Adultery The Naughtiest Wife

[reema4uhoney]

Chapter: 21: Part One: X

 

The shadows began getting long around 7:00 pm in Chicago even though sunset was still technically over an hour away. Shubhangi was standing in her bedroom in a nothing but a towel staring at her closet wondering what did a 30 something woman wear to a 20 something club. As she selected and discarded her third outfit Richa entered her room. Richa apparently had no such dilemma. Shubhangi turned and almost didn’t recognize her. Richa was wearing black fish net stockings that outlined her tanned sensual legs and disappeared under a black skirt that was barely able to function as much more than a belt. She wore a thin white ‘wife beater’ tank top with no bra, but covered that with a silky maroon blouse that also was nearly see through. Her makeup was applied thicker than usual giving her usually innocent looking eyes an appearance of worldly experience and hardness.

 

“Holy shit…” Shubhangi said.

 

Richa grinned at Shubhangi and through her outward appearance Shubhangi could see the glow of her true self come through. “You like?” Richa asked.

 

“Where in God’s name did you get that get up? I know your mother didn’t buy that for you…” Shubhangi said.

 

“No…Mom would freak…but I went out one night with a friend…who took me shopping on the miracle mile…I couldn’t afford anything there…so we stopped by this store…and found out this…I brought it more to make her happy…than really for me…but tonight it seemed appropriate…” Richa giggled and replied.

 

“And who is this friend?” Shubhangi asked not recalling Richa telling her about a new girlfriend.

 

“Oh…just a girl I met at work…she is kind of wild…and has been trying to get me to go out with her and her friends…but I’ve always said No…” Richa said.

 

“I see…” Shubhangi said wondering if that would continue.

 

“What are you gonna wear?” Richa asked Shubhangi staring over Shubhangi’s shoulder at her array of casual and work clothes. Apparently, Shubhangi had somehow phased the ‘going out to get laid’ section of her wardrobe out over the last couple of years. Richa giggled and began pulling clothes out of the closet and discarding them much like Shubhangi had been doing, but at a much faster rate.

Finally, they settled on a black skirt that was too short for Shubhangi’s usual tastes, but still longer than Richa’s, a red silk shirt, a push up bra, and a pair of red thong underwear. Shubhangi put on the clothes and was reminded of how she felt in St. Louis some months ago when Michelle had dressed her for a strip club. Shubhangi recalled that night had also started out with a phone call to call off work. When Shubhangi’s outfits were complete, Richa poured them both a double shot of Absolute Vodka that was in the freezer and the immediate burn in Shubhangi’s stomach slowly turned to a relaxed and giddy feeling that only alcohol can provide.

 

Richa picked up her camera off the table and checked the film and some settings and said, “Ready?”

 

“Well…I guess…I’m as ready as I’ll ever be…” Shubhangi replied truthfully, not sure if she was ready or not. They hailed a cab and within 15 minutes were on the beach at Lake Michigan witnessing an amazing sunset. Richa snapped a few shots of the skyline and continuously fiddled with the variety of settings on her camera. Shubhangi watched Richa work silently, and her face was hard and intense like Shubhangi had never seen it. Richa worked the camera across the skyline, pausing to change lenses every few minutes. Shubhangi watched Richa work with professional intensity. Richa was clearly passionate about her work and handled her camera with the mastery of long practice. Shubhangi enjoyed this side of Richa and respected the skill and ambition with which she plied her trade.

 

When Richa finished she looked up at Shubhangi and said. “How about a shot of you?” she asked swinging the camera at Shubhangi direction. Gone was the professional intensity and Richa’s eyes sparkled with humour, much like a professional basketball player who was playing a game of horse in his old neighbourhood.

 

Shubhangi smiled and the camera clicked. “Turn toward the water…” Richa commanded, and Shubhangi did. ‘Click’ the camera went again and Shubhangi giggled feeling a little self- conscious, Shubhangi twirled once letting her hair whip around her shoulder as the camera clicked on. Shubhangi was enjoying herself now and struck a variety of poses for Richa who was also smiling and giggling as she snapped more shots of Shubhangi. The camera made a spinning sound and Shubhangi knew the roll was finished. Richa waited for the rewinding film to stop and deftly plucked it out of the back of the camera and reloaded with another, quickly and efficiently, like a soldier reloading a weapon. Richa snapped the cover closed and said “Let’s go have some fun…”

 

They walked up Lake Shore Drive and hailed a cab. It was 8:48 when they stepped out of the cab 14 blocks north and 8 blocks west in front of ‘X’. It was not a tall building by Chicago standards, and from the outside it looked almost like a warehouse. The last of the sun was fading and the neon ‘X’ that blazed white against the dark bricks above a single door was the only indication that something other than rats inhabited the building. Shubhangi drew in a deep breath and had a sudden sense of foreboding, she was not sure why, but Richa apparently did not feel it. Richa was out of the cab and on the third step up carrying her camera bag before Shubhangi could pay the driver and follow. Shubhangi caught Richa just before she entered and grabbed her right arm above the elbow.

 

“Are you sure you want to go in there?” Shubhangi asked.

 

Richa looked at Shubhangi with wide innocent eyes and then replied “Sure…why not?”

 

Shubhangi shook her head and wondered why she was being so skittish. “No reason…never mind…” Shubhangi said not entirely successful in letting go of her feelings, but unable to place a finger on why she felt so anxious.

 

Richa looked at Shubhangi a moment longer and then said “Let’s go…” She opened the door and Shubhangi followed her in. The first thing that Shubhangi noticed was that it was dark. Not black, but dark. Shubhangi’s eyes slowly adjusted and she could hear music throbbing away somewhere deeper inside the building. Just inside the vestibule was a large black man in a tuxedo. He was easily six and a half feet tall and must have tipped the scales at well over 300 pounds. He was not fat; he was big. His bald head held piercing black eyes of a predator. A single diamond stud ear ring decorated his right earlobe. He wore a black tuxedo over a white shirt that was so bright in the place that it seemed to glow. His shoulders were broad and his body looked as if it might be carved out of a piece of stone. He didn’t move when they entered, but Shubhangi could feel his eyes moving over them appraisingly.

 

“Good evening ladies…” He said in perfect English. When he spoke a single gold, tooth gleamed in the right side of his mouth. This had both the effect of making him look more sophisticated as well as harder than before if this was possible. Shubhangi smiled nervously. Richa did likewise. This was one hard case, and Shubhangi would feel sorry for the person stupid enough to cross this guy.

 

“Hi…can we come in?” Richa said smiling.

 

The black man smiled slowly at Richa and said “The cover is $20.00…” Richa handed him two twenty-dollar bills and he stared at them again questioningly and then shook his head. He stepped aside and unbuckled a velvet rope that hung between two brass poles protecting a staircase leading down into darkness.

 

“You ladies have a good time…” He said as they passed. He was obviously a bouncer and also probably security, but his perfect diction and graceful elegance with which he carried himself only added to Shubhangi’s nervousness although she still didn’t know why. Later Shubhangi would wonder if when they crossed that velvet rope was when the trouble began or if it had been sooner than that even. Shubhangi would never know, but the consequences would be larger than either Shubhangi or Richa would have ever imagined.

 

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‘X’ was an assault on the senses in every way, and Shubhangi was once again reminded of her trip to St. Louis with Michelle. The basement they stepped into at the bottom of the stairs was filled with smoke and from the smell of it, not all of it was from cigarettes. The room was expansive, and the warehouse feel was accurate. There was a bar running 50 feet the length of the short side of the room. The room was only half full as it was still very early for the type of crowd this place attracted and Shubhangi wondered if they would still be here in the short hours of the morning when this place really cranked up. The only lights were black lights over the bar with a few pin lights on the various bottles. The rest of the room was lit by coloured disco lights hanging from the ceiling. The floor was tiered on many levels to break the size of the room into smaller, more eye pleasing spaces that felt more intimate. The bar was on a raised platform that allowed those sitting at it to see over the sea of people. At the other end was a stage although it was currently being used as a dance floor. It was Sunday night after all. Above it was two platforms that stood 10 feet off the ground where two round, human sized, bird cages hung suspended. They were empty now, but Shubhangi could see scantily clad women dancing in them over the hundreds dancing below in her mind's eye.

 

The overall effect was to create an underground club so cliché that it could be on a movie set. And what made it even more absurd was the clientele. This was not an underground sub culture rave hangout. It was a bar that offered young professionals a place to pretend they were part of that sub culture. It was an illusion: a fraud. So of course, it was the most popular place in town with the 20 something crowd that had enough money to spend to come here. The irony was that the subculture they were pretending to identify with by coming here could never afford the cover and drink prices. Shubhangi smiled to herself at the absurdity of it. This place was built on the young professional’s fantasy of rebellion. And here Shubhangi was with Richa.

 

Now Shubhangi understood the big black guy out front. The elegant dress and polite manners were all there for the rich yuppies along with the fantasy of a big black dude there to keep the peace. He was window dressing for the customers and security for what the customers would consider scumbags (or people who had mistaken this club for the true underground). This was beyond ironic. The club had a bouncer to keep out people who were really a part of the sub culture that the yuppie elite were trying to pretend they were. It was a joke that no one around Shubhangi seemed to get. Shubhangi wondered how many of these ‘hardcore partiers’ would wake up tomorrow and put on a suit or dress and go to an office only to worry about the weekly report that was due or the email they got from their boss last Friday demanding that their productivity increase.

 

Were these people here just to escape reality and to pretend they were free from their lives if only for a little while? Shubhangi suspected they were, she glanced around and took in the people around her. They certainly didn’t dress like the office crowd. Shubhangi and Richa had dressed conservatively compared to some of the women. The men were mostly dressed in black and some wore dark makeup under their eyes, but there was something else too. Shubhangi looked again to confirm her suspicions and was pleased to see she was right. No one had any obvious tattoos. Shubhangi saw a few butterflies on ankles or hearts on hips, but nothing overt that could not be covered up. Very few eyebrow or lip piercing either. These were most definitely wannabes. At the realization, Shubhangi smiled outwardly.

 

“What?” Richa asked seeing Shubhangi smile.

 

“Nothing…let’s go party….” Shubhangi said feeling much better about this place. This was about as authentic as a cocktail party on Michigan Avenue, but what the hell it might be fun. Shubhangi followed Richa to the bar and after she flashed her ID at the guy behind the bar who didn’t look of age himself. Then they were doing another shot of vodka followed by a screwdriver served in plastic glasses. Shubhangi knew she wouldn’t last long at this rate of alcohol consumption, but fuck it she wouldn’t mind leaving a little early anyway. Shubhangi and Richa took up a spot across from the bar near the ledge that overlooked the dance floor. Shubhangi noticed Richa’s eyes scanning the crowd a little more than casually.

 

‘So, we aren’t here to pick up boys, but to meet one boy in particular.’ Shubhangi thought and suddenly she understood. Richa hoped someone she was interested in would show up here tonight. That’s why she wanted to go out on a Sunday. That’s why she blushed so fiercely when Shubhangi teased her about needing to get laid. Shubhangi smiled inwardly again. This club really was enlightening if nothing else. About ½ an hour later they were still standing by the bar on their second round of drinks. The crowd was picking up a little, but it was still relatively early. Shubhangi leaned into Richa to ask her something when a voice behind then said “Richa?”

 

Shubhangi and Richa both turned and saw a young man of perhaps 25 standing there. Richa smiled awkwardly and waved. The man came toward them dressed in a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt. He had black jeans and stood about 6 feet tall. He had dark short hair and penetrating brown eyes. His body was lean and muscular, but not overly so. He probably weighed about 180 pounds. He held a cigarette in his right hand clumsily, and Shubhangi impression was that it was more for show than anything else.

 

‘So, this is what this trip is all about’ Shubhangi thought and could definitely understand Richa’s attraction. Shubhangi hypothesized that this was a work friend.

 

“Hi…” Richa said a little more than casually as if she’d been waiting for him to show up.

 

“What’s going on? What are you doing here?” Mr. tall dark and handsome asked as he approached them.

 

“Oh nothing…just hanging out…” Richa said feigning indifference.

 

After a few more seconds of waiting to be introduced Shubhangi cleared her throat next to Richa who seemingly had forgotten Shubhangi existed.

 

“Oh my God…I’m sorry…this is my friend Shubhangi…” Richa stammered.

 

Shubhangi noticed that she’d been relegated to friend instead of aunt with a bit of irritation, but Shubhangi hid it well. “Nice to meet you…” Shubhangi said.

 

“And this is Chad Peterson…a friend of mine from work….” Richa continued saying his name with a bit of awe in her voice.

 

Shubhangi shook hands with Chad who eyed her up and down in a way she didn’t much care for. “Nice to meet you Shubhangi…” he said smiling at Shubhangi with a grin that was as fake as costume jewellery. Shubhangi wondered if the way he was looking at her was how a mouse might feel staring into a snake’s eyes a minute before it was lunch. Shubhangi returned his smile with an empty one of her own.

 

“Chad works in the department across the hall from mine…He is in print…” Richa continued, Shubhangi had no idea what it meant to be in print, but nodded as if Richa had just told her he was Jesus Christ’s personal assistant.

 

Chad turned back to Richa. “So…you decided to run with the wolves and try out ‘X’ huh?” he asked.

 

Shubhangi rolled her eyes but thankfully neither saw her. Was this fucking guy for real? ‘Run with the wolves?’ What the fuck did that mean and who did he think he was Tarzan?

 

Richa smiled demurely and Shubhangi was stunned to see her actually falling for this line of bullshit. How could she be so naïve? Her perception skills need a tune up if she couldn’t see through this wind bag.

 

Chad continued “Yeah…I like to come here once a month or so…it keeps me in touch with what it’s like to be real you know? I mean come on those drones in the office would freak in a place like this…but it’s cool, you know…these people can relate down here…but you can’t fuck with them…that’s for sure…they’d eat those fuckers in the towers we work in for breakfast….”

 

‘What a jack ass’ Shubhangi thought, but Richa only nodded.

 

“Well thanks for telling me about this place…I thought…I would come down…and check it out….” Richa replied.

 

“No problem babe…just hang with me…and you’ll be fine…” Chad said and then he bent down toward Richa conspiratorially as if to impart some great secret, but he said it loud enough for Shubhangi to hear. “I know people here…important people who like make the world spin…sometimes we help each other out…I might not be in my job long if things go well…” he grinned and said.

 

Shubhangi tried not to laugh. She really did, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. He must have noticed because the line of bullshit stopped immediately and Chad glared at Shubhangi as if daring her to challenge his words.

 

“I need a drink…Richa if you want…we can hang out in a bit…I’ve to go see some people…” he announced.

 

Shubhangi noticed he didn’t offer to bring them or at least Richa a drink. ‘Rude and full of shit’ Shubhangi thought.

 

“Okay sure…” Richa replied not noticing the edge in his voice. Chad turned and walked away toward the bar.

 

Shubhangi turned away from him not trusting herself not to burst out in laughter at any moment. So, this is the big crush. Chad the pissant. Chad from down the hall who is in ‘print’, Chad who knows ‘people’. In other words, Chad the Dickhead bullshit artist who thinks he’s a big fish or on his way to becoming one anyway.

 

What the fuck was Richa thinking? This guy was 90% bullshit and 10% con man. But he was attractive. There was no denying that. In fact, he was a little more than attractive, he was hot. Richa was not the first 18-year-old to let a line of bullshit and a pretty face talk her into doing some pretty fucked up shit.

 

Richa turned to Shubhangi and squeezed her upper arm, “So, what do you think? Isn’t he hot?” Richa asked genuinely grinning.

 

Shubhangi smiled and tried not to let her own feelings show through too much. “Very…so, are you two going out?” Shubhangi replied.

 

“No…but at least he knows…I’m alive…he is the one who told me about this place…and how it’s where all the Chicago underground hangs out…he’s really connected with the social scene …and he knows all sorts of people…” Richa said this last part in a whisper implying the sorts of people he knows might be dangerous. Shubhangi understood a lot more now. Richa had probably fantasized about Chicago for years and knew there was a seedy side to the city that she’d only come in contact with through newspapers and television. The thought of exploring Chicago’s dark side was exciting to Richa.

 

Then out of the blue, here comes Chad, a handsome guy from the city who claims to be connected. Richa was not the first young woman to be seduced by a scuz-ball like Chad, but all in all he probably was harmless. He was just some prick who’d convinced himself he was important and liked to play at being connected. He probably watched Goodfellows twice a week. The reality of the Chicago crime scene, at least the organized part, was not really as dramatic as the movies and the news made it out to be. The really connected people would no more tell their girlfriends about their jobs as they would tell them about the time, they caught VD from a hooker on Halsted Avenue.

 

Michelle had once dated a guy who was the real deal, as they say, and for the first 3 months of their relationship she didn’t even know it. She found out by accident when she found a scrap of paper with the name of a restaurant and a time written on it next to the phone. The time was odd because it said 3AM. She didn’t think too much of it, but the next weekend the restaurant burned down at 3AM. The news suggested it a front for organized crime. And that’s all Michelle ever knew. That’s all there was, one scrap of paper with a name and time on it. No men in overcoats, no FBI agents dressed in black hiding in trees. Just a piece of paper. Michelle was not stupid though and began thinking about her new boyfriend. Things had a way of not adding up in a way that only hindsight could see. She never confronted him.

 

Michelle ended the relationship without telling him why the next morning. After that the guy, Robert, called her a couple of times, but eventually let her go. Thank God. That guy was scary. Not because he was different than other guys, but because he wasn’t. Hell, Shubhangi thought he was a nice guy and had double dated with them. Two years later the FBI came by Michelle house asking questions. When it became obvious Michelle had no idea what they wanted and had not seen Robert in two years, they told her that he was found in a shallow grave outside of Joliet. They think he had been there for at least 6 months and had been killed by a bullet in the back of the head.

 

Michelle insisted on going to the burial. Shubhangi went with her but thought it was a bad idea. But Michelle had cared for him so they went, they decided to stand back and pay their respects from afar. When the procession arrived, it was surprisingly short. Shubhangi had envisioned lines of limos with hundreds of people speaking in Italian and vowing revenge. In reality Shubhangi counted 31 people including the funeral home staff and minister. No one wailed and cried. No one shouted in Italian. Shubhangi and Michelle didn’t notice the FBI taking picture from behind trees. In twenty minutes, the service was over the small crowd dispersed. No one socialized or hugged even. Most seemed like they were there out of duty rather than desire and when it was over, they scattered. The last two to leave were his parents. Even they seemed more resigned than surprised by their son’s brutal murder. They got into a light blue Toyota and left. Michelle and Shubhangi walked back to their car and did the same.

 

Chad was definitely no Robert. Chad bragged too much and wanted to show off how cool he was. Chicago was as full of wannabe gangsters as Hollywood was full of wannabe actors. Shubhangi decided to let Richa have her night of fantasy.

 

“Earth to Aunt Shu?” Richa’s voice said from somewhere.

 

Shubhangi turned toward Richa, Richa was looking at Shubhangi questioningly. “Are you okay?” Richa asked.

 

“Yeah sorry…I kind of spaced there…I think…I’ve had enough vodka…” Shubhangi smiled and replied.

 

“Well…then let’s go dance it out of you…” Richa grinned and said, and before Shubhangi could protest or even speak, Richa had taken Shubhangi by the wrist and was leading/dragging her through the crowd that was starting to thicken. Shubhangi followed Richa, not unaware that she was clearly one of the older chicks in this crowd. Shubhangi doubted if she would get picked up tonight noticing the skinny, half dressed, 20-year-old girls all around her. But what the hell, it’s sometimes fun to pretend you’re still young.

 

Richa staked out a spot dead centre in the middle of the dance floor and began swaying her hips and body to the music. Shubhangi joined Richa and had to admire her. Richa danced well, albeit provocatively. But then again that was how everyone was dancing. The women outnumbered the men on the dance floor two to one, and Shubhangi and Richa were not the only two women dancing with each other. The music changed and a new song came on that was fast and blaring and reminded Shubhangi of noise. Apparently, Shubhangi was the only one who thought so, because the density on the dance floor increased immediately and Shubhangi and Richa were pushed closer together. Richa put her right hand on Shubhangi’s left hip as she swayed. Richa was smiling at Shubhangi and rolled her hips in time with the music as if using Shubhangi as a brass stripper pole. Shubhangi laughed and ground her hips back toward Richa in a sexually mocking way having fun and cutting loose.

 

Shubhangi looked around, a few of the men on the dance floor watched them. Shubhangi saw two young women near them kissing and rubbing each other’s breasts. On the other side of them, a woman was bent over at the waist as a man behind her ground his crotch into her ass. Shubhangi looked over Richa’s shoulder and saw Chad approaching carrying two drinks. He smiled his fake smile and handed them to Shubhangi and Richa and both Shubhangi and Richa drank heavily enjoying the cold taste of vodka and orange juice in the heat of the dance floor.  Chad then took up a position behind Richa, his hands found her hips and she momentarily looked startled. Richa looked back as he pulled her into him, mimicking doggie style sex.

 

Richa grinned and blushed at the same time, but made no effort to move away. Rather she pushed her ass back against him simulating sex all the while moving in time to the music. Shubhangi was pushed almost on top of Richa by the ever-increasing crowd. Chad and Richa were forced to stand as the crowd pushed in around them, and Shubhangi was pushed into Richa making a ‘Richa Sandwich’ with Shubhangi on one side and Chad, on the other. They danced like this for perhaps ten minutes. When the music finally stopped the crowd erupted in approving applause, and Richa whispered in Shubhangi’s ear “God…his cock is as big as Tim’s…”

 

Shubhangi was feeling giddy and just laughed. It must have been the alcohol but it was hitting Shubhangi hard and all of the sudden. How did she get so drunk so fast, Shubhangi wondered? Richa was grinning and swaying in a disconnected way that someone who has had too much to drink does. Her eyes were closed as she seemed to lose herself in the moment. Shubhangi found herself wanting to follow her lead into the abyss Zen she seemed to have found.

 

‘The lights are so pretty here’ Shubhangi thought as she let her vision wander toward the dance floor lights suspended from the ceiling. Each light now held an unfamiliar halo glow and Shubhangi smiled to herself thinking that nothing in the world mattered except feeling good right at this moment. And she did feel good. The throb of the music had an almost palpable texture. Shubhangi’s skin seemed alive to every sensation and the feel of the crowd around her felt wonderful as if she was part of a greater whole. Somewhere deep down Shubhangi thought she heard a mental alarm go off, but then it was lost in the perfection of this moment. Nothing could be wrong that felt so wonderful.

 

Shubhangi looked down and saw Richa returning her smile with her own radiance. ‘God she is beautiful’ Shubhangi thought, Shubhangi wanted to kiss Richa now so badly that it was almost a compulsion. Shubhangi took Richa’s hands in her and pulled Richa to her in time to the music. Shubhangi wanted to feel Richa’s body and the radiance that she held. Shubhangi didn’t kiss Richa, but rather felt Richa’s warmth and softness against her body and shivered with sexual desire so strong that it was overwhelming. Shubhangi was so horny she could barely stand it. Shubhangi felt a hand encircle her waist and a body press against her back. Shubhangi turned to see a twenty something man smiling at her tentatively. He was tall and blond sexy. Without thought or consideration Shubhangi kissed him on the mouth. Shubhangi wanted to taste him. He was gorgeous, Shubhangi licked his lips and plunged her tongue into his mouth. His hands began kneading her breasts in a way that was both untalented but felt so wonderful.

 

Shubhangi’s hand found his jeans and massaged his hardening cock, she wanted him; she broke the kiss momentarily and turned to Richa who was in a deep lip lock with Chad. Part of Shubhangi envied her. Chad was sexy as hell and didn’t seem nearly as offensive as Shubhangi originally had thought. Shubhangi imagined Chad and the unknown blond man fucking hard and fast and felt a hot warmth flood her pussy. Shubhangi took Richa by the hand and drew her near to herself. Chad looked confused but then he saw the lust in Shubhangi’s eyes and only smiled. Something was wrong here, but Shubhangi’s mind seemed dull and unable to sort it out. Part of it was the immense overwhelming beauty Shubhangi felt all around her and her sudden and deep desire to fulfil her sexual desire.

 

“God…Aunt Shu…you’re so fucking sexy…I want to tear off all my clothes right now…and fuck everyone…” Richa said giggling and licking her lips. Hearing Richa speak like this in the middle of the dance floor would have been shocking to Shubhangi, but under the circumstances Shubhangi knew exactly how Richa felt. This time Shubhangi did kiss Richa and Richa kissed Shubhangi back. The kiss was hungry and full of passion. Somewhere in the background Shubhangi heard Chad say “Fuck yeah…” and heard him high five the mysterious blond man. Shubhangi didn’t care, she was lost in a haze of lust and the warmth of Richa’s mouth. Richa and Shubhangi were pried apart by unseen hands that eventually materialized into Chad’s and the boy toy as Shubhangi had come to think of tall, blond, and sexy.

 

“You two want to party?” Chad asked Richa.

Richa smiled and was about to say something when she turned to Shubhangi and whispered conspiratorially “I think…I’m going to finally get laid…” And then she giggled. Shubhangi found herself giggling with Richa. Deep down Shubhangi heard her alarm bells again, louder this time, but again they were lost in a haze of lust and desire, she only wanted to be with Richa and fuck and fuck and fuck.

 

“Let’s go upstairs…” Chad suggested smiling. Shubhangi watched him take Richa gently by the arm and lead her toward a staircase at the other end of the building. Likewise, tall, blond, and hard began pulling Shubhangi that direction. Shubhangi bit her lip feeling a moment of indecision flow through her. Is this what Shubhangi really wanted to do?