Caroline had no dreams because she only wanted one thing: to make a lot of money.
Strictly speaking, becoming rich should be considered one of the dreams. However, in this world, probably everyone wants to become rich. So in this way, wanting to make money did not seem to be a dream worth showing off.
Her life was simple enough to be fearsome and expected in this country where the conflict between poverty and wealth was immense.
When she was three years old, her father was hit by a stray bullet in an armed conflict and died.
Later, she heard from her mother that the effort of saving her father went futile when he was sent to the hospital. But when Caroline grew up, she seriously suspected that her father’s death was because the family couldn’t make up the money to pay for it.
She hardly had any impression of the man who gave him her life. Only after getting along with her mother did she know a bit of this man through her mother’s occasional reminiscents
This man had been hustling for money all his life. It was a greedy and gloomy life, but in the end, he lost his life because of the lack of money. Caroline felt that only money could give her enough sense of security in this world.
Later, when she was five years old, her mother remarried an old man in his forties.
This old man was naturally poor when he was young. Otherwise, why would he only save enough money for marriage only in his forties? Moreover, it was a widow with a young child like Caroline’s mother. As for young girls, the old man who would later become her stepfather could only sigh in helplessness.
In the end, it was still because of money issues.
Of course, she felt that this old man was indeed good to her mother.
The stepfather himself ran a shop for repairing motorcycles. It was not big, and the business wasn’t good, but it was enough to maintain the family’s livelihood. But, Caroline still hated this kind of life.
She couldn’t bear the stench of the motor oil. She couldn’t bear the feeling when the old man’s palms tainted with motor oil touched her head. The hands looked horrible, like they had been soaked in the stinking ditch for three days and three nights.
She envied those girls who could wear beautiful clothes and sit in nice cars.
When Caroline saw a child about her age lying on the car window and looking at her through the car’s window on the road, she would deliberately put her hand in the back. Also, she would try her best to hide her shoe that had a hole.
She didn’t want others to see her dark palms, the black edges in her nails that couldn’t be cleaned no matter how many times she washed them. She didn’t want people to see her wearing shoes that reveal her toes.
She watched the child sitting in a good car far away (though she later learned that such a car was low-end). She would be awed at the buildings in front of her. Those buildings were in a completely different world in comparison to the shanty she lived in. But, it was also ridiculous at the same time that there was only a street separating her shanty from the luxurious building.
Indeed, a street marked the difference between the two worlds. It wasn’t like the luxurious building was at the beginning of the street, and the shanty was at the street’s end. Instead, they were opposite of each other.
Caroline hoped that she could become rich one day.
Later, the mother gave birth to a child with the stepfather, which naturally added a tremendous expenditure to the family.
Due to the addition of a younger brother, the initially narrow room became even more limited. Caroline couldn’t bear the cry of her new brother in the middle of the night. She could only move to sleep in the dirty maintenance – her house’s frontal area.
Caroline hoped that she could become rich, at least owning her room.
When she was fourteen, Caroline met a man. This man came to his stepfather’s maintenance department to repair the car. She then heard that this guy was a pimp. Having been in this place since he was a child, Caroline naturally knew what a pimp was.
The man claimed that he could give her a chance to make a lot of money.
Without any hesitation, Caroline agreed with the man. She remembered that the first business she took was on the night of her fourteenth birthday. Due to the exhaustion of work, the family fell asleep early and forgot that it was her birthday.
Caroline didn’t feel how sad it was to sell herself out for the first time on her fourteenth birthday because the man told her that she could often sell it for a very high price for her first time.
She didn’t think it was despicable to sell her body. It was just like his stepfather, who worked to make money. It was just that the stepfather used his hands, and she used her body.
For Caroline’s first time, she slept with an old man almost the same age as his stepfather. The old man was obsessed with her body. He even kept in touch with Caroline after enjoying Caroline for the first time.
Caroline began to get acquainted with more clients through her first pimps. She also got to know other sex workers and learn more skills. She knew if her skills were excellent, she could charge more.
Then, she began to know more pimps, and her customer base gradually increased. At the age of sixteen, Caroline had begun to do her business alone. Without the referral fee for the broker, Caroline felt that she could make a lot of money.
When she was sixteen, she left home.
There was no particular reason. It was just because her family knew about her work, and conflict arose.
Oh, it was the night of her sixteenth birthday. Two years after the first time she sold her body on her fourteenth birthday.
Initially, she planned to tell her mother that night that she already had the money to buy a decent two-story small building, and the family could move in.
…
“Mr. Neymar’s party?”
Caroline was putting on makeup in the living room. Due to the hot weather, she just wore a pair of underwear. The air conditioner here was a second-hand product that consumed hefty electricity, making the electricity bill more expensive.
The one who was talking to Caroline was another woman with the same profession, and she was also only wearing underwear. Her name was Livia. She was older than Caroline, in her twenties. At this time, Livia put on heavy makeup and was about to put on silk stockings.
Before that, Livia had just answered a phone call. Now, she was telling Caroline the content of the phone call.
Livia said, “Yes, they said they needed two women for that place, and they asked me if I’m going.”
“How do they charge?” Caroline frowned.
There were many kinds of parties. Some parties were used as a ‘trading area.’ Such parties generally didn’t have any direct transactions. They just invited women over. Of course, like Caroline, the ladies could discuss business with party guests in private, but this was based on luck. Some parties were like full reservations. It could be taken as collective prostitution.
“A full reservation with tips available,” said Livia with some joy.
Caroline thought for a while and thought it was indeed a good job. Mr. Neymar was naturally not a big deal in consideration of the eight slums in Rio. But, he was the emperor of this place.
In this era, many gangs controlled the slums, and the police couldn’t meddle in them. Neymar was the master of the place where Caroline was located.
At his party, the guests were naturally rich figures, and they were generous. The tip was much higher than the salary for this job. Caroline couldn’t even think of any reason for her refusal.
As for Neymar, he was a dangerous guy in the eyes of Rio police. But, what did this have to do with Caroline?
At least the uniformed police failed to give order to this place, but Neymar did.
Neymar had protected the residents of this place in the country. He even paid for medicines, cared for homeless orphans, and paid medical expenses for those seriously injured.
“Then you hurry up! I will reply to them,” said Livia immediately.
Caroline, who was biting her eyebrow pencil, gave an okay gesture. She stood up and began to put on the black bra she just collected from the balcony. Then, she began to spray perfume on her hair and neck.
“Get in the car!”
Soon after, under Livia’s urging, Caroline hurriedly put on high heels. She got into the car, which the person introduced the job drove. They hurried towards Neymar’s house.
…
Neymar’s home was on a high slope in the area, but there were still simple short houses around. With Neymar’s current wealth, moving to the wealthy neighborhood next door wasn’t a problem. It was even possible to buy a bungalow that amazed his wife. But for Neymar, this place was the safest.
In the white villa, there was a relatively large swimming pool. Caroline and Livia followed the job introducer. There were several bodyguards performing body checks on them by the door. By the time the group went in, many people had gathered around the pool.
Caroline saw some acquaintances here. Of course, the acquaintances referred to those working the same line of job with her.
She counted slightly. There were thirteen women, including her. Maybe there was something else in the villa that was driving men crazy at the moment?
Last night, Caroline got a pretty good customer. She was busy working until 3 a.m. After waking up during the day, it was already in the afternoon. She couldn’t catch a meal and picked up the current job already. When she came all the way here, it was already six o’clock in the afternoon, and they were already hungry.
Livia’s situation was similar to hers. The two didn’t look for their prey immediately, and they planned to eat something first. A lot of exquisite food was placed next to the swimming pool.
Obviously, in Caroline’s view, these foods alone were enough to be paid for this work.
“That guy…” Livia, holding a plate of cold food, suddenly stopped with the fork in her hand, slightly surprised.
Caroline looked toward her and found that Livia was paying attention to a bald man with a thick beard. She couldn’t help but wonder, “Your customer?”
“If I can do his business, I probably don’t need to rent your house anymore.” Livia gave her friend and also her landlord a glance.
“Then who is he?”
Livia said, “His name is Joseph. He is the confidant of the next-door Poly Slum’s boss. I heard that he used to participate in underground boxing and killed many people. One punch of his can even kill a bull! I went to the next door Poly Slum’s district last time. The master of that party was very respectful to him at the time! Strange, how did this guy come to Neymar’s party? Could it be that the two bosses had any cooperation or something?”
Caroline didn’t care about the connection between these big shots. She just stared at Livia, and Livia looked back at her with a guilty conscience, “What’s the matter? Why do you look at me like this?”
Caroline smiled and said, “Livia, when did you pick up the party job next door? Why don’t I know?”
“It’s not my fault!” Livia suddenly screamed exaggeratedly, “You have menses that day! So, you’re working that day and go shopping alone. I went there by myself! I came back that day first before you. You’re acting mysteriously. I thought you picked up a job secretly. You didn’t want to bring me there? The menses are fake too, right?”
“Fuck! Don’t you know my time!” Caroline retorted but didn’t continue to ask Livia about this matter.
The two women suddenly began to argue. Accidentally, the two fell into the pool, making a big splash. The men next to the pool whistled and walked towards the two.
The two who just emerged from the water did not expect that such a move would attract several men. They looked at the man who reached out his hand to pull them out of the pool. His gaze at them was lustful. They knew that work was about to come.
“Don’t fight with me. The two on the left are mine tonight. Let me squeeze them clean!” Livia smiled.
Caroline shrugged, apparently having no opinion about it. The men at this party were in excellent condition.
Caroline wasn’t what she used to be. She was more inclined towards quality. So she showed a charming smile and placed her hand on the palm of a young man with dark skin but a strong body.
Well, he’s pretty handsome.
…
When the water splashed out of the pool, Joseph, the brawny man Livia noticed, frowned, and glanced out the window.
He didn’t stop since he came in. Under Boss Neymar’s underling’s guidance, he came to study on the villa’s upper floor.
“It’s just the ladies below fooling around. So don’t worry about it.”
Behind Joseph, an elderly but physically strong man with a gray chin and beard smiled at this moment. He was the gang leader in this place, Neymar.
“Which one do you like? I’ll let someone bring it to you.” Neymar smiled and said hospitably, “Trust me, my friend. All of these girls today can satisfy you! “
“For leisure matters, let’s talk about it when we finish talking about serious business,” Joseph responded briefly. He then turned around and stared at the third person in Neymar’s study.
In this study, there were only three people at this moment.
He was a man with an oriental face, and he seemed to be in his twenties. Asians were generally short in stature. This man didn’t escape from the stigma. In terms of height, he could only reach Joseph’s chest.
But Joseph didn’t underestimate this man’s actions at this time because he knew the man’s origin, which was also his primary purpose for coming to Neymar’s territory this time.
“Are you Mr. Song?” asked Joseph sternly.
The man smiled slightly, stood up, and said politely, “Hello, I’m Song Haoran. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Joseph.”
Joseph nodded, reached out his hand, and said, “I am also glad to meet you…Iris’s adviser.”