Drunk Upper class woman - Makes out with anyone - even with a Rickshaw Puller(video+)

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Scene 6

The next day, the St. Stephen's canteen was back to its normal, noisy self. The smell of oily chhole bhature was in the air.

Anya, Zara, and Kian were huddled around their usual corner table.

Kian: “So, you got home okay, Anya? You were... very 'fluffy' yesterday.”
Anya was practically bouncing in her seat. She couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Anya: (Leaning in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper) “Oh my god, you guys. You won't believe what happened after you left.”

Zara: (Her eyes lit up, already smelling gossip) “Acha? What? Did your driver bhaiya finally stop being so khadoos?”

Anya: “No! That’s the thing! I... I think I made him more khadoos in my fluffiness.”
She told them everything. About asking him how big his saamaan was.

Kian: (His face went pale, dropping his samosa) “Anya! You didn't! That’s... that's horrible! He's an old man!”

Zara: (Was trying not to laugh, but failing. She was hiding her mouth behind her hand.) “You asked him kitna bada hai? Anya, you are pagal! What did he say?”

Anya: “He said nothing! He just went all 'Madam, we are home.' He was so boring!”

Kian: “He was probably terrified! You can't just... talk to people like that. He could lose his job!”

Anya: (Waving her hand, just like Zara would) “Arre, Kian, don't be such a professor. He knows I was just joking.”
She then leaned in even closer. Her eyes were dancing.

Anya: “But... that’s not the best part.”

Zara: (Leaning in too, her voice hungry for more) “There’s more?”

Anya: “When he opened the door for me at home... I asked him again. He still didn't answer. So... I... well...”
She paused for dramatic effect.

Anya: “I... I found it myself.”
There was a second of silence. Kian looked confused. Zara's jaw dropped.

Kian: “What does that mean, 'you found it'?”

Anya: (Giggling, she couldn't help it) “I... I... honked his horn!”

Zara: “NO!”

Anya: “YES! Just as I walked past. I just... reached out and... beep beep!”

Kian: (He finally understood. He was completely horrified.) “Anya... you... you grabbed his... his penis?”

Zara: (She exploded. She slammed her hand on the table, howling with laughter, tears rolling down her cheeks.) “BEEP BEEP?! I'M DEAD! I'M DEAD! ANYA OBEROI, YOU ARE A LEGEND! HIS FACE! WHAT DID HE DO?!”

Anya: (Laughing so hard she was crying too, high on Zara's reaction) “He just... jumped! He looked... phunny! His face was like... gasp!”
She made a funny, shocked face, imitating Suresh.

Kian: (He stood up, looking sick.) “That’s... that’s not funny, you guys. That's... assault. That’s disgusting.”

Zara: (Wiping her eyes, still giggling) “Oh, shut up, Kian! Don't be such a behenji. It was just a little masti. He’s a driver. What’s he going to do? Complain to her dad? 'Sir, your gudiya grabbed my auzaar?'”
Zara’s words hit Anya. She was right. He couldn't complain.

Anya: (A new, cold, calculation dawning in her eyes, even as she smiled) “Yeah... what is he going to do?”
She looked at Kian's disgusted face, and then at Zara's delighted one. She had made her choice.

Anya: “Come on, Zara, let’s go. Kian is ruining the fun. I want a cold coffee. A... special... cold coffee.”

Zara: (Grinning, slinging an arm around Anya) “Now you're talking, my little shaitaan (devil). Let's go.”

Kian just stood there, watching them walk away, laughing together. He felt like the entire world had just tilted off its axis.