Adultery The Naughtiest Wife

[abcturbine]

Lovely...

[reema4uhoney]

Chapter: 21: Part One: X

 

The shadows began getting long around 7:00 pm in Chicago even though sunset was still technically over an hour away. Shubhangi was standing in her bedroom in a nothing but a towel staring at her closet wondering what did a 30 something woman wear to a 20 something club. As she selected and discarded her third outfit Richa entered her room. Richa apparently had no such dilemma. Shubhangi turned and almost didn’t recognize her. Richa was wearing black fish net stockings that outlined her tanned sensual legs and disappeared under a black skirt that was barely able to function as much more than a belt. She wore a thin white ‘wife beater’ tank top with no bra, but covered that with a silky maroon blouse that also was nearly see through. Her makeup was applied thicker than usual giving her usually innocent looking eyes an appearance of worldly experience and hardness.

 

“Holy shit…” Shubhangi said.

 

Richa grinned at Shubhangi and through her outward appearance Shubhangi could see the glow of her true self come through. “You like?” Richa asked.

 

“Where in God’s name did you get that get up? I know your mother didn’t buy that for you…” Shubhangi said.

 

“No…Mom would freak…but I went out one night with a friend…who took me shopping on the miracle mile…I couldn’t afford anything there…so we stopped by this store…and found out this…I brought it more to make her happy…than really for me…but tonight it seemed appropriate…” Richa giggled and replied.

 

“And who is this friend?” Shubhangi asked not recalling Richa telling her about a new girlfriend.

 

“Oh…just a girl I met at work…she is kind of wild…and has been trying to get me to go out with her and her friends…but I’ve always said No…” Richa said.

 

“I see…” Shubhangi said wondering if that would continue.

 

“What are you gonna wear?” Richa asked Shubhangi staring over Shubhangi’s shoulder at her array of casual and work clothes. Apparently, Shubhangi had somehow phased the ‘going out to get laid’ section of her wardrobe out over the last couple of years. Richa giggled and began pulling clothes out of the closet and discarding them much like Shubhangi had been doing, but at a much faster rate.

Finally, they settled on a black skirt that was too short for Shubhangi’s usual tastes, but still longer than Richa’s, a red silk shirt, a push up bra, and a pair of red thong underwear. Shubhangi put on the clothes and was reminded of how she felt in St. Louis some months ago when Michelle had dressed her for a strip club. Shubhangi recalled that night had also started out with a phone call to call off work. When Shubhangi’s outfits were complete, Richa poured them both a double shot of Absolute Vodka that was in the freezer and the immediate burn in Shubhangi’s stomach slowly turned to a relaxed and giddy feeling that only alcohol can provide.

 

Richa picked up her camera off the table and checked the film and some settings and said, “Ready?”

 

“Well…I guess…I’m as ready as I’ll ever be…” Shubhangi replied truthfully, not sure if she was ready or not. They hailed a cab and within 15 minutes were on the beach at Lake Michigan witnessing an amazing sunset. Richa snapped a few shots of the skyline and continuously fiddled with the variety of settings on her camera. Shubhangi watched Richa work silently, and her face was hard and intense like Shubhangi had never seen it. Richa worked the camera across the skyline, pausing to change lenses every few minutes. Shubhangi watched Richa work with professional intensity. Richa was clearly passionate about her work and handled her camera with the mastery of long practice. Shubhangi enjoyed this side of Richa and respected the skill and ambition with which she plied her trade.

 

When Richa finished she looked up at Shubhangi and said. “How about a shot of you?” she asked swinging the camera at Shubhangi direction. Gone was the professional intensity and Richa’s eyes sparkled with humour, much like a professional basketball player who was playing a game of horse in his old neighbourhood.

 

Shubhangi smiled and the camera clicked. “Turn toward the water…” Richa commanded, and Shubhangi did. ‘Click’ the camera went again and Shubhangi giggled feeling a little self- conscious, Shubhangi twirled once letting her hair whip around her shoulder as the camera clicked on. Shubhangi was enjoying herself now and struck a variety of poses for Richa who was also smiling and giggling as she snapped more shots of Shubhangi. The camera made a spinning sound and Shubhangi knew the roll was finished. Richa waited for the rewinding film to stop and deftly plucked it out of the back of the camera and reloaded with another, quickly and efficiently, like a soldier reloading a weapon. Richa snapped the cover closed and said “Let’s go have some fun…”

 

They walked up Lake Shore Drive and hailed a cab. It was 8:48 when they stepped out of the cab 14 blocks north and 8 blocks west in front of ‘X’. It was not a tall building by Chicago standards, and from the outside it looked almost like a warehouse. The last of the sun was fading and the neon ‘X’ that blazed white against the dark bricks above a single door was the only indication that something other than rats inhabited the building. Shubhangi drew in a deep breath and had a sudden sense of foreboding, she was not sure why, but Richa apparently did not feel it. Richa was out of the cab and on the third step up carrying her camera bag before Shubhangi could pay the driver and follow. Shubhangi caught Richa just before she entered and grabbed her right arm above the elbow.

 

“Are you sure you want to go in there?” Shubhangi asked.

 

Richa looked at Shubhangi with wide innocent eyes and then replied “Sure…why not?”

 

Shubhangi shook her head and wondered why she was being so skittish. “No reason…never mind…” Shubhangi said not entirely successful in letting go of her feelings, but unable to place a finger on why she felt so anxious.

 

Richa looked at Shubhangi a moment longer and then said “Let’s go…” She opened the door and Shubhangi followed her in. The first thing that Shubhangi noticed was that it was dark. Not black, but dark. Shubhangi’s eyes slowly adjusted and she could hear music throbbing away somewhere deeper inside the building. Just inside the vestibule was a large black man in a tuxedo. He was easily six and a half feet tall and must have tipped the scales at well over 300 pounds. He was not fat; he was big. His bald head held piercing black eyes of a predator. A single diamond stud ear ring decorated his right earlobe. He wore a black tuxedo over a white shirt that was so bright in the place that it seemed to glow. His shoulders were broad and his body looked as if it might be carved out of a piece of stone. He didn’t move when they entered, but Shubhangi could feel his eyes moving over them appraisingly.

 

“Good evening ladies…” He said in perfect English. When he spoke a single gold, tooth gleamed in the right side of his mouth. This had both the effect of making him look more sophisticated as well as harder than before if this was possible. Shubhangi smiled nervously. Richa did likewise. This was one hard case, and Shubhangi would feel sorry for the person stupid enough to cross this guy.

 

“Hi…can we come in?” Richa said smiling.

 

The black man smiled slowly at Richa and said “The cover is $20.00…” Richa handed him two twenty-dollar bills and he stared at them again questioningly and then shook his head. He stepped aside and unbuckled a velvet rope that hung between two brass poles protecting a staircase leading down into darkness.

 

“You ladies have a good time…” He said as they passed. He was obviously a bouncer and also probably security, but his perfect diction and graceful elegance with which he carried himself only added to Shubhangi’s nervousness although she still didn’t know why. Later Shubhangi would wonder if when they crossed that velvet rope was when the trouble began or if it had been sooner than that even. Shubhangi would never know, but the consequences would be larger than either Shubhangi or Richa would have ever imagined.

 

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‘X’ was an assault on the senses in every way, and Shubhangi was once again reminded of her trip to St. Louis with Michelle. The basement they stepped into at the bottom of the stairs was filled with smoke and from the smell of it, not all of it was from cigarettes. The room was expansive, and the warehouse feel was accurate. There was a bar running 50 feet the length of the short side of the room. The room was only half full as it was still very early for the type of crowd this place attracted and Shubhangi wondered if they would still be here in the short hours of the morning when this place really cranked up. The only lights were black lights over the bar with a few pin lights on the various bottles. The rest of the room was lit by coloured disco lights hanging from the ceiling. The floor was tiered on many levels to break the size of the room into smaller, more eye pleasing spaces that felt more intimate. The bar was on a raised platform that allowed those sitting at it to see over the sea of people. At the other end was a stage although it was currently being used as a dance floor. It was Sunday night after all. Above it was two platforms that stood 10 feet off the ground where two round, human sized, bird cages hung suspended. They were empty now, but Shubhangi could see scantily clad women dancing in them over the hundreds dancing below in her mind's eye.

 

The overall effect was to create an underground club so cliché that it could be on a movie set. And what made it even more absurd was the clientele. This was not an underground sub culture rave hangout. It was a bar that offered young professionals a place to pretend they were part of that sub culture. It was an illusion: a fraud. So of course, it was the most popular place in town with the 20 something crowd that had enough money to spend to come here. The irony was that the subculture they were pretending to identify with by coming here could never afford the cover and drink prices. Shubhangi smiled to herself at the absurdity of it. This place was built on the young professional’s fantasy of rebellion. And here Shubhangi was with Richa.

 

Now Shubhangi understood the big black guy out front. The elegant dress and polite manners were all there for the rich yuppies along with the fantasy of a big black dude there to keep the peace. He was window dressing for the customers and security for what the customers would consider scumbags (or people who had mistaken this club for the true underground). This was beyond ironic. The club had a bouncer to keep out people who were really a part of the sub culture that the yuppie elite were trying to pretend they were. It was a joke that no one around Shubhangi seemed to get. Shubhangi wondered how many of these ‘hardcore partiers’ would wake up tomorrow and put on a suit or dress and go to an office only to worry about the weekly report that was due or the email they got from their boss last Friday demanding that their productivity increase.

 

Were these people here just to escape reality and to pretend they were free from their lives if only for a little while? Shubhangi suspected they were, she glanced around and took in the people around her. They certainly didn’t dress like the office crowd. Shubhangi and Richa had dressed conservatively compared to some of the women. The men were mostly dressed in black and some wore dark makeup under their eyes, but there was something else too. Shubhangi looked again to confirm her suspicions and was pleased to see she was right. No one had any obvious tattoos. Shubhangi saw a few butterflies on ankles or hearts on hips, but nothing overt that could not be covered up. Very few eyebrow or lip piercing either. These were most definitely wannabes. At the realization, Shubhangi smiled outwardly.

 

“What?” Richa asked seeing Shubhangi smile.

 

“Nothing…let’s go party….” Shubhangi said feeling much better about this place. This was about as authentic as a cocktail party on Michigan Avenue, but what the hell it might be fun. Shubhangi followed Richa to the bar and after she flashed her ID at the guy behind the bar who didn’t look of age himself. Then they were doing another shot of vodka followed by a screwdriver served in plastic glasses. Shubhangi knew she wouldn’t last long at this rate of alcohol consumption, but fuck it she wouldn’t mind leaving a little early anyway. Shubhangi and Richa took up a spot across from the bar near the ledge that overlooked the dance floor. Shubhangi noticed Richa’s eyes scanning the crowd a little more than casually.

 

‘So, we aren’t here to pick up boys, but to meet one boy in particular.’ Shubhangi thought and suddenly she understood. Richa hoped someone she was interested in would show up here tonight. That’s why she wanted to go out on a Sunday. That’s why she blushed so fiercely when Shubhangi teased her about needing to get laid. Shubhangi smiled inwardly again. This club really was enlightening if nothing else. About ½ an hour later they were still standing by the bar on their second round of drinks. The crowd was picking up a little, but it was still relatively early. Shubhangi leaned into Richa to ask her something when a voice behind then said “Richa?”

 

Shubhangi and Richa both turned and saw a young man of perhaps 25 standing there. Richa smiled awkwardly and waved. The man came toward them dressed in a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt. He had black jeans and stood about 6 feet tall. He had dark short hair and penetrating brown eyes. His body was lean and muscular, but not overly so. He probably weighed about 180 pounds. He held a cigarette in his right hand clumsily, and Shubhangi impression was that it was more for show than anything else.

 

‘So, this is what this trip is all about’ Shubhangi thought and could definitely understand Richa’s attraction. Shubhangi hypothesized that this was a work friend.

 

“Hi…” Richa said a little more than casually as if she’d been waiting for him to show up.

 

“What’s going on? What are you doing here?” Mr. tall dark and handsome asked as he approached them.

 

“Oh nothing…just hanging out…” Richa said feigning indifference.

 

After a few more seconds of waiting to be introduced Shubhangi cleared her throat next to Richa who seemingly had forgotten Shubhangi existed.

 

“Oh my God…I’m sorry…this is my friend Shubhangi…” Richa stammered.

 

Shubhangi noticed that she’d been relegated to friend instead of aunt with a bit of irritation, but Shubhangi hid it well. “Nice to meet you…” Shubhangi said.

 

“And this is Chad Peterson…a friend of mine from work….” Richa continued saying his name with a bit of awe in her voice.

 

Shubhangi shook hands with Chad who eyed her up and down in a way she didn’t much care for. “Nice to meet you Shubhangi…” he said smiling at Shubhangi with a grin that was as fake as costume jewellery. Shubhangi wondered if the way he was looking at her was how a mouse might feel staring into a snake’s eyes a minute before it was lunch. Shubhangi returned his smile with an empty one of her own.

 

“Chad works in the department across the hall from mine…He is in print…” Richa continued, Shubhangi had no idea what it meant to be in print, but nodded as if Richa had just told her he was Jesus Christ’s personal assistant.

 

Chad turned back to Richa. “So…you decided to run with the wolves and try out ‘X’ huh?” he asked.

 

Shubhangi rolled her eyes but thankfully neither saw her. Was this fucking guy for real? ‘Run with the wolves?’ What the fuck did that mean and who did he think he was Tarzan?

 

Richa smiled demurely and Shubhangi was stunned to see her actually falling for this line of bullshit. How could she be so naïve? Her perception skills need a tune up if she couldn’t see through this wind bag.

 

Chad continued “Yeah…I like to come here once a month or so…it keeps me in touch with what it’s like to be real you know? I mean come on those drones in the office would freak in a place like this…but it’s cool, you know…these people can relate down here…but you can’t fuck with them…that’s for sure…they’d eat those fuckers in the towers we work in for breakfast….”

 

‘What a jack ass’ Shubhangi thought, but Richa only nodded.

 

“Well thanks for telling me about this place…I thought…I would come down…and check it out….” Richa replied.

 

“No problem babe…just hang with me…and you’ll be fine…” Chad said and then he bent down toward Richa conspiratorially as if to impart some great secret, but he said it loud enough for Shubhangi to hear. “I know people here…important people who like make the world spin…sometimes we help each other out…I might not be in my job long if things go well…” he grinned and said.

 

Shubhangi tried not to laugh. She really did, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. He must have noticed because the line of bullshit stopped immediately and Chad glared at Shubhangi as if daring her to challenge his words.

 

“I need a drink…Richa if you want…we can hang out in a bit…I’ve to go see some people…” he announced.

 

Shubhangi noticed he didn’t offer to bring them or at least Richa a drink. ‘Rude and full of shit’ Shubhangi thought.

 

“Okay sure…” Richa replied not noticing the edge in his voice. Chad turned and walked away toward the bar.

 

Shubhangi turned away from him not trusting herself not to burst out in laughter at any moment. So, this is the big crush. Chad the pissant. Chad from down the hall who is in ‘print’, Chad who knows ‘people’. In other words, Chad the Dickhead bullshit artist who thinks he’s a big fish or on his way to becoming one anyway.

 

What the fuck was Richa thinking? This guy was 90% bullshit and 10% con man. But he was attractive. There was no denying that. In fact, he was a little more than attractive, he was hot. Richa was not the first 18-year-old to let a line of bullshit and a pretty face talk her into doing some pretty fucked up shit.

 

Richa turned to Shubhangi and squeezed her upper arm, “So, what do you think? Isn’t he hot?” Richa asked genuinely grinning.

 

Shubhangi smiled and tried not to let her own feelings show through too much. “Very…so, are you two going out?” Shubhangi replied.

 

“No…but at least he knows…I’m alive…he is the one who told me about this place…and how it’s where all the Chicago underground hangs out…he’s really connected with the social scene …and he knows all sorts of people…” Richa said this last part in a whisper implying the sorts of people he knows might be dangerous. Shubhangi understood a lot more now. Richa had probably fantasized about Chicago for years and knew there was a seedy side to the city that she’d only come in contact with through newspapers and television. The thought of exploring Chicago’s dark side was exciting to Richa.

 

Then out of the blue, here comes Chad, a handsome guy from the city who claims to be connected. Richa was not the first young woman to be seduced by a scuz-ball like Chad, but all in all he probably was harmless. He was just some prick who’d convinced himself he was important and liked to play at being connected. He probably watched Goodfellows twice a week. The reality of the Chicago crime scene, at least the organized part, was not really as dramatic as the movies and the news made it out to be. The really connected people would no more tell their girlfriends about their jobs as they would tell them about the time, they caught VD from a hooker on Halsted Avenue.

 

Michelle had once dated a guy who was the real deal, as they say, and for the first 3 months of their relationship she didn’t even know it. She found out by accident when she found a scrap of paper with the name of a restaurant and a time written on it next to the phone. The time was odd because it said 3AM. She didn’t think too much of it, but the next weekend the restaurant burned down at 3AM. The news suggested it a front for organized crime. And that’s all Michelle ever knew. That’s all there was, one scrap of paper with a name and time on it. No men in overcoats, no FBI agents dressed in black hiding in trees. Just a piece of paper. Michelle was not stupid though and began thinking about her new boyfriend. Things had a way of not adding up in a way that only hindsight could see. She never confronted him.

 

Michelle ended the relationship without telling him why the next morning. After that the guy, Robert, called her a couple of times, but eventually let her go. Thank God. That guy was scary. Not because he was different than other guys, but because he wasn’t. Hell, Shubhangi thought he was a nice guy and had double dated with them. Two years later the FBI came by Michelle house asking questions. When it became obvious Michelle had no idea what they wanted and had not seen Robert in two years, they told her that he was found in a shallow grave outside of Joliet. They think he had been there for at least 6 months and had been killed by a bullet in the back of the head.

 

Michelle insisted on going to the burial. Shubhangi went with her but thought it was a bad idea. But Michelle had cared for him so they went, they decided to stand back and pay their respects from afar. When the procession arrived, it was surprisingly short. Shubhangi had envisioned lines of limos with hundreds of people speaking in Italian and vowing revenge. In reality Shubhangi counted 31 people including the funeral home staff and minister. No one wailed and cried. No one shouted in Italian. Shubhangi and Michelle didn’t notice the FBI taking picture from behind trees. In twenty minutes, the service was over the small crowd dispersed. No one socialized or hugged even. Most seemed like they were there out of duty rather than desire and when it was over, they scattered. The last two to leave were his parents. Even they seemed more resigned than surprised by their son’s brutal murder. They got into a light blue Toyota and left. Michelle and Shubhangi walked back to their car and did the same.

 

Chad was definitely no Robert. Chad bragged too much and wanted to show off how cool he was. Chicago was as full of wannabe gangsters as Hollywood was full of wannabe actors. Shubhangi decided to let Richa have her night of fantasy.

 

“Earth to Aunt Shu?” Richa’s voice said from somewhere.

 

Shubhangi turned toward Richa, Richa was looking at Shubhangi questioningly. “Are you okay?” Richa asked.

 

“Yeah sorry…I kind of spaced there…I think…I’ve had enough vodka…” Shubhangi smiled and replied.

 

“Well…then let’s go dance it out of you…” Richa grinned and said, and before Shubhangi could protest or even speak, Richa had taken Shubhangi by the wrist and was leading/dragging her through the crowd that was starting to thicken. Shubhangi followed Richa, not unaware that she was clearly one of the older chicks in this crowd. Shubhangi doubted if she would get picked up tonight noticing the skinny, half dressed, 20-year-old girls all around her. But what the hell, it’s sometimes fun to pretend you’re still young.

 

Richa staked out a spot dead centre in the middle of the dance floor and began swaying her hips and body to the music. Shubhangi joined Richa and had to admire her. Richa danced well, albeit provocatively. But then again that was how everyone was dancing. The women outnumbered the men on the dance floor two to one, and Shubhangi and Richa were not the only two women dancing with each other. The music changed and a new song came on that was fast and blaring and reminded Shubhangi of noise. Apparently, Shubhangi was the only one who thought so, because the density on the dance floor increased immediately and Shubhangi and Richa were pushed closer together. Richa put her right hand on Shubhangi’s left hip as she swayed. Richa was smiling at Shubhangi and rolled her hips in time with the music as if using Shubhangi as a brass stripper pole. Shubhangi laughed and ground her hips back toward Richa in a sexually mocking way having fun and cutting loose.

 

Shubhangi looked around, a few of the men on the dance floor watched them. Shubhangi saw two young women near them kissing and rubbing each other’s breasts. On the other side of them, a woman was bent over at the waist as a man behind her ground his crotch into her ass. Shubhangi looked over Richa’s shoulder and saw Chad approaching carrying two drinks. He smiled his fake smile and handed them to Shubhangi and Richa and both Shubhangi and Richa drank heavily enjoying the cold taste of vodka and orange juice in the heat of the dance floor.  Chad then took up a position behind Richa, his hands found her hips and she momentarily looked startled. Richa looked back as he pulled her into him, mimicking doggie style sex.

 

Richa grinned and blushed at the same time, but made no effort to move away. Rather she pushed her ass back against him simulating sex all the while moving in time to the music. Shubhangi was pushed almost on top of Richa by the ever-increasing crowd. Chad and Richa were forced to stand as the crowd pushed in around them, and Shubhangi was pushed into Richa making a ‘Richa Sandwich’ with Shubhangi on one side and Chad, on the other. They danced like this for perhaps ten minutes. When the music finally stopped the crowd erupted in approving applause, and Richa whispered in Shubhangi’s ear “God…his cock is as big as Tim’s…”

 

Shubhangi was feeling giddy and just laughed. It must have been the alcohol but it was hitting Shubhangi hard and all of the sudden. How did she get so drunk so fast, Shubhangi wondered? Richa was grinning and swaying in a disconnected way that someone who has had too much to drink does. Her eyes were closed as she seemed to lose herself in the moment. Shubhangi found herself wanting to follow her lead into the abyss Zen she seemed to have found.

 

‘The lights are so pretty here’ Shubhangi thought as she let her vision wander toward the dance floor lights suspended from the ceiling. Each light now held an unfamiliar halo glow and Shubhangi smiled to herself thinking that nothing in the world mattered except feeling good right at this moment. And she did feel good. The throb of the music had an almost palpable texture. Shubhangi’s skin seemed alive to every sensation and the feel of the crowd around her felt wonderful as if she was part of a greater whole. Somewhere deep down Shubhangi thought she heard a mental alarm go off, but then it was lost in the perfection of this moment. Nothing could be wrong that felt so wonderful.

 

Shubhangi looked down and saw Richa returning her smile with her own radiance. ‘God she is beautiful’ Shubhangi thought, Shubhangi wanted to kiss Richa now so badly that it was almost a compulsion. Shubhangi took Richa’s hands in her and pulled Richa to her in time to the music. Shubhangi wanted to feel Richa’s body and the radiance that she held. Shubhangi didn’t kiss Richa, but rather felt Richa’s warmth and softness against her body and shivered with sexual desire so strong that it was overwhelming. Shubhangi was so horny she could barely stand it. Shubhangi felt a hand encircle her waist and a body press against her back. Shubhangi turned to see a twenty something man smiling at her tentatively. He was tall and blond sexy. Without thought or consideration Shubhangi kissed him on the mouth. Shubhangi wanted to taste him. He was gorgeous, Shubhangi licked his lips and plunged her tongue into his mouth. His hands began kneading her breasts in a way that was both untalented but felt so wonderful.

 

Shubhangi’s hand found his jeans and massaged his hardening cock, she wanted him; she broke the kiss momentarily and turned to Richa who was in a deep lip lock with Chad. Part of Shubhangi envied her. Chad was sexy as hell and didn’t seem nearly as offensive as Shubhangi originally had thought. Shubhangi imagined Chad and the unknown blond man fucking hard and fast and felt a hot warmth flood her pussy. Shubhangi took Richa by the hand and drew her near to herself. Chad looked confused but then he saw the lust in Shubhangi’s eyes and only smiled. Something was wrong here, but Shubhangi’s mind seemed dull and unable to sort it out. Part of it was the immense overwhelming beauty Shubhangi felt all around her and her sudden and deep desire to fulfil her sexual desire.

 

“God…Aunt Shu…you’re so fucking sexy…I want to tear off all my clothes right now…and fuck everyone…” Richa said giggling and licking her lips. Hearing Richa speak like this in the middle of the dance floor would have been shocking to Shubhangi, but under the circumstances Shubhangi knew exactly how Richa felt. This time Shubhangi did kiss Richa and Richa kissed Shubhangi back. The kiss was hungry and full of passion. Somewhere in the background Shubhangi heard Chad say “Fuck yeah…” and heard him high five the mysterious blond man. Shubhangi didn’t care, she was lost in a haze of lust and the warmth of Richa’s mouth. Richa and Shubhangi were pried apart by unseen hands that eventually materialized into Chad’s and the boy toy as Shubhangi had come to think of tall, blond, and sexy.

 

“You two want to party?” Chad asked Richa.

Richa smiled and was about to say something when she turned to Shubhangi and whispered conspiratorially “I think…I’m going to finally get laid…” And then she giggled. Shubhangi found herself giggling with Richa. Deep down Shubhangi heard her alarm bells again, louder this time, but again they were lost in a haze of lust and desire, she only wanted to be with Richa and fuck and fuck and fuck.

 

“Let’s go upstairs…” Chad suggested smiling. Shubhangi watched him take Richa gently by the arm and lead her toward a staircase at the other end of the building. Likewise, tall, blond, and hard began pulling Shubhangi that direction. Shubhangi bit her lip feeling a moment of indecision flow through her. Is this what Shubhangi really wanted to do?

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Chapter: 21: Part Two: X

 

 

And then Shubhangi saw Chad’s hand on Richa’s ass, Richa skirt flipped momentarily giving Shubhangi a view of her perfect ass and all indecision left Shubhangi. Shubhangi followed. Wanting. The staircase spiralled once in its thirty-foot ascent over the throng that danced below. Shubhangi could smell the sweat and heat of the crowd that seemed to drive her sexual frenzy, she watched the ebb and flow of the crowd that was like a stormy sea from this height. No longer a group of individuals, but a pulsing living organism of its own, made up of hundreds of people moving in rhythm to the music. Shubhangi licked her lips, her mouth was as dry as cotton, but she felt the energy of the crowd below her and her own burning lust as she followed Richa up and up.

 

At the top stood a single framed steel door painted black. Chad stood talking to another man who was not dressed up for show. He wore jeans and a t-shirt with an over jacket that hung slightly to one side. Perhaps it was the booze or the drugs, but Shubhangi didn’t notice the shoulder holster and handgun hanging below his right arm pit. In retrospect, Shubhangi wondered if she would have even cared in her current state. She was living in the moment as they say, and at the moment she was nothing but horny. Richa seemed in a similar state. After a few seconds of discussion, the man at the door shook his head and opened the door. Chad handed the man a five-dollar bill and was oblivious to the roll of the man’s eyes. Chad and then Richa disappeared through the door into the waiting darkness. Shubhangi followed eagerly and the last of her internal alarm bells were ignored.

 

Sweat was the first thing Shubhangi noticed, she smelled sweat as soon as she walked through the door. Not old gross sweat, but fresh in the middle of fucking sweat. The smell made Shubhangi tingle with desire. Shubhangi found herself in a long hallway with light glimmering at the other end, she could hardly see anything and as soon as the door shut behind her, all sound from the club was gone. Shubhangi felt the blond man’s hand on her ass and it felt comforting. A chill went up her back as Shubhangi paced a foot behind Richa and Chad.

 

Richa was leaning into Chad, and he was rubbing her ass as he walked and supported her. His other hand must have been fondling her erect nipples as Shubhangi heard Richa whimper with desire. The sound made Shubhangi’s own pussy burn and ache for attention, her mind was an X-rated movie with her as the star. Mouth, pussies and cocks were all around her in her mind. This is what Shubhangi craved and so intensely that she felt that without satisfaction she may die from her own desire. The hallway opened up into a room and Shubhangi first sight was an attractive 20 something black woman. She was naked and bent over the back of a lounge chair. Her breasts were small and her nipples stood on end. Behind her a white man was thrusting himself into her, hard and fast. She was moaning her pleasure and took no notice of them although she must have seen them. Shubhangi was mesmerized and could not take her eyes off the black woman.

 

The blond man behind Shubhangi unzipped Shubhangi’s skirt and Shubhangi let it fall to the floor. Shubhangi was biting her bottom lip as the man reached his climax and withdrew himself from the woman.  The woman whimpered in frustration as the man jerked himself to orgasm on her back. A thick spray of white semen erupted from the man and painted wet striped across the woman’s backside. Shubhangi shivered in mini-orgasm at the sight of them. Shubhangi felt like they were the next item up for bids in the price is right and she couldn’t wait. Shubhangi turned to Richa who was pressed against the wall with Chad kissing her madly and pawing at her. Richa was naked except for her socks, Shubhangi grinned at the image. Shubhangi also lusted. Richa wrapped her naked, sock clad legs around Chad as he pinned her against the wall and grinded herself against him.

 

Chad slid Richa into the light of the room but continued to dry fuck her against the wall. Richa’s shirt and skirt lay in a heap, the socks she wore were amazingly erotic wrapped around Chad’s body. Shubhangi felt her underwear slide down her legs and nimble fingers massage her clit. Shubhangi closed her eyes in the bliss of it, she was then led to the wall next to Richa and pressed against it. Shubhangi had somehow lost her socks, but still retained her blouse. Blond guy pressed up against Shubhangi and their mouths met hungrily. His cock pressed against Shubhangi through the thin fabric of his pants, Shubhangi thrust her cunt hard against his cock. Shubhangi wanted it inside of her more than anything in the world, her hands were pushed above her head and her left made contact with Richa’s right. They held hands while blond guy licked Shubhangi’s swollen nipples.

 

Shubhangi heard Richa’s grunt as Chad pushed himself into her. Richa squeezed Shubhangi’s hand telling her she was full of his cock. Chad pants bunched around his ankles, as Richa was pinned next to Shubhangi against the wall. Shubhangi watched him fuck Richa. Richa pussy slick and wet with her excitement, and Chad’s cock pushing into her and then sliding out pulling her lips slightly with friction as he did. Then he would plunge deep into Richa and she would groan with desire. Shubhangi could smell Richa and almost taste her excitement.

 

Blond guy pushed into Shubhangi a second later and deep, her slick cunt opened wide and took him in one deep thrust of his ass. Shubhangi pulled him tightly against her with her right hand still grasping Richa’s with her left. Shubhangi thrust hard against him trying to push back to gain a deeper penetration, she wanted him to fuck her in half. Shubhangi wanted him so bad. she felt so wonderful, but she didn’t cum which surprised her. Shubhangi was sure she would cum like a geyser at the lightest touch, but she didn’t. Shubhangi could feel the desire building and building, but she couldn’t crest, she fucked him harder and felt him speeding in his urgent thrusts.

 

“Please make me cum…Don’t cum yet…” Shubhangi cried as she felt him building inside her, she wanted so badly but couldn’t cum. He was close and Shubhangi was so close but yet not there.

 

“Fuck me…” Shubhangi screamed.

 

“Yeah…fuck her…” an unexpected reply came. Shubhangi looked over his shoulder to see a small group of men watching them with drinks in hand. Not 20 somethings from the club, but men. Some of them were in there 30s, but many were older yet. They glared lecherously at Shubhangi, Shubhangi wondered what she looked like in their eyes. What was she to them?

 

Shubhangi wondered briefly who they were but was too lost in the sex to care. Richa was urgently rocking her hips as if trying to push herself toward orgasm. Shubhangi was doing the same against blond guy’s cock. He was nothing but a masturbation toy for Shubhangi at this point. There was no intimacy here. No feelings. He was just a cock to fuck, and a tool to make her cum. Shubhangi fucked him hard pushing herself harder to cum, but yet she couldn’t climb over the top of the erotic peak to the wonderful orgasmic release she sought. Shubhangi fucked harder. Chad came first grunting into Richa and emptying himself in her. Richa cried out her frustration, and Shubhangi once again thought of the black woman who was now nowhere in sight.

 

Blond guy came a second later inside of Shubhangi, Shubhangi could feel his hot seed filling her molten but unsatisfied pussy.

 

“Fuck you came…” Shubhangi uttered as she was being lowered to her feet. Laughter erupted behind Shubhangi; she once again noticed the men. Blond guy flushed with embarrassment and for a second, Shubhangi saw anger flash in his eyes, she was sure he would hit her, but instead he shrugged and turned away from Shubhangi and left.

 

Chad was zipping up his pants smiling. “You’re quite a fuck Richa…so glad you stopped by…” He said smugly. Then he too turned to leave. Shubhangi was horny and confused, but somewhere in the back of her brain she was also starting to sober up. Her alarm bells were back. They needed to get the fuck out of here. Richa was masturbating openly trying to get herself off, she was focused on nothing but Cumming. Shubhangi almost dropped her own hand to her cunt. But then a part of her mind seemed to wake up. This was insane. What are they doing? Shubhangi grabbed Richa by the shoulder and pulled her to a standing position.

 

Shubhangi picked up her skirt and threw Richa’s hers. “Get Dressed…” Shubhangi said as she surveyed their surroundings without the complete blindfold of lust. They were in a room that was approximately 30 feet long and an unknowable depth. At the end of the room they occupied was what appeared to be a living room type area. There were televisions and lounge chairs and a bar at one end. The other end was dark, but Shubhangi could see shadows and shapes. Shubhangi sensed this was a secret place and danger lurked for those bold enough to discover them. Shadows of people moved in the darkness and Shubhangi was surprised that she’d not noticed them before. Quiet murmurs reached Shubhangi’s ears and she felt very naked and vulnerable although she was more dressed than she’d been seconds earlier.

 

Richa seemed to be coming around, but more slowly. A feeling of dread came over Shubhangi, she took Richa by the hand and pulled her hurriedly back down the long hall. Shubhangi pushed open the black door into the club and almost knocked over the man who let them in.

 

“Easy Ladies…” He said grabbing both of their arms.

 

“Let go of me…fucker…” Shubhangi snarled.

 

His face went hard and cold so fast it was like watching a Dr Jekyll transformation. His eyes were like cold blue furnaces. His lips became a thin white line.

 

“Just a second I think…” He said calmly while gripping Shubhangi’s arm to the edge of pain. Something in his eyes did not allow for discussion. He tapped something on his belt and spoke into an earpiece/microphone set that Shubhangi hadn’t noticed before. “Two on the run…I need a decision…” He said to God knows who.

 

“Yes Sir…Chad brought them in…” he spoke and then paused.

 

“No sir…never before…” Another pause stretched out for what felt like hours.

 

“Yes sir…” He spoke finally. The man turned to Shubhangi and Richa and smiled. Once again, he was a friendly doorman. Shubhangi’s stomach knotted. “You ladies have a nice night…if you need a ride home…you can ask Maurice at the front door…” And then he released them.

 

For a second or two Shubhangi couldn’t move, but then she found she could. Shubhangi turned and began to pull Richa down the spiral stairs. Before they descended three of them the door man called after them “And ladies…I suggest that you not come back here…and just forget anything that may or may not have happened on the other side of that door…” There was no trace of humour in his cold voice. His voice trailed off as they descended. At the bottom, Shubhangi pushed through the crowd with Richa in tow. Shubhangi didn’t head toward the front door, but rather an emergency exit at the back that she’d noticed earlier.

 

Shubhangi hit the door with the force of her weight and it swung open hard banging against the brick alley wall. Shubhangi stepped into the relative quiet and clean air of the Chicago night and ran pulling Richa behind her. Shubhangi felt anything but clean, but it was better than being in that place. The smells of sex and sweat of that place no longer aroused her. Shubhangi’s stomach rolled and her body threatened to empty her stomach onto the asphalt of the alley. A homeless man smiled a toothless grin at them and he glared at them with empty hollow eyes. Shubhangi put her nausea out of her mind. If she puked, she would do it while running. Shubhangi ran as fast as she could down the alley, all the while pulling Richa who seemed disoriented and confused. At the end, Shubhangi was out of breath, and was slowing down. But then she pictured Mr. Doorman in her mind and thought of him changing his mind (or whomever he called Sir) about letting them go. Shubhangi pictured those cold blue eyes and found she could run again after all.

 

They hailed a cab two blocks north of Division Street and Shubhangi gave the driver her address. Only then did she relax a little. Richa was stunned and frightened. Shubhangi looked at Richa and saw not the confident woman she was, but the scarred child she might become. Shubhangi hugged Richa tightly, Richa quivered against Shubhangi. A block into the cab ride Richa began to cry, her tears were a relief. Anyone who could cry was not broken beyond repair. Shubhangi pulled Richa to her and let Richa have her tears. The cab driver watched them in the rear-view mirror. Shubhangi saw both pity and contempt in those eyes.

 

“Just fucking drive…” Shubhangi spat at him, and he looked away as if to say, ‘whatever lady’.

 

And then Shubhangi felt something she’d never felt before: cold fury. Shubhangi felt her own eyes harden in their sockets and she imagined lashing out at the cab driver. It was irrational, but it was there. Shubhangi could kill him right now, not because he’d done anything wrong, but because she was so fucking angry. As Shubhangi held Richa sobbing into her chest, Shubhangi’s fury built into a rage the way a match flame left unattended might grow into a forest fire. Her rage built with each tear that wetted her blouse. Each sob was like an oil tanker of fuel for the fire of her rage. It built until it felt like a nuclear detonation inside of her. Rolling flames of rage rolled into a tempest deep in her heart, but also a coldness that numbed her soul. That coldness seemed to numb Shubhangi’s feelings and deadened her humanity and somewhere she knew it. But it also was a comforting coldness, and she embraced it willingly even if it meant damnation.

 

The coldness was hate. Hate for what had just happened. Hate for the fact they were used. Hate for the laughter as they were fucked. Although it was technically date bang, Shubhangi was also a willing participant, and she hated that part of herself that let her sexual desire drive reason from her. But most of all her hate was for Chad. He was the engineer of their evening, and Shubhangi swore that she would bring the vengeance of her rage to him. That mother fucker was going to pay for tonight as God as Shubhangi’s witness.

 

* * * * * * * *

 

When they arrived at Shubhangi’s apartment Richa had stopped crying although red streaks of her tears lined her face. Her eyes were puffy and while she was still pretty, a part of her radiant beauty had died this night. Shubhangi wondered if it would return in time. Maybe, but probably not the same way it shined before. That also made Shubhangi angry.

 

“Are you okay?” Richa looked at Shubhangi, tried to smile as she asked.

 

Shubhangi looked at Richa dumbfounded. Okay was something Shubhangi definitely was not. Richa must have sensed the depth of Shubhangi’s rage.

 

“I mean are you hurt?” Richa rephrased.

 

Shubhangi relaxed. This was not Richa’s fault Shubhangi reminded herself. Perhaps Shubhangi should have known better. Definitely should have known better, but she didn’t anticipate Chad being more than just a self centered fuck. Shubhangi would not have thought he’d the balls to drug them. Shubhangi had misjudged him. Richa was not the first young woman in the city to be blinded by the good looks and power, but Shubhangi had been there. There is a saying: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. This was Richa’s once and Shubhangi’s twice.

 

“I’m not hurt…Richa…what about you?” Shubhangi said soothingly.

 

“Not hurt…” Richa assured Shubhangi. “But…” Richa stammered, tears welled in her eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry…” And then the flood gates of her humiliation and frustration hit Richa and she sobbed. Her words broken into a flood of incoherent babbling as the tears flowed with renewed vigor. Shubhangi pulled Richa to her and stroked her hair as she soothed her.

 

“It’s not your fault…Richa…” Shubhangi said. They stood like this for almost 10 minutes in Shubhangi’s living room until Richa’s tears and sobs subsided.

 

“I feel like such an idiot…” Finally, Richa spoke again.

 

Shubhangi smiled at Richa and said “Well you probably deserve that feeling…but cut yourself a little slack…he was hot…” Richa laughed a horse wet laugh able to find perhaps the only shred of humour in an otherwise unfunny situation.

 

“I need to shower…I feel gross…” Richa said as they parted. Shubhangi could relate to that feeling. Shubhangi led Richa to the bathroom and helped her strip out of her clothes. Richa stepped into a steaming shower and Shubhangi collected Richa’s clothes and took them to the trash can in the kitchen. Shubhangi stripped out of her clothes where they joined Richa’s. Shubhangi could never again even look at them let alone wear them. Shubhangi returned to the bathroom, Shubhangi and Richa traded places. As the hot water cascaded over Shubhangi, Shubhangi let the cleansing water clean her body. She tried also to let the feeling of cleanliness wash the stain from her mind and heart. That spot seemed much tougher to clean away than physical remnants of the night. After the shower, Shubhangi and Richa retired to the living room. It was just after midnight and on any other non-work night, the night would be young.

 

Shubhangi poured two snifters of brandy and joined Richa on the couch. Neither of them spoke as they sipped their drinks. They both knew they should talk. In fact, they had to talk about this. If they didn’t, by morning the event would have changed in their minds eye to something different than it was now, and they would never be able to move past it. Shubhangi didn’t know if they could anyway, but there was a rapidly closing window on how they felt about the night’s events. At this moment Shubhangi and Richa were still connected to each other in the hell that was this night. Should they sleep, that thread would be broken and the memory of tonight would be filed away in their own ‘personal hell’ file of their psyche. It would be like a cancer that slowly ate away at their relationship and perhaps more. Every time they saw each other in the future, part of them would be reminded of the feeling of humiliation and regret of tonight.

 

The only hope for salvation of their relationship was to talk about it. To not file it away, but acknowledge it. To strengthen that bond between them so that it was a shared hell so it would not rekindle embarrassment or humiliation at the mere sight of each other. The silence between them now was pregnant with both hope and doubt. The air itself felt ready to burst. Shubhangi wondered if she should break the uncomfortable silence, but instinct told her that to do so would be damaging beyond words. So, she sipped, and waited. Richa looked at Shubhangi over the rim of her glass; she was not drinking, but smelling the strong liquor inside. She didn’t smile at all. For a minute Shubhangi thought Richa would just get up and go to bed. But then Shubhangi saw a steely resignation come across Richa’s eyes with the faintest sigh. And then Richa spoke.

 

“Aunt Shu…I can’t believe this happened…I feel so angry and ashamed…I’m not even sure what did just happen…but I’m so sorry you were there…” Her words were softly spoken and carried such regret in them that Shubhangi’s heart threatened to break. But also, there was that smoldering anger in Shubhangi’s heart, and Richa words seemed to ignite it again.

 

“Richa…I love you…it really was not your fault…Chad drugged us…” Shubhangi said.

 

“I know…but why would he…I don’t understand…I all but threw myself at him…I would have fucked him without the drugs…that is why…I was there…” Richa said looking down at her feet.

 

Shubhangi took a deep breath and said “Richa…Chad is a fucker and stupid beyond words…he is also insecure about himself as cool as he pretends to be…on some level he believes that is the only way for him to get sex…” This had a ring of truth to it, but Shubhangi also felt there was something else. Something neither of them yet understood.

 

“Yeah…I guess so…” Richa replied.

 

“Do you feel guilty?” Shubhangi asked Richa. The silence that followed was the longest of Shubhangi’s life. In a sentence she’d laid it on the table. This was what it was really all about. Guilt was the cancer that would destroy Richa’s and Shubhangi’s relationship if they let it.

 

“Yes…I know…I shouldn’t…or at least…I tell myself I shouldn’t…but I do…I feel regret and guild…” Richa replied honestly. And there it was: admission of self-awareness and truth. The guilt was no longer an internal cancer, but rather an external enemy to be fought and beaten. There was hope.

 

“You’re right…you shouldn’t…but you’ll…” Shubhangi said knowingly. Richa looked at Shubhangi with a hint of the radiance that once lived behind her eyes. Yes, there was hope in them, for both of them.

 

“I can’t believe that…I let myself go like that…I mean I should have known better…even when I was following Chad through that door…I knew…I shouldn’t, but…” Richa voice trailed off and Shubhangi remembered that feeling at the door in her own heart. The wanting and desire so strong it blocked out all other thought.

 

“I know Richa…it was the drugs…it did something to us…made us….” Shubhangi paused.

 

“Horny beyond rational thought?” Richa finished for Shubhangi.

 

“Yes…that about sums it up…” Shubhangi smiled and said.

 

Then Richa asked Shubhangi something that surprised Shubhangi. “Did you cum?”

 

Shubhangi remembered the feeling of wanting to cum. It was like climbing a mountain of illusion. Every time Shubhangi could feel like she was almost at the top, the mountain grew, she would never peak. Shubhangi shook her head slowly to the question and said “No…Did you?”

 

Richa mimicked the shake of Shubhangi’s head and said “No…I mean…I wanted to at the time…God I needed to…but it was like…I couldn’t get there….I wanted to…God knows…I was horny enough that…I should have cum if the ceiling fan kicked on…but I couldn’t…it was…Horrible…” Richa had summed up Shubhangi’s feelings exactly. They sat in silence for a minute considering. Richa spoke again. “The thing…I dread most is going to work…”

 

Shubhangi had considered this aspect of the situation peripherally, but didn’t want to confront it until Richa had. There seemed no reason to add this to the pile of issues they faced at the moment.

 

“Will you go back?” Shubhangi asked almost sure of the answer.

 

Richa’s face hardened. “Yes…that fucker is not going to keep me from doing what I love…” Then her face fell. It was like a revelation hit her hard in the gut. “My camera…my camera is gone…” Richa cried.

 

Shubhangi remembered the pictures Richa had taken earlier in the evening that was somehow a million years from where they were now. Richa had put it behind the bar of the club for safe keeping.  For a moment Shubhangi thought Richa was ready to get dressed and go get it right this second. Shubhangi was about ready to begin arguing with Richa about the folly of that trip, but Richa got there mentally before Shubhangi had uttered a word. Richa face fell as if someone had died. Her camera was gone.

 

They talked for another two hours and continued to drink brandy. It may seem strange to think about talking and drinking brandy after the night they had had. But that is exactly what they did, and it felt wonderful.  They rehashed the night over and over again, each time remembering how they felt and trying to pin point the moment they lost control. Over and over again they shared how they felt at each point in the night. Several times they fantasized about pitching the boys off the staircase and watching them splat like the bugs they were on the dance floor below. But no matter how many times they told the story it always ended in the same place. They were used by Chad who’d progressed from ‘asshole’ to ‘major asshole’ to ‘asshole of the universe’ to ‘evil fuck’ by the end of the night.

 

And this of course was good for both Shubhangi and Richa. They still didn’t have the stomach to laugh or joke about the events of the night, but they might get there, eventually. And that was good too. It would not destroy them, they would survive. By 3 AM neither of them was ready for bed although they were tired. Both Shubhangi and Richa feared the dreams that may visit them, but also, they didn’t want to break the bond they had formed as their talisman against evil. As long as they talked and drank brandy, they were safe from the world and most importantly themselves. Neither of them wanted to let go of that feeling.

 

But all good things must end, so Shubhangi took Richa by the hand. Reluctantly Richa stood knowing it was time to sleep. Shubhangi led Richa down the hall way toward their rooms. Both were on the left, Shubhangi’s first, then hers. Shubhangi stopped at her door way and hugged Richa against her.

 

“Good night young lady…try to get some rest…you need it…” Shubhangi said.

 

“Thanks…you too…” Richa said and kissed Shubhangi gently on the cheek. They parted and Shubhangi entered her room. she took off her robe and slipped into a t-shirt and then between two cool sheets. Shubhangi was drifting toward sleep when the door opened slowly. Shubhangi rolled to face Richa, Richa slowly walked quietly to the edge of Shubhangi’s bed. Richa pulled up the sheet and slid in next to Shubhangi. Richa was naked and warm.

 

“I don’t want to be alone…” Richa said. Shubhangi understood and pulled Richa close to her. Richa’s fingers found Shubhangi’s shirt, Shubhangi allowed Richa to remove it. It was not sexual, just a desire to feel safe and loved. Shubhangi needed it to, and it felt right to have Richa next to her. Shubhangi held Richa to her feeling Richa’s heart beat against her breast. Shubhangi stroked the smooth skin of Richa’s back and Richa shivered.

 

Shubhangi kissed Richa’s forehead and said “Sleep well…Richa…” Richa murmured already going down toward sleep. Shubhangi closed her eyes and followed.

 

The next morning, Shubhangi woke first, she slipped from the bed and donned her robe. Shubhangi made coffee and was well into her first cup before Richa joined Shubhangi in her robe.

 

“Sleep okay?” Shubhangi asked.

 

“Yeah…but I’m a little sore…” Richa said stretching. Shubhangi nodded, she was also a little sore, but they both had had quite a workout the night before. Shubhangi was sorer from the running than from the sex and she assumed much the same for Richa.

 

Richa took a sip of coffee and sighed “So…why is it again that…I can’t just go out…and get laid like a normal 18 year old chick…I mean…you know dinner…a movie…sex on the couch …or in a bed…why is it again…I’ve to be drugged…or date bangd…or whatever the hell just happened last night…”

 

Shubhangi laughed although it really wasn’t funny. “Richa if you still can think about sex after last night…I’m sure there is hope…”

 

Richa shook her head but smiled a little. “I know can you believe it? I think that drug must still be in my system…because after all that happened…I still had dreams of sex…and woke up horny…”

 

As Richa poured her coffee, the doorbell rang. Both Richa and Shubhangi looked at each other unknowingly, Shubhangi shrugged and moved toward the door. Shubhangi turned the knob as Hell waited on the other side.

[Lovecraft]

AS AUNT AS NIECE...

[reema4uhoney]

Chapter 23: Consequences

 

 

The door opened and one man and one woman stood on the other side. The man wore a brown suit that looked very off the rack. He was 5’9 inches tall and greying. His shoes were scuffed and unpolished. His eyes, however, were intelligent and piercing. The woman was much younger, perhaps thirty. She wore a conservative outfit with black hair tied back behind her head. She was in great shape and her body looked like that of an athlete. She could have been attractive, but her dress and demeanor made her feel cold to Shubhangi.

 

“Can I help you?” Shubhangi asked certain they had the wrong door.

 

“Shubhangi?” the older man asked.

 

Shubhangi nodded.

 

“I’m Agent Jackson…and this is Agent Mclean…we’re with the FBI…can we ask you a few questions?” the man said flipping his badge in a practiced move.

 

Shubhangi stood there confused and intimidated, she knotted her robe tighter around her. Her mouth was dry and her stomach tightened. The day had just taken on a surreal quality and the edges of the world seemed sharper than they had a moment before as the adrenaline hit Shubhangi’s blood.

 

“May we come in M’am?” the woman asked pushing the door open before the words were out of her mouth.

 

“I guess so…” Shubhangi said as the woman pushed into Shubhangi’s living room. Agent Jackson followed Shubhangi in closing the door behind him. Richa sat on the couch wide eyed as these two strangers pushed into their world. Strangers were something neither of Shubhangi or Richa wanted or needed right now, especially those with guns and badges. Shubhangi’s mind raced wondering what this was about.

 

It was then that Shubhangi noticed the brown leather bag that the woman agent of the government carried. It was Richa’s camera bag. Richa recognized the bag immediately and jumped up and attempted to take it from Agent Mclean.

 

“That’s mine…” Richa said as she reached for the bag.

 

Agent Mclean spoke softly but held the bag out of Richa’s reach “And you are?” she queried.

 

“Richa…” Richa replied.

 

The two agents exchanged a glance that said “It’s them…”

 

“Shubhangi…Richa… why don’t we’ve a seat and talk…” Agent Mclean said smoothly leaving no room for discussion. Agent Jackson had somehow magically moved to the couch and beckoned them to join him. Shubhangi felt terribly uncomfortable in only her robe with these two making themselves at home in her apartment. Shubhangi felt naked and afraid and she hated them for that feeling. Shubhangi wondered if it was an intentional ploy to question them this early when they would likely not be dressed. Shubhangi suspected it was. But what choice did they have. Shubhangi and Richa sat on the couch with the agents directly across from them.

 

“What’s this all about?” Shubhangi asked boldly hoping to get to the bottom of this.

 

The agents exchanged glances and this time it was Jackson who spoke “Ever heard of a club called ‘X’?” he asked.

 

It was Shubhangi’s and Richa’s turn to exchange glances. Shubhangi wondered if they looked guilty of something.

 

“Yes…I’ve…unfortunately…” Shubhangi said truthfully.

 

“And were you there last night?” Mclean piped in.

 

Shubhangi sighed and said “You know we were…or you wouldn’t be here…”

 

“And this is yours?” Mclean said to Richa indicating her camera bag.

 

“Yes…I left it at ‘X’ by accident…it was behind the bar…and when we…Er…left…I forgot it…” Richa said fiercely. Richa had almost said ‘escaped’ but caught herself in time.

 

“When you…left?” Agent Mclean asked emphasizing that she did not miss the pause.

 

“Yes…may I’ve it back.?” Richa asked. Mclean and Jackson exchanged one of those glances again and Jackson nodded. Mclean handed Richa her bag.

 

Richa immediately opened it and sorted through its contents. “Where’s my film?” Richa asked.

 

“Confiscated…sorry…” Mclean answered not really sounding sorry at all.

 

Shubhangi was now really confused. “Maybe you two can fill me in…but what exactly is going on?”

 

“What time did you leave last night ma’am?” Jackson asked.

 

“I don’t know…maybe 11:30…we were home by midnight…I know that…” Shubhangi replied.

 

“And can anyone confirm that?” Mclean asked.

 

Shubhangi felt her temper rising and her eyes going cold. “No…they cannot…”

 

“Well maybe the cab driver…” Richa said helpfully. Shubhangi could have slapped Richa.

 

Jackson had magically produced a pen and notebook. “What cab company young lady?”

 

Richa stared at him unknowingly. “I don’t know…a yellow one…” Richa said with sarcasm.

 

Shubhangi sighed in resignation and said “It was Chicago Checker Cab Company…the driver was a middle-aged man with grey hair and brown eyes…I don’t know his name….”

 

The agents once again exchanged one of their glances. “And you two say you left before midnight…” Mclean asked.

 

“No…I don’t ‘say it’…that is what happened…” Shubhangi snarled really not liking this condescending bitch.

 

“I mean no disrespect…” Mclean said sarcastically which only made Shubhangi madder.

 

“So…you left the club early and then what?” Jackson asked.

 

“We came back here…” Shubhangi said. “Now why are you so interested in our evening?” Shubhangi asked again.

 

“And you got back here by midnight?” Mclean asked again.

 

“Do you always answer a question with a question?” Shubhangi asked fuming.

 

Mclean smiled and said “No ma’am…I’m just trying to ascertain the time you arrived here last night…”

 

“I already told you…we were here by midnight…maybe before…I didn’t check the atomic clock…now what the fuck is this about?” Shubhangi snarled at both of them.

 

“No reason to get upset ma’am…” Jackson said in a reasonable tone that further fueled Shubhangi’s anger.

 

“No reason to get upset? Are you kidding? It’s before 9 AM…I’ve had a hell of a day already… and now the FBI is here harassing me…and refuses to tell me why…so yes…Mr. Jackson…I’m upset…and you can get the hell out of my house…or tell me what is going on…” Shubhangi fumed. Shubhangi stood and walked toward the door and started to open it for them.

 

“Does the name Chad…mean anything to you?” Mclean asked without even beginning to get up.

 

Shubhangi slammed the door and turned back to them. Richa’s eyes were wide with fear at the mention of Chad’s name. Shubhangi face must have gone white. Shubhangi took a deep breath and let it out. “Agents…I don’t know what you are getting at…but please spit it out…”

 

Jackson shrugged again as if saying ‘what the hell’.

 

Mclean turned to Shubhangi and Richa and said, “Chad was murdered last night…three blocks from ‘X’…his head was cut off…and body was left in a dumpster…” In one fluid moment Mclean produced from her pocket an 8x10 color glossy of Chad’s severed head.

 

Richa gasped. Shubhangi shuddered. Both of them were speechless and repulsed.

 

Mclean continued “Now…let’s cut the shit…you were both at ‘X’ last night…you probably used drugs…and you definitely had sex with Chad…at least one of you did…” She paused staring at Richa whose face would have flushed if it was not so green from staring at the photo.

 

“Now Chad is dead…and it appears…he was killed by some people from ‘X’…I want to know who killed him…and I think you two have information that might be valuable…so…we can do this one of two ways…choice 1 is…you sit your skinny ass back down…and talk to us…about everything that happened last night…or choice 2 is…we drag you downtown in your bath robe…throw you in lockup with the hookers…and dykes for a few days…and if there is anything left of you after that…we will talk to you then…” Mclean said dropping all pretense of civility.

 

This woman was deranged with obsession and as dangerous as anyone who had killed Chad. Shubhangi looked at her eyes and knew she meant to do every word of what she said. She was crazy with power and the reality that she could make good on her turned Shubhangi’s blood cold. Shubhangi stood dumbfounded. Tears welled in Richa’s eyes. Shubhangi looked at Richa and swallowed her anger. Shubhangi walked softly to the edge of the couch and sat down again.

 

“What would you like to know?” Shubhangi asked in resignation.

 

Jackson produced a tape recorder. “Everything…” he said. And Shubhangi told them.

 

* * * * * * * * * * *

 

When Shubhangi finished her story leaving out no detail they all sat in silence. Richa had corroborated many of the historical facts about her meeting Chad at work, her crush on him, and culminating with fucking him in a strange living room above the throbbing dance floor of ‘X’. It was now nearly noon, but Shubhangi had no appetite even though it had been dinner the night before since she’d eaten. Mclean took notes as they covered the story again and again. After the third time she put away her pen and notebook. Jackson stood signalling their departure. He made an effort to shake Shubhangi’s hand and said “Thank you for your help Shubhangi…and you too Richa…”

 

“Wait a minute…” Richa said. “That’s it?”

 

Shubhangi was happy to get Agent Jackson and Mclean out of her house as fast as possible, but Richa had a point.

 

“What do you mean?” Mclean asked with the edge back in her voice.

 

“Well what happened to Chad? I mean he was an asshole…but someone killed him…Who? Why?” Richa asked.

 

Mclean looked uncomfortable for the first time and Shubhangi enjoyed her discomfort, Shubhangi didn’t know why. Jackson seemed to consider for a minute and sat back down. “Have you ever heard of a man named Roland Spiegel?” he asked.

 

Shubhangi and Richa both shook their heads in unison.

 

Jackson said “Spiegel owns ‘X’ through a variety of holding companies…both here and in New York…he has several business interests…that include illegal drug trafficking…and weapons smuggling…we’re not talking small arms to street gangs here…we’re talking about missiles to Syria…and Anthrax to Iraq…since 9/11 the risks of drug…and weapons trafficking have increased…it’s the agencies number 1 priority…and the penalty includes death…it’s not an easy case to beat anymore…and a lot of the Spiegel’s of the world have looked for higher profit…lower risk businesses…”

 

“So…he retired…and runs nightclubs now?” Shubhangi asked incredulously.

 

“Hardly…now his interests have moved from…distribution to manufacture of drugs…he has hired chemists from all over the world…to produce new varieties of recreational drugs…” Mclean said.

 

“You mean like Ecstacy and LSD?” Richa asked.

 

“Well…crudely speaking yes…but these drugs are so new…there are not even hard defined laws against them…the drugs produce euphoria…strong sexual response…and a feeling of godlike power in a few…the feelings people pay big bucks for…” Mclean said.

 

Shubhangi nodded beginning to understand. “So…he uses his clubs to sell these drugs? Right?” Jackson and Mclean shook their heads as if explaining something to the slowest kid in the class.

 

“I wish that was all he did…but as I said…he is now the manufacturer not the distributor…”

 

“What does that mean?” Shubhangi asked feeling left out of the discussion.

 

Mclean turned to Shubhangi and said “He uses ‘X’ to test his drugs not sell them…it’s his own personal FDA…without the pesky regulations…that protect people from dying…he gives the drugs…to test subjects…and sees what will happen…the reactions in the subjects are recorded…and analysed to further refine the drug…”

 

“One of his drugs looked very promising…except that it had the unfortunate side effect…of killing anyone who used it within 48 hours…others caused madness and massive strokes…still others create this euphoric feeling…and cause strong sexual responses…” Jackson said.

 

Shubhangi thought of the feeling that hit her the night before and was horrified. “And we took some of that shit last night?”

 

“It appears so…” Jackson said.

 

“Recorded how?” Richa asked.

 

Mclean turned to Richa and asked “What?”

 

“You said the reactions are recorded and analysed…if they have scientists looking at this from all over the world…how are the reactions recorded? I mean scientists wouldn’t collect cocktail napkins that said ‘Got horny’ as scientific data…and I didn’t see any lab coat types there…” Richa said.

 

Jackson fidgeted in his seat for the first time, but then said “They videotape the reactions…and then send the video files over the internet…to encrypted locations all over the world…so far we’ve not been successful in intercepting…and decoding the recordings….Mr. Spiegel seems to have developed a new type of encryption technology…that he has not licensed or share with the rest of the world…”

 

“Oh shit…so right now…there is a video of us…getting fucked three ways from Sunday on the internet?” Shubhangi asked.

 

Mclean smiled and said “Actually no…we were able to intercept last night’s tapes…due to our involvement in Chad’s murder…they had not yet been encrypted…the tapes are how we found …you two so quickly…that and the camera bag helped…”

 

Shubhangi could not think of anything to say, she had a million questions, but the thought of the FBI having a video of her and Richa having sex was not a prospect Shubhangi had planned on.

 

“And you are going to destroy those tapes right?” Richa asked fearing she knew the answer.

 

Jackson said “Hardly…they are the only hard evidence of what is going on…we have known about Spiegel for a while…but the tapes are proof that something nasty is going on…right now there are 300 Federal Agents worldwide…investigating him because of those tapes…”

 

Shubhangi closed her eyes as the enormity of the situation hit her. 300 FBI agents all watching her fuck. And Shubhangi wondered how long before some pervert in the pentagon uploaded that file to the internet or NBC news just because he was a pissed off bureaucrat. This was out of control.

 

Jackson must have read Shubhangi’s face. “Don’t worry Shubhangi…only 4 people have seen the tape…and that is all that will probably ever see it providing…we can get Spiegel to court without it…”

 

Shubhangi saw the trap was just sprung and Shubhangi wondered what it meant. “Which of course is really why you’re here?” Shubhangi said.

 

“You’re a quick study…” Mclean said sarcastically and with distaste for Shubhangi. Shubhangi wanted to punch her teeth out of her head.

 

“What does that mean?” Shubhangi asked.

 

Mclean handed Shubhangi her card and said “We’ll be in touch…for now…just don’t plan on leaving Chicago for the next week or two…”

 

“It’s a free country…” Richa said defiantly. It was bad timing, but Shubhangi knew how Richa felt.

 

Mclean just smiled and said “Young lady…you’re absolutely right…it is a free country…but let me tell you…what I’ll do to your freedom…should you decide to exercise it…first…I’ll personally send a tape to your mother…secondly…I’ll personally hunt you down…and toss your ass in federal prison for obstruction of justice…and third…I’ll make sure you’re more famous than Paris Hilton…so use your freedom wisely…”

 

Richa met Mclean’s eyes defiantly, but in them she sensed the same madness Shubhangi did and eventually was the first to look away. Richa would not be going anywhere, and neither would Shubhangi.

 

“Wait…what about us? What about the drugs we took? I mean are we going to be okay?” Shubhangi asked worriedly.

 

Both agents looked at each other again now visibly uncomfortable. Jackson spoke “Honestly… we don’t know…the fact that you seem okay now…seems to work in your favour…I think the danger is likely over…all of his drugs that have been horrific…have had consequences within 48 hours…but most much quicker…”

 

“So…we’re either okay…or in the next 24 hours we might…” Richa’s voice broke and she could not finish the thought.

 

“You mean…you have sat here for three hours questioning us…knowing we may drop dead at any minute?” Shubhangi said too horrified to adequately convey her revulsion. “We’ve to get to a doctor….” Shubhangi said.

 

Jackson gripped Shubhangi’s arm as Shubhangi attempted to push past him. There was hardness his eyes, but also compassion and kindness. “It won’t do any good…” He said softly. “The drugs have already done any damage that is going to be done…and metabolize quickly… your body has already suffered the damage…it is going to incur…it’s really just a matter of if it kills you or not…you can go to the hospital…but it’s still just a waiting game…here or there makes no difference…”

 

Shubhangi whirled around now really angry. “But…of course…it was important to talk to us… before you mentioned this little ‘wrinkle’ right? I mean what if we didn’t cooperate fully… knowing we could keel over in the middle of questioning…wouldn’t look good not to get the full report would it…” Shubhangi was pissed off. How could these people act like this?

 

Mclean said reasonably “It really won’t make any difference…one way or the other…what’s done is done…”

 

Shubhangi turned on her savagely. “Fuck you…maybe you would feel differently…if you were…the one who drank that spiked screwdriver last night…you fucking cunt…” Shubhangi had never felt hate so strongly as she did for that woman in that moment. Shubhangi slammed the door on them hard. Shubhangi trembled at revelation as she looked at Richa. Shubhangi pictured both of them face down in a sopping mess of their own blood and vomit. The image had a premonition quality to it, and the hairs on Shubhangi’s neck stood up in fear. Shubhangi and Richa sat down, neither able to speak, and waited for death or redemption.

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Chapter 24: Redemption

Redemption, if that’s what it was, came not all at once, but in a slow, agonizing drift as the seconds, minutes, and hours drifted by like leaves on the surface of a slow-moving river. Every minute that passed seemed to increase the odds of survival, but the passage of one minute to the next did not guarantee it. For the first hour Shubhangi and Richa sat in stunned silence, with their arms crossed over their chest as their brain processed the reality of their situation. The first hour was the worst except perhaps for the dying hour which would come later. Shubhangi just didn’t know if later was this afternoon or at some point 40 years hence. Did anyone really?

 

The tears came next, Shubhangi and Richa’s started within moments of each other. They were hot tears that spilled from the corners of Shubhangi’s eyes slowly at first and then with increasing rapidity. They were not the tears of sadness or regret. Those would come later. These were the tears of fear and each one that fell only increased that fear in exponential rapidity. Shubhangi felt trapped by time itself. There was nothing to do but wait. Patience is a virtue, they say, but what was Shubhangi waiting for? Each minute that past moved them ever closer to relief or death and Shubhangi was powerless to stop the flow of the river of time. It was terrifying beyond what written words can express. The sobs came next and Shubhangi’s hands shook in nervous jitters and she wondered if this was the product of her emotions or some hellish poison that coursed through her blood.

 

Shubhangi and Richa found each other and they clung to each other like shipwreck victims in a frothing, angry sea. Richa’s tears were as hot as Shubhangi’s and they held each other closely, and fiercely. A single thought occurred to Shubhangi as she held Richa. What if Richa went before Shubhangi? ‘God please no’, Shubhangi prayed, she could not bear witness to the hell of watching Richa die before her eyes, knowing that nothing could save her. And also knowing her own death loomed perhaps only minutes after Richa’s.

 

Shubhangi shivered and pulled Richa closer to her. “I love you…” Shubhangi whispered between the shivering sobs that racked her body. And she did love Richa. The sound of Shubhangi’s voice was racked with fear and sadness, and Richa sobbed harder at Shubhangi’s words. When the sobbing subsided in slow choked gasps, Shubhangi kissed Richa’s face tenderly and Richa kissed Shubhangi’s. Richa tears tasted salty, and Shubhangi was overcome with a terrible sense of loss. Shubhangi smiled at Richa’s beauty, for she was beautiful even in what might very well be her death.

 

Richa smiled back with wet eyes and tear streaked cheeks. Even now there was the radiance of life in her. ‘This can’t be happening’, Shubhangi’s mind screamed, but it was happening. And it was hell.

 

“I think…I’ve bad taste in men…” Richa said trying to turn the corner of her mouth up in a smile, but not quite able to force it to come.

 

Shubhangi laughed in emotional release, more than humour, she would not have thought it possible, but somehow Richa still bring laughter to Shubhangi. And the fact that Richa could still radiate that glow that was uniquely Richa touched Shubhangi’s heart beyond anything Shubhangi have ever felt before.

 

“Richa…I’ve had my share of bad dates…but I don’t think anyone will top this…” Shubhangi replied finding that sarcasm and humour were as a good a defence against how she really felt as any. Richa grinned at Shubhangi with humour but also with a sadness that twisted in Shubhangi’s heart. Shubhangi would remember that face for as long as she lived, which might not be a very long time at all. They hugged again tightly each taking comfort from the warmth of the other.

 

“I’m so fucking sorry…” Richa said as she pressed her body into Shubhangi’s fiercely.

 

“Me too…” Shubhangi said, and they cried again; two lost souls clinging to hope in a frothing sea of anguish.

 

* * * * * *

 

What seemed like years of hell later, Shubhangi looked at the clock in the kitchen. It read 2:47 pm which her mind translated into 2 hours since they began their death watch, as she’d come to think of it. They estimated that they had ingested Chad’s hellish cocktail at around 9:00 pm the night before. That left them with 12 hours or so to wait for whatever may happen. They had no basis for this theoretical deadline, but if felt right and Shubhangi was learning to trust those feelings. Only hours left to redemption, or maybe much less than that to death. The more time that passed the more Shubhangi was convinced that this was a cruel game of God’s.

 

Each minute that passed seemed to give more hope, but rather than sooth Shubhangi, the clock seemed to be marching toward death. Unstoppable and irrevocable time marched toward death that lurked near enough that Shubhangi could feel its cold breath on her skin. Was it seconds away? Minutes? Hours?

 

Shubhangi mind was no longer numb, but surprisingly full of lists. Her mind seemed to speed ahead as if in some race against the Devil himself, burning up the emotional energy churning through her by making list after endless list. Lists of friends she wanted to say good bye to. Lists of people she’d wronged and should apologize to. Lists of regrets and opportunities lost. Her whole life seemed reduced to lists and lists. When Shubhangi was in college, there was a game they used to play in their dormitory. They would sit around in a circle of someone’s drinking cheap beer, hoping that their R/A did not smell the alcohol or marijuana smoke that drifted through room. Those were the days when Shubhangi was young and sure that she would live forever.

 

The game didn’t even have a name, but they played it several times on nights when there just didn’t seem like there was anything better than being with good friends drinking cheap beer.

It always started with the same question “What would you do if you found out you only had 1 day to live?”

 

They started at random and went around the circle telling the group what they, the immortals, would do if they found out they were mortal and on a short clock. This idea was clearly ridiculous, and the answers always were fun and always ended up in the same place: a 24-hour orgy of sex, drugs, and all things hedonistic. The more depraved the squandering of those 24 hours, the more right the idea felt. In retrospect this game was their way to rage against the passage of time as each of them marched slowly toward the final reality of death. Today Shubhangi didn’t rage, but whimpered and cowered as the death clock marched on toward whatever lie ahead.

 

And she made lists. Shubhangi was also surprisingly full of energy. Her lists upon lists piled up in her mind, but there was one list that always was on top of the pile. This list had but one word written upon it: Shakti.

 

Shubhangi paced up and down the hall and across the living room as her mind whirled, she noticed crumbs on the floor from where she’d eaten cookies while watching a movie the week before. Shubhangi bent to pick up the offending crumb and thought how ridiculous that was. She dropped it back on the floor. Suddenly she’d a violent desire to grind it with her foot into the carpet until it was nothing but dust. But then she may soon be dust herself, and she let the crumb lie where it fell. Shubhangi felt her stomach roll threatening to empty itself onto the carpet next to the crumb. How far down the path of madness had she travelled?

 

Richa sat stone still on the couch seemingly adrift in her own thoughts. Death is surprisingly personal and lonely even when you’re not alone. She didn’t move or speak as Shubhangi communed with the crumb. Shubhangi wondered what hell Richa was living through, but did not ask. Death was personal. Shubhangi considered the phone and had dialled 6 of Shakti’s 7 digits before her thumb froze over the last button as she considered how utterly selfish, she was being. Shubhangi pictured Shakti sitting at his desk at their new home office in that stupid Hawaiian shirt he sometimes wore when working from home. The image made Shubhangi smile even in her current situation. Shubhangi imagined the smile on his face as he picked up the phone and heard her voice. Then she saw that smile turn from a smile to worry and finally to horror.

 

Shubhangi pictured Shakti here with her watching the death clock tick down to zero. Shubhangi imagined the hell he would be in if suddenly she collapsed in a gripping seizure that no one had the power to stop. What could he do besides watch Shubhangi die? Shubhangi shivered at the thought of him standing over her as the life violently washed from her body in spasmodic twitching, vomiting, and pain. Shubhangi would deserve Hell for asking for that of him. Shubhangi loved him and she would not ask him to bear that. This hell was hers and she would not impose it upon him. Shubhangi hung up the phone as tears once again streaked her face.

 

* * * * * * *

 

The next few hours passed in agony. Sometimes Shubhangi and Richa huddled together on the couch; sometimes they sat in silence. Mostly they watched the hands of the death clock make its slow but relentless revolutions around its malevolent face. If there was a tomorrow, Shubhangi vowed to throw that fucking clock into the garbage. At one-point Richa got a glass of water from the kitchen. As Richa drank, she hiccupped and water rolled into her lungs instead of her throat. She coughed violently expelling the water from her throat. Shubhangi back was to Richa and for one horrible instant; Shubhangi thought the end had come. Shubhangi’s heart raced and sweat broke out on her face, her own chest seemed to knot and Shubhangi was sure it was the beginning of the seizure she’d imagined a million times today.

 

A moment later Richa had managed to stop coughing although she’d spilled the water all over herself. They stared at each other in horror and then burst out in tears and laughter mixed together. Shubhangi hugged Richa to her as they laughed and cried hysterically. There is a fine line between laughter and sadness; tears and joy; hate and love; sanity and madness. At no point in Shubhangi’s life had that thin line grown as transparent as it did in this eternal afternoon. And the death clock ticked on.

 

* * * * * * * * * *

 

By six o’clock they were emotionally empty. There were just no more tears in them. Shubhangi had written a letter to Shakti which she did hurriedly in case the end came before she could finish. She then tore it up and started over, she did this three times in as many hours. What could she say that would make any difference? Shubhangi ended up with three paragraphs that she needed to express. Richa also wrote to her mother. Shubhangi was not surprised by this, and she did not ask Richa what she’d wrote. Richa would tell Shubhangi if she asked, but to ask would be such a violation of Richa’s privacy that Shubhangi shivered at the mere thought of it.

 

Death is a personal business even when you share it. After that Shubhangi and Richa decided that watching the clock had become too hellish, yet they were not strong enough to stop. Neither of them dared take the clock down from its perch on the wall, as if touching the clock would anger death and surely bring him to find them where they hide. They settled on lying together on the extra wide couch with their backs to the clock. Now neither of them dared to turn to look at it as if to do so would tempt fate. They held each other their bodies curled into two spooning questions marks. And the miracle happened to both Shubhangi and Richa at the same time, the miracle was sleep.

 

* * * * * * * *

 

Shubhangi awoke in darkness and she wondered if this was death. As she rose from the depths of sleep Shubhangi noticed the VCR clock, and she thought it unlikely that the first glimpse of Heaven or Hell would be blue lights under a 27-inch television. The clock said 1:14 AM. Shubhangi blinked twice at it, not daring to believe. Richa was still pressed against Shubhangi but she didn’t move. For one horrible second, Shubhangi thought Richa was gone, leaving her alone, Shubhangi thought knew that this was hell after all. But then Richa turned to Shubhangi coming out of her own slumber.

 

Richa eyes fluttered open and met Shubhangi’s. As Richa focused on Shubhangi, she blinked twice in surprise and then whispered “Are we…”

 

Shubhangi smiled at Richa thought “Alive? I think we’re…” Shubhangi said not entirely sure of anything but so wanting to believe. They both sat up quickly and looked at the death clock. The long hand was on the 3 and the short one stood one quarter of the way between the 1 and 2. The clock was the same, except for the malevolence Shubhangi sensed in it before was gone. It was just a clock. Belief hit them both at the same instant and they hugged each other tightly and cried again. These tears were good tears: tears of joy.

 

Shubhangi don’t think she have ever felt joy before this moment, nothing in her entire existence could qualify as even a shadow of the joy she felt now. It was like seeing the sun for the first time after a lifetime of darkness. Shubhangi’s joy burned brilliantly and mixed with Richa’s in a cacophony of happiness that threatened to burst from them and fill the world with a wonderful glow that would wipe away all petty hatred and anger. Shubhangi kissed Richa on the mouth urgently. This was not sexual attraction, but the kiss of passionately loving life. They kissed deeply in celebration of the appreciation of that beautiful gift of life that they shared. Richa hands found Shubhangi’s and they hugged, and kissed, and laughed like they shared a secret of divine proportion, which of course they did.

 

* * * * * * * * * * *

 

The cab driver thought Shubhangi and Richa were crazy, but Shubhangi didn’t care. Shubhangi and Richa sat in the back seat holding hands and smiling. They could not stop smiling. The world was new again and they had been given a second chance at life. It was now 2:30 and they were going to the one place Shubhangi had to go. They made one brief stop behind Shubhangi’s building before getting on the Eisenhower Expressway. Shubhangi stepped out of the cab, ran to the dumpster, and deposited that fucking clock with a violent toss. And then smiling she ran back to Richa in the cab.

 

At 3:15 they pulled up a long driveway in a subdivision on the outskirts of Chicago. Shubhangi could feel the draw of their new house and a warm glow that only Shubhangi (and perhaps Richa) could feel pour out of it. That glow was love and Shubhangi love would not wait until morning to be shared. Time was short. It always was, but she could feel it slipping away now, and not a moment should be wasted. Shubhangi paid the cab driver and he was gone before they reached the front stoop. Shubhangi fished her key to house out of her purse and decided instead to ring the bell. No reason to be shot as an intruder before the lights came on. God had the ultimate sense of humour and irony, and Shubhangi dared not tempt either.

 

Shubhangi rang the bell and lights began coming on. First upstairs and then painting a path of radiance through the house toward the front door as Shakti, came to Shubhangi. He opened it dressed in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. He looked confused, concerned, and still half asleep, but he was the most handsome person Shubhangi had ever encountered in this moment.

 

“Shu… is everything al…” Shakti began, but his words would not be finished as Shubhangi’s mouth covered his. There would be time for explanation, but now was the time to feel his love and spirit intertwined with her own. Shakti hugged Shubhangi tentatively at first, but as her mouth covered his and her body pressed against him, he hugged her back fiercely. He knew nothing of the hell Shubhangi had walked through to get here, but he sensed what she needed most right now was him. And so, without question he gave himself to Shubhangi and hugged her.

 

After their first embrace, Shubhangi stepped into the foyer and was smiling from ear to ear. Richa followed behind them

.

“What’s this all about?” Shakti asked obviously confused. Shubhangi didn’t even know where to begin.

 

“I’m so in love with you…” Shubhangi said as if this explained everything. Shakti glanced at Richa knowing it was unlike Shubhangi to say such personal things in front of others and then back to Shubhangi. Shubhangi was still grinning.

 

“I love you too…” Shakti replied.

 

“I know…” Shubhangi said and took his hand in hers and led him to the bedroom. Shubhangi led him down the hallway to the bedroom. Shakti didn’t speak again, although he was confused and full of questions. Instinctively he knew that what Shubhangi needed right now was him, and he trusted her to give himself over to her without question or protest. It was at that moment that Shubhangi knew in her heart as well as her mind that this was her one. The one person who would fill her heart with the one thing every person needs: contentment. Life was new and wonderful beyond words.

 

Richa left Shakti and Shubhangi at the foyer knowing that this moment was for them alone. This was about love between Shubhangi and Shakti.

 

Shubhangi kissed Shakti and began unbuttoning his shirt. As if in release from the hell Shubhangi had been caged in, her pussy twitched and flooded with excitement. Lust and love were a powerful mixture of the human condition. Perhaps it was the most powerful, and Shubhangi let herself ride the tidal wave of joy and pleasure as they commingled through her. Her nipples went erect and burned with desire and without guilt or regret, her panties slid down her legs as Shakti urgently undressed her. Shakti’s cock sprang free as Shubhangi pushed his boxers urgently down, she gripped him in her hand and stroked his member as it grew. They fell together on the bed, and into an ocean of passion and intertwined bodies.

 

Shakti moaned as Shubhangi stroked his cock gently, yet urgently, she kissed him deeply as she masturbated his dick in long, purposeful strokes. Shubhangi’s hand left Shakti’s cock to hold his face between her hands as she explored his mouth with her tongue. Shubhangi then licked the palm of her hand and used it to lubricate Shakti’s rock-hard shaft. His fingers found her sex, Shubhangi groaned as they lovingly entered her. Shubhangi ground her hips slowly into him as she stroked his thick cock that oozed pre-cum. Shubhangi slid on top of Shakti and positioned his cock at the entrance of her wanting pussy. She kissed him again as she lowered herself onto him. Shubhangi felt him slide deeply inside of her and she revelled in the feeling of complete fullness that only he gave her.

 

They rocked together, they climbed higher and higher as if reaching out toward God in the most intensely beautiful sex Shubhangi have ever experienced. Shakti filled Shubhangi deeply and perfectly. Her hands holding onto his shoulders and her hips rocked up and down. Shubhangi rocked harder against him, urgently needing to feel the base of his cock rubbing against her clit. Shakti erupted inside of her and they cried out together in this one act that defied death in one pleasurable moment. This was not sex, so much as communing with pleasure and life. It felt so wonderful and intense at the same time that Shubhangi felt as if perhaps she’d died and gone to heaven through her own pleasure. They came together and he filled Shubhangi with love, passion, and of course his cum. They collapsed together in exhaustion as their orgasm slowly ebbed and flowed all around and out of them. The two of them curled together holding each other basking in the love of life they felt.

 

* * * * * * *

 

After Shubhangi and Shakti made love, Shubhangi held Shakti and listened to his breathing. It was long and even as he slumbered next to her. Shubhangi could not sleep. There was so much relief and joy in her that she wondered if she would ever sleep again. Shubhangi could see over Shakti’s shoulder as she held him at the glowing red lights of his clock. It was nearing 5:00 AM. The last two hours went by in a blink and she was amazed at how time could be so fluid. It seemed unfair that in joy the hours rolled by in blinks, but in pain seconds could become eternities. Shubhangi shook off the thought and vowed to enjoy whatever time she’d left, she snuggled closer to Shakti.

 

By 5:30 Shubhangi knew sleep was going to elude her at least until the next night. She didn’t want to disturb Shakti so she slipped silently from the bed and drifted down the stairs to sit by the pool and watch the sun rise. As Shubhangi opened the basement doors and stepped naked into the cool night air she smiled as she recognized a familiar silhouette at the edge of the pool facing east as the first pink stripes of light painted the eastern sky. Shubhangi was not the only one who could not sleep, Shubhangi went to Richa who sat naked dangling her legs into the pool staring into the east lost in thought. Shubhangi wondered why Richa was naked, but suspected that Richa had been communing with herself.

 

Shubhangi sat down next to Richa and put her arm around Richa. Richa leaned into Shubhangi, but did not speak. They sat silently, each contemplating the meaning of life, as the sun rose slowly pushing back the shadows that minutes before consumed them. When it was light enough to begin seeing colours Shubhangi saw Richa was silently crying as she watched the sky turn first to purple and then to pink in the East.

 

Richa turned to Shubhangi and smiled with big glassy eyes “It’s so beautiful…”

 

“It is…” Shubhangi smiled back and replied.

 

“Thank you…thank you for loving me…” Richa said.

 

“You don’t need to thank me for that…” Shubhangi said.

 

Richa seemed to contemplate this for a minute and then turned to Shubhangi, her eyes going serious “Nothing is ever going to be the same again between us is it?”

 

Shubhangi considered Richa’s question and replied “No…we’ll never be the same as we were…we’ll have each other in a way…I hope neither of us has another person, ever…”

 

Richa nodded silently and said “I’m glad it was you…”

 

“Me too…” Shubhangi replied honestly.

 

“I need to ask you something else…and I need you to be honest with me…” Richa said solemnly. This time Shubhangi did not fear what Richa would ask. If Shubhangi could not be honest with Richa then honesty was dead in this world.

 

“Okay…” Shubhangi said.

 

“I don’t think…I want to talk about this with anyone else…I mean…I’m not sure anyone else could understand…what we just went through…and I know…I don’t want to try to explain it to them…are you going to tell anyone about yesterday?” Richa asked.

 

Shubhangi thought for a moment and saw Richa’s point. No one could understand what they just went through, and telling someone about the experience could only lead to sympathy or moral judgment. Shubhangi had no desire for either.  “Why don’t you want anyone to know? Are you ashamed of what happened to us?” Shubhangi asked not really answering Richa’s question.

 

“I’m not ashamed of what happened…I guess…I’m a little ashamed of being so horny…that I couldn’t think through the consequences of what I was doing…but I feel more victimized than ashamed…” Richa answered.

 

“I don’t think…I’m going to be sharing this story with anyone…except for Shakti…” Shubhangi said.

 

Richa said nothing for a moment but then “How will he take it?” Richa asked not looking at Shubhangi.

 

Shubhangi took Richa’s hand in hers and said “He loves me Richa…and I love him…he will probably be scared…it will be an after the fact scared…like the way you’re…after you avoid a really bad traffic accident by inches…but it will eventually be okay…if I don’t tell him…it will be a secret that is always between us…and I don’t want that…”

 

Richa nodded as if understanding. Richa turned toward Shubhangi deliberately and her eyes met Shubhangi’s. Shubhangi was surprised at what she saw there. Richa’s eyes glistened with tears but also with hard, steely resolve that frightened Shubhangi a little. Richa’s lips went thin and her fists were clenched tightly. Shubhangi watched Richa as she made a conscious effort to relax them.

 

“Do you know what I feel right now?” Richa asked.

 

Shubhangi shook her head but said nothing. Richa eyes met Shubhangi’s and they were so cold. Richa’s lips were a thin white line of rage, her teeth gritted.

 

“I’m more pissed off…than I’ve ever been in my life…” Richa said coldly and the depth of her rage so coldly and softly expressed impacted Shubhangi more than anything she’d ever witnessed. Shubhangi remembered her own anger in the cab ride home at Chad and realized that the nuclear holocaust of rage that she felt that night. Richa said nothing more, but continued to stare at Shubhangi as dim light from the dawning sun formed a black silhouette around Richa as if the depth of her rage somehow bent the very light of the sun around her. And then Richa relaxed a little and the depth of her anger slowly receded, she was once again Richa and Shubhangi realized she was not breathing.

 

“I know…I’ve to let go of it…but it will be so damn hard…I don’t want to go through life this angry…I’m so thankful to be alive…I want to experience life with joy not anger…but it’s there…I can feel it deep down inside me…like a fire that won’t go out…” Richa said.

 

“Who are you angry at?” Shubhangi asked quietly hoping wondering if it was her.

 

Richa stared at Shubhangi with bewilderment now on her face and said “Myself mostly…but also Chad…and those other fuckers…I can’t believe…I put myself in that place just to get laid…”

 

Shubhangi nodded again and admired the depth of Richa resolve to stand up and take responsibility for her part in what had happened.  Richa sighed and now she looked more tired than Shubhangi have ever seen anyone look before. Shubhangi put her hand on Richa’s naked shoulder comfortingly.

 

Richa turned to Shubhangi with new tears filling her eyes. She bit her bottom lip fighting back the tears. “I just wanted to have sex…and that was all I could think about…and it almost killed us…I think…I’m obsessed with it…sometimes it’s all I think about…my fantasies are so… graphic….” Richa trailed off.

 

Shubhangi used her thumb to wipe a tear from Richa’s cheek and smiled warmly at her, Richa returned the smile wanly. “Richa…it’s okay…everyone has graphic sexual fantasies…you’re not a freak…you’re a normal 18-year-old woman….I think…it’s admirable…that you’re willing to take some responsibility…for what happened…but don’t shoulder it all…you didn’t do anything that outrageous…and hey…everyone needs to get laid…” Shubhangi said trying to lighten the mood a little.

 

Richa smiled a little at Shubhangi, but still seemed troubled. She looked at Shubhangi again and said “Can we trust each other?”

 

Shubhangi was briefly confused by Richa’s question and said “Of course…honey…”

 

“No…I mean really trust each other…you’re the only person…I’ve ever felt like I can trust completely…and a lot of it is because of yesterday…I hated what happened to us…but I loved that feeling of being able to finally share myself completely with someone…I felt that way with you…I still feel that way with you…but I want to know…if you feel that way about me?” Richa said quickly. Her words flowed out in a quick even rhythm as if she were trying to articulate a feeling that could not quite be put into words.

 

Shubhangi held Richa’s hand in her. Shubhangi considered what she’d said, and contemplated how emotionally naked they had been with each other in the past day. Nothing could ever compare to that empty feeling of loneliness. They had shared that loneliness and it had changed the way Shubhangi felt about Richa. It had changed the way Shubhangi felt about everything. Shubhangi smiled at Richa and said “I do Richa…you’re not alone…”

 

Richa squeezed Shubhangi’s hand and said “I love you….” as a single tear streamed down her right cheek in the dawning sun.

 

“I love you too…but I’m worried about you a little…” Shubhangi said.

 

“I’ll be alright…I think…but I’m a little afraid of feeling like that again…I mean horny…I’m afraid…I’ll make bad decisions…and I do have some powerful desires…when it comes to sex…” Richa shrugged and said.

 

“You don’t have to feel guilty about getting horny…” Shubhangi said quickly.

 

“Not getting horny…what I want …when I get horny…” Richa sighed and corrected.

 

Shubhangi thought she understood more now. Richa was afraid of acting on her desires because of what had happened. Richa was afraid of losing herself to her sex drive. The torment of that conflict must be hell for her. Shubhangi understood and Richa’s understanding made Shubhangi ill with empathy for Richa. Shubhangi was suddenly cast back into the memory of her own recent past and remembered writing her first letter to Shakti.

 

Shubhangi thought about how she might feel if she felt guilt at the slightest tremor of a fantasy. Would Shubhangi have the courage to fulfil the fantasies she has had? Who was she kidding? Shubhangi was barely strong enough go through with them now. It would be impossible if she felt nothing but fear and guilt every time her endocrine system decided that it was time to get freaky. Shubhangi thought of all of the joy that she would have missed, and most of all something much more valuable than just sex. Shubhangi would not have the relationship that she has, because through sex and fantasy, Shubhangi and Shakti had learned trust and understanding. Shubhangi suddenly felt a loss for Richa that chilled her to the core of her soul. Richa would never have the opportunity to feel some of the things Shubhangi had felt if she held onto her guilt. Shubhangi stared at Richa and it was like watching a part of Richa’s future die before her eyes, swallowed up in her own feelings of fear and guilt. And part of Shubhangi felt like she was dying here too.

 

“Richa you can’t give up your sex life…and most importantly your fantasy life…because you had one bad experience…I know…it was a lot more serious than a bad date…but your fantasies are not something to suppress and hide from…they can make life worth living…” Shubhangi said.

 

“I don’t think anyone would even believe my fantasies…” Richa said glumly.

 

Shubhangi laughed, she didn’t mean to, and Shubhangi hoped Richa didn’t take Shubhangi’s laughter as mockery of her pain, or worse yet judgment. The laughter held no humour in it, only surprise at how like Shubhangi Richa really was.  Shubhangi laughed because Richa had said out loud something Shubhangi had told herself over and over for years. It was of course ridiculous, and Shubhangi found the irony that saying something can sound completely rational and hearing it completely insane. And a bizarre thought occurred to Shubhangi in that same instant: ‘That’s how politicians can say patently ridiculous statements with complete sincerity. They actually believe themselves.’ Shubhangi laughed again.

 

Richa stared at Shubhangi coldly until Shubhangi squeezed her hand reassuringly and said “Richa…everyone thinks they are the only ones who fantasize about freaky sex…and everyone is wrong about that…even an old lady of 34 like me sometimes has a fantasy or two…that are a little unconventional….I mean you were here the other night…and saw Molee get fucked like a gang bang queen…that was a fantasy…everyone has them…and I promise you…your fantasies are no freakier than mine or anyone else’s…”

 

Richa looked doubtful, Shubhangi smiled at her and said “You said you trusted me…tell me your fantasy…you’ll feel better…and I’m willing to bet…that what goes on inside that pretty head of yours…is nothing worse than anything…I’ve done or contemplated myself….”

 

Richa stared at Shubhangi nervously. Richa looked away at the sunrise that had turned the eastern sky a bright orange, but the fiery ball of sun still stood below the horizon. Richa turned back to Shubhangi and took a deep breath and said “Okay…I trust you…”

 

Richa began talking slowly at first but quickly picked up a rhythm. Shubhangi listened as her words painted an erotic movie in her mind. As Richa spoke her nipples hardened and a thin shine of excited sweat appeared on her upper lip as she mentally lived her fantasy out as she spoke. Richa spoke for nearly 15 minutes, the passion and urgency in her voice increasing with each minute. Shubhangi found her own nipples hardening and felt the familiar tingle between her legs. Each word, sentence, paragraph seemed to come alive in Shubhangi’s mind as Richa spoke as if Shubhangi was inside of Richa head voyeuristically watching the scene that Richa painted. When Richa was done they were both full of nervous sexual energy. Richa stared at Shubhangi wide eyed and naked. For a minute Shubhangi didn’t trust herself to speak. Richa misinterpreted Shubhangi’s silence and said “See…I told you it was weird…”

 

Shubhangi blinked twice and found her voice. “Richa…you’re not a freak…you’re a fucking genius…do you really want that to happen?” Shubhangi asked the tremors of excitement evident in her voice.

 

Richa giggled with relief. “Maybe…I mean…I think about it a lot…” Richa actually blushed as she thought about it. Richa had an amazing imagination. There was a depth in her that was like staring into the Grand Canyon. It was exhilarating and scary at the same time and part of you just can’t believe it’s that deep. Shubhangi nodded understanding knowing that reality and fantasy were sometimes best kept separate, but this was incredible. After the moment passed Richa turned to Shubhangi and said “So…you have done that huh?” she asked with an edge of ‘I told you so’ in her voice.

 

Shubhangi grinned at Richa “Well…okay…I’ve not done THAT…” The truth was Shubhangi had never even thought of doing what Richa suggested. Shubhangi wondered if even she and Shakti could do that.

 

“Okay…so I shared my abnormality…you’re turn…now you share…tell me how freaky you’re…” Richa said to Shubhangi and then grinned. It was a genuine grin and it made her face light up.  Shubhangi stared at Richa intently. Shubhangi did trust Richa, and Shubhangi would not bullshit her. They were too close and had been through too much for that. Shubhangi stood up and went into the house leaving Richa at the edge of the pool. Shubhangi returned with Shakti's portable DVD player and sat down again. Richa was now intrigued.

 

Shubhangi took Richa’s hands and said “You really don’t have anything to feel guilty about…I felt like you did about sex for a really long time…and only recently have come to terms with the guilt of it…” Shubhangi paused wondering if this was really the wisest course of action and dismissed the thought immediately.

 

“I’m going to tell you something…and then show you something under two conditions…first …if you ever betray my trust…I’ll never forgive you….trust can only be earned once with me …if you lose it…you’ll never get it back…and secondly…you’ll talk to me if you ever feel guilty about sex…life is too short for that fucking bullshit….” Shubhangi’s words came out passionately and with conviction.

 

Richa nodded and said seriously “Okay…I understand…”

 

Shubhangi stared at Richa for a long time knowing that this road only travelled one direction and there was no going back. Shubhangi began slowly as Richa had. “Me and Shakti have invented a game…” Shubhangi began and found herself smiling. This was really fun to share with Richa, and the curiosity in Richa’s eyes only made it more fun. Shubhangi paused over the edge of the abyss of knowledge she was about to share with Richa, knowing that she’d already passed the point of return, but also that she’d not yet plunged into the depths below. The feeling was like the moment of weightlessness when you stepped off the high dive, but right before you plunge into the water. In that instant you have commitment without consequences, and time is suspended. The world had stopped for Shubhangi and everything was in that one moment. Shubhangi savoured it, and then it passed as Richa spoke.

 

“What kind of game?” Richa asked grinning like a child.

 

Shubhangi smiled and continued “A very cool game…but also a very scary one sometimes… it’s a game of fantasy fulfilment…each month we exchange fantasies in writing…and the other has 30 days to fulfil it…”

 

Richa stared at Shubhangi with wide disbelieving eyes. She was grinning now like a teenager on summer vacation. “That’s so cool…” She said dumbfounded.

 

Shubhangi smiled at Richa’s youthful radiance that once again seemed to light up around her. Shubhangi spent the next few minutes answering Richa’s questions and explaining all the detailed rules of ‘The Game’ they were playing. Richa was genuinely intrigued and excited. It was fun to watch Richa gain understanding. At one-point Shubhangi thought Richa would clap her hands and dance with joy.

 

After a moment Shubhangi said “I’ve told you something…and now I’m going to show you something…” Shubhangi said to Richa still smiling face. Richa grinned and Shubhangi continued “You shared one of your fantasies with me…now I’m going to share one of mine with you…only this one…I’ve done….” Shubhangi told Richa about the note she’d mailed Shakti and the circumstances that led up to it. And then Shubhangi pushed play on the DVD player. The home movie Shubhangi and Shakti had made that amazing night came to life.  Richa watched with wide eyes as the actions of Shubhangi’s fantasy became reality on a 7-inch screen.  Her mouth hung open and Shubhangi noticed the harness of Richa’s nipples. Shubhangi smiled to herself as she watched Richa watch her.

 

And for good or ill, they stepped through the looking glass together.

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Chapter 25: The Game Goes On

Two weeks had passed since Shubhangi and Richa had made that pilgrimage to Shubhangi’s new house filled with both fear and hope for a better future. Life had returned somewhat to normal. Richa had returned to work, and so had Shubhangi. Shakti had been freaked out after Shubhangi had told him about their ‘scare’ but he was supportive. He was a little clingier with Shubhangi over this last two weeks but Shubhangi took that as a sign of his love for her. It was nothing overt, but Shubhangi found him holding her hand more frequently, hugging her good bye more tightly when they parted, and calling her to check in more frequently. Shubhangi loved him so much more for all those little things. Things were definitely different between Shubhangi and Richa, but as they returned to somewhat of a normal existence, they were able to blend that experience into their shared past. The biggest difference between them was a more open relationship. Shubhangi no longer feared exposing Richa to life, and Richa was connected to Shubhangi in a way no other person ever had been.

 

They slept together every night for the first week after that experience except that first night when Shubhangi was with Shakti. They didn’t have sex, but held each other closely as they fell asleep. On the seventh night, Richa didn’t join Shubhangi in her bed, but returned to her room. They never spoke about the change in sleeping arrangements, but both knew that it was time for them to put their fear behind them and get on with living life. In the two weeks that had passed, however, Shubhangi and Richa had talked a lot. After that early morning by the pool where Shubhangi shared with Richa the video of one of her fantasies, they had spoken frequently of the game. Shubhangi told Richa everything.

 

Richa sometimes laughed, sometimes teased Shubhangi good naturedly, and often asked about what Shubhangi felt during each of her fantasies. Shubhangi hadn’t told Shakti that Richa now knew about their game, and Shubhangi was not sure why. Shubhangi could only say that it didn’t feel like it was the right time to tell him. Shubhangi and Shakti had talked about their game the weekend before. They had not had sex since Shubhangi had told him about Richa and her trip to 'X'. Both of them seemed to need a sexual break to get their heads straight, and both of them were content to just spend time together. Last Saturday was less than 2 days until the 30th of the month. They were lying in the bed holding each other closely, kissing, hugging, exploring each other’s mouths lovingly with intertwined tongues. Shakti broke the kiss and said “I love you…Shu…”

 

“I love you too…” Shubhangi said and then reached between his legs and gently stroked his hard cock and pulled him closer to her.

 

Shakti resisted placing his right hand on Shubhangi’s chest between them and said “Are you sure…you’re ready for that?”

 

Shubhangi smiled at his concern and said “Yes…I’m sure…we’ve a wonderful sex life…and I don’t want that to change…”

 

Shakti kissed Shubhangi on the forehead with love and said “I know…I don’t want it to change either…but I think we should talk a little bit first…I need to know how you’re feeling…and I want to tell you how I’m feeling…”

 

Shubhangi leaned back the heat of her passion fading. She could feel his cock wilt slowly in her hand and she let him go. She propped herself up on her elbow and faced him. “Okay…I always want you to know how I’m feeling…” Shubhangi said truthfully.

 

“Well…I guess after what happened…I was so afraid for you…I’ve had nightmares for the last week about losing you…” Shakti began with wet eyes. Shubhangi felt like an ice pick had been stabbed through her heart. Her own eyes filled with tears knowing that she’d hurt him deeply. Shubhangi stroked his cheek and said “I’m so sorry baby…”

 

Shakti took Shubhangi’s hand in his and kissed her nose gently. “It’s not your fault…I’m not blaming you…I just want you to know…how very much you mean to me…I’ve never felt anything like what we have together…”

 

Shubhangi smiled warmly, the ice pick turning to glowing warmth at his words. “Me…either…” Shubhangi said.

 

“And…I really think the game we’ve been playing has brought me so close to you…I feel like we share everything…I can’t believe some of the things…I’ve done and seen with you…and there is no jealousy or fear of losing you to another man….God…it’s intense…and everything we’ve done has only brought us closer…” Shakti said in an ongoing flow of emotion.

 

Shubhangi interlaced her hands with his and said to him “I know…I can’t believe it either…but it’s true…I love you…”

 

Shakti smiled as if tortured and said “But…I’m a little afraid too…” Here was the ‘but’ Shubhangi felt a stab of fear. She froze with fear, her heart hammering. Had she blown it? Was this night it? Had she scared him to the point he could no longer stand to be around her?  Her eyes were brimming with tears but she couldn’t bring herself to speak. Shakti stared at Shubhangi, but made no effort to comfort her. That was not like him and Shubhangi knew what was coming. She imagined his voice in her head “Shu…this just isn’t working out…I love you …but I’m not in love with you anymore…I need my space…let’s get separated…”

 

Shubhangi braced herself for what was coming. She knew she would cry, but she would try not to until she’d collected her clothes and left the house for the last time. Shubhangi waited for Shakti to stab her with his words and then he spoke. “But…I would give the game up for you… you’re too important to me…and you’ve been through a rough week…we both have…so…we don’t have to play the game anymore…if you don’t want to…just promise me…that you’ll love me…and that is enough for me…”

 

Shubhangi blinked and tears spilled from her eyes. That was a strange speech for a break up, but part of her wondered what the hell this was all about. Was he cutting her off or stopping the game in hopes that she would stay or go? What was going on here?

 

“Do you want to stop playing the game?” Shubhangi asked tentatively.

 

Shakti sighed and said “Honestly…no…but it scares me a little…”

 

“Why?” Shubhangi asked now curious.

 

Shakti looked at Shubhangi confused and said “Because you’ve been hurt by sex…in the last week…because I don’t know how you might react to the things…we might do together…it would destroy me…to lose you over a fantasy of mine…I love you…and I’m so very afraid of…how we could hurt each other…I love the game…but I love you more…I just don’t want to lose you…”

 

Shubhangi let out a laugh and cry together. It was one of those moments that can only be shared by two people in the deepest of love. Tears spilled from her eyes but she also laughed with joy as the fear in her heart evaporated and she was filled so deeply with love for Shakti that it physically hurt. Shubhangi hugged him and felt his tears wet her shoulders. It was the first time she’d ever seen him cry, but he was unashamed and held her fiercely. Shubhangi continued to laugh and cry together in heaving sobs and grins. Tears fell from her eyes and her nose filled and dripped (not sexy, but true). She pulled him close to her and held him tight as if she was trying to draw him into her and become one person with him. It was a wonderful feeling that only grew in its wonder. When her emotions finally felt more under control she leaned back and kissed him gently on the lips. His cheeks were wet, and she was a mess, but he kissed her gently back.

 

Shakti smiled and said “Need a tissue?” Shubhangi laughed again and when she did a snot bubble formed out of her left nostril. Shakti laughed out loud as she reached for the box of Kleenex on the nightstand. She sat up blowing her nose and wiping her eyes. She was straddling his body and he grinned up and her. She handed him a tissue and he wiped his eyes and then stroked the side of her face gently. “God you’re beautiful…” Shakti said.

 

Shubhangi smiled at him and said “Yeah…I’m sexy when I cry…the snot bubbles…I’m sure are a huge turn on…”

 

Shakti grinned and said “You’re beautiful even with the snot bubbles…” There was levity now to their conversation, and Shubhangi finally believed how much he loved her. She’d ‘known’ it and ‘felt’ it, but there was always a part of her that could not believe that someone could love her so completely. She believed it now and her hands once again interlaced with his.

 

“So…you don’t want to play anymore?” Shubhangi asked.

 

Shakti face went serious and he said “I want to…but not if it will hurt you…”

 

Shubhangi leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. She let her tongue trace his upper lip softly, she kissed his bottom lip just as gently and playfully sucked it into her mouth. She licked the tip of his nose and then whispered softly “I love you…and you need not worry about …my desire or love for you…I’m okay…and I want to keep playing…and right now…I’ve a fantasy…my fantasy is to fuck your brains our right here…right now…”

 

Shubhangi kissed Shakti more passionately now and felt the stir of arousal in her nipples and wetness in her pussy that straddled his body. Shakti groaned and she knew instinctively that his cock had come to life and was growing. She reached back and took his shaft in her hand. Shakti was fully hard and she stroked him gently never breaking their kiss. He licked her mouth urgently and his hands found her breasts. Her nipples hardened to his touch and their kissing became hungrier.

 

“God…I’m gonna fuck your cock so hard…” Shubhangi grunted. Shakti groaned at her words. Shubhangi knew he loved it when she talked dirty to him and she so desperately wanted to bring him pleasure. She stroked him harder now sitting up. His hands lay back in a cross on the bed and she gently rocked her hips, rubbing her wet, hot pussy gently across his chest as she stroked his dick.

 

“Oh god…that feels so good…” Shakti moaned.

 

“Good baby…I love making you feel good…”  Shubhangi said her own heat building with his.

 

“Jack me off…Shu…” Shakti groaned. Shubhangi smiled loving when he called her by her pet name when he talked dirty. She opened the nightstand drawer and found a bottle of lubrication. She drizzled it over his cock and he sucked in his breath as the cool lube hit the heat of his member.

 

Shubhangi used her hands to make him slick all over and he groaned again. “God…I love your big cock…”  Shubhangi said.

 

“It’s so hot baby…you like it when I jerk you off?” Shubhangi asked teasingly.

 

“Oh yeah…jack it baby…” Shakti said groaning. Shubhangi slid her body down and sad cross legged between his legs. She stroked his erect cock with her right hand and massaged his balls with her left, loving the feel of him in her hands.

 

“Uhhhh…” Shakti said as Shubhangi squeezed his testicles gently and continued to pleasure him with her hands. She rubbed a little lower and found the base of his balls, she rubbed in little circles stimulating his prostate and jacking his dick faster. Shubhangi was rewarded with a groan, but she tightened her grip on the base of his cock holding off his impending ejaculation.

 

“Mmmm…I bet that feels good…” Shubhangi said as Shakti’s body shivered in pre orgasmic spasms. She would not let him cum yet, however. she wanted to please him in the most carnal way.

 

“Fuck me…” Shakti groaned.

 

“Not yet…this is all for you right now…tell me how good you feel…” Shubhangi said.

 

Shakti reply was immediate and lust filled “God…it feels so good…I can feel tingles in the tip of my cock…when you rub my balls…”

 

Shubhangi pushed harder on his perineum and said “I’m not touching your balls…but I’ll if you ask me to…or do you like this better?” Shubhangi traced a finger against his asshole not letting up the pressure on the base of his balls.

 

Shakti reaction was immediate and Shubhangi thought he would erupt. She tightened her grip on the base of his cock. He didn’t cum, but his cock oozed pre-cum like she’d never seen before. It flowed out of the tip and over her hand, she could smell the sex of him and she loved it.

 

“I see you liked that?” Shubhangi asked.

 

“Ummm…” was all Shakti said, but Shubhangi wanted to hear him talk to her. “What was that? Should I stop or do you want more?” Shubhangi traced her finger across his ass gently.

 

“More…” Shakti said groaning.

 

“More? More what? Tell me baby…” Shubhangi said seductively.

 

Finally, Shakti relented and groaned through a sexual haze “Finger fuck my ass…while you jack me off….”

 

“Oh…you dirty boy…I love it…” Shubhangi said smiling and knelt and kissed the tip of his oozing cock, savouring the taste of him. She sucked it like a lollipop, swirling her tongue over his sensitive head. Her middle finger found his tight little ass hole and she gently pushed into him. Shakti groaned and his cock seemed to strain harder, Shubhangi sucked it and it seemed to ooze onto her tongue driving her wild with her own desire. She felt him tighten around her finger and she gently wiggled her finger knowing how he must be feeling having learned to love anal sex herself.

 

“God…I can’t believe…I’m fucking your ass…you’re so tight…” Shubhangi whispered to Shakti who groaned and then panted “Fuck my ass baby…I love it…fuck me…make me cum…”

 

Shubhangi stroked Shakti’s cock with blinding speed now, she jacked his cock so fast he could not get into a thrusting rhythm, but rather relaxed allowing her finger deeper penetration inside of his asshole. His orgasm built and built, not with urgent thrusting, but with deep contractions inside his abdomen. Shubhangi’s hand was a blur on his cock and her middle finger was hilted in him. He groaned but didn’t cum, Shubhangi watched his face contort in pleasure, fascinated by the intensity of his orgasm that built. His balls tightened and pulsed, but now white semen came spewing forth. His groaning built and built. Shubhangi wiggled her finger and continued stroking. He was moaning constantly now and gasping in pleasure. Sweat poured off of him as she listened to his incoherent pleasure groans “God…fuck…yeah…more…fuck me…ohhh…”

 

Shubhangi smiled and then his body tensed. Shivered went through him and his ass gripped her finger fiercely. The shivers grew to near thrashing and Shubhangi slowly slid her finger out of him a centi-meter at a time slowly relieving the pressure on his magic gland. The semen did not spurt from him, but instead came in an overwhelming torrent. He screamed in pleasure, something Shubhangi have never heard him do before. The first eruption came out with such force that the spray shot above his head and painted a wet, white glob on the head board. The second followed immediately covering him in a ropey white line from his cheek to between his hardened nipples. The third and fourth wetted his chest and stomach. His ass clenched in spasms as her finger finally slid free. Two more jets issued forth from his cock, pooling in white puddles in and around his belly button.

 

Shakti’s cock wilted slowly in Shubhangi’s hand and his shivers slowly subsided. She was grinning when he opened his eyes and saw her “Jesus Christ…” He said in heaving breaths.

 

“Glad you like it…” Shubhangi laughed and said.

 

“That was the most intense thing ever…I never thought…” His voice trailed off as a new tremor passed through him.

 

Shubhangi giggled with delight at the pleasure he was feeling.

 

“God…part of me is still cumming…” Shakti said. Shubhangi leaned forward and kissed his lips, her breasts touching the wetness left on his chest. When she sat back up, she looked down and said “You made a mess…”

 

“Totally worth it…” Shakti laughed and said. On a whim Shubhangi leaned forward and licked his belly button that held a little pool of his cum. She held it on her tongue for him to see and said “Tasty…”

 

“Help yourself…to as much as you like…” Shakti laughed and said.

 

“I’m good for now…I just wanted to taste…” Shubhangi grinned and replied.

 

Shakti laughed and pulled Shubhangi on top of his cum covered body and said “Come on baby get messy…” Shubhangi squealed and tried to pull away, but it was too late. He pulled her down on top of him and she felt the wetness slide between them. They were both giggling and wrestling on the bed. He rolled her over and eventually pinned her straddling her and holding her arms down.

 

“I love you…” Shakti leaned in and kissing Shubhangi said.

 

“You love me or you love it when I fuck you?” Shubhangi grinned and asked.

 

“Both…” Shakti replied.

 

“Me too…” Shubhangi said.

 

A flash of lust once again appeared on his face. “Well…I think…I owe you one after that…” Shakti said.

 

“Hmmm…I think so…” Shubhangi said seductively. Shakti kissed her nipples and they immediately hardened in his mouth. Shubhangi sighed and surrendered to the moment letting him worship her. His tongue traced every inch of her body and tingles of pleasure washed over Shubhangi. She spread her legs as his mouth gravitated toward her wet pussy, she closed her eyes and floated in that heavenly feeling as his tongue perfectly caressed her clitoris and outer lips. And then his finger was inside her. Shubhangi groaned with pleasure, her own orgasm beginning to build quickly. She tried to relax and allow herself to ride the pleasure wave without grinding or pushing him into her, but just letting him expertly push her toward her orgasm. His tongue traced her ass while his thumb worked her clit and his three other fingers pushed into her wet pussy.

 

“So…you like that or should I stop?” Shakti groaned and used Shubhangi’s words. Shubhangi opened her eyes and looked between her legs seeing him smiling and glistening with her wetness waiting for her answer. Shubhangi smiled at him but didn’t say anything. He stared at her waiting, holding her on the edge of intense pleasure.

 

“Well?” Shakti asked smiling.

 

Silently Shubhangi reached into the open dresser drawer next to the bed and removed the 8-inch vibrator that she’d used on Richa weeks before. She rolled over on her stomach and got on her hands and knees. She lay face down with her ass straight up in the air and slowly slid the dildo against her pussy lips giving Shakti a visual show that was sure to arouse. Shubhangi then slid the vibrator deep inside her and held it there with the muscles of her pussy. She reached behind herself and spread her ass cheeks opening her tightest hole to his view. “Please …lick my asshole…and then butt fuck me…” Shubhangi groaned.

 

Her hands were replaced with his as he spread her widely open. Shubhangi began to fuck herself with the dildo driving her orgasm higher. His tongue slithered into her tight ass and she groaned with nasty pleasure. “God…yeah lick my ass…” Shubhangi groaned.

 

“Mmm…so hot…” Shakti said between licks. Shubhangi could see his hard cock between her own legs. She reached the tip barely and gave it an encouraging stroke before he entered her ass with a finger and she was forced to use the hand for balance. Shubhangi groaned and was feeling so hot she thought she would explode, but forced herself to relax. Shubhangi wanted Shakti’s cock in her in the worst way. She grunted dirty phrases to him when she was not reduced to guttural groans “Butt fuck me baby…fuck me with that thick cock….fuck my ass deep…”

 

Shakti was fully hard now and he drizzled lube on her open ass and his cock. He stroked himself a few times to fully coat his member. Shubhangi groaned at the visual. Then he was over her. The tip of his cock was against her tight asshole. He pushed forward and entered her easily with the lubrication. Shubhangi moaned at the tingling vibrations that rocked between her pussy and ass. The dildo was inside her and she could feel it against Shakti’s cock deep in her ass.  Shakti fucked Shubhangi slow at first, but then gained momentum. She rocked faster as her orgasm grew deep in her belly. Shubhangi was dripping sweat and pleasure as she felt him hilt himself deep inside her. He held himself there and said “God…I can feel you fucking yourself…with that toy on my cock….”

 

Shubhangi pushed the toy deeper inside her and elicited a groan from both of them and then twisted the base to bring the toy to vibrating life. Tingles raced through her body and she cried out in orgasm immediately and completely. Shakti was groaning with her and she felt him unleash his second orgasm deep in her ass, flooding her with hot cum. This only drove her passion to a higher level, her pussy and ass contracted together in an intensity that was unparalleled. Shubhangi screamed and then collapsed as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Shakti pumped her contracting ass as his orgasm flowed out of him and into her. Shubhangi panted her pleasure and rode the wave down the other side, shivering with post orgasmic waves that shook her body for the next several minutes.

 

Shakti collapsed to Shubhangi’s side in a similar state and as the minutes slowly passed his wilting cock slipped from her ass as the toy had from her pussy a moment earlier.  Shubhangi was suddenly overcome with the giggles. It was the happiest moment she thinks she ever have had in her life and she was overwhelmed with pleasure and joy. The giggles seemed to be contagious and Shakti joined her, pulling her close to him. They laughed for almost twenty minutes, kissing, holding each other, and of course loving.

 

Then they stepped into the shower together and Shakti said to Shubhangi “So…the game goes on?”

 

“Bet your ass boy…I’ll give you two more weeks…but not second more….” Shubhangi said playfully and followed him into the shower.

 

Shakti grinned and said “I doubt all need two weeks given the fantasy you emailed me…it’s hot by the way…and I’ll make sure…it's just how you want it…” Then he kissed her and pulled her to him under the hot spray of water. Shubhangi shivered thinking about the words she’d emailed him what seemed like a life time ago. She reached for his cock, suddenly horny again. Besides a shower fuck is the best.

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Chapter 26: Sex, Love, and Money

It was almost a year now since Shubhangi and Shakti had started playing their little game of fantasy exchange and in many ways, she’d fundamentally changed as a person. Shubhangi sometimes wondered if that day in his house alone, she wouldn’t have looked in that shoe box. Where would they be now? Would they even be together? Shubhangi guess she will never know, but the fact is, she did look and they are so wonderfully together. Shubhangi was sitting at her cubicle at work organizing her calendar when a chain of events began to fulfil a sexual fantasy that she’d sent to Shakti weeks before. It started with a phone call.

 

Shubhangi phone rang and she was in the middle of work and for a brief instant she considered letting it go to voicemail, but then she was also waiting to talk to her boss about a project she’d started for the boss.

 

“Hello…this is Shubhangi…” Shubhangi answered.

 

“Hi you…” Shakti’s voice said in a relaxed tone.

 

Shubhangi smiled in spite of herself, and all thoughts of work left her. She’d not talked to him since she’d slept over at their new house the previous weekend.

 

“Hey…I wondered if you were going to ever call me…or if you were just using me last weekend….” Shubhangi said teasingly.

 

“Well you fuck pretty good…so I thought you deserve at least another date…” Shakti laughed and said.

 

Shubhangi laughed and knew Shakti must be working from home. She could not banter with him in her cubicle environment so she changed the subject.

 

“Yeah…I’m a woman of many talents…So…how are you?” Shubhangi said.

 

“Good…great in fact…if you’re free…I think you should be at the Hilton after work…there is someone who would like to meet you…” Shakti replied.

 

“Really who?” Shubhangi asked intrigued now.

 

“Just check your in box…” Shakti said with a giggle and hung up. Shubhangi held the dead receiver in her hand with white knuckles and her heart raced. Was tonight the night? Holy shit it’s a fucking Tuesday and it’s only been a week since they decided to continue the game. Shubhangi thought about the implications and the short notice and her stomach was a molten core of nerves. A thin sheen of sweat coated her upper lip, but her nipples were suddenly hard as pebbles. That was too fast. How could he have set it up? What had he set up?

 

Shubhangi stood there transfixed with the receiver held to her ear. Slowly she put it down its cradle and glanced guiltily around feeling like her co-workers would somehow know something dirty was going through her mind. Obviously, that was her overactive imagination as everyone in the office was working as usual. No one stared at her with penetrating, knowing eyes seeing what fantasies played on the movie screen of Shubhangi’s mind.

 

Shubhangi smiled to herself enjoying the moment as if she was holding a secret that they would be shocked to know. It was an arousing feeling to live this life of fantasy within the context of her normal life and no one knew. Shubhangi sometimes imagined what Sheela her cubical neighbour would say if she knew of the things Shubhangi had done. She would probably transfer to another department. Shubhangi sat down in her chair savouring the feeling and adrenaline rush of a secret about to be revealed. Shubhangi opened her private web mail (that she hoped really was private) and typed in her username and password, she glanced around nervously to make sure no one was watching and clicked the sign in button.

 

The screen blinked and Shubhangi was surprised. ‘No New Messages’ was prominently displayed. She knew Shakti would never send her a provocative email to her work account, but she checked it just the same. She leaned back nervously in her chair wondering if the internet was running slow today. Shubhangi forced herself to wait a full two minutes before clicking the refresh button on her browser. Still there was nothing. She took a deep breath, confused and unsure of what to do. Shakti had told her to check her in box. Shubhangi considered calling him back, but he’d hung up on her suggesting that was all the information she needed. Shubhangi glanced around the office once more to make sure she was not being scrutinized and pondered what to do. Then her skin went cold and butterflies rolled hard within her stomach. ‘Oh my God’ Shubhangi thought as realization hit her. But he would never have done that. Would he? Shubhangi was sure she must have gone pale even thinking the thoughts she was thinking. Nervously she stood up and started walking down the hall. It took all of herself control not to run.

 

Shubhangi turned the corner and ran into her boss. She was a classy lady in her mid-40’s with an amazing figure that was whispered about by her male colleagues. She dressed impeccably and most impressively she was genius smart. She was hard to work for because she was so driven, but she was also fair and was frighteningly loyal to her teams. Shubhangi loved her.

 

“Are you alright…Shu? You look a little put out…” she asked as Shubhangi nearly bowled her over coming around the corner.

 

“Er…fine…sorry…” Shubhangi tried to smile, but was nervous, she stammered not knowing what else to say.

 

She took Shubhangi’s hand and made her stand still. “Really is everything ok?” Her eyes bore into Shubhangi’s and Shubhangi was sure she looked guilty. One of her many talents was being able to see into people and understand them.

 

“Yeah…everything is fine…I just…er…forgot something I need to do…” Shubhangi replied.

 

She appraised Shubhangi and said “Well if everything is fine…I wanted to tell you…you did a great job on that report the other day…I would like to discuss it with you in my office later… stop by before you leave for the day…”

 

Shubhangi nodded and tried to look calm as she walked away from her briskly. Shubhangi could feel the boss eyes on her back. As soon as Shubhangi rounded the outside of the cubicle farm she pushed open a side door and raced down a deserted office corridor. On the far wall was another room that she rarely visited and pushed her way into. Inside was the mail room with an office in back where clerks sorted and delivered mail to a public row of open boxes each with a name labelled on the front. No one was in the mail room except one of the late afternoon clerks who was busy photocopying ad copy for a client under the glow of fluorescent lights. Shubhangi smiled at him tentatively and he nodded, she walked to the third column of make shift mail boxes and found her last name. Shubhangi peered tentatively in the box expecting something. It was empty.

 

Shubhangi breathed a sigh that was both filled with relief and confusion, she should have known Shakti would never send something from their ‘Game’ to her work place even if it was sealed. These mail boxes were not secure and anyone that worked for the company could see or even take the contents of any mail box. It was ironic that the company had recently installed post 9-11 metal detectors and cameras on every floor of the building, but failed to invest in 10-dollar locks for something as sensitive as mail could be. Shubhangi must have breathed her sigh of relief out loud as the mail guy turned to her and asked “Are you okay?”

 

Shubhangi turned and noticed him for the first time. He was a young man and she could tell from his bright orange badge that he was one of their interns from the local college for the year. They called them ‘pledge’ badges because the bright orange marked them as interns that were only here for a semester. They were universally hated by the college kids. This one was stamped with the name ‘Gary’ in black block letters. Gary was a handsome young man in his early 20’s. Shubhangi smiled at him and also at herself and said “Yes…I’m sorry…I thought…I’d forgotten a package…”

 

Gary smiled back and said “Oh…well…we don’t generally put packages out there…not that we get many…the packages are kept in the closet in the supply room…”

 

Shubhangi nodded never knowing the intricate inner workings of the mail room, and must have appeared either interested or stupid because Gary seemed to brighten at the idea of teaching her what he did every day.

 

“You see…” he began, “if we get a package…we mark it a received with a date stamp…and then tag it with a blue card…that has identical numbers on both ends…we then tear the ticket in half…and put half of the tag in the mail box of the person the package is for…it’s kind of like how they do baggage claim at the airport…” Gary said.

 

Shubhangi nodded, not knowing what else to do. Was she really listening to a college kid tell her about mail? She was, but was so dumbfounded by the conversation Shubhangi just listened.

 

“So, if you’ve a blue tag…you’ve a package…” Gary concluded.

 

 Shubhangi nodded again as Gary came toward her. “Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked.

 

“Fine…” Shubhangi said and then Gary was at her side.

 

Gary looked into Shubhangi mail box which was about two inches above her sight line. He smiled and said “Looks like you’re gonna fuck…after all…” As he pulled a blue tag out of the back of her mailbox that she’d overlooked.

 

“What did you say?” Shubhangi asked him with both panic and anger in her voice.

 

Gary looked at Shubhangi, confused and afraid. He stammered “I said it looks like you’re in luck after all…” He blushed holding the blue tag out toward Shubhangi like a peace offering.

 

It was Shubhangi’s turn to blush. “I’m sorry…I just…” her voice trailed off. “Never mind…can you get me my package?” Shubhangi asked her heart racing.

 

“Sure” Gary said taking the ticket back and seeming to be happy to go back into the clerk’s office and away from Shubhangi. He returned a minute later with a brown cardboard box that was approximately 18 inches square. He held it out and Shubhangi took it from him slowly, she wasn’t breathing. Shubhangi held in her hands an artifact of ‘The Game’ and was standing in the mail room of her office building. She felt the world spin a bit as the reality of her fantasy world and the real world crashed together. She felt off balance the way one might feel if Daffy Duck stepped through the television set and shook your hand.

 

The box was real. Shubhangi was real. The game was fantasy where she took the back seat and watched as her alter ego, Slutty Shubhangi, do all the things her carnal mind imagined. But here was Shubhangi and a possession of her alter egos. It was out of context. She was out of context and didn’t know who she was at that moment. She felt trapped between who she was and who she sometimes pretended to be. The dislocation was intoxicating and she felt both the terror and excitement as if this was that first moment, they ever played this most interesting game. Shubhangi took the box from Gary. Part of her wanted to just let go, rip his clothes off, and fuck him on top of the photocopier, and part of her was terrified that she’d even entertained the thought. This was not a strip club in St. Louis or a party at their new house for God’s sake. This was her work. Her life. But somewhere in her mind her alter ego lingered.

 

As if the thought was printed on Shubhangi’s forehead, Gary turned away from her as if suddenly self-conscious. Shubhangi smiled in spite of herself and turned to leave him. Across the hall was a women’s bathroom. Shubhangi darted inside and thankfully was alone. She splashed cold water on her face and stared at herself in the mirror. She was Shubhangi again albeit a little flushed. She stared at the box sitting on the vanity next to her, she felt suddenly nervous like a drug addict who realizes while in line at the airport security terminal he has forgotten to empty his overnight bag of the two ounces of coke he hid there. What the hell was Shubhangi going to do with that box? She couldn’t carry it around all day, but no way was it going to be left under her desk in her cubicle. She vowed to get even with Shakti for this. She took a deep breath and picked up her box and went to the last stall. It was the handicapped stall so she’d more room. She gently set the box down on the floor and stared at it for a minute.

 

Finally, Shubhangi mustered her courage and pulled the tape on the top of the box. It ripped away with a loud tearing sound that startled her in the small confines of the ladies’ room. She nervously listened to make sure she was still alone before opening the flaps of cardboard. She was tingling despite herself and her nipples were rock hard. Although she was nervous and a little terrified of having her alter ego visit her at work, deep down she was also boiling with anticipation at what she might find. Her body betrayed her nerves and the familiar butterflies of nervousness gave way to tingles that dance across her nipples and clitoris. Shubhangi licked her lips involuntarily and opened the box. She stared down into bubble-rap, she could not tell what the box concealed, but on the very top was a single sheet of blue paper folded in half.

 

Shubhangi’s name was written in familiar handwriting on the side facing her, Shubhangi picked it up gently. The sound of the door startled her. Someone had just come into the ladies’ room. Shubhangi quickly stood and dropped her skirt and sat on the toilet as if she expected them to look below the stall doors and wonder what she was doing. Shubhangi smiled to herself even as she was blushing. Shubhangi listened as two women she didn’t recognize talked.

 

“She’s such a bitch…I can’t believe…I’ve to work Saturday…I was supposed to go to the zoo with my kids…” The first woman said.

 

“That sucks…I was planning on spending the day with my boyfriend…”  Second woman commiserated.

 

Water began running and one of the women entered the stall next to Shubhangi’s. Shubhangi sat silently wondering what she should do. Shubhangi held the letter in one hand and the box was at her feet. Suddenly Shubhangi sneezed without warning. The two women stopped talking immediately, obviously they thought they were alone.

 

“Hello? Is someone else in here?” one of them called nervously wondering who had overheard their conversation.

 

“Hello…Just Shubhangi…” Shubhangi said. The sigh of relief was audible. They had no idea who Shubhangi was.

 

“Sorry…just thought we were alone…” a voice called from the stall next door.

 

"No problem…” Shubhangi replied, wondering who in the hell would talk to some stranger on a toilet. Shubhangi reached for the toilet paper roll to blow her nose when it happened. The paper she held dropped from her fingers and fluttered toward the floor. Shubhangi’s heard stopped and she grabbed for it losing her balance and nearly falling off her seat. Shubhangi watched in horror as the blue paper fluttered one last time and then managed to slide under the wall and into the adjacent bathroom stall.

 

“What’s this?” the woman asked.

 

Shubhangi’s heart was pounding and her face flushed. “Sorry…that was in my pocket…and it fell…” Shubhangi said trying not to let the edge in her voice show.

 

Silence followed for what felt like a year and then finally a hand appeared under Shubhangi’s stall wall. “Okay…well here you go….” The voice said.

 

Shubhangi looked down and saw the familiar blue paper held between two slender fingers with red nail polish. Shubhangi snatched the paper from the hand and said “Thanks…” Shubhangi clutched the paper to her chest willing her heart to slow down. Shubhangi dared not move. She’d almost paid a horrible price for this game. What was Shubhangi thinking? Shubhangi should never have opened the box. Two minutes later the women exited the restroom and left Shubhangi alone, heart pounding sitting on a toilet clutching a now crumpled piece of blue paper to her chest. It was unfathomable to Shubhangi that another person outside of her fantasy life had actually touched an artifact of the game.

 

 

Shubhangi kept picturing those slender fingers holding the paper casually between the finger tips, but in the reply in her mind at the last second, they snatch the paper way from her. Before Shubhangi can do anything; she hears the woman say “Oh my God…” And then hurry from the bathroom. Shubhangi imagine how fast that memo would travel throughout the office and wonder what hell she would endure knowing that her co-workers would see her every day and think ‘Slut’ or ‘Whore.’ Shubhangi would have to quit. But that scenario only happened in her mind. Even still, Shubhangi face flushed and heart beat wildly at the thought. What was she doing? Shubhangi asked herself for the millionth time since she’d met Shakti. But under it all, there was something more. Shubhangi face was not the only thing that seemed to flush. Her nipples were like diamonds inside her bra even now and she found herself squeezing the muscles of her pussy involuntarily. When Shubhangi became consciously aware of these responses she flushed again.

 

After waiting a full two minutes, Shubhangi opened the box again, slowly as if expecting a jack in the box to come springing out of it. She intended to replace the note and reseal the box until she could find a more appropriate place to unpack it and digest its contents and implications in private. Instead, spontaneously, as if possessed by another woman, she pulled out the bubble wrap and peered inside. At the bottom of the box lay a pair of black high heal shoes, a black mini-skirt, a conservative white blouse, a make-up kit, pantyhose, black thong underwear, an electronic hotel key with the number 801 written on it, and a bottle of lubricant. Shubhangi’s mouth was dry as she opened the note and read:

 

Shubhangi --

I think I understand this fantasy of yours. If I’m right it is about risk and submission. Your words said, “I want to be a hooker for a night…” and I must admit, I wondered, ‘why?’. Hookers fuck for money, but I don’t think that is why you want this.

 

I think you want to be ‘used’ for pleasure to explore what men want and if you can provide it. I think you want to fuck someone who you do not know or care about or who doesn’t know or care about you. I think you want to see if you can please a man and explore pleasure yourself on a purely sexual and transactional level. I also think you like the risk involved, but I’ll not put you in physical jeopardy for a fantasy.

 

I’ve arranged for your fantasy to come true, but to make it more real it will not be without risk. Your client is a man named Robert. He is a business associate of mine from Europe. Your ability to please him will have a direct effect on my ability to work with him in the future, so the risk you’re taking is mine. He is a significant client to me, and he is also a pervert who loves hookers. I know he would not harm you, but he will expect quality service and I’ve assured him I’ve arranged a date he will never forget. So, you get to be his trick. He will pay you $1000.00 for two hours of your time. He is in room 1099 and is expecting you at 7pm. Good luck, and I look forward to hearing about your fantasy tonight over drinks when you finish with Robert. Come to our house at 11:00.

Love Shakti.

 

Shubhangi was stunned, she sat in the stall of the women’s room reeling. Her stomach was in knots. Was he crazy? Making her a real hooker for something that could cost him his business God knew how much money.

 

For the first time in the game Shubhangi felt trapped. The Hilton was only across the street. What if someone Shubhangi knew was there? But Shubhangi couldn’t really get out of this now. It was her fantasy after all, and Shakti did have something to lose. Shubhangi checked her watch. It was 4:41 pm. She took a deep breath and examined the contents of the box more closely. The clothes were expensive and well made, but they were not conservative. The skirt was a little too short and the blouse a little too tight. Shubhangi imagined walking through the hotel lobby. Her outfit alone screamed call girl, and of course, that was the role she was playing.

Shubhangi imagined being in the outfit. The too short skirt hinting at thighs and more that could be bought. The too tight shirt pressed against her bra-less breasts, outlining and imprinting the hardness of her nipples against the silky fabric. Shubhangi imagined this woman who was not her, but who also was her walking confidently through a hotel lobby as heads turned to watch the sway of her ass. Part of her envied her. Part of her was her. And a big part of her wanted to put on her clothes and become her.

 

Shubhangi smiled at the imagery and steeled her mind against the night that lay ahead. She would do this. She knew she would so there was no point in agonizing over the morality of it. She would become the woman in her mind who was so confident, daring, and sexually aware of herself.  But not yet. First, she’d to get out of here so that when she was done being the woman she imagined, Shubhangi could come back and be the woman she was.

 

Shubhangi put the note back in the box and began to close it. Then she hesitated a wicked thought occurring to her. She stood up and hiked up her skirt. Below she wore a pair of blue panties, she peeled them down her legs and stepped out of them. Shubhangi admired her shaved pussy and touched her clit and then touched the tip of her finger to her lips. She licked it and tasted herself. Shubhangi grinned and opened the box again and pulled the black g- string panties on. She smiled to herself and marched confidently out of the bathroom depositing her old panties in the waste bin as she left, not knowing she would regret that decision in a few hours. At that moment Shubhangi felt as if she was both the woman she was and the woman she would become. Underneath her skirt she wore her panties and that was a secret Shubhangi kept from everyone who was around her.

 

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[reema4uhoney]

Chapter 26: Sex, Love, and Money (Part-2)



The Palmer House Hilton is an icon in Chicago. The vaulted ceilings ornately decorated along with the hotel staff all screamed sophistication and class. The staff was polite and refined and only business men and women on expense accounts and the financially elite could afford to stay there. Shubhangi stepped into the lobby from a side door which was held open for her by a doorman in a red suit. He smiled at her and then dismissed her as one more traveling business woman with a box under her arm.  As Shubhangi stepped into the main lobby her eyes were drawn to the three-story ceiling vaults and intricate paintings. It was 5:49 and the place was packed. Business men dressed in expensive suits milled throughout the room drinking single malt scotches from the bar. Service people swarmed the line at the immaculate check in desk frantically sorting and tagging luggage for in room delivery.

 

Shubhangi’s heart was pounding as she contemplated the move, she would make next. She checked her watch for the 200th time that hour. she still had over an hour; she decided a drink was in order. She took her box containing her ‘whore-wear’ as she thought of it and stepped into the bar. The bar was ¾ full of men drinking expensive drinks and watching a basketball game on ESPN. Shubhangi looked and found an empty bar stool half way down the bar with no one sitting on either side. That looked like a good spot for some liquid courage a few moments of peace to collect her thoughts.

 

Shubhangi sat down and put the box on the chair next to her. The bar tender was there instantly and said “Yes ma’am…what would you like?”

 

“Vodka martini…” Shubhangi smiled at him and said. He nodded and was gone to practice his craft. Three minutes later he returned with a large martini glass with flakes of ice attached to the outside. Shubhangi took a drink and felt the burn of alcohol go down her throat and warm her stomach. She took a deep breath and looked around. To her left were a group of business men talking about the long-term oil market pricing based on futures traded earlier in the day. Shubhangi shook her head and wondered how anyone could possibly be interested in that. To her left was a couple engaged in casual conversation that she could not hear. Shubhangi took another deep breath and wondered if one of the men in this bar would be inside her in less than an hour. Shubhangi bit her bottom lip as she scanned the crowd wondering and familiar tingles raced between her nipples and her clit.

 

Fantasies began playing in Shubhangi’s head of what the night would hold. She drank two martinis and left the bar at 6:50pm both excited and terrified.

 

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Shubhangi entered the women’s room closest to the bank of elevators with her box and went into the handicapped stall at the end. Thankfully she was alone, but there was no guarantee for how long. She quickly stripped off her work clothes and stood on the cold marble floor in bare feet. She was horny as hell and briefly she wondered what would happen if she marched to the elevators and up to her trick’s room naked. Shubhangi shivered with pleasure at the thought, but quickly reeled the fantasy in. She dressed in her ‘whore wear’ and packed her day clothes in the box.

 

A question suddenly flared up in Shubhangi’s mind. What the hell was she supposed to do with this? What kind of hooker shows up for a trick with luggage?  Shubhangi laughed out loud at the imagery, but realized she’d a real dilemma. She couldn’t leave it here, and she most certainly could not check it at the front desk. What the hell was she supposed to do?

 

Shubhangi sighed and looked around for a solution. At the back of the handicapped stall there was an ornately decorated door. She tried the knob and it was locked, but loose in the frame. She presumed this was a maintenance closet. She opened her purse and found a letter opener she’d borrowed from work and attempted to pry the locking mechanism back through the narrow slit in the door. On the third try it opened. Inside was a mop sink, a mop, and a furnace. Shubhangi smiled and slid the box into the small room and said a short prayer that no one would find it.

 

* * * * * * *

 

Shubhangi left her stall and stared at the woman in the mirror. She was even more slutty looking than her mind’s eye would have predicted. The skirt seemed shorter and the blouse tighter. The heels pointier. Shubhangi smiled and realized for a split moment she was attracted to the reflection. She giggled wondering what Shakti might say about that, she was also nervous as hell as her alter ego became real before her and Shubhangi was relegated to the back of her mind all the while screaming how insane she was being. Shubhangi mentally told her to relax and enjoy the ride and boldly stepped into the hotel lobby. It was 7:01 when she stepped into the elevator with three men whose eyes bore lustfully into her.

 

* * * *

 

At 7:04 Shubhangi stood in front of a white door on the 8th floor at the end of a long yellow hallway. Black numbers proclaimed that the door in which she stood was number 801. She’d the hotel key in her hand and wondered if she should use it or knock. Her hands were sweaty and her heart was pounding. Shubhangi stared at the door not knowing what to do. Could she do this? Shubhangi looked down at herself and noticed her nipples were clearly indicating that part of her could. Shubhangi knocked.

 

A moment later the door opened and Shubhangi’s heart dropped to her stomach, she was staring dumbfounded at a woman. The woman was dressed in a robe that had the Hilton logo over the right breast. She’d auburn hair and was Shubhangi’s height. She looked sophisticated even in a robe and clearly was well to do judging from the diamond ring on her left hand. Shubhangi’s confusion must have registered, but the woman staring back at her smiled and said “Well do come in…”

 

Shubhangi started to speak, but no sound came out. The woman extended her hand and said “Perhaps you expected my husband…Robert…” She said and gently took Shubhangi’s elbow and guided her inside. “Don’t worry…he is here…why don’t we all go inside and have a little chat…”

 

Inside was a suite that was amazing. There was a main living room book ended by a study on the left and a master bedroom on the right. There was an L shaped couch in the centre of the room and a plasma screen television hanging on the wall. At the back end was a wet bar stocked with every kind of top shelf liquor you could imagine. Robert was no-where to be seen, but Shubhangi thought she heard the shower running.

 

The woman let go of Shubhangi’s arm and said “Perhaps a drink to steady your nerves dear?” Shubhangi noticed a glass at the end of the bar with an amber liquid in it. “My name is Monica …and I’ve been married to the man you came here to fuck for 15 years…” She said this pleasantly, but underneath her tone was one of cold anger.

 

Shubhangi was too stunned to speak and would not trust herself to talk anyway. Monica walked to the end of the bar and selected a high ball glass. “Now would you like a Manhattan young lady?”

 

Shubhangi nodded. What else could she do? Monica poured the drink and began to speak. “So…you’re understandably confused…so allow me to illuminate the situation…you see I was in London…shopping since my dear husband Robert had urgent business in Chicago…and a thought occurred to me…” She handed Shubhangi her drink and Shubhangi took it reluctantly. Shubhangi looked in Monica’s eyes and saw a cold fury there that scared her and thought, ‘woman scorned.’

 

“I thought…how nice it would be to pop over the pond…and see Robert…and do some shopping on the Miracle Mile…Oxford street can be such bore comparatively…and since my Robert was already there…perhaps we could dine together at some of your cities fine eateries…” Monica paused for dramatic effect and appraised Shubhangi critically. Shubhangi never had felt so naked as she did under Monica’s stare.

 

“So…you can imagine my surprise…when I arrived last night to find…my husband naked on that very couch…with a young woman equally naked…who apparently mistook my husband’s penis for her personal lollipop…” Monica took another drink of her Manhattan as Shubhangi stood holding her in stunned silence. This was not going well, and sensible Shubhangi was screaming in the back of her mind to run like hell. Somehow her feet seemed glued to the floor. Monica then smiled at Shubhangi coldly and said “You look a little pale dear…are you sure you’re alright?”

 

Shubhangi bit her bottom lip nervously and then said meekly. “Perhaps I should go…” Monica laughed coldly and said “Go? But you haven’t even seen Robert yet…and besides you’ve not yet done your job or been paid…No…I don’t think a young industrious entrepreneur such as yourself…should have made this trip all the way here…and leave with nothing…Let’s see what Robert thinks…” With that Monica stepped to the bedroom door and said “Robert…your whore for tonight is here…Get your ass out here…”

 

“As soon as I dress…” a male voice answered. Shubhangi heard both fear and submission in his voice and thought ‘Dude you’re so fucked.’

 

Monica disappeared into the bedroom and Shubhangi considered bolting toward the door, but Monica returned before Shubhangi could take a step dragging her husband who was wet from a shower and wrapped in only a towel around the waist. Monica smiled again as Robert stood behind her holding his towel. He didn’t even look at Shubhangi, but instead found a spot two feet in front of him on the floor much more interesting. “May I present my husband Robert…”

Monica turned to him and said “Where are your manners Robert…this young lady came all the way here to fuck you…at least you could say hello…”

 

Robert finally looked at Shubhangi and rolled his eyes and mouthed the word “Sorry…” After his wife had turned back to face Shubhangi. All in all, Robert was attractive. He’d a thin waist and was darkly tanned as if from Middle Eastern descent. He’d black hair with a fleck of grey at the sides that would have given him a look of sophistication had he been dressed in a suit rather than a towel. There was also a look of defeat about him now, and Shubhangi almost felt a bit sorry for him.

 

Monica led her half naked husband to the couch and sat him down and then turned to Shubhangi and said “Now…why don’t we all sit down…and get to know each other…”

 

Shubhangi was shocked, but found herself taking a seat in an overstuffed chair across from Robert and Monica. Shubhangi was still too stunned to trust herself to speak but she stole a glance at her watch which read, 7:12. Monica sat with her drink next to her husband but acted as if he were invisible. Well perhaps not invisible, more like a piece of furniture that was inconsequential to her. Shubhangi on the other hand was an object of intense focus for her. Monica leaned forward and her eyes seemed to bore into Shubhangi. “May I know your name dear…or would that be improper? Do you use a pseudonym in your profession?”

 

Shubhangi stared at Monica blankly not fully comprehending her question. “My name is Sara…” Shubhangi said hoping her nerves did not show through in her voice.

 

“Sara…what a lovely name…and have you met Robert before…or was tonight to be your first date…” The word date Monica emphasized coldly as if she’d bitten into a rotten piece of fruit. Her voice was thick with contempt for Shubhangi, but underneath Shubhangi thought she sensed also genuine curiosity.

 

“I’ve never dated Robert before.” Shubhangi said reflecting her contempt with more confidence than she felt. Monica appraised Shubhangi with those cold brown eyes again, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. She seemed somewhat amused by Shubhangi’s boldness. Shubhangi knew that Monica was using her to torture her husband, and part of Shubhangi was now wondering if she would play along and for how long. Shubhangi was wondering the same thing. This was not the sexual experience she’d imagined in her fantasy, but deep inside her there was something so titillating about being on the edge like this.

 

Monica smiled and asked “Well tell me…how long have you been a whore?”

 

Shubhangi knew Monica was trying to get a reaction from her. Shubhangi gave her none, but smiled back at Monica coldly and said ambiguously “Not long…”

 

“And do you enjoy your work?” Monica asked. Shubhangi shrugged noncommittally.

 

“Please don’t be shy…educate me…I’ve never known a woman like you…tell me do you find pleasure in the sex…or is it just something you do for money? Does the attractiveness of the man play into it?” Monica asked, she was genuinely curious, but was also enjoying watching Robert squirm as he sat silently next to her. Shubhangi decided to play along for a bit longer to see where this was going. Shubhangi knew this was probably an irrational decision, but a part of her deep down was enjoying Robert’s humiliation. But he’d dug his own hole here and Monica intended to make him pay for his transgression. She was also trying to destroy his fantasy. In a sense she was forcefully taking him behind the scenes of a porno movie forcing him to see the not so arousing side of prostitution.

 

“Well to be honest…I do enjoy it with the right person…if the man is attractive…and treats me well…” Shubhangi said not knowing if that was true at all.

 

“And do you find my Robert attractive?” Monica asked.

 

Shubhangi looked at Robert who met her eyes. Was there something more than fear there now? Shubhangi felt his eyes sweep across her body as her appraised his. Shubhangi looked back to Monica who was intensely interested in whatever Shubhangi said next. A bead of sweat had formed on Shubhangi’s forehead and for the first time she saw not only anger and curiosity in Monica’s eyes, but also longing. What was going on here?

 

“Yes…your husband is attractive….” Shubhangi smiled and said.

 

“And how much do you charge for your services?” Monica, took a deep breath and asked.

 

“I believe the agreed upon rate for this evening is $10000.00 for two hours…” Shubhangi said not knowing if this was too high, too low, or just right. Monica stood up appraised Shubhangi and went back to the bar. Shubhangi and Robert sat silently staring at each other. Robert must be the boldest man Shubhangi had ever met because even in his predicament, Shubhangi could see him staring at her breasts with lust. The towel across his lap tented slightly and Shubhangi wondered what would happen if Monica also noticed his arousal.

 

Monica returned after rummaging behind the bar and handed Shubhangi a thick role of 100- dollar bills. Shubhangi took them but only stared at them.

 

“You may count it if you like…now you came here to do a job…so far be it from me to get in the way of a first date…go on fuck him…” Monica said misinterpreting Shubhangi’s hesitation. Her rage was back and she stood to one side of the couch watching Shubhangi and Robert.

 

Neither Shubhangi or Robert moved. “Well what’s wrong? You got your money now go on fuck him…” Monica spat at Shubhangi.

 

Shubhangi was still too stunned for speech. Monica sighed and went to Robert and savagely yanked the towel away from him. Whatever arousal he may have felt was gone instantly and his cock hung limply between his legs.

 

“Monica you’ve made your point…stop this now…” Robert spoke for the first time in an English accent.

 

Monica turned on him like a striking snake. “How dare you even speak to me…you cheating bastard…how many whores have there been over the years? Many I’m sure…now don’t get all holier than thou with me just because I’ve decided to play in your decadence…now you’re going to fuck her…or I’m going to fuck you in divorce court for the rest of your life…” Robert sighed resigned and sat naked on the couch waiting to see what would happen.

 

Monica turned to Shubhangi and said “Do you know the last time he fucked me was 3 months ago…I think…I deserve to at least know what he could not find in me…Don’t you?”

 

Shubhangi was beginning to understand more now than she’d. Monica finds out Robert has been cheating on her. Something Monica probably knew deep down anyway. Wives somehow always deep down know. But there was more to this. Monica felt inadequate. Behind her toughness and her razor like tongue was a woman who was in the middle of her life feeling like she was not enough for the man she’d married. Deep down Monica was afraid and hurt, but as much as there was of hurt, there was also self-doubt about what could Robert possible see in a whore that she could not provide.

 

Shubhangi pitied Monica at this moment and could see that she was on the verge of not rage now, but tears. Shubhangi went to her slowly and took her hand. Monica resisted and made to pull away from her, but the effort was weak and half hearted. Shubhangi led Monica to the chair in which she’d sat and set Monica down.  Shubhangi kneeled before her leaned in closely. Monica rage melted and was replaced with sadness and hurt. Part of Shubhangi wanted to hug her, but she didn’t. Shubhangi was not her friend; Shubhangi was her husband’s whore. Monica looked up at Shubhangi with both curiosity, self-loathing, and confusion. Shubhangi could smell Monica’s expensive perfume and knew she’d stopped breathing. Monica was not in control here now, Shubhangi was. And that was good. Shubhangi didn’t know if she could save Monica’s marriage, but she could not leave Monica without at least trying to release her from her own doubt.

 

Shubhangi whispered to Monica a single word “Watch…” Shubhangi favoured Monica with a grin reserved for two conspiratorial women and for just a moment Monica’s eyes twinkled and the corners of her mouth turned up into a grin. Then it was gone and Monica did as Shubhangi asked.

 

* * * * * * * *

 

Shubhangi released Monica’s hand and turned toward Robert. Monica seemed to relax, perhaps relieved not to have to be in control of anything. Robert recoiled slightly and Shubhangi wondered if he could see the hatred, she’d for him burning in her eyes. It may have been irrational, but Shubhangi blamed him completely. Not for using whores, but for making Monica feel as if she were not good enough for him. Shubhangi walked to Robert slowly. Shubhangi shed her heels as she walked. Then standing before him and between he and his wife Shubhangi slowly stripped off her blouse. Her breasts came free and Shubhangi heard a sharp intake of breath from both Robert and Monica whose eyes Shubhangi could feel on her.

 

Shubhangi knelt before Robert and placed her hands on his naked thighs. Her breasts were all but touching his knees. Shubhangi ran her hands up his thighs toward his cock. It twitched and began to harden. Shubhangi smiled. Shubhangi could feel Monica watching her intently. All rage was gone and had been replaced with burning curiosity. Shubhangi licked her lips seductively and unzipped her black skirt letting peeling it away from her hips. Her black thong accenting the curves of her hips and ass with the thin material covering what Robert was now longing for. Shubhangi lowered her mouth to him without hesitation and took him deeply in her throat.

 

Robert groaned at Shubhangi’s touch. Shubhangi bobbed her head on his hard shaft in gentle oscillating rhythms. He lay his head back in pleasure. Shubhangi stroked his shaft with her hand as she performed her very best blowjob on him. Shubhangi found herself getting wet at the thought of his hard cock and his wife’s curious eyes on her. Shubhangi love cock sucking and it was such a turn on. Shubhangi sucked his cock not with lust although she was aroused, but with anger and hatred transferred from Monica to her. Shubhangi wanted to hurt him, but more than that she wanted Monica to know what he was. Shubhangi would show her who he was and maybe who she could be.

 

Shubhangi felt Robert shudder and immediately stopped, she squeezed the base of his cock to prevent his eruption. Precum oozed but he didn’t cum. Shubhangi flicked her tongue over the tip of his shaft tasting him and letting a strand of his pre-cum stretch obscenely between the tip of his cock and the tip of her tongue. Shubhangi broke as she pulled away from him and licked her lips.

 

“Does it feel good Robert?” Shubhangi asked seductively.

 

“Jesus…yes…don’t stop…” Robert said in quivering tones as his cock spasmed in Shubhangi’s hand.

 

Shubhangi squeezed tighter around his shaft. “Not yet…” Shubhangi whispered. As near orgasm subsided; Shubhangi slowly released her grip on his cock and slowly began stroking him. Shubhangi completely ignored Monica and wondered if he could do the same. For Monica’s part she sat silently watching them without expression or comment.

 

“So…tell me…do you like her watching me suck your cock Robert?” Shubhangi asked. Shubhangi could feel his whole-body tense. He didn’t like the way this was going and although his mind was in a sexual haze, he knew this line of questioning could be dangerous. Shubhangi imagined his dilemma. Should he be honest? What was the right answer? Was there a right answer? He chose silence which was both wise and cowardly at the same time.

 

Shubhangi stopped stroking and gently began massaging Robert’s balls. He moaned, but there was also fear there. Shubhangi could hurt him and he knew it. His cock was still hard, but she could feel the mixture of fear and arousal in him. Shubhangi wondered if he enjoyed the feeling.

 

“Don’t be shy Robert…tell me…does it feel good to do it in front of her?” Shubhangi asked.

 

Monica’s eyes were now sparkling and the curve of a grin returned to her face. The cold hardness was there, but also something more. Robert still chose silence, Shubhangi squeezed his balls a little more tightly. Not enough to cause pain. There was still pleasure in her touch, but enough to remind him of his position.

 

“Yes…it feels good…” Robert groaned finally deciding an answer was better than no answer.

 

Shubhangi rewarded him by licking his balls gently and stroking his shaft. Monica gaped. Shubhangi smiled inwardly. Robert relaxed again as his arousal once more began to build. Shubhangi slowly stood not releasing her grasp on his shaft and turned to face Monica whose face was flushed. Their eyes met and she held them. Shubhangi stared back into them and she slowly sat down upon Robert’s lap. Shubhangi positioned his cock at her pussy and slowly impaled herself upon him. His hands found Shubhangi’s hips and once fully inside her, Shubhangi leaned back against his chest feeling him filling her cunt while allowing Monica to watch him slide inside her.

 

Shubhangi watched Monica silently watching her as Shubhangi ground her hips back and fourth on her husband's lap as his cock slipped in and out of her. Shubhangi could feel Robert panting on her neck and knew he would not last long. Shubhangi brought her fingers to her clit and began masturbating herself knowing he would finish long before she got there. Monica was still angry and curious, but also aroused. Her face was flushed and the nipples beneath her robe had to be like hard pebbles full of desire. Her own hips rocked involuntarily as she watched them.

 

Without warning Robert’s grip on Shubhangi’s hips tightened and Shubhangi felt the familiar warmth and spasm inside of her indicated he’d ejaculated. Shubhangi pushed down hard on him, not cumming herself, but what whore came with her trick in real life anyway. His cock spasmed again and Shubhangi knew another spray of him had gone off inside of her. And then his body went limp and it was over. His cock slowly wilted inside her. Monica seemed to sense this also and shifted slightly in her seat breaking eye contact with Shubhangi finally. Shubhangi took a deep breath and slowly stood up off Robert as his cock slid from her with an audible ‘plop.’

 

Shubhangi walked to Monica slowly and took her hand and said softly to her “How do you feel?”

 

Monica considered Shubhangi and then said in a whisper “I’m not sure…I expected…” Her voice trailed off.

 

“You expected more? Something special perhaps for the sum you paid me…perhaps something you couldn’t do?” Shubhangi smiled knowing her understanding was correct.

 

“Yes…” Monica said as if Shubhangi had voiced her own thoughts.

 

Shubhangi smiled at Monica and said “Sorry to disappoint you…but getting a whore isn’t about a woman’s inadequacy…it’s about the man’s…I hope…I helped you to understand that…”

 

Monica looked at Shubhangi and grinned a real smile for the first time. It was just a flash and then evaporated, but it was real and genuine while it was there. Monica nodded and said “I think you did…thank you….”

 

Shubhangi giggled and said “You’re the first woman…I know…that has ever thanked a hooker …for fucking her husband…I hope you two work it out…”

 

Monica smiled at Shubhangi and then looked over at Robert who was sitting there wondering what the hell was going to happen to him. He could not hear their whispers, but Monica’s face went from warm and conspiratorial to cold and calculating immediately. “Oh…I’m sure…I’m going to work it out…” She said loud enough for Robert to hear.

 

Robert cringed at Monica’s words, and judging from how she looked at him he’d every right to be worried. Never before had Shubhangi seen a man so absolutely fucked. Shubhangi picked up her panties and Monica took her hand before Shubhangi could step into them.

 

“May I have these? I’ll pay for them if you want…”  Monica said.

 

Shubhangi considered Monica for a moment and then handed her the thong. “Sure…” Shubhangi said confused.

 

“Thank you…I’ve plans that may require this sort of underwear…and although…I’m sure more could be purchased…there is something fitting in that they be yours…” Monica said.

 

Shubhangi shrugged as she stepped into skirt and top sans panties. Shubhangi didn’t understand, but all she really wanted to do was get out of there at this point. Shubhangi really didn’t ever plan to wear that underwear again anyway. Monica walked Shubhangi to the door and handed her another 1000.00 dollars.

 

Shubhangi took the handful of bills and said “Enjoy the rest of your night…” It sounded hollow and stupid, but Shubhangi couldn’t think of anything else to say. Monica nodded to Shubhangi and closed the door. Shubhangi rode down the elevator with two business men whose eyes seemed to maul her. Shubhangi could feel Robert running out of her and that was when Shubhangi realized that She’d thrown her other panties away. Shubhangi sighed as the doors to the lobby dinged open and quickly made her way to the ladies’ room to turn back into Shubhangi.

 

At 10:05 Shubhangi was in a cab on her way to her house with 11000.00 dollars in cash. Although it was not the fantasy she imagined, she’d been a whore for a night, and a successful one at that. And while it was not a mind-bending sexual experience, the memory of Monica’s eyes on her while her husband’s cock was inside her would be masturbation fodder for the rest of her life.

 

* * * * *

 

An hour later Shubhangi was naked again. This time she was with Shakti and much more comfortable. He was naked too and sat immersed up to his neck in the hot water of the spa. Shubhangi sat on the side, at his request, drinking another martini. He wanted to see her while Shubhangi told him her story. He sat and listened in stunned silence as Shubhangi told him every detail exactly as she remembered them. When Shubhangi had finished she knew Shakti had to be hard, and she suspected he was stroking himself under the frothing water.

 

“Did he really have sex with you while his wife watched?” Shakti, he said with a flushed face.

 

Shubhangi grinnned and spread her legs to answer his question. She used her fingers to open herself for him and knew he could see she was more open than usual from the night’s escapades. Not to mention some of Robert’s cum was still stuck to Shubhangi’s thighs.

 

“God” Shakti said again but this time lustfully. He stood up, his erect cock before him. Shubhangi grinned as he came to her. He positioned himself at Shubhangi’s pussy and slowly slid into her. Shubhangi sighed as he easily hilted himself on his first thrust. “You’re such a good whore…” Shakti said.

 

Shubhangi moaned at the word which didn’t cut this time but aroused hearing it from him. And at his words Shubhangi became his whore. But this time not for money, but so much more. He was urgently thrusting inside of her then and Shubhangi held his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his body. Shubhangi could feel him deeply inside her and she was wet from her current arousal and the fuck from before.

 

“Fuck my cum filled pussy baby…” Shubhangi whispered nastily in his ear knowing he wanted her to be nasty now. Shubhangi could sense deep down he was extraordinarily turned on by the thought of fucking her cream pie pussy.

 

“Oh God…” Shakti replied and thrust more urgently.

 

They both came fast. Shakti erupted inside of Shubhangi harder than she’d ever felt before. It was like a hose let loose deep inside her pussy. Shubhangi came with him, equally hard, gripping him with the contracting muscles of her cunt. It was fast and hard, and Shubhangi felt herself lose control of her mind as she came on his erupting cock. Wetness squirted from her, coating his cock and balls. This rare event never ceased to catch Shubhangi off guard and when it happened, she was completely beyond control. Another squirt from him and Shubhangi was contracting in orgasm again. She was lost in the feeling and when the orgasm crested, they crested together. Shubhangi held Shakti tightly and both shivering uncontrollably as they rode the waves of a mind-bending orgasm.

 

Slowly the shivering tingles subsided, but they hugged each other tightly until they both broke into a fit of giggles. They sank into the water together both laughing and kissing. They spent the rest of the night making love and loving each other. Around 4:00 they held each other in their bed. Shakti kissed Shubhangi’s forehead and said “God…I’m so glad…it’s my turn again…”

 

Shubhangi kissed him back and said “You mean…I don’t get to go twice in a row after that?”

 

Shakti smiled and said “No way babe…I’m not giving up my turn…” Shubhangi reached between his legs and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. She was somewhat horny again.

 

“I think you should be really dirty this time…”  Shubhangi said and drifted off to sleep holding him not knowing that her words would set in motion a fantasy that would change three people’s lives forever.


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Chapter 27: Shakti’s turn again

Shubhangi stayed overnight at their new house with Shakti on Friday night for a ‘Blockbuster’ night and ended up watching two movies, drinking a bottle of wine, and talking. They ended up going to bed early and making love for an hour before drifting off to sleep. Shubhangi would not see him again for a few days as she’d some work to do around her own apartment and he’d a project that would keep him busy most of the weekend. Shubhangi was somewhat disappointed, but was also looking forward to a weekend to herself. She thought perhaps she and Richa could have dinner together. It had been a while since they had spent a whole day together as both of their lives were pretty busy.

 

Richa was dating someone, and her new boyfriend was taking up a lot of her time. Shubhangi had not yet met her new friend, and only knew that he was also an intern at a competing firm and they had met at a conference. His name was Ryan and they had been going out for almost two weeks. Shubhangi was curious, but Richa had not yet introduced them. Shubhangi decided to let her have her space and let her come around when she was ready. Maybe tonight they could talk about this mystery man of hers. Girl chat would be fun, and it was oh so much more fun when there was a new, exciting man to discuss. Shubhangi grinned at the thought as she emerged from her train two blocks from her apartment, not knowing that she would get to meet Ryan in short order.

 

* * * *

Shubhangi opened the door to her apartment and immediately smelled candles. The smell was not overwhelming, but just under the surface. Shubhangi stepped into the main room and noticed three things all at once. First, there were two plates and two wine glasses on the coffee table in front of the television. Both were used and had the remnants of pizza on them. The glasses stood half full and an empty bottle was poised next to it. The second thing Shubhangi noticed was the couch had a blanket on it that was usually kept in the hall closet. The blanket was not folded, but rolled into a ball that looked as if it had been wadded up and thrown onto the cushion. The third thing Shubhangi noticed was a pair of Richa’s jeans on the floor.

 

Shubhangi smiled to herself and her imagination immediately conjured an image of Richa straddling her new boyfriend on the couch. Shubhangi envisioned hungry mouths and tongues exploring each other with a passion that can only be found at their age. Shubhangi imagined his hands pawing at Richa’s breasts, clumsily trying to unbutton her blouse without breaking the rhythm of their kiss. Shubhangi saw Richa grinding her hips against his hardness, wanting him; arousing him with her body. Shubhangi could almost feel the tingles as Richa grinded against his thick cock. Shubhangi imagined the scene as they stood and awkwardly stumbled to Richa’s bedroom shedding clothes as they went until the collapsed together, naked and wanting. Shubhangi imagined him still kissing Richa as he entered her. Shubhangi imagined what Richa must have felt as she pulled her new boyfriend inside of her for the first time; feeling that indescribable passion that may only happen that very first time. Shubhangi imagined Richa’s hands on his back and her legs wrapped around his body. Shubhangi imagined them climbing higher and higher until Richa’s orgasm washed over her like a tsunami of pleasure. Shubhangi imagined Richa feeling him cumming inside her.

 

Shubhangi then heard a groan from down the hallway and froze. Shubhangi set down her purse and tiptoed down the hall toward Richa’s room her ears straining. Shubhangi could hear voices, but couldn’t make out any words, but the tone suggested that Richa’s evening was not yet at an end. As Shubhangi approached the door, she heard a male voice groan and a softer more sensual voice say “Mmmmmm…you like that huh?”

 

The door was closed all but an inch or two and Shubhangi felt tingly all over at the thrill of what she might see, and the thrill of secretly watching whatever was going on. Shubhangi bit her bottom lip nervously and slowly leaned in and squinted through the narrow opening. Shubhangi had an unobstructed view of Richa’s bed. The sheets were thrown off wildly and the comforter was on the floor next to the bed closest to the door. Soft light spilled through the curtained windows. On the bed was a young man of perhaps 20. He was stark naked and lying on his backspread eagle. He’d light brown hair, cut short and strong facial features. His body was lean and athletic. His eyes were closed and his face radiated with pleasure.

 

Shubhangi eyes drank him in moving down his body to the source of his pleasure which at the moment was Richa’s tongue which rolled over the tip of his hard, circumcised cock. Richa was on her knees, equally naked. Her ass contrasted with the tan of the rest of her body. Shubhangi eyes traced the thin yet feminine curves of Richa’s body resting momentarily on her full breasts that were crowned with small hardened nipples. Richa’s hair framed her angelic face as she rolled the tip of her tongue across her boyfriend’s swollen cock. Richa stroked his cock with her right hand as her mouth worked magic on the sensitive tip. Shudders coursed through the young man as Richa pleasured him. Richa head bobbed rhythmically as she worked his cock with her mouth and Shubhangi smiled inwardly knowing this was a relatively new found skill of hers. Richa clearly had been practicing. One of Richa’s hands massaged swollen balls while the other stroked his shaft that was not engulfed by her mouth.

 

The young man shuddered and moaned and Shubhangi knew that his climax was imminent, she watched in tingling anticipation for his release feeling aroused at her voyeurism. Shubhangi’s own nipples were hard and strained against her bra and she found herself unconsciously rubbing them through her shirt. And then the moment Shubhangi anticipated happened. Richa’s boyfriend groaned deep and guttural and Shubhangi could see all of his muscles tighten at once and then Richa did something amazing. Just at the moment of his release Richa withdrew her mouth and his straining cock popped from her mouth like a Champaign cork. Shubhangi could see Richa tighten her grip around the base of his cock as she stroked him.

 

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…” he screamed. A torrent of cum exploded from his tip, spraying white hot cum across Richa’s face. Richa relaxed her grip, but continued to jack his cock in a blur. He released again with torrential force. The cum sprayed again and again onto Richa’s hair, face, shoulders, and breasts. It was an orgasm to rival Shakti’s.

 

The young man was still screaming “Oh fuck….mmmm…oh fuck…” His orgasm slowly wound down and his cum oozed from his softening cock. Richa slowed but didn’t stop stroking him. A white mess pooled down his shaft and ran across Richa’s right hand that continued to gently squeeze and milk him.

 

The young man opened his eyes and looked at Richa and said “God…that was incredible…”

 

Richa grinned at him. She was covered in him and said “Glad you like…” The boy sighed contentedly as Richa climbed up his body and curled next to him.

 

“You’re messy…” He said smiling.

 

Richa smiled back and said “I hope that is not a criticism…besides…I like cum…” And then she licked her lips tasting him.

 

“God you’re so hot…” Ryan said.

 

“Thanks…but my aunt will be home soon…you need to be out of here before she gets back… wish we could fuck all day…but I need a shower…and you need to go…” Richa said.

 

“Okay babe…but I hate to cum and rum…” Ryan sighed and said.

 

“Get going…or I’ll make you clean me up with your tongue…” Rachel laughed and replied.

 

“Another time them…” Ryan said laughing.

 

Shubhangi slowly backed away from the door and stepped into her room silently to ponder what she’d just witnessed. Five minutes later Shubhangi heard Ryan slip from Richa’s room and leave the apartment. Shubhangi wondered why he’d to be gone before she got home and wondered if she would ever know. A more pressing question was how would she tell Richa that she was already home. Maybe she could wait until Richa was in the shower and pretend she’d come home then. That might work. As Shubhangi was pondering her predicament, she heard a light knock on the door and Richa’s playful voice say “You can come out now…He’s gone…”

 

Shubhangi sighed and thought “That sneaky bitch” and opened the door. Richa stood outside in the hallway stark naked with the shiny white semen on her lips and cheeks.

 

“Like the show?”  Richa asked Shubhangi grinning. Shubhangi was speechless and only could nod. Then Richa leaned in without warning and kissed Shubhangi on the lips. Shubhangi could taste Ryan’s cum on Richa’s mouth, salty and tangy at the same time. Shubhangi pulled away shocked.

 

Richa only giggled and said “Make coffee…let’s have girl chat…and I’ll tell you a story…” Richa then bounded down to the bathroom and Shubhangi heard the water come on a few seconds later.

 

‘What the fuck was that?’ Shubhangi wondered to herself and was reeling from the experience. Shubhangi stripped out of her clothes and into a long jersey style t-shirt that covered her to nearly her thighs and then went and made coffee. Shubhangi was curious as hell as well as aroused, she was about to find out she’d created a monster.

 

* * * * *

Ten minutes later Richa came out of the shower dressed in nothing but a very short satin robe. She was clean and smelled lightly of lavender scent. Shubhangi sat down with her mug of coffee across from her and said “Okay…what is going on?”

 

Richa smiled at Shubhangi wolfishly and said “Just a little fucking between friends…”

 

“Friends? That looked like more than friendship to me…” Shubhangi sighed and said.

 

“Well…maybe a little more…I do like him an awful lot…he is great in there…” Richa said motioning towards her bedroom.

 

“I hope you’re being smart…it can get complicated…especially with co-workers…” Shubhangi said trying not to sound too judgmental.

 

Richa smiled at Shubhangi coyly and said “Really? Complicated? You think more so than what we did at your new house?” Richa asked somewhat sarcastically, but also with good humour.

 

“Richa…I know…what we did at my new house…was a little over the top…but it happened…I just don’t want you going too wild and getting hurt…” Shubhangi sighed and said.

 

“I’m a big girl…you don’t have to keep protecting me…I know what you’re saying…but don’t worry…I’m just…experimenting a but…I mean…I’m not going total slut…But I do like sex…” Richa nodded and said.

 

What could Shubhangi say? She nodded and said “I’m glad you’re enjoying your sex life… God knows it took me a while to fully appreciate mine…but just remember your experiments can have consequences…”

 

“So…what did you think of his cock?” Richa nodded, smiled at Shubhangi and asked.

 

“Very nice…” Shubhangi laughed out loud and said.

 

“I know…and in deference to you…I’ve been playing my own version of The Game…you probably have wondered why you have not met him yet…” Richa said.

 

“I figured you needed some space with him…you would eventually get around to introducing us if he became important to you…” Shubhangi nodded and said.

 

Richa cackled as if in on some private joke.

 

“What?” Shubhangi asked.

 

“Aunt Shu…I would have introduced you the day I met him…but I’d a fantasy…” Richa said still giggling.

 

“And what was this fantasy?” Shubhangi asked curious and a little irritated.

 

Richa blushed a little, which Shubhangi found comforting in some strange way and said “Well I wanted you to see me with him…to you know…watch me…”

 

Shubhangi was stunned but also curious. “Why?” Shubhangi asked sincerely.

 

Richa now looked even more unsure of herself. “Well…its’ just something I’ve been thinking about a lot…I mean…I guess it’s a turn on to do that in front of someone…”

 

Shubhangi was stunned but also amazed at Richa’s boldness. Richa was just learning about sex and already living out some of her fantasies. Shubhangi said “And did it live up to your expectation?” not knowing what else to say.

 

Richa brightened and said “Yeah…it was so hot to be doing with him knowing you were watching…it was like…I was an actress or something…but also with him for real…it’s hard to describe…but WOW…” Richa hugged Shubhangi back and Shubhangi returned to her seat across from Richa’s sipping her coffee.

 

“And where did you learn to give head so well so far?” Shubhangi smiled and asked Richa.

 

“I’ve been practicing…” Richa laughed out loud and said grinning.

 

“Really?” Shubhangi raised an eyebrow and said.

 

“Mostly with Ryan…he loves it…and it’s a huge turn of for me…especially when he cums…you know what we talked about that one night by the pool…I can’t get it out of my head…and he can cum a lot…” Richa replied smiling.

 

“So…I’m sure…you fucked Shakti till he couldn’t walk last night…did he tell you his fantasy this month yet?” Richa asked.

 

Shubhangi shook her head, and said “Well maybe…he might have emailed it…but I haven’t had time to check yet…”

 

Richa’s eyes gleamed and said “Well shall we go to your computer and see?” Richa was visibly excited and Shubhangi was nervous. Even though Richa knew about their game and had participated in it to some degree, this was a little nerve racking.

 

“Oh…come on…you have to go look…” Richa said impatiently and stood up. Shubhangi stood, shaking her head and walked into her bedroom where her computer was. The computer was on and Shubhangi clicked on her email. A minute later Shubhangi was downloading her email. She’d not been online in two or three days so Shubhangi was inundated with junk mail. Fortunately, her spam filter caught 80 percent of it. And then at the very top was a familiar email name: Shakti’s.

 

The subject line read “Dirty enough?”

 

Shubhangi sighed and glanced at Richa. Shubhangi was not sure how comfortable she was reading this in front of Richa, especially after encouraging Shakti to be dirty.

 

Richa giggled nervously and said “Open it…” Shubhangi sighed and double clicked.

 

* * * * * * * * * *

 

The email opened and both Shubhangi and Richa stared, reading in silence. A minute passed and although only four words were on the screen, neither of them spoke or took their eyes off of them. And then Richa broke the silence with a teenaged giggle. Shubhangi looked at Richa, Richa was grinning nervously.

 

“Wow…” was all Richa said.

 

“He is a bit of a pervert…” Shubhangi giggled nervously and said.

 

“So are you though…” Richa laughed out loud and said.

 

Shubhangi thought of herself fucking Robert while his wife watched all to see what it felt like to be a whore, and said “You might be right…”

 

“It must run in the family…” Richa grinned and said.

 

“Yeah…it must be genetic…” Shubhangi said looking at Richa.

 

Richa grinned her radiant smile and asked “So…how is this fantasy going to happen…and when?”

 

“Don’t you mean…is it going to happen?” Shubhangi looked at Richa and said.

 

Richa’s face never even wavered. “No…the real question is…are you going to be there?'” She nodded to the screen and Shubhangi looked back at the words. They read ‘A Threesome with Richa.’

 

Shubhangi turned back to Richa with a flash of anger, realizing the literal interpretation was that she was not required for this particular fantasy. Fortunately, Richa was grinning and Shubhangi realized Richa was joking.

 

“Bitch…” Shubhangi yelled at Richa with humour in her voice and grabbed a box of tissues that sat on the edge of the desk and tossed it at Richa.

 

Richa dodged laughing and said “What if I don’t want YOU to be there?” Richa was really having fun with Shubhangi and giggled as Shubhangi grabbed two pillows off the bed and threw them at Richa much harder than the Kleenex box.

 

They were both laughing now and Richa rushed at Shubhangi. Richa launched her body into Shubhangi’s and they fell wrestling to the bed, laughing. Shubhangi rolled Richa on her back and tickled her under her arms. Richa squealed and squirmed nearly bucking Shubhangi off the bed. Shubhangi lost her balance, Richa grabbed Shubhangi’s jersey and rolled Shubhangi off of her. Richa was amazingly strong, Shubhangi rolled face down and somehow Richa ended up straddling Shubhangi’s back. Richa pushed down hard between Shubhangi’s shoulder blades to hold Shubhangi in place. Shubhangi’s jersey had ridden up to her waist in their escapades, and slapped her bare ass once, hard with her other hand.

 

“Ouch you bitch…” Shubhangi squealed and laughed at the same time. Shubhangi tried to bounce Richa off her and roll at the same time, but only managed to roll onto her back with Richa now straddling Shubhangi’s hips. Richa quickly grabbed Shubhangi’s wrists and pinned them above Shubhangi’s head with her hands. Richa was leaning forward to hold Shubhangi in place and they were both breathing hard. Their faces only inches apart. Richa could not tickle Shubhangi and hold Shubhangi’s hands above Shubhangi’s head so they were in a bit of a stalemate. Richa’s robe was completely untied and open now, and Shubhangi’s t-shirt barely covered her breasts. Shubhangi lay looking up at Richa’s extraordinary body, tan and fit, crowned with full white breasts and small pink nipples only slightly larger than a quarter.

 

Shubhangi body flushed in a moment of lust as they stared at each other. Shubhangi felt heat in her pussy and the hardening of her nipples as tingles raced through her body. And then Shubhangi became aware of a warm wetness on her pubic bone and realized it was Richa’s shaved pussy where Richa straddled her. Richa was nude under the robe and their pussies were only an inch apart. The thought made Shubhangi wetter.

 

Richa was still holding Shubhangi down, but less tightly. Richa moved her mouth to Shubhangi’s ear and whispered “Aunt Shu…does the thought of watching Shakti fuck me turn you on?”

 

Shubhangi felt Richa grinding her hips slowly and felt Richa’s slickness slip over her body as Richa’s breasts pressed gently against Shubhangi. Shubhangi could feel the hardness of Richa’s nipples on her own. Without thought, Shubhangi whispered “Oh yes…honey…”

 

Shubhangi arched her back pushing her pubic bone harder against Richa’s wet clitoris. Richa moaned and pushed harder back into Shubhangi, Richa’s mouth wet against Shubhangi’s ear now, Richa’s breath on Shubhangi’s flushed skin, and then Richa whisper “The thought of fucking him in front of you…is such a turn on for me…I want you to watch him fill me with his cum…”

 

And then Richa sat up and arched her back. Her hair spilling over her shoulders, Shubhangi could see the fullness of Richa’s breasts in the morning sunlight; the hardness of Richa’s nipples; the flatness of Richa’s perfect stomach and the wetness of Richa’s pussy where it met her own body. Richa’s left hand found her left breast and she tweeked her hard nipple and shuddered. Her right hand moved down her body to her clitoris. Richa arched her back as she masturbated; Shubhangi could feel the speed and urgency of Richa’s fingers against her pussy as she watched Richa pleasure herself.

 

Richa came very fast and very hard whispering “Oh God…of fuck…mmmm…” over and over again as if in a chant. And as Richa came she thrust two fingers into herself and held them there as her body slumped forward against Shubhangi. Shubhangi held Richa’s quivering body as Richa’s pussy clenched against her fingers as the orgasm shivered through her. Shubhangi could tell it was a really good one. After a moment Richa relaxed and slowly raised her head and looked at Shubhangi and said “That was amazing…” and kissed Shubhangi on the lips.

 

Shubhangi smiled at Richa and said “It seemed like it…”

 

Richa said “Actually…I think that is the hardest…I’ve ever come…I’ve never done that in front of someone before…”

 

“You were very sexy…” Shubhangi smiled and said. Richa’s face flushed again, but this time not with excitement. Shubhangi waited for Richa to speak.

 

“Do you do that in front of Shakti?” Richa asked in a nervous voice.

 

“Yeah…sometimes…it can be a big turn on…why are you so embarrassed about masturbating? You seemed to be really into it…” Shubhangi said.

 

“Well…it’s kind of embarrassing…but a few years ago…mom kind of walked in on me in my room…” Richa flushed even more red and replied.

 

Shubhangi smiled imagining the awkward scene. “What happened?”

 

Richa grinned nervously and said “She screamed…ran down the stairs…later…I got the talk…”

 

Shubhangi laughed out loud imagining Meera running from Richa’s room and said “Honey… every parent mortifies their kid about sex…it’s kind of a right of passage…but masturbation is pretty common…I think about 99% of all people do it…and 1% lie…”

 

“Yeah…mom told that…I shouldn’t be embarrassed…but should start locking the door…but ever since then…I’ve always felt it was kind of a secret thing…” Richa laughed and said.

 

“Well…it’s a private thing…if not secret…” Shubhangi said.

 

“Well…ever since it has been such a turn on for me…to imagine someone seeing me…get myself off…and doing it in front of you was absolutely amazing…” Richa said.

 

Shubhangi laughed and said “Glad…I could be here for you…”

 

Richa leaned in and said ‘me too’ and kissed Shubhangi softly using her tongue to brush Shubhangi’s lips. Shubhangi own body was screaming for release, her pussy was on fire; Richa’s body, the visual of Richa’s masturbation show, and the smell of Richa’s orgasm all combined to bring every nerve of Shubhangi’s body into a state of arousal.

 

“Honey…I need to cum…you can watch me masturbate now…” Shubhangi said.

 

Richa didn’t move off of Shubhangi but continued to lick Shubhangi’s lips gently and between licks said “I don’t think so…” Shubhangi’s body burned for release and Richa mouth moved to Shubhangi’s chin. Richa’s soft, velvety tongue trailed lower to Shubhangi’s hardened nipples that hardened more to Richa’s touch. Shubhangi felt Richa’s breath and mouth exquisite and her pussy tingled and dripped with her own wetness. Richa’s tongue moved lower across Shubhangi’s belly still shiny and wet from her orgasm.

 

Richa tasted herself off of Shubhangi’s body and said “You got to watch me give head…so now…I think you get to enjoy me giving head…” Richa cocked her head and said “But…with girls it’s called face isn’t it?”

 

Shubhangi nodded as Richa tongue flicked her belly button and then trailed lower. Shubhangi wanted Richa’s mouth on her clit.

 

“Enjoy some face Aunt Shu…” Richa said as her mouth finally fulfilled Shubhangi’s desire.

 

‘My God she has been practicing’ was Shubhangi’s last coherent thought as Richa’s tongue pushed Shubhangi over the edge and into the abyss of sexual release.

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