Adultery Rubika - The woman with the mic

[Professor69]

Chapter-3

Prakash Yadav was sitting on a luxury sofa in his grand farmhouse. There was another man, Bablu, who runs Prakash’s illegal liquor business, sitting across from him. There was an open bottle of whisky on the center table, and both men had a glass of whisky in their hands.

“So, what have you decided about this?”

“Don't worry about it, CM can think what he wants to think, but an election can’t be won by just good thinking. You need money to campaign and win the election, and that money comes from people like us. To keep doing the good work, he needs to be re-elected first, then only the CM can keep doing all the developmental work he is doing,” Prakash said.

“But there was news of you joining the opposition party?” Bablu asked as he gulped down another sip from his glass.

“That's all rumour, nothing but pressure tactics to remind CM that I have all my options open,” Prakash said with a smirk.

After that, Prakash Yadav got up from his sofa and went to the master bedroom on the 1st floor.

“You again bring a college girl?” Munna, right-hand man and personal secretary of Prakash Yadav, asked Bablu as soon as he heard the sound door closing.

“Why? What happened?” Bablu asked.

“Don’t act like you don't know anything. Have you forgotten what happened to the last college girl you brought here? Prakash Jii is a monster in bed. He has this huge cock and never-ending libido, which only a married and well-experienced woman can handle. Now wait and see what he is going to make out of this college girl.” Munna said as he looked tense.

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As Prakash entered the bedroom, he looked at the girl sitting on the king-size bed. She was wearing a black crop top with matching black jeans. She had a very fair skin color, slim figure with round, hard boobs, and she was wearing a big size rectangular glasses.

“Are those glasses real, or are you just wearing them for the aesthetic?” Prakash asked as he poured some whisky into his glass.

“They are fake..... but I just like to wear them,” The girl replied.

“What's your name?” Prakash asked as sattled beside her on the bed. Now they were sitting side by side.

“Anjali”
“How old are you?”
“19, but why are you asking these questions?” Anjali sounded annoyed. She came here because she needed money; she was not interested in talking. She lost her virginity as a teenager, and since then, she has been very sexually active and has had multiple boyfriends. Those boys satisfied her sexual urges and took care of her expenses, but since she had huge dreams and very expensive hobbies, she wanted more money. That's when she started working as an escort for rich people. Her customers were mostly old men. Though she was just 19 years old, she was very proud of her sexual skills.

“I am asking because I’m not sure whether you will be able to handle me or not?”
“Don’t worry about that, let's see what you can do,” Anjali said. Her tone was a mix of pride and taunt.
“Okay. Let's start if you are so sure,” Prakash said, leaned forward to kiss her, but he got irritated with her behaviour when she leaned back.

“What's happened?” Prakash was completely annoyed.
“Nothing, just don’t kiss me on the lips,” Anjali replied.
Listening to this, Prakash’s anger had no limit now, and he started shouting at her – “Why? You arrogant Gen Z generation girls, love to wear black clothes all the time, but you don’t like kissing a black man. Till now, I was behaving nicely because you are just a 19-year-old college girl, but let me now show you what I am capable of,” saying this, Prakash pushed Anjali on the bed and got on top of her.