Henrietta The Shot

Henrietta came down the hotel stairs. She smiled, though her knees shook a little from what she had just been through. The evening had been anything but boring.
First, Mirja wanted to paw at her. She was practically obsessed with Henrietta's small breasts and shaved pussy. To Henrietta it felt like a pedophile who loved groping, and even though she had decided to let the mustached woman have her way, she just couldn't play along.
But when Mirja realized Henrietta wasn't enjoying all the touching, she stopped. She got a little sulky and yanked a couple of bottles out of the minibar.
- Here, she said, handing Henrietta a little vodka bottle. Let's drink instead and talk.
- Ok, we can talk. Tell me about your country.
- No, I don't wanna talk about that shit. Just damn thieves everywhere and cops who want money. No order, not like here. Money. Everyone nags about money and everyone wants to be paid.
- Bribes.
- Yeah, just money. I'll never go back home. But you have to pay me for helping you. The rifle costs, and it's very dangerous for me. You get that, right. I like you, but the money has to show up. I've spent a lot of time on this.
Henrietta understood very well. The woman needed money and was more interested in that than in sex. Sure, she wanted to nibble a little on young girls, but that was more like a bonus.
- When we meet your contact. Is he dangerous for me?
- No, I'll be there, and he doesn't get his money until you've got your rifle and left. He gives you the rifle, the ammo, the day scope and the night scope. You can ask him if you want to know how to use it, he has to answer. I told him it's a test. If you're happy, you'll buy more rifles. Maybe pistols and other weapons. So he won't touch you. He trusts me.
- Ok, so you've known him a long time then?
Mirja looked up at the ceiling and was quiet for a few seconds. Then she said:
- Ok, ok, I'll tell you. He forced me into whoring. He tricked us here. Several girls, and then we had to pay for the trip and everything else. Or we got beaten. I worked for years without pay. He took everything. Him and his buddies. That's how it was. After two years I got to keep a quarter, and after five years half. But then after seven years, he threw me out. New young girls were coming instead.

From Sweden. Born of the icy wind on the coast and shaped by the dark upbringing in the north.