25-01-2022, 12:49 PM
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**Part 7.**
I turned around and saw Dadi looking up at me, his hand tapping his right leg. He wanted me to sit on his lap. I glanced at Mr Arul, his eyes was watching every move I made with a lot of interest.
I kept quiet, slowly getting in between Dadi’s legs sitting down on his right leg, my thighs in Mr Arul’s direct line of sight. Dadi wrapped his right arm around my waist, sliding his hand under my shirt and placing it on my stomach. He was very daring in front of this man. I avoided looking at Mr Arul, slightly embarrassed by my current position. I heard Mr Arul take a sip from the cup.
“Go on Arul …”, Dadi said. I could feel his finger touching my belly button, gently caressing my tummy.
“Yes Santosh Ji. As I was saying, we usually head to the outskirts to look for young potential talents for our industry.”, I looked at him, his eyes focused on Dadi’s hand under my shirt, the right hand still holding the cup. He cleared his throat. “Ahem. Once we find them, we usually take them to the city to find work, usually smaller roles in any small-scale productions. Some get the opportunity to be the main star for up-and-coming directors.”
Dadi placed his left hand on my left knee, the palm of his right hand still placed on my stomach under my shirt. “Do you look for girls or boys usually?”
“Both. I personally prefer hunting female talent.”, Mr Arul chuckled a little.
“I’m sure you do, Arul.”, Dadi laughed along with him. “When you do find a particular person that you like, what is the process usually?”, Dadi continued the line of questioning in regards to Mr Arul’s job.
Mr Arul placed the cup back down on the table, using his left hand to slick his hair back over his round face. “When we find a potential candidate, we will conduct a basic interview and have them model some clothes. Once completed, we will send their information and pictures back to the main office.”
I felt Dadi’s left hand move down my left thigh, his fingers dangerously close to the opening of my shorts. I tried to move my legs closer together but he pinched my thigh, I barely stopped myself from shouting out in surprise as I felt the sudden jolt of pain. Thank God my other leg was blocking Dadi’s left hand from Mr Arul’s sight, but I was pretty sure he knew. From this angle he could make out Dadi’s hand moving between my legs but could not see where to.
“What type of clothes do they model?”, Dadi asked.
“Hold on Santosh Ji. Let me show you.”, Mr Arul said, adjusting himself to pull his phone out of his pocket. I heard his screen unlock as he intensely scrolled through his gallery. He reached out with his right hand, handing the phone over to Dadi. “Just keep scrolling the album, Santosh Ji.”
Dadi took his left hand off my thigh, taking the phone from Mr Arul. He placed it on his left knee, his fingers slowly swiping through the pictures. Out of curiosity, I looked down. Girls looking to be around my age, sensually posing in various little clothing they had on their body. Some were wearing miniskirts and tight-fitting tops. As Dadi kept scrolling, the pictures were getting lewder. Some girls were wearing bikini’s or sexy under garments. Dadi stopped at one picture, a girl was topless, her hands covering her nipples with her legs spread, her thin panties barely covering her pussy. She had a sexy expression on her face, as in inviting the person looking at this picture to sexually ravage her body.
I knew Mr Arul was looking at my face, trying to judge my expression.
“Very nice.”, Dadi said, handing the phone back to Mr Arul. He smiled in appreciation.
Dadi’s right thumb was now directly placed below my under boob, gently pushing the meat on my breasts upwards, making them dance under my shirt.
“What do you think of Shanti?”, he asked, smiling casually, “Does she have any potential?”. Dadi started to shake his right leg, making my tits jiggle and bounce under my shirt. Mr Arul was looking at my nipples dance.
“She is indeed very beautiful …”, Mr Arul said, “… but it goes way beyond the face, we need to look at her body stats, skin complexion. We tend to avoid individuals with any permanent scarring or damage to the skin.”
“No … no… her body is perfect … isn’t it Mol?”, Dadi asked, looking at me, embarrassing me in front of this man. I kept quiet, my eyes staring down at the floor. “Maybe you can take a proper look at her Arul? See if she is capable of being a candidate in your agency. The money could be useful to us.”
“Sure Santosh Ji.”, Mr Arul’s eyes perked up at the opportunity. He had been trying very hard not to look at Dadi’s hands under my shirt all this while. He looked at me, a little smile on his face. “Come here, ma.”
“Go, Molu”, Dadi slowly moved his right hand out of my shirt, gently tapping my bottoms as I stood up, making my butt cheeks jiggle under my shorts. I walked around the table and stood beside Mr Arul. He reached out and grabbed my hand adjusting my body to stand directly in front of him. Dadi was getting a good view of my ass from behind.
“I am going to take a look at your skin, ma.”, Mr Arul said, his eyes now looking up at my hard nipples through the shirt.
Mr Arul held started to run his fingers from my shoulders, along the length of my right arm down to my hand, gently squeezing the flesh on my under arm as he touched me. He was nodding a little to himself, taking mental notes of my body. He repeated the process on my left arm, gently pinching and feeling the smoothness of my young skin.
He slowly released my arm, letting it dangle freely by my sides. Mr Arul looked up at my face, looking into my eyes as he placed both hands on my shoulders. He was big enough to reach me even though he was still seated. I could feel his hands gently squeeze my shoulders as he traced his fingers down my neckline over the shirt. He ran his fingers down towards my breasts, stopping just where the fleshy meat started. “Hmmm…very nice structure…”, he said to himself. I could not see Dadi’s face as he was behind me.
Mr Arul removed his hands from my chest and put them on my hips. He gripped the sides on my shirt, very slowly lifting it up.
Oh no. Was he going to pull it off.
He rolled the shirt up, tucking it just under my breasts. My entire midriff was exposed to this complete stranger. This was getting a little too much, I was wondering why Dadi was not stopping him. Mr Arul placed both his hands on my hips. “Beautiful skin colour, nice tone …”, he mumbled to himself. Holding my hip tightly with his left hand, he used his right hand to touch my stomach, covering the belly button. “Perfect flat stomach…”, he continued.
I could feel my breaths getting heavier having this man’s hands on my body. My chest was rising and dropping, nipples sticking out hard. I’m sure Mr Arul noticed this as well. His right index finger gently doing circles around my belly button. “Such smooth skin…”, he whispered. His finger slowly started to slide downwards. My back was covering all his actions from Dadi, but I’m sure he knew his friend was taking every opportunity to touch me. The tip of the index finger went into my shorts.
Shit. I gulped.
Mr Arul was staring at my navel as he very slowly pulled my shorts downwards with the finger.
Was he going to strip me in front of Dadi? No way. My mind was racing, a little gasp escaped my mouth.
He pulled my shorts down exposing my entire clean shaven pubic mound, stopping just before reaching my pussy. “Hmmm… the skin gets darker as it goes lower…”, he mumbled to himself again. “Nice to see that you keep it shaved, ma.”, he said, looking up at me with a grin on his face. I looked up to the ceiling, avoiding his eyes. The entire length of my body from just below my breasts to my pubic area just above my pussy lips were exposed to him now.
Tap! He let go of my shorts and let the garters hit my skin as it went back into its original place, pulling my shirt back down. “Turn around, ma.”, he said, twirling me around. I could finally look at Dadi. He was sitting back on the couch, his legs crossed with a wide smile on his face looking at Mr Arul touch me.
I felt Mr Arul’s hands on my legs, feeling the skin on my calf, slowly making his way up to my thighs. Each hand on both my thighs, he was pinching and gently squeezing the meat. Both his hands were working my inner legs and thighs. “Very smooth beautiful legs…”, I heard him say behind me.
Oh my god. This was so humiliating, having this random stranger fondle and touch my skin. I kept my mouth shut and looked straight. Dadi remained in his position. “What do you think, Arul?”, Dadi asked, still smiling.
Mr Arul hands were still on my thighs, caressing the smooth flesh. “Very nice, Santosh Ji”, he replied from behind me. I could hear the lust in his voice, I know he wanted to fuck me really bad but Dadi being there was holding him back.
My body jerked up suddenly as both his hands suddenly entered my shorts from the gaps on my legs. I felt both Mr Arul’s hands on my ass cheeks, gripping it firmly. I let out a big gasp as his sudden action took me by surprise. “Fantastic ass…”. His thumbs were buried under my butt line, all his fingers roaming around the juicy ass meat. He squeezed hard again, holding my entire ass in his hands and started to jiggle the meat. “Hmmmm…. very firm….”, he whispered, letting out a little sigh.
He continued kneading my ass for awhile then let go, taking his hands out from under my shorts. I felt humiliated, having this stranger’s hands roam my body freely. Mr Arul tapped my ass, watching the meat move and jiggle a little bit. “Go have a seat, ma.”, he said to me.
I slowly made my way around the table again and sat at the other end of the couch. Away from Dadi at the other end, looking down at my legs. I did not want to look at either man in the face.
“I think she has a lot of potential to go far in this business, Santosh Ji.”, Mr Arul sneered at my direction.
“That’s good to hear….”
“I would actually like to take some pictures of her... you know… to send back to the agency. I think we may be able to immediately find work for her once she is done with her studies.”
“Fantastic Arul. Can you do it here?”
I saw his face drop a bit. He probably wanted to do it alone with me so he could take the opportunity to touch me without Dadi around. “Yes… yes of course.”, he said looking around the house. “That can be done. I will need some time to prepare the clothes for her to model as well…”.
“How does next Saturday morning sound?”, Dadi asked. I knew why he chose that day. Nani was going for a wedding in the village next door. She was going to be away for the entire weekend. Fuck. I didn’t have a say in this situation, the choice was made for me by Dadi.
“Sounds great, Santosh Ji.”
**End of Part 7.**
I turned around and saw Dadi looking up at me, his hand tapping his right leg. He wanted me to sit on his lap. I glanced at Mr Arul, his eyes was watching every move I made with a lot of interest.
I kept quiet, slowly getting in between Dadi’s legs sitting down on his right leg, my thighs in Mr Arul’s direct line of sight. Dadi wrapped his right arm around my waist, sliding his hand under my shirt and placing it on my stomach. He was very daring in front of this man. I avoided looking at Mr Arul, slightly embarrassed by my current position. I heard Mr Arul take a sip from the cup.
“Go on Arul …”, Dadi said. I could feel his finger touching my belly button, gently caressing my tummy.
“Yes Santosh Ji. As I was saying, we usually head to the outskirts to look for young potential talents for our industry.”, I looked at him, his eyes focused on Dadi’s hand under my shirt, the right hand still holding the cup. He cleared his throat. “Ahem. Once we find them, we usually take them to the city to find work, usually smaller roles in any small-scale productions. Some get the opportunity to be the main star for up-and-coming directors.”
Dadi placed his left hand on my left knee, the palm of his right hand still placed on my stomach under my shirt. “Do you look for girls or boys usually?”
“Both. I personally prefer hunting female talent.”, Mr Arul chuckled a little.
“I’m sure you do, Arul.”, Dadi laughed along with him. “When you do find a particular person that you like, what is the process usually?”, Dadi continued the line of questioning in regards to Mr Arul’s job.
Mr Arul placed the cup back down on the table, using his left hand to slick his hair back over his round face. “When we find a potential candidate, we will conduct a basic interview and have them model some clothes. Once completed, we will send their information and pictures back to the main office.”
I felt Dadi’s left hand move down my left thigh, his fingers dangerously close to the opening of my shorts. I tried to move my legs closer together but he pinched my thigh, I barely stopped myself from shouting out in surprise as I felt the sudden jolt of pain. Thank God my other leg was blocking Dadi’s left hand from Mr Arul’s sight, but I was pretty sure he knew. From this angle he could make out Dadi’s hand moving between my legs but could not see where to.
“What type of clothes do they model?”, Dadi asked.
“Hold on Santosh Ji. Let me show you.”, Mr Arul said, adjusting himself to pull his phone out of his pocket. I heard his screen unlock as he intensely scrolled through his gallery. He reached out with his right hand, handing the phone over to Dadi. “Just keep scrolling the album, Santosh Ji.”
Dadi took his left hand off my thigh, taking the phone from Mr Arul. He placed it on his left knee, his fingers slowly swiping through the pictures. Out of curiosity, I looked down. Girls looking to be around my age, sensually posing in various little clothing they had on their body. Some were wearing miniskirts and tight-fitting tops. As Dadi kept scrolling, the pictures were getting lewder. Some girls were wearing bikini’s or sexy under garments. Dadi stopped at one picture, a girl was topless, her hands covering her nipples with her legs spread, her thin panties barely covering her pussy. She had a sexy expression on her face, as in inviting the person looking at this picture to sexually ravage her body.
I knew Mr Arul was looking at my face, trying to judge my expression.
“Very nice.”, Dadi said, handing the phone back to Mr Arul. He smiled in appreciation.
Dadi’s right thumb was now directly placed below my under boob, gently pushing the meat on my breasts upwards, making them dance under my shirt.
“What do you think of Shanti?”, he asked, smiling casually, “Does she have any potential?”. Dadi started to shake his right leg, making my tits jiggle and bounce under my shirt. Mr Arul was looking at my nipples dance.
“She is indeed very beautiful …”, Mr Arul said, “… but it goes way beyond the face, we need to look at her body stats, skin complexion. We tend to avoid individuals with any permanent scarring or damage to the skin.”
“No … no… her body is perfect … isn’t it Mol?”, Dadi asked, looking at me, embarrassing me in front of this man. I kept quiet, my eyes staring down at the floor. “Maybe you can take a proper look at her Arul? See if she is capable of being a candidate in your agency. The money could be useful to us.”
“Sure Santosh Ji.”, Mr Arul’s eyes perked up at the opportunity. He had been trying very hard not to look at Dadi’s hands under my shirt all this while. He looked at me, a little smile on his face. “Come here, ma.”
“Go, Molu”, Dadi slowly moved his right hand out of my shirt, gently tapping my bottoms as I stood up, making my butt cheeks jiggle under my shorts. I walked around the table and stood beside Mr Arul. He reached out and grabbed my hand adjusting my body to stand directly in front of him. Dadi was getting a good view of my ass from behind.
“I am going to take a look at your skin, ma.”, Mr Arul said, his eyes now looking up at my hard nipples through the shirt.
Mr Arul held started to run his fingers from my shoulders, along the length of my right arm down to my hand, gently squeezing the flesh on my under arm as he touched me. He was nodding a little to himself, taking mental notes of my body. He repeated the process on my left arm, gently pinching and feeling the smoothness of my young skin.
He slowly released my arm, letting it dangle freely by my sides. Mr Arul looked up at my face, looking into my eyes as he placed both hands on my shoulders. He was big enough to reach me even though he was still seated. I could feel his hands gently squeeze my shoulders as he traced his fingers down my neckline over the shirt. He ran his fingers down towards my breasts, stopping just where the fleshy meat started. “Hmmm…very nice structure…”, he said to himself. I could not see Dadi’s face as he was behind me.
Mr Arul removed his hands from my chest and put them on my hips. He gripped the sides on my shirt, very slowly lifting it up.
Oh no. Was he going to pull it off.
He rolled the shirt up, tucking it just under my breasts. My entire midriff was exposed to this complete stranger. This was getting a little too much, I was wondering why Dadi was not stopping him. Mr Arul placed both his hands on my hips. “Beautiful skin colour, nice tone …”, he mumbled to himself. Holding my hip tightly with his left hand, he used his right hand to touch my stomach, covering the belly button. “Perfect flat stomach…”, he continued.
I could feel my breaths getting heavier having this man’s hands on my body. My chest was rising and dropping, nipples sticking out hard. I’m sure Mr Arul noticed this as well. His right index finger gently doing circles around my belly button. “Such smooth skin…”, he whispered. His finger slowly started to slide downwards. My back was covering all his actions from Dadi, but I’m sure he knew his friend was taking every opportunity to touch me. The tip of the index finger went into my shorts.
Shit. I gulped.
Mr Arul was staring at my navel as he very slowly pulled my shorts downwards with the finger.
Was he going to strip me in front of Dadi? No way. My mind was racing, a little gasp escaped my mouth.
He pulled my shorts down exposing my entire clean shaven pubic mound, stopping just before reaching my pussy. “Hmmm… the skin gets darker as it goes lower…”, he mumbled to himself again. “Nice to see that you keep it shaved, ma.”, he said, looking up at me with a grin on his face. I looked up to the ceiling, avoiding his eyes. The entire length of my body from just below my breasts to my pubic area just above my pussy lips were exposed to him now.
Tap! He let go of my shorts and let the garters hit my skin as it went back into its original place, pulling my shirt back down. “Turn around, ma.”, he said, twirling me around. I could finally look at Dadi. He was sitting back on the couch, his legs crossed with a wide smile on his face looking at Mr Arul touch me.
I felt Mr Arul’s hands on my legs, feeling the skin on my calf, slowly making his way up to my thighs. Each hand on both my thighs, he was pinching and gently squeezing the meat. Both his hands were working my inner legs and thighs. “Very smooth beautiful legs…”, I heard him say behind me.
Oh my god. This was so humiliating, having this random stranger fondle and touch my skin. I kept my mouth shut and looked straight. Dadi remained in his position. “What do you think, Arul?”, Dadi asked, still smiling.
Mr Arul hands were still on my thighs, caressing the smooth flesh. “Very nice, Santosh Ji”, he replied from behind me. I could hear the lust in his voice, I know he wanted to fuck me really bad but Dadi being there was holding him back.
My body jerked up suddenly as both his hands suddenly entered my shorts from the gaps on my legs. I felt both Mr Arul’s hands on my ass cheeks, gripping it firmly. I let out a big gasp as his sudden action took me by surprise. “Fantastic ass…”. His thumbs were buried under my butt line, all his fingers roaming around the juicy ass meat. He squeezed hard again, holding my entire ass in his hands and started to jiggle the meat. “Hmmmm…. very firm….”, he whispered, letting out a little sigh.
He continued kneading my ass for awhile then let go, taking his hands out from under my shorts. I felt humiliated, having this stranger’s hands roam my body freely. Mr Arul tapped my ass, watching the meat move and jiggle a little bit. “Go have a seat, ma.”, he said to me.
I slowly made my way around the table again and sat at the other end of the couch. Away from Dadi at the other end, looking down at my legs. I did not want to look at either man in the face.
“I think she has a lot of potential to go far in this business, Santosh Ji.”, Mr Arul sneered at my direction.
“That’s good to hear….”
“I would actually like to take some pictures of her... you know… to send back to the agency. I think we may be able to immediately find work for her once she is done with her studies.”
“Fantastic Arul. Can you do it here?”
I saw his face drop a bit. He probably wanted to do it alone with me so he could take the opportunity to touch me without Dadi around. “Yes… yes of course.”, he said looking around the house. “That can be done. I will need some time to prepare the clothes for her to model as well…”.
“How does next Saturday morning sound?”, Dadi asked. I knew why he chose that day. Nani was going for a wedding in the village next door. She was going to be away for the entire weekend. Fuck. I didn’t have a say in this situation, the choice was made for me by Dadi.
“Sounds great, Santosh Ji.”
**End of Part 7.**
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