Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Sumi sat like a wax doll. In fact, the little girl sat so still and poised one can only make out that she is a living thing, only by the movement of her buxom. It was now a day different to her. Today she had rushed to Shukla’s house, to the tuition class, possessed and vulnerable. Unlike other days, the girl didn’t wasted time to change her dress and mostly her hair do. Rather, she almost hovered over the street, almost running to her destined destination.
It wasn’t the fault f the young girl. She was still in the trauma of the previous day. A trauma that changed her equation with Shukla sir, would she say? Or, is it discovering a different persona of Shukla. A persona, which will prevail from now onwards in her mind. The young girl wondered, initially she had been frightened about Shukla sir because of his dirty and painful approaches and desires. But now ? What will he do with her now? What does Shukla sir have in his mind?
The little girl suddenly shivers and looks up cautiously. No, Shukla sir didn’t notice her shiver.
Unlike other days, they were not in the designated room for tuition.
They were in the porch on second floor, and the house was incredibly silent, making sure that there were hardly any people there.
In the house of Shukla sir, and alone with him. No, maybe his guards are around.
Sumi’s heart misses a beat.
Shukla on the other hand was extremely exited . What mattered to him that now with. Shukla puffs the cigar hard. This is his third cigar, and still he can not find a suitable starter for the girl.
In vain did he sent his family to the mandir with most of his escorts, and time is running off fast.
Shukla turns to Sumi, fast, like a raged leopard.
“Sumi…”
The little girl looks up. A fear surrounds her mind and then she holds her face up and sets eyes to Shukla sir. What more she needs to see and bear now ?
“Sumi…” Shukla repeats.
“Ji… Ji sir…”
“What… what can we do ?”
“Ji?” A question that Sumi hardly expected. “Ji sir ?” … the young girl repeats.
“Yes…yes…what can I do with you now…” Sukla says impatiently.
Sumi gets more startled.
“Errr…any… anything you want sir…” Sumi tries to answer at her bestand suddenly with a flash of yesterday’s promise she adds, “I… I am your … your… slave sir…” .
“Ahhh… shut up you fool… I want you to suggest something !” Shukla grunts. Actually, Shukla was bewildered on getting Sumi as her “slave”.
A word that he had been fantasizing and masturbating since the previous day. The ideas were so many, but which to pick. What to do with this little piece of meat, right now ?
What did he thought? What was it ?
Shukla feels helpless and grunts like a madman, “suggesttttttttt…”
The young girl pales in fear.
Cuddled in the far most corner of the settee in the reception Dolly sat, with her head down and one hand running over her red cheeks. Suddenly she giggles a bit, in her mind. It had been a foolishness but a pleasant surprise too, to have her job back !
Dolly, who had rushed in Prasad’s chamber, rather intruded in a abominable way had uttered only, “Sir…the contracts…” The words came out from her heart and were yelling enough and she had stopped abruptly watching the number of people present in the room.
Dolly had stopped and ceased herself from anymore sound watching the anger I the eyes of Prasad.
The anger was justified. The room was full with some of government officers and stakeholders and Dolly created an utter nuisance.
A sharp look at Mukhtar who stood by the door and Dolly was instantly pulled back, with her one hand twisted at back, and Mukhtar’s other hand covering her face, bringing her out of the chamber in a second.
Dolly holds the corridor wall and balances herself from falling. She holds herself and looks up at Mukhtar and tries to smile a little.
Mukhtar didn’t smiled back. Instead, grabbing her head, he bangs it on the wall and a rough poke on her belly. The old woman holds her painful moan but the door opens again and Prasad comes out himself.
Grabbing the old woman rudely by her hair he slaps her hard.
Once,
Twice,
Thrice
But that was not the end.
Prasad hissed, “randi kutia, mujhe mail raat ko hi mil gaya tha… I know you have made Chopra do all the needful, but kutti, that’s your fucking work !
I pay you for that !”
“Don’t I?” …“Don’t ‘I?” …”Don’t I?” Each question followed a slap.
Dolly was so flabbergasted first she thought she didn’t hear properly.
And wondering that the old woman falls thrashing on the fllor.
“Kutti… I know you id your job..but why did you spoil the meeting ? “ Prasad grunts and gets back in the chamber as Mukhtar follows him.
Dolly gathers herself from the fllor.
So Chopra had not been ungrateful to her in this matter.
But indeed, he treated her like a whore.
He used her and gave her what she actually wanted.
Something, she couldn’t speak of in later days to Chopra.
She felt low to speak about her office contracts and deals to be passed off, but Chopra did his duty.
Dolly giggled in her mind and controls herself.
Today there is hardly any chance to get hold of Prasad sir now.
Would she leave?
The old woman gets up and suddenly her head reels.
Where is her little purse ?
The purse that held her thirty six rupees? Her only belonging!
Where did she leave it ?
Corridor ?
She promptly peeps to the corridor.
No, nothing is there.
Then ? Must have dropped in sir’s chamber while Mukhtar tugged her off.
Dolly freezes in panic.
What would she do now ? She had even lost her only belonging.
The old wretched overused woman feels like yelling and crying.
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