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Chapter 2 - The Photography Session.
**Part 8.**
I woke up drenched in sweat. The week had just flown by like a breeze. I looked at the clock, it was 9 AM that Saturday morning. With a heavy feeling in my heart, I slowly slid off my bed and headed into the shower.
“Make sure you be here on time, you little slut. Follow everything Arul tells you to do or I will take you to the slums to get fucked by every man there.”, Dadi held my arm as he whispered this to me before I left for home that rainy night. “Keep your pussy shaved.”, he smiled slyly at me. The words kept echoing in my head. I was still in disbelieve on what had taken place that night.
15 minutes later, I exited the shower, wiping myself as I looked down at my freshly shaven pussy and legs. Grabbing my track pants and a fresh t-shirt from the closet, I silently prayed that Dadi would not allow Mr Arul to take advantage of me. I had told my parents I will be meeting up with Manisha at the mall close by to watch a movie.
I slowly started walking towards the direction of Nani’s house, trying to maximize the time it took to reach the little single-story house. The area around the house was particularly quiet as all the neighbouring houses were distanced very far apart, fields and little farms were spread in between the area. Chickens and cows roamed around freely without a care in the world.
“Shanti Molu!”, Dadi said out loud, looking at my face as I pushed the outside gate open to their little garden. Dadi was standing outside wearing his old worn-out shirt and a white dhoti, a little cup in his hand, a wide smile on his face.
“Hi Dadi”, I said softly, looking down at my feet. I did not want to look at him.
He placed his arms around me, the fingers gently massaging my shoulders. “I hope you are excited for today…”, he said as he slowly guided me into the hall. Looks like Nani has already left to the village next door for her event. I was praying she had decided to stay back as I let out a little sigh.
“Yes…yes…Dadi.”, I lied.
Mr Arul was already there. The big man was in slacks and a tight polo shirt, his big stomach was sticking out as he adjusted the camcorder on a tripod. The camcorder was facing the 3-seater couch in the hall. I noticed Mr Arul didn’t have his rings on today but the heavy gold chain still swung freely from around his neck. He turned around and took a long look at me, a slight look of disappointment came across his face as he saw I had long pants on. “Good morning, ma”, he adjusted his face into a smile, wishing me cheerily.
“Morning uncle.”, I said softly, looking at the tripod he was setting up. On the table in front of him was a small digital camera, against the wall close to the entrance to the living room, two small luggage bags were placed on top of one another, presumably with the clothes he wanted me to model for him.
Mr Arul stood up, facing me, his stomach inches away from my breasts. He pushed the loose strands of hair back behind my ear, the feeling of his touch making me uneasy. “Are you ready for today?”
“Yes.”, I said softly, lying again. In truth I just wanted to go home and be away from these two. I know Dadi was watching me from behind.
“We will start with a short video interview.”, he continued, his right hand on my shoulder, gently pressing it. “If you are ready, you can have a seat first.”, he pointed to the couch. Then looked back at me, adjusting my hair slightly. I moved around the table and sat in the middle of the couch, looking at the camcorder, wondering what sort of interview this was going to be.
Mr Arul sat down on the rattan chair, his eyes looking at the little pop out screen. Dadi stood behind him, still holding his cup, looking at me, his face grim. I could feel his eyes warning me not to cause a scene.
“Lean back … cross your legs.”, Mr Arul said, his eyes still on the camcorder screen.
I shifted my body, placing my right leg over my left knee.
“We will start now.”, he said curtly, as he pressed the record button. He took a piece of paper from the table, and started to ask me some basic questions. Name. Age. Where I lived. What courses I intended to pursue in the future. My dreams and aspirations.
Everything seems normal. The questions nothing out of the ordinary.
Mr Arul stopped for a second, looking at me, a little smile on his face.
“How big are your breasts?”
“Sorry?...”, I was a bit taken aback by his question.
“”Your breasts. What size?”. I saw standing Dadi behind him, looking at me.
“Uhmm… 36 …. 36 C.”, I looked down.
“Keep your eyes on the camcorder.”, he said in a serious tone. “Nipple colour?”
What the hell.
“Hmm…. Dark brown…”, I replied.
“Do you masturbate?”
My eyes widened. Were these questions on the list, I wondered. “Urm… yes… yes I do…”
“How often?”, Mr Arul was looking at the little camcorder screen, looking at the discomfort on my face from his line of questions. Dadi stood there motionless.
“2.. or 3 times… a week”, I answered truthfully. Feeling a little shy.
“Focus on the camcorder. Do you use any toys?”
“Toys?”
“Dildo? Vibrator?”, I saw a creepy smile on Mr Arul’s face.
“Uh.. no.. no toys”. Of course I didn’t have any toys. I didn’t even know where to buy any of these. The risk of buying anything online and being delivered to my conservative home was too big of a chance that I was not willing to take.
“Are you a virgin?”
“What?! Are these questions really necessary?”, I blurted out.
“Answer him.”, Dadi said, his eyes locking into mine, his lips a thin line with no expression.
“Er… no… I am not.”, I said, looking down. How could I tell him that the first cock to enter me was Dadi’s. The memory came flooding back into my brain.
“Ok. That’s great.” Mr Arul said, pressing a button on the camcorder. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”, chuckling to himself. “Santosh Ji, can we get her to change so we can start with the photoshoot?”
“Of course, Arul. Do what you need to do.”, Dadi replied him, a little smile on his face.
**End of Part 8.**
**Part 8.**
I woke up drenched in sweat. The week had just flown by like a breeze. I looked at the clock, it was 9 AM that Saturday morning. With a heavy feeling in my heart, I slowly slid off my bed and headed into the shower.
“Make sure you be here on time, you little slut. Follow everything Arul tells you to do or I will take you to the slums to get fucked by every man there.”, Dadi held my arm as he whispered this to me before I left for home that rainy night. “Keep your pussy shaved.”, he smiled slyly at me. The words kept echoing in my head. I was still in disbelieve on what had taken place that night.
15 minutes later, I exited the shower, wiping myself as I looked down at my freshly shaven pussy and legs. Grabbing my track pants and a fresh t-shirt from the closet, I silently prayed that Dadi would not allow Mr Arul to take advantage of me. I had told my parents I will be meeting up with Manisha at the mall close by to watch a movie.
I slowly started walking towards the direction of Nani’s house, trying to maximize the time it took to reach the little single-story house. The area around the house was particularly quiet as all the neighbouring houses were distanced very far apart, fields and little farms were spread in between the area. Chickens and cows roamed around freely without a care in the world.
“Shanti Molu!”, Dadi said out loud, looking at my face as I pushed the outside gate open to their little garden. Dadi was standing outside wearing his old worn-out shirt and a white dhoti, a little cup in his hand, a wide smile on his face.
“Hi Dadi”, I said softly, looking down at my feet. I did not want to look at him.
He placed his arms around me, the fingers gently massaging my shoulders. “I hope you are excited for today…”, he said as he slowly guided me into the hall. Looks like Nani has already left to the village next door for her event. I was praying she had decided to stay back as I let out a little sigh.
“Yes…yes…Dadi.”, I lied.
Mr Arul was already there. The big man was in slacks and a tight polo shirt, his big stomach was sticking out as he adjusted the camcorder on a tripod. The camcorder was facing the 3-seater couch in the hall. I noticed Mr Arul didn’t have his rings on today but the heavy gold chain still swung freely from around his neck. He turned around and took a long look at me, a slight look of disappointment came across his face as he saw I had long pants on. “Good morning, ma”, he adjusted his face into a smile, wishing me cheerily.
“Morning uncle.”, I said softly, looking at the tripod he was setting up. On the table in front of him was a small digital camera, against the wall close to the entrance to the living room, two small luggage bags were placed on top of one another, presumably with the clothes he wanted me to model for him.
Mr Arul stood up, facing me, his stomach inches away from my breasts. He pushed the loose strands of hair back behind my ear, the feeling of his touch making me uneasy. “Are you ready for today?”
“Yes.”, I said softly, lying again. In truth I just wanted to go home and be away from these two. I know Dadi was watching me from behind.
“We will start with a short video interview.”, he continued, his right hand on my shoulder, gently pressing it. “If you are ready, you can have a seat first.”, he pointed to the couch. Then looked back at me, adjusting my hair slightly. I moved around the table and sat in the middle of the couch, looking at the camcorder, wondering what sort of interview this was going to be.
Mr Arul sat down on the rattan chair, his eyes looking at the little pop out screen. Dadi stood behind him, still holding his cup, looking at me, his face grim. I could feel his eyes warning me not to cause a scene.
“Lean back … cross your legs.”, Mr Arul said, his eyes still on the camcorder screen.
I shifted my body, placing my right leg over my left knee.
“We will start now.”, he said curtly, as he pressed the record button. He took a piece of paper from the table, and started to ask me some basic questions. Name. Age. Where I lived. What courses I intended to pursue in the future. My dreams and aspirations.
Everything seems normal. The questions nothing out of the ordinary.
Mr Arul stopped for a second, looking at me, a little smile on his face.
“How big are your breasts?”
“Sorry?...”, I was a bit taken aback by his question.
“”Your breasts. What size?”. I saw standing Dadi behind him, looking at me.
“Uhmm… 36 …. 36 C.”, I looked down.
“Keep your eyes on the camcorder.”, he said in a serious tone. “Nipple colour?”
What the hell.
“Hmm…. Dark brown…”, I replied.
“Do you masturbate?”
My eyes widened. Were these questions on the list, I wondered. “Urm… yes… yes I do…”
“How often?”, Mr Arul was looking at the little camcorder screen, looking at the discomfort on my face from his line of questions. Dadi stood there motionless.
“2.. or 3 times… a week”, I answered truthfully. Feeling a little shy.
“Focus on the camcorder. Do you use any toys?”
“Toys?”
“Dildo? Vibrator?”, I saw a creepy smile on Mr Arul’s face.
“Uh.. no.. no toys”. Of course I didn’t have any toys. I didn’t even know where to buy any of these. The risk of buying anything online and being delivered to my conservative home was too big of a chance that I was not willing to take.
“Are you a virgin?”
“What?! Are these questions really necessary?”, I blurted out.
“Answer him.”, Dadi said, his eyes locking into mine, his lips a thin line with no expression.
“Er… no… I am not.”, I said, looking down. How could I tell him that the first cock to enter me was Dadi’s. The memory came flooding back into my brain.
“Ok. That’s great.” Mr Arul said, pressing a button on the camcorder. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”, chuckling to himself. “Santosh Ji, can we get her to change so we can start with the photoshoot?”
“Of course, Arul. Do what you need to do.”, Dadi replied him, a little smile on his face.
**End of Part 8.**
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