Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Sammy, the bodyguard in Alexei’s employ calls Nikolai. 

Getting paid by two masters for the same information is proving quite lucrative for him. It helps that people think that because he is so muscular, he must be stupid. He is many things, but stupid isn’t one of them. People think he is hired muscle for Alexei, but the truth is that he has been the Russian’s secret right hand man for a while now.


Back in his native place in Aligarh, he might’ve ended up as a bahubali, a local gunda or enforcer for a politician or mafia, but here in the nation’s capital, he actually holds the title of security chief for one of Alexei’s shell companies.

“Nikolai,” he says, “Alexei’s container is almost full. Arvind Bhai is going to make a move soon. He’s going to pick her up from her home and take her to the docks where the container is. It’s going to be game over if you don’t make a move soon.” 

Sammy knows from Arvind that he’d made a deal with Nikolai before he got sick, and the deal involved this particular woman. 

That was before Alexei had been called away to Kyiv. He knows also that Nikolai has a hard on for this particular woman. 

He wonders what it is that’s so special about this woman. He himself can’t see it because he swings the other way. But he does appreciate that she is a good looking woman.

“Wait,” Nikolai says in his weird accent, “Isn’t the plan to pluck her up from Bhim colony? From that guy’s house?” 

He says pluck, like she’s a chicken, sitting there, just waiting to be snapped up. The truth is, that for the large majority of women they traffic, it is just so. Some they pull off the streets, some from their homes, offices, anywhere. Nowhere is safe. Nikolai snaps his fingers, trying to remember the name. Finally, he gets it, “Prakash.”

Sammy hesitates just long enough for Nikolai to say, “You want me to get her from her house? Or send someone to pick her up?”

“Yes, that would be better. I think he will want to wait for darkness, perhaps 5 pm or so before he does it.” Sammy isn’t eager to cross Arvind quite yet. It is enough for now that he is getting paid twice for the same work, but not yet time to make a move. In a few days he thinks it will be time. 

“Okay,” I’ll see if I can find Prakash or Nawaz. Those fuckers have no sense of time or duty.” Still grumbling about how hard it was to get good help these days, these lazy motherfuckers, sister-fuckers, Nikolai hangs up. 

Sammy wonders again how and when the Russian got so fluent in Hindi that he could swear so readily and fluently and with no accent at all. In fact, he thinks the guy sounds like he might've grown up in UP, possibly near his hometown.