Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Dolly sits flustered and rather blank in the settee. She neither moved nor looked around, and sat engrossed, broken down. Hours had pass and the old lady remained seated in the corner of the reception. The receptionist had left, and the reception was taken up by the security personnel. One thing dolly was sure off. Prasad didn’t left and the meeting was still on.
Dolly comes out of the trance suddenly and looks up to the huge wall clock. It almost seven and she had been sitting here like a statuette, broken down for her only economic belonging.
Would she check the corridor again? Dolly springs up, almost possessed and rushes to the corridor of chambers, but there was no trace. The red carpet had nothing over it.
Dolly still searches, walking up and down, again and again to the corridor and suddenly the door of Prasad’s chamber opens. Dolly’s heart misses a beat.
Would Prasad sir be happy seeing her here? Would Prasad sir be annoyed?
But neither Prasad nor any of Dolly’s regulars stepped out.
It was a person carrying loads of files in hand and suddenly looks up at Dolly.
His timid eyes behind the thick spectacles blinked a few times.
Dolly was actually not expecting Hariharan to come out from Prasad’s chamber.
The assistant cashier was not her level much. Rather, she snubbed him and ignored his invitation and left. But today, the situation was different.
She needed his help.
She needed some money urgently. Some loose cash.
“Chaliye… thoda baat kar lete hain…” that’s all Hariharan replied after hearty greetings of Dolly and with her most helpless face and in a low tone, almost in a whispering voice, “actually, promlem…matlab…actually, main bahut promlem main phas gayee…” and tells the entire story of losing her purse, not in Prasad sir’s chamber but somewhere on road, maybe in cab today.
Dolly had no idea what Hariharan was driving to, but she followed him sheepishly. Hariharan was done for the day and leaves office with Dolly following. Hariharan walked through the busy streets and had finally reached a roadside chai shop and there they stood with two small cups of tea.
Dolly didn’t know how to drive on to the topic again. Hariharan kept on sipping the tea as Dolly would think. And think.
Hariharan suddenly speaks up, “chai pijiye madam… thandi ho jayegi, phir sharbat ki daam dena padega…” and laughs in his own joke. Dolly instantly drives a fake fade smile and sips on to the tea burning he lips.
Right then Hariharan asks, “ha..aap kuch keh rahi thi…”
Dolly, licking her burning lips said, “err… main.. wohi..mera purse… not left without any money… so, if you could lend me some… some… “ and suddenly gathering courage says,…”err… two thousand rupees ….please ?”
Hariharan was shocked. Dolly wasn’t sure of whether it was real or an acting, but Hariharan’s eyes bulged out, “do…hazaar…”
Dolly was scared like hell, she spurts out, “Hazar bhi chalega… aatt sao ?... nahi… panch..panchsao please…” she almost cried in vulnerability.
“Aap ko …errr… aap kal sham ko free? If so, I wish to invite you…”
Dolly was taken aback.
“Invitation…? “and that too her?
Dolly was so surprised she repeats, “Ji…invitation? Of… what?”
“Kuch nahi..waisa kuch nahi… it’s almost family like… Diwali main nahi mil saka to…hehe..belated diwali party…”
Dolly now looks into Hariharan’s eyes, trying to understand the nature of party.
Hariharan adds, “At my house only,..app aaogi na ?”
Dolly shakes her head, with a hard drawn smile on her face. HAriharan’s eyes sparkles up for a second.
A flash no one would miss and instantly he speaks in the amiable tone,” to phir..kal sham ko..pukka ? “ and writes his address on a chit of paper, handing it to Dolly.
“Ji…who… err.. the money..I mean, paansao rupeya.. mujhe ghar bhi lautna hai…”
Hariharan slips out his worn out purse, and looks in for a long time, finging behind the notes and slips out one dirty fifty rupees note and stretches it to Dolly, “aaj to saath main zyada cash nahi hai… yeah rakh do…”
Dolly was left startled. She didn’t knew what to say.
“Kal…kal..wasool kar lena…” Dolly looks up sharp hearing the last statement of Hariharan. The man looked different now, his droopy eyes, his oily smothered stupid face was beaming with some unsaid joy.
Dolly knew this type of joy.
Looking down, the old woman stretches her hand to the soiled, old fifty rupees note.
Sumi walked to the street, with loads of thoughts in her head. Her head was heavy and paining not only for Shukla sir’s merciless tugs but also his behavior. The thick pungent smell of that special cigarette, the tugs and pulls, the cuddles and gropes and the terrifying roars of Shukla.
Sumi expected to be taken by Shukla today but Shukla let her go without even ejaculating. He had been so confused in his own wild fantasies on Sumi, that the little girl came out unused mostly.
Sumi was thinking about this strange act of Shukla. This madness on her. She had experienced his mad lust but never his confusion about using her.
Sumi, however doesn’t feels much bad. She knew Shukla’s lust and would rather be under his lust rather than his anger.
But she feels bad for her mother.
Her poor, poor mother…Sumi thinks. The lot of tortures she had to take for her dream and her losing all the money. Not that she expected much for her marriage, but at least a better way to stay for them. A bit of higher studies and then a good job. But all is lost.
Suddenly something flashes in the stupid girl’s mind.
All that had little value had been taken off, along with the money, including the “few” new dresses she had too !
Did someone known did it deliberately ? To make them suffer ?
Did Rajiv ? No, Sumi discards the thought immediately. Been it be Rajiv, he would leave his mark. Moreover, he would spoil the money, but won’t take it away.
Then ? who could it be ? Manish, Raj & Ed ? Not likely too.
Rao, the landlord ? But why her clothes then ?
Who could it be ? Who ?
Sumi was all in thoughts while suddenly she stumbles and stops by instinct.
Headlights of three bikes flashes up and blinds the little girls eye’s.
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