Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Dolly stands making a face in front of the darwan of the guest house.
Literally, the sky had fallen over her head.
The darwan just informed her with glee that he had consumed up the rest of the content and is now left with nothing.
A stuff Dolly needed badly.
Something without which her whole plan would go amiss and that she couldn’t allow.
Dolly bit her pouty lips in distress.
“I need it…Mujhe chahiye…” Dolly whispers.
The darwan drooled in red eyes, “khatam ho gayee madam!”
It was an answer to get Dolly more enraged and vulnerable. She wanted to burn down the drooling watchman by her eyes, but sluts never had that power, even at Satyayuga.
Dolly almost broke down, she knew how badly she needed it and that her plan will go topsy-turvy over it.
The old woman was almost broken down in helpless begging, ”please Jagtap, mere ko chahiye, please…jaise bhi ho…. La do..please”
The darwan looked up at her and says in a thoughtful voice, “do hazar lagega madam…”
Dolly gulps.
“Errr…main kahase lau utna paisa… please…tum la do ! Main… main tumhe bad main..de dungi…” Dolly manages.
The darwan waves his hand away, “mere pas paisa kaha madam ! …”
“Mere pass, ….” Dolly gulps, “600 hain, chalega ? baki ki main…” and smiles indicatively.
The darwan was blunt or rather cleverly surpassed the indication and replied, “phir main 600 ka hi lata hu…”
Dolly looks around. The bungalow was much far from here and it was relatively dark around.
Just like a tigress she takes a step forward, being much closer to the darwan and grabs his hand up in a special way that the darwan gets a shocking jerk.
One may wonder what can be special in holding hand in despair of a helpless, needy woman, but Dolly, being a trained whore didn’t just grabbed the darwan’s hands up.
Her hands brushed over the darwan’s crouch and ran up his body as she held the hands up, which she held now, much closer to her bosom, only a few inches away and whispers, ”please aisa mat karo…la do…kal main sab oaise lauta dungi…” and slowly brings the hand closer to her chest.
The darwan’s eyes were bursting out.
He knew well this lady is the woman for boss and bosses. He had been seeing her for couple of years but never had been thought of this situation ever.
His throat dried and he could hear drums in his ears, “ main..main 1500 ka la deta du…”
Dolly holds the hands over her bosom for a second and moves them away.
The darwan’s hands drop down.
“Jaldi la do..please…aur andar aake mere haath main dena” Dolly smiles her mohini smiles and while going back, takes a Parthian shot, “ aur suno…raat ko so jana nahi…” and winks.
Leaving the stunned darwan drooling there Dolly takes fast steps back to the bungalow.
Now is the time for a daring act.
But before that, she requires the kitchen empty and abandoned.
Dolly takes fast steps to the kitchen biting her lips. Her heart was throbbing with tension and excitement.
She has thought of an act but as the time closes she kind of starts realizing the loopholes and impossibility of the same.
Pulling a big breathe and filling her shaggy chest up, she gets into the kitchen and with an imposed sense of ownership, asks the cook in a deep voice, “So, what are you laying for the dinner?”
The cook was silently peeling the carrots in a cauldron and glances at Dolly.
Dolly got furious in her mind but she knew she can’t lose her head now.
Coughing a little the old lady draws attention of the cook, “I asked something Joseph…”
Joseph looked up at Dolly nonchalantly.
He had been with Prasad for years and don’t care much about Dolly and says in a dry voice, “I already told that to you half an hour ago,…”
Dolly was taken aback, she did asked the question while she came to order coffee for Vic.
“Errr…I … I will cook something also… I, I need a few things …” and Dolly blurts out a few items she knew was not there in the cupboard and fridge.
“Thyme, shiitake mushroom, cubeb and long pepper? I got them all in the afternoon…they were empty…” the cook says calmly.
Dolly felt the earth is moving under her feet. How did this bastard got all she said and suddenly like holding a straw by a drowning person, she almost yells, “and star anis ? Did you get that?”
The cook nods his head, “no, that’s what I left, my mistake…”
“But I need it..it’s required !” Dolly almost cries. “Please, please go and get it…”
The cook looks at Dolly coldly and silently leaves the kitchen, pulling off the apron aside.
Dolly stands in the kitchen garden, watching the cook walk out.
With each step the cook took away from the bungalow, her heartbeat was rising.
Dolly knew this is the time. This IS the time.
She takes a long breathe and walks out of the kitchen tiptoed and walks towards the lounge where Vic sat.
Sumi was feeling weary in all senses. The little girl demanded a couple of things right now.
Firstly, she requires to be relived from the tie up situation in a strange pose, she had been for hours now.
Following, she requires to quench her thirst, she requires to attend nature’s call, she needs to eat something.
And, she requires some rest.
The little girl’s mind had been pounded and she requires some time to herself.
Never had she been in such a situation.
There were lots of questions in her head but what was boggling up in her mind was she was tired, hungry and thirsty.
Right then Sumi hears the door opening of the suite and without any doubt it was Dinesh sir’s voice, talking to the steward.
In a moment Dinesh was in the room, and was walking off without seeing the girl at all.
Suddenly Dinesh turns around, looking at the young girl with surprise.
Sumi, didn’t knew why, suddenly blushed with her head down.
She could have been shy, being in this awful position and semi dressed way, but suddenly seeing Dinesh all she could do is to blush.
Dinesh looked at the girl for a second and yelled hard, “why isn’t this joker relived and thrown out before I return!”
Sumi looks up sharply, as if she had been hurt by a sharp whip.
Her face still remained red, but now in shame and helpless anger as the page opened her nimbly from her ties.
Sumi, untied was rather unsure of her next step and allthe little girl could do was to smile faintly at her present owner. It was not a cordial smile. It was a smile of helplessness and discomfort.
Dinesh speaks up in a dry irritated voice, “and what the hell are you waiting for ? adjust your clothes and get your lousy ass out from here !”
The blow was so blunt that the little girl instantly pulls her skirt up, almost to her belly, instead of her waist and start adjusting her top.
The helpless little girl finishes off her adjustment and looks up to Dinesh and just as she parts her lips, Dinesh puts his hand up, “enough for the day Sumi. I need some rest ! I will see you tomorrow again,… but for God’s sake, just leave now!...”.
The sudden thrust was so grave and cold it made the little girl tremble in fear as she rushes out of the suite and walks to her room petrified.
She had been facing a situation she had faced never before.
Dinesh sir literally thrown her out of the room apparently without a reason, Sumi thinks as she walks to the corridor. And, the look of Dona madam’s eyes!
Those fierce jealous eyes.
Sumi shivered as she remembers the dreadful eyes and almost half lost swipes her room card and gets inside the suite.
For a second, it seemed she had been in the wrong room.
The lights were on, the television was playing.
With utmost curios and flabbergasted Sumi takes a step or two in the living area.
In the horror of her life Sumi sees Rajiv sitting on the inclined sofa, watching news and having whiskey.
Sumi felt like running away but suddenly finds her feet nailed to the floor and her head reeling.
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