Misc. Erotica The Exploitation of Innocent Sonal - by hornynri

[ray.rowdy]

Sonal followed the woman along the deck towards the other side of the ship, and then down the stairs. She swiped her card in a slot, opening a door that said "Authorized Personnel Only". Sonal followed her to a room which looked like an office. It was empty.

 

"Please have a seat. Raul will be with you shortly." the woman said and left Sonal in the office. There was a big mirror on one wall, which Sonal stared at for a while. Then she looked around the office. It had a table, two chairs, a couch, and a couple of shelves and closets. Pretty basic.

 

"Hmm you're here." Raul said as he walked into the room carrying a folder. He dropped the folder in front of her. "Here. You have to sign wherever there are small x's."

 

Sonal picked up the folder and opened it. It had a 25 page document with a lot of legal mumbo jumbo.

 

"What is all this?" she asked.

 

"It's like a contract plus agreement plus waiver. Just to make sure no one breaks any laws or sues anyone." Raul said curtly and started reading the paper. "You can read it if you want."

 

Sonal looked at the thick pile of papers. It would take her at least an hour to read it all.

 

"I'll just sign it." she said, and started leafing through the paper, looking for the x's and signing. Raul said nothing as she signed her name in about fifteen different places before she got done. He then picked up the folder, made sure she had signed everywhere, and put it in a drawer. He then walked to a closet and opened it.

 

"So what will you wear?"

 

"Excuse me?" Sonal asked.

 

"You can't wear a t-shirt on top of this."

 

"Why not?"

 

"Well, for one, people throw all sorts of stuff at you...booze, juice, what have you... your pretty dress will get ruined and soaked. So none of the women wear their actual clothes. We give them something to wear. Whatever they want. Shorts, skirts, jeans, and of course, our standard t-shirt."

 

"Oh."

 

"And secondly, it will look fucking lame!" Raul growled.

 

"What?" Sonal was surprised at the sudden change in his tone and the unnecessary use of profanity.

 

"It. Will. Look. Fuckkkkkking. LAME!" he yelled and closed his eyes.

 

And immediately regretted it. Raul had been under a lot of stress. And he always had a short fuse. Arranging this cruise had meant long hours. He had already gotten reprimanded for yelling at one of his colleagues. The last thing he needed was one of the guests complaining to his manager. he had better say sorry and tell her she could wear the t-shirt over her sari if she wanted. He opened his eyes and was about to apologize when,

 

"Ok." Sonal meekly said. She was not used to being yelled at. And his outburst had scared her.

 

He looked at her, doing his best to conceal his surprise. He had expected Sonal to get pissed off, walk out and complain to his manager. He had taken out his frustration with the day on her and she'd be well within her rights to tick him off. Instead, the woman standing in front of him had a flushed face, and was almost shivering with fear. Well, this was interesting.

 

"So you agree with me?" he asked.

 

"If you say so." Sonal said, staring at the floor.

 

"You will wear what I ask you to?"

 

"Okay."

 

He looked at her again carefully. She was a very pretty woman. Women this pretty are usually arrogant. This one seemed almost....pliant. Gorgeous and pliant. She would look good soaking wet in skimpy clothes. His dick twitched a little at this gorgeous Indian beauty on the stage.

 

"Now, we need to figure out your size so we can give you clothes accordingly." he said and next said something that was on his mind without even realizing he was saying it. "Take your clothes off."

 

"Er....what?" Sonal said, not sure if she had heard him right.

 

Raul himself was surprised at having said that. He expected her to get angry now. But instead she just stood there, quivering and staring at him. He had a decision to make. Should he take a chance and see how far he could push her? In a split second, he decided, why the hell not? If she got upset and walked out, so be it.

 

"I don't have all day, dammit!" Raul said loudly banging the closet for effect. Sonal felt her heart skip a beat at this outburst of anger. "Take off this weird fucking thing you're wearing! I need to see how you fucking look without it so I can decide what to fucking put you out there in."

 

"I...I can't. Please." Sonal said, almost on the verge of tears. Why was this man, who had been so nice on the ramp, being so mean to her?

 

Raul looked at her flushed face, and almost felt a pang of regret at what he was doing. But then the sight of her gorgeous body, evident even under the sari, made him take another chance.

 

"You can't?" Raul took a step close and whispered sinisterly. "You bitch! I did you and your worthless husband a favor by letting you on the cruise for free. So you would be part of the entertainment. And I, as the entertainment manager, need to make sure what I am putting it out there is quality."

 

Sonal just stared at him, shivering.

 

"Now, you signed that contract." Raul had a brainwave and bluffed. "That makes you contractually obligated to me, like an employee. I am like your boss. If you disobey me, that's breach of contract. Sure, you can walk out of here. But I will sue you and your husband for breach of contract. And damages. Punitive."

 

Raul tried to remember the legalese jargon he had heard on TV shows and movies.

 

"And I am sure the bailiff and the jury will see this as an open and shut case. Our company could be awarded...." Raul plucked a number from the air, "Five hundred thousand dollars."

 

If Sonal was scared so far, hearing this absolutely petrified her. She had heard horror stories about American lawsuits. And she had signed a contract. How would her husband react if she was the reason he had to pay a decade's worth of salary in damages?

 

"Please...please don't do that."

 

"Well, if you listen to me, I won't need to." Raul couldn't believe his luck. She had actually bought his bullshit story!

 

"Okay."

 

"Now, will you take this off yourself or SHOULD I?" he yelled the last portion, making Sonal cower in fear.

 

No one, not her father, not her husband, not her teachers, had ever yelled at Sonal. She had always been an obedient and well-behaved girl. So she felt flustered at Raul hollering at her angrily. And was terrified by his legal threats.

 

"No, I'll....I'll do it."

 

Sonal slowly started unwrapping her sari.

 

"How long does it fucking take?" Raul said, standing right next to her. Her flat stomach came into view as did her dainty collarbones as she unwrapped the sari.

 

"It's nine yards." Sonal said, again bothered by his gratuitous use of profanity.

 

"I don't care if it's fucking 9 miles. Get it off." Raul felt silly acting this rude, but it had worked so far, so why change course?

 

Sonal took off the sari completely and stood there in her blouse and petticoat.

 

"Tits look nice. Whats the size?"

 

"What?"

 

"Listen bitch." Raul stepped closer and pulled Sonal's hair. "Does your husband have half a million dollars lying around?"

 

"No!" Sonal said, trying to free her hair from Raul's grip.

 

"Then you fucking do what I say. I say jump, you ask how high. I ask your tit size, you fucking tell me!" he pulled her hair harder.

 

"34D!" Sonal yelled and Raul let her hair go.

 

"34D? I don't believe it. Show me."

 

"What?"

 

"There you go again with the "what". Do you enjoy being yelled at or having your hair pulled? Is that what gets you ticking?"

 

"No."

 

"Then show me those tits. And take off this long skirt thingy too, so I can see how your ass looks without all those layers."

 

This time, Raul was sure he had gone too far. There's no way she would put up with this. But he was delighted to be proven wrong as Sonal's hands went to her blouse.

 

Reluctantly, she unbuttoned her blouse and kept it on the chair. She then took off her petticoat, folded it and put it on the chair too. And stood there in just her bra and panties, hoping he would not ask her to take anything else off.

 

"Hmmm." Raul said staring at this hot Indian woman standing in his office in only her underwear. He had a stern expression on his face, but inside, he was delighted and laughing happily. Even in his wildest dreams, he had not expected this traditional woman to be so obedient and compliant of his demands. And now that she was in listening mode, he wanted to see how far he could push her before she retaliated.