Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

I had nervous energy now. I was walking around the room not able to sit still. I squished my thighs together feeling the dampness between my legs. I was getting turned on already and I hadn't even met the guy yet. I picked up the envelope again and thumbed through the photos. He really was a nice looking man. Older than I'd go for, but still gorgeous. The fact he had a massive cock and came like a fountain was all the persuasion I needed.


Charmi came back after five minutes with another envelope in her hand.


"You should have asked for more Kajal," she laughed, raising her eyebrows. "He didn't bat an eye."


"He'll pay me ?" I asked excitably.


"Yep. No problem. Here you go."


She threw me the envelope. It was a check.


"Holy fuck!" I gasped and threw myself backwards onto the bed.


"He wants you in twenty minutes, we better dress you up for him."


"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked, looking down at my yoga pants and t-shirt.


"Nothing if you're going to the gym," she mocked. "He has expensive tastes and wants an expensive looking girl."


"So what am I going to wear?"


"Ah! We'll go shopping Kajal. Come with me to the dressing room."


I followed her out of the door and down the corridor. She stopped outside another door, opened it and we went inside.


I was in a large room full of clothes on hangers. It looked like a small shop with fitting rooms and mirrored walls.


"What the fuck?" I whispered out loud, in drawn out words.


"Welcome to the dressing room," announced Charmi, raising her arms and spinning round, as though she was giving a guided tour.


"Whose is all this stuff?" I asked.


"The facilities. We are well funded. Take whatever you want. When you're finished put it in the laundry chute in the corner." She pointed to a silver funnel at the far end of the room.


I walked round the room in awe of the amount of clothing that was there. The room was laid out in sections. There was a lingerie section, foot wear, jeans, yoga pants, dresses, suits, shirts, trousers, jewellery you name it, they had it. Next I passed a sex toy section full of dildos, strap-ons, vibrators, butt plugs and other items I didn't recognise.


Charmi stopped at some of the first clothes racks and was sorting through them, looking for something for me to wear. I carried on perusing the racks. I found an array of uniforms for security officer, soldiers, college girls, nurses and doctors to name but a few. Down the end of the room was fetish wear, leather suits, rubber suits and even adult baby rompers.


I picked up the college girl outfit and held it up to my body for sizing.


"What do you think?" I asked Charmi. "Would you like to see me dressed as a collegegirl?"


"Only if you wore virgin white, collegegirl knickers with it and then peed yourself in front of me." She said in a matter of fact tone, not looking up from the clothing rack.


"Really?" I asked. "That would do it for you?"


"Of course, you know I have a pee fetish, but there's no time for that today."


"Wow!" I said, picking up a pair of white, full back panties. "Maybe I could give it a go."


I held them over my waist and pretended to squat, making a pssssss sound, as though I was urinating.


"Kajal! Concentrate! Stop messing about and come over here," she said sternly. "We can come and play dress up another day, we've not got long."


I put the items back on the rack and bounded over to her.





"What have you found?" I asked, like an excited puppy.


She started handing things to me.


"Take this...a pair of these...this matches the panties...these boots..."


She looked at me all loaded up, like a child on a shopping trip.


"...I think that's it, strip off and get changed in the fitting room or just do it here, it's up to you."


"Don't you want to undress me," I asked, looking slutty, trying to entice her to play.


"No time. Hurry up. Play time will be another day."


I dumped the pile of clothes back in her arms and took my T shirt off, kicking off my boots at the same time. I wasn't wearing a bra. I pulled my yoga pants down and stood in front of her in just my panties. She was watching me undress.


"Panties too Kajal," she said, smiling at my naked breasts.


I slowly wiggled out of my knickers, with her watching my every move.





"Fucking hell Kajal are you already wet down there?" she asked, looking at the gusset of my wet panties as they hit the floor.


"Just a bit," I said, flicking them with my foot in her direction.


She caught them in mid-air and examined the crotch. It was slimy as she ran her fingers over the fabric.


"He's in for a good night with you," she laughed. "He's a lucky bastard. Wait until he sees how juicy you are."


I giggled and started to get dressed. First I put on the white lace thong, that she had passed to me. I pulled it up slowly and adjusted it round my large labia to make sure I was tucked in. Then I put on the matching strapless, balcony bra, which was almost see through it was so thin. I thought all the gear must have been hellishly expensive, I could feel the quality of it. I stood there in my virgin white lingerie and gave her a twirl.


"Perfect," said Charmi. "Sexy little slut."


She passed me a white, slinky cocktail dress.


"Put this on, let's see if it fits."


I unzipped the back and stepped into it. I pulled it up onto my shoulders and turned so Charmi could zip me up. She did it without me asking her. The dress was extremely short, just covering my ass, and left very little room for movement. It had wide shoulder straps and a balcony style bust area similar to the bra. It showed my cleavage, but not too much. It fitted like a glove, quite literally, as though it was designed and made just for me.


"Boots too," said Charmi.


I tried to pull on the left boot.


"Too small," I said, passing it back.


"I'll get another size," she said, walking over to the footwear section.



She came back with a new pair and I pulled them on. They were a better fit. The boots were white, matt, leather and came up to just above my knees. They had a long zip up the side, which I pulled up. I straighten my dress, which had rode up slightly and I stood in front of the mirror.


"Wowzers! Do I look like a sexy minx, or do I look like a sexy minx?"


"I think he might lose his load in his shorts when he sees you," she laughed, coming up behind me. "That's what a thousand pounds worth of clothing does for you."


"How much?" I exclaimed. "I've never worn such expensive clothes."


"They're on loan, but if he decides to rip them off you, don't worry about it," she giggled.





I continued turning side to side enjoying my new look. Charmi put her arms round my waist from behind and kissed my neck.


"You can wear that for me sometime, if you'd like. You look so damn sexy," she whispered. "Maybe we could go for a meal somewhere together."


I turned and kissed her lips.


"Mmmhhhhhmm I'd love that."


She pulled away, looking me up and down with a puzzled look on her face.


"You need a couple of finishing touches Kajal."


She walked down the dressing room to a jewellery section and came back with a necklace made of large white pearls.


She undid the clasp and put it round my neck from behind. After closing the clasp she stood in front of me and looked at me again.


"A pearl necklace?" I asked, giving her a knowing look. "Really? You dirty bitch."


"Not that sort of pearl necklace Kajal," she laughed. "He likes pearls, that's all."


"If you say so."


"One more thing required," she said, moving closer.


She pulled my dress up, and pushed her hand inside my thong. Her fingers quickly found my overhydrated pussy and she dipped two fingers inside me. I gasped at her sudden attention and was starting to enjoy her fingering me when she stopped and pulled them out. She held them up to the light, looking at my stringy, wetness on her fingers. She gently moved my hair behind my ears with her other hand and wiped my love juice onto my neck, both sides. Then she wiped her fingers across my chest and down to my cleavage.


"Pheromones," she said. "Just a hint of your musky scent on your pulse points and breasts. This will drive him wild and he won't know why. Just a little trick of mine."


She sucked the residue from her fingers and then stepped back to look at me one last time.


"You're ready," she said. "Let's go."


I suddenly felt nervous again, my stomach was in knots. The fun with Charmi was over and I was about to prostitute myself for the first time in my life. I looked like a well presented classy, sexy lady, but I felt like a cheap whore.


"I don't even know his name," I said, walking towards the door.





"It's Ethan , he's forty nine and one of our biggest clients."


We walked down the corridor, further down that I'd been previously. The carpet was plush and smelt like a show home. We stopped outside the last door on the right.


"Have fun Kajal. Take this opportunity to practice your seduction techniques. Remember you said to me you wanted to have greater control of men, now's your chance to try it out."


"What if he doesn't like me?"


"He asked for you to remember. He'll do more than like you. Just be your usual slutty self."


She opened the door and ushered me inside. She didn't follow me in, she just closed the door behind me, gently and I was alone in my new surroundings.


The room was dimly lit, completely different to the filming studios I had been in before. It was warm and welcoming. In the middle of the room was a large double bed, with white satin sheets. The bed had a modern metal frame, with railings at the foot and head of the mattress. It looked comfy, but I didn't think I'd be doing much sleeping on it.


In the corner of the room there was a bar. It had bottles of spirits and wine on the counter top and was lit with trendy LED lighting. Next to the bar were two plush leather arm chairs facing each other and a matching three seater sofa.


There was movement from one of the chairs and a man got up to greet me as I approached.


"You must be Kajal," he said, holding out his hand. His voice was soft, but powerful.


"Pleased to meet you Sir, you must be Mr Green," I held out my hand.


He took it and kissed the back of it gently.


"Please. Call me Ethan, Kajal. This isn't a job interview."


"OK. Ethan, it's nice to meet you," I said, repeating myself.


He smiled at my nervousness.


"You look stunning. Absolutely beautiful. Everything I hoped for and more. You look even better than you do on film."


His voice was almost hypnotizing.


"Thank you," I said. "You're not too bad yourself. You look younger than you do in your photos."


"Would you like a glass of Champagne?" he asked, guiding me to the bar.


"Only if you're having one."


"Ah, sorry. I've already started without you," he replied, handing me a glass of bubbly and picking up his own half empty glass.


"Cheers."


We clinked glasses.


"Take a seat," he said, gesturing to the arm chair.


"Thank you."


I smoothed my super short dress down and sat on the edge of the chair, giving him my full attention. He waited until he was seated, like a true gentleman. He was wearing black trousers and a dark grey shirt and matching tie. He was pristine as though he had just stepped out of a catalogue.


He sat down opposite me about two feet away, his eyes sparkled in the dim light as I caught him looking at my toned thighs.


"Stunning," he said, realising I'd caught him looking.


"I work out most days. I like to take pride in my appearance."


"So I see."



He was a confident man, but seemed out of his comfort zone somehow. Maybe he was nervous too. I thought I'd try and take control and move the conversation towards my stronger points. Being dirty and seductive.
I stroked the stem of my wine glass, as it rested on my knee. Quite subtle, but he noticed.


"Is it legs that excite you?" I asked seductively.


"Your legs are very sexy and slender. Yes they excite me."


"Or maybe you prefer what's in between my legs?" I asked, parting them ever so slightly, but not enough to reveal anything.


"You don't waste any time do you?"


"I don't know what you mean. I just asked you a question, that's all," I smiled coyly.


"I mean you don't waste time with small talk. I've seen your films, you love to talk dirty."


"Sometimes. We can talk about the weather instead if you'd like. I don't mind."


"No. Carry on. Let's see how you handle a dirty conversation with a real person, rather than the male models that you've been with on film. They don't talk much do they?"