Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Dolly’s throat and lips were dry as sand paper. Never had she been in a situation like this. She had to compromise with her womanhood and natural shame but never she was sent as a trapper and decoy with some other motive. All she was used to do was attending normal delegates and guests and a pleasure toy for Prasad, but now, she is really not sure whether she is the trapper or the one who will be trapped.
Dolly clutches her handbag well. The door opens and the husky voice asked her whereabouts. Dolly’s head and ears were spinning in excitement and anxiety.
Mehta looked at Dolly well. Did he ever seen her before? She looks so familiar.
“To tumhe Prasad ne bheja ..?” Dolly nods her head softly, “ji..sir.”
Mehta indicated her to get inside and slams the door closed. His eyes were searchlights on Dolly. Dolly, on the other hand was feeling damn uneasy. Mehta’s eyes searched her whole body, from top to bottom.
“I think you work in Prasad’s office, right ?”
Dolly gulps. “Yes sir”
“Didn’t Prasad gave you a packet for me ?” Dolly instantly opens her handbag and brings out the sealed packet and hands over, “here sir...this one”.
Mehta takes it, his eyes don’t move from Dolly’s. He flaps open the envelope and takes out a bunch of pictures. And keeps on looking at them.
Dolly gets a shivering idea in her mind.
Mehta asks, “What’s your name ?” as he kept on seeing the photographs.
“Ji, Dolly Singh” Dolly replies softly.
Mehta looks at her, “you know what’s in this packet ?”
Dolly nods her head, fearfully, “No sir…” Mehta smiles and turns the pics to Dolly. Dolly closes her eyes. They were none other than those dreadful pictures the boss took that day, in the office room. Along with the two seniors and Mukhtar. Dolly took it as some other sick pleasure of Prasad. But those pics ! They would shiver any porn sites too
When Prasad gave the packet to Dolly half an hour back, even then he didn’t mentioned about what was the content of the envelope.
“See them… and check well” Mehta says…”Are they fake ?”
Dolly looks into Mehat’s eyes with utter plead.
“Tell me… are these pics fake or real?” Mehta repeats.
Dolly nods her head. “Yes sir… real”
“You mean… these are really your pictures ? and not faked ?”
Mehta asks again. Dolly nods her head, “yes sir ! It is indeed me…”
Mehta smiles a crude smile now, “that means you are used to it…right?”
Dolly nods her head again. “yes sir…I am used to it”
Mehta giggles, “so Prasad had been truthful once in his life… come...come with me in this room” and leaves for the room he indicated.
Dolly holds the bag in her hand and slowly follows in the room and was shocked to see two more men there. Prasad sir only said about Mehta . But here are more people. What if they catch her intensions ? “Ohh..they are looking at me so strangely” Dolly thinks in her mind. One was in white shorts and a T shirt, other was in a striped three quarter pyjamas and bare bodied. The one in shorts was in mid forties and the later was an oldie with bald head.
Mehta introduces Dolly. “At least Prasad had been of work. Danu bhai and Kanan Bhai… yeah hai Indian slave …” Mehta grins in lust, as the other two guys look up at her.
Dolly starts feeling chilled. Boss had been gross to her many a times but had never sent her on a mission like this. “Aur yah rahi iski slave banne ki gawah..” Mehta adds as he shoves the pictures of Dolly.
The bald guy was too much exited to see the pics and was giggling at Dolly in a disgusting way. The one I T shirt was not much pleased, “ kya bekar ki yeah buddhiya ko bheji hai.. come to Dubai or Singapore, you have young girls as slaves..”
The older guy jumps up and stands in front of Dolly and with a dirty grin says, “aarey goli maro Dubai aur Singapoori… who desi maal thodi hogi…ummm.. eh sati savitri dulhania.. chalo.. apne niche ki saree uuthake ghunghat banao…”
Dolly didn’t reacted at first as she didn’t understood. A tight slap burns her ass right then.
Dolly shivers up and don’t even dare to open her mouth in pain. She is supposed to be a slave here.
“Sunai nahi di ? You need to lift your saree from beneath and put it as your ghunghat and greet our NRI friend..”
Dolly nods her head and with a smile takes a step back and places the bag on the mantelpiece. Her fingers tremble as she clicks the hidden button on the bag. The huge fake stone on the bag, working as knob is actually a hidden camera. Dolly was briefed by Prasad to do whatever Mehta says and record it. He had some plans with it later.
Prasad had in his mind that he would use the tape as Mehta taking advantage of a needy woman as a sexual slave. That’s why he had also sent Dolly’s pics as proof. Even Dolly didn’t knew there will be more people.
Dolly places the bag as much as she can and returns back to her place. Looks up at the three men, she knows the camera is rolling now.
Dolly looks at Mehta, Mehta snaps his finger and indicates Dolly to pull up her saree and use it as ghunghat.
Dolly bends down…
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