Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women

[ddey333]

"Before you say anything." Reena herself had prepared a small speech. "I am sorry I kept you in the dark. I am sorry if you feel violated or manipulated or used. But like I said before, you had a good time on the way. And you made good money too. If I had told you what I was...recruiting you for, you would have stormed out. So I decided to let things play out slowly. And they played out well. So if you want to throw a fit and yell at me, go ahead. But remember that in this arrangement, everyone has benefited. And your daughter's college fun looks a lot healthier."

"I still feel betrayed." Mansi frowned.
"And I am sorry for that." Reena nodded. "But you are here, so obviously, you are not retiring from the game."
Mansi didn't say anything for a few moments. Then she spoke.
"When is Duttsahab coming back? I called him a few times but..."
"He brushed you off? Yes. I know. Forget Duttsahab. He has moved on to another woman."
"So to him I really was just a..."
"A whore? Yes. If you want to keep using that demeaning word. I prefer escort or companion. Remember Mansi, it's not like you are turning tricks on the bylanes of Kamathipura. You provided company to a rich gentleman. You had mutually enjoyable sex with him. You made a good amount of money."
The young woman nodded.
"And you will continue doing that if you cooperate with me. Duttsahab is gone. There are hundreds of other Duttsahabs."
"But will he..."
"Will he want you again? He might. Who knows. But until then, we have to think of the future. And fattening up that bank account even more. And living the good life."
"Hmmm."
"So...here we go."
Reena turned her laptop and showed Mansi the screen. There was the picture of an old gentleman with a mustache and glasses shaking hands with Bill Clinton.
"You mean..."
"Hahaha no, not Bill Clinton. Although the next time he is in town, I could show him your picture. I am talking about the other guy. Mr. Reddy who is a bigshot in the media."
"Oh..." she looked at the face.
"If it looks familiar, it's because you have met him with Duttsahab at some event. He remembers you very well. Was quite taken by you. So in two days, in this very hotel. He has an hour free. He will pay five thousand. My standard commission is 20%, so that leaves you with four...what?"
"Just five thousand???" Mansi felt almost insulted. That's how much Duttsahab paid her for just going to an event.
"Not everyone is as generous as Duttsahab. Besides, you have to remember that you are starting off as a rookie. I know the ridiculous amounts you got paid, but that is an exception. Once you build up a reputation and a wider client base, sure, you can charge ten twenty even fifty thousand."
"Sorry, but that sounds too low." Mansi's middle class haggling side came out. "To sleep with a stranger and then I take home only five..."
"Four."
"Excuse me?"
"You take home four thousand. My commission is 20%."
"You make one thousand for what?" Mansi said sarcastically. "Just making a phone call?"
"Mansi!!" Reena raised her voice. "Don't forget who you're talking to. I earn my commission. With me, you will get to meet the best..."
"I am sorry, but that amount is too low." Mansi shrugged. "Ask for ten thousand."
"Who the fuck do you think you are? And what do you think this is, haggling over a kilo of onion? I have been in this business for decades. Don't let Duttsahab's splurging make you think you are some hot shot. There are actresses and models who are okay starting off at that rate."
"Then I don't need you." Mansi said and got up.
"Mansi...MANSI!!" she shouted but the young woman started walking out.