Update 12
Chandu: (whispering) I know what you are trying to do Supriya, don’t try these dumb tricks on me….
Me: What?
Chandu: Someone might see us; give me your mobile number I will call you in 5 minutes….
I was baffled by his response, I whispered back my number, Once I got up, he moved away quickly and sat back where he was sitting before and lit up another bidi, behaving as if nothing happened, I turned back home, reached back in my room and locked it. I never felt so stupid in my life. I never thought a low-class man like Chandu could just brush me off… I waited for 20 minutes before I heard my phone ring. I answered the call….
Chandu: Its me Chandu….
Me: Yes
Chandu: What exactly do you want? I have been seeing you since morning, trying to seduce me with your body. And now you tried that falling down stunt. I maybe poor and uneducated, but I am not stupid. What do you want from me….
Me: (stammering) nothing Chandu
Chandu: Listen beti, better spill it out or I will tell your father.
Me: No No please don’t tell my dad (I pleaded with him) Actually…ahem…I don’t know how to say this…. I like you Chandu
Chandu: (Silent)
Me: I really do Chandu, I want to be friends with you
Chandu: (still silent)
Me: Hello? Can you hear me?
Chandu: Yes, I heard you. So, you want to sleep with me, right?
Me: What? (shocked by his bluntness) yes (I whispered back)
Chandu: Why should I risk losing my job and a place to stay for you….
Me: Please Chandu. I will tell no one, your job will be safe….
Chandu: I need to think whether you are worth the risk….
Me: Please, I am sure I can make you happy….
Chandu: Lets see…. walk to your balcony now…
I quickly walked to the balcony and saw he him sitting in the ground near the gate, smoking and watching me up.
Chandu: Let me see how much you like me…. pull up your tshirt…now beti….
Me: What? Are you nuts? Anyone could see me…. I can’t…
Chandu: Fine, if you don’t, I will hang up…
Me: (checking if someone was watching, I took a step back and pulled up my tshirt exposing my big boobs covered with my flimsy bra.) okay?
Chandu: (growled) Pull up your stupid bra too, beti….
Me: (I pulled up my bra too, exposing my naked boobs to the world, feeling humiliated yet aroused) now, okay?
Chandu: Yeah, you have great boobs, beti…. I want to see your naked ass now…..
Me: (I turned around, pulled down my panties and pulled up my skirt, showing the low class ugly old sweeper my virgin ass.) now, okay?
Chandu: Yummy ass beti, would be fun fucking you doggy style…. okay pull up your skirt and listen to my instructions carefully…. (I saw light up another bidi) I am a difficult man to please. I want you to come to my room secretly tonight. I want you to be dressed in sexy clothes. I also need you to go to Shakoor basti and buy me some kebabs from Abdul’s Kebab shop. I also want you to go to the slum near your college, there is shop called Kutty’s Bar there, buy 2 bottles of desi daru. And lastly, I want you to buy some condoms, unless you want me make you pregnant with my baby. (laughs)
Me: (Feeling humiliated) Yes, I will.
Chandu: I want you in my room by 9.30pm, how you get there is your problem. Understood?
Me: Yes Sir
Chandu: Good, see you tonight.
As Supriya walked back to to her bed, she was shaking with humiliation, fear and lust. She couldn’t believe herself that she actually flashed her naked boobs and ass in the balcony for Chandu and the entire world There was something in his voice which made her pussy wet, his no-nonsense attitude, his authorative way of talking seemed to make her more aroused.
As I lying down on the bed, I kept thinking why did I call him sir? He is just a low-class sweeper of our building. No idea why I said that. His deep voice is so sexy, his well-built body and his hairy body…. Mmmmmmmm wow…. I wonder how big his cock would be…. I pulled my panties down and spread my legs. I started rubbing my hand on my wet shaved pussy and my other hand caressing my heaving breasts thinking about Chandu and his hairy old body. My hands increased its tempo and force, I was gyrating my hips on the bed like a horny bitch, moaning in pleasure till I had the most intense orgasm. I fell asleep with my panties still down on my knees and skirt pulled up, I woke up on hearing my mom banging my door. I quickly tidied myself and opened the door and found mom yelling at me…
Mom: What happened? Sleeping at an odd hour? Don’t you want to eat your lunch? It’s 2.45pm.
Me: Sorry mom, didn’t realize when I fell asleep. I will have my lunch right away.
As mom was serving my lunch, I said….
Me: Mom, I going out this evening. There is a Christmas party at Janet’s house. I will be back home late.
Mom: Janet? Who is she?
Me: She is my classmate; all my friends will be there.
Mom: How will come back home so late?
Me: Don’t worry mom, chill. My friends will drop me till our doorsteps. Do not stay up awake for me, I have my keys.
Mom: Take care of yourself and call me if you want me to pick you up….
Me: I don’t think that would be necessary, mom. My friends will drop me, most of them stay close by.
Mom: Okay.
After lunch I went back to my room, trying to recollect Chandu’s instructions. He said get kebabs from Abdul’s shop at Shakoor basti…. my God. I never went to that part of town; I knew that area and most girls avoid going there. How am I going to do that? And I have to go that slums colony near my college too for booze, what was the shop’s name? Yeah, Kutty Bar. Gosh, I never in my wildest dreams ever imagined myself going to places like that and now I have to go there to buy Kebabs and booze. Damn.
Since I had some spare time, I switched on my lappy to check my emails and social media accounts. Strangely I wondered, my Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc which were my addiction till a week back, now seemed so unimportant. I replied to a few messages, wished a few friends for Christmas and switched off my lappy. I checked my watch, it was almost 6pm. I told my mom I am going out to buy a few things for the party and I would be back in some time.
Shakoor basti was about a 20-minute walk from my place, soon I entered the area. It was a busy place since it was a holiday and evening time. The place was full of narrow lanes and bylanes with shops and hawkers all over. I soon realized I made a mistake coming here wearing a mini skirt. Most of the women were covered in veil. Though some girls weren’t wearing veil, they were decently dressed in salwar kameez and had their heads covered with a scarf. I started feeling conscious about my clothes, a small mini skirt and a sleeveless top with a deep plunging neckline. I tried pulling up my neckline in order to hide my slight cleavage but in vain. Most of men were openly leering at me, some passing lewd comments. I noticed that the women were looking at me with sheer disdain and were angrily glancing at my inappropriate clothing.
The entire place looked like a maze I just could not locate Abdul’s Kebab shop, though I found many shops and street vendors selling kebabs. Finally, I asked a roadside panwala where I could find Abdul’s Kebab shop. Luckily, he knew the place and gave me directions while opening ogling at my cleavage. I loved the way that old ugly panwala was looking at my chest. Feeling proud of myself and my boobs, I purposely went closer to him to reconfirm the directions he gave me. My cleavage was just inches away from his pan-stained ugly mouth. After giving him a good look at my boobs, I left for the directions. I turned back I saw him open mouthed watching my swaying ass, I smiled at him and walked away. I was really enjoying the attention I was getting here, especially from the older men with long grey beards. I had an extra spring in my walk, feeling like a star walking on the red carpet.
Soon I reached the place I was looking for, a small shack with a broken-down sign post. An old man wearing just a ganji (vest), chewing a pan and sweating was behind the hot tandoor. There were different kinds of kebabs hanging on the skewers on top of the tandoor. There were few men standing outside the stall eating the kebabs. I walked up to that man and asked for the menu card. He looked at me with disbelief and laughed loudly showing his red pan-stained teeth, he looked at me from top to bottom, getting an eyeful of my bare legs and my cleavage and rattled off names of the kebabs. I placed an order for few kebabs and asked him to pack it up for me. As he was preparing my order, he was shamelessly ogling at me, and honestly, I didn’t mind his dirty looks, in fact I was enjoying myself.
Just then 2 older men reached the stall and stood very close to me, I could smell their ittar (a strong perfume). Both of them had long beard and were wearing a skull cap,
Man1: Salaam Abdul Bhai (Greetings)
Abdul: Walekum assalaam Basheer Bhai, Salaam Rizwan bhai (man2)
Basheer: Kya baat hai (looking at me) kya mast leg piece hai… (what a nice piece of meat)
Abdul: Pack karke le jao ghar par (laughing) (should I pack her up for you)
Rizwan: (laughing) bahut dinon baad aisi mast tagdi kebab dekh raha hamare basti me… (good to see a juicy piece of meat in our area after ages)
All three start laughing. I could understand their double meaning talks, I felt humiliated hearing such cheap language, but I kept quiet. Then Abdul asked me how I knew about this shop, while packing up my order. I replied a friend suggested this shop. He asked who, to which I replied Chandu. He looked at me again with disbelief.
He handed over my packed order in a huge plastic bag and I paid him for the food.
While I was leaving, he said, give my regards to Chandu bhai. He always had great taste of women. I wonder how he manages to find so many pretty girls.
While walking out of the basti (area) I kept thinking what was he talking about when he said Chandu finds so many girls.
Since I was getting late, I caught an auto and drove towards my college. Next destination was Kutty Bar. Surprisingly my visit to Shakoor basti was quite pleasant, even the humiliation fueled my arousal. I kind of liked the place. Maybe I will visit this place again soon. I felt my nipple hardening thinking about Abdul, Basheer and Rizwan. I looked at my watch, it was 7.30pm. I soon reached the slums and started searching for the bar….
Meanwhile Chandu reached back home early as he had finished his work early. Once he reached home, he picked up his phone and called someone and said “Yeah the young bitch is coming at 9.30pm tonight….”, after hearing what the person on the phone said he started laughing loudly. Chandu replied “yeah right, first let’s handle the young bitch and then think about her sexy hot mother Nandita….” laughing he hung up the phone….
To be continued....