This story has has been taken from an erotic masterpiece by a superior writer on a different platform and adapted to an Indian context. All credits go to the original author, who I shall name at the end of the story. Hope I am able to do justice to the actual story. Let me know your feedback in the comments. This is a story with a slow buildup so if you’re looking for quick and frequent sex scenes, then you would be better off reading the works of some other good authors on this forum.
Chapter 1: The Introduction
I was surprised for a second. It’s not everyday that you find Mr. Pereira, the MD of my consultancy firm standing by your desk. It’s even rarer to see him standing there with a hint of a nervous look on his face.
“Sai, one Mr. Shinde will be contacting you for some help on setting up a new business structure. Please consider him as a priority customer and do your best for him. Also, please keep an open mind while dealing with him.”, he said, shifting his eyes between the items and avoiding eye contact with me.
But the last sentence had certainly piqued my curiosity. “Sure, Mr. Pereira. Is there anything in specific that I should know about him or the situation?”
“Maybe you should meet him first. We can discuss the specifics later.”
“Sure, Sir”, I said as he walked away.
Several days went by and I kept waiting for the call from Mr. Shinde, growing anxious that he hadn’t called. I was excited that the MD had directly given me an assignment like this and given me a great opportunity to prove myself on a case that seemed to be a delicate one. I started to suspect that maybe Mr. Pereira had shifted the assignment to a more senior member of the organisation. It wouldn't be unusual since I wasn’t so high on the corporate ladder and maybe Mr. Pereira thought that someone more experienced would be better suited to handle a case like this one that seemed to be a delicate one. But still, at least Mr. Pereira should have told me about shifting the case.
My fears were allayed one afternoon when my phone suddenly rang and Trucaller identified the number as “Shinde Dada”. I quickly accepted the call.
“So you’re the guy who will set up my new businesses”, said the deep, growling voice on the other end. No hi, no hello….straight to the point. Call me prejudiced but from the way he spoke, I could make out that he wasn’t a very educated person.
“Yes, Mr. Shinde...I was told that you would call me and I should help you out.”
“Hmm...so when do you want to start?” he asked, as if I was the one who had kept him waiting.
“Sir, it would be best if we met and discussed your needs, so that I can give you the best service”, I suggested.
“Ok. Come here tomorrow at 2 PM. You know the address?” Again, I noticed that his statements seemed like a command more than a request. Clearly he wasn’t a polished businessman.
“No, Sir...but I’ll be there. Can you Whatsapp me the location?”
“Crawford Road dead end. Come to the building with the green door and just knock.”, he replied, clearly in a mood to end the conversation.
“Sure, Sir.”, I said as he disconnected the call.
Since I had been in the city for just a year and didn’t know many of the places, I looked up the address on Google. It seemed to be a place in an old, run down industrial part of town, a place where people like me would not frequent too often. Getting some odd clients was nothing new in my line of work but even Mr. Pereira seemed to be a bit nervous about this one, so I was definitely interested to see what was in store for me.
My firm was one of the leading firms in our sector with a good reputation in the industry. Landing a job here was not an easy task and it was even more difficult to get into an executive position, so I was excited to work directly with the MD and advance my career in the organization.
The next day, I left my office at exactly 12.30 PM and by 1.45, I was already close to the location. The area was even seedier than I expected, with many old run down buildings and dirty streets. I finally reached at the end of Crawford Road and parked my car by the roadside. I was a bit nervous about leaving it there since my fairly new car seemed so out of place in that locality, next to the old Maruti Zens, Daewoo Matiz and jeeps parked there. I walked over to the old building with the green, rusted door and knocked on it. Almost a minute passed before the door was opened by a middle aged obese lady.
She looked at me suspiciously before saying “You the business person?”
Assuming that she meant consultant, I explained to her that I had a 2 PM appointment with Mr. Shinde.
“Shinde Dada is on the third floor, room with wooden door. Lift is that side”, she said, pointing to a corner.
I reached the third floor and knocked on the only room with a wooden door.
“Mr. Shinde?”
“Come in”, replied the same deep growling voice that I heard over the phone.
I entered the room and saw “Shinde Dada” sitting behind a large wooden desk in a rather empty room. There was a couch to one side of the room and a large steel shelf behind him. I also noticed a TV that showed different images from CCTV cameras placed at different places in the room, including one that was just outside the room and at the entrance of the building. He had seen me coming.
“Mr. Shinde, I’m Sai Gopal”, I said, extending my hand out in greeting.
He folded his hands in a Namaste instead and pointed me to sit on the chair opposite his desk. Looking at him, my suspicions that he wasn’t a very polished person were confirmed. He was a large, almost bald man in his late fifties with a pot belly and a big beard, dressed in a grey kurta, with the top buttons open revealing a hairy chest. I could also see a large gold chain around his thick neck, two thick rings around his fingers, and a diamond stud on one of his ears. Overall, he almost seemed like the caricature of someone who wasn’t exactly doing “legal” work. This, combined with Mr. Pereira’s reaction when telling me about this assignment, had given me a few ideas about what exactly Shinde Dada’s line of work was. But I was interested in learning about it from Shinde Dada himself.
“So, Mr. Shinde, how can I help?”
“Call me Shinde Dada...everyone here calls me that. How long have you been in this job?
“Three years, Sir…sorry, I mean, Dada.”
“Married? Kids?” he continued in his rough voice.
“Married but no kids.”, I replied, wondering where this conversation was going.
“No kids? Arranged marriage? How long have you been married?”
“Sir, it was a love marriage only. We know each other since college but we got married two and half years ago only. We are not planning right now for kids, sir.”
“Better to make kids early...otherwise how will you show your manliness, ha?”, he remarked with a grin that seemed almost sinister. I was getting a little annoyed at his unwarranted advice and unnecessary line of questioning but I had to keep a smile on my face as I really wanted to do a good job on this assignment.
“Anyway, Sai….I always like to know a bit more about the people that I work with.”
“Seems reasonable.” I replied, not knowing what else to say.
Shinde dada picked up the intercom on his desk and said, “Shanta, bring us two beers.”
“Dada, I am working dada so I can’t drink. Plus I have to drive back home.”
“Arey don't worry so much. There is nothing better than having a chilled beer on a hot day like today. One beer won’t make you a bad driver also.”
I recognised that resisting his offer for a beer was futile so I decided to go with the flow. A few minutes later, we were sitting with cold bottled beers that was handed to us by Shanta, the obese middle aged lady who had opened the gate for me earlier.
Shinde dada continued the conversation, “Hann, so tell me...what do you want to know about me? I am sure you must have questions for me too. Did your boss tell you anything about me?”
“No dada, he said that we will discuss after I meet you. I guess it would be good for me to know about your work and your requirements.”
“Hmm ok. You see, Sai, I am a businessman. I provide certain services for the community. Now, not all of these services are considered to be proper by the uptight chutiyas of society, so I have to keep a low profile. Other than this, I also have competitors in the business who really don't want to see me succeed like I have. I have to deal with those people also. Are you following me?”, he explained, slowly sipping his beer in between.
“Not completely, dada. Maybe it would be better if you went into details,” I replied, taking out my notepad.
“No no, no notes Sai. Everything between you and me has to be verbal. Understand?”
“Ok.”
“Good…so as I was explaining, where I need your help is in bringing about a change.”
“Change?”, I replied.
“Yes...I want to change my business from what I am doing now to something more respectable. Most people in my line of work either haven’t been doing it for as long as I have, or they are in jail or they are dead. I don't want to end up like that so I need your help in making some changes.”
“Ok”, I said as I felt my mouth getting dry despite the beer.
“What kind of business do you want to get into,” I asked, putting off the discussion about what his current link of work was.
“Investments, real estate”, he replied, smiling.
For a moment, I thought that this was a prank set up by the people at the firm, maybe like a rite of passage. But then I realised that Shinde Baba was indeed serious and also that if they had to set up a rite of passage, they wouldn’t do it after three fucking years of being at the firm.
“Sure, dada. I can help with that. We can set up some businesses that can make investments in these sectors. I’ll discuss with my boss and start the paperwork.”
“Good...but before you start working with me, Sai, there is one thing I would like you to know”, he said, sipping the last of his beer.
“What’s that”, I asked
“Don't ever betray my trust”, he answered while gazing at me in a way that scared the living hell out of me.
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The next day, I was sitting in Mr. Pereira’s fancy corner office, watching him stare out of his large office window. Usually, I wouldn’t have got an appointment to meet him at such short notice, but in this case, his secretary had left a post it note at my desk to meet him first thing in the morning.
As a distinguished gentleman in his 60s dressed in the most expensive formalwear, Mr. Pereira certainly didn’t seem like the type who would want to work with people like Shinde Baba.
Still staring out of the window, Pereira said, “Sai, sometimes in this profession we have to do things that don't seem to be right. I know that at times like this, we question our morals and ethics. But we have to realise that the world is not black and white and sometimes we have to cross boundaries to keep ourselves safe. So you understand what I am saying?”
“I think I do, Sir. My question is why does the firm as a whole feel like it has to work with people like Shinde Dada.”
“Good question, Sai. I’ll explain. Shinde Dada has certain businesses that are frequented by politicians and business leaders and so he has good connections. He has also helped these people with some of their things from time to time. So everyone in this circle feels that it would be better for him to transition to something more legitimate. So by helping Shinde Dada, you would be indirectly helping some extremely powerful people in our community.
“Sir, why did you choose me for this assignment?”
“Another good question, Sai. We felt that at your experience level, you would be the least judgemental about taking this up.”
“...and that's a good thing?” I asked
“In this case, yes and the company will not forget your contributions. In fact, most senior members in the company have carried out similar assignments for other powerful people so you will definitely have something in common with them as well.”
“Ok, I’ll try my best Mr Pereira.”
Though this was an awkward conversation, it gave me a lot of insight into how the politics at the higher levels of my organization worked.
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My wife Rekha immediately noticed that something was off when I got home. She was not aware of the meeting with Shinde Dada as I wasn’t sure if I should tell her until I had my meeting with Mr. Pereira. Also, I wasn’t sure how comfortable she would be about me working an assignment that wasn’t ethical.
“Are you working on some tough assignment? You seem a little distant ever since you walked in”, she asked.
“Oh..is it that obvious? Nevermind, I’ll tell you after dinner”, I said.
Rekha and I met in college while we were pursuing our respective Bachelor’s degrees. After we graduated, she took up a job in technical writing that allowed her a lot of flexibility in her work schedule. She used the time to really take care of herself. After all, she was a really beautiful woman with just the perfect height and a slender set of legs paired with a really soft yet thick ass. But of course her sexiness also shows in her beautiful full breasts and luscious lips that I love to kiss.
As we sat on the couch after dinner, she brought up the topic of my distress yet again. I was a bit confused about where to start so I just told her everything in chronological order. She listened quietly, interrupting me very rarely to clarify some doubts.
At the end of the explanation I asked, “So what do you think?”
“I think that you might end up in jail”, she replied.
“What? Why?”
“Jaanu, it seems like you are helping someone launder the money from their illegal businesses through a legitimate business. Your firm is making you a scapegoat so that if something goes wrong then they can just put the blame on you”
“You think I should tell them that I won’t work on this? They may just throw me out”
“Ya, but being jobless is better than being in jail”, she retorted
We kept discussing the pros and cons of leaving this assignment and the discussion ended with us deciding that I would decline to work on this assignment.
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The next day, as I reached my desk, I found a post it note from Mr. Pereira’s secretary asking me to come to his cabin. I went to the executive floor and as I once again stepped into the plush office of Mr. Pereira, I was surprised to see one more senior executive in the room - Mr. Daruwala, one of our board members.
“Good morning, Mr. Daruwala. I didn’t realise that you would be here.”
“Ah, good to see you, Sai. Pereira and I were just discussing about you. Our meeting just got over and I was just about to leave, come with me in the lift and we will have a short chat.”
A few minutes later, I was alone in the lift with Mr. Daruwala.
“Sai, I understand that you are helping us with a very important assignment. I just want to let you know that we are very appreciative of your work and that we really value your work on this assignment. Your contribution will definitely be rewarded well so make sure you do a good job.”
“Yes...uhh...thank you, Sir.” I stammered, unsure of what to say.
That night, I went home to Rekha with a dejected look on my face. Once again she noticed it the moment I walked in the door.
“You didn’t decline, right?”
I told all about my conversation with Mr. Daruwala and how I felt that this was an unique opportunity for me. At the end of it, she just sighed and said, “Fine, if you want to do it, I’ll always support you. But remember, you have to be very careful. I don't want to lose you.
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The next day, I went into the office and prepared all the necessary documentation for Shinde Dada. I tried calling him to fix another meeting to go over the paperwork but he wasn’t responding at all. It was finally at 7PM that he called back, just as I was about to leave the office.
“Dada, I have the papers ready and wanted to explain it all to you. Can we meet sometime tomorrow?”
“Good...be here in 1.5 hours.”
“Oh, I was just about to leave the office and go home. If you don’t mind, can we meet tomorrow?” I requested.
“No, today is better for me. Come over quick.” he commanded.
“Oh….ok, I’ll be there.” I replied, angry at myself for not being more assertive.
One and half hours later, I was in Shinde Dada’s office, going over the papers and filling in the missing information. I finished it all quickly and was finally gathering all the papers to leave.
“Why don’t you come with me and take a look at my businesses?”, said Shinde Dada out of the blue.
“Dada, some other time maybe….my wife will be waiting at home for me.” I replied, hoping to be excused
“Just call her and tell her you will be late.”, he said, glaring at me, expecting me to make the call immediately.
I realised that arguing with him was futile so I just dropped a message to my wife mentioning that I would be home late. She must have sensed where I was because I immediately got a reply - “Be careful, Jaanu”
Shinde Baba asked me to walk along with him to the garage of the building where I saw two large shiny bacl SUVs parked. We got into one of them and he drove me towards the city for 20 mins till we reached a residential area. He parked outside a standalone building and we walked in together to the first floor. It looked like a makeshift salon where another middle aged lady was sitting behind a desk answering some calls. Next to the desk was a couch where four northeastern girls dressed in sexy but acceptable dresses.
“How’s business going tonight?”, Shinde Dada asked the middle aged lady.
“It’s going ok ok.”
I waited there till Shinde Dada took somes notes from a schedule planner and the woman answered a call for an appointment for booking a girl. Clearly these girls were prostitutes managed by Shinde Dada. The girls looked rather bored and were either chatting among themselves or looking into their phones the whole time.
Finally, Shinde Dada said that it’s time to go and took me back to his car. We kept driving for some time while he explained some of his business.
“This escort service is really a complex business. You can’t always depend on these girls and there are a lot of expenses, especially in paying off the local cops, politicians etc. But over time I have figured out a way to keep it profitable.
Soon we reached a very upscale building that towered above the city. It must have at least 30 floors. We made our way through the posh lobby and took the lift to the 28th floor.
As we got out of the lift, I saw that this floor had its own lobby of sorts.
“I own all the top 3 floors of this building. So I have each floor converted to a single huge flat with multiple rooms….sort of like a 3 storied building above a building”, Shinde explained with a proud tone in his voice.
It was definitely a plush apartment with a private bar and many rooms to one side and a stair that led to the next floors. I could even see a jacuzzi on the balcony where a few men were relaxing along with some scantily clad women. We made our way to the bar where Shinde made a drink for me and one for himself. I noticed a really beautiful lady coming out of one of the rooms and as soon as she saw us, she smiled and came towards us. She really looked like a model and I wondered how she had got into this business.
“Dada, you’re here. You’re just in time for today’s selection time. We have a small group from an investment bank joining us today and it's all booked for them. The rooms are all booked for them”, she said in a chirpy voice.
“Good that you told me this, Ankita. I was beginning to wonder why the place was looking so empty. I thought maybe that we were going out of business”, Shinde casually replied.
“No no...the day we go out of business will be the day everyone becomes a saint and gives up on sex. You just wait here and observe. Also, who is your friend? Will he also be joining the proceedings today?”, she said, giving me a smile.
“He will also be observing with me. You guys carry on.”
Soon, the lift doors opened and a group of 20 or so smartly dressed men of different age groups from 30s to 60s exited the lift. They all had different coloured bands on their hands and they all seemed to be a bit drunk and noisy. Clearly these were the investment bankers that Ankita was talking about. Ankita was asking them to settle down on the large sofas, assuring them that the girls would be out shortly.
In a few minutes, one of the doors opened and three groups of girls with different coloured bands on their hands walked out. Most girls had a white band on their hand. Few of them had a red band and only about 5 of them had golden bands on their hands. All of them looked really sexy and beautiful but I noticed that the girls with golden bands on their hands were exceptionally beautiful. They could easily have been actresses if they wanted to. The girls were dressed in different kinds of sexy clothing and looked really beautiful. Soon, the men started laughing and choosing some girls for themselves.
“This is my second most lucrative business. High class escorts are aspirational and even for junior employees in big firms, they hope to sleep with such girls at least once. So what better team bonding session can there be when your boss pays for such fuck sessions?”, Shinde explained with a sinister smile on his face.
It was surreal to see all these girls and see that a rowdy, uneducated looking guy like Shinde could be the owner and the brains behind such an operation with such beautiful girls. How had he managed to get such beautiful girls to work for him? Also, what did those bands mean?
“Let me tell you about the bands”, Shinde said, almost as if he had read my mind.
“The white bands are for the girls that cost comparatively less since they might not do everything in bed. So the juniors can only choose from these girls. You must have seen them also wearing white bands. The red ones are slightly more expensive and a bit more freaky in bed, maybe suited for middle management. The golden ones are the most beautiful and the most open minded girls….they do all sorts of stuff and are therefore very expensive...only the senior management can afford them.”
I was listening to Shinde but I was also distracted by one of the golden band girls. A dark haired girl with a great figure, dressed to seduce. But the reason that I was so distracted was that she looked so similar to Rekha! As she sat on the lap of one of the senior bankers, I almost mistook her for Rekha.
“You seem to have taken an interest in Tanya”, Shinde said, noticing me gazing at her. Before I could say anything, he clapped his hand and signalled Tanya to come over to the bar. Tanya excused herself from the banker, who looked annoyed at having his girl taken away from him. As she came over, I started to notice what she was wearing - a black miniskirt and a shiny low cut top, paired with a pair of glittery high heels that gave a certain grace to her walk. I started to feel myself getting erect as I imagined Rekha in the same attire. It wasn’t difficult to do so as Tanya definitely had a similar figure.
“Tanya, show my friend your boobs,” Shinde said as Tanya reached near us.
I was surprised with how casually he said it, but Tanya just smiled seductively at me and without a word, she pulled down her top to show me her gorgeous tits. Damn, even her boobs look like Rekha’s, I thought.
“You want her for a while, Sai? I’ll give her for free because I kind of like you.”, Shinde offered. For a moment I actually considered it.
“No, Dada...you’re really generous but I can’t”, I replied with my eyed still fixated on Tanya.
“Ok. Baby, go back to your guy”, Shinde said and Tanya went back to the senior exec who looked really happy again. Soon, each guy took their girl and went into one of the rooms on the same floor or on the next floor.
“Let’s have one more drink”, said Shinde, as the floor became almost empty again.
“Dada, its late. I really need to get back home”, I tried reasoning with him.
“One more drink”, he said as he started pouring out of the bottle.
We spent the next hour explaining more things about the business. I took the opportunity to ask him what his most profitable business was but he just brushed it aside saying I’ll show you another day. During our conversation, he brought up the topic of Tanya again, asking if I still wanted, he could get her out and then let me have her for tonight. I kept declining, but he must have sensed that there was a deeper reason that I was mesmerised by her. Soon, our meeting ended and Shinde offered to drive me back to the office so that I could pick up my car.
As we drove back, he asked again, “Are you really sure you don't want to try Tanya?”
“No, no thanks”, I replied laughing.
“You know, nobody would know if you did it with her. Your secret would be safe.”, he offered, still probing the reason for my reluctance.
“No really, I am not not interested”, I replied, trying to sound as convincing as possible.
“I don't believe you. It definitely looked like you were interested.”
“No, Dada, you just misunderstood”
“Misunderstood? How?”, he asked.
“No actually Tanya just reminded me of someone”, I blurted out.
“Reminded you of who?”
“My wife”, I said, as we reached the office garage.
“Oh wow”, Shinde said, laughing, “That would definitely have had a shocking effect on you.”
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As I reached home that night, I found Rekha waiting up for me. She was not happy with me returning late and she got even angrier when she learnt that I had driven home after drinking. SHe gave me a long lecture on the importance of responsibility and drinking and driving and also about not calling her because she was worried. Finally she gave up and went to the bedroom. I was still horny, with the images of Tanya in my mind but when I reached out to caress Rekha in bed, she obviously rejected my advances as she was angry at me.
Over the next few weeks, I started to set up the companies for Shinde Dada and he started to pour his black money into them. He just gave me verbal confirmations of the money coming in and I silently oversaw how the money was being invested into real estate and other projects.
However, even over these few weeks, I could not get the thought of Tanya out of my head. Mostly, it was like seeing my wife dressed in that same slutty outfit that Tanya wore. I wanted to see Rekha’s legs on display and her ass barely covered by that tiny miniskirt. The more I thought about it, the more I felt myself getting turned on and the more I became obsessed with seeing my wife in the same outfit.
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Chapter 1: The Introduction
I was surprised for a second. It’s not everyday that you find Mr. Pereira, the MD of my consultancy firm standing by your desk. It’s even rarer to see him standing there with a hint of a nervous look on his face.
“Sai, one Mr. Shinde will be contacting you for some help on setting up a new business structure. Please consider him as a priority customer and do your best for him. Also, please keep an open mind while dealing with him.”, he said, shifting his eyes between the items and avoiding eye contact with me.
But the last sentence had certainly piqued my curiosity. “Sure, Mr. Pereira. Is there anything in specific that I should know about him or the situation?”
“Maybe you should meet him first. We can discuss the specifics later.”
“Sure, Sir”, I said as he walked away.
Several days went by and I kept waiting for the call from Mr. Shinde, growing anxious that he hadn’t called. I was excited that the MD had directly given me an assignment like this and given me a great opportunity to prove myself on a case that seemed to be a delicate one. I started to suspect that maybe Mr. Pereira had shifted the assignment to a more senior member of the organisation. It wouldn't be unusual since I wasn’t so high on the corporate ladder and maybe Mr. Pereira thought that someone more experienced would be better suited to handle a case like this one that seemed to be a delicate one. But still, at least Mr. Pereira should have told me about shifting the case.
My fears were allayed one afternoon when my phone suddenly rang and Trucaller identified the number as “Shinde Dada”. I quickly accepted the call.
“So you’re the guy who will set up my new businesses”, said the deep, growling voice on the other end. No hi, no hello….straight to the point. Call me prejudiced but from the way he spoke, I could make out that he wasn’t a very educated person.
“Yes, Mr. Shinde...I was told that you would call me and I should help you out.”
“Hmm...so when do you want to start?” he asked, as if I was the one who had kept him waiting.
“Sir, it would be best if we met and discussed your needs, so that I can give you the best service”, I suggested.
“Ok. Come here tomorrow at 2 PM. You know the address?” Again, I noticed that his statements seemed like a command more than a request. Clearly he wasn’t a polished businessman.
“No, Sir...but I’ll be there. Can you Whatsapp me the location?”
“Crawford Road dead end. Come to the building with the green door and just knock.”, he replied, clearly in a mood to end the conversation.
“Sure, Sir.”, I said as he disconnected the call.
Since I had been in the city for just a year and didn’t know many of the places, I looked up the address on Google. It seemed to be a place in an old, run down industrial part of town, a place where people like me would not frequent too often. Getting some odd clients was nothing new in my line of work but even Mr. Pereira seemed to be a bit nervous about this one, so I was definitely interested to see what was in store for me.
My firm was one of the leading firms in our sector with a good reputation in the industry. Landing a job here was not an easy task and it was even more difficult to get into an executive position, so I was excited to work directly with the MD and advance my career in the organization.
The next day, I left my office at exactly 12.30 PM and by 1.45, I was already close to the location. The area was even seedier than I expected, with many old run down buildings and dirty streets. I finally reached at the end of Crawford Road and parked my car by the roadside. I was a bit nervous about leaving it there since my fairly new car seemed so out of place in that locality, next to the old Maruti Zens, Daewoo Matiz and jeeps parked there. I walked over to the old building with the green, rusted door and knocked on it. Almost a minute passed before the door was opened by a middle aged obese lady.
She looked at me suspiciously before saying “You the business person?”
Assuming that she meant consultant, I explained to her that I had a 2 PM appointment with Mr. Shinde.
“Shinde Dada is on the third floor, room with wooden door. Lift is that side”, she said, pointing to a corner.
I reached the third floor and knocked on the only room with a wooden door.
“Mr. Shinde?”
“Come in”, replied the same deep growling voice that I heard over the phone.
I entered the room and saw “Shinde Dada” sitting behind a large wooden desk in a rather empty room. There was a couch to one side of the room and a large steel shelf behind him. I also noticed a TV that showed different images from CCTV cameras placed at different places in the room, including one that was just outside the room and at the entrance of the building. He had seen me coming.
“Mr. Shinde, I’m Sai Gopal”, I said, extending my hand out in greeting.
He folded his hands in a Namaste instead and pointed me to sit on the chair opposite his desk. Looking at him, my suspicions that he wasn’t a very polished person were confirmed. He was a large, almost bald man in his late fifties with a pot belly and a big beard, dressed in a grey kurta, with the top buttons open revealing a hairy chest. I could also see a large gold chain around his thick neck, two thick rings around his fingers, and a diamond stud on one of his ears. Overall, he almost seemed like the caricature of someone who wasn’t exactly doing “legal” work. This, combined with Mr. Pereira’s reaction when telling me about this assignment, had given me a few ideas about what exactly Shinde Dada’s line of work was. But I was interested in learning about it from Shinde Dada himself.
“So, Mr. Shinde, how can I help?”
“Call me Shinde Dada...everyone here calls me that. How long have you been in this job?
“Three years, Sir…sorry, I mean, Dada.”
“Married? Kids?” he continued in his rough voice.
“Married but no kids.”, I replied, wondering where this conversation was going.
“No kids? Arranged marriage? How long have you been married?”
“Sir, it was a love marriage only. We know each other since college but we got married two and half years ago only. We are not planning right now for kids, sir.”
“Better to make kids early...otherwise how will you show your manliness, ha?”, he remarked with a grin that seemed almost sinister. I was getting a little annoyed at his unwarranted advice and unnecessary line of questioning but I had to keep a smile on my face as I really wanted to do a good job on this assignment.
“Anyway, Sai….I always like to know a bit more about the people that I work with.”
“Seems reasonable.” I replied, not knowing what else to say.
Shinde dada picked up the intercom on his desk and said, “Shanta, bring us two beers.”
“Dada, I am working dada so I can’t drink. Plus I have to drive back home.”
“Arey don't worry so much. There is nothing better than having a chilled beer on a hot day like today. One beer won’t make you a bad driver also.”
I recognised that resisting his offer for a beer was futile so I decided to go with the flow. A few minutes later, we were sitting with cold bottled beers that was handed to us by Shanta, the obese middle aged lady who had opened the gate for me earlier.
Shinde dada continued the conversation, “Hann, so tell me...what do you want to know about me? I am sure you must have questions for me too. Did your boss tell you anything about me?”
“No dada, he said that we will discuss after I meet you. I guess it would be good for me to know about your work and your requirements.”
“Hmm ok. You see, Sai, I am a businessman. I provide certain services for the community. Now, not all of these services are considered to be proper by the uptight chutiyas of society, so I have to keep a low profile. Other than this, I also have competitors in the business who really don't want to see me succeed like I have. I have to deal with those people also. Are you following me?”, he explained, slowly sipping his beer in between.
“Not completely, dada. Maybe it would be better if you went into details,” I replied, taking out my notepad.
“No no, no notes Sai. Everything between you and me has to be verbal. Understand?”
“Ok.”
“Good…so as I was explaining, where I need your help is in bringing about a change.”
“Change?”, I replied.
“Yes...I want to change my business from what I am doing now to something more respectable. Most people in my line of work either haven’t been doing it for as long as I have, or they are in jail or they are dead. I don't want to end up like that so I need your help in making some changes.”
“Ok”, I said as I felt my mouth getting dry despite the beer.
“What kind of business do you want to get into,” I asked, putting off the discussion about what his current link of work was.
“Investments, real estate”, he replied, smiling.
For a moment, I thought that this was a prank set up by the people at the firm, maybe like a rite of passage. But then I realised that Shinde Baba was indeed serious and also that if they had to set up a rite of passage, they wouldn’t do it after three fucking years of being at the firm.
“Sure, dada. I can help with that. We can set up some businesses that can make investments in these sectors. I’ll discuss with my boss and start the paperwork.”
“Good...but before you start working with me, Sai, there is one thing I would like you to know”, he said, sipping the last of his beer.
“What’s that”, I asked
“Don't ever betray my trust”, he answered while gazing at me in a way that scared the living hell out of me.
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The next day, I was sitting in Mr. Pereira’s fancy corner office, watching him stare out of his large office window. Usually, I wouldn’t have got an appointment to meet him at such short notice, but in this case, his secretary had left a post it note at my desk to meet him first thing in the morning.
As a distinguished gentleman in his 60s dressed in the most expensive formalwear, Mr. Pereira certainly didn’t seem like the type who would want to work with people like Shinde Baba.
Still staring out of the window, Pereira said, “Sai, sometimes in this profession we have to do things that don't seem to be right. I know that at times like this, we question our morals and ethics. But we have to realise that the world is not black and white and sometimes we have to cross boundaries to keep ourselves safe. So you understand what I am saying?”
“I think I do, Sir. My question is why does the firm as a whole feel like it has to work with people like Shinde Dada.”
“Good question, Sai. I’ll explain. Shinde Dada has certain businesses that are frequented by politicians and business leaders and so he has good connections. He has also helped these people with some of their things from time to time. So everyone in this circle feels that it would be better for him to transition to something more legitimate. So by helping Shinde Dada, you would be indirectly helping some extremely powerful people in our community.
“Sir, why did you choose me for this assignment?”
“Another good question, Sai. We felt that at your experience level, you would be the least judgemental about taking this up.”
“...and that's a good thing?” I asked
“In this case, yes and the company will not forget your contributions. In fact, most senior members in the company have carried out similar assignments for other powerful people so you will definitely have something in common with them as well.”
“Ok, I’ll try my best Mr Pereira.”
Though this was an awkward conversation, it gave me a lot of insight into how the politics at the higher levels of my organization worked.
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My wife Rekha immediately noticed that something was off when I got home. She was not aware of the meeting with Shinde Dada as I wasn’t sure if I should tell her until I had my meeting with Mr. Pereira. Also, I wasn’t sure how comfortable she would be about me working an assignment that wasn’t ethical.
“Are you working on some tough assignment? You seem a little distant ever since you walked in”, she asked.
“Oh..is it that obvious? Nevermind, I’ll tell you after dinner”, I said.
Rekha and I met in college while we were pursuing our respective Bachelor’s degrees. After we graduated, she took up a job in technical writing that allowed her a lot of flexibility in her work schedule. She used the time to really take care of herself. After all, she was a really beautiful woman with just the perfect height and a slender set of legs paired with a really soft yet thick ass. But of course her sexiness also shows in her beautiful full breasts and luscious lips that I love to kiss.
As we sat on the couch after dinner, she brought up the topic of my distress yet again. I was a bit confused about where to start so I just told her everything in chronological order. She listened quietly, interrupting me very rarely to clarify some doubts.
At the end of the explanation I asked, “So what do you think?”
“I think that you might end up in jail”, she replied.
“What? Why?”
“Jaanu, it seems like you are helping someone launder the money from their illegal businesses through a legitimate business. Your firm is making you a scapegoat so that if something goes wrong then they can just put the blame on you”
“You think I should tell them that I won’t work on this? They may just throw me out”
“Ya, but being jobless is better than being in jail”, she retorted
We kept discussing the pros and cons of leaving this assignment and the discussion ended with us deciding that I would decline to work on this assignment.
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The next day, as I reached my desk, I found a post it note from Mr. Pereira’s secretary asking me to come to his cabin. I went to the executive floor and as I once again stepped into the plush office of Mr. Pereira, I was surprised to see one more senior executive in the room - Mr. Daruwala, one of our board members.
“Good morning, Mr. Daruwala. I didn’t realise that you would be here.”
“Ah, good to see you, Sai. Pereira and I were just discussing about you. Our meeting just got over and I was just about to leave, come with me in the lift and we will have a short chat.”
A few minutes later, I was alone in the lift with Mr. Daruwala.
“Sai, I understand that you are helping us with a very important assignment. I just want to let you know that we are very appreciative of your work and that we really value your work on this assignment. Your contribution will definitely be rewarded well so make sure you do a good job.”
“Yes...uhh...thank you, Sir.” I stammered, unsure of what to say.
That night, I went home to Rekha with a dejected look on my face. Once again she noticed it the moment I walked in the door.
“You didn’t decline, right?”
I told all about my conversation with Mr. Daruwala and how I felt that this was an unique opportunity for me. At the end of it, she just sighed and said, “Fine, if you want to do it, I’ll always support you. But remember, you have to be very careful. I don't want to lose you.
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The next day, I went into the office and prepared all the necessary documentation for Shinde Dada. I tried calling him to fix another meeting to go over the paperwork but he wasn’t responding at all. It was finally at 7PM that he called back, just as I was about to leave the office.
“Dada, I have the papers ready and wanted to explain it all to you. Can we meet sometime tomorrow?”
“Good...be here in 1.5 hours.”
“Oh, I was just about to leave the office and go home. If you don’t mind, can we meet tomorrow?” I requested.
“No, today is better for me. Come over quick.” he commanded.
“Oh….ok, I’ll be there.” I replied, angry at myself for not being more assertive.
One and half hours later, I was in Shinde Dada’s office, going over the papers and filling in the missing information. I finished it all quickly and was finally gathering all the papers to leave.
“Why don’t you come with me and take a look at my businesses?”, said Shinde Dada out of the blue.
“Dada, some other time maybe….my wife will be waiting at home for me.” I replied, hoping to be excused
“Just call her and tell her you will be late.”, he said, glaring at me, expecting me to make the call immediately.
I realised that arguing with him was futile so I just dropped a message to my wife mentioning that I would be home late. She must have sensed where I was because I immediately got a reply - “Be careful, Jaanu”
Shinde Baba asked me to walk along with him to the garage of the building where I saw two large shiny bacl SUVs parked. We got into one of them and he drove me towards the city for 20 mins till we reached a residential area. He parked outside a standalone building and we walked in together to the first floor. It looked like a makeshift salon where another middle aged lady was sitting behind a desk answering some calls. Next to the desk was a couch where four northeastern girls dressed in sexy but acceptable dresses.
“How’s business going tonight?”, Shinde Dada asked the middle aged lady.
“It’s going ok ok.”
I waited there till Shinde Dada took somes notes from a schedule planner and the woman answered a call for an appointment for booking a girl. Clearly these girls were prostitutes managed by Shinde Dada. The girls looked rather bored and were either chatting among themselves or looking into their phones the whole time.
Finally, Shinde Dada said that it’s time to go and took me back to his car. We kept driving for some time while he explained some of his business.
“This escort service is really a complex business. You can’t always depend on these girls and there are a lot of expenses, especially in paying off the local cops, politicians etc. But over time I have figured out a way to keep it profitable.
Soon we reached a very upscale building that towered above the city. It must have at least 30 floors. We made our way through the posh lobby and took the lift to the 28th floor.
As we got out of the lift, I saw that this floor had its own lobby of sorts.
“I own all the top 3 floors of this building. So I have each floor converted to a single huge flat with multiple rooms….sort of like a 3 storied building above a building”, Shinde explained with a proud tone in his voice.
It was definitely a plush apartment with a private bar and many rooms to one side and a stair that led to the next floors. I could even see a jacuzzi on the balcony where a few men were relaxing along with some scantily clad women. We made our way to the bar where Shinde made a drink for me and one for himself. I noticed a really beautiful lady coming out of one of the rooms and as soon as she saw us, she smiled and came towards us. She really looked like a model and I wondered how she had got into this business.
“Dada, you’re here. You’re just in time for today’s selection time. We have a small group from an investment bank joining us today and it's all booked for them. The rooms are all booked for them”, she said in a chirpy voice.
“Good that you told me this, Ankita. I was beginning to wonder why the place was looking so empty. I thought maybe that we were going out of business”, Shinde casually replied.
“No no...the day we go out of business will be the day everyone becomes a saint and gives up on sex. You just wait here and observe. Also, who is your friend? Will he also be joining the proceedings today?”, she said, giving me a smile.
“He will also be observing with me. You guys carry on.”
Soon, the lift doors opened and a group of 20 or so smartly dressed men of different age groups from 30s to 60s exited the lift. They all had different coloured bands on their hands and they all seemed to be a bit drunk and noisy. Clearly these were the investment bankers that Ankita was talking about. Ankita was asking them to settle down on the large sofas, assuring them that the girls would be out shortly.
In a few minutes, one of the doors opened and three groups of girls with different coloured bands on their hands walked out. Most girls had a white band on their hand. Few of them had a red band and only about 5 of them had golden bands on their hands. All of them looked really sexy and beautiful but I noticed that the girls with golden bands on their hands were exceptionally beautiful. They could easily have been actresses if they wanted to. The girls were dressed in different kinds of sexy clothing and looked really beautiful. Soon, the men started laughing and choosing some girls for themselves.
“This is my second most lucrative business. High class escorts are aspirational and even for junior employees in big firms, they hope to sleep with such girls at least once. So what better team bonding session can there be when your boss pays for such fuck sessions?”, Shinde explained with a sinister smile on his face.
It was surreal to see all these girls and see that a rowdy, uneducated looking guy like Shinde could be the owner and the brains behind such an operation with such beautiful girls. How had he managed to get such beautiful girls to work for him? Also, what did those bands mean?
“Let me tell you about the bands”, Shinde said, almost as if he had read my mind.
“The white bands are for the girls that cost comparatively less since they might not do everything in bed. So the juniors can only choose from these girls. You must have seen them also wearing white bands. The red ones are slightly more expensive and a bit more freaky in bed, maybe suited for middle management. The golden ones are the most beautiful and the most open minded girls….they do all sorts of stuff and are therefore very expensive...only the senior management can afford them.”
I was listening to Shinde but I was also distracted by one of the golden band girls. A dark haired girl with a great figure, dressed to seduce. But the reason that I was so distracted was that she looked so similar to Rekha! As she sat on the lap of one of the senior bankers, I almost mistook her for Rekha.
“You seem to have taken an interest in Tanya”, Shinde said, noticing me gazing at her. Before I could say anything, he clapped his hand and signalled Tanya to come over to the bar. Tanya excused herself from the banker, who looked annoyed at having his girl taken away from him. As she came over, I started to notice what she was wearing - a black miniskirt and a shiny low cut top, paired with a pair of glittery high heels that gave a certain grace to her walk. I started to feel myself getting erect as I imagined Rekha in the same attire. It wasn’t difficult to do so as Tanya definitely had a similar figure.
“Tanya, show my friend your boobs,” Shinde said as Tanya reached near us.
I was surprised with how casually he said it, but Tanya just smiled seductively at me and without a word, she pulled down her top to show me her gorgeous tits. Damn, even her boobs look like Rekha’s, I thought.
“You want her for a while, Sai? I’ll give her for free because I kind of like you.”, Shinde offered. For a moment I actually considered it.
“No, Dada...you’re really generous but I can’t”, I replied with my eyed still fixated on Tanya.
“Ok. Baby, go back to your guy”, Shinde said and Tanya went back to the senior exec who looked really happy again. Soon, each guy took their girl and went into one of the rooms on the same floor or on the next floor.
“Let’s have one more drink”, said Shinde, as the floor became almost empty again.
“Dada, its late. I really need to get back home”, I tried reasoning with him.
“One more drink”, he said as he started pouring out of the bottle.
We spent the next hour explaining more things about the business. I took the opportunity to ask him what his most profitable business was but he just brushed it aside saying I’ll show you another day. During our conversation, he brought up the topic of Tanya again, asking if I still wanted, he could get her out and then let me have her for tonight. I kept declining, but he must have sensed that there was a deeper reason that I was mesmerised by her. Soon, our meeting ended and Shinde offered to drive me back to the office so that I could pick up my car.
As we drove back, he asked again, “Are you really sure you don't want to try Tanya?”
“No, no thanks”, I replied laughing.
“You know, nobody would know if you did it with her. Your secret would be safe.”, he offered, still probing the reason for my reluctance.
“No really, I am not not interested”, I replied, trying to sound as convincing as possible.
“I don't believe you. It definitely looked like you were interested.”
“No, Dada, you just misunderstood”
“Misunderstood? How?”, he asked.
“No actually Tanya just reminded me of someone”, I blurted out.
“Reminded you of who?”
“My wife”, I said, as we reached the office garage.
“Oh wow”, Shinde said, laughing, “That would definitely have had a shocking effect on you.”
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As I reached home that night, I found Rekha waiting up for me. She was not happy with me returning late and she got even angrier when she learnt that I had driven home after drinking. SHe gave me a long lecture on the importance of responsibility and drinking and driving and also about not calling her because she was worried. Finally she gave up and went to the bedroom. I was still horny, with the images of Tanya in my mind but when I reached out to caress Rekha in bed, she obviously rejected my advances as she was angry at me.
Over the next few weeks, I started to set up the companies for Shinde Dada and he started to pour his black money into them. He just gave me verbal confirmations of the money coming in and I silently oversaw how the money was being invested into real estate and other projects.
However, even over these few weeks, I could not get the thought of Tanya out of my head. Mostly, it was like seeing my wife dressed in that same slutty outfit that Tanya wore. I wanted to see Rekha’s legs on display and her ass barely covered by that tiny miniskirt. The more I thought about it, the more I felt myself getting turned on and the more I became obsessed with seeing my wife in the same outfit.
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