Jakarta Hooker

By Jack Falworth

Nirmala is the prettiest girl in her village in West Java, and she is lured to Jakarta by a young man claiming to be a talent scout for a modeling agency.
However, when she arrives in Jakarta, she discovers that the young man has lied to her and that his real job is to recruit attractive girls for prostitution.
Nirmala is unable to escape and she is forced to work in the Pink Pussy Massage Parlor, providing clients with a variety of sexual services—hand jobs, oral sex and full service.
At first, she dislikes the work, but her attitude soon changes when she discovers how much money she can earn as a massage parlor girl.
After a year, she becomes more ambitious, auditioning for a position as a stripper in one of the most exclusive night clubs in Jakarta.
She now has a much wealthier clientele, which includes businessmen, rich tourists, diplomats, and big time criminals. She is a very popular young lady and is able to charge astronomical sums for her favors.
Nirmala has no regrets about the course her life has taken, as she is well aware that prostitution is a much more lucrative profession than any other employment open to girls from small Indonesian villages.
Length of story is over 34,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jack Falworth
• Release date: May 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370262571

Jack Falworth

My name is Jack Falworth and I am fascinated by erotica. Over the years, I have written dozens of erotic stories in my spare time for my own amusement, but it is only recently that I have decided to publish the products of my sex-crazed imagination.I do not aspire to be a 'literary author', and I have, in fact, little respect for so-called literary novels or literary prizes. I consider that the erotic impulse is the most basic of all human impulses, and that it is only works of erotica that fully acknowledge and explore the many diverse facets of this impulse.My first published novel was 'From Virgin to Porn Star', and I have since published several other erotic works. I prefer writing long stories with strong plot lines, and I am constantly seeking new ideas for my stories.I am currently at various stages of developing plots for a number of erotic novels, which I intend to release at regular intervals. Hopefully, these novels will be well received by lovers of erotica.

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INTRODUCTION

Nirmala, the Indonesian girl who is the heroine of Jakarta Hooker, is a real person, although that is not her real name. I met her during a recent holiday on the island of Bali, where she was working as a high class call girl.

I spent a delightful month in her company, and while we were together, she told me the fascinating story of her life. At the age of eighteen, she was lured to Jakarta, Indonesia's capital city, by false promises of honest employment, but was instead forced to work as a prostitute. At first, she was severely distressed by her plight, but her attitude changed markedly when she discovered how much money a pretty girl like herself could earn from selling her sexual favors. She candidly admitted to me that she had no regrets at all about the course her life had taken.

Jakarta Hooker is a novelized account of Nirmala's career up until the year 2013. A sequel is currently in preparation, and will be published if the present novel is well received by my readers.

Jack Falworth

June 2017

CHAPTER ONE

A Javanese Maiden

The Indramayu district of the island of Java is famous for its pretty girls, and of all the girls in her village, Nirmala was the prettiest. She had just turned eighteen and lived with her aged grandmother—her parents having died in a tragic bus accident ten years earlier.

Nirmala's grandmother owned a little restaurant, and the girl worked there as a waitress. However, the income from the restaurant was small, barely enough to support the two of them. As a result, Nirmala had little spending money, and she liked to dream that one day she would meet a rich young man who would ask her to marry him and take her away from the little village.

The young beauty did not lack for admirers among the male population of the surrounding district, but she was not interested in any of the local youths, who were mostly uneducated and never likely to amount to anything. She had therefore rejected all their advances. She was still a virgin, and fully intended to keep her maidenhead until the man of her dreams came along.

Lately, however, Nirmala had started to despair of ever achieving her ambition. Very few wealthy young men ever visited her village, and she had little opportunity of meeting any. As she was a devout Muslim, her only recourse under such circumstances was to go to the village mosque and pray to Allah to help her.

She was sure that Allah would not fail her if only she had faith in him!

* * *

Nirmala was lounging in the doorway of her grandmother's restaurant one hot afternoon when a large automobile came down along the narrow street. It had just gone past the restaurant when it suddenly skidded to a stop. The driver's door was flung open and a handsome young man got out.

Hello, he said, his white teeth gleaming in a friendly smile as he approached the girl. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Arifin—from Jakarta. What's your name?

Nirmala.

How do you do, Nirmala? Can I have a word with you?

Yes, I suppose so, she replied timidly. Please come inside.

When they were seated at one of small tables of the restaurant, Arifin leant forward, taking the girl's hand in his own.

You are a very pretty girl, Nirmala, he said.

Do you really think so?

Yes, I do. In fact, you are exceptionally beautiful. That's why I stopped my car when I saw you. I wish to make you an offer.

An offer? What do you mean?

Let me explain. I'm a talent scout for a modeling agency in Jakarta. My job is to scour all the villages of Java in search of young girls like yourself who have the right qualities to become top fashion models. When I find a suitable girl, I take her to Jakarta. The agency enrolls her in a modeling school, and when she has finished her training, the school finds work for her. You are just the right type of girl. Not only do you have a pretty face, but you are also blessed with a tall and graceful figure. If you accept my offer, I can promise you that you will make a fortune from your modeling fees. Well, what do you say?

Why, I can hardly believe my good fortune! I think my answer is yes, but I must talk with my grandmother first. Grandma, can you come out here, please?

A few seconds later, the old woman appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron.

Yes, dear, what is it?

This young man is Arifin, and he is a talent scout for a modeling agency. He has offered to take me to Jakarta where I will be trained to become a model. What do you think?

Why, that's wonderful news, exclaimed Nirmala's grandmother. You would be silly not to accept such a generous offer. When does Arifin intend to take you to Jakarta?

Would tomorrow be too soon? the talent scout replied. I'll spend the night in one of the lodging houses in the village, and come here to collect Nirmala early tomorrow morning. That will give her time to pack her things in a bag, and say goodbye to her friends before she leaves.

Good, it's all settled, then, said the old woman. Nirmala will be ready to go with you tomorrow morning. But you must promise to look after her, and see that she comes to no harm. She has never been to a big city like Jakarta before, and she will need some-one to protect her.

You need have no fear on that score, old woman, Arifin said. I can assure you that your granddaughter will come to no harm while she is in my charge.

CHAPTER TWO

Young Love

At seven o'clock the next morning, Arifin's big, shiny car pulled up in the dusty street in front of the restaurant, and the talent scout got out. Nirmala was waiting on the veranda. She had already completed her morning ablutions and had breakfast. Her bags were packed, and she was ready to leave.

She had been worried that Arifin might have changed his mind about taking her to Jakarta. She was therefore relieved when she saw his car coming along the street, and she greeted him with a happy smile.

Good morning, Arifin, she said.

Good morning, Nirmala, he replied, opening the boot of his car and placing her bags inside. Hop in and we'll be off.

Nirmala's grandmother had come out onto the veranda, and the two embraced each other before the girl climbed into the car.

Don't forget to write to me, said her grandmother tearfully. I know you'll be a success in the big city, and I look forward to receiving your letters. I have looked after you ever since you were a child, and I am glad good fortune has favored you.

Don't worry, Grandma. I won't forget to write. I'll send you a letter each week, I promise.

The journey by road from Indramayu to Jakarta takes several hours, and Nirmala and Arifin had plenty of time to talk along the way. The talent scout had charming manners, and the young girl could not help but be attracted to him. She had never met anyone like Arifin before, and she wondered whether he already had a wife or girlfriend.

Arifin was a fluent and witty conversationalist, moving from one topic to another. As well as entertaining her with amusing anecdotes about life in Jakarta, he also told her all about himself. He had been born in Central Java, and after graduating from Gajah Mada University, he had gone to Jakarta where he had held a number of jobs before finding employment as a talent scout.

You must earn lots of money, remarked Nirmala.

Yes, lots. I have a big apartment in Jakarta, and I get to travel all over Indonesia. I earn much more money than I'm able to spend, but what I earn is nothing compared with what you yourself will receive as a model. Your photograph will appear in all the fashion magazines, and you'll soon be famous. Important people will want to meet you, and you might even be offered a part in a TV soap opera or a movie. You will soon have enough money to buy a big, expensive villa.

Nirmala was thrilled by Arifin's words. A world of glamour and affluence awaited her in Jakarta, and Arifin was the key to that world.

At about mid-morning, Arifin turned off the main highway, driving his car down a dusty side road overhung by leafy trees. He parked in a small glade by a small stream.

Why have we stopped? Nirmala asked.

Let's stretch our legs, Arifin replied. I don't like to drive too long without a break. After a short rest, the two of us will feel much better.

Nirmala was happy to get out of the car, and walk about for a while. Arifin seemed to be in no hurry to resume the car journey, and after a few minutes, he invited her to sit down beside him in the shade of a big tamarind tree.

When they were both seated, Arifin turned towards the girl, his eyes studying her face.

What is it? she asked. Do I have a speck of dirt on my nose?

No.

Then why are you looking at me?

Aren't I allowed to look?

You are embarrassing me!

Am I?

Any girl would feel embarrassed to have a young man looking at her like that!

You are very pretty, Nirmala.

Yes, I know, she giggled. I'm pretty enough to be a model. You've already told me.

Would you mind if I kissed you?

You want to kiss me?

Yes.

Nirmala could scarcely believe her ears. This handsome young man wanted to kiss her! She had never allowed a boy to kiss her before, but Arifin was so handsome and charming that she could not refuse.

All right, she replied. Just one kiss, no more.

She allowed him to enfold her in his embrace and kiss her tenderly on the lips. She trembled with delight as a warm glow spread through her nubile body. She locked