08-11-2018, 02:30 AM
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What?" Anitya asked uncomprehending.
"Go to the bar over there. I'll sit some place and watch."
"You're kidding?" Anitya said, giving him a "what the fuck" look.
Sumit grinned. "No, come on, I want to see for myself."
Anitya didn't like his presumptuous attitude, and felt he was making fun of her. "Well, maybe I don't want to," she said testily.
"Why not?" Sumit asked challengingly. He didn't know why, but he felt bothered and angry. "Does it only work when you're dressed like a cheap whore, like that time I saw you with a guy's hand up your skirt?" He knew it was a cheap shot, and regretted it as soon as he said it, but his anger still burned so hot he didn't apologize.
Anitya's face went from shock, to hurt, to anger. "Fine," she said coldly. She held out her hand. "Can I have my lipstick please?" Sumit reached into his pocket and handled the small tube to her. She fixed her lipstick, Sumit's cock growing as he watched her purse her lips. He took out her credit card so she'd be able to pay the cover and buy drinks, but she said without emotion, "I won't need that." Without saying another word Anitya got up and went into the bar. He saw the bouncer look her up and down and wave her in, not asking for the cover charge.
Sumit gave her a minute and then followed her into the bar, paying the cover. The bar was crowded and smoky. He took a seat at a table a couple of rows away from the bar. He had a clear view of Anitya. It didn't take long before men began approaching her. She politely sent them away until a handsome dark haired man approached. She let him buy her a drink, and soon was talking and laughing with him. He offered her a cigarette, and she accepted. Sumit was surprised, he didn't know Anitya smoked, but then sometimes he had one or two in bars.
Sumit watched as the man touched her as they spoke, first on her arm and hand. Then he touched her knee briefly. Anitya didn't touch him back, but she didn't stop him from touching her or pull away. Finally the man put his palm on her knee and left it there. Sumit watched as he began caressing her knee, moving slowly up her thigh. Still Anitya didn't stop him. Finally when the man was an inch or so from her skirt, Anitya said something to him. The man looked disappointed and tried to change her mind, but eventually he stood up and left. Sumit saw the man had a disappointed look on his face and a tent in his pants.
The man hadn't been gone long enough for his stool to cool before another man took his place. Sumit saw the process repeat, Anitya letting the man buy her a drink, touch her up to a point, and then sending him away. He saw this happen again and again, and from the look of the crowd other men were getting ready for their chance with the beautiful lady. Each time it happened Sumit got angrier and more bothered.
Finally enough was enough. After the latest man left he quickly approached. "Come on, I'll take you home," he said anger and annoyance in his voice.
"Go to the bar over there. I'll sit some place and watch."
"You're kidding?" Anitya said, giving him a "what the fuck" look.
Sumit grinned. "No, come on, I want to see for myself."
Anitya didn't like his presumptuous attitude, and felt he was making fun of her. "Well, maybe I don't want to," she said testily.
"Why not?" Sumit asked challengingly. He didn't know why, but he felt bothered and angry. "Does it only work when you're dressed like a cheap whore, like that time I saw you with a guy's hand up your skirt?" He knew it was a cheap shot, and regretted it as soon as he said it, but his anger still burned so hot he didn't apologize.
Anitya's face went from shock, to hurt, to anger. "Fine," she said coldly. She held out her hand. "Can I have my lipstick please?" Sumit reached into his pocket and handled the small tube to her. She fixed her lipstick, Sumit's cock growing as he watched her purse her lips. He took out her credit card so she'd be able to pay the cover and buy drinks, but she said without emotion, "I won't need that." Without saying another word Anitya got up and went into the bar. He saw the bouncer look her up and down and wave her in, not asking for the cover charge.
Sumit gave her a minute and then followed her into the bar, paying the cover. The bar was crowded and smoky. He took a seat at a table a couple of rows away from the bar. He had a clear view of Anitya. It didn't take long before men began approaching her. She politely sent them away until a handsome dark haired man approached. She let him buy her a drink, and soon was talking and laughing with him. He offered her a cigarette, and she accepted. Sumit was surprised, he didn't know Anitya smoked, but then sometimes he had one or two in bars.
Sumit watched as the man touched her as they spoke, first on her arm and hand. Then he touched her knee briefly. Anitya didn't touch him back, but she didn't stop him from touching her or pull away. Finally the man put his palm on her knee and left it there. Sumit watched as he began caressing her knee, moving slowly up her thigh. Still Anitya didn't stop him. Finally when the man was an inch or so from her skirt, Anitya said something to him. The man looked disappointed and tried to change her mind, but eventually he stood up and left. Sumit saw the man had a disappointed look on his face and a tent in his pants.
The man hadn't been gone long enough for his stool to cool before another man took his place. Sumit saw the process repeat, Anitya letting the man buy her a drink, touch her up to a point, and then sending him away. He saw this happen again and again, and from the look of the crowd other men were getting ready for their chance with the beautiful lady. Each time it happened Sumit got angrier and more bothered.
Finally enough was enough. After the latest man left he quickly approached. "Come on, I'll take you home," he said anger and annoyance in his voice.
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