30-03-2019, 02:25 PM
Part 18
Rakesh lead them to the rear and they all moved into one of the family booths.
Riya was not very hungry, and every time she made eye contact with one of the guys he would look at her chest grin at her, making her feel sick. She simply stared at the Formica tabletop.
Rakesh ordered alu parantha for everyone. There seemed to be only two guys working in the dhaba, one cooking and another serving.
"Well," Rakesh said after giving their order. "Let's see what we can do to spruce Riya up." He slid out and stood up. Still holding the bikini and the make-up bag, he offered Riya his free hand.
She took it and slid out.
A couple of the men at the counter watched the two of them as they got out together, their eyes on the itsy-bitsty bikini top Rajesh was holding.
Rakesh lead her into a narrow passage to the left of the cooking area. They came to a door that said "toilet" in hand painted letters in Hindi and English. Someone had marked an erect penis on the door.
Rakesh looked at it and smiled.
"Do you think whoever had written this was expecting you?"
Riya looked at the floor.
Rakesh opened the door and looked inside.
"Before you go change, let's get you looking good," he smiled. He motioned to Riya to go inside into the room.
She stopped and stared through the open door.
"Please...I can’t go in there..." she said.
"Come on Riya, don't make a scene, or I guarantee we are going to have good crowd in here too."
She realized he was right, and reluctantly walked in.
To the right along the wall was a counter with a sink in it with a dirty mirror mounted above it. To the immediate left there were a urinal and toilet with a broken door. The pungent smell inside assaulted her nose.
Rakesh lead her towards the sink. He stationed her in front of the mirror and opened up the little bag.
She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her eyes were red and puffy from weeping. Then her gaze fell on her dress and she noticed the outlines of her nipples through the T-shirt, reminding her of her humiliation an hour ago. She felt like crying allover again.
Rakesh took out some tissues from the bag. He rolled them into two wads and wetted one under the tap.
"Come here," he said.
She turned to face him.
"Close your eyes."
She did.
He gently pressed the cold wad of tissue over her eyes.
She gasped a little at the coldness.
Her full lips parted slightly.
She felt uncomfortable with his nearness. She suddenly remembered how his palm rested on the side of her right breast at the old building. She felt aware of her breasts now covered by just the thin T-shirt. She wondered if he was staring at them. Besides, at any minute someone could come walking in. She tried not to think about it.
Rakesh dabbed both of her eyes, and then just held the cold wad of tissue in place for a few seconds over each eye. He then wiped away the moisture with the dry tissues.
She felt his hand move her chin.
"Now, keep your eyes closed," he said.
She heard him fumble around in the make-up bag. He pulled out a liquid eyeliner.
"Now keep still," he said.
He pointed the tip of the brush into the corner of her left eye and painted a thin dark line across the edge of her upper eyelid, just along the line of the lashes. He then did the same for the other eye.
He waited a moment, letting it dry.
"Here, put some of this on," he said, handing her a lipstick.
She took it and noticed it was one of Kiran’s. It was a dark red.
She was stunned at the effect the eyeliner had. It made her look like a model, more like an FTV model.
Quickly, nervous that someone would come in, she rolled out the stick and began to put on the lipstick on her full lips, struggling to do it as un-suggestively as possible.
"Great," said Rakesh, staring at the result. Her full sensuous mouth seemed even bigger with the efect.
He took away the lipstick.
"Here's the finishing touch," he said and handed her the mascara.
"Look," he said, "it's the waterproof kind, just like the eyeliner."
She almost stopped to ask him why. Why he was being so cruel to her. She'd never done anything to him.
She decided against it. She wanted to get out of the stinking room. She took a deep breath and applied the mascara.
"Now turn to me, let's see."
Anxious to get out, she did.
Behind Rakesh, she could see the urinal against the wall, reminding her where she was. She wanted to run. She stood there holding her hands together in front of her chest.
Rakesh held up her little bikini. The straps dangled down.
"Why don't you change into this?"
Wanting to get out the revolting room as quickly as she could, she moved towards him and began to reach for it. He pulled it away as she got close.
"Why don't you change right here."
Her heart sank.
She felt her resolve weakening.
"Pl...please let me go into the toilet and do it..."
"I'll tell you what," said Rakesh, "you are going to put it on right here. There is nothing under there that I haven’t seen already, is there?" he asked teasingly looking at her T-shirt.
"Pleeeeeease....what if someone comes in?"
"Come on, Riya, or our food is going to get cold."
"Please...."
"Now, you give me the T-shirt," Rakesh continued, ignoring her plea, "and I'll give you the bikini top."
She realized there was no way out.
Her eyes nervously looked to the door.
"The sooner you change..."
She looked at him again. He smiled at her.
"Come on."
She reached down and gripped the bottom of the T-shirt, and slowly pulled it up, up over her trim stomach.
Her big nude breasts popped free. They rose up on her chest as she pulled the shirt over her head. She pulled it off and held it in front of her with one hand, and held out the other hand.
"Toss it over," said Rakesh.
She stood for a moment, and then lobbed the shirt to Rakesh. She crossed her arm over her chest.
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Part 19
Just then, the door opened suddenly, and in walked one of the truck drivers. He was in his fifties, and had a large pot belly that stretched the buttons on the front of his dirty shirt.
"Oui! What is going on here...." he said, taken aback.
Instinctively, Riya turned towards the wall, covering herself with her hands as best she could. Still, ample amounts of breast bulged through her slender arms.
"My friend Riya here wanted to change," Rakesh told him casually, "but we couldn't seem to find another room."
The driver stood mesmerized by the sight in front of him.
He took a deep drag from the beedi hanging from his mouth. His eyes squinted slightly. Riya felt her blood race through her heart.
"I hope you don't mind," said Rakesh with a smile.
"Oh, No, puttar." he replied. He looked back at Riya cowering in the corner. "You are very lucky." He smiled, showing several gaps in his teeth. "And I guess, so am I." He laughed.
They both laughed and just stared at her like they were waiting for something to happen.
"Rakesh, Please...please can I have the top..." asked Riya, trying to sound calm.
Rakesh didn't move.
Neither did the man.
"Puttar," said the driver, "mere kehne ka bura naa man na. You are indeed a lucky one. Her fruits look very, very ripe."
Rakesh looked at him and nodded.
"They are." he replied.
They both looked at her again.
"Show our friend how ripe they are, Riya," said Rakesh finally.
"Please...." she felt panicky.
"Riya," continued Rakesh, "what happens when you don't follow instructions?"
She didn't respond.
"What happened earlier today when you didn't follow instructions?"
She couldn't speak. She realized what he wanted her to say - to say in front of this gross man. He wanted her to admit that she'd been spanked, spanked like a child.
"Riya? What happened?"
She stood there, mortified.
"A...a...s… spanking..." she finally uttered, almost choking on the word.
"That's right," Rakesh said. "Now do you want another one, right here?"
"NOOOOOOOO...please..."
"I didn't think so."
The driver figured that some game was going on here, but wasn't sure what it was. He decided to hang around and see how it develops.
So, he just kept staring at Riya’s chest.
Riya began to panic.
"Now show our friend here how ripe your tits are."
Her eyes darted back and forth. She was trapped, and she knew it. Slowly, her hands began to drop, and her ample breasts came into view.
"HAAAAAIII RAAAAMM..." exclaimed the driver.
She had to bit her lip to keep from pulling her arms back up.
"Step forward, Riya," said Rakesh.
She took a step away from the wall.
"Now put your arms behind your back."
She looked worriedly at Rakesh, and then at the driver. Slowly her arms moved around her back, to the back of her @jeans. Her wrists crossed over each other above the back belt loop. She felt horribly vulnerable, the whole front of her body
exposed.
"Now, jump up and down for us," said Rakesh.
Oh God.
How could he ask such a terrible thing.
"Please don't ask me..."
"Come on," Rakesh clapped his hands together.
Riya made a little jump, her breasts bounced up and down.
"Come ON," Rakesh clapped his hands together again.
Reluctantly she started to make little jumps.
"Higher!"
She began to jump up and down, making her large charms bounce and flop around in all directions.
Rakesh moved closer and watched.
The driver did likewise and looked as if he is on the verge of passing out. He reached down and rearranged the crotch of his trousers to accommodate his raging hard-on.
"Ripe, aren't they?" said Rakesh at last.
The driver could barely speak. He just stood rooted to the spot. He had trouble breathing normally. "Uuuuhhhhhhnnnhhhh" was all he could muster to say.
"Okay, you can stop," said Rakesh finally.
She put her hands up to her face, covering her breasts with her arms. She fought back the urge to cry. She had never been so humiliated in her life. She had never even imagined such humiliation was possible. Rakesh handed her the little bikini top.
"Here, put this on," he said.
Quickly, she turned her back on them and began to put the bikini top on. She tied the back, and began to reach around the back of her neck.
"Here, let me help you," said Rakesh.
He reached for her shoulders and turned her so that once again she faced herself in the mirror, with him standing behind her. He gripped the two strings attached to the narrow strips that went over her nipples and fastened behind her neck.
He began to pull them taught, so that they fit snuggly over her breasts.
He pulled tighter, causing her boobs to bulge out below and at either side of each side of the top. It made it look several sizes too small.
"There we go," he said.
She couldn't look.
"Now, let's go eat our paranthas" he said.
He took her hand, and led her out.
The driver went back to his buddies.
Riya felt as if everyone in the dhabha stopped and stared the moment she walked in. It was like time suspended. The five or six men seated that the benches literally stopped and stared. Whatever they were eating, their jaws stopped chewing.
She could just imagine what they were thinking.
She could feel the tightness of her top, pulling around her neck, mashing her boobs. She'd seen it in the mirror. It made her breasts look large, bulging out from all sides.
She stared at the floor as Rakesh led her by the hand back to the booth. He motioned her inside, and she silently slid in down the bench seat.
"Wow, what a difference," said Jeet.
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Part 20
She wasn’t hungry.
She kept staring at the parantha on her plate.
All the while, she could feel their eyes on her bulging breasts. She struggled not to cover them with her hands.
Why is this happening to her? Was it any of her fault?
"Come on, eat, Riya," said Rakesh.
"I.. I'm not very hungry," she replied.
She looked at Ajit and Jeet. They were busy eating, chewing, like animals. But they still stared at her as though it were her that they were eating. She quickly looked back down.
"You have to eat your food, Riya," said Rakesh. He smiled, "or you will have to be punished."
She heard the guys giggling.
Riya felt the tears well up, and she began to cry. This was the most horrible situation she could imagine. Here she was, sitting in a crappy roadside dhabha practically naked, her breasts almost totally visible to anyone who wanted to look. She was on display, like a poster on the wall.
A sob escaped her brightly painted lips as she remembered having to jump up and down in front of that disgusting man in the toilet.
She was so degraded.
"Knock it off, Riya," said Rakesh, obviously growing weary of her tears. He handed her a napkin, "or I'll do something for you to really cry about."
And being treated like a five-year old made it even worse.
She stopped crying and dabbed at her eyes with the napkin.
"It was very thoughtful of Kiran indeed, to pack the waterproof make-up." Jeet made a wise crack.
The guys laughed.
She looked down at the paratha and broke up a piece.
She started eating.
"There, that’s like a good girl," said Rakesh.
The serving guy came back to the table. She looked at Riya with thinly veiled lust.
"Some more ice water, please." asked Rakesh.
He returned back with a jug and started filling up the glasses.
"Can you just leave it?" asked Rakesh.
"Jee," he replied.
The disgruntled server sauntered off, clearly not happy. He wanted to hover around to enjoy the site of the almost topless girl.
After a few minutes, Riya noticed the driver from the toilet. She could feel him stare across. She thought about what he'd seen. She felt sick again.
She noticed him lean over and talking to the other men. One by one, she could see out of the corner of her eye, the men were looking over at her. She tried to concentrate on her food.
The guys at her table were now talking among themselves, and she hardly heard a word they said. She just tried to eat.
After a moment, she saw the driver get up and approach them.
Her stomach tightened.
"Puttar," he said to Rakesh. He pointed back to the other men at the counter.
"I was just telling my friends about, about...and...well,, they don't believe me."
Rakesh looked up at him impassively, drawing on the straw of his lassi. He turned and looked at Riya.
Riya could feel the butterflies in her stomach.
"Well," Rakesh replied, smiling back at him. "I wouldn't believe you either."
They all laughed.
The driver laughed back, showing his yellowed teeth.
"I tell you what," he continued, "Its just us friends around here. Now my buddies here will give hundred rupees each for a look like I got."
Rakesh looked at him for a moment, and then turned to look at Riya.
She felt the adrenaline.
"How about two hundred rupees each?" said Rakesh.
The driver hesitated looking at his friends, then nodded his head in agreement.
They were talking about HER! Rakesh and this man were talking about her like she wasn't even there.
"That's another thousand bucks towards our trip," said Rakesh.
She didn't respond.
"Please...don't..." she finally whispered. She stared at the table top. She couldn't look up.
"You wouldn't mind helping for the trip would you Riya?" Rakesh asked.
"Please...No...."
There was a moment of silence.
They all looked at her. She felt as if the world was swirling around her. She stared at the table top.
"Riya here is kind of reluctant, shy" said Rakesh, "but I know she wouldn't want to disappoint her fans." He looked over at her.
She didn't move.
"May be," he continued, "she feels that ticket rate is too less, considering that SHE is going to be the STAR of the show. Riya! would two hundred and fifty rupees per ticket be OK!"
The guys all laughed.
"Noooo...that's, not..." her words were drowned out.
The driver motioned to his friends, who quickly gathered around the booth. They moved faster than if someone had dropped a grenade.
"Bantha," the driver said to one of them, "go and get Satpal, will you".
"Oh, my God..." Riya looked at Rakesh, her eyes welling up with tears. "Please, no..." It was all she could say.
"We got to help you with this shyness," he replied with a smile. "It's no big thing."
Riya could hardly breathe she was suddenly so nervous. The men were all gross, all looked like slobs to her. They stared at her, almost literally drooling. They were all so gross.
The one called Banta came back, followed by the huge, fat, greasy looking cook in his late fifties. He had on a filthy armless banian that showed wads of back and gray hair on his chest. He had an even dirtier cotton towel wrapped around his girth. He took one look at Riya and smacked his lips.
"Just a minute," he said, quickly moving towards the entrance, like he had a winning lottery ticket, "let me lock the front door."
Rakesh got out from the booth.
"Step back friends," he said, waving his hands, "let's give our star some room to perform."
Tarun, Jeet and Ajit all moved out of the booth while the men formed a loose semi-circle.
Part 21
Rakesh reached his hand out for Riya.
She just sat there, visibly paralyzed.
"Satpal," said Rakesh to the cook as he approached them, "do you have a spatula?"
"Uh, Haanji, lekin kis liye..." the cook replied, perplexed.
"Would you mind getting it for me?" asked Rakesh. He turned to face Riya sitting in the booth. "You see sometimes Riya here needs a little persuasion..."
Satpal hurriedly ran back to the kitchen area.
Riya looked up suddenly as though she'd been slapped. Oh, please, not again, she thought. She began to feel lightheaded.
"Come on…" Rakesh reached his hand out to her again.
She didn't have to hear it twice.
She reached out for his hand. He dragged her out of the booth.
As she stood up, Riya looked even more statuesque, and her large, smooth breasts straining even harder against the bikini top. They looked slightly tanned from the exposure to sun earlier in the day.
There was a murmur of appreciation.
Standing up made her even dizzier.
Satpal returned with a spatula. There were a row of large holes cut into the flat blade part. The front edge and one of the sides was blackened and warped from use.
Riya stared at it.
Rakesh took it and put it down on the bench. He sat himself up on the edge of the bench they'd been sitting at, facing the men. He reached out and took Riya's arm and pulled her to him. He turned her around so that her back was in front of him, and so that she too was facing the guys with her bottom pressed against his chest. He straddled her legs with his thighs.
Rakesh reached behind him and took the ketchup bottle from the table, and reached around the front of her body. He placed the bottom of it against the front of her @jeans. It stuck out like an red, erect penis.
"WHOOOOOAAAAA" cried out some of the men. They all laughed.
"Now, here Riya," said Rakesh, "I want you to hold this here, just like this with your left hand."
Riya looked down at the bottle. She couldn't look up, she couldn't face the men she could feel them staring at her crotch. The front door was locked, and she really was trapped. Once again, she thought that the best way out of this was to do what Rakesh said.
Slowly, she wrapped her left hand around the bottom of the bottle.
"And with THIS hand," said Rakesh. He guided her right hand near the top of the bottle and forced it to close around the top just under the cap. He began stroking her hand up and down its length.
She tried to pull her hand away, but Rakesh held it tight, keeping the motion going.
"YEAAAAH" cried the men. Some made whooping sounds as if to contain their delight.
"Now you've got to keep this going, nice and steady," he told the humiliated girl, "no matter what happens...or there'll be punishment."
She felt Rakesh's thighs pull tight on her legs, making her feel even more trapped. This was so degrading, even worse than what happened in the toilet.
She looked down at the ketchup bottle sticking out from her crotch. Tears welled up and spilled out down her face.
Rakesh continued to work her right hand up and down the bottle until he had established a good rhythm.
"Now, you got to keep this going, just like this," he said, as he let go and pulled his hands away.
Riya closed her eyes as she felt him rest his chin on her right buttock. She could feel his breath on her bottoms.
"Keep it going nice and steady," he said, getting up from behind her.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the motion, tried to block out everything else.
She felt Rakesh's hands on her shoulders. They slowly slid down her upper arms. He gently began rubbing them up and down, getting into the same rhythm.
He worked his palms up and down on her upper arms.
His hands moved farther up and went to her elbows, and he began pushing them in, pushing her breasts together. They began to bulge out in the middle of her bikini, her chest forming a deep valley.
She heard the men make cat-calls.
She struggled to keep her rhythm going on the ketchup bottle as Rakesh manipulated her elbows back and forth like an accordion making her breasts squeeze together and move apart.
"Awe, come on," said the driver from the wash room, "let's see those fruits."
She shuttered.
"Keep it going nice and steady now," Rakesh said, as he relaxed his grip on her elbows.
She felt his hands go back to her shoulders.
They rested there for a moment.
Slowly, his fingers began moving down the line of the straps that ran over her shoulders. She felt them trace over each shoulder and slowly begin following the straps down across her chest. The fingertips began moving their way under bikini the material as they went down.
Her breathing became tight and fast.
She felt a tingle go down her spine as his fingers moved farther down the straps over her breasts, touching her nipples and slightly pulling away the top.
Her hand worked the ketchup bottle, back and forth.
"Come OOOOOOON" A man's voice.
Riya kept her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to look.
She felt his fingers continue to move over her nipples.
She felt the bikini top being moved away, slowly, from her breasts towards either side.
She waited for the feel of his entire hand
"Now pull your shoulders back," Rakesh said in her ear.
She bit down on her lower lip.
She took a deep breath, and did as he said, making her boobs rise up.
She tried to keep concentrating on the rhythm, working her right hand up and down the ketchup bottle.
"AAAAWWWWW MAAAAN."
She could feel the men staring lustily, waiting for her breasts to be bared. This was too horrible to believe.
She suddenly felt Rakesh's tongue on the right side of her neck. A tingling sensation spread across her body as his tongue touched a nerve. The tip of his tongue moved up her neck towards her ear.
She flinched.
It was dizzying.
Then in one sharp move, Rakesh pulled away her bikini top to either side, and Riya's large breasts sprang out.
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Part 22
She was taken by surprise at the suddenness of his move.
WHHHOOOOOOAAA!!! The men cheered.
She let out a whimper of shame.
"OH, my GOD, look at those MELONS."
"I told you they are deliciously ripe!" the driver from the washroom.
She tried to ignore their comments.
She felt Rakesh's palms move over her bared breasts. He cupped them in his palms and began teasing them.
She kept her eyes shut and concentrated on the ketchup bottle, keeping the stroking motion.
Rakesh began to knead the big mounds with his palms. His fingers were playing with her nipples.
"OH, BALLE BALLE!"
The men were salivating openly.
"I'd sure LOVE to suck those sweet melons," said one of them.
"I'd give anything to run my thing between them," said another.
Riya almost choked. The thought of her breasts being used in such a disgusting and unnatural way by one of these dirty horrible men made her want to be sick. She began to feel panicky. What if Rakesh let them?
Rakesh was running his fingers in circles over the base of her nipples. He caressed her nipples, pinching and tugging them outward.
"Let's get these things to stand out," he said.
The tingling feeling coming from nipples mixed with the fear and humiliation to create a swirl of emotions in Riya. She felt waves of dizziness.
He began rolling her nipples between his fingers.
"Come on, Riya," he said, "let's make 'em hard."
"Let me lick them" begged one of the men.
Riya shuddered. She felt Rakesh's fingers working furiously on her nipples.
"Come on, make them stick out," he commanded.
She became a mass of confusion and fear and shame, and tried to keep her mind on the ketchup bottle.
Then a sudden splash of cold water made her cry out. Her mouth and eyes popped open at the shock, and she dropped the bottle to the floor. Tarun had taken the ice water jug and poured it down her front.
"AWWWWWWW" came a loud groan from the guys.
She instantly reached up to cover herself.
Now that her eyes were open again, she noticed that Jeet had climbed on one of the benches, his video camera pointed at her.
He'd caught the whole horrible episode.
She cried out in shame.
A wild cheer went up as the men saw that she had noticed Jeet.
"Hey, I want a copy of that film," said one of the men.
"Me too" the others clamored.
She let out a moan of despair, and her hands came up and covered her face. She began to cry into her hands.
"Oh God, PLEASE...please stop..."
"Hey, she dropped the bottle." said one of the truckers.
"DIIIIISapline" said another.
Rakesh pulled her hands back down, once again exposing her dripping, wet breasts to the lusty eyes of the assembled group. They are now covered in delicate goose bumps from the coldness of the ice water.
"We will see," Rakesh said, "shoulders back, now."
Beads of cold water continued to drip down her chest, and down the creamy light skin of her magnificent breasts. The cold water had indeed made her nipples tight and hard. A drop or two were hanging from them making them even more enticing to the men.
Rakesh reached up and took hold of her shoulders and pulled them back, forcing her breast to stick out.
She fought back the urge to raise her arms back up. Tears dripped down her face.
"Riya," said Rakesh, "you just have not followed instructions here."
She suddenly realized what that meant.
Another spanking.
Here. In this awful dhaba.
In front of these horrible men.
"Nooo, Pleeeeeaaaaase" She tried to squirm loose, but Rakesh held her tight.
He gave her whole body a shake. Her breasts and nipples too shook vigorously, making some of the droplets sticking to them fall away. The men were completely mesmerized by the sight her swinging breasts.
She stopped struggling.
"Now," he said directly into her ear, just above a whisper, "you've got two choices." He pulled her tight.
The men all watched Rakesh talk to her.
"Once again, you can either do as I tell you," he told her, "or we're gonna have the whole gang in on it..."
"No, please...please don't....don't DO THIS..." she tried to turn around to face him.
He held her fast, and continued talking so that only she could hear.
"And if the whole gang gets in on taking your pants down, and holding you down, well, then things are going to get out of hand here..."
"Oh, GOD...No..."
She was terrified, suddenly more scared than she had ever dreamed possible. The thought of these dirty, horrible men holding her down and...
"What's it going to be?"
She was speechless. Stricken with fear.
"What's it going to be, Riya?"
"God, please DON'T...please don't let them..."
"Riya, you are just going to have to learn to follow instructions, or this is going to be a very difficult weekend for you."
She was numb.
"I think I'm going to have to teach you another little lesson here."
Tears welled up in her beautiful big eyes.
"Now, remember," he said, "the minute you don't do exactly, and I mean EXACTLY as I tell you, then I'm going to let all of the guys take over."
He pushed her forward towards the waiting men.
She found herself standing just a few feet away from the leering men, with her breasts dripping and sticking out, and realized how much safer she had just felt a moment ago. She stared at the floor.
"You sure got nice mangoes dear," said one of them.
Rakesh moved to the next booth picking up the spatula.
"Ooohhh" a chorus from the men, who scrambled to get new vantage points. Three of them sat on the benches facing the booth.
"You guys," he pointed to Ajit and Tarun, "come slid in here." He motioned each one to one of the seats facing each other across the bench.
"Okay, Riya, over here."
Slowly, with her large breasts wet and dripping with moisture, she walked on shaky legs to the edge of the bench.
There was nothing she could do.
Nothing except what Rakesh said.
"Now turn around."
She slowly turned around so that her back was to the men. Her long dark hair hung down near the line of the strap of her top around her back. The men all gazed at the smooth light brown skin.
In front of her, staring at her bare breasts were Tarun and Ajit sitting on either side of the Formica covered bench. Tarun smiled at her.
"I can't wait to see those big buttocks," whispered Satpal behind her
Rakesh lead them to the rear and they all moved into one of the family booths.
Riya was not very hungry, and every time she made eye contact with one of the guys he would look at her chest grin at her, making her feel sick. She simply stared at the Formica tabletop.
Rakesh ordered alu parantha for everyone. There seemed to be only two guys working in the dhaba, one cooking and another serving.
"Well," Rakesh said after giving their order. "Let's see what we can do to spruce Riya up." He slid out and stood up. Still holding the bikini and the make-up bag, he offered Riya his free hand.
She took it and slid out.
A couple of the men at the counter watched the two of them as they got out together, their eyes on the itsy-bitsty bikini top Rajesh was holding.
Rakesh lead her into a narrow passage to the left of the cooking area. They came to a door that said "toilet" in hand painted letters in Hindi and English. Someone had marked an erect penis on the door.
Rakesh looked at it and smiled.
"Do you think whoever had written this was expecting you?"
Riya looked at the floor.
Rakesh opened the door and looked inside.
"Before you go change, let's get you looking good," he smiled. He motioned to Riya to go inside into the room.
She stopped and stared through the open door.
"Please...I can’t go in there..." she said.
"Come on Riya, don't make a scene, or I guarantee we are going to have good crowd in here too."
She realized he was right, and reluctantly walked in.
To the right along the wall was a counter with a sink in it with a dirty mirror mounted above it. To the immediate left there were a urinal and toilet with a broken door. The pungent smell inside assaulted her nose.
Rakesh lead her towards the sink. He stationed her in front of the mirror and opened up the little bag.
She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her eyes were red and puffy from weeping. Then her gaze fell on her dress and she noticed the outlines of her nipples through the T-shirt, reminding her of her humiliation an hour ago. She felt like crying allover again.
Rakesh took out some tissues from the bag. He rolled them into two wads and wetted one under the tap.
"Come here," he said.
She turned to face him.
"Close your eyes."
She did.
He gently pressed the cold wad of tissue over her eyes.
She gasped a little at the coldness.
Her full lips parted slightly.
She felt uncomfortable with his nearness. She suddenly remembered how his palm rested on the side of her right breast at the old building. She felt aware of her breasts now covered by just the thin T-shirt. She wondered if he was staring at them. Besides, at any minute someone could come walking in. She tried not to think about it.
Rakesh dabbed both of her eyes, and then just held the cold wad of tissue in place for a few seconds over each eye. He then wiped away the moisture with the dry tissues.
She felt his hand move her chin.
"Now, keep your eyes closed," he said.
She heard him fumble around in the make-up bag. He pulled out a liquid eyeliner.
"Now keep still," he said.
He pointed the tip of the brush into the corner of her left eye and painted a thin dark line across the edge of her upper eyelid, just along the line of the lashes. He then did the same for the other eye.
He waited a moment, letting it dry.
"Here, put some of this on," he said, handing her a lipstick.
She took it and noticed it was one of Kiran’s. It was a dark red.
She was stunned at the effect the eyeliner had. It made her look like a model, more like an FTV model.
Quickly, nervous that someone would come in, she rolled out the stick and began to put on the lipstick on her full lips, struggling to do it as un-suggestively as possible.
"Great," said Rakesh, staring at the result. Her full sensuous mouth seemed even bigger with the efect.
He took away the lipstick.
"Here's the finishing touch," he said and handed her the mascara.
"Look," he said, "it's the waterproof kind, just like the eyeliner."
She almost stopped to ask him why. Why he was being so cruel to her. She'd never done anything to him.
She decided against it. She wanted to get out of the stinking room. She took a deep breath and applied the mascara.
"Now turn to me, let's see."
Anxious to get out, she did.
Behind Rakesh, she could see the urinal against the wall, reminding her where she was. She wanted to run. She stood there holding her hands together in front of her chest.
Rakesh held up her little bikini. The straps dangled down.
"Why don't you change into this?"
Wanting to get out the revolting room as quickly as she could, she moved towards him and began to reach for it. He pulled it away as she got close.
"Why don't you change right here."
Her heart sank.
She felt her resolve weakening.
"Pl...please let me go into the toilet and do it..."
"I'll tell you what," said Rakesh, "you are going to put it on right here. There is nothing under there that I haven’t seen already, is there?" he asked teasingly looking at her T-shirt.
"Pleeeeeease....what if someone comes in?"
"Come on, Riya, or our food is going to get cold."
"Please...."
"Now, you give me the T-shirt," Rakesh continued, ignoring her plea, "and I'll give you the bikini top."
She realized there was no way out.
Her eyes nervously looked to the door.
"The sooner you change..."
She looked at him again. He smiled at her.
"Come on."
She reached down and gripped the bottom of the T-shirt, and slowly pulled it up, up over her trim stomach.
Her big nude breasts popped free. They rose up on her chest as she pulled the shirt over her head. She pulled it off and held it in front of her with one hand, and held out the other hand.
"Toss it over," said Rakesh.
She stood for a moment, and then lobbed the shirt to Rakesh. She crossed her arm over her chest.
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Part 19
Just then, the door opened suddenly, and in walked one of the truck drivers. He was in his fifties, and had a large pot belly that stretched the buttons on the front of his dirty shirt.
"Oui! What is going on here...." he said, taken aback.
Instinctively, Riya turned towards the wall, covering herself with her hands as best she could. Still, ample amounts of breast bulged through her slender arms.
"My friend Riya here wanted to change," Rakesh told him casually, "but we couldn't seem to find another room."
The driver stood mesmerized by the sight in front of him.
He took a deep drag from the beedi hanging from his mouth. His eyes squinted slightly. Riya felt her blood race through her heart.
"I hope you don't mind," said Rakesh with a smile.
"Oh, No, puttar." he replied. He looked back at Riya cowering in the corner. "You are very lucky." He smiled, showing several gaps in his teeth. "And I guess, so am I." He laughed.
They both laughed and just stared at her like they were waiting for something to happen.
"Rakesh, Please...please can I have the top..." asked Riya, trying to sound calm.
Rakesh didn't move.
Neither did the man.
"Puttar," said the driver, "mere kehne ka bura naa man na. You are indeed a lucky one. Her fruits look very, very ripe."
Rakesh looked at him and nodded.
"They are." he replied.
They both looked at her again.
"Show our friend how ripe they are, Riya," said Rakesh finally.
"Please...." she felt panicky.
"Riya," continued Rakesh, "what happens when you don't follow instructions?"
She didn't respond.
"What happened earlier today when you didn't follow instructions?"
She couldn't speak. She realized what he wanted her to say - to say in front of this gross man. He wanted her to admit that she'd been spanked, spanked like a child.
"Riya? What happened?"
She stood there, mortified.
"A...a...s… spanking..." she finally uttered, almost choking on the word.
"That's right," Rakesh said. "Now do you want another one, right here?"
"NOOOOOOOO...please..."
"I didn't think so."
The driver figured that some game was going on here, but wasn't sure what it was. He decided to hang around and see how it develops.
So, he just kept staring at Riya’s chest.
Riya began to panic.
"Now show our friend here how ripe your tits are."
Her eyes darted back and forth. She was trapped, and she knew it. Slowly, her hands began to drop, and her ample breasts came into view.
"HAAAAAIII RAAAAMM..." exclaimed the driver.
She had to bit her lip to keep from pulling her arms back up.
"Step forward, Riya," said Rakesh.
She took a step away from the wall.
"Now put your arms behind your back."
She looked worriedly at Rakesh, and then at the driver. Slowly her arms moved around her back, to the back of her @jeans. Her wrists crossed over each other above the back belt loop. She felt horribly vulnerable, the whole front of her body
exposed.
"Now, jump up and down for us," said Rakesh.
Oh God.
How could he ask such a terrible thing.
"Please don't ask me..."
"Come on," Rakesh clapped his hands together.
Riya made a little jump, her breasts bounced up and down.
"Come ON," Rakesh clapped his hands together again.
Reluctantly she started to make little jumps.
"Higher!"
She began to jump up and down, making her large charms bounce and flop around in all directions.
Rakesh moved closer and watched.
The driver did likewise and looked as if he is on the verge of passing out. He reached down and rearranged the crotch of his trousers to accommodate his raging hard-on.
"Ripe, aren't they?" said Rakesh at last.
The driver could barely speak. He just stood rooted to the spot. He had trouble breathing normally. "Uuuuhhhhhhnnnhhhh" was all he could muster to say.
"Okay, you can stop," said Rakesh finally.
She put her hands up to her face, covering her breasts with her arms. She fought back the urge to cry. She had never been so humiliated in her life. She had never even imagined such humiliation was possible. Rakesh handed her the little bikini top.
"Here, put this on," he said.
Quickly, she turned her back on them and began to put the bikini top on. She tied the back, and began to reach around the back of her neck.
"Here, let me help you," said Rakesh.
He reached for her shoulders and turned her so that once again she faced herself in the mirror, with him standing behind her. He gripped the two strings attached to the narrow strips that went over her nipples and fastened behind her neck.
He began to pull them taught, so that they fit snuggly over her breasts.
He pulled tighter, causing her boobs to bulge out below and at either side of each side of the top. It made it look several sizes too small.
"There we go," he said.
She couldn't look.
"Now, let's go eat our paranthas" he said.
He took her hand, and led her out.
The driver went back to his buddies.
Riya felt as if everyone in the dhabha stopped and stared the moment she walked in. It was like time suspended. The five or six men seated that the benches literally stopped and stared. Whatever they were eating, their jaws stopped chewing.
She could just imagine what they were thinking.
She could feel the tightness of her top, pulling around her neck, mashing her boobs. She'd seen it in the mirror. It made her breasts look large, bulging out from all sides.
She stared at the floor as Rakesh led her by the hand back to the booth. He motioned her inside, and she silently slid in down the bench seat.
"Wow, what a difference," said Jeet.
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Part 20
She wasn’t hungry.
She kept staring at the parantha on her plate.
All the while, she could feel their eyes on her bulging breasts. She struggled not to cover them with her hands.
Why is this happening to her? Was it any of her fault?
"Come on, eat, Riya," said Rakesh.
"I.. I'm not very hungry," she replied.
She looked at Ajit and Jeet. They were busy eating, chewing, like animals. But they still stared at her as though it were her that they were eating. She quickly looked back down.
"You have to eat your food, Riya," said Rakesh. He smiled, "or you will have to be punished."
She heard the guys giggling.
Riya felt the tears well up, and she began to cry. This was the most horrible situation she could imagine. Here she was, sitting in a crappy roadside dhabha practically naked, her breasts almost totally visible to anyone who wanted to look. She was on display, like a poster on the wall.
A sob escaped her brightly painted lips as she remembered having to jump up and down in front of that disgusting man in the toilet.
She was so degraded.
"Knock it off, Riya," said Rakesh, obviously growing weary of her tears. He handed her a napkin, "or I'll do something for you to really cry about."
And being treated like a five-year old made it even worse.
She stopped crying and dabbed at her eyes with the napkin.
"It was very thoughtful of Kiran indeed, to pack the waterproof make-up." Jeet made a wise crack.
The guys laughed.
She looked down at the paratha and broke up a piece.
She started eating.
"There, that’s like a good girl," said Rakesh.
The serving guy came back to the table. She looked at Riya with thinly veiled lust.
"Some more ice water, please." asked Rakesh.
He returned back with a jug and started filling up the glasses.
"Can you just leave it?" asked Rakesh.
"Jee," he replied.
The disgruntled server sauntered off, clearly not happy. He wanted to hover around to enjoy the site of the almost topless girl.
After a few minutes, Riya noticed the driver from the toilet. She could feel him stare across. She thought about what he'd seen. She felt sick again.
She noticed him lean over and talking to the other men. One by one, she could see out of the corner of her eye, the men were looking over at her. She tried to concentrate on her food.
The guys at her table were now talking among themselves, and she hardly heard a word they said. She just tried to eat.
After a moment, she saw the driver get up and approach them.
Her stomach tightened.
"Puttar," he said to Rakesh. He pointed back to the other men at the counter.
"I was just telling my friends about, about...and...well,, they don't believe me."
Rakesh looked up at him impassively, drawing on the straw of his lassi. He turned and looked at Riya.
Riya could feel the butterflies in her stomach.
"Well," Rakesh replied, smiling back at him. "I wouldn't believe you either."
They all laughed.
The driver laughed back, showing his yellowed teeth.
"I tell you what," he continued, "Its just us friends around here. Now my buddies here will give hundred rupees each for a look like I got."
Rakesh looked at him for a moment, and then turned to look at Riya.
She felt the adrenaline.
"How about two hundred rupees each?" said Rakesh.
The driver hesitated looking at his friends, then nodded his head in agreement.
They were talking about HER! Rakesh and this man were talking about her like she wasn't even there.
"That's another thousand bucks towards our trip," said Rakesh.
She didn't respond.
"Please...don't..." she finally whispered. She stared at the table top. She couldn't look up.
"You wouldn't mind helping for the trip would you Riya?" Rakesh asked.
"Please...No...."
There was a moment of silence.
They all looked at her. She felt as if the world was swirling around her. She stared at the table top.
"Riya here is kind of reluctant, shy" said Rakesh, "but I know she wouldn't want to disappoint her fans." He looked over at her.
She didn't move.
"May be," he continued, "she feels that ticket rate is too less, considering that SHE is going to be the STAR of the show. Riya! would two hundred and fifty rupees per ticket be OK!"
The guys all laughed.
"Noooo...that's, not..." her words were drowned out.
The driver motioned to his friends, who quickly gathered around the booth. They moved faster than if someone had dropped a grenade.
"Bantha," the driver said to one of them, "go and get Satpal, will you".
"Oh, my God..." Riya looked at Rakesh, her eyes welling up with tears. "Please, no..." It was all she could say.
"We got to help you with this shyness," he replied with a smile. "It's no big thing."
Riya could hardly breathe she was suddenly so nervous. The men were all gross, all looked like slobs to her. They stared at her, almost literally drooling. They were all so gross.
The one called Banta came back, followed by the huge, fat, greasy looking cook in his late fifties. He had on a filthy armless banian that showed wads of back and gray hair on his chest. He had an even dirtier cotton towel wrapped around his girth. He took one look at Riya and smacked his lips.
"Just a minute," he said, quickly moving towards the entrance, like he had a winning lottery ticket, "let me lock the front door."
Rakesh got out from the booth.
"Step back friends," he said, waving his hands, "let's give our star some room to perform."
Tarun, Jeet and Ajit all moved out of the booth while the men formed a loose semi-circle.
Part 21
Rakesh reached his hand out for Riya.
She just sat there, visibly paralyzed.
"Satpal," said Rakesh to the cook as he approached them, "do you have a spatula?"
"Uh, Haanji, lekin kis liye..." the cook replied, perplexed.
"Would you mind getting it for me?" asked Rakesh. He turned to face Riya sitting in the booth. "You see sometimes Riya here needs a little persuasion..."
Satpal hurriedly ran back to the kitchen area.
Riya looked up suddenly as though she'd been slapped. Oh, please, not again, she thought. She began to feel lightheaded.
"Come on…" Rakesh reached his hand out to her again.
She didn't have to hear it twice.
She reached out for his hand. He dragged her out of the booth.
As she stood up, Riya looked even more statuesque, and her large, smooth breasts straining even harder against the bikini top. They looked slightly tanned from the exposure to sun earlier in the day.
There was a murmur of appreciation.
Standing up made her even dizzier.
Satpal returned with a spatula. There were a row of large holes cut into the flat blade part. The front edge and one of the sides was blackened and warped from use.
Riya stared at it.
Rakesh took it and put it down on the bench. He sat himself up on the edge of the bench they'd been sitting at, facing the men. He reached out and took Riya's arm and pulled her to him. He turned her around so that her back was in front of him, and so that she too was facing the guys with her bottom pressed against his chest. He straddled her legs with his thighs.
Rakesh reached behind him and took the ketchup bottle from the table, and reached around the front of her body. He placed the bottom of it against the front of her @jeans. It stuck out like an red, erect penis.
"WHOOOOOAAAAA" cried out some of the men. They all laughed.
"Now, here Riya," said Rakesh, "I want you to hold this here, just like this with your left hand."
Riya looked down at the bottle. She couldn't look up, she couldn't face the men she could feel them staring at her crotch. The front door was locked, and she really was trapped. Once again, she thought that the best way out of this was to do what Rakesh said.
Slowly, she wrapped her left hand around the bottom of the bottle.
"And with THIS hand," said Rakesh. He guided her right hand near the top of the bottle and forced it to close around the top just under the cap. He began stroking her hand up and down its length.
She tried to pull her hand away, but Rakesh held it tight, keeping the motion going.
"YEAAAAH" cried the men. Some made whooping sounds as if to contain their delight.
"Now you've got to keep this going, nice and steady," he told the humiliated girl, "no matter what happens...or there'll be punishment."
She felt Rakesh's thighs pull tight on her legs, making her feel even more trapped. This was so degrading, even worse than what happened in the toilet.
She looked down at the ketchup bottle sticking out from her crotch. Tears welled up and spilled out down her face.
Rakesh continued to work her right hand up and down the bottle until he had established a good rhythm.
"Now, you got to keep this going, just like this," he said, as he let go and pulled his hands away.
Riya closed her eyes as she felt him rest his chin on her right buttock. She could feel his breath on her bottoms.
"Keep it going nice and steady," he said, getting up from behind her.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the motion, tried to block out everything else.
She felt Rakesh's hands on her shoulders. They slowly slid down her upper arms. He gently began rubbing them up and down, getting into the same rhythm.
He worked his palms up and down on her upper arms.
His hands moved farther up and went to her elbows, and he began pushing them in, pushing her breasts together. They began to bulge out in the middle of her bikini, her chest forming a deep valley.
She heard the men make cat-calls.
She struggled to keep her rhythm going on the ketchup bottle as Rakesh manipulated her elbows back and forth like an accordion making her breasts squeeze together and move apart.
"Awe, come on," said the driver from the wash room, "let's see those fruits."
She shuttered.
"Keep it going nice and steady now," Rakesh said, as he relaxed his grip on her elbows.
She felt his hands go back to her shoulders.
They rested there for a moment.
Slowly, his fingers began moving down the line of the straps that ran over her shoulders. She felt them trace over each shoulder and slowly begin following the straps down across her chest. The fingertips began moving their way under bikini the material as they went down.
Her breathing became tight and fast.
She felt a tingle go down her spine as his fingers moved farther down the straps over her breasts, touching her nipples and slightly pulling away the top.
Her hand worked the ketchup bottle, back and forth.
"Come OOOOOOON" A man's voice.
Riya kept her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to look.
She felt his fingers continue to move over her nipples.
She felt the bikini top being moved away, slowly, from her breasts towards either side.
She waited for the feel of his entire hand
"Now pull your shoulders back," Rakesh said in her ear.
She bit down on her lower lip.
She took a deep breath, and did as he said, making her boobs rise up.
She tried to keep concentrating on the rhythm, working her right hand up and down the ketchup bottle.
"AAAAWWWWW MAAAAN."
She could feel the men staring lustily, waiting for her breasts to be bared. This was too horrible to believe.
She suddenly felt Rakesh's tongue on the right side of her neck. A tingling sensation spread across her body as his tongue touched a nerve. The tip of his tongue moved up her neck towards her ear.
She flinched.
It was dizzying.
Then in one sharp move, Rakesh pulled away her bikini top to either side, and Riya's large breasts sprang out.
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Part 22
She was taken by surprise at the suddenness of his move.
WHHHOOOOOOAAA!!! The men cheered.
She let out a whimper of shame.
"OH, my GOD, look at those MELONS."
"I told you they are deliciously ripe!" the driver from the washroom.
She tried to ignore their comments.
She felt Rakesh's palms move over her bared breasts. He cupped them in his palms and began teasing them.
She kept her eyes shut and concentrated on the ketchup bottle, keeping the stroking motion.
Rakesh began to knead the big mounds with his palms. His fingers were playing with her nipples.
"OH, BALLE BALLE!"
The men were salivating openly.
"I'd sure LOVE to suck those sweet melons," said one of them.
"I'd give anything to run my thing between them," said another.
Riya almost choked. The thought of her breasts being used in such a disgusting and unnatural way by one of these dirty horrible men made her want to be sick. She began to feel panicky. What if Rakesh let them?
Rakesh was running his fingers in circles over the base of her nipples. He caressed her nipples, pinching and tugging them outward.
"Let's get these things to stand out," he said.
The tingling feeling coming from nipples mixed with the fear and humiliation to create a swirl of emotions in Riya. She felt waves of dizziness.
He began rolling her nipples between his fingers.
"Come on, Riya," he said, "let's make 'em hard."
"Let me lick them" begged one of the men.
Riya shuddered. She felt Rakesh's fingers working furiously on her nipples.
"Come on, make them stick out," he commanded.
She became a mass of confusion and fear and shame, and tried to keep her mind on the ketchup bottle.
Then a sudden splash of cold water made her cry out. Her mouth and eyes popped open at the shock, and she dropped the bottle to the floor. Tarun had taken the ice water jug and poured it down her front.
"AWWWWWWW" came a loud groan from the guys.
She instantly reached up to cover herself.
Now that her eyes were open again, she noticed that Jeet had climbed on one of the benches, his video camera pointed at her.
He'd caught the whole horrible episode.
She cried out in shame.
A wild cheer went up as the men saw that she had noticed Jeet.
"Hey, I want a copy of that film," said one of the men.
"Me too" the others clamored.
She let out a moan of despair, and her hands came up and covered her face. She began to cry into her hands.
"Oh God, PLEASE...please stop..."
"Hey, she dropped the bottle." said one of the truckers.
"DIIIIISapline" said another.
Rakesh pulled her hands back down, once again exposing her dripping, wet breasts to the lusty eyes of the assembled group. They are now covered in delicate goose bumps from the coldness of the ice water.
"We will see," Rakesh said, "shoulders back, now."
Beads of cold water continued to drip down her chest, and down the creamy light skin of her magnificent breasts. The cold water had indeed made her nipples tight and hard. A drop or two were hanging from them making them even more enticing to the men.
Rakesh reached up and took hold of her shoulders and pulled them back, forcing her breast to stick out.
She fought back the urge to raise her arms back up. Tears dripped down her face.
"Riya," said Rakesh, "you just have not followed instructions here."
She suddenly realized what that meant.
Another spanking.
Here. In this awful dhaba.
In front of these horrible men.
"Nooo, Pleeeeeaaaaase" She tried to squirm loose, but Rakesh held her tight.
He gave her whole body a shake. Her breasts and nipples too shook vigorously, making some of the droplets sticking to them fall away. The men were completely mesmerized by the sight her swinging breasts.
She stopped struggling.
"Now," he said directly into her ear, just above a whisper, "you've got two choices." He pulled her tight.
The men all watched Rakesh talk to her.
"Once again, you can either do as I tell you," he told her, "or we're gonna have the whole gang in on it..."
"No, please...please don't....don't DO THIS..." she tried to turn around to face him.
He held her fast, and continued talking so that only she could hear.
"And if the whole gang gets in on taking your pants down, and holding you down, well, then things are going to get out of hand here..."
"Oh, GOD...No..."
She was terrified, suddenly more scared than she had ever dreamed possible. The thought of these dirty, horrible men holding her down and...
"What's it going to be?"
She was speechless. Stricken with fear.
"What's it going to be, Riya?"
"God, please DON'T...please don't let them..."
"Riya, you are just going to have to learn to follow instructions, or this is going to be a very difficult weekend for you."
She was numb.
"I think I'm going to have to teach you another little lesson here."
Tears welled up in her beautiful big eyes.
"Now, remember," he said, "the minute you don't do exactly, and I mean EXACTLY as I tell you, then I'm going to let all of the guys take over."
He pushed her forward towards the waiting men.
She found herself standing just a few feet away from the leering men, with her breasts dripping and sticking out, and realized how much safer she had just felt a moment ago. She stared at the floor.
"You sure got nice mangoes dear," said one of them.
Rakesh moved to the next booth picking up the spatula.
"Ooohhh" a chorus from the men, who scrambled to get new vantage points. Three of them sat on the benches facing the booth.
"You guys," he pointed to Ajit and Tarun, "come slid in here." He motioned each one to one of the seats facing each other across the bench.
"Okay, Riya, over here."
Slowly, with her large breasts wet and dripping with moisture, she walked on shaky legs to the edge of the bench.
There was nothing she could do.
Nothing except what Rakesh said.
"Now turn around."
She slowly turned around so that her back was to the men. Her long dark hair hung down near the line of the strap of her top around her back. The men all gazed at the smooth light brown skin.
In front of her, staring at her bare breasts were Tarun and Ajit sitting on either side of the Formica covered bench. Tarun smiled at her.
"I can't wait to see those big buttocks," whispered Satpal behind her
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