Adultery Rich girl Jyoti Ruined& Reduced to a Low Class Common Whore

[RRahul]

 


Tring tring tring tring
Jyoti- “hello”
Imran- “hello madam”

Jyoti- “hello, who is this”
Imran- “madam, pehchana nehi, mai Imran…. Aapse baat hui thi kuch dino pehle”
**when you call a girl you absolutely don’t know make it seem that she has called your first.

Jyoti- “really par mujhe toh yaad nehi, kis topic pe?” (really, I don’t remember, regarding what?”




Imran- “madam maine aapko book kiya tha, aur aapne aaj ka time diya tha, customer toh ready hai” (madam, I had booked you, and you had given today’s time, customer is waiting)




At this point Jyoti was slowly starting to get what this guy was hinting at.
Jyoti- “Kaisi booking, kaisa customer?! What nonsense?!” (What booking, what customer?! What nonsense)




Imran- “oye zada chilla mat, advance diya hai tereko, agar nehi aa sakti toh seedhe seedhe bata de aur agle hafte aakar paise lauta dena” (hey you! Don’t shout, I’ve given you an advance, if you can’t come then be frank and tell me, come here next week and return the money!!!)
Saying that he hung up.
Jyoti- “hello hello hello…..” That rascal!...





Jyoti was very angry from the call, she had never ever in her life been talked to like this. But at the same time this rough and rustic treatment was turning on something inside of her, she felt a itch between her legs and dampness she seldom did. But she ignored it for then and continued with her daily activities.





As more and more days passed, she couldn’t stop thinking about that man; his confidence, his rouge attitude, his finesse and roughness drove her wild. This was the first time she had been put in her place, never before had a man talked to her in a high tone let alone treated her like a common street whore, she wanted more. She called up that number again and after a few misses (because as I mentioned in part I she used delete boy’s phone numbers when she was done with them and ignore them, so when they used to call on her mobile the numbers used to get stored in received calls because the phone software used to pick up the calls and leave a tone, “the number you have called doesn’t exist”….. okay anyways after a few tries she finally managed to dial his number.





(trrring triiiiiggggggn trrrrrring trrrrrrrrinng)
Imran- “hello”
Jyoti- “Hi”
Imran- “kaun” (who)
Jyoti- “Jyoti this side”
Imran- “kaun Jyoti” (Who Jyoti)



*This got her blood even more pumping because she expected boys to remember her name, how she looked, how big her boobs were, how wide her ass were…. And what she liked for lunch (because they’d be the ones spending money on her).




**by this time she had also realized that this guy knew only very rudimentary English so she started trying speaking in Hindi, but after years of an elite aristocratic background she was actually very poor in Hindi.
Jyoti- “aapne call kiya tha na uss din” (you called me that day)
Imran- “kab kiya theek se bata, busy hu main” (when did I call, tell me clearly, I’m a busy man)




Jyoti- “arre uss din jab aap mujhe koi customer ke bare me bata rahe the” (oh, that day when you were telling me about a customer)
Imran- “accha accha accha arre sorry madam mujhe wrong number laga tha, woh koi aur Jyoti thi” (ok ok ok, I remember, I’m sorry madam, it was a wrong number, that was a different Jyoti)
Jyoti- Accha toh wrong number me bhi Jyoti kaise aa gayi??? (Ok, so how could you be looking for Jyoti and dialed the number of a different Jyoti)




*Imran thought for a moment, the bitch had got her, but the truth is that such incidences did happen to him in the past to he replied promptly.
Imran- “woh kya hai na madam, humko number bahut saare sources se milta hai, kisike mobile me aapka aur dusri Jyoti ka number raha hoga, usne hi galt number de di” (what happens is that I got the number from someone who must have also had your number and gave me the wrong Jyoti’s number)




*Jyoti thought that my god, who could have my number and this other girl’s number as well, who is it that I know! But she also became comfortable knowing that if anyone in her friend’s circle was using this guy’s services it must be safe.



Jyoti- “Accha theek hai, toh yeh batao, aapke idhar hota kya hai” (ok tell me, what goes on inside your place)
Imran- “wahi madam jo aap chaho” (whatever you want madam)
Jyoti-……………………..
Imran-“waise agar aapko dekhna hai toh aap idhar aakar dekh legie, mai aapko address sms kar deta hu” (if you want to come and see for yourself you’re welcome I’ll sms the address on your number)


Jyoti-…………….
Imran- “theek hai madam toh mai rakhta hu, kaam bahut hai, mai aapki rah dekhunga, bye” (ok madam, I’ll hang up now, I got lots of work, I’ll be waiting for you…. Bye)







Before Jyoti could say anything Imran disconnected the call, she was dumbfounded with this guy’s smoothness, he was rough but that also had a suaveness to it, it oozed confidence, just like her pussy was oozing juice now. She had only felt this way very few times in life; when her father introduced her to business tycoons or film stars who came to his house or office, and here she was feeling the same for this guy, who she didn’t even know. She kept waiting for his sms telling her the address of her place; she kept her phone with her and looked at it many times during the day. 



Even during dinner she kept checking her phone many time for his sms, her father told her many times not to sms while eating but little did he know his darling daughter had other plans. Disheartned she went to bed thinking that he might have forgotten and that her curiosity will end here, or she thought that why not again call him tomorrow and ask him for the address.
In the morning a pleasant sound woke her up, it was the sound of her message ringtone, she knew it in her heart that it was Imran, she checked her message and her sleepiness evaporated. 



The message read as follows;
“Xxxxxxx Hotel,
GB. Road,
Paharganj.
Madam plz come before 1pm”




Now Jyoti was a South Delhi girl, *South Delhi is the best and most posh locality of Delhi known for its expensive and decadent night clubs, and restaurants* she had no Idea about where this “Paharganj” place was *Paharganj is the locality of the New Delhi Railway Station, it’s a mix of lower middle and lower income semi-industrial areas with urban slums and people of disrepute. It’s the first place where most migrants into the city stumple into for lodging or employment. It’s also home to GB Road, the only surviving red light district of Delhi.* She thought to herself where is this place, but then she looked at the clock it was already 9am! She didn’t have any time to waste, now imagine this a girl who would give guys a time for a date and be hours late or not show up at all was rushing herself for this low class unknown man, such was his mastery over women.






 She went downstairs and after brushing her teeth, she took a long shower with warm water and expensive soaps and shampoos. She also shaved off all her leg and pubic hair as was her routing every 3dys giving her body a milky shine. It was like a gift she was readying for this unknown man. After the bath she was having breakfast and called Murad, her driver/ bodyguard into the dining room. Murad showed up in his uniform and she handed him the mobile and told him.





Jyoti- “yeh address pehchante ho?” (do you recognize this address?)
Murad- *he read 2-3 lines of it in his mind and became dumb founded* this was Imran’s address!!! Than he remembered what Imran had told him a week ago, to not worry and give him time to sort this out.
Jyoti- “kya hua? Jante ho kya” (what happened? Do you know or not?)
Murad- *he was shaken to his senses and replied* “ji madam janta hu” (yes madam I know)



Jyoti- “area kaisa hai? Mere ek friend ne bulaya hai, uska birthday party hai” (how’s the area? One of my friends has called me for his birthday party)


Murad- “accha area hai madam, middle class, sharif” (it’s a good area madam, middle class and decent)
Jyoti- “theek hai gari saaf karo mai aati hu” (okay, clean the car and I’ll come)



Murad left, he tried hard to hide his happiness, there was a smile on his face and spring to his step. He went and gladly cleaned the car both inside and out, he also applied perfume to the inside as if he was preparing his bed for his wedding night. About 10mins later Jyoti came to his car. He was dumb founded. She looked like a proper Delhi “tota” “maal” (all derogatory words for a hot woman). He had seen her many times before in provocative dresses but this time was completely different. It’s like seeing a tasty food served to others in a reataurant and knowing that you will be served the same, it just increases the apetitie. She was wearing an outfit considered normal by any standards but when you have assets like Jyoti even the most sobre of dresses become a spectacle of vulgarity.






She was wearing a light green top which was nearly transparent, it was so light, her boobs were looking like headlights, and it hugged the curves around her waist as if to invite any hot blooded male to go ahead and claim her. She was wearing only light jewelry, a thing necklace and earrings which made her look like an aristocrat and on the bottom she was wearing tight and fitted jeans which was showing off her thunder thighs and ample ass. Murad stood out and as usual opened the rear door for her, and as she walked past he glanced at her perfect ass, it looked absolutely massive, this was extenuated by her jeans. Two great mountains separated by a deep valley, like two massive gel bags, so big that they wouldn’t fit inside your palm. But Murad snapped out of it, he didn’t want to risk anything. As soon as she sat down, he gently closed the door.





 Then he got an idea, he had told her that the areas was good but wouldn’t she see it on her way there and raise suspicion. *If you have ever been to Paharganj and especially GB Road even before you are near it you’ll notice that something is wrong. It’s like a little piece of hell in the middle of Delhi. Druggies passed out in abandoned urinals, rickshaw pullers, hawkers, people spitting, garbage, pimps trying to solicit customers, prostitutes calling customers from the windows, pan shops selling pan, ciggerettes and condoms, etc.* So now Murad devised a plan he told Jyoti, “madam aaj bahut dhoop hai, mai shades laga deta hu”, Jyoti listened to him but didn’t say anything, it was common for her to ignore Murad. So he went and got out 4 shades from the back and put them around the already tinted windows so that she’d have absolutely no clue of the outside, this and her wearing sunglasses made her virtually blind to the outside world. This was fitting because it was an indication of her future to come.






Murad used a shortcut to reach the hotel on GB Road, it took around 30mins, and looks like luck was favoring him as there was virtually no traffic. When he reached near the hotel he was amazed at the arrangements that his pimp friend Imran had made. He had the area cleaned of pan stains and any garbage and he had also kicked out the vegnabonds, druggists, and junior pimps from the street. It was looking like a decent place, this was all in welcome for the special guest. So Murad stopped the car and said, “madamji aagaya” (madam, we’re here) while pointing to the hotel. She took off her sunglasses and looked out of the tinted window but made no attempt to open the door to get out, how could she? She never opens doors for that she has scores of servants. Well no problem for Murad, he jumped out of his seat and rushed to the back seat and opened the door for his darling madam. As she got up he could smell her expensive perfume, mixed with the natural scent of her body, it was maddening. Murad’s cock was about to rip his pants but he held his cool. 







Murad held the umbrella for Madam as he walked her into the hotel (it was more like a lodge), many people who have known Murad as a local ruffian, gunda, and enforcer were surprised to see him hold an umbrella for this buxom uptown slut but they didn’t dare say anything nor did Murad care, only he knew that this buxom milky slut was walking into a trap set by two tigers. As they walked into the lodge, he could see that his pimp friend Imran really made an effort to clean up the place it was looking spotless. Then he was giggling to himself that how much time and money he spend on this place he was going to extract every paisa (a denomination of Indian currency where 100paisa = 1 Rupee) with interest from this whore. Okay so she approached a man behind the counter who was a balding man wearing a dirty yet presentable shirt. She asked him, “bhayyia yeh xyz room number kidhar hai?” (brother, where is this xyz room) the man, who was reading a newspaper put it aside, looked at her top to bottom stopping to appreciate her assets and told her, “madam 3rd floor, first door to the right, next to the fire extinguisher” now Murad knew right away that so much detail meant only one thing that his friend Imran had collegeed this fellow into sitting here and just directing this whore towards his open mouth. 



Because there wasn’t any receptionist in this lodge, the place where this fellow was sitting was a counter to give receipts when one wants to use the sluts. *in GB roads only 2 of the kothas (whore houses) the author knows of are legal, if you go there, you will have to give money and get a token then go to the whore, when there you have to pay the whore tips also* So she was satisfied with the arrangement and after walking a few steps towards the steps she turned around almost so rapidly that Murad bumped into her milk tankers and she pointed to a sofa and said, “driver yaha wait karo, aggar mai phone karu toh upar ana” (driver wait here, only come up if I call you) saying that she gave him a Rs.500 note for snacks or anything he’d want. So Murad took his seat on the sofa, normally he’s be really angry at this behavior but he wasn’t this time because he knew the trap that was being set up. He went and took his seat on the sofa *by the way the sofa is real and so is the lounge, it’s used by guests who are waiting their turns to go fuck, they have token in hand, waiting for a room to get entry so that the y can go in. And in the meanwhile various snacks are sold* Jyoti was standing at the base of the stairs contemplating her next action, she was afraid but also curious about this man…. She took a long breath and began to climb up one stair at a time…. Both Murad& the receptionist were watching her climb up, first her jiggling boobs which were moving up and down like jelly and then her massive ass swaying with every step she took, the meat was going into the lion’s mouth… when she had climbed up two flights of steps and was beyond audible range Murad spoke to the receptionist.






Murad- “kaun hai be tu” (who the fuck are you?)
Receptionist- “Mera naam Wasim, paan bechta hu samne, Imran bhai ne lagaya hai iss kaam pe, pure Rs.2000 pe” (I’m Wasim, I run the paan shop outside, Imran has given me this task for Rs.2000)
Wasim- “yeh chinaal kaun hai” (who is this whore?)




Murad- “Jyoti naam hai iska, aur kuch nehi bataunga” (Her name is Jyoti, I wont tell you more)
Wasim- “accha theek hai, kitne saal ki hai?” (Okay fine, how old is she?)
Murad- “yehi koi 18-19” (about 18-19)


Wasim- “accha kitne baccho ki maa hai?” (how many yids does she have?)
Murad- “bhai ek bhi nehi shaadi bhi nehi hui, chudi bhi nehi” (none, she’s not even married, she’s still a virgin)




Wasim- “Oye Bahenchod! Bacche bhi nehi par iske doodh dekh, gaand dekh jaise fatne ko hai” (holy fuck! Not even one child but look at her boobs, look at her ass, they’re about to explode)


Murad- “bhai chinta kyo karta hai….. Imran bhai fad hi daalega aaj” (bro what are you worried about Imran will do just that today)




Wasim- “Sahi bola chod chod ke kachumar nikal dega iss chinal ka” (you’re right, he’s going to fuck the shit out of her) saying that he grabbed the remote and pressed a button and amazingly the view from the CCTV outside Imran’s room was visible they were just in time as Jyoti had just reached.





Both Wasim and Murad were watching with great interest and grabbed a beer each. Jyoti had reach the front door of xyz room no. She had never climbed 3 flights of stairs, her rich self was always used to elevators, AC and lifts, but now she was in the lion’s den and curiosity drove her further. She paused for a little while, took her purse and pulled out a hanky, she wiped off the sweat and look at herself at the mirror, she adjusted her top, her boobs were almost translucent from the sweat, little beads of sweat had formed on her neck which looked like pearls…… She paused for a bit, took a long breath, put her hand on the door knob and pressed down…. All her life was about to change, the opening door was about to open a new dark chapter in her life……….