Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

People passed through their back, as Sumi was facing her back to the corridors and parallel doors of the room. But seeing her almost topless, rather worse than that, as her two semi-saggy tits hung vulnerably over her chest as she held on the coffee cups, would be a rather normal chance for any who would walk up to Dinesh.
Even from side view, one can see the little girl’s used hanging udders.
Sumi open her her eyes, her face had gone red and broken in shame and helplessness, “Please sir !... please… don’t do this to me ! …I… I ..”the helpless little girl sobbed.
Dinesh looked at the girls eyes, with is eyes twinkling in fun but his face was pleasant without a crease of smile. No one could imagine seeing his face that he is enjoying a shameless show. It seemed, Dinesh was looking at some furniture r nature rather than staring at the girl.
Very slowly he reached his hands out, holding over the cup and saucers.
Sumi stared a second as Dinesh hands on the cups to himself and instantly pulls her blouse down.
As her luck would have it, the blouse was not to easy to fit, at least to hide her tits back again so easily. As Dinesh watched her embarrassing face and helpless tries to fit herself in desperately, the little girl turns around. Instantly understanding it was the stupidest thing to do, as she now faced the corridor and the passing people Sumi again turns back helplessly, letting off a muffled grunt. With desperate pushes and pulls the little girl succeeds in hiding back her udders again and looks up at Dinesh.
Dinesh for a second gets vexed by the stare of Sumi. It had a question. It had anger of getting harassed. It had a untold mystic thing.
Sumi’s eyes were red and she turns her face and rushes out of the room.
Blindly the little girl runs to the ladies washroom. She wanted to cry herself out. Understanding the washstand is not an ideal place, as other girls may enter she rushes inside a WC and locks it it and breaks of crying.
The little girl bangs her head helplessly in the wall of the small enclosure. Why does it happen to her? Why did Dinesh sir had to harass her in this manner in front of someone else? Yes, she had been cheap for him, but that all in private. But why today in a place where she wanted to work with her head high, like a normal worker?
The little girl went on sobbing in pain and anger and right then there were rude thumps on the door of the WC. A ruder male voice was heard, “Kya re randi ! Din bhar hagti rahegi to mehmano ka dekhbhal kaun karegi chut ? Jaldi nikal…”
An unknown voice that made the little girl’s heart goes freezing.
More than two hours had been spent and each moment Dolly could understand the gravity of the situation.
Everything was so different.
Everything was so classy.
Everything was so rich.
Never did in her life Dolly had dreamt to flaunt these clothes of her much used cheap body.
A woman who live her life in a gutter.
A life full of abuses and exploitation.
The dresses she was supplied with Mukhtar.
The salon she was taken to was one of the most plush and expensive of the city making her knees tremble as she walked in naively behind Mukhtar.
On every passing moment, her thumping heart was making Dolly realize this is not what she had been doing years long.
It’s a different ballgame altogether.
When she walked out of the salon nearly after three hours, she saw the phanthom of Prasad parked in front. The old woman walked slowly, tapping the pencil heels over the ground. Never in her life the old woman wore the dresses she wore at the moment.
A look that bedazzled not only Prasad but also Shah who ogled at the old woman in her new avatar.
Dolly had her head down as she walked silently to the car.
Clad in the extremely well cut pleated A line skirt and blazer, with the white shirt made her look quite different. Her hair was gelled and tied in a high chignon, with a braid surrounding her bun. A completely different look that made the old woman Dolly appears so classy and different.
All three remained quiet all through their journey to the airport.
Only Shah had murmured once in a low voice, ”She looks all right, but…would it really work ?...”
Prasad maintained a wooden face. As they reached airport Prasad allowed Shah to get ahead few steps and suddenly holds Dolly by her wrist.
A hold Dolly had forgotten for long.
It had been long that Prasad held her hand in the manner he did now. A way Prasad used to some seven to eight years earlier.
A surprised Dolly couldn’t help looking up at Prasad.
“Dolly… I need to tell you something…” Prasad says in a broken tone.
“Ji… ji sir…” Dolly reciprocated in a much earnest and cordial way.
“Dolly…there’s a huge stake on this work… and on You…” Prasad says in a very serious and grave tone. “And honestly, everything depends on you, though I don’t know whether you can do it…”
Dolly wanted to say something but Prasad continued.
“It was only me who vouched and vetoed over you… “ and looks at the old woman’s eyes, “Do not let me down Doll”
A shiver goes down over the old woman’s body. It had been so long that Prasad had ever called her by that name, “Doll”.
A name Dolly almost forgot herself.
The old woman’s eyes vaporizes in gratefulness or maybe something much complicated, but the end being she whispering in a very low but clear tone, “I will not let you down sir… I will not…” Droplets of tears run down from the weary eyes and she looks up to Prasad with full esteem. Yes, she will do it.
Dolly was all in her full esteem, waiting for the maverick to come outside as they waited. She had kept her cool and decided to act accordingly after seeing and judging the man apparently.
Dolly was much engulfed into her thought and didn’t quite notice that people already started to flock out. She was quite abruptly been raised up from her thoughts as Prasad yelled at someone. Dolly stiffened and put her all attention to Prasad’s POV who raised and waved his hand back. Dolly felt the earth shaking under her feet and being drained off her blood as she stared at the so called maverick with bursting eyes.
Dolly stood to the balcony, facing the hills and the lake to the company’s VVIP guesthouse. So much the old lady was engulfed in her own thoughts; she didn’t quite hear the footsteps. All in her mind, Dolly was engulfed into a complete darkness. A situation where she didn’t knew how to react.
The guy, Vic aka Vikash Desai is a young person, even younger than Rajiv. The innocent face, the thick spectacles, the messy hairs, all showed that Vic Desai was a youth who resided at a different plane.
As Dolly lamented on her fate, while watching Vic coming out from the airport, she wondered how many nasty crimes she has to do.
She felt really low being delivered to such a young boy.
She rather felt too dirty and shameful over herself.
Dolly felt to walk away from there; she couldn’t be that low to lure and lay a young boy, that too who’s innocent.
Right then another innocent face surfaced to her mind.
The innocent face of Sumi.
Dolly closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Yes, she has to do this.
Dolly had promised herself to go to the bottom of shamelessness and selling herself off this time as a last stance to accumulate for Sumi’s marriage.
She stiffens her jaw and looks up at the advancing guy.
Suddenly something strikes the old woman.
The eyes of that boy.
They were not eyes, they were shining like diamonds.
It seemed, all of the life of Vic had been centralized to his eyes.
Dolly instantly understood, this young boy is a class apart.
He is not only intelligent but dangerously intelligent.
She needs not to be cautious with him.
Dolly requires to be extra cautious with this boy.
Dolly was totally engulfed in her thoughts. They had straight driven to the VVIP guest house in outstretch of the city limits. While Vic has been hailed to a grand suite, Dolly is occupying another room, and so is Shah.
Right the moment, Shah had entered to Dolly’s room and was much enraged to find the old whore gazing out from the balcony.
“Any ideas or strategy? Why don’t you go and talk to him? I mean, getting friendly…” Shah suggests suddenly.
Dolly kept on staring, ignoring Shah’s remark.
Shah gets a step forward, “can’t you hear me you old fool?”
Dolly turned to Shah and softly said, “Don’t yell please…let me think!”
Shah gnawed his teeth and grunted, ”Oh, so our honorable Ms. Dolly is thinking now! Shall I just remind you that we pay you for parting your legs and not for thinking?”
Dolly stares at Shah for a moment and smiles a little, “ for sure, but you need to think when to part your legs and when to cross it…If you are so anxious why don’t you go and part yourself instead?”
Shah stares a little at Dolly and grabs her arm and gives a pull, “it seems you haven’t been in place for long…” and pulls her t the bed.
Dolly struggles herself, ”please, look…we are here for a different work…”
Shah gives the old woman a deliberate rude push making the woman fall helplessly over the floor in a heap.
The so chicly dressed woman, suddenly looked helpless and vulnerable as she is.
Dolly knew what is going to happen now.
She could read the angry lust in Shah’s eyes.
Dolly knew he wanted to feast upon Dolly in this unseen look of her these long years.
The old woman still makes a feeble chance, ”But, but I’m here for a different job sir…”
“And when you are NOT doing that that, then you are to please me, isn’t it whore?” Shah giggles a dirty grin and hits the old woman’s thigh with the tip of his shoe.
Dolly could only make a feeble sound, “Ouchhh”.
The little girl sat in her room with glaring eyes full of tears.
Thankfully, none of the roommates of her were back, even after the high tea was over some hours back.
Most probably, Harish took then for a ride.
It however thankfully helped Sumi. She needed a breathing space.
A time to weep.
How could Dinesh sir be so mean and nasty with her in public?
Though she couldn’t trace the insulting nasty voice outside the loo, but Sumi was quite sure it was also a trick by either Dinesh sir himself or by his order.
What Sumi couldn’t digest was the amount of disrespect and uselessness Dinesh sir showed while popping out her udders in presence of an unknown third person.
Stealing at glance at that man, Sumi could see only cheap amusement and casual fun in the man’s face. A face people do when they watch a joker’s act.
An act of tomfoolery by her to amuse him.
Sumi bites her lips hard.
“What was her fault? Just that she wanted to work hard and properly? Just that Sumi wanted to show her mother that one can earn without selling herself!”
The little girl bangs her head in despair.
Right then the phone rang.
The weeping little girl looked at the phone in a lightning speed.
It was a déjà vu.
She knew that phone would come. And she knew very well who called.
“Hello…” The little girl replies in a calm voie.
“Sumi…?” was the question back from the other side.
Sumi was startled a bit. It was not Dinesh’s voice.
“Sumi, Harish here…would you come up to my room please? …”
Sumi stayed silent for a second.
Al was going same, but Harish was playing Dinesh sir’s role.
But who’s role is Dinesh sir playing ? The little girl asked herself.
“Sumi, are you there?” Harish asked.
“Yes …yes sir…I’m here…and…and…yes sir” Sumi replied.
“My room number is 1203…”and Harish keeps the phone down.
Sumi holds the phone even when it started beeping.
Silently, she places the mouthpiece over the cradle and slowly walks out of the room, mesmerized.
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