Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

The mood of the room was surely uplifting, at least for Rao.
Music was played, and Dolly, voluntarily started to shake her legs.
Though it was mostly of shaking her vulgar body vigorously, whether it matched the tune, it ever hardly mattered to her.
Dolly was intended and was trying to be at her best.
As soon as she entered the room, she had measured her adversary, in few quick glances.
A young, petite, rather skinny, dark girl.
She was not a beauty, but her age. An age when even the ugly Betty looks acceptable and fuck worthy.
Dolly knew she had quite a few hindrances against her rival.
Age and figure led the list.
And Dolly had only one option.
To jump into action.
Dolly walked fast to the center table, lifting up the hard desi whiskey bottle and sipping it neat.
Gulping three to four mouthfuls, she wipes her lips with the other side of her palm and burps loud, “ahhh… abhi mood banana hain maalik…” and giggling she walks to the music system and plays up a mp3 of item numbers.
Rao was beaming up in joy, as he sat beside his pick,placing a hand on her shoulder.
Dolly’s eyes flashes for a second.
The next moment, she held her pallu in her hand, away from her chest and shaking her vulgar, much used, saggy body vigorously. Her huge, droopy braless tits hung and swung while shaking her body.
Dolly leaves the pallu and walks to the table in dancing moves, with one hand on head and other on waist, like typical cheap whores and picking the bottle of whiskey she gulps a few more mouthfuls and holds in front of Rao.
Rao gulps neat whiskey from Dolly’s hand held bottle.
Suddenly Dolly holds her droopy left tit, removes the bottle and holds her blouse clad tit in front of Rao’s mouth.
Rao bites the nipple correctly under the blouse.
“Ouchhhhhh… ummmmmalikkkkkk…” Dolly made a whistling moan and releases herself taking a step back and replacing the bottle on Rao’s lips.
Sumi comes out from the trance.
She had been sitting like a zombie for some time, holding her phone in her hand.
The little girl wanted to call up Rajiv, but was feeling too afraid.
Sumi bites her lips and takes up a long breathe and dials Rajiv’s number.
The phone rings.
And rings.
And rings.
And the ring dies off with the recorded message of the service provider.
Sumi tries again.
No answer.
“Why isn’t Rajiv answering the call? Is he driving?” Sumi thinks.
Suddenly in a trance Sumi picks up her mother’s phone and calls up Rajiv’s number.
The phone rings and instantly, “kya hua re budhiya ? kaha chut marwa rahi thi itne din ?”
Sumi gets startled for a second and then in a meek voice replies, “Rajiv… it’s me… it’s me , Sumi…”
There was no answer from the other end.
“Rajiv…it’s me… I need to talk to you..please..please understand….I… I’m sorry…
Please…please forgive me…” Sumi’s word’s flooded out untl she realized she was keeping on talking alone.
She looks at the phone.
Rajiv had hung up her call.
Dolly comes down from the wooden center table with drunken but victorious steps.
Her mission was accomplished.
Rao had passed off and snoring loud with his mouth open.
Dolly walks shaky to the sofa.
The old woman was topless and only her petticoat remain hanging under her lower abdomen.
The petticoat she had been raising to show a specific body part rhythmically to the cheap song that still played.
Dolly now casts a ignoring look to the girl who sat motionless to the sofa end.
Her role had finished much before.
The experienced whore had made a glorious victory over her.
“Eh… to chal abhi…” Dolly makes a wave in her hand.
The girl gets up now, her eyes showered anger, “aapne…aapne sab bigad di…. Subah se koi nahi mila… abhi yehi mile they… ab mausi ko kya bolu…unhe to tin sao rupeya dena hi hai…” the girl almost was about to kill Dolly.
Dolly was shaken.
Being an expert actress she doesn’t let a word out and walks to Rao’s left open trouser at the side of the sofa and slips out his purse and opens it.
Dolly gets startled for a second.
The stacked five hundred and hundred rupees note made her breathe hold for few seconds but then she slips out two five hundred rupees note and stretches it out to the girl.
“Yeah le aur dafa ho jay aha se…” Dlly says in a cold tone and puts the wallet back in Rao’s trouser pocket.
The girl glances at Dolly for a second and smiling face and rushes out of the room instantly.
Dolly leaves a sigh of relief and smiles a little.
Instantly her hand goes back to Rao’s trouser and she slips out the wallet.
Never will she get a change to pinch this and let the accusation go on the unknown girl. This bunch of notes will help her for sometime at least.
Dolly grabs the wallet in her hand, her heart beating hard, she needs to rush away, hide the wallet and be back.
Dolly takes a step forward and right then Rao’s hand grasp her from behind by her hairs.
The little girl sat cramped, holding her folded knees by her hands.
Head down, she wondered, Rajiv deserted her.
He would answer her mother’s call but not hers!
Sumi felt pangs of pain in her heart and lifts up her face in immense pain.
And there was a shock !
Rajiv stood there at the door.
Sumi knew it was all dream.
Like a sleep walker she raises and walks to Rajiv and in a trance she speaks in a shaky voice,”Rajiv… Rajiv… you came ? “
Rajiv soke, not by his mouth by his right hand rose up.
It was then, while falling on the floor with a burning pain on her left cheek, Sumi realized it was not a dream.
Rajiv, in her dreams, never slaps her.
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