09-10-2020, 04:32 PM
Akash pulled up behind a newish looking Honda Civic sitting at the stop sign. No traffic, yet the driver failed to proceed. He tapped his horn to alert the distracted driver of his presence. The car lurched forward and Akash followed in his beat up, piece of shit, pickup truck. He stepped on the gas and passed the little Civic, glancing at the car's tinted windows which prevented him from seeing its driver. The tail pipe of his truck belched a cloud of burnt oil as it pulled in front of the newer car. He knew this area well and there was another mile to go before they reached the next cross street where the driver might turn off. He let up on the gas once in front of the car and watched it catch up with him from his rear view mirror. The driver was a white female that kept looking down at the cell phone she held. Akash waited for her to look down at the device again.
The map on Koyel 's iPhone screwed up and brought her to the wrong place, making her late for another job interview. She was lost. Her eyes quickly scanned the phone's tiny screen and then refocused on the road. The old pickup truck in front of her had come to a stop. She was going to run into it. Koyel 's foot stomped the brake pedal. She veered to the right. The Civic screeched but didn't completely stop until colliding with Akash 's old truck.
"Shit!" Koyel exclaimed as she came to the realization she was at fault in this accident. She couldn't afford a penalty or the higher insurance costs that would result. After a moment, Koyel took a deep breath and finally unclenched her fingers from the steering wheel, bracing herself before looking at the damage.
As Koyel got out of her car, the other driver, a tall, strapping, black man in his fifties, climbed from the old pickup truck she had just ran into. He looked like a body builder, huge muscles in his chest and arms bulging beneath his shirt. Koyel surveyed the damage as the black man approached: a dent on her left fender and some of her car's paint on the truck's rear bumper which was badly bent. She looked up at the black man towering above her.
"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" she asked.
Everywhere Koyel went, she captured eyes. Men and women desired her, invoking jealousy in wives and lady friends.
Akash hesitated before answering, carefully considering his words as his eyes feasted on the petite, white lady with black hair and blue eyes standing in front of him. She was a young, slender beauty -- couldn't be more than 32 years old, he thought -- with a nicely curved ass, perky tits, and fine facial features. He noticed the small engagement ring she wore.
"I'm not sure," he replied rubbing the back of his neck and examining his rear bumper, which had been banged up pretty good from a previous accident. The thin metal of her fender couldn't possible bend the thick steel of his bumper like that. But there was no way a young, dumb lady like her would know that. Besides the small scuff mark, she hadn't really caused any additional damage to his already smashed up truck. "It looks like you messed up my bumper and your fender. My neck is hurting some too. Do you have that cell phone you were using when you ran into me handy so we can call the security officer and file an accident report?"
Koyel fetched her phone and did something very unusual for her, she started crying. Usually strong and self-confident, everything seemed to be going wrong lately. she was unemployed, unable to pay her bills, and now faced a big, fat penalty for careless driving and much higher insurance costs. It was a stretch financially with Amit 's small paycheck before, but now they certainly couldn't make it.
Akash watched tears flow down Koyel 's face. Her hands nervously trembled holding the phone that got her in this mess in the first place. "Why are you crying like that?" he asked.
Between sobs Koyel explained her situation, "I'm going to get another penalty and I won't be able to afford insurance. We'll never be able to have a child."
Her crying aroused Akash with thoughts of stuffing his gigantic, black cock into her tight, young twat -- of pumping her little pussy full with his potent cream and putting a black baby in her white belly; but she was too distraught to notice the large bulge forming in his pants.
The two sat on the curb of the lonely stretch of highway, just outside of town, surrounded by empty fields. Tall blades of grass waved in the warm summer breeze, early morning dew drying from them. An occasional car or truck whizzed by.
"Wait," Akash said placing his hand over Koyel 's phone so she couldn't finish her call to the security officer. "Perhaps we can work something out where you won't get a penalty and your insurance won't go up. I hate to see two young people start out with such hardship," Akash explained now driven by appetency greater than greed.
"Really?" Koyel sniffled, her eyes red a swollen.
"Sure, I have a friend who can fix that dent and I can probably set you up with a job. Let me see your phone."
Akash was moving fast on Koyel . Before she had the chance to even consider his offer, its potential costs, his ulterior motives, he took the phone from her hands and called his friend: "Hi Gautam , it's me, Akash . I need to call in a favor, buddy. I'm on Highway just east of town. A Honda Civic ran into me and the owner needs her car towed to your shop and repaired."
Koyel 's jaw dropped. The damage to her car didn't look that severe to her. "I think I can drive it," she said.
Akash held up his finger gesturing for Koyel to wait until he finished the conversation on her phone. "Okay, we're on the side of the road."
"It's not that bad. I can drive it." Koyel repeated when Akash ended his phone call.
She was right. Her car was perfectly drivable. But Akash knew women were easily deceived when it came to cars and mechanical issues and she didn't need to know how minor the damage to her car actually was. "Are you serious? You can't drive your car with that dent in its fender. It's unsafe like that and you'll ruin your tire when you make a left turn."
Koyel started crying again, "But I can't afford a tow truck or repairs."
Her tears caused Akash 's penis to fill with more blood, making his erection even harder. "It's either this or we file a security officer report and get the insurance companies involved. Gautam owes me a few favors and he does nice work. Let's see how bad your damage is when he gets your car back to his shop. I bet he can fix it for less than your deductible. I guarantee he will cost a lot less money than if you take your car elsewhere."
"I don't know about this," Koyel replied. "I just don't have the money."
"Well you need to make a decision now while I can still call Gautam back and cancel. It's not fair to make him come all the way out here and then for you to change your mind. Either way you're going to need a tow truck. But at least my way your insurance won't go up and you'll avoid getting a penalty . I am just trying to help you out."
Koyel felt confused. She wanted to ask her husband , Amit , what to do, but he wasn't supposed to get phone calls while at work and she didn't want to upset him with more bad news.
Akash sensed Koyel 's hesitancy, but the dark, primitive compulsion sparked by Koyel 's tears and originating from his swollen penis had become stronger than his urge to breathe; like a high pressure salesperson, he pushed to close the deal before she backed out.
"It may not cost much, if anything at all, since Gautam owes me. If money is that much of a problem now, I'll vouch for and you can pay them back later," he added.
A lot of people owed Akash favors for things he provided to them. Akash had dabbled in a number of illicit businesses.
"Okay, I guess," Koyel answered.
CHAPTER 2
Gautam pulled up in a rusty, old tow truck that looked like a bigger heap than Akash 's pickup. Akash stood up and ran to meet his friend, leaving Koyel sitting by herself on the curb. Gautam , still in his truck, lowered his window as Akash approached.
The two black men chatted like good friends, occasionally glancing her way and laughing, but Koyel couldn't hear what they were saying to each other from her distance and over the chugging of Gautam 's truck. She watched Gautam -- a wiry fellow with short, kinky, white hair atop his head -- hop from his truck and briefly examine the damage to her car. He shook his head disapprovingly and then proceeded to attach her disabled vehicle to the winch. Next to his huge friend and the heavy equipment he operated, Gautam appeared slight. The two men walked over to Koyel after hooking up her car.
"It's a good thing Akash stopped you from driving your car like that," the old black man said. He grinned as if thinking about something funny -- his smile containing dark gaps where teeth were missing -- and added, "I'm Gautam ."
"Hi Gautam , I'm Koyel . Thanks for helping me out. Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost?" the lady asked, her pretty, blue eyes still pink and puffy from crying earlier.
"It's hard to tell just yet. Until we get that fender off, there is no way to know if any underlying damage to the frame occurred. Don't worry about that now. Akash says he'll vouch for you."
Gautam turned to Akash and continued, "I'll take her car back to my shop now and get Sidharth working on it. Unless he finds major damage to the frame he should have it drivable later today. The rear bumper on your truck looks like it needs some work too."
"Okay," Akash replied. "We'll take care of my bumper later." He then explained to Koyel , "You'll ride with Gautam . I have some business to do and then I'll meet you at his garage."
As Akash opened the passenger door for Koyel , it sounded like it shrieked in pain, its rusty hinges arthritic joints forced to move. After Akash helped her into the truck's filthy cab, Koyel sat in the tattered seat and watched the old man pull himself up into the truck. She could tell it was becoming a struggle for him as he aged.
Gautam waved to Akash as he drove away with Koyel beside him and her car attached to the back of his truck. His admiration for Akash reached an all-time high. Koyel 's beauty was even more striking close up; and her presence brought some life to his long dormant cock, which twitched slightly each time his eyes took in more of her lovely, model-like features.
After Gautam and Koyel headed to Gautam 's shop, Akash went to seek medical attention for back and neck injuries he had just sustained. His story would be that the late model, blue Honda Civic Koyel drove had left the scene. If turned in, say by the shop that repaired her car, Koyel would be charged with felony hit and run.
CHAPTER 3
It didn't seem to take this long to reach them after Akash called Gautam on her phone; but Koyel was upset and not paying attention to time. Gautam drove slowly and took a detour back to his garage while uneasiness festered in Koyel . She had never spent much time around black people and the old man's body odor added to her discomfort. His eyes kept wandering up her legs and staring at her breasts each opportunity he got to take them off the road. The more she thought about it, the more precarious her situation appeared. But she couldn't just demand for him to stop and give her car back. She felt paralyzed by an inability to act and sat silently as Gautam drove to their destination -- wherever that was.
Gautam 's garage sat in a part of town where white folks were rare and Koyel had never visited before. Her fear subsided some when they arrived. In five hours Amit would be off work; she planned to call him and let her husband know what had happened and where she was.
Gautam 's place looked more like a junk yard than a repair shop, with cars and their parts strewn about in overgrowth and a tall chain-link fence with barbed wire on top surrounding the property. Two large Doberman Pinschers with spiked collars around their necks, appropriately named Demon and Savage, ran to Gautam 's truck as it pulled up the driveway. They angrily barked and snarled at Koyel when she opened her door. Koyel froze with fear.
"Demon... Savage: heel!" Gautam thundered in a tone that didn't match his stature and sounded like it came from a big, Nazi drill sergeant. The dogs cowered to his feet. "Get out of here you mangy mutts!" he yelled. At his command they scurried away like scared puppies. Koyel suspected the dogs reacted that way from cruel treatment. In a volte-face, Gautam politely smiled and helped her from the truck.
They walked into the garage where the smell of oils and solvents hung in the air as thickly as Gautam 's body odor in the truck. A young, black man, around Koyel 's age, dressed in denim coveralls with grease stains on them, worked under a car on the lift. Gautam barked like one of his excited dogs, "Sidharth , bring this young lady's car in here and get to work on it right away. She was just in an accident, and needs it fixed now."
From his broad shoulders, Sidharth 's lean body narrowed down in the form of a "V" with muscular pecks, biceps and buttocks his baggy coveralls poorly concealed. He performed quick repairs and quick paint jobs on cars. He also dismantled a few stolen automobiles for Gautam who used them for parts. Sidharth didn't ask questions, but somebody made his boss more volatile than usual. He looked over to his boss yelping and saw a beautiful white lady . "Wow" he muttered under his breath, his mouth forming a smile of bright teeth that contrasted his dark skin. His eyes black like obsidian lit up at the sight of Koyel .
CHAPTER 4
Koyel sat in a waiting area that consisted of a table and several plastic chairs in the corner of a small room. A number of disgusting lady ie magazines -- Hustler, Barely Legal, Oui, and Penthouse -- covered the table and momentarily brought back the uneasy feeling she had experienced while riding in Gautam 's truck. A layer of filth deposited over the years from the bottoms of mechanics' shoes darkened the white terrazzo floors worn by traffic. A television that only received one boring channel was mounted to the wall. With nothing to read and her cell phone out of charge, Koyel passed the day in the dirty waiting area at Gautam 's garage watching stupid shows on the television.
Sidharth started working on Koyel 's car. The damage was minimal but his boss explained the situation. Sidharth would have it fixed late that day -- after Akash returned -- even though it could be repaired sooner. Except for the dent in her fender, her car appeared immaculate inside and out. Even the contents in her glove box were neat and organized as he went through them curious of her personal life. He found the papers from the dealer where she purchased the car in an envelope: a bill of sale and completed credit application. She lived in a nice part of town and had just turned 21-years-old, a year older than him. Sidharth believed cars resembled their owners. He imagined Koyel looked as flawless under her clothes as her car looked under its hood. A lady perfect as Koyel was as easy to win as the lottery. But Sidharth couldn't help fantasizing about taking Koyel for a spin, and putting his piston in her well-oiled cylinder anyway.
A service counter with a cash register and telephone sat at the far end of the room where Koyel waited. A door behind the counter led to the garage. The door opened and Sidharth came in pretending to look for something. From this location the young stud had a perfect view of Koyel as she watched the television. Her silky, black hair , the color of shiny rust, flowed down to her shoulders. Her shapely breasts were not excessively large, but filled her white blouse nicely. Her tight, black skirt, which reached just above the knee, revealed a slim waist and long, smooth legs she kept crossed. But her face was indescribably beautiful with large, luminous, blue eyes that looked like they belonged to a cat, high cheek bones, a little nose, a narrow chin, and full lips. Sidharth stood undressing Koyel with his eyes, imagining her naked like the models in the porno magazines on the table -- magazines he took to the bathroom and wacked his monster sized penis off to three times a day. Sidharth 's cock got hard as he stared at Koyel . He had broken up with his lady friend over a month ago and was tired of jerking himself off.
Gautam walked from his office down the short corridor to the waiting room and saw Sidharth leering at Koyel and grabbing his coveralls to adjust his very large penis. "What are you looking for?" Gautam asked, knowing good and well what Sidharth was up to.
"I'm looking for the keys to her Civic," Sidharth nervously replied.
"I gave them to you, cretin! Get back in that goddamn garage and get her car fixed." Gautam barked.
Although Koyel disliked Gautam 's tone, she was thankful he chased the guy away. She pretended that she hadn't noticed Sidharth staring at her, but from the corner of her eyes she saw his blurry image standing there grabbing his crotch. The entire time she had concealed how uncomfortable he made her feel. She never had an interest in black men before, and certainly didn't have one now. She was off the market to all men
But now instead of the young guy, the old pervert ogled her for several minutes. At least Gautam didn't keep obnoxiously grabbing his penis like Sidharth had done.
The old man could no longer get full erections, at least not without help from blue pills. However, the sight of Koyel made more blood flow into his dusty prick without Viagra than it had received in a long time, which rekindled Gautam 's memories of youth. How he wished he was a younger man again. Like Sidharth now, at one time he could get boners from a simple breeze. Gautam thought how this gorgeous, white chick must be torture for the poor kid.
The phone rang, diverting Gautam 's attention. "Gautam 's Garage," he answered.
"Don't say my name," Akash 's voice carefully instructed him from the phone. "I'm at the hospital and the security officer are taking a report. They already took a paint sample from my bumper but I didn't give them her license plate number or description. Make sure you keep her there until I get back."
"Sure, we can take care of that for you," Gautam said with that same funny grin he gave to Koyel when he introduced himself to her -- the one that exposed his missing teeth, a semi-toothless grin. "Bring her in and we'll fix her up. We're open late tonight."
Gautam hung up the phone and went down the corridor back to his office -- probably to look at some nasty magazines, Koyel thought.
By five-thirty Koyel 's car still was not finished. She was about to ask if she could borrow the phone so she could call Amit to pick her up when Akash walked in.
"They finish your car yet?"
"No," Koyel replied shaking her head.
"Gautam ?" Akash yelled down the hall. "What's up with her car?"
Gautam emerged from his office, "Let me go check."
He went out to the garage and for a few seconds, only Akash , Koyel , and an awkward silence filled the room. Unlike the other two guys, Akash knew how to work a lady like Koyel . He knew not to come on too strongly at first and to wait until the time was right and her defenses were down. He checked Koyel out without her realizing it.
"Okay, he's finishing up right now," Gautam explained coming in from the garage holding paperwork for the repair. "Let's go back to my office and hash this out."
The apprehension Koyel had experienced off and on throughout the day -- when she had ridden in Gautam 's truck, when she had noticed the hardcore, pornographic magazines on the table, every time Gautam and Sidharth had taken turns ogling her, when Sidharth had fondled his crotch and Gautam had given her his semi-toothless grin -- returned again like bad indigestion. Yet her conscience compelled her to follow Gautam down the hall with Akash close behind her. They had given her a tow, repaired her car, trusted her to pay them back without getting insurance companies or the security officer involved. Now it was time for her to return their good will, Koyel thought, ignoring the anxiety she felt in her gut.
Gautam 's office appeared neater and cleaner than the rest of his business, but was still beneath Koyel's standards. Half of his large, oak desk was covered under a mountain of papers: old receipts and letters, statements from his banks and creditors, and utility bills that he let pile up. Every six months or so, when he got around to it, he went through it all, filed the important stuff, and threw away everything else. And then like a volcano made of papers, it would re-form.
To her relief, Koyel didn't see any erotic magazines in his office. But her suspicion had been correct nonetheless -- he had hidden them in his desk.
Two antique chairs made of oak with a dark, worn finish faced the desk. Everything in this place: the waiting area, the customer service counter, the terrazzo floors, Gautam 's oak desk and the chairs across from it, seemed to display the same depleted look that could almost pass for a purposefully planed motif, which of course it was not. Koyel sat in one of the chairs, but Akash remained standing beside the other. Gautam sat in a torn, but comfortable leather chair facing the two.
"There was some damage to the frame of your car which Sidharth repaired," Gautam explained. "We also replaced your fender and painted it. Since I'm doing this as a favor for Akash , I'm only charging 2,8000/-."
Koyel looked at Akash , her eyes welling up again. "I don't have 2,8000/-. I don't even have a job right now."
"Now take it easy, madam" Gautam said. "Akash is vouching for you. But you need a job to pay us back and it just so happens that I need someone at the customer service counter to answer the phones and ring up customers. I'm willing to pay you 6000/- per week cash under-the-table. You can probably pay the entire bill off in three months."
Koyel didn't feel comfortable with this proposition. The money was enticing but the way Gautam and Sidharth both looked at her gave her the willies.
"Uh, I'm not sure. Can I think about it for a day or two?" Koyel asked.
Akash again detected her hesitancy. He knew she needed money. They were close to a deal and he didn't want to use his trump card, the hit-and-run felony charge yet.
"What are you not sure about?" Akash chimed in. "That's a damn good deal – 6000/- under-the-table. If she doesn't want the job, I'll take it, Gautam ."
The two men laughed and Koyel gave a nervous giggle. She felt pressured.
"I'll tell you what; you seem like a well-spoken young lady that will bring some class to this place. I'll go to 6500/- per week, but that's my final offer."
"Wow," Akash remarked.
This all seemed so similar to when Koyel sat in the car dealership negotiating for the Civic. But 6500/- per week was a lot of money, at least to her. Her car payment was a month behind, her auto insurance premium was past due, and she needed to pay Gautam back. Again her conscience helped in her decision. Akash had been kind. The security officer would have given her a penalty for careless driving and her insurance would have gone through the roof since this was not her first accident.
"Okay, Mr. Gautam , I'll work for you."
The three of them smiled and laughed again, Gautam with his semi-toothless grin and Akash with several gold crowns on his teeth. Gautam quickly handed her a paper to sign. "It's just saying the service was performed to your satisfaction and you agree to pay us for the work performed," he still chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye. Koyel signed it.
The three men waited behind and gathered in Gautam 's office after Koyel went happily on her way, in her perfectly repaired Civic, back to her husband .
"Okay, Gautam , how much did the repairs really cost?" Akash asked.
"Maybe 8000/- if we had used new parts. But I had a fender lying around from another Civic that went through the chop shop a few months back." Gautam then asked Sidharth , "How many hours you work on her Civic today?"
Sidharth shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe four hours total."
"Yea, and that's including all the time you spent trying to get a sniff of her pussy." Gautam quipped. "This kid must have blue balls. Since he broke up with his lady friend a month ago, he's been jerking off three times a day, and that's just when he's here at work. At most the repair cost 2000/- with his labor included."
Akash sat stroking his chin pondering his scheme. He ran multiple scenarios through his mind, his thoughts sharper, more rational, with Koyel now gone along with the throbbing erection her tears had brought him. As badly as he had wanted to fuck Koyel , it would not be prudent. It would be far too incriminating if he had sex with and possibly impregnated the same person who committed the hit and run on his truck. On the other hand, it would be quite plausible to a judge and jury if Koyel initiated sex with Gautam , or better yet, Sidharth , in exchange for fixing her car so the security officer wouldn't find out. Of course he hoped they would not have to turn her in. Hopefully, Koyel would acquiesce and let Sidharth stick his cock in her. Sidharth was closest to Koyel in age, and had the fewest ties to Akash , making him the best candidate for the privilege of fucking her. "How would you like to have a white lady friend?" Akash asked Sidharth .
Sidharth 's eyebrows raised, his big, white teeth revealing themselves in his grin. "You mean that hot, white chick whose car I fixed today?" he asked incredulously.
"Who else have we been talking about, stupid?" Gautam interjected.
"Shit yea!" Sidharth replied.
"Listen, you can't jerk off anymore. Do you understand?" Akash asked. "We can't risk you going soft on her when she fights it, and she will fight it, at least the first few times."
Sidharth nodded in reply.
"She starts tomorrow which is Wednesday," Akash said to Gautam . "Don't pay her until next Friday after we have a little chat with her and Sidharth fucks her."
The three men sat quietly for a few moments while Akash looked up and stroked his chin more in further thought. Akash understood the female psyche more than most men. She had chosen a mate in her husband and she might not be on the pill since they were getting married soon. When he had spoken with her after the accident, Koyel gave Akash the impression that she and her husband would immediately try to start a family. Her primal female instincts would fight to protect her precious eggs from all except him.
"Do you use condoms with your lady friends?" Akash asked Sidharth .
"Not unless they insist," Sidharth responded. "It doesn't feel as good with them."
"I'm with you on that," Akash said patting Sidharth on his back. "Do you want to use them with Koyel ?"
"Not if I don't have to. Why?"
"I don't think she is on birth control since she is married . If that's the case and you want to enjoy her bareback, you better convince her from the very start that you've had a vasectomy; otherwise she will never let you near her without a rubber. A lady like Koyel doesn't get pregnant out of wedlock or illegitimately. It will just make things easier if you tell her you got a vasectomy after knocking up a few lady s and your done having children."
Sidharth thought about what Akash said. "That's not too far from the truth, at least the part about knocking up a few lady s, but this is a different situation. She is not like the lady s in the hood. What if she really does get pregnant?"
"No, she is nothing like lady s from the hood. That's why you must absolutely convince her you're safe. She is married. If she gets pregnant she will think the baby is her husband's, which it may be. Being her baby's daddy, though, would have benefits if you wanted to stick around and be with her." Akash beamed, "If not, you'll have plenty of time to skip town."
The conversation made Sidharth hard. He reached down and repositioned his cock. Already his huge testicles ached. It would be a long ten days, but that white lady would be worth every moment of abstinence.
"Goddamn that's a huge black snake," Akash commented. How do you keep that thing inside your pants?"
"I tuck it down my pants leg." But hard-ons are a bitch."
Gautam interjected: "What the hell do I get from all this?"
"What do you want out of it?" Akash inquired.
"I want 500/- from the kid every time he takes a go at her and I want to watch too."
"Let's start out with the 500/- and you can drill a hole in the wall to watch," Akash joked. That work for you, Sidharth ?"
Sidharth nodded.
If all went as planned, each of the three men would now get something they wanted: Akash , half the money Gautam received from Koyel and half the money Gautam received from Sidharth and whatever funds he might be able to scam from his own insurance; Sidharth , a beautiful white lady to regularly fuck; Gautam , cheap help, eye candy, and live peep shows. Koyel would be working for far less than she realized paying them back a good chunk of her salary for something she never received. Gautam anticipated getting much of Sidharth 's paycheck back every week in fuck fees. They all would win something at Koyel 's expense.
"One more thing," Akash added. "The two of you need to be a little less obvious leering at her. We need her defenses down and the element of surprise when we make our move."
Koyel got home late but in wonderful spirits. "Hi honey," she said falling into Amit 's arms and giving him a great, big kiss.
"Somebody's in a good mood," Amit replied. "I was worried about you. I tried calling but it went immediately to voicemail."
Koyel 's smile lit up the room. "My cell phone was dead. But I've got good news."
"What?" Amit inquired. The job hunting clothes Koyel wore gave him a hint.
"I got a job," Koyel lilted, her big blue eyes sparkling as Amit looked into them.
"That's wonderful!" Amit cheered with a big smile of his own. "Where did you get a job?"
Koyel left Amit 's embrace, put down her purse and picked up the mail sitting on their kitchen table. "At a place called Gautam 's Garage."
"What are you doing at the garage? I didn't know you knew how to work on cars."
"I don't, silly. I'll be answering their phones, dealing with their customers, and taking care of their paperwork," Koyel replied, shuffling through the stack of envelops comprised mostly of overdue bills. "No checks from Publisher's Clearinghouse yet," she joked. Amit didn't respond to her dry humor.
"How much are they paying you?"
Koyel stared at one of the envelopes in her hand from her auto insurance company -- a cancellation notice -- while thinking for a moment, and didn't immediately respond. She decided not to upset Amit by telling him she had another accident. Since Gautam was paying her cash under-the-table, she could pay back the loan, 2000/- a week, without Amit knowing about it.
Koyel looked up at Amit who she always found somewhat attractive, but lacked the build and muscles the black men she met today displayed. She wasn't marrying Amit purely for great looks, or for money, neither of which he had in abundance. She was marrying him because they were kindred spirits who transcended physical attraction. "They're starting me at 4500/- a week, but cash under-the-table."
"so much cash, no taxes, isn't too bad. Where is this place? I've never heard of it."
Koyel put the stack of envelopes back down on the table. Tired of wearing heels and sitting around in business attire all day, she wanted to change into something comfortable. "In gurgaon," she replied heading toward their bedroom to change.
Amit followed her. "I haven't been there before, but I don't think that's a good area."
"It's fine," Koyel sighed, the energy and enthusiasm from when she first came home now drained from her.
Amit watched his husband undress in front of him. She turned around and faced him in her white panties and bra made of lace, her black hair , but shiny, flowing down to her shoulders and her limpid, blue eyes staring into his. There weren't enough adjectives to describe her beauty.
She didn't want to answer any more questions. "Come here and make love to me," Koyel said.
Amit quickly took off his clothes and joined her in bed.
They kissed and hugged and touched each other's bodies in special places until the time arrived to enter her. Koyel had just stopped taking birth control pills so she would be ready when they were married to make children with Amit . She gently reminded him to put on a condom. Amit fumbled to put the latex sheath over his member, a barrier between them that prevented their complete intimacy. He missed the feeling of his penis in direct contact with Koyel 's vagina. He looked forward to their wedding, to the rubber barrier coming off and to their reunion once husband and wife.
Friday arrived. Koyel drove her Civic through the open gate with barbed wire on top of it. Demon and Savage, chained to the front of the garage, lay panting next to their water bowl. The dogs growled at Koyel a little less viciously as she exited her car and walked inside. Over the past few days they became more familiar with her, although she still couldn't approach them.
Things seemed to be going well for Koyel . She kept busy mostly answering the phone and helping Gautam with all his papers that needed filing. Each day she felt a little more comfortable here. The lustful stares she had thought Sidharth and Gautam were giving her when she first met them no longer occurred. She began to wonder if perhaps she had misconstrued their looks because she had been so upset. She strolled over to the waiting area. Someone replaced all the lady ie magazines with issues of Time, People, and Better House Keeping.
Sidharth came in from the hot garage to cool off a few minutes and sneak a few peaks at his future lady friend's tight ass as her back was turned toward him arranging the magazines on the table. He imagined bending her over Gautam 's desk and feeding her tight twat the full length of his beefy, Negro sausage. Blood quickly rushed to Sidharth 's penis. It had been three days since he last masturbated and his large balls grew heavier by the day producing more sperm. He changed his thoughts to his grandmother to control his urges.
Koyel turned around. "Hi Sidharth ," she said, her gorgeous, bright smile illuminating the room as she greeted him, her luminous blue eyes drawing Sidharth into them like an object falling to earth.
"Hello, Koyel . What's up?" The erection in Sidharth 's pants began returning and grew more unpleasant as he resisted moving his cock to a more comfortable position while in front of her.
"Hey, Sidharth ," Koyel asked drawing closer to him, her voice getting lower, "When do we get paid today?"
As she came closer, his erection grew harder, his discomfort approached pain. "We usually get paid when Gautam closes shop." Sidharth answered. At that moment he ached to release his cock and bury it inside Koyel , to hold her naked body squirming against his, explore her mouth with his tongue, and fill her with his cum. Instead he gave a boyish smile and went back to the hot garage to cool off.
They closed shop. Koyel and Sidharth went into Gautam 's office. Akash had stopped by to visit and was bullshitting with Gautam when they entered. Akash rose to give Koyel his seat. Gautam sat behind his big oak desk, now cleared of the mountain of papers, thanks to Koyel , and handed Sidharth an envelope filled with money. But he did not have another envelope for her. "Since you started this week, I'll pay you next week," he explained with his semi-toothless grin. "I usually hold a week's pay in advance."
"Is there any way you could give me an advance?"
Gautam looked over to Akash standing behind Koyel 's chair. He gave Gautam a slight nod. "I think we can arrange that. How much do you need?"
Koyel looked down and hesitated, building courage to spit out the amount -- "4000/-."
"4000/-? You didn't make that much this week." He pulled his calculator over from the edge of his desk and punched numbers into it. "You worked three days, which only comes to 3900/-."
"I know," Koyel whined like a little lady . "But they cancelled my car insurance."
Gautam leaned back in his torn leather chair, his beady eyes darting around the room as he thought. The lady obviously had financial problems that could work to their advantage. If her car insurance was cancelled, she was likely late on other bills as well. Keeping her indebted to them while still in need of money would offer even more leverage with her.
"But you already owe 2,8000/-. I can give you 2000/- now and 2000/- next week. Will that help you out?"
It wasn't as much as Koyel needed, but she could at least start paying some of her bills. "Thank you, Gautam . I appreciate this."
******CHAPTER 8********
The second week went as smoothly as the first for Koyel . Friday afternoon arrived. A white clock with black hands and Roman numerals on its dial hanging on the wall behind the counter read 3:00 on its dusty lens. It was a slow afternoon with not much for her to do. She eagerly waited for 5:30 to arrive so she could go home and be with Amit . They had a lot of bills, but also planned dinner and a romantic evening together with some of her pay.
Sidharth looked at a small, black digital clock sitting on top of his tool cabinet in the garage. It read 3:00 as well, but in bright red numbers. Akash 's truck pulled up the driveway and parked next to Koyel 's Honda. Sidharth heard the crunch of his steps in the gravel get louder as Akash approached. Akash walked over to Demon and Savage first, kneeled down and petted the dogs. "Hello pouches, you're good lady s," he cooed.
"Right on time," Sidharth remarked.
Akash stood and came over to him. "Are you ready?"
"I've been ready, man. My balls hurt they're so full of cum."
"Good boy," Akash replied with his gold and white grin. He empathized with the kid, but Sidharth 's situation was enviable; soon he would experience the most pleasurable relief imaginable, well worth the discomfort and wait. "I know you're pretty experienced with lady s, but don't fuck this up. We're playing head games with her also. If it feels good to her physically she will likely feel guilty and confused afterwards. So once you get that thing in her, take it easy and let her body get used to it. I doubt she's ever taken a cock as large as yours before. Start with slow, easy strokes, pay attention to her response, and try to make her cum a few times before shooting your first load."
Sidharth didn't need the advice. He had been fucking lady s since he was 13 years old and had developed an art in lovemaking which he refined over the years. He could finesse any lady . His unusually large penis seduced every female he managed to get it into. He only needed to get inside Koyel . But after listening to Akash anyway, he strolled out to the front gate and clanked it closed. The thick steel chain rattled as he wrapped it around the metal poles and snapped its padlock shut. He made his way over to Demon and Savage and released them from their chains. It was time to go inside.
Koyel sat in the waiting area reading an article in People magazine about Kanye West and Kim Kardashian. Unlike the couple in the article, she preferred a suitor from her own race, and wasn't into the whole interracial thing or darker complexioned men.
"Have a nice weekend," Sidharth 's voice said. She looked up and saw Sidharth with his keys in one hand and a white envelope in the other.
"Hey, what do you mean have a nice weekend? It's only 3:15. We don't close until 5:30."
"Gautam left already and told me to close up early."
Koyel didn't see Gautam leave, but she hadn't seen him in the building in a while either. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked, looking greedily at the envelope containing Sidharth 's weekly salary.
"Yea, I got it from Akash . He's in Gautam 's office now."
Koyel 's eyes lit up with excitement over getting paid and starting the weekend early. "Oh, I better go get my pay too before Akash leaves."
"Okay, see you Monday. I'm out of here," Sidharth replied giving Koyel an unusual smirk.
Sidharth watched Koyel head toward Gautam 's office, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Fortunately she hadn't looked down or she would have noticed his Black monster trying to force its way out of his coveralls.
Contd .....
The map on Koyel 's iPhone screwed up and brought her to the wrong place, making her late for another job interview. She was lost. Her eyes quickly scanned the phone's tiny screen and then refocused on the road. The old pickup truck in front of her had come to a stop. She was going to run into it. Koyel 's foot stomped the brake pedal. She veered to the right. The Civic screeched but didn't completely stop until colliding with Akash 's old truck.
"Shit!" Koyel exclaimed as she came to the realization she was at fault in this accident. She couldn't afford a penalty or the higher insurance costs that would result. After a moment, Koyel took a deep breath and finally unclenched her fingers from the steering wheel, bracing herself before looking at the damage.
As Koyel got out of her car, the other driver, a tall, strapping, black man in his fifties, climbed from the old pickup truck she had just ran into. He looked like a body builder, huge muscles in his chest and arms bulging beneath his shirt. Koyel surveyed the damage as the black man approached: a dent on her left fender and some of her car's paint on the truck's rear bumper which was badly bent. She looked up at the black man towering above her.
"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" she asked.
Everywhere Koyel went, she captured eyes. Men and women desired her, invoking jealousy in wives and lady friends.
Akash hesitated before answering, carefully considering his words as his eyes feasted on the petite, white lady with black hair and blue eyes standing in front of him. She was a young, slender beauty -- couldn't be more than 32 years old, he thought -- with a nicely curved ass, perky tits, and fine facial features. He noticed the small engagement ring she wore.
"I'm not sure," he replied rubbing the back of his neck and examining his rear bumper, which had been banged up pretty good from a previous accident. The thin metal of her fender couldn't possible bend the thick steel of his bumper like that. But there was no way a young, dumb lady like her would know that. Besides the small scuff mark, she hadn't really caused any additional damage to his already smashed up truck. "It looks like you messed up my bumper and your fender. My neck is hurting some too. Do you have that cell phone you were using when you ran into me handy so we can call the security officer and file an accident report?"
Koyel fetched her phone and did something very unusual for her, she started crying. Usually strong and self-confident, everything seemed to be going wrong lately. she was unemployed, unable to pay her bills, and now faced a big, fat penalty for careless driving and much higher insurance costs. It was a stretch financially with Amit 's small paycheck before, but now they certainly couldn't make it.
Akash watched tears flow down Koyel 's face. Her hands nervously trembled holding the phone that got her in this mess in the first place. "Why are you crying like that?" he asked.
Between sobs Koyel explained her situation, "I'm going to get another penalty and I won't be able to afford insurance. We'll never be able to have a child."
Her crying aroused Akash with thoughts of stuffing his gigantic, black cock into her tight, young twat -- of pumping her little pussy full with his potent cream and putting a black baby in her white belly; but she was too distraught to notice the large bulge forming in his pants.
The two sat on the curb of the lonely stretch of highway, just outside of town, surrounded by empty fields. Tall blades of grass waved in the warm summer breeze, early morning dew drying from them. An occasional car or truck whizzed by.
"Wait," Akash said placing his hand over Koyel 's phone so she couldn't finish her call to the security officer. "Perhaps we can work something out where you won't get a penalty and your insurance won't go up. I hate to see two young people start out with such hardship," Akash explained now driven by appetency greater than greed.
"Really?" Koyel sniffled, her eyes red a swollen.
"Sure, I have a friend who can fix that dent and I can probably set you up with a job. Let me see your phone."
Akash was moving fast on Koyel . Before she had the chance to even consider his offer, its potential costs, his ulterior motives, he took the phone from her hands and called his friend: "Hi Gautam , it's me, Akash . I need to call in a favor, buddy. I'm on Highway just east of town. A Honda Civic ran into me and the owner needs her car towed to your shop and repaired."
Koyel 's jaw dropped. The damage to her car didn't look that severe to her. "I think I can drive it," she said.
Akash held up his finger gesturing for Koyel to wait until he finished the conversation on her phone. "Okay, we're on the side of the road."
"It's not that bad. I can drive it." Koyel repeated when Akash ended his phone call.
She was right. Her car was perfectly drivable. But Akash knew women were easily deceived when it came to cars and mechanical issues and she didn't need to know how minor the damage to her car actually was. "Are you serious? You can't drive your car with that dent in its fender. It's unsafe like that and you'll ruin your tire when you make a left turn."
Koyel started crying again, "But I can't afford a tow truck or repairs."
Her tears caused Akash 's penis to fill with more blood, making his erection even harder. "It's either this or we file a security officer report and get the insurance companies involved. Gautam owes me a few favors and he does nice work. Let's see how bad your damage is when he gets your car back to his shop. I bet he can fix it for less than your deductible. I guarantee he will cost a lot less money than if you take your car elsewhere."
"I don't know about this," Koyel replied. "I just don't have the money."
"Well you need to make a decision now while I can still call Gautam back and cancel. It's not fair to make him come all the way out here and then for you to change your mind. Either way you're going to need a tow truck. But at least my way your insurance won't go up and you'll avoid getting a penalty . I am just trying to help you out."
Koyel felt confused. She wanted to ask her husband , Amit , what to do, but he wasn't supposed to get phone calls while at work and she didn't want to upset him with more bad news.
Akash sensed Koyel 's hesitancy, but the dark, primitive compulsion sparked by Koyel 's tears and originating from his swollen penis had become stronger than his urge to breathe; like a high pressure salesperson, he pushed to close the deal before she backed out.
"It may not cost much, if anything at all, since Gautam owes me. If money is that much of a problem now, I'll vouch for and you can pay them back later," he added.
A lot of people owed Akash favors for things he provided to them. Akash had dabbled in a number of illicit businesses.
"Okay, I guess," Koyel answered.
CHAPTER 2
Gautam pulled up in a rusty, old tow truck that looked like a bigger heap than Akash 's pickup. Akash stood up and ran to meet his friend, leaving Koyel sitting by herself on the curb. Gautam , still in his truck, lowered his window as Akash approached.
The two black men chatted like good friends, occasionally glancing her way and laughing, but Koyel couldn't hear what they were saying to each other from her distance and over the chugging of Gautam 's truck. She watched Gautam -- a wiry fellow with short, kinky, white hair atop his head -- hop from his truck and briefly examine the damage to her car. He shook his head disapprovingly and then proceeded to attach her disabled vehicle to the winch. Next to his huge friend and the heavy equipment he operated, Gautam appeared slight. The two men walked over to Koyel after hooking up her car.
"It's a good thing Akash stopped you from driving your car like that," the old black man said. He grinned as if thinking about something funny -- his smile containing dark gaps where teeth were missing -- and added, "I'm Gautam ."
"Hi Gautam , I'm Koyel . Thanks for helping me out. Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost?" the lady asked, her pretty, blue eyes still pink and puffy from crying earlier.
"It's hard to tell just yet. Until we get that fender off, there is no way to know if any underlying damage to the frame occurred. Don't worry about that now. Akash says he'll vouch for you."
Gautam turned to Akash and continued, "I'll take her car back to my shop now and get Sidharth working on it. Unless he finds major damage to the frame he should have it drivable later today. The rear bumper on your truck looks like it needs some work too."
"Okay," Akash replied. "We'll take care of my bumper later." He then explained to Koyel , "You'll ride with Gautam . I have some business to do and then I'll meet you at his garage."
As Akash opened the passenger door for Koyel , it sounded like it shrieked in pain, its rusty hinges arthritic joints forced to move. After Akash helped her into the truck's filthy cab, Koyel sat in the tattered seat and watched the old man pull himself up into the truck. She could tell it was becoming a struggle for him as he aged.
Gautam waved to Akash as he drove away with Koyel beside him and her car attached to the back of his truck. His admiration for Akash reached an all-time high. Koyel 's beauty was even more striking close up; and her presence brought some life to his long dormant cock, which twitched slightly each time his eyes took in more of her lovely, model-like features.
After Gautam and Koyel headed to Gautam 's shop, Akash went to seek medical attention for back and neck injuries he had just sustained. His story would be that the late model, blue Honda Civic Koyel drove had left the scene. If turned in, say by the shop that repaired her car, Koyel would be charged with felony hit and run.
CHAPTER 3
It didn't seem to take this long to reach them after Akash called Gautam on her phone; but Koyel was upset and not paying attention to time. Gautam drove slowly and took a detour back to his garage while uneasiness festered in Koyel . She had never spent much time around black people and the old man's body odor added to her discomfort. His eyes kept wandering up her legs and staring at her breasts each opportunity he got to take them off the road. The more she thought about it, the more precarious her situation appeared. But she couldn't just demand for him to stop and give her car back. She felt paralyzed by an inability to act and sat silently as Gautam drove to their destination -- wherever that was.
Gautam 's garage sat in a part of town where white folks were rare and Koyel had never visited before. Her fear subsided some when they arrived. In five hours Amit would be off work; she planned to call him and let her husband know what had happened and where she was.
Gautam 's place looked more like a junk yard than a repair shop, with cars and their parts strewn about in overgrowth and a tall chain-link fence with barbed wire on top surrounding the property. Two large Doberman Pinschers with spiked collars around their necks, appropriately named Demon and Savage, ran to Gautam 's truck as it pulled up the driveway. They angrily barked and snarled at Koyel when she opened her door. Koyel froze with fear.
"Demon... Savage: heel!" Gautam thundered in a tone that didn't match his stature and sounded like it came from a big, Nazi drill sergeant. The dogs cowered to his feet. "Get out of here you mangy mutts!" he yelled. At his command they scurried away like scared puppies. Koyel suspected the dogs reacted that way from cruel treatment. In a volte-face, Gautam politely smiled and helped her from the truck.
They walked into the garage where the smell of oils and solvents hung in the air as thickly as Gautam 's body odor in the truck. A young, black man, around Koyel 's age, dressed in denim coveralls with grease stains on them, worked under a car on the lift. Gautam barked like one of his excited dogs, "Sidharth , bring this young lady's car in here and get to work on it right away. She was just in an accident, and needs it fixed now."
From his broad shoulders, Sidharth 's lean body narrowed down in the form of a "V" with muscular pecks, biceps and buttocks his baggy coveralls poorly concealed. He performed quick repairs and quick paint jobs on cars. He also dismantled a few stolen automobiles for Gautam who used them for parts. Sidharth didn't ask questions, but somebody made his boss more volatile than usual. He looked over to his boss yelping and saw a beautiful white lady . "Wow" he muttered under his breath, his mouth forming a smile of bright teeth that contrasted his dark skin. His eyes black like obsidian lit up at the sight of Koyel .
CHAPTER 4
Koyel sat in a waiting area that consisted of a table and several plastic chairs in the corner of a small room. A number of disgusting lady ie magazines -- Hustler, Barely Legal, Oui, and Penthouse -- covered the table and momentarily brought back the uneasy feeling she had experienced while riding in Gautam 's truck. A layer of filth deposited over the years from the bottoms of mechanics' shoes darkened the white terrazzo floors worn by traffic. A television that only received one boring channel was mounted to the wall. With nothing to read and her cell phone out of charge, Koyel passed the day in the dirty waiting area at Gautam 's garage watching stupid shows on the television.
Sidharth started working on Koyel 's car. The damage was minimal but his boss explained the situation. Sidharth would have it fixed late that day -- after Akash returned -- even though it could be repaired sooner. Except for the dent in her fender, her car appeared immaculate inside and out. Even the contents in her glove box were neat and organized as he went through them curious of her personal life. He found the papers from the dealer where she purchased the car in an envelope: a bill of sale and completed credit application. She lived in a nice part of town and had just turned 21-years-old, a year older than him. Sidharth believed cars resembled their owners. He imagined Koyel looked as flawless under her clothes as her car looked under its hood. A lady perfect as Koyel was as easy to win as the lottery. But Sidharth couldn't help fantasizing about taking Koyel for a spin, and putting his piston in her well-oiled cylinder anyway.
A service counter with a cash register and telephone sat at the far end of the room where Koyel waited. A door behind the counter led to the garage. The door opened and Sidharth came in pretending to look for something. From this location the young stud had a perfect view of Koyel as she watched the television. Her silky, black hair , the color of shiny rust, flowed down to her shoulders. Her shapely breasts were not excessively large, but filled her white blouse nicely. Her tight, black skirt, which reached just above the knee, revealed a slim waist and long, smooth legs she kept crossed. But her face was indescribably beautiful with large, luminous, blue eyes that looked like they belonged to a cat, high cheek bones, a little nose, a narrow chin, and full lips. Sidharth stood undressing Koyel with his eyes, imagining her naked like the models in the porno magazines on the table -- magazines he took to the bathroom and wacked his monster sized penis off to three times a day. Sidharth 's cock got hard as he stared at Koyel . He had broken up with his lady friend over a month ago and was tired of jerking himself off.
Gautam walked from his office down the short corridor to the waiting room and saw Sidharth leering at Koyel and grabbing his coveralls to adjust his very large penis. "What are you looking for?" Gautam asked, knowing good and well what Sidharth was up to.
"I'm looking for the keys to her Civic," Sidharth nervously replied.
"I gave them to you, cretin! Get back in that goddamn garage and get her car fixed." Gautam barked.
Although Koyel disliked Gautam 's tone, she was thankful he chased the guy away. She pretended that she hadn't noticed Sidharth staring at her, but from the corner of her eyes she saw his blurry image standing there grabbing his crotch. The entire time she had concealed how uncomfortable he made her feel. She never had an interest in black men before, and certainly didn't have one now. She was off the market to all men
But now instead of the young guy, the old pervert ogled her for several minutes. At least Gautam didn't keep obnoxiously grabbing his penis like Sidharth had done.
The old man could no longer get full erections, at least not without help from blue pills. However, the sight of Koyel made more blood flow into his dusty prick without Viagra than it had received in a long time, which rekindled Gautam 's memories of youth. How he wished he was a younger man again. Like Sidharth now, at one time he could get boners from a simple breeze. Gautam thought how this gorgeous, white chick must be torture for the poor kid.
The phone rang, diverting Gautam 's attention. "Gautam 's Garage," he answered.
"Don't say my name," Akash 's voice carefully instructed him from the phone. "I'm at the hospital and the security officer are taking a report. They already took a paint sample from my bumper but I didn't give them her license plate number or description. Make sure you keep her there until I get back."
"Sure, we can take care of that for you," Gautam said with that same funny grin he gave to Koyel when he introduced himself to her -- the one that exposed his missing teeth, a semi-toothless grin. "Bring her in and we'll fix her up. We're open late tonight."
Gautam hung up the phone and went down the corridor back to his office -- probably to look at some nasty magazines, Koyel thought.
By five-thirty Koyel 's car still was not finished. She was about to ask if she could borrow the phone so she could call Amit to pick her up when Akash walked in.
"They finish your car yet?"
"No," Koyel replied shaking her head.
"Gautam ?" Akash yelled down the hall. "What's up with her car?"
Gautam emerged from his office, "Let me go check."
He went out to the garage and for a few seconds, only Akash , Koyel , and an awkward silence filled the room. Unlike the other two guys, Akash knew how to work a lady like Koyel . He knew not to come on too strongly at first and to wait until the time was right and her defenses were down. He checked Koyel out without her realizing it.
"Okay, he's finishing up right now," Gautam explained coming in from the garage holding paperwork for the repair. "Let's go back to my office and hash this out."
The apprehension Koyel had experienced off and on throughout the day -- when she had ridden in Gautam 's truck, when she had noticed the hardcore, pornographic magazines on the table, every time Gautam and Sidharth had taken turns ogling her, when Sidharth had fondled his crotch and Gautam had given her his semi-toothless grin -- returned again like bad indigestion. Yet her conscience compelled her to follow Gautam down the hall with Akash close behind her. They had given her a tow, repaired her car, trusted her to pay them back without getting insurance companies or the security officer involved. Now it was time for her to return their good will, Koyel thought, ignoring the anxiety she felt in her gut.
Gautam 's office appeared neater and cleaner than the rest of his business, but was still beneath Koyel's standards. Half of his large, oak desk was covered under a mountain of papers: old receipts and letters, statements from his banks and creditors, and utility bills that he let pile up. Every six months or so, when he got around to it, he went through it all, filed the important stuff, and threw away everything else. And then like a volcano made of papers, it would re-form.
To her relief, Koyel didn't see any erotic magazines in his office. But her suspicion had been correct nonetheless -- he had hidden them in his desk.
Two antique chairs made of oak with a dark, worn finish faced the desk. Everything in this place: the waiting area, the customer service counter, the terrazzo floors, Gautam 's oak desk and the chairs across from it, seemed to display the same depleted look that could almost pass for a purposefully planed motif, which of course it was not. Koyel sat in one of the chairs, but Akash remained standing beside the other. Gautam sat in a torn, but comfortable leather chair facing the two.
"There was some damage to the frame of your car which Sidharth repaired," Gautam explained. "We also replaced your fender and painted it. Since I'm doing this as a favor for Akash , I'm only charging 2,8000/-."
Koyel looked at Akash , her eyes welling up again. "I don't have 2,8000/-. I don't even have a job right now."
"Now take it easy, madam" Gautam said. "Akash is vouching for you. But you need a job to pay us back and it just so happens that I need someone at the customer service counter to answer the phones and ring up customers. I'm willing to pay you 6000/- per week cash under-the-table. You can probably pay the entire bill off in three months."
Koyel didn't feel comfortable with this proposition. The money was enticing but the way Gautam and Sidharth both looked at her gave her the willies.
"Uh, I'm not sure. Can I think about it for a day or two?" Koyel asked.
Akash again detected her hesitancy. He knew she needed money. They were close to a deal and he didn't want to use his trump card, the hit-and-run felony charge yet.
"What are you not sure about?" Akash chimed in. "That's a damn good deal – 6000/- under-the-table. If she doesn't want the job, I'll take it, Gautam ."
The two men laughed and Koyel gave a nervous giggle. She felt pressured.
"I'll tell you what; you seem like a well-spoken young lady that will bring some class to this place. I'll go to 6500/- per week, but that's my final offer."
"Wow," Akash remarked.
This all seemed so similar to when Koyel sat in the car dealership negotiating for the Civic. But 6500/- per week was a lot of money, at least to her. Her car payment was a month behind, her auto insurance premium was past due, and she needed to pay Gautam back. Again her conscience helped in her decision. Akash had been kind. The security officer would have given her a penalty for careless driving and her insurance would have gone through the roof since this was not her first accident.
"Okay, Mr. Gautam , I'll work for you."
The three of them smiled and laughed again, Gautam with his semi-toothless grin and Akash with several gold crowns on his teeth. Gautam quickly handed her a paper to sign. "It's just saying the service was performed to your satisfaction and you agree to pay us for the work performed," he still chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye. Koyel signed it.
The three men waited behind and gathered in Gautam 's office after Koyel went happily on her way, in her perfectly repaired Civic, back to her husband .
"Okay, Gautam , how much did the repairs really cost?" Akash asked.
"Maybe 8000/- if we had used new parts. But I had a fender lying around from another Civic that went through the chop shop a few months back." Gautam then asked Sidharth , "How many hours you work on her Civic today?"
Sidharth shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe four hours total."
"Yea, and that's including all the time you spent trying to get a sniff of her pussy." Gautam quipped. "This kid must have blue balls. Since he broke up with his lady friend a month ago, he's been jerking off three times a day, and that's just when he's here at work. At most the repair cost 2000/- with his labor included."
Akash sat stroking his chin pondering his scheme. He ran multiple scenarios through his mind, his thoughts sharper, more rational, with Koyel now gone along with the throbbing erection her tears had brought him. As badly as he had wanted to fuck Koyel , it would not be prudent. It would be far too incriminating if he had sex with and possibly impregnated the same person who committed the hit and run on his truck. On the other hand, it would be quite plausible to a judge and jury if Koyel initiated sex with Gautam , or better yet, Sidharth , in exchange for fixing her car so the security officer wouldn't find out. Of course he hoped they would not have to turn her in. Hopefully, Koyel would acquiesce and let Sidharth stick his cock in her. Sidharth was closest to Koyel in age, and had the fewest ties to Akash , making him the best candidate for the privilege of fucking her. "How would you like to have a white lady friend?" Akash asked Sidharth .
Sidharth 's eyebrows raised, his big, white teeth revealing themselves in his grin. "You mean that hot, white chick whose car I fixed today?" he asked incredulously.
"Who else have we been talking about, stupid?" Gautam interjected.
"Shit yea!" Sidharth replied.
"Listen, you can't jerk off anymore. Do you understand?" Akash asked. "We can't risk you going soft on her when she fights it, and she will fight it, at least the first few times."
Sidharth nodded in reply.
"She starts tomorrow which is Wednesday," Akash said to Gautam . "Don't pay her until next Friday after we have a little chat with her and Sidharth fucks her."
The three men sat quietly for a few moments while Akash looked up and stroked his chin more in further thought. Akash understood the female psyche more than most men. She had chosen a mate in her husband and she might not be on the pill since they were getting married soon. When he had spoken with her after the accident, Koyel gave Akash the impression that she and her husband would immediately try to start a family. Her primal female instincts would fight to protect her precious eggs from all except him.
"Do you use condoms with your lady friends?" Akash asked Sidharth .
"Not unless they insist," Sidharth responded. "It doesn't feel as good with them."
"I'm with you on that," Akash said patting Sidharth on his back. "Do you want to use them with Koyel ?"
"Not if I don't have to. Why?"
"I don't think she is on birth control since she is married . If that's the case and you want to enjoy her bareback, you better convince her from the very start that you've had a vasectomy; otherwise she will never let you near her without a rubber. A lady like Koyel doesn't get pregnant out of wedlock or illegitimately. It will just make things easier if you tell her you got a vasectomy after knocking up a few lady s and your done having children."
Sidharth thought about what Akash said. "That's not too far from the truth, at least the part about knocking up a few lady s, but this is a different situation. She is not like the lady s in the hood. What if she really does get pregnant?"
"No, she is nothing like lady s from the hood. That's why you must absolutely convince her you're safe. She is married. If she gets pregnant she will think the baby is her husband's, which it may be. Being her baby's daddy, though, would have benefits if you wanted to stick around and be with her." Akash beamed, "If not, you'll have plenty of time to skip town."
The conversation made Sidharth hard. He reached down and repositioned his cock. Already his huge testicles ached. It would be a long ten days, but that white lady would be worth every moment of abstinence.
"Goddamn that's a huge black snake," Akash commented. How do you keep that thing inside your pants?"
"I tuck it down my pants leg." But hard-ons are a bitch."
Gautam interjected: "What the hell do I get from all this?"
"What do you want out of it?" Akash inquired.
"I want 500/- from the kid every time he takes a go at her and I want to watch too."
"Let's start out with the 500/- and you can drill a hole in the wall to watch," Akash joked. That work for you, Sidharth ?"
Sidharth nodded.
If all went as planned, each of the three men would now get something they wanted: Akash , half the money Gautam received from Koyel and half the money Gautam received from Sidharth and whatever funds he might be able to scam from his own insurance; Sidharth , a beautiful white lady to regularly fuck; Gautam , cheap help, eye candy, and live peep shows. Koyel would be working for far less than she realized paying them back a good chunk of her salary for something she never received. Gautam anticipated getting much of Sidharth 's paycheck back every week in fuck fees. They all would win something at Koyel 's expense.
"One more thing," Akash added. "The two of you need to be a little less obvious leering at her. We need her defenses down and the element of surprise when we make our move."
Koyel got home late but in wonderful spirits. "Hi honey," she said falling into Amit 's arms and giving him a great, big kiss.
"Somebody's in a good mood," Amit replied. "I was worried about you. I tried calling but it went immediately to voicemail."
Koyel 's smile lit up the room. "My cell phone was dead. But I've got good news."
"What?" Amit inquired. The job hunting clothes Koyel wore gave him a hint.
"I got a job," Koyel lilted, her big blue eyes sparkling as Amit looked into them.
"That's wonderful!" Amit cheered with a big smile of his own. "Where did you get a job?"
Koyel left Amit 's embrace, put down her purse and picked up the mail sitting on their kitchen table. "At a place called Gautam 's Garage."
"What are you doing at the garage? I didn't know you knew how to work on cars."
"I don't, silly. I'll be answering their phones, dealing with their customers, and taking care of their paperwork," Koyel replied, shuffling through the stack of envelops comprised mostly of overdue bills. "No checks from Publisher's Clearinghouse yet," she joked. Amit didn't respond to her dry humor.
"How much are they paying you?"
Koyel stared at one of the envelopes in her hand from her auto insurance company -- a cancellation notice -- while thinking for a moment, and didn't immediately respond. She decided not to upset Amit by telling him she had another accident. Since Gautam was paying her cash under-the-table, she could pay back the loan, 2000/- a week, without Amit knowing about it.
Koyel looked up at Amit who she always found somewhat attractive, but lacked the build and muscles the black men she met today displayed. She wasn't marrying Amit purely for great looks, or for money, neither of which he had in abundance. She was marrying him because they were kindred spirits who transcended physical attraction. "They're starting me at 4500/- a week, but cash under-the-table."
"so much cash, no taxes, isn't too bad. Where is this place? I've never heard of it."
Koyel put the stack of envelopes back down on the table. Tired of wearing heels and sitting around in business attire all day, she wanted to change into something comfortable. "In gurgaon," she replied heading toward their bedroom to change.
Amit followed her. "I haven't been there before, but I don't think that's a good area."
"It's fine," Koyel sighed, the energy and enthusiasm from when she first came home now drained from her.
Amit watched his husband undress in front of him. She turned around and faced him in her white panties and bra made of lace, her black hair , but shiny, flowing down to her shoulders and her limpid, blue eyes staring into his. There weren't enough adjectives to describe her beauty.
She didn't want to answer any more questions. "Come here and make love to me," Koyel said.
Amit quickly took off his clothes and joined her in bed.
They kissed and hugged and touched each other's bodies in special places until the time arrived to enter her. Koyel had just stopped taking birth control pills so she would be ready when they were married to make children with Amit . She gently reminded him to put on a condom. Amit fumbled to put the latex sheath over his member, a barrier between them that prevented their complete intimacy. He missed the feeling of his penis in direct contact with Koyel 's vagina. He looked forward to their wedding, to the rubber barrier coming off and to their reunion once husband and wife.
Friday arrived. Koyel drove her Civic through the open gate with barbed wire on top of it. Demon and Savage, chained to the front of the garage, lay panting next to their water bowl. The dogs growled at Koyel a little less viciously as she exited her car and walked inside. Over the past few days they became more familiar with her, although she still couldn't approach them.
Things seemed to be going well for Koyel . She kept busy mostly answering the phone and helping Gautam with all his papers that needed filing. Each day she felt a little more comfortable here. The lustful stares she had thought Sidharth and Gautam were giving her when she first met them no longer occurred. She began to wonder if perhaps she had misconstrued their looks because she had been so upset. She strolled over to the waiting area. Someone replaced all the lady ie magazines with issues of Time, People, and Better House Keeping.
Sidharth came in from the hot garage to cool off a few minutes and sneak a few peaks at his future lady friend's tight ass as her back was turned toward him arranging the magazines on the table. He imagined bending her over Gautam 's desk and feeding her tight twat the full length of his beefy, Negro sausage. Blood quickly rushed to Sidharth 's penis. It had been three days since he last masturbated and his large balls grew heavier by the day producing more sperm. He changed his thoughts to his grandmother to control his urges.
Koyel turned around. "Hi Sidharth ," she said, her gorgeous, bright smile illuminating the room as she greeted him, her luminous blue eyes drawing Sidharth into them like an object falling to earth.
"Hello, Koyel . What's up?" The erection in Sidharth 's pants began returning and grew more unpleasant as he resisted moving his cock to a more comfortable position while in front of her.
"Hey, Sidharth ," Koyel asked drawing closer to him, her voice getting lower, "When do we get paid today?"
As she came closer, his erection grew harder, his discomfort approached pain. "We usually get paid when Gautam closes shop." Sidharth answered. At that moment he ached to release his cock and bury it inside Koyel , to hold her naked body squirming against his, explore her mouth with his tongue, and fill her with his cum. Instead he gave a boyish smile and went back to the hot garage to cool off.
They closed shop. Koyel and Sidharth went into Gautam 's office. Akash had stopped by to visit and was bullshitting with Gautam when they entered. Akash rose to give Koyel his seat. Gautam sat behind his big oak desk, now cleared of the mountain of papers, thanks to Koyel , and handed Sidharth an envelope filled with money. But he did not have another envelope for her. "Since you started this week, I'll pay you next week," he explained with his semi-toothless grin. "I usually hold a week's pay in advance."
"Is there any way you could give me an advance?"
Gautam looked over to Akash standing behind Koyel 's chair. He gave Gautam a slight nod. "I think we can arrange that. How much do you need?"
Koyel looked down and hesitated, building courage to spit out the amount -- "4000/-."
"4000/-? You didn't make that much this week." He pulled his calculator over from the edge of his desk and punched numbers into it. "You worked three days, which only comes to 3900/-."
"I know," Koyel whined like a little lady . "But they cancelled my car insurance."
Gautam leaned back in his torn leather chair, his beady eyes darting around the room as he thought. The lady obviously had financial problems that could work to their advantage. If her car insurance was cancelled, she was likely late on other bills as well. Keeping her indebted to them while still in need of money would offer even more leverage with her.
"But you already owe 2,8000/-. I can give you 2000/- now and 2000/- next week. Will that help you out?"
It wasn't as much as Koyel needed, but she could at least start paying some of her bills. "Thank you, Gautam . I appreciate this."
******CHAPTER 8********
The second week went as smoothly as the first for Koyel . Friday afternoon arrived. A white clock with black hands and Roman numerals on its dial hanging on the wall behind the counter read 3:00 on its dusty lens. It was a slow afternoon with not much for her to do. She eagerly waited for 5:30 to arrive so she could go home and be with Amit . They had a lot of bills, but also planned dinner and a romantic evening together with some of her pay.
Sidharth looked at a small, black digital clock sitting on top of his tool cabinet in the garage. It read 3:00 as well, but in bright red numbers. Akash 's truck pulled up the driveway and parked next to Koyel 's Honda. Sidharth heard the crunch of his steps in the gravel get louder as Akash approached. Akash walked over to Demon and Savage first, kneeled down and petted the dogs. "Hello pouches, you're good lady s," he cooed.
"Right on time," Sidharth remarked.
Akash stood and came over to him. "Are you ready?"
"I've been ready, man. My balls hurt they're so full of cum."
"Good boy," Akash replied with his gold and white grin. He empathized with the kid, but Sidharth 's situation was enviable; soon he would experience the most pleasurable relief imaginable, well worth the discomfort and wait. "I know you're pretty experienced with lady s, but don't fuck this up. We're playing head games with her also. If it feels good to her physically she will likely feel guilty and confused afterwards. So once you get that thing in her, take it easy and let her body get used to it. I doubt she's ever taken a cock as large as yours before. Start with slow, easy strokes, pay attention to her response, and try to make her cum a few times before shooting your first load."
Sidharth didn't need the advice. He had been fucking lady s since he was 13 years old and had developed an art in lovemaking which he refined over the years. He could finesse any lady . His unusually large penis seduced every female he managed to get it into. He only needed to get inside Koyel . But after listening to Akash anyway, he strolled out to the front gate and clanked it closed. The thick steel chain rattled as he wrapped it around the metal poles and snapped its padlock shut. He made his way over to Demon and Savage and released them from their chains. It was time to go inside.
Koyel sat in the waiting area reading an article in People magazine about Kanye West and Kim Kardashian. Unlike the couple in the article, she preferred a suitor from her own race, and wasn't into the whole interracial thing or darker complexioned men.
"Have a nice weekend," Sidharth 's voice said. She looked up and saw Sidharth with his keys in one hand and a white envelope in the other.
"Hey, what do you mean have a nice weekend? It's only 3:15. We don't close until 5:30."
"Gautam left already and told me to close up early."
Koyel didn't see Gautam leave, but she hadn't seen him in the building in a while either. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked, looking greedily at the envelope containing Sidharth 's weekly salary.
"Yea, I got it from Akash . He's in Gautam 's office now."
Koyel 's eyes lit up with excitement over getting paid and starting the weekend early. "Oh, I better go get my pay too before Akash leaves."
"Okay, see you Monday. I'm out of here," Sidharth replied giving Koyel an unusual smirk.
Sidharth watched Koyel head toward Gautam 's office, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Fortunately she hadn't looked down or she would have noticed his Black monster trying to force its way out of his coveralls.
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