Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Dolly’s eyes water up to the pull which pains from her hair root to whole head, but with utmost care, she lowers her huge hefty body above Rao’s, hiding the wallet in her closed palm.
The old hag tries to hide the wallet, letting her upon the body of Rao, thinking the Once Rao is dozed back; she will slip off with the wallet, dump it somewhere and be back to Rao’s arms. Later, when the theft would be discovered, she can easily pass it on that hooker.
But Rao was far from getting dozed off. His initial drunken state had cleared off and he slides off the old woman from his top. Dolly instantly pulls her petticoat up and pushes the wallet between her thighs. She bites her lips in helplessness. It would have been better if she would have stripped the petticoat rather than her blouse. The blouse, as always being a convenient place to hide money.
Rao sits up with red eyes rounding around.
With a coarse voice, he almost asks himself, “who laudi kidar gayee ?”
“Ji…woh...woh shayad chali gayee…” Dolly says from side meekly.
Rao rotates his head, slowly to the old hag, with fiery eyes.
“Tu ne use jane ko di ? “
“Ji..nahi… nahi…” Dolly gulps, “main to toilet gayee thi… susu karne…lautke dekha…woh gayab thi…to maine sochi…” and she stops abruptly with an inviting smile, mixed with dash of innocence. That special touch that had made her carry on till date, successfully. The special touch, the speciality of being a chhinal. Dolly put her arms around Rao’s shoulder, trying to get him down laid on the bed again. It will help her to hide the wallet somehow under the bed sheet. Her heart was beating hard and she kept the smile stuck on her face. Being a whore doesn’t tense her up much, but theft is something she had never done.
However, Rao was not in a mood for Dolly’s chhinali. He grunts and asks Dolly for water. Dolly stretches her body, crossing Rao’s body, making her droopy mammary touch and get rubbed over Rao’s bare body intentionally.
She took much time in picking up the bottle and hold in front of Rao, “yeah lo ji…waise, pyas bujhane ke liye, main bhi hu…” and giggles biting her lips.
Rao stares at Dolly for a second and slaps on her hand holding bottle, making it hit right over her face. The hard plastic bottle hits the old lady’s face hard. Dolly stares at Rao, vexed for a moment. The corner of her lips tasted salty. “Madarchod…couldn’t I pick this bottle from my side ? Thanda paani le ke a…”.
Not that Dolly didn’t knew that, she actually didn’t want to leave her sitting position.
A position where she held the small wallet, fat with notes, held tight between her fat legs.
“Ji..ji..woh… fridge main thanda paani nahi hain…”Dolly promptly says, and adds, “…err…shayad”
“Tune dekhi hain…? “ Rao asks bittergly.
“Nnnoo…matlab..mujhe..laga ki…” Dolly stops helplessly.
Rao raised his hand to hit the useless woman again, but controls himself and grinds his teeth,”ja..paanile kea a…”
“Ji…?” Dolly asks. She knew she heard it well, but how would she get up? Specially, when the cache is hidden between her thighs.
“Ji…” Dolly repeats again, sheepishly gazing at Rao.
Rao loses his temper now and pushes the old woman hard, blind with anger.
The push was so hard that the old woman fell directly on the floor, hands away t from the bed.
The old woman crashes over the floor, with her legs flung up, revealing her crouch openly and dropping the wallet, between her legs over the ground. The old woman rolls over the floor and manages to get herself over knees, trying to look around for the wallet and find it lying on floor, hands away from her.
Right then she looks at Rao. His fiery eyes looking at Dolly and the wallet in turn.
Sumi sat docile and silent on the pillion behind Rajiv, submissively. She had been mum and didn’t say a word to whatever Rajiv ordered after the physical turmoil was stopped.
Unexpectedly, Rajiv had stopped after the first slap, only to be followed by another and then few moments he just stared at the little girl, who begged and wept before her, stating her excuses and sorry.
Rajiv watched Sumi’s weep and begging silently. Sumi was ought to stop. Someone has to stop when the other side is nonreactive. Sumi too, had stopped abruptly.
“Over with your crocodile tears ? Are you Sumi?” Rajiv asks dryly.
Sumi looks up at Rajiv with wet eyes.
Her long eyelashes still carried droplets of tears.
How could she explain Rajiv whatever she did was not completely her fault? Yes, her head reeled with the luxury, but there was nothing else. She had ignored Rajiv and is ready to get unished for that, but she doesn’t wants Rajiv to be heartless either.
“Come…” Rajiv says and walks off from the room.
Sumi dared not to say anything follows Rajiv.
Being it other time she would have asked Rajiv where are they going at 11:15 of night, but today she dared not.
Sumi, following Rajiv blindly walks out of the house, bare feet as Rajiv indicates to ride on his bike.
Sumi looks at her feet with guilt in her eyes.
Rajiv’s eyes flashes, “get up Sumi… who cares what’s there in your feet ! You have nothing nowhere worth all over your stupid body…now get up…”
Sumi had gone numb in fear and promptly gets on to the bike, head down, holding and hiding her tears.
They had been driving long and suddenly Sumi looks up and discover they are driving through the highway.
Sumi wondered where were they going but dared not to ask to Rajiv.
The highway was almost dark and getting thinner with population. Seedy jhopdis as desi daru joints and cheap hookers were seen prowling at the side of the highway now.
Sumi wished to ask Rajiv but held herself hard. Her head also being reeling. She hadn’t had anything since last afternoon. She wondered, are they going to some motel ? Rajiv would surely order some food. Of course she can also ask Rajiv to order if she doesn’t too. Rajiv won’t mind that.
Suddenly Rajiv stops the bike with a creek making Sumi bang on Rajiv’s back. At the little girl’s horror Rajiv gets down from the bike and walks to the nasty looking hooker to the roadside with a smiling face.
Sumi was far from being terrified or tensed up. She rather didn’t understand why Rajiv stopped to talk with a road side hooker. What is in his mind?
A chill runs down from through her spine.
Sumi looks up helplessly to Rajiv, who had been talking amiably with the girl, smiling and Sumi saw the girl giving glances to her.
What is Rajiv saying to the girl about her ?
Suddenly Sumi felt very low.
She didn’t know why, she wasn’t liking the time. Something bad is ahead.
Rajiv looks back to her and snaps his finer and calls her, “come here, Sumi…” and whistles. A way someone calls his pet dog.
Sumi walks down to Rajiv, gingerly over the service road, where Rajiv stood with the girl, aside a bush.
Sumi looks up at Rajiv submissively standing in front of him, trying her best to ignore the girl by his side.
Rajiv spurts out a little word, “strip…”.
Sumi was sure she didn’t hear Rajiv well or it was to the other girl.
But Rajiv repeats, “Sumi, you lousy fool, don’t you hear what I say… STRIP…”
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