Fantasy [Celeb] Anushka's training to Raashi Khanna

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This is a very small story that came straight out of fantasy. I have been thinking about this since long, since the days Raashi Khanna made her debut. Just now, got the time to bring this as a story. Hope you all enjoy!!

What if Raashi takes a carrer guidance from Anushka Shetty!

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The private lounge is dim and warm — low sofas, one corner table, two glasses sweating on it, a lamp doing more mood than light. The manager was already seated. So was Raashi.
She was exactly what he warned Anushka about: cute, shy, too soft for this business. Early twenties, small frame, a simple kurti that stops at the knee, hair pinned neat, hands folded in her lap like she's at a temple. She kept tugging the hem down, kept glancing at the door, kept asking him in a whisper whether she was dressed right, whether she should stand when Anushka came, whether Anushka would like her. Sweet. Green. Waiting to be broken in.
The door didn't open. It got shoved.
Anushka walked in like the room owed her money — heels loud on the floor, sunglasses pushed up into a mess of hair, a slip dress the color of blood that clings to every curve and hangs off one shoulder, no bra underneath, her tits shifting loose with each step, nipples printing through the thin fabric like they didn't care who noticed. She was chewing gum. She was late and didn't apologize. She dropped onto the sofa across from him, spreads her legs wide like a man, and looked Raashi up and down — slow, unhurried, all the way from the pinned hair to the sandals.
"So," she said, cracking the gum, her voice low and rough, no warmth in it at all. "Idena aa pori? Is this the new one?"
Raashi sat up straighter, hands tightening in her lap, cheeks already going pink. "Namaskaram, ma'am," she said, small and proper.
Anushka snorted. "Ma'am." She looked at the manager, thumb hooked toward Raashi. "Ee ma'am-maamma tho cinema raadu, anna. Look at her. Cute. Clean. Boring." She leaned forward, elbows on knees, eyes back on Raashi, and her mouth curled. "You know what this business runs on, pori? Not talent. Not hard work. It runs on skin. And skin has to learn to be shameless."

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She sat back, pulled the slip strap off her shoulder with one finger, and let it hang.
"Tell me honestly," she said. "Eppudu last denginchukunnadi? How long since someone fucked you properly?"
Raashi's mouth opened. Nothing came out.
Raashi stared at Anushka and then the manager. And then lowered her gaze..
The manager intervened... "Hey Anu... Don't intimidate Raashi. She is still new. She knows how the industry works theoretically. But, practically. no experience. That big producer saw her cuteness and offered a chance. After all the signing of paper work, he asks Raashi to go to the hero's farm house where he will conduct a chemistry test between the hero and her. Obviously, the producer will join them too. Raashi ma'am wants the role and is shy about the threesome with the old producer and asked me what to do. So, I brought her to you for advice."
Anushka stopped chewing. For a second, she just looked at him, then at Raashi, then back at him — and then she laughed, loud and ugly, head thrown back, one strap still hanging off her shoulder.
"Chemistry test," she repeated, wiping under her eye. "Chemistry test. Anna, ee maata vinagane naaku navvu vachindi. Farmhouse. Hero. Producer. 'Chemistry test.'" She looked at Raashi, and there was no cruelty in it now, just brutal clarity. "Pori, nobody is testing your chemistry. They are testing your nerve. The producer signs the paper. The hero keeps you on set for forty days. And you're asking me what to do like it's a question."
She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, gum cracking between her teeth.
"So I'll answer. Go. Don't make them beg. Don't play hard to get. Cute-and-shy is for the first ten minutes, then it's dead weight. That big producer has seen a thousand cute girls. You know what he hasn't seen? A cute girl who walks in and turns filthy without being asked twice."

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She pointed a finger at Raashi, sharp.
"Listen. Three rules. One — you don't go there as a girl asking for a role. You go there as a woman giving them a night they'll talk about in the vanity van for a month. Two — the hero gets your mouth and your attention first, because he's the one you'll be standing next to in every shot. The producer gets the rest. You make the hero feel like the star and the producer feel like the owner. That's the whole game. Three—" she paused, drags her eyes down Raashi's body, unhurried, "—you arrive groomed like a temple and empty underneath. No panties. Bra, fine. Panties, no. Because the second that door closes, they will want to see what they bought, and you don't want to be fumbling with hooks while three men wait."
Raashi was nodding too fast, mouth parted, absorbing it like scripture.
Anushka stood up. The slip dress rode up her thighs. She lifts her dress and inserts her fingers into panty touching her cunt in front of the stunned Raashi. The manager is smiling lustily knowing what is happening. Anushka walked around the table, plants herself in front of Raashi, and grabs her chin — two fingers, tilting her face up.
"But theory is cheap, pori. Every cute girl has theory." She let go, stepped back, and folded her arms under her tits. "Stand up. Show me what you're carrying. And lose the kurti — I want to see if what's under there is worth putting in front of a hero."
She glanced at the manager, one eyebrow up.
"Anna, you sit and watch. This is between me and the student."
Raashi looked at her manager filled with extreme shyness. After all, on paper, he reported to her. She opened her mouth for the first time, "Is he needed in the room"
Anushka burst into laughter. "He is the star of today's game. Where can we find a dick, right now? And with him, you can't keep secrets anyway, then why the body?
Anushka didn't let the laugh die before she was already moving, already talking, already running the room.

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"First lesson, slut!! You ask a question and then you drop your eyes like you insulted someone. Wrong. In this room you ask, you get an answer, and you keep those eyes up." She pointed at the floor between them. "Stand. Here."
Raashi stood — a little unsteady, hands still folded. She looked at the manager, then at Anushka, then back at him, and her throat moved like she was swallowing something.
"Kurti," Anushka said. "Peel it. Slow is for the camera. Here, fast."
Raashi fumbled with the hem, got a grip, and pulled it up over her head in one clumsy motion — hair coming loose from its pins, cheeks burning red, arms snapping up to cross over her chest the second the fabric cleared.
Underneath: a plain white bra. Practical. Boring. Cute. Small tits, soft belly, smooth skin, the body of a girl who had never once been looked at.
"Ayyo." Anushka knocked her arms down. "What are you hiding? Nobody in this room hasn't seen a bra. Relax." She circled her — slow, deliberate, boots clicking, eyes dragging over her from behind. "Good skin. Nice waist. Tits are small — doesn't matter. Heroes don't count inches, they count eagerness. Small tits on a hungry face beat big tits on a shy face every single time. Write that down."
She stopped, hooked a thumb toward him.
"And him. You asked if he's needed." She patted her own crotch, crude, unbothered. "Two reasons. One — tonight is about a dick, and he's the only one in the building. Two — he's your manager. He already knows your dates, your diet, your damn cycles. You think he doesn't know your body? Pori, he's been keeping you fed and rested for six months for exactly this night. So there's no point hiding it from him. He's not your boss in this room. He's the prop."
She turned to him, chin up, all command.
"Anna. Up. Pants down to the knees. You're the study material tonight."
Then her eyes snapped back to Raashi, hard.
"Student — you don't touch yet. First you look. Really look. Tell me what you see, and don't you dare drop those eyes."
It took seconds. That's the thing nobody told the new girls — ten years in the business and clothes stop being clothes. They become a costume, and a costume comes off the moment the scene starts. Anushka's slip was already on the floor before Raashi had her first strap unhooked.
She stood there naked like she was born standing like that — full low tits, dark nipples, soft belly, hips, a thin gold chain round her neck and absolutely nothing else, hair a mess, feet apart. No arms crossed. No sucking in. Just there.
The manager was the same. Belt, buttons, done. He didn't even think about it.
Raashi was still losing a fight with her bra — one strap off, one twisted at the back, the lowers not even touched — and her face was pink up to the ears.
Anushka snapped her fingers. Two sharp cracks, right in front of Raashi's nose.
"Eyes here. Stop fighting that bra, you'll lose. Watch first. Then copy."
She shoved him down onto the sofa — flat palm to his chest, no warning — and he dropped. She kneeled between his legs, elbows braced on his thighs, and took his cock into her mouth in one stroke, all the way down, nose pressed to his skin, throat working, no warm-up, no build. Just deep.
She held it there. Breathed through her nose. Then pulled off slow, letting the spit string break across her chin.
"That's the standard," she said, eyes on Raashi the whole time. "Not a kiss. Not a lick. All the way, first stroke. Cute girls do a little tip-lick and think they did something. Men remember the one who swallowed them whole in one go."
She went back down — and this time she worked it. Wet, loud, one hand cupping his balls, tits swaying, eyes flicking up to Raashi every few seconds to make sure the student was watching. Teaching while she sucked. Using his body like a training slide.
Raashi stood there — kurti gone, topless in front of her own manager, mouth hanging open, staring like she was watching a magic trick.
Anushka popped off, wiped her chin with the back of her wrist, and jerked her head at Raashi.
"Come here and kneel on the other side." She tapped his thigh. "You're going to learn this with your mouth on the same cock, so you feel the difference between doing it and doing it right."

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Anushka didn't stop working to lecture — that was part of it, maybe. She pulled off, spits the words at Raashi, dove back down, came up again. Talk, suck, talk, suck. The lesson landed between wet sounds.
"Remember." Lick. "You are not going to fall in love with the hero. Or the producer. Or any other man." She dragged her tongue flat and slow up the length. "You are there to make them feel lust for you." Down to the balls. "Love — let them get that from their wives." She sucked one in, rolled it, let it pop out. "You give them the raw thing. The thing that makes them come back. Your ass. Again. And again."
Raashi finally lowers and sits beside Anushka, naked and eager to learn, standing there in the low lamp light, small tits, soft belly, the whole untouched thing of her, and she didn't know what to do with her hands.
"Act like it's love, fine," Anushka went on, mouth full. "But it's love for their dick, to be precise. You're not in love with the man. You're in love with what his cock does the second you touch it."
She took both balls into her mouth, worked them with her tongue, held, released.
"Let it cum for you. And if it's already drained — let it piss for you. Doesn't matter. Get some fucking liquid out of it. For you. That's your pay check, pori. Not the role. The role is a side effect."
Then she buried her face and went to work — licking his balls in earnest now, long sloppy strokes, one hand pumping the shaft, her eyes sliding sideways to Raashi the whole time. No words. Just a look: get down here.
Raashi obeyed on shaky knees. She knelt on the other side of his legs, close enough that her shoulder brushed Anushka's, and stared at the exact spot where her teacher's tongue was working.
Anushka pulled off just enough to speak, lips still against his skin.
"Now you," she said. "Same place. Different side. Don't copy my speed — find your own. And don't think. The second you start thinking, you get clumsy."
Raashi's fingers were cold and shaking. She got them halfway around his shaft like she was holding something breakable, and her eyes were pinned on his knee, his shoulder, the sofa cushion — anywhere but his face.
"He's not going to bite, pori," Anushka muttered.
Then she grabbed a fistful of Raashi's loose hair and yanked her sideways into a kiss.
Raashi made a muffled, startled sound. Anushka didn't ease her in — she shoved her tongue straight down Raashi's throat, wet and deep, no build, no warning, one hand cupped hard on the back of Raashi's neck to keep her there. Saliva pooled, mixed, spilled at the corner of their mouths and ran to Raashi's chin. Raashi's eyes stayed wide for two seconds, then fluttered shut — and her hand tightened on his cock without her even noticing.
Anushka held the kiss way past the point of comfortable, then broke it with a wet smack, hair still fisted.
"Darling," she said, low. "You are too shy for this business."
Raashi blinked, dazed, lips shining, chest rising fast.
"You're worried about him. Your manager. How he'll look at you from tomorrow. Whether it gets weird. Whether he'll still respect you." Anushka tipped her chin up with a thumb. "Listen to me. He's already fucked your ass in his dreams. Every night since you signed. So the day you say ready — he'll tear you open in real, without one iota of hesitation about what you're feeling. That's not cruelty. That's just men. So, either you enjoy it, or you make him believe you enjoy it. Both work fine. Enjoying it is easier."
She released the hair and tapped Raashi's cheek twice, sharp little taps.
"You are an actress. So this is acting. Start acting off-screen and you'll be a diva on-screen. Every single girl at the top of this business started right here — a cock in her hand, no clue what to do with it. The ones who made it didn't wait to feel ready. They just did it. The feeling caught up later."
She nodded down at his lap.
"You've been holding it like a phone. Use your mouth. And when you go down, don't look up to check my face or his. Eyes closed. Feel it. That's the homework."
Raashi took it like a command from God. She leaned in, opened her mouth, and — too careful, too gentle — took just the head. Tiny, nervous sucks. Her hand still frozen around the base like it might run away.
Anushka watched for three seconds. Then she reached over and pressed the back of Raashi's head down — firm, no mercy — until Raashi's nose was flat against his skin. Raashi gagged, jerked back, coughed, eyes watering.
"Again. Deeper. You're not eating a lollipop."
Then Anushka sat back on her heels, arms folded under her tits, and kept talking while the student worked.
"Your only target now is to pleasure him. And to enjoy it as much as you can. That's it — two things." She counted on her fingers, one by one.
"If he feels like licking you, let him. Let him put his mouth on your cunt, don't tense, don't fight it, just open up and let him eat you. Second finger. If he wants to fuck you — and he will — he'll go for your ass before your cunt. Don't flinch. It burns the first time, and then it doesn't. Let him take it. Third. If he wants to slap you, let him slap. It's his pleasure. Your job is to take it and look like you were built for it. Fourth. If he cums inside your cunt, take a pill, sort it out on Monday. If he wants to piss on you, you take a bath after. But while it's happening — you smile at him. You let him watch that cute face get ruined and still smiling. That's what he'll remember. That's what he'll call you back for."
She leaned forward, close to Raashi's ear, voice dropping.
"You enjoy whatever comes your way, pori. Whatever. That's the whole trick. Everything else is just nerves."

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Raashi pulled off, gasping, chin slick, one hand still on his cock — and this time when she glanced up she looked at him for a second before dropping her eyes again. Progress.
Anushka caught it. She sat back, tilted her head at him, one eyebrow up — the silent question: well, anna? Your prop, your call. What do you want to do with her?
The slap landed on Anushka’s firm ass — flat, loud, the crack cutting the room open. Anushka's whole body jerked, a hiss through her teeth, but she didn't turn, didn't protest. She just looked back over her shoulder, eyes dark, waiting.
He fist her hair and pulled.
She came up off her heels, dragged by the scalp, half-bent, tits swinging heavy. "Turn around. Sit on my dick. Bounce."
No argument. She turned in one practiced swing, planted her knees either side of his hips, reached back, and guided his cock up between her cheeks. She pressed the head against her asshole, held it there for a beat — then sank.
It went slow, then all at once. Her rim opened around him, her back arched, her mouth fell open on a sound with no air behind it. She didn't ease in — she took him to the root in one long drop, and then she started to bounce.
And she kept teaching. Broken, punched-out words on every fall.
"Last... but not the least." Up. Down. "Never share a man with another woman." Up. "If you have to — lead. Always be on top." Down, hard, her ass cracking against his thighs. "Men want to take the dominant one first." She grinds, slow, cruel to herself. "The cowards and the shy sluts... can wait their turn."
Raashi was frozen, staring. One hand had drifted down to her own belly, then lower — not quite touching herself, too shy to commit, fingers hovering.
Anushka rode on, head tipped back, hair stuck to her neck, sweat breaking at her spine, and forced out one more line through her teeth:
"Which means tonight... that's you, pori. Shy. Waiting. Fine for a first time." She dropped hard, gasps. "But the second time — you walk in leading. Or you stay a background girl forever."
Her eyes slid to him, half-lidded, asking without words what he wanted next.
He leaned in and dragged his tongue up the side of Anushka's neck — salt, sweat, the thin gold chain, her pulse hammering under the skin. She shivered, tipped her head to give him more, still bouncing, still milking his cock with her ass.
His hand slid around her hip and down, into the wet heat between her legs. She was drenched — from the whole show, from the teaching, from being watched. He pushed two fingers in slow, feel her clamp around them, and jerked — twice, curling, dragging.
She moaned, low and ragged, her rhythm breaking.
He pulled the fingers out, slick and dripping, and pointed them at Raashi. No words. Just the signal.
Anushka followed the wet fingers, then his eyes, then landed on Raashi — and her mouth curled into something cruel and pleased.
"Pori," she said, breathless, still riding. "Come here. Closer. Right in front of my cunt."
Raashi shuffled forward on her knees, uncertain.
"Not that close — closer. Kneel. Face up." Anushka grabbed the back of Raashi's head and positioned her — face level with her cunt, nose almost brushing it, her tits heaving right above. "You know what he just told me? With his fingers, right here?" She grinned down at her. "He wants me to squirt. On your cute little face. While he's still in my ass."
Raashi's eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to say something, but Anushka pressed her head down another inch.
"So keep your mouth open, pori. And don't you dare close your eyes when it comes. That's the lesson tonight — he wants to watch your pretty face get ruined, so give him that."
Then she was back at it — bouncing hard, fast, working his cock in her ass, her cunt dripping over Raashi's upturned face, building toward it while the student knelt there and waited.
Anushka kept bouncing, breath ragged, but she wasn't done talking — not while there was still a lesson left in the room.
"And I'm sure," she panted, "that after this he's going to piss on you. Or maybe — " she grinded down hard, " — maybe he'll pull this dick straight out of my ass and make you clean it with your tongue. Taste me off it. That's the sort of thing he does."
Raashi's face was still tipped up, mouth open, eyes fixed on the place where his cock was disappearing into Anushka's body.
Anushka caught her chin between two fingers and held her steady.
"Now do you understand what that producer and that hero are planning for you at that farmhouse? This. Exactly this. Both of them, all of it, and nobody's going to ask you if you're ready." She grinned, mean and bright. "So rehearse the kinks here. Deliver them there. And set your career, bitch."
Then she stopped talking and went for it.
Her hips changed rhythm — short, grinding strokes, her whole body curling, one hand braced on his knee, the other still holding Raashi's head in place. He felt it build inside her, the grip, the tremor. She grinded once more, twice —
— and broke.
It came in a hot spurt, straight onto Raashi's face — across her lips, her chin, her nose. Raashi flinched, gasped, but kept her eyes open, mouth open, exactly as ordered, and Anushka kept going, a second pulse, a third, drenching the girl's cheeks, dripping off her jaw, pooling in the hollow of her throat.
Anushka rode it out, shaking, then sags forward, forehead to his shoulder, breath wrecked.
Raashi knelt there with her face shining, blinking, ruined — and smiling. Small, shy, but real. First real crack in her.
Anushka lifted her head just enough to look at her, then looked back at him over her shoulder, still impaled, still not moving off his cock.
"Well, anna," she rasped. "She's got your wet face and my wet face both. What now — your piss, or her tongue?"
He smiled — slow, easy, the smile of a man getting exactly what he ordered.
"Your ass," he said to Anushka, "is served on my dick. Good." He patted her hip. "Now let her rim you directly."
Anushka's eyes flicked to Raashi, then back to him, and she got it instantly. She lifted off him — a wet pop as his cock slid free — and dropped forward over the sofa arm, chest down, ass up, reaching back to hold her own cheeks open.
"Pori. Behind me. Face in. Tongue on the rim. Don't touch anything else till he says."
Raashi crawled around, knelt, and pressed her face into the space — nose to Anushka's tailbone, tongue finding the stretched, wet, gaping rim. She licked, shy at first, then deeper, lapping the muscle, tasting Anushka and tasting him where he'd been.
Anushka's back arched. "Ayyo... good. Faster."
He moved behind Raashi. She was kneeling, bent low, face buried in Anushka, her own ass up and small and tight and completely untouched, her thighs slick. He gripped her hips and lay the head of his cock against her asshole.
"I've been waiting for this," he said, low. "Since the day you signed."
Then he pushed.
Raashi screamed straight into Anushka's ass — muffled, raw — her tongue stuttering, then driving on by pure instinct. Her body clamped around him, hot and virgin-tight, and he held still and let her feel every inch of it.
Anushka fisted a hand in Raashi's hair and grinded her face harder into her cunt. "Don't stop licking. He's in your ass now, pori. Feel it and keep working."
He started to move — slow, deep, long strokes into Raashi's ass while her tongue stayed buried in Anushka. A chain. One girl's mouth in the other, his cock in the last.
"If she learns," he said over Raashi's muffled sobs, "and earns on the side — then she's got me. Any time. Any night we both feel like it."
Anushka grinned back over her shoulder, teeth showing.
"Hear that, pori? That's your contract. Sign it."
He fucked her the way he promised — slow at first, then properly. Raashi's body fought the intrusion for the first minute, then started to learn it. Her sobs turned to shaky breaths, then to something lower in her throat. By the time her ass stopped clenching in panic, she was pushing back to meet him, mouthing at Anushka's cunt without being told twice.
Anushka kept a hand in her hair the whole time, steadying her, muttering under her breath — that's it, breathe, let it in — like a midwife.
He finished when he finished. Deep, buried, pumping into her ass, holding her hips locked while she trembled through it. Then he pulled out, smack her cheek once — light — and walked off to the bath without a word.
By the time the water was running, Anushka had gathered Raashi up on the sofa. Knees pulled in, head on Anushka's chest, both of them still naked and sticky and smelling of everything. Raashi was quiet in a way that wasn't shyness. It was something else — wrecked, floating, unsure which way was up. Between pleasure and pain, and not in her body. In her head.
"Amma," Anushka murmured, rocking her a little. "Breathe. It's normal. The first time, the head doesn't know where to put it."
Raashi lifted her face off Anushka's chest. "Anushka... do you enjoy this? Honestly. Or is it all just... this."
Anushka kissed her on the cheek — soft, unhurried, the first gentle touch of the night — and smoothed her hair back.
"I'm a seasoned actor now, pori," she said. "My performance is for the audience to judge. Not for me. I stopped checking whether I liked it a long time ago." She tapped Raashi's nose. "The liking comes and goes. The doing is what pays."
He came back out with a towel round his waist. Raashi was still folded into Anushka's arms — but something in her spine had changed. Straight. Set.
"Anna," she said, and her voice was steady. No drop of the eyes. "Tomorrow. Arrange the meeting. Call the producer in the morning. Tell him I'll come to the farmhouse."
Anushka grinned into her hair and squeezed her tighter while the manager said “YES MA’AM!”.


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