Novi and Cindy, two hot Indo chicks, were drinking Barcadi and Rum out of bottles.
The Sky Garden in Denpasar was packed.
The locals had to pay an entry fee.
The Balinese really made the foreign tourists feel special.
It was the only nightclub in all of Indonesia that you could wear flip-flops and singlets.
The Balinese knew Australians were big spenders.
Management allowed hot local chicks in for free.
By charging a high entry fee for local males, it increased the chance of foreigners in scoring.
It was racism at it's best and Azzi resented that.
He was barman at a resort down the road.
There, he found a white chick and fucked her brains out.
'They are nothing but whores,' he'd say to anyone who cared to listen.
One particular group did care to listen.
They were pushing for a Susu Basar Caliphate for Indonesia, which loosely translated as the territory for big bitted whores who would be beheaded if they fucked anyone but the local boys.
'They throw their money around and fuck our woman folk.'
Azzi hated cashed up white tourists. So did other members of the group. They consisted of village folk from East Java who flocked to Bali for the big bucks and the opportunity to find a white whore who would take them back to their home country and provide them a better opportunity in life.
They consisted of many barmen who doubled up as pimps who had at one time or another been jilted by those white imperialist whores.
'They promised us a tickets back to their home country,' said Azzi to the local jihadist, 'then you saw them get flights home with their hunky surfer boyfriends the next day. Fucking hypocrites.'
Novi and Cindy needed to eliminate Azzi.
This is what they called light duty, mixing pleasure with a little bit of light work. They knew their tits, luscious full lips, hour glass figure, and their 'fuck me eyes' would take care of the pip squeek easy enough. It wasn't about being cocky.
'It's about the promise of sucking cock,' said Cindy.
'If they think we are going to put our lusciious lips on their cock, they'll squeel like a pig.'
The girls ordered another round, but made sure the two surfer guys sitting next to them paid for it.
It really was a woman's world.
Azzi was wearing enough TNT on him that would kill everyone at the Sky Garden, mostly Australian gromets who liked nothing better than to ride the big tits of the East Javanese whores that moonlighted here.
It was the anniversary of the Bali bombing and Azzi wanted to be a martyr.
'I'll kill as many whores and white bastards as I can before I"m promised a spot in a harem of virgins.'
'Poor guy,' said Cindy, who was wearing a tight black lycra body suit. Her boobs stretched the fabric. Her flesh yearned escape and fondling.
'Sour grapes,' said Novi, who was wearing a pink lycra outfit. Her general tarty get up and mango lip gloss screamed of 'I'M A BIT TITTED WHORE WHO NEEDS TO BE TITTY FUCKED.'
Which was a good thing, because Azzi wanted one more fuck in the toilet cubicle before he denotated his suicide bomb. He was going to go out with a big bang the moment he came inside the dirty whore. The last words she'd be hearing before being blown into a million tiny pieces would be Allah Akbar.
Azzi walked up to the bar and introduced himself to the two assassins.
The Sky Garden in Denpasar was packed.
The locals had to pay an entry fee.
The Balinese really made the foreign tourists feel special.
It was the only nightclub in all of Indonesia that you could wear flip-flops and singlets.
The Balinese knew Australians were big spenders.
Management allowed hot local chicks in for free.
By charging a high entry fee for local males, it increased the chance of foreigners in scoring.
It was racism at it's best and Azzi resented that.
He was barman at a resort down the road.
There, he found a white chick and fucked her brains out.
'They are nothing but whores,' he'd say to anyone who cared to listen.
One particular group did care to listen.
They were pushing for a Susu Basar Caliphate for Indonesia, which loosely translated as the territory for big bitted whores who would be beheaded if they fucked anyone but the local boys.
'They throw their money around and fuck our woman folk.'
Azzi hated cashed up white tourists. So did other members of the group. They consisted of village folk from East Java who flocked to Bali for the big bucks and the opportunity to find a white whore who would take them back to their home country and provide them a better opportunity in life.
They consisted of many barmen who doubled up as pimps who had at one time or another been jilted by those white imperialist whores.
'They promised us a tickets back to their home country,' said Azzi to the local jihadist, 'then you saw them get flights home with their hunky surfer boyfriends the next day. Fucking hypocrites.'
Novi and Cindy needed to eliminate Azzi.
This is what they called light duty, mixing pleasure with a little bit of light work. They knew their tits, luscious full lips, hour glass figure, and their 'fuck me eyes' would take care of the pip squeek easy enough. It wasn't about being cocky.
'It's about the promise of sucking cock,' said Cindy.
'If they think we are going to put our lusciious lips on their cock, they'll squeel like a pig.'
The girls ordered another round, but made sure the two surfer guys sitting next to them paid for it.
It really was a woman's world.
Azzi was wearing enough TNT on him that would kill everyone at the Sky Garden, mostly Australian gromets who liked nothing better than to ride the big tits of the East Javanese whores that moonlighted here.
It was the anniversary of the Bali bombing and Azzi wanted to be a martyr.
'I'll kill as many whores and white bastards as I can before I"m promised a spot in a harem of virgins.'
'Poor guy,' said Cindy, who was wearing a tight black lycra body suit. Her boobs stretched the fabric. Her flesh yearned escape and fondling.
'Sour grapes,' said Novi, who was wearing a pink lycra outfit. Her general tarty get up and mango lip gloss screamed of 'I'M A BIT TITTED WHORE WHO NEEDS TO BE TITTY FUCKED.'
Which was a good thing, because Azzi wanted one more fuck in the toilet cubicle before he denotated his suicide bomb. He was going to go out with a big bang the moment he came inside the dirty whore. The last words she'd be hearing before being blown into a million tiny pieces would be Allah Akbar.
Azzi walked up to the bar and introduced himself to the two assassins.
