Dancing Girl & Mr. Amnesia
1. The Dancer

"Give me the money!" your hair is being pulled by Ingrid, the stepmother who always treats you harshly.

You have just returned from work, immediately greeted by a clash by his father's second wife. You took out a few pieces of red money from her work as a night dancer at a club for adult men.

"Just this way?" Inggrid turns his eyes to pull your clothes.

"Y-yes, Mom. Just that."

"Lied!" Inggrid shook your body. "Give me the rest!"

Roughly, the stepmother felt something inside your bra. Finally, he found a few more hidden pieces of money and pushed you, and moved on.

"Mom, that's for my tuition."

"You can find him again tomorrow! Your father's treatment costs are very expensive, you know?" Ingrid went into the room and locked the door. While you can only be alone staring at the door.

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"Well, it's not accessible!" rutuk Youah tried to open her education account trying to re-register online. Then a notification appeared on the academic account of the lecture.

You have not paid the eighth semester's SPP money. Please make payment!

"Huuuuff." You can only take a long breath. He was sitting on the campus courtyard in the spacious gazebo on the campus courtyard.

Someone suddenly sat down next to him, sitting while putting his hand on your groin. You reflexively stepped on the impolite man's foot. Not only that, the sound of a slap made all eyes look towards them. You are still not satisfied, before his hand tasted the man's cheek.

"Basic brash!" he sighed with an angry face.

The man who is none other than his college friend, rubbing the cheeks that feel a little hot after getting a rough touch ala Youah. The man was named Tama. He is the son of a manager at a well-known property company. They have far more money than your family.

"It's Ndah, you don't want to sell so expensive! I'll pay you whatever you want to accompany me tonight!"

The Tama speech made you growl. He picked up the laptop, put it in his backpack, and left.

"You don't sell expensive! You need a lot of money for college, right? Or, you just marry me! I'll vouch for you with my parents' money!"

You keep walking while grumbling in your heart. 'What is easy marriage? What does he think I am? Huh ... Financed with his father's money? Am I his father's wife?'

When night comes, you are preparing yourself for the appearance of a dancer for adult men. The clothes you wear are very different from their daily appearance.

Here you are forced to expose the body that he has always covered. You add padding to the chest to make the adult men who watched the dance become more fascinated.

"Where, Ndah? Did you pay for SPP?" kak Yana asked, someone who always protected her in that place. Everyone wants to book you to appear personally, then Yana will replace that position.

Yana has been used to this work since the last ten years. He's been in this job since he finished High School. Meanwhile, you have only been working a few months like this. Where he is as a wushu athlete, has been forgotten and is not used anymore. Plus, his father couldn't support him because he had a stroke.

As a forgotten wushu athlete, no more jobs give him money. But the demands of the stepmother make Youah forced to move her skills in martial beauty wushu into a dancer who spins on an iron pole.

"Well, then what's the next plan? Registration limits until when?"

You are back breathing. "That's it, brother. There are only two days left, but I have no money at all. My stepmother always took my hard-earned money."

Yana seems concerned about your situation. Some time, he was the one who invited you to join work here. At that time he found You who despair with the situation.

"You just use my money, Ndah? I'm flooding jobs because of you too." Yana bargained.

"I'm afraid of debt, brother. I'm worried I can't pay for it."

While chatting, there was a clap from a middle-aged woman with menor makeup. "You guys aren't ready yet? It's time for you to perform!" said fierce woman who is usually called Mamih Lova.

"Andah! Your make up is invisible! Quick plus again! Yana, you help her dance!"

Some time later, at exactly 22:00 WIB, DJ music played accompanied by erotic dances of sexy dancers who came out of the contest.

The bodies of the sexy dancers were swerving along the available spots. There were some dancers who purposely walked in front of the guests. They rode closer to the men who were thirsty for the cohesion of the beautiful women's bodies.

However, the men, it is forbidden to touch the dancer. Except, if they dare to book dancers exclusively in VIP and VVIP rooms.

The most anticipated appearance by the hungry men is the action of the prima donna who always avoid if you want to be booked exclusively. Action from the only virgin dancer among the others. That person is Suny. Suny is your stage name as a dancer tonight.



Your body is slim and beautiful, chest full and filled (though they do not know it is just a blob berlaka) is cool twisting around holding on to the pole.

Your feet clamp the pole and his hands are released, then his beautiful body wrapped around the pole, winding hands down and then up again.

"Sumiy ... I love you!" one of the men threw money at the stage. Then some other people also threw money to Suny, aka Youh.

Someone in a certain position witnessed Suny's appearance. He felt something stuck tight down there. He was hallucinating the beauty of the body.

"Andah, hmmmfff ...."

Some time later after the appearance together, Mamih Lova pulled Youah. You are moved to follow the footsteps of Mamih Lova.

"What's up, Mih?" ask you wonder.

"I hear you need money for your last semester, right?"

You are a little hesitant. He seemed to read the wishes of Mamih Lova who always persuaded him to accept exclusive appearances against VIP customers. Because the pimple has been promised to get big money if you succeed in persuading Youah.

"Mih, I want to dance exclusively, as long as not until anu. If he asks for that, I'll hand it over to Brother Yana?"

Mamih Lova seemed to think for a moment. "Later pinter-pinter you!"

Then you walked to the number one VIP room just like Mamih Lova had said earlier. With a doubt, he pulled the knob and opened the door. Netra Andah immediately rounded to find the tenant himself is Tama, his own college friend.

"Hello, Honey. You're finally here." Tama immediately welcomes You, peeping cheeks feel sensitive parts belong to Youah without permission.

You immediately pushed Tama and turned the man's hand directly locking her back. "Bad! Who do you think you are?"

"Hahaha, I am a rich man who will pay you, dear! Let's spend the night together! I'll give you a high fee!"

A fist landed on Tama's heart. "This guy's a dancer! Not whores! Cam is that!" You open the door and go out.

"Heh, fucking woman! Watch you! You'll be DO-on campus! I recorded your action!" his yell.

But you didn't pay attention to Tama's screams. He moved in and sat in the locker room, counting the money earned by the striped man during his action on the stage earlier.

Hearing you back molesting customers, Mamih Lova scolded Youah for sending the girl home.

"But, Mih? My money's still a little bit," he said.

"I don't want to know! You're making me lose money for having to pay for customer medical expenses-"

"But Mih, I need a lot of money?" wheedled.

Mamih Lova just shook her hand to drive you away. You immediately change clothes. With a slight snort of annoyance, he left the club of the adult man.

The money earned is not much. With a long sigh, You chose to go home on foot because the location of his workplace is not too far from home. When passing through a dark road, your feet stumble over a large object that is usually not there.

You fell on that thing. The sound of a man's voice makes you quickly get up. He pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight, immediately getting around to find out what he had just hit.

"Aaaagghhh!!!" You shouted to see a body full of blood lying just like that.

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