Professional harlots

Night

Slovenia

The Zupančič cottage

Right here in a small house somewhere downtown in Slovenia is a family comprising of grandmother, three aunt's, a middle aged mother without a husband and her daughter.

People do call them the family of destitution, because they're poor and middle-class family.

The house they lived in has been in existence since the time of pharaoh. Only heaven knows if truly they owned it. It's old from the outside and inside. There's no windows nor any doors but patched curtains made with sacks. It surely looks like an haunted house. From generation to generation, they've been living and sharing the same apartment.

Though they are very beautiful with long swaying hairs and well curved figures in place but they surely has a very bad temper and attitude.

None has meet up with something good to change their lives for the better. Every being born into this family adds to the number of population therein. They have no specific father. Everyone of them.

The younger feminines in this family, are basically engaged in somewhat dirty business called debauching but they called it the upliftment of the family's daily meal.

They speak no other language apart of Slovene. None of them passed through school certs. They are all illiterates. Whenever they utter a single word, it's always heard in Slovene.

If by chances they get to meet any foreigners in one of the clubhouses they do visit, they communicate with them in Slovene and if they don't get to understand what they say, they'll stick onto them like starfish. Especially if it's a very rich man.

Now it's the turn of the new heiress of the family to take over. Zoraya Zupančič. A beautiful, young, petite, eighteen years old woman.

Zoraya has grownup has a very beautiful woman and now at eighteen, she understood the weird things happening in her family.

The elders before her in the family has resigned since it's her turn to takeover. Her mother Snežana was once a victim and through that process, zoraya came to existence. She is a bastard. She doesn't have a father she could call her own.

In the past when Snežana went to Kazakhstan for a nightstand with some of the rich men she heard will be coming to town, she was impregnated after coming in contact with several men.

Unfortunately, Snežana couldn't defined the man who got her pregnant. As a matter of fact, it wasn't a shameful act in their family because everyone of them living in the house here we're surely born that way.

They're all the daughters of their mothers. None has the same resemblance, nor share stuffs together but yet bares the same surname. From generation to generation, the Zupančič family has always been like this and yet they see no changes in the future.

"Dinner is ready." Snežana informed as she place a medium size bowl of white soup on the floor.

Instantly, everyone surrounded the bowl. Without rinsing their hands, they started dipping it into the warm white soup.

There are no couches, sofas or any furnitures seen in the house. The only thing one could find in the house, is nothing other than a big ripped carpet on the floor in the first room which they address as the living room.

Two rotten mattresses which are very flat to the ground and few hung sacks and rags on the ropes in the living room which they call fancy clothes.

"Same soup we have been eating for the past seven months? Can't someone change this pattern of white soup?" Zoraya's aunt Kája, complained.

"If you know that your taste buds are fed up of iterating the same food over and over again, why don't you use your body to make some money? After all we are professional harlots. Then we can prepare something good for the first time in history?" Snežana retorted before slurping another hand full of soup.

Kája frowned. She has no choice but to join the crew. If she decide to pass the night without having dinner, she'll only hurt herself and her stomach. They only eat once in a day. Just one square meal.

The soup is almost finished. Only a drop left in the bowl, "Is there still more?" Zoraya asked.

"There ain't any left, sweetheart." Snežana answered.

"What?" She snapped. "What are you insinuating, mother?" She stood up. When her fingers started dropping some leftover soups, kája opened her mouth for them to strive in.

"Why are you sounding like a fool, zoraya?" Snežana stood up. "You and I know how cost things are. Infact to start with, how much do you get paid for one night? A thousand, and you think that is enough to feed us all? You better start improving with this business."

"Arrghh!" Zoraya got so pissed and she pulled out a fight with her mother.

Who cares if they are killing themselves over nothing? While Snežana and zoraya were busy fighting like cats and dogs, grandma Mojca and her daughters Kája, Pavla and Viktorija sneaked towards zoraya and Snežana's bag of sacks.

They stole everything that has to do with money.

Mojca happens to steal the biggest amount of it all. Just about to shove it into her sack pocket purse, Pavla got hold of her wrist, "Hey, bring them out. You can't steal the biggest."

Jerking her hand away, Mojca snapped, "Get away from here. It's not call stealing, it's called borrowing."

Immediately, zoraya and Snežana stopped fighting and rushed towards them after seeing their purses empty.

"You stole my money, give it back." Zoraya pounced on Mojca.

Snežana narrowed her eyes at her sisters. She extended her hand, "My money or your lives."

Viktorija and Kája laughed and nodded their heads. "No, loser."

"Really?" When they nodded their heads vigorously, Snežana pounced on the both of them.

The whole of them began fighting and goubling themselves up. This is another thing that usually happens in their family. There's no unity. They're from different fathers. Not the same bloodlines flows in them, so what do you expect from such people?

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