Thriller Farmhouse

[Boobsucker1994]

She had insisted that we carry a change of clothes in case we got late and couldn't make it back the same night. The party place did seem to be in the middle of nowhere and I wondered where we would go looking for hotels to stay the night if we did get late.

After greeting the hosts we went our separate ways to mingle. After some time, I noticed a man standing aloof. He was a big man, dark balding with cold beady eyes. He had a pot-belly but the rest of him seemed to be all muscle. What little he had of his hair was grey; he may have been around 60 or 65 years old but still surprisingly agile and strong for his age. When I passed from near him, I caught a strong whiff of 'gutkha', a flavoured chewing tobacco popular with some people in India. Apart from the hosts, everyone was giving him a wide berth, and even they seemed to overdo their show of respect out of sheer nervousness. The man radiated danger and just plain bad vibes.

A waiter noticed me staring at the man and asked me if I knew him. I replied that I didn't.

So he told me, "He is Chandra, the local mafia don and the real power behind all the politicians in the area. He has the whole security officer department, labor and transport unions and traders guilds in his pocket. No one dares go against him. A dangerous man to cross."

So, that was Chandra, I had heard about him before.

He was just moving around the party looking bored. I steered clear of him and continued making new friends.

The next time I saw Chandra was about an hour later, he was staring intently at something. His cold eyes, which had seemed so dead, were now alive with excitement. I turned to see what he was looking at and my heart lurched. He was staring lustfully at my mother. She was smiling and talking to the host. Then when she turned to walk away, Chandra got up, his eyes glued to her swaying round ass. He walked up to the host and said something gesturing towards my mom. The host, momentarily flustered, said something to him and Chandra nodded and walked away. The host looked at my mother who by now was talking to someone else, unaware of what was happening. He took a step towards her, looking concerned and then appeared to change his mind, shrugging his shoulders as if to say, "None of my business." and walked away.

I decided to tail Chandra and went looking for him. I finally found him, talking to a man who had been introduced as the transport union chief. By the time I got close enough to listen to what they were saying, the conversation was ending and I only heard the union man say to Chandra, "...no cabs or buses will go to Chinalpur tonight. Just as you say."

Wtf?! What is this bastard up to? Just like that, he had stopped all transport to my hometown for the night! Maybe, if I had just gone to my mother and insisted that we leave immediately, things would have turned out differently. But I didn't and we remained at the party until the evening, when it started to wind down. Throughout this time, Chandra kept staring at my mother from a distance.

As we were leaving, the sky suddenly became overcast and all evening breezes stopped. It was going to rain soon. We tried getting a cab but all cabbies refused to go to Chinalpur. We walked to a bus-stop and waited but of course no buses were plying to Chinalpur that evening. Maybe I should have taken that overheard conversation seriously. We were positive that we would get a cab, so we hadn't bothered to ask any of the other guests for a lift.