Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Dolly had been rushing towards the office. Her heart was filled with anxiousness and fear. Worst thing Dolly felt herself, she would accept anything, just anything to cling to her job now. The old lady, in her mind, actually wanted to prepare lines to save her daughter now from her owner’s wrath.
Yes, to save her daughter. Her darling daughter, Sumi. Dolly knew, how much pain the little girl incurred to save her, and rather it was her who saved her life.
Now, everything is clear to her. The relation between Shukla ji and Sumi. She knew well, that Shukla likes her, lusts on her and supposedly enjoys her too, but never did she dreamt of the extent Shukla’s sickness was and how deeply her daughter was involved in the whole matter.
The previous night, all she thought was to get Sumi married off soon. In any possible way.
But the loss of all her money made her back to square one. What mattered her was the torture she bore to acquire the money. And now, all is lost.
All except thirty six rupees in notes and coins, with not a grain of food in their home. An amount, which seemed impossible to meet their daily needs for a day too.
Dolly needed money.
Dolly needed a bit of rest.
Dolly needed a bit of coaxing.
But, the old hag knew well, she will get none of it.
Dolly managed to ward of the landlord in bathroom. After all, she is a trained whore.
She felt the pressing foot, travelling over her face and neck and immediately recognized it to be the landlord’s.
A foot that is very familiar to her. Familiar, as already said, the landlord loves to use his foot over Dolly. Specially, on the old woman’s delicate body parts.
Dolly, rubbed her old, much used body against the landlord’s, weeping and narrating the story of how her beloved aunt was ill and her passing away.
Dolly promised, she will be present at night and will have a surprise for the landlord.
Dolly had no surprises. She was much older to give any surprises now too. But she promises one to Venkat, the landlord. Dolly knew, she would derive something by the day. She needs to. She needs to repay her daughter with a healthy life for what she bore for her nasty, whore mother.
Dolly was much in tension as she rushed to her office. Unlike other days, she had to travel by bus and then by a rick, only to leave her with seven rupees.
Dolly, was tensed to her life. She actually was clueless how to face Prasad sir.
Would she fall on his feet and ask for mercy?
Would she also include that she will do anything, forever? “What exactly did Sumi say to Shukla ji ?” Dolly thought. Would it act upon Prasad ?
Dolly, was so perturbed with tension that she hardly did made herself apt for her regular office looks. Dolly, unlike other days had the saree normally worn, with her hair in a loose bun, held with a crunchy.
Dolly rushes in to Prasad’s chamber, without any intimation and knock.
The old lady, being vulnerable to her extent had nothing to do but to rush into the chamber of her actual owner, helplessly.
Dolly bangs open the door and runs in the middle of the room and almost yells, “Sir… Sir…I am sorry, please… but…” and she stops abruptly.
The old lady gasps and holds her tongue.
Her eyes burst in utmost tension and face pales off.
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