22-03-2019, 02:53 PM
He walked to a table on the other edge of the seating area, even farther away from me and sat down. The nondescript guy, presumably his cleaner, followed him. The boy turned and started walking to the dhaba. I looked at him questioningly and he nodded and held his hand up, signaling me to wait. He walked to the old man who was now cooking, spoke to him for a minute, and then started walking towards me with a glass of tea.
"Thank you." I gladly wrapped my cold fingers around the hot cup and took a sip.
He stood there looking uncomfortable.
"Did you talk to them about giving me a lift?"
"Do you want something to eat?"
"No. So did you ask them or should I?"
He sat down next to me looking very guilty.
"What is it?" I asked.
"You have to believe me. It wasn't my idea."
"What wasn't?"
"I told them memsaab will give you 2,000 rupees if you give her a lift to Meerut."
"That's fine." I said, relieved. "Don't worry about the money."
"It's not that." he said, scratching the table with his fingers.
"Then?"
"They....well..... Daddu told them."
"Daddu told them what? Ohhhhh...." I understood what he was trying to get at.
"They want to fuck you too."
I sat there stunned. I looked at the two men. The driver was just sitting there with his eyes closed. The cleaner kept looking at me every few seconds and smiling. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this. Once was an aberration enough. With a cute cocky little guy I could keep in line. These were two rough looking truckers. Then again, these were two rough looking truckers. They were eating from the plates Daddu had brought out for them.
For the next twenty minutes, I stared at the table and at the stars above me, struggling with my emotions. I weighed the decision morally, careerwise, and sexually. There were so many reasons not to do it that they outweighed the only real reason to do it. The cleaner guy stared at me more and more blatantly, making a few weird gestures once in a while. The burly driver kept his attention on the food.
They finished their food and got up. Then they started walking into the woods with the boy. The boy gestured with his eyes to follow them. At this point, I had more or less decided not to. Screw the Meerut meeting. But as I saw the men, real men not boys, saunter off in the direction of the cabin, my legs moved on their own and I started following them. I walked into the fog.
Soon I was in the now familiar hut again. The driver was sitting on the cot, cleaning his teeth with a toothpick. The cleaner was standing by a wall staring at me blatantly. The boy, perhaps still guilty about getting me into this predicament, was standing outside deferentially.
"Name?" the driver looked at me nonchalantly and asked in a gruff voice.
"What difference does it make?" I shrugged.
"Hmmm." He seemed satisfied with that.
I stood inside by the cardboard door, and thought about chickening out at the last minute. If I did, would they let me? These were two strong men who had me alone at their mercy in the middle of nowhere. If I refused, they could just force me to do it. Would they have? I'll never know. But at that moment, I was doing my best to rationalize my actions.
"Thank you." I gladly wrapped my cold fingers around the hot cup and took a sip.
He stood there looking uncomfortable.
"Did you talk to them about giving me a lift?"
"Do you want something to eat?"
"No. So did you ask them or should I?"
He sat down next to me looking very guilty.
"What is it?" I asked.
"You have to believe me. It wasn't my idea."
"What wasn't?"
"I told them memsaab will give you 2,000 rupees if you give her a lift to Meerut."
"That's fine." I said, relieved. "Don't worry about the money."
"It's not that." he said, scratching the table with his fingers.
"Then?"
"They....well..... Daddu told them."
"Daddu told them what? Ohhhhh...." I understood what he was trying to get at.
"They want to fuck you too."
I sat there stunned. I looked at the two men. The driver was just sitting there with his eyes closed. The cleaner kept looking at me every few seconds and smiling. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this. Once was an aberration enough. With a cute cocky little guy I could keep in line. These were two rough looking truckers. Then again, these were two rough looking truckers. They were eating from the plates Daddu had brought out for them.
For the next twenty minutes, I stared at the table and at the stars above me, struggling with my emotions. I weighed the decision morally, careerwise, and sexually. There were so many reasons not to do it that they outweighed the only real reason to do it. The cleaner guy stared at me more and more blatantly, making a few weird gestures once in a while. The burly driver kept his attention on the food.
They finished their food and got up. Then they started walking into the woods with the boy. The boy gestured with his eyes to follow them. At this point, I had more or less decided not to. Screw the Meerut meeting. But as I saw the men, real men not boys, saunter off in the direction of the cabin, my legs moved on their own and I started following them. I walked into the fog.
Soon I was in the now familiar hut again. The driver was sitting on the cot, cleaning his teeth with a toothpick. The cleaner was standing by a wall staring at me blatantly. The boy, perhaps still guilty about getting me into this predicament, was standing outside deferentially.
"Name?" the driver looked at me nonchalantly and asked in a gruff voice.
"What difference does it make?" I shrugged.
"Hmmm." He seemed satisfied with that.
I stood inside by the cardboard door, and thought about chickening out at the last minute. If I did, would they let me? These were two strong men who had me alone at their mercy in the middle of nowhere. If I refused, they could just force me to do it. Would they have? I'll never know. But at that moment, I was doing my best to rationalize my actions.
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