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Chapter 4: Sudha, Chandu and the Receptionist
“You are requesting so much and I don't want to disappoint you, let's go madam,” he said. Sudha liked his gesture and began following the security guard. “We will take the lift,” he said as they both waited for the lift to come down. “So, Chandu, tell me about this guy whom we are going to meet,” Sudha asked casually. “He is well built, and will surely fit into your idea of a bodyguard, as he worked in our pub as a bouncer, but not a nice guy madam,” he said. As the security started telling about him, Sudha could clearly visualize what he would look like. “But not a nice guy, madam,” he said. “What do you mean, he is not a nice guy? Sudha asked. “He is a pervert madam. Tried to misbehave with a customer and got fired for the job. Now he works in this massage parlor,” Chandu said. “What does he do in the massage parlor?” Sudha asked casually.
The lift opened and Chandu entered inside, and pressed the 4th floor button. As Chandu stood quiet, “Chandu, what does he do in the massage parlor?” curious Sudha asked. “He massages. I mean, there are a lot of masseuses and masseurs there, but I don’t know why many Indian women prefer this guy to massage them,” Chandu said. Sudha somehow got a hint that this is the Black guy she and her husband were looking for. “Just for a chance, Chandu, they must have got bored of getting massaged by Indian men or women. As you were telling, even I was thinking about getting massaged by him,” Sudha said casually as they reached the second floor. “Madam, you should look at him, he looks like some African monkey, can’t imagine him getting your naked and massaging you. Please don’t do it,” Chandu said. The idea of the Black guy getting her naked itself was wetting Sudha’s panties. “Chandu, it's Racist to call Black people as African monkeys, we should love them,” Sudha said. “I don’t know what you mean Racist, madam, but to me they are ugly as hell,” Chandu said with disgust on his face. “I think I will let him massage me, Chandu,” Sudha said smiling at Chandu, to make sure she is not annoying him. “Madam! He is not even Indian madam, does not even look good,” Chandu exclaimed in a surprised tone as if he was feeling disappointed.
“Chandu, we should not be rude to foreigners and treat them like bad people. We should show the foreigners how loving and friendly people we are, Chandu,” Sudha said. Chandu looked a bit confused, but at the same time being a patriotic guy, was not okay with an African man getting a chance to massage a beautiful Indian woman. He was already feeling jealous of the Black guy.
“I have decided that I am going to let him massage me, and I am going to show him how loving and friendly we Indians are, Chandu” as she was saying looking at Chandu into his eyes and she could sense that Chandu was not happy with it, in order to cheer him up, “And Chandu, remember I said, I am going to show your more than my armpits?” She said with a naughty smile on her face. Chandu's face brightened, “yes, madam, you said,” Chandu said. Holding Chandu’s face, “when the Black guy undresses me before the massage, I am going to let you watch him take off my clothes. Happy?” she said smiling at Chandu. “Madam, oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening,” as he exclaimed out of delight, the 4th floor lift opened. Sudha and Chandu came out together.
On the glass door it was written “Push to Open,” and above the door there was a board “Classic Massage Parlor '' written on it. Pushing the glass door open, Sudha and Chandu entered inside and were welcomed by a Receptionist standing at her table and was about to leave. “How may I help you ma’am?” she asked, looking at Sudha. “Hey, you haven’t left? Where is Charlie?” Chandu asked her, casually as he knew her already. “Chandu, please wait, I am talking to madam here,” the receptionist said. “Hey, madam is with me, you should thank me for bringing you a customer. Now tell me where is Charlie?” Chandu asked. “He is attending a customer,” the receptionist said. “How long will it take?” Chandu asked. “30 minutes?” she said. “Ask him to make it fast,” restless Chandu said and went and sat on the sofa.
“Ma’am, Charlie is attending a customer now, shall I arrange for the female masseuse to massage you?” the receptionist asked. Though desperate to get massaged or even to meet the Black guy named Charlie, Sudha did not want to show that in front of the receptionist. “I have been getting massaged by masseuses all this while, for a change I want to be massaged by a male, I mean a masseur,” Sudha said. “Ma’am, we don’t have any male massagers except Charlie now, but I won’t recommend him to you,” the receptionist whispered. “Why?” Sudha asked. “Ma’am, he is a pervert, in the name of massaging he will take advantage of women. I suggest you get massaged by masseuse (female massager) only,” the receptionist said softly making sure Chandu does not hear her. “What do you mean, he is a pervert?” Sudha asked, pretending to be surprised. The receptionist signalled Sudha to come close, as she went closer to her, “he loves our pussies, I mean he is crazy about Indian women, and enjoys making love to Indian women. Actually he is not a professional masseur (male massager), he has joined here just to enjoy as much Indian women as he can before he goes back to Africa. I suggest you stay away from this guy and come in the morning and get massaged by a female massager,” the receptionist. “You said he loves our pussies, I mean Indian pussies, I am pretty sure he must have seen a lot of white women’s pussies?” Sudha asked the receptionist. “I asked him madam, he says, we Indian women have something in us which turns him on,” the receptionist whispered. “Interesting! What else he likes about us?” Sudha asked. “He loves kissing us, madam, he tells me that we Indian women have the best lips in the world and loves how our lips taste,” the receptionist whispered with a blush. “Wow! All of a sudden I am feeling proud to be an Indian woman,” Sudha said and laughed and the receptionist also laughed. “Has he kissed your lips? I mean you said he is crazy about our lips, right?” Sudha whispered. She quickly glanced at Chandu, who was looking at all the pictures on the wall, making sure he shouldn’t listen to her, “Once madam, only once, when we went on a trip. As everyone got out of the bus, it was just me and Charlie, as I was about to get down from the bus, he somehow convinced me for a kiss and kissed my lips. He nicely lipped me up and got my panties wet. He even tried to convince me to let him make love to me, since I am married, I refused,” as the receptionist was saying, she paused. “I am sorry, I don’t know why I am sharing too much with you, I am sorry madam,” she whispered. “Hey, it's ladies' things, nothing wrong in it,” Sudha said. “I am a little big mouth, I can’t keep secrets,” she said. “Me too, that’s why we got along so well?” Sudha said and they both laughed. Chandu who was sitting idle stood up and came near the ladies, “Chandu, I am leaving, please introduce madam to Charlie,” the receptionist said. “Bye madam,” the receptionist said, picking up her bag. “It was a pleasure meeting you,” Sudha said with a big smile on her face and the receptionist smiled at her and left the place.
“You are requesting so much and I don't want to disappoint you, let's go madam,” he said. Sudha liked his gesture and began following the security guard. “We will take the lift,” he said as they both waited for the lift to come down. “So, Chandu, tell me about this guy whom we are going to meet,” Sudha asked casually. “He is well built, and will surely fit into your idea of a bodyguard, as he worked in our pub as a bouncer, but not a nice guy madam,” he said. As the security started telling about him, Sudha could clearly visualize what he would look like. “But not a nice guy, madam,” he said. “What do you mean, he is not a nice guy? Sudha asked. “He is a pervert madam. Tried to misbehave with a customer and got fired for the job. Now he works in this massage parlor,” Chandu said. “What does he do in the massage parlor?” Sudha asked casually.
The lift opened and Chandu entered inside, and pressed the 4th floor button. As Chandu stood quiet, “Chandu, what does he do in the massage parlor?” curious Sudha asked. “He massages. I mean, there are a lot of masseuses and masseurs there, but I don’t know why many Indian women prefer this guy to massage them,” Chandu said. Sudha somehow got a hint that this is the Black guy she and her husband were looking for. “Just for a chance, Chandu, they must have got bored of getting massaged by Indian men or women. As you were telling, even I was thinking about getting massaged by him,” Sudha said casually as they reached the second floor. “Madam, you should look at him, he looks like some African monkey, can’t imagine him getting your naked and massaging you. Please don’t do it,” Chandu said. The idea of the Black guy getting her naked itself was wetting Sudha’s panties. “Chandu, it's Racist to call Black people as African monkeys, we should love them,” Sudha said. “I don’t know what you mean Racist, madam, but to me they are ugly as hell,” Chandu said with disgust on his face. “I think I will let him massage me, Chandu,” Sudha said smiling at Chandu, to make sure she is not annoying him. “Madam! He is not even Indian madam, does not even look good,” Chandu exclaimed in a surprised tone as if he was feeling disappointed.
“Chandu, we should not be rude to foreigners and treat them like bad people. We should show the foreigners how loving and friendly people we are, Chandu,” Sudha said. Chandu looked a bit confused, but at the same time being a patriotic guy, was not okay with an African man getting a chance to massage a beautiful Indian woman. He was already feeling jealous of the Black guy.
“I have decided that I am going to let him massage me, and I am going to show him how loving and friendly we Indians are, Chandu” as she was saying looking at Chandu into his eyes and she could sense that Chandu was not happy with it, in order to cheer him up, “And Chandu, remember I said, I am going to show your more than my armpits?” She said with a naughty smile on her face. Chandu's face brightened, “yes, madam, you said,” Chandu said. Holding Chandu’s face, “when the Black guy undresses me before the massage, I am going to let you watch him take off my clothes. Happy?” she said smiling at Chandu. “Madam, oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening,” as he exclaimed out of delight, the 4th floor lift opened. Sudha and Chandu came out together.
On the glass door it was written “Push to Open,” and above the door there was a board “Classic Massage Parlor '' written on it. Pushing the glass door open, Sudha and Chandu entered inside and were welcomed by a Receptionist standing at her table and was about to leave. “How may I help you ma’am?” she asked, looking at Sudha. “Hey, you haven’t left? Where is Charlie?” Chandu asked her, casually as he knew her already. “Chandu, please wait, I am talking to madam here,” the receptionist said. “Hey, madam is with me, you should thank me for bringing you a customer. Now tell me where is Charlie?” Chandu asked. “He is attending a customer,” the receptionist said. “How long will it take?” Chandu asked. “30 minutes?” she said. “Ask him to make it fast,” restless Chandu said and went and sat on the sofa.
“Ma’am, Charlie is attending a customer now, shall I arrange for the female masseuse to massage you?” the receptionist asked. Though desperate to get massaged or even to meet the Black guy named Charlie, Sudha did not want to show that in front of the receptionist. “I have been getting massaged by masseuses all this while, for a change I want to be massaged by a male, I mean a masseur,” Sudha said. “Ma’am, we don’t have any male massagers except Charlie now, but I won’t recommend him to you,” the receptionist whispered. “Why?” Sudha asked. “Ma’am, he is a pervert, in the name of massaging he will take advantage of women. I suggest you get massaged by masseuse (female massager) only,” the receptionist said softly making sure Chandu does not hear her. “What do you mean, he is a pervert?” Sudha asked, pretending to be surprised. The receptionist signalled Sudha to come close, as she went closer to her, “he loves our pussies, I mean he is crazy about Indian women, and enjoys making love to Indian women. Actually he is not a professional masseur (male massager), he has joined here just to enjoy as much Indian women as he can before he goes back to Africa. I suggest you stay away from this guy and come in the morning and get massaged by a female massager,” the receptionist. “You said he loves our pussies, I mean Indian pussies, I am pretty sure he must have seen a lot of white women’s pussies?” Sudha asked the receptionist. “I asked him madam, he says, we Indian women have something in us which turns him on,” the receptionist whispered. “Interesting! What else he likes about us?” Sudha asked. “He loves kissing us, madam, he tells me that we Indian women have the best lips in the world and loves how our lips taste,” the receptionist whispered with a blush. “Wow! All of a sudden I am feeling proud to be an Indian woman,” Sudha said and laughed and the receptionist also laughed. “Has he kissed your lips? I mean you said he is crazy about our lips, right?” Sudha whispered. She quickly glanced at Chandu, who was looking at all the pictures on the wall, making sure he shouldn’t listen to her, “Once madam, only once, when we went on a trip. As everyone got out of the bus, it was just me and Charlie, as I was about to get down from the bus, he somehow convinced me for a kiss and kissed my lips. He nicely lipped me up and got my panties wet. He even tried to convince me to let him make love to me, since I am married, I refused,” as the receptionist was saying, she paused. “I am sorry, I don’t know why I am sharing too much with you, I am sorry madam,” she whispered. “Hey, it's ladies' things, nothing wrong in it,” Sudha said. “I am a little big mouth, I can’t keep secrets,” she said. “Me too, that’s why we got along so well?” Sudha said and they both laughed. Chandu who was sitting idle stood up and came near the ladies, “Chandu, I am leaving, please introduce madam to Charlie,” the receptionist said. “Bye madam,” the receptionist said, picking up her bag. “It was a pleasure meeting you,” Sudha said with a big smile on her face and the receptionist smiled at her and left the place.
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