09-05-2026, 01:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-05-2026, 01:34 AM by Aavesh9. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Chapter-89 (a):
Dattu was a man who had completely lost his grip on reality, his mind already gone past into a distorted, theatrical mess filled with exuberant, carnal, and explicitly naked images of his Madamji's exposed privates... every fold of her glistening detail seared into his brain.
With one violent, soul-shaking jolt that racked his entire frame, he felt the one final spurt of his seed being propelled out of his overworked muscle that hung below the knot of his torn trouser, almost staining the floor... and his strength evaporated by realizing what just happened!
The lowlife milkman, mumbled a soft, pathetic groan of apology, and being unable to meet her eyes, he turned and ran.
Tanvi stood watching, a twisted chuckle reaching her lips as she observed the thin, dark creature from Basti trying and failing to clutch his leaking groin while he scrambled in a panic to escape her unit.
A shiver of raw pleasure raced up her spine, vibrating through her core.
Along with that shiver, Tanvi was struck by the devastating realization of just how deep she had fallen into the pit of absolute depravity that she dug for herself.
A haunting question formed in her mind, causing her eyes to swell up with hot tears... But, before that happened... a hard, chest-racking sob came out of her chest.
"Why am I living like this?"
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Tanvi ran into her home with a completely different set of emotions. She wasn't the woman who just exposed herself to the husband of her maid, to quench her innermost desire - she was a shell of a female whose life had turned upside down during the past few days... days filled with carnal desires being answered... to it's fullest... despite her unwillingness to cooperate... she was a female who fell into the trap of deceit... primitive needs... and absolute chaos of adultery...
Her sobs echoed inside the walls like the entire house was mourning for her.
It took some time standing under the cold shower till she could sense a ray of normal thought in her head. The weight of her actions were absolutely alive, like an organism that carved her heart piece by piece.
Tanvi couldn't stop crying... as she realized how far and low she had fallen... how badly she behaved... how worse she engaged to fulfil her dirtiest desires... the final act with Dattu... all by herself... it hung right in front of her eyes... the look that her milkman gave her once she offered him an absolutely unhindered view of herself... something that she would've never done if she was a normal woman... which she definitely wasn't... another sob came out of her chest as she whispered her own name... her branding... "I am a slut"...
After that shower, and with a heart that weighed uncountable tons of sorrow, Tanvi dropped on her bed and without realizing it, she fell into a long nap.
It was the hunger-growl from her belly that woke her up in between and she ate something... she didn't know what it was... but she ate it only to fill her stomach. She woke up after lunch-time and ate a bit more like she was starved for days.
A bit later, she dialled a few numbers. Spoke in detail. Then called her Obi-san, her Grandmother, then talked with her Mother and later had a lovely chat with the essence of her life, her two Children. Once she ensured everything was alright, she went and took a good bath.
Her breath was steady, and her steps confident, she wasn't the same person who went with Khurram last evening with doubts and not the same woman who returned feeling like she was a slut...
This was a different person who stared back at her from the mirror...sl
Something changed in her... a definitive something...
Before showering for the second time the same day, Tanvi took a full look at her naked body.
There were blotches at many places, especially on her ass-cheeks. It was healed, but the marks of Gowda's fingers remained. A sharp, electric jolt went up her spine as she recalled how hard he slapped her, and with each of his blows, how much she yelped but welcomed all of it...
Thinking back, she noted that every slap landed on her bare skin was a reminder of how bad she was, or rather how deep she had fallen into the deceit of Khurram.
Around 4pm, she got ready and sat waiting.
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"Ready?", Khurram asked the moment Tanvi opened the door at his calling bell.
"Ji"
Khurram took a good look at the young mother. His shaft sprang to life immediately.
Tanvi stood wearing a light maroon and white floral shirt with sleeves that covered her shoulders but the rest of her arms exposed, and was tucked into a light brown pleated skirt that reached just below her knees, leaving the rest of her legs bare, and held her feet inside a two-inch cream colored toe-open shoes.
The image of Tanvi was exotic... Her silky black hair was kept loose, reaching below her shoulder blades, flowing with every tilt of her body or head, creating an aura of exotic exuberance.
Somehow Khurram gulped his hunger and found words. "Right, then come out. I got a Car to go"
"Ji, yes", Tanvi smiled with warmth and locked the house and grille, dropping the keys into her pink handbag on her left shoulder, she walked out following the giant old man.
She found Khurram walking towards a parked Innova next to her own car park slot, now empty as Sanjoth took their vehicle to wherever he left to. She had a question on her face and Khurram saw it by noticing her lifted eyebrows.
"It's a friend's car", he answered her silent question.
Tanvi sat on the front passenger seat thinking what was to come for the rest of their evening, or night. A spark of excited thrill pricked her core.
"Vaseline helped?", Khurram quizzed without looking at her, as he focused on the road.
"Ji... Where are we going?", she asked politely.
No reply.
Silence for sometime.
"Slept properly?", another grunt.
"Yes, I am fresh. You are not telling me, where are we going?", she asked again.
No answer.
Silence for some more time, and they travelled more than half hour to forty five minutes from home. Tanvi was getting a bit nervous, but didn't show.
"Nice dress. Looks good on you"
"Ji, thank you. Sanjoth got this from Dubai on his last visit. But, Khurramji, where are we going?", this time her tone was a bit anxious.
Silence again.
Tanvi gritted her teeth and sat quietly.
Then she noticed it.
They were somewhere close to Upendra's mansion. It hit her. Khurram was taking her to Upendra!
"Are we going to meet Upendraji?", her tone was flat.
"Why? You don't want to go there?", he asked in the same tone.
This time, Tanvi was silent.
Khurram took the last turn and stopped the car in front of Upendra's villa gate. Then he called his partner in crime and the Gate opened for them to enter.
With every meter the car covered to get closer to it's destination, Tanvi started to panic.
Too many possibilities... too much unknown... this wasn't like her previous night out.
Back there at Devki's petrol station, no one knew her. Here, Upendra was a person who was fully aware of her life, what it was, how it was, and who she was... a slut who had sex with Hansa right inside his house that he had the video recording of. Her wrists rolled into fists while trying hard to control her anxiousness.
Car came to a halt.
Tanvi looked at the big entrance door of the Villa with dread... increasing her fear by each passing second.
The large door opened and Upendra came out with a winning grin all over his face.
He didn't walk to the car, but stayed outside, watching them.
Khurram lowered the side of her window, facing Upendra and nodded.
"For a week, Khurram?", Upendra guffawed at Khurram, neglecting her.
"For twenty-four hours", Khurram chuckled and nodded at Tanvi to leave the car.
"What? Why?", she asked with bewildered eyes. She couldn't figure out what exactly was happening.
"You need to entertain Upendra for one day. He will drop you back tomorrow", Khurram replied in a very flat tone. Not smiling.
"You...You are SELLING me?", Tanvi's question came out of her lips in a seething whisper of disbelief.
It was Khurram who looked stunned. For a few seconds, he failed to respond. But, there was something in his eyes that told her "Yes, I am selling you"
Silence. No reply from the old man.
"Khurramji... did you just SELL me for twenty-four hours to another man? I thought...", her tone was not normal and even she couldn't figure out if it was the pain of deception or the pain of realizing that after all she was just a meat meant to be sold off.
"What did you think?", his voice was gruff.
"Tanvi, you are just a slut at heart, you love having sex, it doesn't matter who it is, I thought you realized it by now. If not, let me spill it for you... you are my slut... and you will do exactly what I ask of you... no questions asked. We clear?", his voice was heavy and threatening.
Tanvi looked at Khurram without answering.
"You SOLD me!!!", with a deep sigh, she whispered back to Khurram with an admonishing tone.
Khurram didn't show his emotions. But, the way she replied was enough for him to understand that something went wrong in his plans. Something 'very' wrong... with a grunt, he left her standing at the porch of the large Villa with Upendra giving his vile smile.
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"Come inside, Tanvi. I was waiting for this day!", Upendra opened the large door and stood aside like a gentleman.
"Ji.. thank you, Upendraji". She wasn't sure of it at all. This was completely unexpected. She thought that Khurram was taking her somewhere like the previous night with more filth or different locality with unknown people... to enjoy that primal sex... but this... it shook her completely. She was back with one of the men she loathed.
Plus, it worried her severely that Khurram just played her. She knew and expected something bad, but this was the worst.
Tanvi walked in pensively and paused at the large Kitchen counter that divided the living room and also at the small pool next to it. She wondered for a moment how rich this man would be to have all this extravagant setup.
"Tanvi, you look dazzling and so delicious", Upendra was direct and gave a compliment mixed with subtle vulgarity.
"Thank you, Upendraji"
"Look, Tanvi. I am a Businessman and I speak what I think. No undertones or no other gameplay"
"Ji"
"So, what I meant to say is, we are going to spend this time only with ourselves and we will see each other through a whole different angle"
"Ji", she couldn't follow where his pep-talk was leading to.
"And, I will lead you through my eyes for the time you are with me. Your skin is amazing and you are an exotic woman. No doubt about it. So, I will get dressed, and we will go out for a nice dinner as you can see, Maahi is not here. All we have is ourselves... and we will spend the time that we have to it's fullest. I just can't wait to see you through my eyes... trust me, you are in for a lot of surprises. I will come back quick"
"Okay", she replied and sat at one side of the large couch, not feeling that confident.
"You ready?", ten minutes later Upendra's voice came from behind.
Tanvi looked at the stairs where the question came and was genuinely surprised.
Despite his overweight and bulk, Upendra, wearing a formal shirt, tucked inside a blue jeans, carried that rich old man look. He was big, in fact, large with a very round belly as the centre of focus, and hefty hands, with equally large legs.
Unlike Khurram, this man was large in circumference. She held her gaze for a moment and stood up. As Upendra nodded to follow him to the garage, she did and once there, she was in for a shock.
There were three luxury cars and a Harley Bike parked at the exact center, making it a prized possession. The overall vibe she felt was not great but it was overwhelming, as he saw a man who liked to own things that he could show-off, and a vague thought came into her head doubting if she was going to be one such thing.
Silently she sat inside one of the cars and Upendra took off.
During the ride, Upendra asked very generic questions, about her food habits, choices of dressing, people whom she liked to hang out with, but nothing on her family. After driving for a bit, he parked the car inside a well known Mall in it's basement and took her into the elevator to go up. There were only two floors and they went to the second one.
Once there, he walked to the end of the floor and entered a Boutique. Once inside, Tanvi felt the same way when she first entered his lingerie outlet where she met Sylvie. Inside was humongous, with a collection that could make any woman basically live there forever.
"Hi Sir, Upendraji. I was waiting for you", a woman in her forties came out to greet both of them.
Tanvi smiled at her and received a warm welcome.
"This is Kastur, and this is my fabulous guest, Tanvi", Upendra introduced each other.
"Welcome Tanvi. I heard a lot about you, and trust me, you are a beautiful woman", Kastur shook hands with Tanvi.
"She's... Wow", the woman took a moment to appraise Tanvi. "Your words weren't giving much idea, Upendraji but she is fabulous and so beautiful", Kastur chuckled.
"I told you. So, you have it ready?", Upendra laughed a bit, making Tanvi super nervous.
"Of course. I need her measurements and half-hour. That's all", Kastur took a good look at Tanvi's body structure.
Tanvi felt odd. More like a show-piece parading in front of patrons.
Kastur started immediately taking Tanvi's measures. Tanvi felt embarrassed when Kastur touched her breasts, nipples, thighs, groin... more or less every part of her anatomy was grazed by her hands but through the protecting layer of the dress she had on her, yet the mild touches created certain unwanted itch in Tanvi.
"Ready for the next stop?", Upendra beamed at her.
Tanvi nodded back.
He took her out of the Boutique and walked to the lower ground, towards the other end of the Mall.
There weren't many visitors at the Mall, but among the few who were present, more or less everyone noticed her and gave more than one glance at Tanvi. She was walking in an odd company. Whoever got curious couldn't figure out if the hot woman was an eye candy or something else to the rich old man next to her.
Upendra made a 'ta-da' gesture and opened a glass door to a shop that wasn't named loudly, it only read "Special Brands". It was a massive shop with two or three associated rooms conjoined.
Once she entered, Tanvi realized that it was a "Women Only Hair Parlour", there was a Massage Parlour along with a Gym included. There was no one to be seen, making Tanvi wonder what exactly this place was in fact.
"Hi Upendra", a very familiar female voice to Tanvi came from somewhere inside the large shop.
"Oh! Look who's here!", Upendra said with a face that didn't show any surprise. It was only said for Tanvi's sake.
As Tanvi leaned her neck to verify the owner of the voice, her eyes widened with shock.
"Hi Tanvi", it was none other than Hansa, giving a weak smile to Tanvi. Sort of an apology smile, in person.
"You should know each other better, don't you, Tanvi?", Upendra gave both a look that was so dirty that Tanvi felt like she just drowned in a shame-river.
Both Hansa and Tanvi got the dirty note in his question but didn't react to it.
"Hello Hansaji", Tanvi replied politely but not condescendingly.
"Well, Hansa. Here she is. All on her own. No forcing, okay. So, you should thank me", Upendra said in a tone as it was meant to mean something to both women.
"Sure, Upendra. I will take care of her", Hansa's reply was polite and curt.
"Okay then, I leave you both love birds now. Will be back in an hour's time", he paused and came closer to Tanvi, making her a bit uncomfortable. "Be ready for me Angel", he gritted his teeth as he said and stood further close to make his belly to touch hers with a mild trace.
"See you in a short while, Tanvi. You are in for an exciting time with me", the bulky old man chuckled and walked out of the shop.
The moment he left, both Tanvi and Hansa gasped like they were holding their breaths underwater.
"You okay with this?", Hansa came forward and gave a bear hug to Tanvi who was surprised at first, then returned back.
"I have nothing in my hands, Hansaji. You know it already, I told you today morning", Tanvi replied in one breath.
"Of course, but I had to check. I feel so awful as all of this triggered by my damn video", Hansa sat in a nearby chair with a whimper.
"No no, not fully true. Even without it, this would've happened. It's better this way because I have you to trust, at least"
"And, that trust, I Will honor till I die", Hansa was serious when she said it.
"Please Hansaji, no jokes here. I am enduring all their madness just with the thought of keeping my Kids safe and away from what sort of low-life their parents are leading. Even if I get one remote chance to end this, I would...but every day that nasty old man is coming up with something that I am literally not able to say 'NO' to him", Tanvi had tears in her eyes when she said it.
Hansa stood and gave her one more hug. "I know, I know. It won't be long. I am tying up the threads from my side too. Try to keep your sane mind once you are through with Upendra. He's not as gentle as he projects to others, especially you. I am still a part of their games and I cannot help you if they realize I am playing them. So, please Tanvi, whatever it takes, let's go through it and I am sure you are capable, much much capable than me, okay? I am with you", Hansa squeezed Tanvi's hands in hers.
"Let's do this, Hansaji. What is it that Upendra wants me to do here?", Tanvi's question was met with a sort of silence with a naughty curve on Hansa's lips.
She took Tanvi to the inner room where a few employees were attending to a few customer ladies.
The lady from the first shop came by and dropped one box to Hansa and left.
It was almost 7pm when Upendra reached back at Hansa's and placed himself on one of the waiting couches in Hansa's shop. His face still carried that winning grin, as if he bagged something rare in the world.
Tanvi walked out, accompanied by Hansa behind.
Upendra was stunned!
He sprang up and froze just looking at Tanvi!
He couldn't find words in his mouth to say something!
Tanvi was a vision of exotic sophistication. Silky black hair tied into a high-pony, up above her head, making her neck go bare and making every angle of her delicate face to project.
She stood wearing a purple spaghetti strapped top with shoulders and arms exposed along with a good amount of her ample cleavage showing, braless breasts hanging against gravity with it's exotic circumference, nipples clearly hard and pointed through the silky purple material, her top tucked into a contrasting black skirt that was held by a wide yellow belt with the skirt hem reaching two inches above her knees and it dbangd over her crafted thighs, followed with perfectly shaped calves and ended with a yellow, naked stiletto of four inches, exposing her feet with long fingers outside showing it's sexual appeal... offered to Upendra... a feast prepared only for his eyes!
Tanvi was also baffled when she saw Upendra seated on the couch. He had cleaned all of it, shaved, hair combed into a side making his face look better matching to his frame, shirt was formal, below another jeans, shoes clearly announcing it's value, and a chequered flannel jacket completing the extravaganza.
Despite her repulsion to the man that she tried her level best to conceal, a part of her appreciated a man with taste to perfection.
"Hmmm...Upendra, you okay? This is how you wanted it, right?", Hansa broke the silence.
"Arrey, yes. Thank you Hansa. This is perfect", he paused and took a step towards Tanvi and caught her left hand. "Shall we?"
"Ji", Tanvi replied back politely with a nod at Hansa and the very odd couple walked out of the Mall.
Hansa stood looking at Tanvi, her gracious movements and felt worse with the thought of how she contributed to this poor woman's downfall.
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"Where are we going?", Tanvi asked when she found Upendra leading to the entrance of the Mall instead of going back to where his car was parked.
"I don't want to drive with your divine beauty sitting alone in the passenger seat", he grinned and looked at his car where a Driver was in the riding seat, waiting for them.
The moment he saw Upendra and a striking woman walking out, he jumped and ran to keep the doors open.
As Tanvi reached the backseat door, the Driver remained at her side like a hawk looking at his prey.
Once inside, Tanvi felt the bulk of Upendra next to her in a suffocating way. But she withheld. It was around 8pm and she watched the outside streets and buildings in silence. She was fully aware of where she was, who she was with and what was intended of her.
The previous night, she was the version of a common whore without shame to accept anyone who held a man-thing between their legs.
And, today she was a high-class whore about to open her legs to a pervert, bad man who held no moral principle in his life, and she wondered if the night would end with Upendra between her thigh gap or someone else.
More than everything, even though she knew what Khurram intended to do with her, the way he offered her to low-class workers, keeping quiet with Gowda and then selling her to Upendra!
Things were happening way too fast in her small life, as if she was travelling in a bullock-cart for three quarters, and last quarter in an expensive car... everything blazing, unable to hold on to anything, failing to take a grip... she sighed and remained in the leather seat of car, waiting to see what was about to happen.
Slowly, the car took a turn and parked. It was then Tanvi noticed where they were. She was with Upendra in front of Hotel Diavlo Plaza, one of the places where super rich and celebrities visit. It was something beyond her wildest imagination.
"Surprised?", Upendra's voice next to her almost made her jump.
"Yes, but here?"
"Of course, only the best for you, darling", he chuckled and nodded as he walked into the lobby.
It was glitz and glamour all around and Tanvi felt really small immediately. This was not her world. She was lost!
"Comeon... don't be shy", he offered his hand and she had to put her right hand into his folded one.
They walked inside like a real couple, hand in hand. They made an odd couple as to any interested eyes, it was clear that they weren't a married one. Because, Tanvi's exuberant presence filled the lobby with whoever was present taking more than one look at her.
"Sir, this way", a Waiter came to them and invited them to the Restaurant of the Hotel.
Tanvi felt a bit odd walking in high heels but kept her balance. Upendra walked like he was the winner of the Oscar award. Grinning from ear to ear.
Once at the top floor Restaurant, they were seated at one corner with the view of the City. Tanvi had taken much effort to gulp the view and the Restaurant itself. It was magnificent. Unknowingly she spent some time looking at the insides and the outside at night.
"Is this your first time here, Tanvi?", Upendra's voice made her stop gazing.
"Ji, yes. Sanjoth wanted to come here but I wasn't that interested. But this is truly amazing", she told the truth.
"Ah! I am happy then. I have to break that seal", Upendra replied with a chuckle.
Tanvi didn't follow why he laughed but smiled back.
"You know, Tanvi? The moment you first walked into my store with Khurram, I wanted to have such a night, you spending time only with me. I am am glad it happened to be tonight"
"Oh... why tonight?"
"Aha... that's a surprise. Wait for it, darling", he chuckled again.
Tanvi smiled politely, and loathed the word he took 'darling'.
"So, you and Khurram, huh?", his next question took her off-guard.
"Ji?"
"I mean, you with Khurram? Not that I judge you, but trust me Tanvi, when I say that you'd have been happier and better off with me. No offense, and I am not saying this in a bad way. So, please don't mind me being honest with you but I like to speak my mind, rather than play games"
"Ji"
"Are you that uncomfortable with me? You aren't speaking at all, Tanvi"
"Ji, nothing much to say. Thank you for giving me this dinner at this place, Upendraji"
"Please, no Ji... Ji with me, Tanvi. Call me Upen, I like it that way"
"Ji... I mean okay, Upen"
"That's it, thank you, Tanvi. And, let me tell this to you...you look ravishing hot, darling"
"Ji... Oh-sorry, thank you Upen"
"Good girl. So, I've ordered some delicacies for us, okay. Let's start with a drink first". He gestured at the Waiter and was presented with an expensive Champagne.
Upenndra lifted his glass, and clinked with hers and paused.
"Tanvi, as I told you, I like speaking my mind. So, laying this out on the table", he looked at the oval shaped face of Tanvi and paused again.
Tanvi was in a different mindset altogether. Previous night, she was in a slum-like place and in less than twenty four hours, she was seated in one of the most expensive and luxurious restaurants. She looked at Upendra and listened to what he was telling her.
"I was saying, at my age, getting an erection is a gift, and if I can maintain it, that's called 'lucky'. But, I don't have all those qualities. So, I depend on certain things to get that going, not always, only when I have it's need"
Tanvi's cheeks reddened when she heard reality in such simple, but presented in such manner... there was no offense but a good choice of words from Upendra. She listened.
"So, I have a pill from an associate that I use when I need to. Tonight is one such night. So, please don't mind me having it"
"Sure, I don't mind, Upen", she replied softly. Though she felt for the man, she also knew what it meant. The effects of the pill he was about to take were on her body.
"Is... I mean, is it Viagra?", she asked to keep their conversation going.
"Oh no, not at all. This is something that I got from a close friend abroad. Once I tried it personally, I shared it with Khurram and Mehta as well. I hope you'd have noticed how it works, right? I mean with Khurram you'd have experienced it a few times?"
"Yes, so this helps for a longer time?", she just asked for no reason but realized how Khurram kept that monster going for such a long time without it's rigidity going down.
"Oh yes. But you know, this works on Women too. That's what I want you to try tonight. Don't mind, side effect is that you feel hungry after twelve hours, nothing else"
"I see", she noted where this was going. And also recalled the one night that she tried the pill she stole from Mehta's house...a second after that thought came into her mind, she felt her groin getting moist.
"That's why, I will ask this to you, Tanvi. No forcing, only if you can trust me on this. I will not get you any harm, and I am not Khurram. I treat my women as my equal, and enjoy what we do together, it's not a one-way street for me"
"Thank you, Upen"
"So, Tanvi... Would you like to share this thrill with me? Rather than me enjoying the pleasure this pill could give, I'd like you, Tanvi, to have that too, with me and make this night as good as it gets, Upendra extended his arm and offered a pill to her.
Tanvi was at a crossroads when she heard what he said. It wasn't a request in fact, it was his 'ask' and, being the slut for him, she was to take that order from him. She knew it was coming... without showing much concern... she took the pill and gulped it with Champagne.
It just took a minute for the chemical to take it's effect on her. Her pussy started to itch. Her nipples that were hard, turned into steel bullets... with a quick check down, a sharp pinch hit her spine... through the dress, her nipples were protruding, vulgar... but way too erotic, even she felt it so, like a slut!
"Happy Birthday, Sir"
The Waiter's voice brought her back to the table. There was a neat, small cake between them. And, Upendra grinned like anything.
"Thank you, my boy. Let's celebrate my Birthday, Tanvi", he said in his gruff voice.
"Ji, Happy Birthday Upen. I didn't know, and you didn't tell me as well"
"I wanted to make my Birthday special, Tanvi. This cake is not my gift... You are", he smiled at her.
"Oh", she couldn't say anything back. She ate a piece that Upendra cut and shared with her.
"How is it?", he asked.
"So tasty, Upen. Thank you so much"
"Not this Cake... I was asking about you... after the Pill?", he chuckled.
"Oh... that... it... it's good", she wasn’t sure what would be the right answer.
"Is it working it's charm on you already?"
"Ji... Yes, it is", her face was red when she replied.
"I can see it... your Nipples are telling me to suck it right here", he was not loud, but clear enough to reach her ears.
"Hmm... okay...", somehow two words came out from her lips.
That conversation broke when an old man of probably in his late sixties along with a similar aged woman walked and sat at the table next to them. That table was perpendicular to thiers, and the man sat with his back to them and the woman sat opposite, facing both Tanvi and Upendra.
The older couple seemed really elegant. The man was lean for his age and the woman was gorgeous looking... a very elegant and respectful looking couple.
"You see, that man is Mr. Nayyar, a big shot in the Movie Industry", Upen updated.
"But, I never heard his name, and never saw him in any movies too"
"Oh no, he is not an Actor, at least not that I know of, given his age now. He is like a sort of kingmaker behind the scenes. He and his production house scouts Actors and Actresses, plus he invests in a specific type of movies, our good friend Mehta is doing a project right now for this guy", Upendra sat back and touched her leg with his shoes.
It took more than a minute for Tanvi to place everything into her head.
"So, Mehta made her act in that shit-show along with Sanjoth that was meant for this old man. Plus, scouting means, in other words, he would be sponsoring men and women to act in sleazy movies... not mainstream", she heard her own words of realization ringing in her head.
"God, these people make porno-movies!", another sharp tickle sparked inside her vaginal core. She didn't say it out loud but the understanding of it was a trigger.
"Oh, okay. No wonder I couldn't recognize", Tanvi replied and even though she wanted pull her legs back away from Upendra's invading, but she didn't... she was there by choice... despite Khurram delivering her like a whore for sale, she could've kept her dignity and said 'No'... but she didnt... gulping her pride, she sat back, smiling.
"You know, this guy, Nayyar, doesn't know how me and Mehta are friends. Plus, I've been trying to get an inner wear supply contract for his production house... but never got close to making a deal. It's also one of the reason why we are here"
"Oh... okay", Tanvi wasn’t following where this was leading to.
"But first, this Birthday boy need birthday dance"
"But... but... Upen, I don't know how", Tanvi was suddenly worried.
"Ah, don't mind. Even, I am not a dancer either. Just take my hands, and follow my lead. Move you legs to match where mine of going, okay"
"Ji...", Tanvi took his hand and stood up.
Slow music started playing in the background and lights dimmed at their end of the restaurant, allowing the couple the dance they wanted.
Tanvi held his palm with one hand, and he took her other and kept it on his shoulder. Easing his free hand, he took a firm grip of her lower back. The top was low and opened till mid-back of hers. His thumb was placed right on her skin, exactly where the top ended.
More or less everyone seated in the restaurant watched them. Whoever didn't see, had their eyes glued... on Tanvi... that included Nayyar and his wife.
Every man present there had their eyes glued on the exotic woman slowly gyrating to match the movements of the large man next to her.
She was different... than anyone assembled in the restaurant... and she clearly looked like an outsider... her Japanese features were clearly visible... her face, skin tone, body structure... every portion of her exposed and covered body got scrutinised and appreciated by all.
Women felt jealous and irritated... men felt they had one thing in common... their hard-ons!
Nayyar was stunned as well as his wife.
Despite all his extensive background in finding beautiful girls and women for his work, and personal needs, he never came across someone who looked like the beauty who was moving next to where he sat.
His wife, Parveen was clearly feeling odd, as she was there with her husband to clear some business discussion between them, planning a proper closure of the issue of their business... everything went into shambles with just one woman... the one next to her... she was indeed a very beautiful woman with one hell of a hot body, and by the look of it, a high class hooker brought in from somewhere outside India, for the large old man's pleasure... she didn't like what she was seeing but took a good appraisal of the stunningly beautiful young woman dancing with the bulky old man.
Though it wasn't a great experience dancing with someone whom she didn't like, the overall experience was beyond her cup of tea. Upendra made slow movements. He pulled her up close, snd immediately her body picked his scent. It was heavy musk, intoxicating her.
His belly pressed against hers. She tried to avoid going closer, it would mean... but no, Upen tightening his grip on her lower back, pulled her to him... a hard pull.
Then!
She got the first feel. It was hard, and thick, like she remembered when her palm was squeezed under his groin on their first car ride. Her face reddened with embarrassment, and watching it, Upendra chuckled into her ear.
"Do you feel it?", he whispered while making a slight turn in their dancing step.
"Ji... yes", she whispered back.
"Good. And you are going to get to know it a lot, girl... a ton load of knowing all about it... tonight", he guffawed.
Upendra made sure that he was turning the exotic young mother to show all her curves to Nayyar.
Just like he presumed, Nayyar's eyes were glued on Tanvi. The older man wasn't listening to what his wife was talking. His focus was all over Tanvi, her feet, ankles, calves, thighs, ass, exposed back, side boobs, naked shoulders, peacock neck, face and pony hair... all of her.
All the while, Upendra held her close... really close to push his hard-on against her groin. Right at that triangular space. Her upper body was curved into a concave matching his bulky belly.
Somehow, Tanvi endured it till the song ended.
Once done, people watching them clapped and cheered Happy Birthday to the old man. Then he brought her back to her seat.
Tanvi was sweating all over, translucent drops were on her forehead and neck, clearly showing the stress and heat she felt.
"Thank you, Tanvi. This is definitely a special moment for me"
"Sure, and thank you Upen. You seem to know your moves very well", she complemented back.
"Oh, trust me, I am not. I think you feel this way because I was able to move you like how I wanted. Your body is meant for dancing, Tanvi. I will get you enrolled in a place I know of, soon"
"Ji... but, I am not into dancing, Upen", she was horrified about the prospects of becoming a total slut for these vile people.
"No worries, otherwise, I will teach you what I know", he paused. "Now, remove your heels and touch me", he ordered.
"JI??", she didn't get what he asked.
"Tanvi, let me not repeat myself. I prefer not to. I said, remove your heels, and touch me", his voice was stern and heavy this time.
Tanvi realized what he asked for.
Her face turned crimson with embarrassment by grasping his 'ask'.
Looking all around, she slid one of her heels and stretched her legs straight, under the table, to reach his... thigh-joint.
"Let me help", Upendra chuckled and slid his hips a bit forward.
Tanvi froze when her toe and fingers of her feet felt the male hardness...
"Are you feeling shy, Tanvi?"
Upendra's unrelated question took her off guard. "Ji?"
"I mean... with all what's happening recently, I doubt you are anything but shy, isn't that right?", Upendra was not the one to let go things so easily... he kept his grudge.
"I... I don't know, Upen"
"Okay, then let me rephrase the question", he paused and looked at her with an arched eyebrow.
Tanvi was seriously trying her level best to keep her feet afloat and at the place he asked her to but miserably failed due to the circumstances. She could not help but be aware of the open expanse of the restaurant and the patrons around them.
"Do you like games, Tanvi?"
"Huh!", then she recalled his initial statement. "He doesn't like repeating his questions".
"Yes, Upen. Simple ones though", her voice was meek and it broke a bit when she felt Upendra moving his hips a bit forward below the table, making her toes touch something that she hated to.
"Right... in that case, I am going to offer you certain enjoyable games... mutually enjoyable", he paused. "But, Tanvi... when I offer you heaven, you seem to hear it as something bad"
Tanvi looked at the old, obese man with a certain understanding of what he just told her... but a vast majority of it went out of place in her head.
Looking at her face, Upendra realized what she was thinking.
"So, what I mean to say is... I asked you a few little things... something you could do with your eyes closed. Yet, what I can see is, you... are very much reluctant to do what I ask of you. And, this is completely contradicting to what I heard from Khurram"
The only response that Tanvi wanted to do was to stand up and slap his face!
But she remained seated. This was a hell-hole that she dug into her own life!
"For one last time, I am going to repeat myself", Upendra's face turned hard.
Tanvi felt her heart freezing for a split-second.
"Move that damn foot of yours!"
Looking straight into his eyes, without displaying any emotion on her face, Tanvi moved her foot with a forward thrust... into the cushiony but muscular sac of skin that hung between his massive thighs... a dual-chambered pouch made of human skin that housed his testicles...
In her hurry, Tanvi forced her foot a bit too hard... her toes glided forward... then it got a feel as it touched him... but her foot skid a little down from that pouch... to squish against his raphe and then against his septum...
Upendra almost bolted up from his seat due to the euphoric shock her foot produced!
Dattu was a man who had completely lost his grip on reality, his mind already gone past into a distorted, theatrical mess filled with exuberant, carnal, and explicitly naked images of his Madamji's exposed privates... every fold of her glistening detail seared into his brain.
With one violent, soul-shaking jolt that racked his entire frame, he felt the one final spurt of his seed being propelled out of his overworked muscle that hung below the knot of his torn trouser, almost staining the floor... and his strength evaporated by realizing what just happened!
The lowlife milkman, mumbled a soft, pathetic groan of apology, and being unable to meet her eyes, he turned and ran.
Tanvi stood watching, a twisted chuckle reaching her lips as she observed the thin, dark creature from Basti trying and failing to clutch his leaking groin while he scrambled in a panic to escape her unit.
A shiver of raw pleasure raced up her spine, vibrating through her core.
Along with that shiver, Tanvi was struck by the devastating realization of just how deep she had fallen into the pit of absolute depravity that she dug for herself.
A haunting question formed in her mind, causing her eyes to swell up with hot tears... But, before that happened... a hard, chest-racking sob came out of her chest.
"Why am I living like this?"
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Tanvi ran into her home with a completely different set of emotions. She wasn't the woman who just exposed herself to the husband of her maid, to quench her innermost desire - she was a shell of a female whose life had turned upside down during the past few days... days filled with carnal desires being answered... to it's fullest... despite her unwillingness to cooperate... she was a female who fell into the trap of deceit... primitive needs... and absolute chaos of adultery...
Her sobs echoed inside the walls like the entire house was mourning for her.
It took some time standing under the cold shower till she could sense a ray of normal thought in her head. The weight of her actions were absolutely alive, like an organism that carved her heart piece by piece.
Tanvi couldn't stop crying... as she realized how far and low she had fallen... how badly she behaved... how worse she engaged to fulfil her dirtiest desires... the final act with Dattu... all by herself... it hung right in front of her eyes... the look that her milkman gave her once she offered him an absolutely unhindered view of herself... something that she would've never done if she was a normal woman... which she definitely wasn't... another sob came out of her chest as she whispered her own name... her branding... "I am a slut"...
After that shower, and with a heart that weighed uncountable tons of sorrow, Tanvi dropped on her bed and without realizing it, she fell into a long nap.
It was the hunger-growl from her belly that woke her up in between and she ate something... she didn't know what it was... but she ate it only to fill her stomach. She woke up after lunch-time and ate a bit more like she was starved for days.
A bit later, she dialled a few numbers. Spoke in detail. Then called her Obi-san, her Grandmother, then talked with her Mother and later had a lovely chat with the essence of her life, her two Children. Once she ensured everything was alright, she went and took a good bath.
Her breath was steady, and her steps confident, she wasn't the same person who went with Khurram last evening with doubts and not the same woman who returned feeling like she was a slut...
This was a different person who stared back at her from the mirror...sl
Something changed in her... a definitive something...
Before showering for the second time the same day, Tanvi took a full look at her naked body.
There were blotches at many places, especially on her ass-cheeks. It was healed, but the marks of Gowda's fingers remained. A sharp, electric jolt went up her spine as she recalled how hard he slapped her, and with each of his blows, how much she yelped but welcomed all of it...
Thinking back, she noted that every slap landed on her bare skin was a reminder of how bad she was, or rather how deep she had fallen into the deceit of Khurram.
Around 4pm, she got ready and sat waiting.
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"Ready?", Khurram asked the moment Tanvi opened the door at his calling bell.
"Ji"
Khurram took a good look at the young mother. His shaft sprang to life immediately.
Tanvi stood wearing a light maroon and white floral shirt with sleeves that covered her shoulders but the rest of her arms exposed, and was tucked into a light brown pleated skirt that reached just below her knees, leaving the rest of her legs bare, and held her feet inside a two-inch cream colored toe-open shoes.
The image of Tanvi was exotic... Her silky black hair was kept loose, reaching below her shoulder blades, flowing with every tilt of her body or head, creating an aura of exotic exuberance.
Somehow Khurram gulped his hunger and found words. "Right, then come out. I got a Car to go"
"Ji, yes", Tanvi smiled with warmth and locked the house and grille, dropping the keys into her pink handbag on her left shoulder, she walked out following the giant old man.
She found Khurram walking towards a parked Innova next to her own car park slot, now empty as Sanjoth took their vehicle to wherever he left to. She had a question on her face and Khurram saw it by noticing her lifted eyebrows.
"It's a friend's car", he answered her silent question.
Tanvi sat on the front passenger seat thinking what was to come for the rest of their evening, or night. A spark of excited thrill pricked her core.
"Vaseline helped?", Khurram quizzed without looking at her, as he focused on the road.
"Ji... Where are we going?", she asked politely.
No reply.
Silence for sometime.
"Slept properly?", another grunt.
"Yes, I am fresh. You are not telling me, where are we going?", she asked again.
No answer.
Silence for some more time, and they travelled more than half hour to forty five minutes from home. Tanvi was getting a bit nervous, but didn't show.
"Nice dress. Looks good on you"
"Ji, thank you. Sanjoth got this from Dubai on his last visit. But, Khurramji, where are we going?", this time her tone was a bit anxious.
Silence again.
Tanvi gritted her teeth and sat quietly.
Then she noticed it.
They were somewhere close to Upendra's mansion. It hit her. Khurram was taking her to Upendra!
"Are we going to meet Upendraji?", her tone was flat.
"Why? You don't want to go there?", he asked in the same tone.
This time, Tanvi was silent.
Khurram took the last turn and stopped the car in front of Upendra's villa gate. Then he called his partner in crime and the Gate opened for them to enter.
With every meter the car covered to get closer to it's destination, Tanvi started to panic.
Too many possibilities... too much unknown... this wasn't like her previous night out.
Back there at Devki's petrol station, no one knew her. Here, Upendra was a person who was fully aware of her life, what it was, how it was, and who she was... a slut who had sex with Hansa right inside his house that he had the video recording of. Her wrists rolled into fists while trying hard to control her anxiousness.
Car came to a halt.
Tanvi looked at the big entrance door of the Villa with dread... increasing her fear by each passing second.
The large door opened and Upendra came out with a winning grin all over his face.
He didn't walk to the car, but stayed outside, watching them.
Khurram lowered the side of her window, facing Upendra and nodded.
"For a week, Khurram?", Upendra guffawed at Khurram, neglecting her.
"For twenty-four hours", Khurram chuckled and nodded at Tanvi to leave the car.
"What? Why?", she asked with bewildered eyes. She couldn't figure out what exactly was happening.
"You need to entertain Upendra for one day. He will drop you back tomorrow", Khurram replied in a very flat tone. Not smiling.
"You...You are SELLING me?", Tanvi's question came out of her lips in a seething whisper of disbelief.
It was Khurram who looked stunned. For a few seconds, he failed to respond. But, there was something in his eyes that told her "Yes, I am selling you"
Silence. No reply from the old man.
"Khurramji... did you just SELL me for twenty-four hours to another man? I thought...", her tone was not normal and even she couldn't figure out if it was the pain of deception or the pain of realizing that after all she was just a meat meant to be sold off.
"What did you think?", his voice was gruff.
"Tanvi, you are just a slut at heart, you love having sex, it doesn't matter who it is, I thought you realized it by now. If not, let me spill it for you... you are my slut... and you will do exactly what I ask of you... no questions asked. We clear?", his voice was heavy and threatening.
Tanvi looked at Khurram without answering.
"You SOLD me!!!", with a deep sigh, she whispered back to Khurram with an admonishing tone.
Khurram didn't show his emotions. But, the way she replied was enough for him to understand that something went wrong in his plans. Something 'very' wrong... with a grunt, he left her standing at the porch of the large Villa with Upendra giving his vile smile.
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"Come inside, Tanvi. I was waiting for this day!", Upendra opened the large door and stood aside like a gentleman.
"Ji.. thank you, Upendraji". She wasn't sure of it at all. This was completely unexpected. She thought that Khurram was taking her somewhere like the previous night with more filth or different locality with unknown people... to enjoy that primal sex... but this... it shook her completely. She was back with one of the men she loathed.
Plus, it worried her severely that Khurram just played her. She knew and expected something bad, but this was the worst.
Tanvi walked in pensively and paused at the large Kitchen counter that divided the living room and also at the small pool next to it. She wondered for a moment how rich this man would be to have all this extravagant setup.
"Tanvi, you look dazzling and so delicious", Upendra was direct and gave a compliment mixed with subtle vulgarity.
"Thank you, Upendraji"
"Look, Tanvi. I am a Businessman and I speak what I think. No undertones or no other gameplay"
"Ji"
"So, what I meant to say is, we are going to spend this time only with ourselves and we will see each other through a whole different angle"
"Ji", she couldn't follow where his pep-talk was leading to.
"And, I will lead you through my eyes for the time you are with me. Your skin is amazing and you are an exotic woman. No doubt about it. So, I will get dressed, and we will go out for a nice dinner as you can see, Maahi is not here. All we have is ourselves... and we will spend the time that we have to it's fullest. I just can't wait to see you through my eyes... trust me, you are in for a lot of surprises. I will come back quick"
"Okay", she replied and sat at one side of the large couch, not feeling that confident.
"You ready?", ten minutes later Upendra's voice came from behind.
Tanvi looked at the stairs where the question came and was genuinely surprised.
Despite his overweight and bulk, Upendra, wearing a formal shirt, tucked inside a blue jeans, carried that rich old man look. He was big, in fact, large with a very round belly as the centre of focus, and hefty hands, with equally large legs.
Unlike Khurram, this man was large in circumference. She held her gaze for a moment and stood up. As Upendra nodded to follow him to the garage, she did and once there, she was in for a shock.
There were three luxury cars and a Harley Bike parked at the exact center, making it a prized possession. The overall vibe she felt was not great but it was overwhelming, as he saw a man who liked to own things that he could show-off, and a vague thought came into her head doubting if she was going to be one such thing.
Silently she sat inside one of the cars and Upendra took off.
During the ride, Upendra asked very generic questions, about her food habits, choices of dressing, people whom she liked to hang out with, but nothing on her family. After driving for a bit, he parked the car inside a well known Mall in it's basement and took her into the elevator to go up. There were only two floors and they went to the second one.
Once there, he walked to the end of the floor and entered a Boutique. Once inside, Tanvi felt the same way when she first entered his lingerie outlet where she met Sylvie. Inside was humongous, with a collection that could make any woman basically live there forever.
"Hi Sir, Upendraji. I was waiting for you", a woman in her forties came out to greet both of them.
Tanvi smiled at her and received a warm welcome.
"This is Kastur, and this is my fabulous guest, Tanvi", Upendra introduced each other.
"Welcome Tanvi. I heard a lot about you, and trust me, you are a beautiful woman", Kastur shook hands with Tanvi.
"She's... Wow", the woman took a moment to appraise Tanvi. "Your words weren't giving much idea, Upendraji but she is fabulous and so beautiful", Kastur chuckled.
"I told you. So, you have it ready?", Upendra laughed a bit, making Tanvi super nervous.
"Of course. I need her measurements and half-hour. That's all", Kastur took a good look at Tanvi's body structure.
Tanvi felt odd. More like a show-piece parading in front of patrons.
Kastur started immediately taking Tanvi's measures. Tanvi felt embarrassed when Kastur touched her breasts, nipples, thighs, groin... more or less every part of her anatomy was grazed by her hands but through the protecting layer of the dress she had on her, yet the mild touches created certain unwanted itch in Tanvi.
"Ready for the next stop?", Upendra beamed at her.
Tanvi nodded back.
He took her out of the Boutique and walked to the lower ground, towards the other end of the Mall.
There weren't many visitors at the Mall, but among the few who were present, more or less everyone noticed her and gave more than one glance at Tanvi. She was walking in an odd company. Whoever got curious couldn't figure out if the hot woman was an eye candy or something else to the rich old man next to her.
Upendra made a 'ta-da' gesture and opened a glass door to a shop that wasn't named loudly, it only read "Special Brands". It was a massive shop with two or three associated rooms conjoined.
Once she entered, Tanvi realized that it was a "Women Only Hair Parlour", there was a Massage Parlour along with a Gym included. There was no one to be seen, making Tanvi wonder what exactly this place was in fact.
"Hi Upendra", a very familiar female voice to Tanvi came from somewhere inside the large shop.
"Oh! Look who's here!", Upendra said with a face that didn't show any surprise. It was only said for Tanvi's sake.
As Tanvi leaned her neck to verify the owner of the voice, her eyes widened with shock.
"Hi Tanvi", it was none other than Hansa, giving a weak smile to Tanvi. Sort of an apology smile, in person.
"You should know each other better, don't you, Tanvi?", Upendra gave both a look that was so dirty that Tanvi felt like she just drowned in a shame-river.
Both Hansa and Tanvi got the dirty note in his question but didn't react to it.
"Hello Hansaji", Tanvi replied politely but not condescendingly.
"Well, Hansa. Here she is. All on her own. No forcing, okay. So, you should thank me", Upendra said in a tone as it was meant to mean something to both women.
"Sure, Upendra. I will take care of her", Hansa's reply was polite and curt.
"Okay then, I leave you both love birds now. Will be back in an hour's time", he paused and came closer to Tanvi, making her a bit uncomfortable. "Be ready for me Angel", he gritted his teeth as he said and stood further close to make his belly to touch hers with a mild trace.
"See you in a short while, Tanvi. You are in for an exciting time with me", the bulky old man chuckled and walked out of the shop.
The moment he left, both Tanvi and Hansa gasped like they were holding their breaths underwater.
"You okay with this?", Hansa came forward and gave a bear hug to Tanvi who was surprised at first, then returned back.
"I have nothing in my hands, Hansaji. You know it already, I told you today morning", Tanvi replied in one breath.
"Of course, but I had to check. I feel so awful as all of this triggered by my damn video", Hansa sat in a nearby chair with a whimper.
"No no, not fully true. Even without it, this would've happened. It's better this way because I have you to trust, at least"
"And, that trust, I Will honor till I die", Hansa was serious when she said it.
"Please Hansaji, no jokes here. I am enduring all their madness just with the thought of keeping my Kids safe and away from what sort of low-life their parents are leading. Even if I get one remote chance to end this, I would...but every day that nasty old man is coming up with something that I am literally not able to say 'NO' to him", Tanvi had tears in her eyes when she said it.
Hansa stood and gave her one more hug. "I know, I know. It won't be long. I am tying up the threads from my side too. Try to keep your sane mind once you are through with Upendra. He's not as gentle as he projects to others, especially you. I am still a part of their games and I cannot help you if they realize I am playing them. So, please Tanvi, whatever it takes, let's go through it and I am sure you are capable, much much capable than me, okay? I am with you", Hansa squeezed Tanvi's hands in hers.
"Let's do this, Hansaji. What is it that Upendra wants me to do here?", Tanvi's question was met with a sort of silence with a naughty curve on Hansa's lips.
She took Tanvi to the inner room where a few employees were attending to a few customer ladies.
The lady from the first shop came by and dropped one box to Hansa and left.
It was almost 7pm when Upendra reached back at Hansa's and placed himself on one of the waiting couches in Hansa's shop. His face still carried that winning grin, as if he bagged something rare in the world.
Tanvi walked out, accompanied by Hansa behind.
Upendra was stunned!
He sprang up and froze just looking at Tanvi!
He couldn't find words in his mouth to say something!
Tanvi was a vision of exotic sophistication. Silky black hair tied into a high-pony, up above her head, making her neck go bare and making every angle of her delicate face to project.
She stood wearing a purple spaghetti strapped top with shoulders and arms exposed along with a good amount of her ample cleavage showing, braless breasts hanging against gravity with it's exotic circumference, nipples clearly hard and pointed through the silky purple material, her top tucked into a contrasting black skirt that was held by a wide yellow belt with the skirt hem reaching two inches above her knees and it dbangd over her crafted thighs, followed with perfectly shaped calves and ended with a yellow, naked stiletto of four inches, exposing her feet with long fingers outside showing it's sexual appeal... offered to Upendra... a feast prepared only for his eyes!
Tanvi was also baffled when she saw Upendra seated on the couch. He had cleaned all of it, shaved, hair combed into a side making his face look better matching to his frame, shirt was formal, below another jeans, shoes clearly announcing it's value, and a chequered flannel jacket completing the extravaganza.
Despite her repulsion to the man that she tried her level best to conceal, a part of her appreciated a man with taste to perfection.
"Hmmm...Upendra, you okay? This is how you wanted it, right?", Hansa broke the silence.
"Arrey, yes. Thank you Hansa. This is perfect", he paused and took a step towards Tanvi and caught her left hand. "Shall we?"
"Ji", Tanvi replied back politely with a nod at Hansa and the very odd couple walked out of the Mall.
Hansa stood looking at Tanvi, her gracious movements and felt worse with the thought of how she contributed to this poor woman's downfall.
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"Where are we going?", Tanvi asked when she found Upendra leading to the entrance of the Mall instead of going back to where his car was parked.
"I don't want to drive with your divine beauty sitting alone in the passenger seat", he grinned and looked at his car where a Driver was in the riding seat, waiting for them.
The moment he saw Upendra and a striking woman walking out, he jumped and ran to keep the doors open.
As Tanvi reached the backseat door, the Driver remained at her side like a hawk looking at his prey.
Once inside, Tanvi felt the bulk of Upendra next to her in a suffocating way. But she withheld. It was around 8pm and she watched the outside streets and buildings in silence. She was fully aware of where she was, who she was with and what was intended of her.
The previous night, she was the version of a common whore without shame to accept anyone who held a man-thing between their legs.
And, today she was a high-class whore about to open her legs to a pervert, bad man who held no moral principle in his life, and she wondered if the night would end with Upendra between her thigh gap or someone else.
More than everything, even though she knew what Khurram intended to do with her, the way he offered her to low-class workers, keeping quiet with Gowda and then selling her to Upendra!
Things were happening way too fast in her small life, as if she was travelling in a bullock-cart for three quarters, and last quarter in an expensive car... everything blazing, unable to hold on to anything, failing to take a grip... she sighed and remained in the leather seat of car, waiting to see what was about to happen.
Slowly, the car took a turn and parked. It was then Tanvi noticed where they were. She was with Upendra in front of Hotel Diavlo Plaza, one of the places where super rich and celebrities visit. It was something beyond her wildest imagination.
"Surprised?", Upendra's voice next to her almost made her jump.
"Yes, but here?"
"Of course, only the best for you, darling", he chuckled and nodded as he walked into the lobby.
It was glitz and glamour all around and Tanvi felt really small immediately. This was not her world. She was lost!
"Comeon... don't be shy", he offered his hand and she had to put her right hand into his folded one.
They walked inside like a real couple, hand in hand. They made an odd couple as to any interested eyes, it was clear that they weren't a married one. Because, Tanvi's exuberant presence filled the lobby with whoever was present taking more than one look at her.
"Sir, this way", a Waiter came to them and invited them to the Restaurant of the Hotel.
Tanvi felt a bit odd walking in high heels but kept her balance. Upendra walked like he was the winner of the Oscar award. Grinning from ear to ear.
Once at the top floor Restaurant, they were seated at one corner with the view of the City. Tanvi had taken much effort to gulp the view and the Restaurant itself. It was magnificent. Unknowingly she spent some time looking at the insides and the outside at night.
"Is this your first time here, Tanvi?", Upendra's voice made her stop gazing.
"Ji, yes. Sanjoth wanted to come here but I wasn't that interested. But this is truly amazing", she told the truth.
"Ah! I am happy then. I have to break that seal", Upendra replied with a chuckle.
Tanvi didn't follow why he laughed but smiled back.
"You know, Tanvi? The moment you first walked into my store with Khurram, I wanted to have such a night, you spending time only with me. I am am glad it happened to be tonight"
"Oh... why tonight?"
"Aha... that's a surprise. Wait for it, darling", he chuckled again.
Tanvi smiled politely, and loathed the word he took 'darling'.
"So, you and Khurram, huh?", his next question took her off-guard.
"Ji?"
"I mean, you with Khurram? Not that I judge you, but trust me Tanvi, when I say that you'd have been happier and better off with me. No offense, and I am not saying this in a bad way. So, please don't mind me being honest with you but I like to speak my mind, rather than play games"
"Ji"
"Are you that uncomfortable with me? You aren't speaking at all, Tanvi"
"Ji, nothing much to say. Thank you for giving me this dinner at this place, Upendraji"
"Please, no Ji... Ji with me, Tanvi. Call me Upen, I like it that way"
"Ji... I mean okay, Upen"
"That's it, thank you, Tanvi. And, let me tell this to you...you look ravishing hot, darling"
"Ji... Oh-sorry, thank you Upen"
"Good girl. So, I've ordered some delicacies for us, okay. Let's start with a drink first". He gestured at the Waiter and was presented with an expensive Champagne.
Upenndra lifted his glass, and clinked with hers and paused.
"Tanvi, as I told you, I like speaking my mind. So, laying this out on the table", he looked at the oval shaped face of Tanvi and paused again.
Tanvi was in a different mindset altogether. Previous night, she was in a slum-like place and in less than twenty four hours, she was seated in one of the most expensive and luxurious restaurants. She looked at Upendra and listened to what he was telling her.
"I was saying, at my age, getting an erection is a gift, and if I can maintain it, that's called 'lucky'. But, I don't have all those qualities. So, I depend on certain things to get that going, not always, only when I have it's need"
Tanvi's cheeks reddened when she heard reality in such simple, but presented in such manner... there was no offense but a good choice of words from Upendra. She listened.
"So, I have a pill from an associate that I use when I need to. Tonight is one such night. So, please don't mind me having it"
"Sure, I don't mind, Upen", she replied softly. Though she felt for the man, she also knew what it meant. The effects of the pill he was about to take were on her body.
"Is... I mean, is it Viagra?", she asked to keep their conversation going.
"Oh no, not at all. This is something that I got from a close friend abroad. Once I tried it personally, I shared it with Khurram and Mehta as well. I hope you'd have noticed how it works, right? I mean with Khurram you'd have experienced it a few times?"
"Yes, so this helps for a longer time?", she just asked for no reason but realized how Khurram kept that monster going for such a long time without it's rigidity going down.
"Oh yes. But you know, this works on Women too. That's what I want you to try tonight. Don't mind, side effect is that you feel hungry after twelve hours, nothing else"
"I see", she noted where this was going. And also recalled the one night that she tried the pill she stole from Mehta's house...a second after that thought came into her mind, she felt her groin getting moist.
"That's why, I will ask this to you, Tanvi. No forcing, only if you can trust me on this. I will not get you any harm, and I am not Khurram. I treat my women as my equal, and enjoy what we do together, it's not a one-way street for me"
"Thank you, Upen"
"So, Tanvi... Would you like to share this thrill with me? Rather than me enjoying the pleasure this pill could give, I'd like you, Tanvi, to have that too, with me and make this night as good as it gets, Upendra extended his arm and offered a pill to her.
Tanvi was at a crossroads when she heard what he said. It wasn't a request in fact, it was his 'ask' and, being the slut for him, she was to take that order from him. She knew it was coming... without showing much concern... she took the pill and gulped it with Champagne.
It just took a minute for the chemical to take it's effect on her. Her pussy started to itch. Her nipples that were hard, turned into steel bullets... with a quick check down, a sharp pinch hit her spine... through the dress, her nipples were protruding, vulgar... but way too erotic, even she felt it so, like a slut!
"Happy Birthday, Sir"
The Waiter's voice brought her back to the table. There was a neat, small cake between them. And, Upendra grinned like anything.
"Thank you, my boy. Let's celebrate my Birthday, Tanvi", he said in his gruff voice.
"Ji, Happy Birthday Upen. I didn't know, and you didn't tell me as well"
"I wanted to make my Birthday special, Tanvi. This cake is not my gift... You are", he smiled at her.
"Oh", she couldn't say anything back. She ate a piece that Upendra cut and shared with her.
"How is it?", he asked.
"So tasty, Upen. Thank you so much"
"Not this Cake... I was asking about you... after the Pill?", he chuckled.
"Oh... that... it... it's good", she wasn’t sure what would be the right answer.
"Is it working it's charm on you already?"
"Ji... Yes, it is", her face was red when she replied.
"I can see it... your Nipples are telling me to suck it right here", he was not loud, but clear enough to reach her ears.
"Hmm... okay...", somehow two words came out from her lips.
That conversation broke when an old man of probably in his late sixties along with a similar aged woman walked and sat at the table next to them. That table was perpendicular to thiers, and the man sat with his back to them and the woman sat opposite, facing both Tanvi and Upendra.
The older couple seemed really elegant. The man was lean for his age and the woman was gorgeous looking... a very elegant and respectful looking couple.
"You see, that man is Mr. Nayyar, a big shot in the Movie Industry", Upen updated.
"But, I never heard his name, and never saw him in any movies too"
"Oh no, he is not an Actor, at least not that I know of, given his age now. He is like a sort of kingmaker behind the scenes. He and his production house scouts Actors and Actresses, plus he invests in a specific type of movies, our good friend Mehta is doing a project right now for this guy", Upendra sat back and touched her leg with his shoes.
It took more than a minute for Tanvi to place everything into her head.
"So, Mehta made her act in that shit-show along with Sanjoth that was meant for this old man. Plus, scouting means, in other words, he would be sponsoring men and women to act in sleazy movies... not mainstream", she heard her own words of realization ringing in her head.
"God, these people make porno-movies!", another sharp tickle sparked inside her vaginal core. She didn't say it out loud but the understanding of it was a trigger.
"Oh, okay. No wonder I couldn't recognize", Tanvi replied and even though she wanted pull her legs back away from Upendra's invading, but she didn't... she was there by choice... despite Khurram delivering her like a whore for sale, she could've kept her dignity and said 'No'... but she didnt... gulping her pride, she sat back, smiling.
"You know, this guy, Nayyar, doesn't know how me and Mehta are friends. Plus, I've been trying to get an inner wear supply contract for his production house... but never got close to making a deal. It's also one of the reason why we are here"
"Oh... okay", Tanvi wasn’t following where this was leading to.
"But first, this Birthday boy need birthday dance"
"But... but... Upen, I don't know how", Tanvi was suddenly worried.
"Ah, don't mind. Even, I am not a dancer either. Just take my hands, and follow my lead. Move you legs to match where mine of going, okay"
"Ji...", Tanvi took his hand and stood up.
Slow music started playing in the background and lights dimmed at their end of the restaurant, allowing the couple the dance they wanted.
Tanvi held his palm with one hand, and he took her other and kept it on his shoulder. Easing his free hand, he took a firm grip of her lower back. The top was low and opened till mid-back of hers. His thumb was placed right on her skin, exactly where the top ended.
More or less everyone seated in the restaurant watched them. Whoever didn't see, had their eyes glued... on Tanvi... that included Nayyar and his wife.
Every man present there had their eyes glued on the exotic woman slowly gyrating to match the movements of the large man next to her.
She was different... than anyone assembled in the restaurant... and she clearly looked like an outsider... her Japanese features were clearly visible... her face, skin tone, body structure... every portion of her exposed and covered body got scrutinised and appreciated by all.
Women felt jealous and irritated... men felt they had one thing in common... their hard-ons!
Nayyar was stunned as well as his wife.
Despite all his extensive background in finding beautiful girls and women for his work, and personal needs, he never came across someone who looked like the beauty who was moving next to where he sat.
His wife, Parveen was clearly feeling odd, as she was there with her husband to clear some business discussion between them, planning a proper closure of the issue of their business... everything went into shambles with just one woman... the one next to her... she was indeed a very beautiful woman with one hell of a hot body, and by the look of it, a high class hooker brought in from somewhere outside India, for the large old man's pleasure... she didn't like what she was seeing but took a good appraisal of the stunningly beautiful young woman dancing with the bulky old man.
Though it wasn't a great experience dancing with someone whom she didn't like, the overall experience was beyond her cup of tea. Upendra made slow movements. He pulled her up close, snd immediately her body picked his scent. It was heavy musk, intoxicating her.
His belly pressed against hers. She tried to avoid going closer, it would mean... but no, Upen tightening his grip on her lower back, pulled her to him... a hard pull.
Then!
She got the first feel. It was hard, and thick, like she remembered when her palm was squeezed under his groin on their first car ride. Her face reddened with embarrassment, and watching it, Upendra chuckled into her ear.
"Do you feel it?", he whispered while making a slight turn in their dancing step.
"Ji... yes", she whispered back.
"Good. And you are going to get to know it a lot, girl... a ton load of knowing all about it... tonight", he guffawed.
Upendra made sure that he was turning the exotic young mother to show all her curves to Nayyar.
Just like he presumed, Nayyar's eyes were glued on Tanvi. The older man wasn't listening to what his wife was talking. His focus was all over Tanvi, her feet, ankles, calves, thighs, ass, exposed back, side boobs, naked shoulders, peacock neck, face and pony hair... all of her.
All the while, Upendra held her close... really close to push his hard-on against her groin. Right at that triangular space. Her upper body was curved into a concave matching his bulky belly.
Somehow, Tanvi endured it till the song ended.
Once done, people watching them clapped and cheered Happy Birthday to the old man. Then he brought her back to her seat.
Tanvi was sweating all over, translucent drops were on her forehead and neck, clearly showing the stress and heat she felt.
"Thank you, Tanvi. This is definitely a special moment for me"
"Sure, and thank you Upen. You seem to know your moves very well", she complemented back.
"Oh, trust me, I am not. I think you feel this way because I was able to move you like how I wanted. Your body is meant for dancing, Tanvi. I will get you enrolled in a place I know of, soon"
"Ji... but, I am not into dancing, Upen", she was horrified about the prospects of becoming a total slut for these vile people.
"No worries, otherwise, I will teach you what I know", he paused. "Now, remove your heels and touch me", he ordered.
"JI??", she didn't get what he asked.
"Tanvi, let me not repeat myself. I prefer not to. I said, remove your heels, and touch me", his voice was stern and heavy this time.
Tanvi realized what he asked for.
Her face turned crimson with embarrassment by grasping his 'ask'.
Looking all around, she slid one of her heels and stretched her legs straight, under the table, to reach his... thigh-joint.
"Let me help", Upendra chuckled and slid his hips a bit forward.
Tanvi froze when her toe and fingers of her feet felt the male hardness...
"Are you feeling shy, Tanvi?"
Upendra's unrelated question took her off guard. "Ji?"
"I mean... with all what's happening recently, I doubt you are anything but shy, isn't that right?", Upendra was not the one to let go things so easily... he kept his grudge.
"I... I don't know, Upen"
"Okay, then let me rephrase the question", he paused and looked at her with an arched eyebrow.
Tanvi was seriously trying her level best to keep her feet afloat and at the place he asked her to but miserably failed due to the circumstances. She could not help but be aware of the open expanse of the restaurant and the patrons around them.
"Do you like games, Tanvi?"
"Huh!", then she recalled his initial statement. "He doesn't like repeating his questions".
"Yes, Upen. Simple ones though", her voice was meek and it broke a bit when she felt Upendra moving his hips a bit forward below the table, making her toes touch something that she hated to.
"Right... in that case, I am going to offer you certain enjoyable games... mutually enjoyable", he paused. "But, Tanvi... when I offer you heaven, you seem to hear it as something bad"
Tanvi looked at the old, obese man with a certain understanding of what he just told her... but a vast majority of it went out of place in her head.
Looking at her face, Upendra realized what she was thinking.
"So, what I mean to say is... I asked you a few little things... something you could do with your eyes closed. Yet, what I can see is, you... are very much reluctant to do what I ask of you. And, this is completely contradicting to what I heard from Khurram"
The only response that Tanvi wanted to do was to stand up and slap his face!
But she remained seated. This was a hell-hole that she dug into her own life!
"For one last time, I am going to repeat myself", Upendra's face turned hard.
Tanvi felt her heart freezing for a split-second.
"Move that damn foot of yours!"
Looking straight into his eyes, without displaying any emotion on her face, Tanvi moved her foot with a forward thrust... into the cushiony but muscular sac of skin that hung between his massive thighs... a dual-chambered pouch made of human skin that housed his testicles...
In her hurry, Tanvi forced her foot a bit too hard... her toes glided forward... then it got a feel as it touched him... but her foot skid a little down from that pouch... to squish against his raphe and then against his septum...
Upendra almost bolted up from his seat due to the euphoric shock her foot produced!
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