24-09-2026, 08:46 PM
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Chapter : Condom
Ranga looked at her for a moment, then gave a short, unbothered shrug. The movement made the brass chain shift against his damp chest.
“I don’t have one on me.” Ranga said slightly amused
Monica’s eyes narrowed. A drop of sweat slid down the side of her neck and disappeared into the hollow of her collarbone.
“Don’t tell me you are serious Ranga” Monica said angrily
“Do I look like I’m joking? This isn’t a hotel room. I didn’t come here planning to fuck your lovely cunt!”
She let out a sharp, incredulous breath. The sound was loud in the small space. Outside, the empty site baked under the sun; inside, the single bulb threw a yellow light that made every surface look slightly greasy.
“Then we’re done. I’m not risking anything. Find another way to move Deshmukh’s file..Period ” Monica shot back angrily and moved away from the dirty wooden table!
Ranga didn’t move an inch from the edge of the table. His cock remained hard, heavy, the dark skin stretched smooth, a faint sheen of moisture already at the tip. The dense bush at the base looked even thicker in the humid air.
“There’s a labourers’ room next door,” he said calmly. “The mistri keeps a bag there. Old clothes, beedis, random junk. Sometimes more. You can check.”
Monica stared at him. The idea settled over her like the heat itself — thick, unpleasant, inescapable.
“You want me to go rummage through some labourer’s bag for a condom while I’m dressed like this?”
“You’re already undressed and you’re already paying. Go through the bag and bring the condom. Or walk out, go home to your sick husband, and tell him the café is finished because you refused. Those are the only two options. Choose.”
Monica held his gaze for a long second, jaw tight. Then she turned. The wooden floorboards were rough under her bare feet, slightly gritty with cement dust. Each step made the heavy curves of her ass shift inside the tiny panties; the narrow strip of fabric had already ridden deeper between her ass cheeks from the movement. The air from the main cabin to the side room felt even hotter, denser, carrying the smell of old cloth, tobacco, and stale sweat.
The side room was dimmer. A single metal trunk sat against the wall beside a folded cot. A dusty sports bag lay open on the floor, its contents spilling out in a small, greasy pile — a crumpled shirt stiff with dried sweat, a thin towel, a crushed packet of beedis, a cracked phone charger furred with dust.
Monica crouched. The position pulled her panties tighter and made her breasts strain forward against the thin bra. She began going through the bag with quick, disgusted movements. The fabric of the old shirt felt rough and slightly damp under her fingers. The smell rose stronger — pungent male, unwashed, mixed with the sweet-chemical scent of cheap tobacco.
“This is degrading,” she muttered, loud enough for him to hear. “Completely degrading.”
Ranga’s voice came from the doorway. He had followed her and now leaned against the frame, still fully naked. The yellow light from the main room caught the sweat on his shoulders and the heavy hang of his cock.
“You only needed a condom. I’m helping you find one.. How ungrateful is that Monica ?” Ranga smirked and yelled loudly from the door of the second attached room.
“You’re watching me dig through a stranger’s dirty bag while you stand there hard. That’s not anywhere close to helping me”
Her fingers brushed something small and plastic at the bottom of the bag, half-buried under the towel. She pulled it free. A single condom packet, the foil dulled with dust and time, the edges slightly soft from heat. It left a grey smudge on her fingertips.
She held it up between two fingers. The packet felt warm from the closed bag, almost sticky.
“This looks like it’s been here since the foundation was laid.”
Ranga’s mouth curved...
“It’s sealed. That’s all that matters.”
Monica stood. Her knees carried the faint imprint of the dusty floor.
“If this breaks, I will kill you.”
“It won’t break,” Ranga said. “Now bring it here.”
She walked back into the main cabin. The temperature difference was small but noticeable; the air moved slightly more here.
Monica stopped in front of him and held the packet out. The foil caught the yellow bulb light.
Ranga looked at her for a moment, then gave a short, unbothered shrug. The movement made the brass chain shift against his damp chest.
“I don’t have one on me.” Ranga said slightly amused
Monica’s eyes narrowed. A drop of sweat slid down the side of her neck and disappeared into the hollow of her collarbone.
“Don’t tell me you are serious Ranga” Monica said angrily
“Do I look like I’m joking? This isn’t a hotel room. I didn’t come here planning to fuck your lovely cunt!”
She let out a sharp, incredulous breath. The sound was loud in the small space. Outside, the empty site baked under the sun; inside, the single bulb threw a yellow light that made every surface look slightly greasy.
“Then we’re done. I’m not risking anything. Find another way to move Deshmukh’s file..Period ” Monica shot back angrily and moved away from the dirty wooden table!
Ranga didn’t move an inch from the edge of the table. His cock remained hard, heavy, the dark skin stretched smooth, a faint sheen of moisture already at the tip. The dense bush at the base looked even thicker in the humid air.
“There’s a labourers’ room next door,” he said calmly. “The mistri keeps a bag there. Old clothes, beedis, random junk. Sometimes more. You can check.”
Monica stared at him. The idea settled over her like the heat itself — thick, unpleasant, inescapable.
“You want me to go rummage through some labourer’s bag for a condom while I’m dressed like this?”
“You’re already undressed and you’re already paying. Go through the bag and bring the condom. Or walk out, go home to your sick husband, and tell him the café is finished because you refused. Those are the only two options. Choose.”
Monica held his gaze for a long second, jaw tight. Then she turned. The wooden floorboards were rough under her bare feet, slightly gritty with cement dust. Each step made the heavy curves of her ass shift inside the tiny panties; the narrow strip of fabric had already ridden deeper between her ass cheeks from the movement. The air from the main cabin to the side room felt even hotter, denser, carrying the smell of old cloth, tobacco, and stale sweat.
The side room was dimmer. A single metal trunk sat against the wall beside a folded cot. A dusty sports bag lay open on the floor, its contents spilling out in a small, greasy pile — a crumpled shirt stiff with dried sweat, a thin towel, a crushed packet of beedis, a cracked phone charger furred with dust.
Monica crouched. The position pulled her panties tighter and made her breasts strain forward against the thin bra. She began going through the bag with quick, disgusted movements. The fabric of the old shirt felt rough and slightly damp under her fingers. The smell rose stronger — pungent male, unwashed, mixed with the sweet-chemical scent of cheap tobacco.
“This is degrading,” she muttered, loud enough for him to hear. “Completely degrading.”
Ranga’s voice came from the doorway. He had followed her and now leaned against the frame, still fully naked. The yellow light from the main room caught the sweat on his shoulders and the heavy hang of his cock.
“You only needed a condom. I’m helping you find one.. How ungrateful is that Monica ?” Ranga smirked and yelled loudly from the door of the second attached room.
“You’re watching me dig through a stranger’s dirty bag while you stand there hard. That’s not anywhere close to helping me”
Her fingers brushed something small and plastic at the bottom of the bag, half-buried under the towel. She pulled it free. A single condom packet, the foil dulled with dust and time, the edges slightly soft from heat. It left a grey smudge on her fingertips.
She held it up between two fingers. The packet felt warm from the closed bag, almost sticky.
“This looks like it’s been here since the foundation was laid.”
Ranga’s mouth curved...
“It’s sealed. That’s all that matters.”
Monica stood. Her knees carried the faint imprint of the dusty floor.
“If this breaks, I will kill you.”
“It won’t break,” Ranga said. “Now bring it here.”
She walked back into the main cabin. The temperature difference was small but noticeable; the air moved slightly more here.
Monica stopped in front of him and held the packet out. The foil caught the yellow bulb light.
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