Adultery Indian Wife in the Prison of Spring by aurelius1982-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He gently pushed her off. But didn't go to the bathroom to clean up like always. He pulled his naked wife into an embrace.

"Where did you learn that?"

"Just...read it online." she blushed.

"What else did you learn?"

Mansi smiled, and turning her husband over on his stomach, started licking his back.

-

Dutt had advised Reena to wait a week or two. She waited ten days. And called Mansi. This time the young housewife answered.

"Look who found their phone." Reena sarcastically said.

"Sorry aunty, I didn't feel like talking." Mansi said in a flat voice.

"So what changed? Let me guess. More expenses at home, more demands from the daughter, more meals at fancy restaurants."

Mansi didn't say anything. Reena aunty was partly right. It wasn't like she really needed the money. But she wanted the money. She had called up Dutt a couple of times, but he had politely brushed her off saying he was busy and traveling.

"Have you calmed down by now? Ready to meet and talk?"

"About what? About how you make money by pros.."

"Hey! Hey!" Reena interrupted. "Not on the phone. Come and meet me at the hotel in an hour."

"Fine."

An hour later Mansi was sitting in the lobby of the hotel where it had all started. The receptionist had told her that Reena ma'am was in a meeting, and she would call for her when she got out. Mansi picked up a newspaper and browsed it absent-mindedly.

"Is that you, Miss Meerut?" she heard a man's voice say.

She looked up. It was a young man in a suit. He looked slightly familiar.

"Don't you remember? A few months ago, we were talking in this very hotel." he said, sitting on a couch across from her.

"Oh...were we?" Mansi started remembering a little.

"Absolutely. Who will forget a face like yours?"

That's when a second young man walked up to them staring at his phone. She vaguely remembered him too. he saw her and smiled. Then he turned to his friend.

"So dude, the lunch meeting got postponed."

"Hmm. Remember Miss Meerut?" he pointed towards Mansi.

"Who will forget a face like hers?" the other guy chuckled and sat down next to his friend.

There was an awkward silence as Mansi started remembering the awkward conversation they previously had. It was right after a white woman had complimented her sari. She remembered getting a creepy vibe from the guys then. And she was feeling the same way as they checked her out in a barely hidden manner.

"So...here to meet a "friend" again?" he put air quotes around the word friend.

"Yes." she said and hid her face behind the newspaper hoping they would take a hint.

"We can be your friends too, you know." he said and giggled.

"Please leave me alone." she said.

"Come on, sweetheart. We are just asking."

"And what exactly are you asking?" Mansi lowered the newspaper and scowled at him.

"Just asking...if we wanted to be your friends...we would be really good friends. Really good. We are investment bankers. We live in London. We make good money."

"He is asking how much you charge." the other friend getting impatient said in a casual way that only investment bankers can say stupid stuff in.

What the hell...Mansi thought. Had she now started giving off a whore vibe? Getting randomly propositioned like this? But then she remembered that he had made a similar suggestion even all those months ago. She had not realized it back then, but now she did.

She just threw them a dirty look and got up.

"Name your price, darling. You are worth the annual bonus and more." he said as she walked away.

That's when the receptionist beckoned her over and told her Reena was ready for her in her office. As she walked towards the office, she saw that the two arrogant guys were still laughing and looking at her. But then she thought about what she wanted to say to Reena and forgot about them.

"Before you say anything." Reena herself had prepared a small speech. "I am sorry I kept you in the dark. I am sorry if you feel violated or manipulated or used. But like I said before, you had a good time on the way. And you made good money too. If I had told you what I was...recruiting you for, you would have stormed out. So I decided to let things play out slowly. And they played out well. So if you want to throw a fit and yell at me, go ahead. But remember that in this arrangement, everyone has benefited. And your daughter's college fun looks a lot healthier."

"I still feel betrayed." Mansi frowned.

"And I am sorry for that." Reena nodded. "But you are here, so obviously, you are not retiring from the game."

Mansi didn't say anything for a few moments. Then she spoke.

"When is Duttsahab coming back? I called him a few times but..."

"He brushed you off? Yes. I know. Forget Duttsahab. He has moved on to another woman."

"So to him I really was just a..."

"A whore? Yes. If you want to keep using that demeaning word. I prefer escort or companion. Remember Mansi, it's not like you are turning tricks on the bylanes of Kamathipura. You provided company to a rich gentleman. You had mutually enjoyable sex with him. You made a good amount of money."

The young woman nodded.

"And you will continue doing that if you cooperate with me. Duttsahab is gone. There are hundreds of other Duttsahabs."

"But will he..."

"Will he want you again? He might. Who knows. But until then, we have to think of the future. And fattening up that bank account even more. And living the good life."

"Hmmm."

"So...here we go."

Reena turned her laptop and showed Mansi the screen. There was the picture of an old gentleman with a mustache and glasses shaking hands with Bill Clinton.

"You mean..."

"Hahaha no, not Bill Clinton. Although the next time he is in town, I could show him your picture. I am talking about the other guy. Mr. Reddy who is a bigshot in the media."

"Oh..." she looked at the face.

"If it looks familiar, it's because you have met him with Duttsahab at some event. He remembers you very well. Was quite taken by you. So in two days, in this very hotel. He has an hour free. He will pay five thousand. My standard commission is 20%, so that leaves you with four...what?"

"Just five thousand???" Mansi felt almost insulted. That's how much Duttsahab paid her for just going to an event.

"Not everyone is as generous as Duttsahab. Besides, you have to remember that you are starting off as a rookie. I know the ridiculous amounts you got paid, but that is an exception. Once you build up a reputation and a wider client base, sure, you can charge ten twenty even fifty thousand."

"Sorry, but that sounds too low." Mansi's middle class haggling side came out. "To sleep with a stranger and then I take home only five..."

"Four."

"Excuse me?"

"You take home four thousand. My commission is 20%."

"You make one thousand for what?" Mansi said sarcastically. "Just making a phone call?"

"Mansi!!" Reena raised her voice. "Don't forget who you're talking to. I earn my commission. With me, you will get to meet the best..."

"I am sorry, but that amount is too low." Mansi shrugged. "Ask for ten thousand."

"Who the fuck do you think you are? And what do you think this is, haggling over a kilo of onion? I have been in this business for decades. Don't let Duttsahab's splurging make you think you are some hot shot. There are actresses and models who are okay starting off at that rate."

"Then I don't need you." Mansi said and got up.

"Mansi...MANSI!!" she shouted but the young woman started walking out.

Reena was about to follow her when her phone started ringing. It was an important client so she had no choice but to answer it.

Five thousand...what nonsense. Mansi was sure that the actual payment was a lot more. And Reena was just taking a heftier cut. What did she do anyway? Just sat on her fat as and made contact with businessmen. Mansi could do that herself. Hell, even a waiter could do it. She remembered how that waiter had offered to set her up. Surely he wouldn't charge 20%. In fact she herself had just been propositioned. Without any agent or middlemen. After all, she was someone who had just been paid 20,000 rupees each. How dare Reena try to undersell her?

Mansi thought about this angrily as she walked out of the lobby. She looked around for a cab and was about to hail it when,

"Hello again!"

About twenty feet away, were the two arrogant young men from before. They were standing there smoking cigarettes. She looked at them. They were lean well dressed guys. Not handsome but not bad looking either. Besides, they were young. She took a few steps towards them.

"Hello." she said.

"Already done with your...friend?" the other guy snickered.

"Yes."

"That was fast! Trust me, we will last longer." and he started laughing hard. His buddy gave him a high five.

Mansi waved the cigarette smoke away from her face. And then thought about it. They had said they were rich bankers of some sort from London.

"Offer still stands, by the way."

"What offer?" Mansi looked into his eyes and asked.

"To be your friend."

"For how much?" Mansi couldn't believe she just said that. Instantly she blushed.

The two guys stopped laughing and their faces got serious. So far they had been just having fun.

"Are you...are you serious?" he asked.

"Were you serious?" she asked him back.

The two guys nervously looked around to make sure no one else was listening.

"What is your standard rate?" he asked almost in a whisper.

Mansi remembered how bargaining was done at the places she usually shopped at.

"Fifty thousand rupees." she confidently said.

"Right now?"

"Yes."

"For one or for both of us?" the other guy asked.

"Each."

"Both of us together?"

"That will be extra." Mansi realized she had a knack for this. "One lakh twenty five thousand."

"Shit!" the first guy stamped out his cigarette. "One moment."