timmy.

The next day I have the swim in the pool and see the Canadian and his girl in the courtyard of their two story condo that overlooks the pool. They have the music blaring and he has his top off and is dancing in front of his girl who is laughing. Without his top on I can see how big he is. Good luck to him I think. He has money, hot girl and is jacked.

Later that day I’m walking with Timmy and pass him at the lifts again. This time he smiles and says “G’day mate.” Making fun of me being an Aussie. I say hi and continue walking. “Haha.” I say to my Timmy. “He shit tested and I passed, now he likes me.”

“I’d keep away from him. Something is not right.” Says Timmy.

A couple days later I see them walk through Grand Indonesia. They are dressed “elegant casual” with brand new high end sports style clothes. They look pretty cool. She looks amazing with some sort of funky running shorts and a solid, but perfect arse. She must work out with him too, I think. But there is still something off. Even though he is jacked and rich there is still what seems like an SMV gap of at least 2 points. Does his gangster vibe really give him two points? I figure it must, but I still can’t reconcile it right in my head. I forget about him and get back to my leads and dates.

Last day in Jakarta

It’s my last day in Jakarta and I’ve booked an 11am and 1pm date with 2 girls from Tinder I haven’t yet met. Then a 4pm date with a cat walk model that I had a date with a couple days ago, got back to my room, but didn’t bang. And then I still have Ruby who wants to see me (or at least get money off me – I’m still not sure.)

My morning date messaged me and said she was wearing a hijab. That is weird I thought. None of her Tinder photos show her in a hijab. Why would you wear it on a date? Who cares. I will buy her a coffee and see what happens. She turns up at Starbucks and looks pretty good. It’s hard to tell under her conservative clothes and hijab, but I can safely say she is not fat or ugly. We start talking and I find out she has never had sex with a white man and hasn’t had sex with anyone for over a year. Mmmm, the idea of being her first bule sounds appealing.

“Why you wear your hijab on a date?” I ask.

“Because this is what I wear. It’s my religion.”

“Do you know why they invented the hijab?” I asked.

“Yes. Because of religion.”

“Yes, But do you know why the Muslim religion made it part of their practice?”

She looks at me and says. “No.” A little unsure.

“It’s to make you less attractive to men.” I say.

“No.” She replies.

“Back in the day of warring tribes when the invaders came they would rape all the women. They worked out that if you wear unflattering clothes and the head scarf then you are less attractive and not as likely to get raped.”

“I don’t think so.” She said.

“You sure?” I asked.

“No, not sure.”

“I want to see what you look like underneath. I can’t tell, but I think you might be quite sexy.”

She smiles and lowers her head. We talk a bit more and then I say. “Let’s go for a walk.”

I walk her to the  grocery store and buy some milk. “Come on I need to put this milk in the fridge in my apartment.”

“OK.” She says. I didn’t even mean to, but think that is a good trick to bounce to my apartment.

We get into my apartment and sit on the couch. I tell her I want to see her without her hijab. She removes it and reveals a mas of curly hair. She is quite pretty. I play with her hair. 5 minutes later we are kissing. 10 minutes later I am carrying her to my room and thrashing her. “When did you last have your period.” I ask.

“Hmmm. 2 weeks ago.” She replies.

“Hmm. I better not come in your then.”

“Yes come outside please.” I put her on her belly, stroke her nice wetness and pull out finishing myself off rubbing my cock in between her but cheeks. Well that worked out well, I thought, as I blew all over her back, took a photo and sent it to Timmy. I told her I had a lunch meeting with my friend and we needed to hurry. We got dressed and I dropped her at the grab bike rank and went back to Grand Indonesia mall for another date.

I didn’t like my next date enough to fuck so we just had lunch. I still had Camelia (the catwalk model) and Ruby (the whore) as potential bangs for my last night in Jakarta. Camelia was by far the hottest girl I had ever dated from Tinder. She was a genuine model and had all her model shots as profile pics. We had an afternoon coffee date a couple days ago and I quite liked her. She wasn’t as hot as her model photos, but she was still an 8. She was relaxed and confident on our date and even came back to my apartment, but I knew the bang wasn’t on and didn’t push it.

Camelia had messaged me earlier in the day to say she was going to the salon and would message me when she was finished. I had no idea how long that was going to take and wasn’t going to cancel any other plans. About 3 in the afternoon Ruby messaged me and said she was ready to come over. I said ok and half an hour later she messaged me to say she was there. Fuck, I didn’t think she was going to be that quick. I was having coffee in Starbucks with another girl I had fucked a few days earlier.

“Fuck, I have to go. A friend is waiting for me at my apartment.” I say.

Windy looks a little disappointed. “Another girl?” She asks. I just smile, kiss her on the cheek and say goodbye.

I get to my apartment and Ruby is waiting in the lobby. She looks so good. Why do I fuck around with all these other girls when I have this beauty right here? I ask myself. Oh that’s right because she’s a whore and she is here for work. We head up to my apartment and go straight to the bedroom. We kiss and cuddle, but again, she is not overly horny. I don’t mind so much, but I still want to fuck her, besides she’s a whore, that’s what you do with whores.

“You’re not on your period anymore.” I ask

“No.” She says.

“Good, because I want to eat your pussy.”

She smiles and says. “I don’t really feel like sex. I just prefer to cuddle.”

“That’s ok. We can cuddle all afternoon, then I will take you anywhere you want for dinner and then we can come back here and watch movie and cuddle more.”

“Really?” She says with wide eyes like an excited child.

“Yes, but now we are fucking.”

“OK.” She says with a smile and starts taking off her clothes. What a good little whore. We fuck. She’s amazing as always, riding me with her hands above her head like she is dancing to the house music I’m playing in the back ground. Her perfect natural tits that look fake until your touch them and realise they are real, and her angelic face. So pretty – only a whore could look like such an angel. I roll her over, blow on her, take a photo, and send it to Timmy. We clean up and lie on the bed. I lie on my back and pull her over to me so her head is on my shoulder.

“Do you like Durian?” She asks.

“No way. It stinks.” I reply. “Do you like it?”

“Yes. I love it.” She says with an eager smile.

“OK. I’ll buy durian for you.”

“Really.” She says excited.

“Sure, but you have to eat it all there. You can’t bring it back here. I’m not having it in my apartment.”

She makes a pouty face and then smiles. “OK”

We get ready and head into the lift. On the way down the lift stops on floor 10 and the juiced up Canadian guy gets in. Ruby turns to the wall hiding herself which I thought was odd, but didn’t think too much about it. I start making conversation. He lives in Jakarta, but spends half his time in Bali. I comment how that is what I like to do to, best of both worlds. He agrees and then the lift gets to the lobby. The doors open and Ruby exits in a hurry and walks off.

He looks at me like it was a bit weird.

“What’s with her.” I say.

“Maybe I scared her.” Says muscles with a chuckle

“Maybe.”

“Maybe she knows me. What’s her name?”

“Ruby.” I reply.

“Haha Haha.” He bellows, rocking from side to side as we walk out of the lobby into the street. “Ruby, Ruby.” He says as he continues to laugh a demonic bellowing chuckle. He freaks me out a bit. I stay by the lobby as he walks away and text Ruby. She comes back to the lobby.

“Him the devil.” She says as she holds me and places her head on my chest.

“How do you know him?”

She looks down and then back up at me. “He was my best friends boyfriend in Bali. He bad man. He hurt me. He pull a gun on me.” She says like a terrified child.

I hold her and say. “Come on. He’s not going to hurt you now, let’s go and get your durian.”

She nods her head and we walk towards Grand Indonesia.

Last night in Jakarta

We get to the food court, buy her some durian, and take a seat. I buy a bowl of bukso and join her. She is on the phone to her friend telling her she just saw her ex. She is very animated and seems to have recovered from her fright. She finished her call and looks at me sweetly as she eats her durian. She has a grin from ear to ear as she eats the disgusting fruit.

“You like that, don’t you?” I say with a smile.

“She grins even bigger. “You want some?” She asks as she passes it to me.

“No.” I say in disgust pulling my head away. “My bakso is good.”

We continue to eat and my phone pings. It’s Camelia. I had forgotten about her. “I’m ready.” She says. Fuck, what do I do now?

“Hey Ruby. This girl just messaged me.” I say as I show her Camelia’s photo. “I had a date with her a couple days ago, but I didn’t fuck her. She wants to come out now and see me.”

“It’s ok. I can go home.” She says eating her durian.

“No. I don’t want you to go home. I like you more. I want you to stay.”

“Ok” She says.

“How about I invite her over and she can join us?”

“OK.” She says

I can’t get a read on her at all. Maybe she really doesn’t care if I bring another girl over. Fuck it. It’s my last night. The two hottest girls I have ever dated in Jakarta in my room – what could go wrong?

I message Camilla

“I am with my ex-girlfriend but she wants to meet you. I think you will like her”

“Your ex?”

“In Indonesia ?”

“Wht u mean ?”

“Yes. Indonesia girl. Come.”

“Nope. Thankyou. That’s so weird.”

“Up to you. I think you will enjoy. She beautiful same you.”

“Idc 😂. Wht the address?”

“Thamrin city mall. Cosmo mansion lobby.”

“Ruby wants to know what you want to drink. Wine or Beer

“Wine.”

“OK. See you soon.”

We finish dinner and head back to my apartment. I tell Ruby what I know about Camelia and how our date went etc. Then I think, fuck, that’s right you’re a whore. I pay you for your company. “Don’t tell her I pay you. You know you are the only girl I pay.”

“OK” She says leisurely with a smile holding my hand as we walk.

“Oh. And don’t speak Bahasa. Make her speak English. That will give me the shits if you speak Bahasa all night.”

“OK”

Damn I like this girl.

Camelia arrives, I collect her from the lobby, and bring her up to the room. The girls introduce each other and talk in Bahasa. I let it go for a few minutes, then give Ruby a look. She starts answering Camelia in English – good girl. We all sit on the leather couch in my lounge room with them on either side of me. Ruby plays her role perfectly increasing my value. She sits by my side and occasionally touches my leg to make a point. Camelia doesn’t look entirely comfortable, but she wants to stay. The girls decide they need to buy some cigarettes and snacks so I hand them a note and they head out. I figure it’s good they spend some time without me.

They are gone for half an hour and come back with a bag of shit from 7/11. It’s like if I gave my 8 year old $10 and said. “Go and buy whatever you want.”

Camelia goes to the toilet and I ask Ruby. “Do you like her?” She holds up her hand to say so-so, but I think it’s more of a no. To be honest I am not a huge fan. She’s ok,  but sort of a silly girl, maybe that’s what models are like. She messaged me at 10am to say she would get ready and come over. She came over at about 8:30pm. When I asked her what she had done all day she said, “Oh, just get ready, I had to go to the salon and get my nails done.” I compared her to Ruby who had a quick shower and didn’t even bother putting any makeup on.

We put on youtube music videos through the TV and the girls drink and dance. I lie back on the couch like a king watching them wiggle their arses for me. Ruby is the smaller of the two, but has a proper bum that bounces as she dances. How the fuck does a 39kg girl have arse and tits. She’s amazing. To my other side is Camelia, much taller and a skinnier arse – I would say perfect arse until I saw it lined up next to Ruby’s. Camelia doesn’t move with the same grace as Ruby, but damn I want to hit it. That’s if I could be fucked. I’m having too much fun. I just don’t care if I have sex again tonight, mind you I did fuck my lunchtime date and then Ruby in the afternoon – and I am an old man.

The girls come back on the couch with me. I have Ruby on my left with her hand on my thigh and I have Camelia on my right with my hand wrapped around her waist. They are talking and I am just soaking up the energy. I don’t even care if they talk Bahasa anymore. I lie back in the couch in pussy paradise with a grin from ear to ear. After a while Camelia gets up, grabs her bag and says. “I have to go now.”

That was unexpected. I suppose I don’t really mind. I am happy just to stay here with Ruby. I reach out my arm and pull camelia onto my lap to say goodbye. “Thanks for coming. It was my last night and I really wanted to see you, but didn’t want to be mean to Ruby.”

She nods. I realise she is not making any effort to get off my knee so I move my face closer to hers. She doesn’t back away so I move my lips to hers. We start kissing. I stand up with her in my arms and carry her to the bedroom. I lie her on the bed and kiss her lips, neck and then go down to her belly. She lets me take off all clothes without complaint and I remove mine. I consider Ruby in the next room watching TV, but figure if she wants to join she will come in. Camelia never even mentions her.

Her body really is sensational. Perky little tits and tight stomach. Her pussy is shaved and tidy and I go down for a taste. I leave it dripping with my saliva and come back up licking her stomach around her belly button piercing, up to her nipples giving each one a lick and suck, past her neck tickling her with my beard, and then kissing her lips as the head of my dick slips into her pussy. I hold it there for a moment as her breathing quickens. She tries to pull me the whole way in, but I make her wait, just penetrating her with the tip. I finally bite her lip as I push my length into her. Her back and neck arches as I look down at my torso ball deep in this beautiful 21 year old. I can’t remember a hotter girl I have ever been in.

I thrash her around the bed. She’s ok for a bit of novelty and eye candy, but nothing like the sensual movements and rhythm of Ruby who I was fucking only a few hours earlier. I feel my nut rising and ask. “Can I come inside?”

“No.” She says alarmed – glad I asked. I roll her on her front and blow on her back as I rub myself between her arse cheeks. I finish with a small puddle on her lower back, take a photo and send it to Timmy. We get up, shower, and Camelia gets dressed. I just keep my towel around me. I was sort of expecting to lie on the bed with her for five minutes and cuddle, but she is dressed now.

“I go now.” She says without emotion.

“OK.” I say a bit surprised. Camelia walks out to the lounge room and says goodbye to Ruby. Ruby gives her a big smile like she is her best friend. “Bye.” She says like an excited child and then goes back to watching youtube on her phone. I open the door for Camelia, we kiss each other on the cheek and then she goes.

I go and give Ruby a kiss and say. “I’m tired baby, it’s passed my bedtime. I’m going to bed. Come in whenever you want.”

“I want to learn English better.” She says looking up at me, her sweet innocent eyes in the body of a whore. “Do you have book I can read?”

I think for a second and then remember I had downloaded some Enid Blyton onto my kindle for my kids. I find “The Famous Five” book and give it to her. She thanks me, kisses me on the cheek and starts reading. I look at her in awe. What an amazing creature. There is still half a bottle of wine on the table she ignores as she reads a children’s book to improve her English. I go to bed and think about the girl in my lounge room. I’m not sure if I would have banged Camelia without her there, probably, but talk about having my cake and eating it to. The good thing about whore’s is that they don’t care if you fuck other girls. Ruby was quite sure I liked her more and didn’t expect anything else from me – except some money. I fall into a deep sleep.

I wake up as the sun is rising and Ruby is now in the bed with me. I touch her hip and she moves into me. I embrace her and  fall asleep again with her in my arms. I wake up a few hours later and look down at the Madonna Whore in my bed fast asleep. I look at her face. It is perfect. I stare in awe. Her soft brown flawless skin with big eyes and high cheek bones. I continue watching in awe.

Timmy comes over to pick me up for the airport. In the taxi I start to tell him my adventures. “Why did you send the same photo three times?” He asks. I laugh as we continue to drive to the airport

Back in Australia

I get back to Australia and go for a walk along the beach. My beautiful coast line I spend hours walking along. House music pumping in my earphones, puffing on my weed vape, I reflect on the weeks holiday. All the dates, the hijab girl I was raw-dogging in under an hour, the 2 sexiest girls I had ever been with gyrating their arses in front of me, and then dragging one of them into my bedroom while the other one stayed on the couch. I remembered how scared Ruby was in front of the juiced Canadian and then it hit me. OMG, he was her pimp. And that’s why he had the hottest girl in Jakarta. It wasn’t his girlfriend, he was her pimp. She would have been making 1000’s with the Chinese in and rich Indonesians in Jakarta. It all fell into place. Poor sweet little Ruby, terrified by that maniac pulling a gun on her. Poor sweet little Ruby that was given very little in this life accept sex appeal. Of course she’s a whore. On the streets from a little kid, that was the only thing she had to trade.

Prior to this I was thinking I am dysfunctional enough. If I am to ever have a girlfriend, maybe even a wife and some kids, I need to find a girl less dysfunctional than me. I need to find a girl that comes from a good family and will be a stable influence in my life. But now I think, I have never had a girl like that I have been remotely interested in me, or me in them. Whores love me. Maybe they feel accepted around me. And besides someone has to love the broken ones. Why does Ruby deserve love any less than a girl who had a healthy up-bringing.

I toke on my vape and look out at the ocean watching the colours brighten though my cannabis haze I think what a wonderful life I have in Australia, what a lovely place I live. I’m stuck here now because of my commitments, but that would be ok if I was smashing Ruby every day. Maybe I can bring her to Australia for a couple months. It’s expensive, but I would love it, but I can’t really justify the expense, especially since her family will expect her to send money home because she is a whore with Bule, that is just the culture and expectation on her. It’s not fair, but it is what it is. How do I square this circle? I think as I sit down on a bench and look at the ocean.

She’s a whore. The most beautiful lovely sweet thing I have ever met. She’s a whore. It’s not her fault, not even a little bit, but it’s too late for her to be a housewife, her wiring has been changed. My poor Ruby. I think of her slow seductive movements, wanting to cuddle instead of fuck, and reading The Famous Five before bed. Oh my Ruby… I can be her pimp.

Really? Is that too much? I can bring her to Australia and help her set up a Sugar Baby account and Tinder profile. I can use my years of game experience against middle aged married guys and allow them to fall in love with her. I can craft the ultimate suspension of disbelief with a 22-year-old beauty to fall in love with them – this entertainment isn’t cheap. I can make her rich. Micky the pimp…?