Lalitha was obsessed with the laughter around her. The call she had just witnessed was like a ghost of the past, a ghost she thought was gone for good. She came from a colleague from her first place of work. Five years ago, almost in another life, Lalitha borrowed Rs 20000. She promised to pay him back in a month, but she couldn’t. The colleague had been good enough not to push her to immediately repay the money and the debt had remained. A few months later, the girl’s marriage came to a man working in the UK. The girl resigned from her work and was caught in the middle of the crazy rush that usually accompanies an Indian marriage. In the middle of that, she called Lalitha and gave her account number. She was casual and told her to deposit the money in the account when she had it. A week later, the lady left India with her husband. Lalitha had, at that time, really intended to repay the lady. But she didn’t stop taking it until she forgot. From time to time, it would appear in its memory and disappear for a long time.
But today the feared call had come. The lady was in India on vacation and angry. She seemed more angry than Lalitha had lost contact with her and all, but she accused her of trying to deprive her of her money. She then described the difficulties she had encountered in finding her and gave her up until the next day to repay her with the accrued interest over the past five years. She threatened to file a police complaint if the money was not on her account before the next night.
Lalitha felt the cold sweat coming out on the back of her neck as she wondered what she would do. Her husband had no idea of the debt and if he came to know it, it would mean another struggle against his habit of borrowing money from people.
She made her way to the bar and ordered a cup of hot coffee while her mind exceeded the possibilities. Before she finished the coffee she invented, she approached Vinod, her husband’s best friend. In addition to once when they had their back on the wall, Vinod had helped them. Even at that time, they owe him a good sum of money. She was sure he would have the money, help him and keep him from her husband. She picked up her cell phone and called Vinod’s number.
“I need to meet you,” she said after the customary jokes.
“Of course, I will come in the evening,” he proposed.
No. We have to meet without Girish knowing. I’ll explain to you when I see you."
There was a break before Vinod went on.
“Lalitha, everything is all right?” he asked, his voice full of concern.
“No, no. But I can’t talk now. But I have to meet you.”
“Okay. Calm down. Tell me where you are, I’ll pick you up.”
She told her the name of the station where her company had brought them to celebrate the release of a new product. He promised to be on time. After she cut the call, she felt her muscles relax. Vinod would help him and that problem would pass.
She was looking forward to coming. His eyes were constantly on the entrance to the hall. At five minutes of the hour, she saw her big familiar figure described in the door. Her black eyes scant the crowd for her.
She got up and shook him. His face was illuminated by a brilliant smile that made his clouds disappear.
“Hello,” she said, approaching her. “Thank you for taking the problem.”
“No sweat. But what is it?
“I’ll tell you in the car. Give me a minute to apologize. "
Soon they were zooming on the highway in the direction of the city.
“Okay, I’m dying of suspense here,” he said after they settled.
“I need your help. But Girish should never know. Never!
“But Lalitha…”
“Please. I don’t have anyone else. You are my only hope of this.”
“But what?”
“I need money today.”
The break was longer than she wanted and for a moment she thought he was going to say he didn’t.
“Why don’t Girish know?”
“It’s an old debt, before my marriage…” She continued to tell her the whole story.
“Why can’t you tell him? It’s not like you took the money after the wedding. It was before he made the rule that you should not borrow money from people.”
“It’s more complicated than that. Since you’re not married, you wouldn’t understand,” she said.
He drove in silence for a while. Lalitha felt that the old fear began to come back to her. If Vinod refused that she was in the cold.
She looked at their car park using Vinod’s car in the building. Her husband wasn’t here.
They went into the elevator in silence. Vinod went directly to his door which was next to his own and opening the door he walked in his apartment, leaving the door open behind him. She read it as an indication that she had to follow it.
“Coffee?” he asked.
“I’ll do it,” she proposed. He loved his coffee and accepted his offer.
When she made the coffee, she heard it in the room. She wondered where she would turn. He didn’t seem to help him. When she pulled the coffee, he got out of his room.
“How will you pay me back?” he asked him after he had taken his first sip.
Lalitha felt her hopes come back again.
“I’ll find a distance, I promise.”
He shook his head slowly.
“Lalitha, you know as well as I do, you can pay me back without Girish knowing that.”
His voice was kind and gentle.
“No Vinod! I promise I’ll pay you back.”
“What if I give you another option?”
“What option?”
“I’ll lend you the money, but you can repay me in something other than the money.”
“What do you mean?”
He took a long sip of his cup and a few deep trails on his cigarette.
“You”
She was waiting for her to continue. It took her a while to realize that the sentence was complete.
“What do you mean?” she asked, knowing very well what the answer would be.
“You Lalitha. I’ll give you twenty thousand dollars in exchange for you.”
Tell me you don’t mean what I think.
“You think so. I want your body to be my toy.”
“Are you crazy? If Girish gets to know more…
“He won’t. At least I won’t tell him. And I don’t think you want to tell her either. It would bring your debt out of the closet.”
“No, not that.”
“Lalitha, you’re a beautiful woman,” he said when he got up his couch and sat next to her. His palm reached his face and painted a hair lock that fell on his face.
She wanted to get away from him, but fear kept her in place - fear that if she didn’t take it properly, she was in deep trouble the next day.
“What would that involve?”
“All,” he occasionally replied. “Your body will be mine for sexual gratification.”
“It’s too risky,” she said.
Leave me alone. I assure you I will not hurt us. Girish will never know we’re making love. All you have to do is decide whether you take the offer or not.”
Her mind flew away while she assessed her situation. Almost as soon as she started, she knew it was hopeless.
“When can I get the money?”
“The moment we do the picture,” he said.
“What picture?” she asked her as a surprise.
“Nude photos of you,” he told her. “Those I will keep with my lawyer with instructions that if something happens to me, Girish will be shown these photos. »
“Do you not trust me?” she asked, although the thought of staying away from him after she had had the money came to him.
“No,” he simply replied.
“I can’t accept this arrangement,” she said.
“Fine,” he says. “You raised him, I told you my terms. If you don’t like them, you’re welcome to get me down.”
She arose and without a word left her apartment and approached her. Once inside the door, she felt her knees giving way and fell on the ground. She shuddered both fear and anger. She felt like she was dragged into dirt, she felt unclean. She felt the need for a hot bath and picking up she went to her room. She took her clothes off until she stood in her underwear. While she turned to the bathroom, she took her reflection in the mirror. She stopped and studied. At 5” it was not large, but its body was well maintained and proportioned to its height. Her hair came down on the waves on her shoulder. Her 34D breasts were firm in her bra. She reached behind her and detached the clasp and let her fall on the ground. Her breasts kept their shape even without the support of the bra. Her body shrinks to her size before she swindles sexually on her hips. She hung her thumbs on her belt and pulled them off. The pubic hair patch was all we could see, under it was one of the most easily excitable. His hips narrowed along his thighs and ended at his feet.
She had to agree that every man wanted her. She wondered what it would be with Vinod.
Would he be as tender as her husband? Would it last longer than the fifteen minutes that were the maximum Girish had ever beaten him? Was he bigger than Girish?
She took herself and fucked herself for even thinking about the hole.
On the table was his phone call. She sat on the stool and picked it up. She slipped every page and wondered who she could call for help. When she reached the last sheet, she knew she was beaten.
Hesitantly she picked up her cell phone and composed Vinod.
“Please help me,” she cried on the phone, her tears were circulating freely now.
“You know what you have to do,” he said quietly.
“I’m naked now,” she whispered on the phone. “Go take your photos.”
“I’m coming right now,” he said and the line was cut off.
In a few moments, his door bell rang. She picked up a towel to cover herself and decided against her. She walked naked at the door, after looking through the hole to make sure that it was actually him and that he was alone she opened the door. He entered quickly and closed the door behind him. She came back and left her a good view of her nakedness. She gets uncomfortable while her eyes break her body. Her mind returned in many cases when she had caught her to see her, but she had fired them, never really imagined what he really thought.
He told him. His voice was both firm and leaving.
“Why?”
“Do it,” he says with a touch of impatience.
She fell on her knees.
“Now hold your hands in front of you as you offer to me,” he asked.
She stood up to look at him and kept her arms tight.
Smile. I want you to seduce me in that smile.”
“I don’t…
Okay.
She looked at the ground and thought she wanted to give her body. She imagined her need and desire and looked at the camera and smiled full, rich and warm smile. He shot the frame after his supplication.
“Okay, you can get up,” he said.
She quickly got to her feet, embarrassed and angry at what he was doing.
“I’ll put some clothes,” she said, thinking he was done.
“Let’s wait until we’re done,” he said.
“What more do you want?” she asked.
“Many more, but still a few. Remember that Girish basketball t-shirt? Put this and a short. Not under the clothes. Put light too.”
“It’s too much.”
“Do you think? So you’re here for a surprise. Don’t waste time, continue.”
She went away from him and as she felt her eyes burned her skin. She opened Girish’s wardrobe and pulled her t-shirt, then a pair of short short shorts of hers. She put them and sat in front of the mirror. She ran the brush through her hair leaving him as he loved her. She remembered that he always commented well when she painted her hair like that.
Thought made him stop. She was surprised to see how slipped she wanted to please him. Then she thought about the money and decided to play. She made sure that her hair was exactly the way he loved her. She brushed a little powder on her face and touched her lipstick. When she loved what she saw, she got up and went out.
“You look great,” he says with a real appreciation.
“Go into the door of your room. Hanging on the side of the door, arm above you, a bent leg,” he directed it.
She did what he asked and realized that her left chest would be exposed. She started covering him.
“No,” he taught it.
He clicked on some pictures of her. Then said, “Come on the couch.”
She went to the living room and sat on the couch that he also pointed.
“Get off your legs, remove your shorts and play with you.”
Are you crazy?
" Certainly I am,” he said with a smile.
She knew it was futile and spread her legs for him. She pulled her shorts off her pussy and spread her lips all the time he continued to click. She found her clit and started playing with it. It was strangely sexy to do it while he looked at her and she found herself turning around through the whole thing. Soon she didn’t act and really enjoyed herself. She didn’t realize that her camera was in video mode and he kept her masturbating. She came hard and found herself tired and wants to be fucked. She got caught hoping he’d fuck her.
“Come here and kneel in front of me,” he taught him.
Walking towards him, he fell with his zipper and produced his hard penis.
She didn’t need to be informed of what she had to do. She held her penis at the base and directed it in her mouth. She started sucking him by clicking. With her free hand, she cut her balls and cut them gently. She thought he was close to ejaculation and wanted to get it with.
“I’m shaking,” he said.
“Hmmm,” she recognized.
“Take me in your mouth and I want to see the sperm on your tongue. Understand?
She tried to get away, but he grabbed his hair and kept it in place.
“Don’t stop now or all bets are off,” he said with tight teeth.
She wanted to protest but decided it wasn’t the best time. She felt it tightening and holding her tongue when she pumped her well. She plucked sperm on her face, then the second charge fell on her tongue. She pumped him until he had nothing to give. She heard her stop her, grab her from her bitch.
“Now swallow it,” he said.
She hit her head.
“DO IT or you are history, I promise.”
She closed her eyes and let the sperm slip into her throat. She started winning and he caught everything.
“Now hold your mouth open and smile as a satisfied cat.”
She did what she was told.
“Good girl,” he says. “Give me 10 minutes while I’m going to send these photos to my lawyer, and transfer the money to your account. When I’m back, I want you in your bridal sara on your marital bed. Claire?”
“My bride’s sake”?
“Yes in your bridal sara. I’ve always dreamed of Girish’s wife. Without that label, you’re useless for me.”
She was shocked and defeated. She wanted to cry but didn’t want him to have that pleasure.
“Don’t transfer it to my account. He’ll know. I’ll give you the details of my friend.”
She opened her bag and sent her the paper slip.
He took it and left.
That’s where she fell down and cried. While she was crying her fingers went to her pussy and she began to finger herself, “Vinod. Vinod. Vinod, she kept moaning like she had another orgasm.