Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

The skirt was a bit tight, so this made it ride up, exposing my thighs. This was a bit much for me, even in my drunken state. It was one thing making out in front of the cabbie. But exposing me like this was a no-no.

I slapped Abir's hand away and pulled down my skirt. Abir just thought this was playful resistance and tried to put his hand up my skirt again.



"Abir, no!" I broke the kiss and said.

"What?" he said breathlessly.

"Not that. Not here."

"Oh come on!" Abir smiled and reached for my skirt again.

"I said NO!" I almost screamed and pushed him away with my hands against his chest.

"Come on.....I can't control myself." Abir said, a cross look on his face. "You've been stringing me along for over six months. Why are you being coy now?"

"Abir, I'm just..."

I was about to say that I was just feeling conscious of being exposed in front of the cabbie, and couldn't he just wait until we were at his apartment.



But before I could complete my sentence, Abir lunged at me again. He put his hand between my legs, trying to resume his earlier move. I flailed my hands in struggle and, quite by accident, ended up slapping Abir hard across his cheek.

Abir was stunned. He rubbed his cheek and then I saw anger flash in his eyes.

"YOU FUCKING COCKTEASE!"

And then he slapped me backhanded, across my face. My cheeks stung and tears sprang to my eyes.



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I was in a daze, shocked at being slapped, and slapped hard. No matter what problems Rahul and I had, he had never raised his hand on me. My parents had also been non-believers in physical punishment. This was, quite literally, the first time I had been hit in my life. And I had no idea how to react. I just closed my eyes.



I didn't need to react.

That sound had been the sound of brakes being slammed really hard. The taxi came to a standstill, making me and Abir fall forward and the the back of the front seat.

"MOTHERFUCKER!!! SISTERFUCKER!!!!!"

I heard a voice that was not Abir's curse as I heard a door slammed open and shut.

I opened my eyes and saw the driver open the door on Abir's side and drag him out of the cab. The driver threw Abir on the footpath and started kicking him.

"MOTHERFUCKER...HITTING A WOMAN? HITTING A WOMAN, YOU FUCKING WIMP? HITTING A WOMAN IN MY CAB?"

I just sat where I was staring in disbelief and the driver rained kicks and punches down on Abir. Abir was not fighting back. He was drunk. But besides that, he was no match for this 6 foot plus burly sardar. Soon, I heard a sobbing sound. Abir was crying and begging not to be hit.

The driver stopped hitting him. Then he bent down and lifted Abir by the scruff of his neck and threw him to the side.

He then walked back to the driver's side, got in, slammed the door shut and drove off, the tires screeching as the rubber burnt against the asphalt, leaving Abir a sobbing mess by the side of the road.

After 30 seconds, the cab stopped by the side of the road.

"Fucking wimp." the driver spat out the window. "Where do you want to go, memsaab?"

"Huh?" I was still stunned at what had happened.

"Where do you want me to take you?"

"Oh..."

I told him my address. He nodded and started driving again.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against the window. Not only was I in shock, I was starting to fully feel the effects of the copious amounts of booze I had downed. My head was swimming. My thoughts were garbled. I had no idea what to do next. Should I call Kriti? Rahul?



That's when my phone rang.It was Abir. I didn't answer.

"Thank you." I said to the driver. He just nodded.

I closed my eyes and sat in silence trying to sort my thoughts out.

Fifteen minutes later, the cab stopped in front of my apartment complex. The night guard was sitting in his booth. I poked my head out of the window and waved at him. He opened the gate.

The driver drove his cab towards the back of our 20-building complex and stopped the cab in front of my building. I looked at the meter. The fare was almost 400 rupees.

I opened my purse and fished around. I only found one 100 rupee note and a couple of 20s. I had to really focus to make sure it was 2 20s and not one which I was seeing two of. I wasn't expecting to be the last one in the cab so had completely forgotten that I was almost out of cash.

"Sorry....I....here..." I handed him the 140, "I have cash upstairs."

I opened the door and stumbled out, almost losing my balance. I stabilized myself by holding on to the taxi and said,

"You wait right here. I will be back with the money."

"It's okay, memsaab." the driver graciously said. "You can leave the cash with your watchman. I will collect it in a day or two."

"No no no no no!" I said shaking my head. "You have been....you helped....you're a hero. You deserve more! You are....hero!"

Being out of the cab and on my feet was making me realize just how fucking drunk I was.

"Seriously memsaab, just go home and sleep. Don't worry."



"Nonsense! Wait right here!" I said and turned around to walk into my building.