Fantasy [Celeb] Anushka's training to Raashi Khanna

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"First lesson, slut!! You ask a question and then you drop your eyes like you insulted someone. Wrong. In this room you ask, you get an answer, and you keep those eyes up." She pointed at the floor between them. "Stand. Here."
Raashi stood — a little unsteady, hands still folded. She looked at the manager, then at Anushka, then back at him, and her throat moved like she was swallowing something.
"Kurti," Anushka said. "Peel it. Slow is for the camera. Here, fast."
Raashi fumbled with the hem, got a grip, and pulled it up over her head in one clumsy motion — hair coming loose from its pins, cheeks burning red, arms snapping up to cross over her chest the second the fabric cleared.
Underneath: a plain white bra. Practical. Boring. Cute. Small tits, soft belly, smooth skin, the body of a girl who had never once been looked at.
"Ayyo." Anushka knocked her arms down. "What are you hiding? Nobody in this room hasn't seen a bra. Relax." She circled her — slow, deliberate, boots clicking, eyes dragging over her from behind. "Good skin. Nice waist. Tits are small — doesn't matter. Heroes don't count inches, they count eagerness. Small tits on a hungry face beat big tits on a shy face every single time. Write that down."
She stopped, hooked a thumb toward him.
"And him. You asked if he's needed." She patted her own crotch, crude, unbothered. "Two reasons. One — tonight is about a dick, and he's the only one in the building. Two — he's your manager. He already knows your dates, your diet, your damn cycles. You think he doesn't know your body? Pori, he's been keeping you fed and rested for six months for exactly this night. So there's no point hiding it from him. He's not your boss in this room. He's the prop."
She turned to him, chin up, all command.
"Anna. Up. Pants down to the knees. You're the study material tonight."
Then her eyes snapped back to Raashi, hard.
"Student — you don't touch yet. First you look. Really look. Tell me what you see, and don't you dare drop those eyes."
It took seconds. That's the thing nobody told the new girls — ten years in the business and clothes stop being clothes. They become a costume, and a costume comes off the moment the scene starts. Anushka's slip was already on the floor before Raashi had her first strap unhooked.
She stood there naked like she was born standing like that — full low tits, dark nipples, soft belly, hips, a thin gold chain round her neck and absolutely nothing else, hair a mess, feet apart. No arms crossed. No sucking in. Just there.
The manager was the same. Belt, buttons, done. He didn't even think about it.
Raashi was still losing a fight with her bra — one strap off, one twisted at the back, the lowers not even touched — and her face was pink up to the ears.
Anushka snapped her fingers. Two sharp cracks, right in front of Raashi's nose.
"Eyes here. Stop fighting that bra, you'll lose. Watch first. Then copy."
She shoved him down onto the sofa — flat palm to his chest, no warning — and he dropped. She kneeled between his legs, elbows braced on his thighs, and took his cock into her mouth in one stroke, all the way down, nose pressed to his skin, throat working, no warm-up, no build. Just deep.
She held it there. Breathed through her nose. Then pulled off slow, letting the spit string break across her chin.
"That's the standard," she said, eyes on Raashi the whole time. "Not a kiss. Not a lick. All the way, first stroke. Cute girls do a little tip-lick and think they did something. Men remember the one who swallowed them whole in one go."
She went back down — and this time she worked it. Wet, loud, one hand cupping his balls, tits swaying, eyes flicking up to Raashi every few seconds to make sure the student was watching. Teaching while she sucked. Using his body like a training slide.
Raashi stood there — kurti gone, topless in front of her own manager, mouth hanging open, staring like she was watching a magic trick.
Anushka popped off, wiped her chin with the back of her wrist, and jerked her head at Raashi.
"Come here and kneel on the other side." She tapped his thigh. "You're going to learn this with your mouth on the same cock, so you feel the difference between doing it and doing it right."