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Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar
<maryjg@finebody.com>
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12
Whorrorscope
Avinash woke with a start, his heart pounding, his body streaming
with sweat. He sat up, looking around wildly. The nightmare was
vivid: He could recall every minute. He looked around in
confusion, his body cold, his stomach churning with horror. He
realised that he was in his own room, in his bed. The thick drapes
were drawn. He lurched out of bed and pulled back the curtains.
Bright sunlight streamed in. He winced and squinted, turning away.
The clock showed ten o'clock in the morning. His head pounded. He
lurched to the bathroom and bent over the sink, splashing water on
his face. For a minute, he stood by the basin, his chest heaving.
The bile rose in his mouth and he retched violently. His legs
like lead, he staggered back to the bedroom and collapsed on the
bed.
The telephone jangled. Avinash winced and groped for the receiver.
"Avinash, it's me."
"Kavita," he said in response to her hello.
She began crying and he sat up immediately.
"Hey, doll, what's the matter? Why're you crying?" he asked.
She didn't reply.
"Hey, kid. What's up? Come on, tell me!"
"Avinash --"
"What? What?"
"Look outside your door."
"Outside the door? What's outside the door?"
"Go, Avinash. Please."
"Hang on. Be right back."
He dropped the receiver and raced to the door. There was bulky
parcel on his threshold, heavily sealed. He picked it up
curiously, turning it over in his hand and went back.
"What's this?" he said into the phone.
"Open it."
He turned it over. Except for his name, scrawled in large black
letters on the face, there was no indication of its contents or
the sender's name. His head bent, holding the receiver between his
shoulder and cheek, he ripped the seal open and pulled out the
contents.
There was an unlabelled video-cassette and a dozen large colour
prints. Avinash froze. The photographs were pin-sharp, beautifully
printed on glossy paper. Kavita and a man. Kavita and two men.
Kavita and three men. Kavita and a woman. Kavita and him. Him and
another woman. All fucking. Avinash's heart skipped a beat and the
prints fell to the floor.
"What -- what's this?" he gasped into the phone. "Kavita what's
this?"
"You tell me."
"I -- I don't know -- when -- how --"
"Oh god, Avinash. What're we going to do? It's us!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said softly, his heart pounding wildly.
"This -- this cassette. What's in it? You got one, too?"
"Yes. I think -- see it, Avinash --"
"Oh fuck." He dropped the receiver and rushed to his video and,
fumbling with the tape, slotted into the machine and started the
unit.
The screen flickered and came to life and he lurched back to the
telephone, grabbing it, staring wild-eyed at the screen. It showed
Kavita moaning in lust, fondling herself as she sucked a man's
cock. He was one of the men from the photographs. Avinash watched
in horror and jabbed the fast forward button on the remote
control. The beautifully shot film showed Kavita being fucked by
all the men in the photographs, including him, and five more men,
sucking their cocks, taking them in her cunt and mouth and ass,
the men coming, Kavita coming, Kavita and the woman writhing
together. He groaned loudly.
"Oh my god, Kavita -- who -- who did this -- what -- when -- why?"
"I don't know!" she wailed, crying again. "I don't know! I don't
remember!"
Avinash realised that his nightmare was being played out on the
screen. He slapped the stop button.
"Hang on, babe," he muttered into the phone. "Just stay where you
are. I'm coming across."
"Hurry, Avinash," she sobbed. "Please hurry. I'm so scared!"
Avinash dropped the receiver, swept the photographs into the
envelope, ejected the videotape and crammed it in with the
photographs. Within minutes he had washed and changed and,
envelope in hand, was racing down the stairs and out onto the
street. He flagged a taxi and, giving the cab-driver another ten
rupees, persuaded him to take the inner streets. The car rocketed
down towards Kavita's house.
She was alone at home, weeping inconsolably, when he arrived. She
clung to him, sobbing and moaning in fear and shame. Avinash
didn't know what to say. She showed him the photographs she'd
received. They were different from the ones he'd got. So was her
videotape. Avinash was stunned. How many more of these were
around?
The telephone rang and they both jumped. It rang again. They
looked at each other uncertainly, at the telephone, ringing
insistently. He nodded to her to answer it.
Nervously, Kavita picked up the telephone and mumbled a hello into
it. She listened and her face went white, then crumpled and she
sank to the floor against the wall, sobbing hysterically. Avinash
grabbed the phone.
"Who the fuck is this?" he snarled.
"Gently, gently, my friend," said a smooth, silken voice. "You
have received our little gift?"
"Who the fuck are you?"
"That is irrelevant, surely."
"Fuck you, asshole!"
The voice laughed softly. "She did. Watch the tape. And it was her
ass, not mine, if you look carefully."
"Who are you, damn it?"
"Let's just say I'm one of the men who -- shall we say -- knew
your girlfriend, in the Biblical sense yesterday. Actually, I
fucked her brains out. She loved it."
"I'll kill you!"
"Not a recommended course of action, friend. Consider your
position. You don't know me, can't get to me. And I could just
about ruin the two of you. What you've got is just a teaser.
There's more. Plenty more. Two full video-tapes. Non-stop fucking
of the girl."
"You fucking bastard!"
"Actually, you're right. I do fuck. On tape. However. My
legitimacy isn't in issue here."
"What do you want?"
"Ah. Now we seem to be getting somewhere."
"Oh. Blackmail."
"Emphatically."
"How much?"
"Money? Oh dear me, no. Never. No money. You can't afford us."
"What? What do you want then?"
The voice laughed again. "I should have thought it was obvious.
You, evidently. Or, rather, her. We want her. For more fun and
games. Touchy-feely. Fuckety-fuckety. More porn film shooting.
Today."
"Forget it."
"Please consider. I have prints and copies of the tapes at hand.
Ready for circulation. The consequences could be unpleasant.
Especially for her."
"Fuck off!"
"Be calm young man. Why don't you ask her? Think over it. I'll
call back in five minutes. Incidentally, I should tell you this.
The best footage in the film was shot by you." The voice cackled.
The line went dead. Avinash dropped it, ashen-faced and turned to
Kavita.
"They want us back, don't they?" she said in a dull voice, not
looking up.
Avinash dropped his eyes, and didn't reply.
"They want me. They want to fuck me. All of them. And take more
photographs. And movies."
"Yes," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Yes."
"It's blackmail."
"Yes."
Kavita closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, tears
streaming down her cheeks. Avinash felt dizzy with the strain. He
sank beside her.
"They'll call back." His voice was hard and flat.
"Yes."
"I'll say --"
"Yes. Say yes."
"What?" Avinash looked at her slowly.
"Say yes, Avinash. Say yes."
"Kavita!"
"Shut up, Avinash. We don't have a choice. They'll finish us! My
parents will murder me! They'll die!"
"We -- we can't -- give in to this!"
"Oh? And what choice do we have?"
"We -- we could do something! We must do something!"
She looked at him, frighteningly calm, her eyes hard and flat, her
voice cold.
"Really? What can we do? Go to the police? Tell our parents? And
have these -- these things passed around the city? Don't be
stupid, Avinash."
He buried his face in his hands and moaned softly. "Oh god, oh
god, Kavita! How did we get into this?"
"By being careless. And stupid."
"I can't -- I can't bear it! I can't!"
"You'll have to. We'll have to."
"Kavita, I can't! I can't stand there and -- and just --"
"Watch? Why not? They're fucking me, aren't they? I'm the one
who's going to be fucked and fucked and fucked. You just have to
watch!"
"Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Kavita, I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, too. But it can't be helped. They're going to do it."
"Oh god, oh god!"
"Little he can do. Or anyone else."
"Kavita -- let's -- let's run away -- we'll go some place -- some
place far --"
"Avinash, shut up." Her voice was cold, like steel. She jerked his
head up and looked him in the eye. "Stop it. Stop it at once.
Listen. These guys -- these animals -- they're going to fuck me
today. D'you understand? They're going to put their cocks in my
mouth, and in my cunt, and in my ass. They're going to keep
fucking me till they're happy. And you're going to be there,
Avinash, and you're going to watch them, to watch them fucking me
like you do, fucking me hard. I want you there, Avinash. I need
you there. And I can't have you there crying and upset. You're
going to watch them, and you're not going to show any feelings. Do
you understand? You are going to do this. We are going to do this!
Do you understand?"
He looked at her silently, tears welling in his eyes, and nodded
slowly. She smiled thinly.
"Good," she said, letting him go. "And another thing. When they
fuck me, I will not resist or fight. I will do just the reverse. I
will try and enjoy it. It's the only way to avoid getting hurt. We
will have to make them happy, keep them happy. And you're not
going to blow that, get it?"
"Yes," he mumbled, choking back a sob. "Yes. I understand."
The telephone rang. She smiled. "Good," she said. "Now tell them
we'll be there. And then come inside. I want my butt fucked. If
I'm going to be used as a whore, I might as well enjoy what I
can."
She got up and walked out steadily, stripping off her clothes.
Avinash stared at the receiver, ringing and ringing, and picked it
up slowly.
"Hello?" he mumbled.
"Ah. Good morning, again. For a minute I thought you'd done
something foolish."
"What time?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"What time do you want us. And where."
The voice chuckled in pleasure. "Very wise. I see that better
counsel has prevailed. Presumably hers. I rather imagine you
wanted to run away or something equally stupid."
Avinash did not respond.
"Understand me well. Even if you killed yourselves, which would be
a terrible waste, we would still have released the photographs.
Remember that. If we cannot touch you, we will get to those
closest to you, those you leave behind."
"What time. Where."
The voice sighed. "Truly, the greatest tragedy of our age is that
the art of conversation is dead. Killed by the telephone. Inter
alia."
"Stop fucking around."
The voice laughed in delight. "Oh dear, oh dear. Such a fine turn
of phrase! Or is it a Freudian slip? Fucking around is precisely
what is on this afternoon's agenda. For both of you. Two o'clock.
The same hotel. Suite five-oh-one."
"We'll be there."
"I imagine you will. Don't be late. And don't try anything
stupid."
The connection broke. Slowly, Avinash replaced the receiver.
"Well?"
He turned around. Kavita was standing at the door, stark naked,
luscious, irresistible, one hand on her hip, the other on the door
frame.
"Two o'clock. At the hotel. Suite five-oh-one."
Kavita nodded. Avinash looked at her slowly, and she smiled
seductively.
"I want to suck your cock. Come here."
"They want me, too."
"I want you, too. Fuck me. Hard."
In a daze, Avinash went up to her. She seemed unconcerned about
what lay ahead, totally collected and calm. She kissed him
lasciviously, sliding her tongue into his mouth and her hand
squeezed his penis in his crotch. Deftly, her fingers undid his
fly and slipped between his thighs. He grunted as her fingers
closed around his penis, and his hands slid up over her breasts.
Her nipples were hard with excitement. She slithered to her knees
before him and took his penis in her mouth. Avinash groaned and
arched his head, closing his eyes in surrender.
They fucked hard, for the better part of an hour, as though to
exorcise the humiliation and shame and trauma of their existence.
Avinash slammed his cock in and out of her cunt brutally, drawing
shrill gasps of pleasure and pain from her. Kavita begged him to
fuck her harder, to take her ass. He fucked her butt deeply and
quickly, sliding his cock into her ass as far it would go. Kavita
whimpered and begged for more. Avinash slid in and out of her
anus, gasping and groaning feverishly. She came repeatedly,
mouthing obscenities. Avinash went on and on, plunging in and out
of her ass and then, unsated, fucked her cunt again, hard, taking
her from behind. Kavita gasped and whimpered in pleasure, rocking
back and forth on the living room floor, her breasts swinging and
jiggling. Avinash exploded at last, thrusting greedily into her
flesh. He came with a shuddering cry, emptying himself in her hot,
tight, convulsing cunt, flooding her flesh with his seed. Beneath
him, Kavita moaned joyfully, her buttocks writhing erotically
against his thighs, her face creased with pleasure.
Later that afternoon, Avinash groaned to himself and fought to
deny his erection. He adjusted the focus and smoothly zoomed in to
a close-up. The video camera whirred softly. Avinash stared
through the viewfinder.
Kavita's legs were spread open and the screen was filled with the
sight of her cunt and the dark man's tongue flickering in her
cunt-flesh. It rippled up and down and round and round in her
cunt. Kavita moaned loudly, clenching his head, moving it around
between her thighs. Avinash straightened and watched her. She
arched steeply, in unfaked pleasure, her mouth wide open, moaning
thickly, obscenely. The man slid a thick, long finger into her
slit and she groaned as he started masturbating her. Her hips
bucked and her body jerked on the bed as though she was being
fucked, her breasts bouncing.
Avinash didn't know the man's name. Neither did she. He was a
tall, immensely muscular black, probably Nigerian or a Creole. He
had a sensuous, handsome face: Dark, piercing eyes, a strong,
thick nose, full lips, a hard, square jaw. He was clean-shaven.
His neck was thick and bullish and his shoulders were huge, broad
and sprawling. The chest was deep and heavily cleaved and his
torso tapered in a sharp V to narrow, high hips and taut buttocks.
His belly was hard and flat. His torso was smooth ebony,
burnished, hairless. His arms and legs were thick, rounded with
bunches of muscle. His circumcised penis was enormous: Limp, it
was eight inches long, over an inch thick; erect, it was over ten
inches long, nearly two inches thick. Earlier, Kavita had sucked
it for a long time, and it gradually ballooned in her mouth and
fist.
The man was her second lover that afternoon. Before him, she had
been fucked by a slim, handsome Indian man. He fucked her mouth
and then plunged greedily into her cunt, taking her on her back,
ramming his cock savagely into her cunt. Kavita writhed and bucked
under him and Avinash had heard her gasp and moan and knew that
she wasn't faking a thing, that she was really enjoying the sex.
The man turned her over and fucked her on her back for a few
minutes and then he sodomised her thoroughly, taking her in the
ass with gasps and moans of joy. Kavita came repeatedly and at
last the man was done, jerking into her and exploding in her ass.
She was given a few minutes to clean up and recover and offered a
drug. Avinash saw her refuse. Karan grinned happily and the black
was shown in. Avinash looked around. Two more men were waiting
their turn with her, masturbating as they watched her on the bed
with the Negro. Karan was counting huge wads of money. Avinash was
too numb to feel sickened. Kavita was being forced to whore and he
couldn't do a thing about it.
He turned back to the camera, adjusted it slightly: It was in a
tight close- up of her cunt, her cunt-lips drawn open in her
fingers, his tongue flickering endlessly in her flesh, rubbing
against her gorged clitoris. Avinash checked the second camera,
which showed them fully, her body writhing on the bed, her hands
squeezing her breasts in excitement.
"Yes! Ohhhh yes, yes -- Ohhh god yes! Do it, baby! Lick me! Lick
my slit!" she gasped.
Avinash forced down his erection, sickened by his own reaction. He
walked across to Karan.
"Cigarette, please," Avinash said.
Karan nodded to a packet on the table before him. "Help yourself.
Drink?"
"No thank you." Avinash lit a cigarette and lounged against a
wall. "Where's Sheela?"
Karan chuckled softly. "Why do you want to know?"
Avinash shrugged indifferently. "Just."
"She's working. Six guys in the next room."
"Ah."
"You want to fuck her?"
"No."
"You may have to, if our clients want a show. Sheela or one of the
others."
"I see."
"Mm. Sometimes, we get female clients, too. You're new meat. You
may have to service them."
Avinash looked at him without expression. Karan laughed softly.
"Hey, relax, bud. It's okay. It's fun. You get paid."
"You're not cops."
"Not a chance. But it's a good decoy."
"So it seems."
Karan looked at the bed and nodded, motioning Avinash back to the
cameras. Avinash saw that the man had stopped tongue-fucking
Kavita and was about to start fucking her. He moved back to the
cameras and fiddled with them again. The black man leaned over
Kavita, between her thighs, his cock between her legs. She moaned
and lifted her hips eagerly, her hands on his penis, guiding it
into her flesh.
"Come on," she gasped. "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard! Fuck my
cunt!"
Avinash held his breath and watched as the man flexed his buttocks
and eased his hips forward. His cock-head slipped between her
cunt-lips. Kavita gasped and arched. He groaned and flung his head
back. She clenched his hips and buttocks fiercely in excitement,
her feet climbing the backs of his thighs. Avinash's erection
ballooned in his jeans.
"Come on!" she gasped. "Put it in, baby! I want your cock in my
slit!"
Slowly, the man squeezed his enormous, bloated cock into her cunt.
Kavita moaned and whimpered and gasped, arching and writhing
joyously under him, kissing him deeply, feverishly, her tongue in
his mouth, her hands scrabbling at his thick shoulders and deep
chest. The man buried his cock in her cunt, going in and in and
in, till he was fully embedded in her flesh. Kavita arched in
pleasure, lifting her cunt hungrily to his groin.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! You're so big! Ohhh yes -- yes!
That feels so good, baby! Come on -- fuck me! Fuck my cunt, lover!
Fuck it hard!"
The man groaned and bent his head and kissed her, thrusting his
tongue into her mouth. She responded eagerly, her arms wound about
his head, caressing his immense, sprawling shoulders, his deep
chest.
"You're wonderful," she murmured, smiling.
He smiled and licked her breast-tips, making her whimper. "So are
you, babe," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "One of the best
cunts I've had here."
"Fuck me -- fuck me like a whore!" she moaned as he sucked her
breasts.
The man started fucking her slowly and heavily. His hips rose, his
buttocks flexing and Avinash focussed on the sight of his
enormous, dark, glistening penis sliding outward, then squeezing
in again. Kavita gasped and arched in pleasure, and opened her
legs wider apart, permitting him deeper access.
For the next fifteen minutes, the black man fucked Kavita
ceaselessly, running his impossibly large penis in and out of her
flesh. Steadily, he built up speed till he had hit a hard,
demanding rhythm, his cock ramming and grinding deeply into her
flesh, jerking out, plunging in again, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing, his hips swinging rapidly back and forth, his penis
pistoning and pumping like a mechanical device. Kavita gasped and
cried out, rocking back and forth, jerking on the bed, her breasts
jiggling under his thrusts, her cries loud, lewd, obscene and
evidently unfaked, filled with joy.
The man paused briefly, panting and gasping, his chest heaving,
and slid out of her cunt. Kavita moaned and turned on her side,
lifting her upper leg high. He knelt between her legs and pushed
his cock into her cunt again. Holding her buttocks, spreading them
open, he hammered his hips back and forth in rising urgency, his
head flung back. Kavita moaned, her face contorted with pleasure.
"Take me!" she cried. "Yes! Ohhh uhhh OH OH OH OH OHH yes yes
yes!"
The man turned her over onto her forearms and knees and,
straddling her hips, his knees on the bed, his hands under her
breasts, leaning over her body, began fucking her hard again.
Avinash closed in on a shot of his penis pistoning furiously in
and out her cunt, his thighs whacking her buttocks, his balls
squeezing against her cunt-lips with every down-thrust, then
panned to a shot of her face, riven with lust. She rocked
deliriously under him, moaning in a frenzy as he crushed her
pendulous, swollen breasts. Kavita orgasmed repeatedly and, at
last, he lost control. With a shuddering moan, he thrust himself
deep into her cunt, his hips twitching at her buttocks and
exploded violently.
Avinash straightened, fading out the scene smoothly. Fifteen
minutes later, he was bent over the equipment again, his jaw hard
with tension, as he watched her with the next client. A fleshy,
soft-bodied man this time, but with a thick, long cock. He lay on
his back, moaning and gasping as she sucked his nipples, tongued
his navel and, slowly descending, took his penis between her
breasts and then in her mouth. Avinash fixed the cameras and went
back to Karan.
"So. You enjoying this?" Karan smiled.
"A bit."
"Thought you might. They all do, sooner or later. Live sex is very
erotic, specially through that stuff." He pointed to the camera
equipment. "You want to fuck her?"
"No. Not her."
"Someone else, then?"
"Maybe. We'll see."
Karan nodded and offered him another cigarette. They smoked in
silence for a while, watching the two on the bed. Now Kavita had
mounted the man, facing him. She dropped in a low squat, her feet
on the bed on either side of his hips, his cock in her cunt. The
man groaned and squeezed her breasts. She smiled in pleasure and
swung her hips in tight circles, churning her cunt with his cock.
The man gasped.
"You're cock's good in there," she murmured. "Really nice -- "
She began to move, rocking slowly up and down on his penis.
Avinash returned to the cameras and shot some footage of her cunt
rising and falling on his penis, her breasts jumping and jiggling,
her buttocks flexing and unflexing. Then he returned to his
half-smoked cigarette.
"Where are the others?"
"Who?"
"The guys who did the shooting yesterday."
"They're out."
"Why not them? Why me?"
Karan grinned. "Because you're good, jock. The section you did
yesterday was top-class. Also, because they're busy shooting in
another room."
"How many rooms have you got?"
"Four. This one and three more."
"And all the girls are ones you catch like this?"
Karan chuckled. "Yeah. All. Even Sheela. We got her first. She's
good. They're all good. This broad's one of the best, though."
Avinash nodded. He no longer cared. It no longer mattered. Nothing
mattered any longer. He tilted his chair back and looked at the
two on the bed.
"Frig if you like," Karan said. "I do it sometimes."
"Thanks."
On the bed, Kavita was bucking rapidly over the man's lap, gasping
and crying out, her head flung back, her hands on her breasts. He
watched as she stretched an arm behind her and squeezed his heavy,
hairy balls in excitement.
"Fuck me! Yes! Ohhhh yes yes Ohhh god yes!" she cried.
"Yeah, she's really good, this one," Karan said. "Very hot. You
want to see the others?"
"Maybe."
"You should. My hookers are all lookers. Fresh, young goods."
"How young?"
"The youngest is sixteen. She's a real vixen. Fucks like crazy."
Avinash grinned openly. He wanted to watch the others. He unzipped
and pulled out his erection. Karan chuckled. Avinash smiled,
masturbating slowly.
"I'll have that drink now."
"Help yourself. In the bar cabinet. Scotch, too, if you want it."
Avinash walked across, his fly open, his erection massive and
poured himself a double-Scotch on the rocks and went back to the
cameras. Kavita dropped to her knees and bent over the man under
her, kissing him hungrily, sensuously writhing over him, rubbing
her breasts on his chest, letting them drop into his mouth for him
to suck. Her buttocks flexed rapidly, squeezing his cock. The man
jerked and lurched under her. The fat man squeezed her buttocks
and pressed his finger to her anus.
"Do you want to fuck my butt?" she asked softly, kissing him.
The man nodded, his piggy eyes glittering. "Can I? May I?"
She smiled. "Of course. Will you take me from behind or shall I
sit on your cock? I can do either."
"From behind," he gasped.
Kavita nodded and slipped off his penis and turned on her front on
the bed, her buttocks and hips raised high, her shoulders on the
bed, her face turned on its side. She moved her legs apart and,
reaching back, pulled her buttocks open for her obese lover.
"Come on," she muttered. "Fuck my ass, lover -- stick your cock in
my ass -- I want to feel your cock in my butt!"
Gasping with excitement, his chest wobbling, the fat man knelt
behind her and squeezed his penis between her buttocks. Avinash
closed in with both cameras, getting shots of her face twisting
and contorting -- her mouth open, her eyes squeezed shut, her
perfect teeth bared, her long neck arched -- and of her rear,
showing the thick cock-head popping into her anus, then the shaft
disappearing inward between the curved lobes of her buttocks.
"Oh MA UH AH UH OHH!" she shrieked in an agony of naked, raw
desire.
"OHHHHH uhhh *hanh* uhhhhhh YES!"
The man grunted and gasped in pleasure and squeezed her breasts in
excitement. His hips lurched and jerked back and forth and his
cock went in and out of her asshole. His belly flapped against her
back. She moaned and swayed and writhed erotically against him.
Her body jerked back and forth under his thrusts. He rammed in
harder and harder, his buttocks jiggling and wobbling like jelly,
his swollen penis grinding in and out of her anus. His hands tore
her buttocks wider open still and he plunged in greedily. Kavita
gasped and began to orgasm. The man cried out and jerked into her
and lost control, gasping in relief as he emptied himself into her
rear channel.
Slowly, he pulled out of her. Kavita moaned, trembling and
shuddering on the bed and slowly turned around. Her face was
radiant. She smiled at the man and, bending her head, took his
penis in her mouth and sucked it gently. The man smiled in
pleasure. Avinash faded out.
There was a knock on the door. Karan answered it. Mukesh, one of
the constable-impersonators of the previous afternoon, came in. He
leered at Kavita on the bed and winked at Avinash.
"How's it going, boss?" He asked Karan.
"Good stuff. I think we've got ourselves one classy piece of ass
here. You guys okay out there?"
"Yup. Shilpa's doing great with the husband-wife pair."
Karan laughed. "What else is on the menu?"
"Got a three-ball lined up."
"Big jocks?"
"Big enough."
"That should make her happy."
"Yeah. She digs that cunt-mouth-ass stuff."
Karan smiled. "Don't damage the goods, kid."
Mukesh grinned. "No chance. We checked out the studs, they'll take
it nice and easy, no sweat. Gonna be one steamy fuck, boss!"
"Yeah, I bet." Karan turned to Avinash. "That's the sixteen-year
old I told you about. Shilpa." He turned back to Mukesh. "What's
Sheela doing?"
"She's got a pair of studs. Fucking big cocks. Cunt and mouth when
I last checked. Loving every minute."
"Yeah."
"The guys happy?"
"Over the moon. We keep a watch, like you said."
"Sensible," Karan nodded. "Good job. Okay, we got one, two more
here, and then we're done."
"Check. You need anything, boss, buzz me."
"Sure."
Mukesh turned to leave. He paused by the bed and squeezed Kavita's
breast, grinning. "You just keep going, babe. I'm gonna fuck you,
too, soon. Nice and hard." He winked at Avinash again. "Enjoying
it, cock? Hot stuff, yeah?"
He laughed and walked out. Avinash grinned wolfishly. There was a
little silence, and then Karan laughed softly to himself.
"Okay, whore. Next one," he said to Kavita. "Get ready. Come on.
There's one more and we're done."
Avinash grinned at his girlfriend. Ignoring him, Kavita got off
the bed and went to the toilet. She returned a few minutes later,
cleaned, douched, naked, lovely, erotic, her face freshly done
with *kajal* under her eyes and nothing else. Her fourth client
was waiting for her. Avinash powered up his cameras.
The fourth client was a swarthy youth in his early twenties. He
was inexpensively dressed, with a cheap wristwatch and poorly cut
trousers. Avinash was surprised to see the amount of money he
handed to Karan.
The young man grinned at Karan and Avinash and stripped off his
clothes, leering at Kavita. He had a strong, muscular build, with
a deep chest and a hard belly, his torso matted with dark hair.
His penis was seven inches long, limp, uncircumcised. He hopped
onto the bed and pulled her up to her knees before him, pushing
her head between his legs. Kavita took his cock in her fist and
pumped it. It quivered and began to thicken. He jerked her head
forward.
"C'mon whore! Gimme some head!" he growled.
Kavita obeyed immediately. Her lips flowered and slipped around
his bulging cock-head, her tongue working it cleverly. The man
grunted in pleasure and fucked her face heavily, his hips pumping,
his head bent to watch her. His cock ballooned rapidly in her
mouth. The man put his hands on her head and moved it back and
forth to suit his pleasure, fucking her mouth.
"Yeh! Oh yes! C'mon, bitch, suck it! Oh fuck yes!"
His cock thickened, hardened, lengthened. Kavita sucked it
eagerly, hungrily, her head rocking back and forth between his
thighs, her delicate fingers curled lovingly around his shaft,
pumping it deftly. The youth gasped and moaned, his head arched,
his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging back and
forth. Pre-cum gunk sputtered from his cock-head and she
whimpered, sucking and swallowing his seed lasciviously.
Avinash grinned at the sight of the thick, dark, hard cock
glistening in and out between her delicate lips. Kavita whimpered
audibly and licked his cock-head lasciviously, evidently aroused.
Avinash took a close-up shot of her lust-ridden face, her eyes
half-closed with pleasure, her lips open, the cock in her fist,
her tongue swirling over the gorged knob. She moaned again and
squeezed her breasts in excitement.
Gasping, the youth pushed her head away and both bodies sank to
the bed. She spread her legs wide, lifting and bending her knees
and smiled wantonly at her anonymous lover.
"C'mon, stud," Avinash heard her say. "Fuck me hard -- shove your
cock into my slit -- c'mon -- I want it -- my cunt's hot for you!"
The youth sniggered and, levering her thighs open, squeezed his
cock into her cunt, flexing his buttocks slowly and dipping his
hips, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh uhhh yes! Ohhh ma yes!" Kavita gasped in delight, arching
stiffly under him, her fingers tightening on his bulging biceps,
her hips heaving up to meet his in descent. "Oh god yes!"
"C'mon! Take it! Oh fuck yes, take it!" The young man gasped.
"Oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHHHH yes oh god yes ohhh that's so good! Yes!
Ohhh fuck yes fuck yes fuck me yes fuck me, baby, yes!"
She moaned and he began to fuck her with deep, punishing thrusts.
His hips rose and fell rhythmically, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing, his cock running deeply in and out of her wet slit.
Avinash hurried around and took a shot from the rear, closing in
to a view of her distended cunt, open and wet, and the thick long
penis grinding and pistoning up and down, in and out.
Kavita was whimpering and moaning eagerly when the youth slowed
and turned her over on her front. He knelt behind her and squeezed
his penis into her cunt again. Avinash filmed the thick cock
grinding inexorably into her cunt, disappearing between the curves
of her buttocks. He took shots of her face, soft and radiant with
lust; of her body rocking backwards to her client's cock; of her
hot, swollen breasts swinging pendulous. The youth squeezed them
in his hands and she moaned, hissing in delight, her buttocks
writhing against his crotch. She turned her face over her shoulder
to him, running her tongue sensuously over her upper lip.
"Ohhh yes -- ohhh baby, yes!" she whimpered. "Do it, lover! Fuck
me! Fuck my slit, baby! Fuck me like a whore!"
The youth groaned and rammed greedily into her cunt. Kavita
gasped, her body jerking forward under his thrusts. He squeezed
her breasts and, bending over her back, kissed her roughly,
thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Avinash watched her respond,
sucking his tongue wantonly, writhing her buttocks against his
crotch like a bitch in heat. The youth groaned and, gripping her
shoulders, fucked her hard, jerking her body down back onto his
cock savagely, pounding his hips back and forth at her buttocks.
Kavita gasped and cried out, her face contorting in a rictus of
lust.
"OH! OH MA UHH OH! UH OH! UH OH! OH MA OH MA OH MA OH MA OH MA! OH
MA! OHHHHHHHH!" she cried.
On and on he went and Avinash watched his girlfriend orgasm with
the stranger. The man gasped as her cunt convulsed on his
pistoning penis and, moaning, jerked out of her and, shaking his
cock violently, came hard. Jizz shot from his cock and spattered
her buttocks and back and thighs. Kavita moaned thickly and sank
to the bed on her front, her body heaving, panting loudly.
The man got off the bed and began to dress without another word.
He lit a cigarette, nodded to Karan and Avinash and let himself
out. Avinash faded out the shot of her on the bed and
straightened. She moaned and sat up unsteadily.
Avinash looked at her without expression or feeling. He felt
detached and indifferent. She was just another whore for all that
it mattered. His real love was in his hands, now, the camera and
lenses and filters. With that, he could create beauty out of
ugliness, turn the sordid into the alluring. He had discovered his
métier, he felt, as a magician of light and form and texture.
"Hey, Avi."
Santosh stuck his head around the door, grinned at the couple
writhing on the bed and beckoned to Avinash.
"What's up?"
"Can you take over the shoot in number three? I' want to take a
break."
Avinash looked at Karan. He nodded. "Go ahead, I'll finish here.
The next guy won't last long. I know him."
Avinash nodded and, tucking his erection back into his jeans,
collected his drink and cigarette and turned to the door. Kavita's
last client was entering. Avinash paused briefly. The man was a
slim young man with a thin mustache and pleasant features. He
looked like a medical representative, with his briefcase and dusty
shoes and baggy, pleated trousers and loose synthetic shirt. He
watched as the man pulled out a wad of notes and gave them to
Karan who counted them carefully before nodding his approval. The
man undressed quickly and silently and moved to the bed.
Kavita stepped out of the room and saw him. She looked at Avinash
who grinned at her. Kavita's face was stony, her eyes flat. She
held Avinash's eyes for a brief minute.
"Go on," Avinash chuckled, nodding to the man on the bed who was
grinning in excitement at Kavita's naked body. "Can't keep them
waiting, you know. And remember, the customer always comes first."
Karan cackled. Kavita didn't say a word. Her eyes were like flint
as he looked at Avinash coldly. Then she turned her gaze to the
man on the bed and Avinash saw her face soften with pleasure. She
smiled gently and moved to the bed. She knelt beside him, her
hands sliding up his naked thighs to his crotch and she took his
penis in her fingers, stroking it gently. It stirred at her touch
and she bent over and engulfed him in her mouth. The man gasped
and arched. His hands went to her head. His penis swelled rapidly,
filling her mouth and distending her face. Kavita whimpered deep
in her cock-filled throat and sucked his penis lasciviously, her
head rocking up and down over his lap. Avinash chuckled softly and
nodding to Karan, left the room.
A while later, he stared in stunned fascination as a lovely, plump
sixteen-year old girl called Shilpa took on three men
simultaneously in the room next door. The girl was incredible.
She was very cute, very sexy, with a sweetly rounded face just a
hint of puppy fat in her cheeks, but already losing it. She had a
fine nose, large dark eyes lined with *kajal* and sensuously moist
lips, the upper slim and bowed delicately over the full lower lip.
Her hair was dark and silky and glossy, caught in a saucy pony
tail with a pretty cotton band. Her body was ripe and luscious,
with large breasts tipped by long nipples in dark, puckered
aureoles. She wore a long gold necklace that nestled between the
lovely mounds. Her belly was rounded, yet firm and her buttocks
were splendid round curves. Her arms and legs were smooth and
neatly turned with slender ankles and wrists and shapely hands and
feet. Her skin was dusky and smooth and utterly clear, like satin,
without a trace of hair.
Avinash watched in amazement as she writhed joyously between the
naked bodies of the three handsome, muscular men. All of them had
particularly large cocks, the biggest about ten inches long and
correspondingly thick, the penis of a stallion. Shilpa loved every
inch of it.
As he ran the film, Avinash saw the girl mount one of her clients.
Holding his cock in her hand, she lay back over his lap facing his
feet, and slowly lowered her anus onto the thick, long penis. The
cock-head popped into her asshole and the sixteen-year old gasped,
her face contorting and screwing up, her mouth open in a wide O.
Her buttocks lobed open and the man under her grunted, his hands
on her hips and arched his hips slowly. Shilpa's body arched back
over his, her elbows on the bed on either side of his bed, her
face tilted up, her head arched, her heavy breasts thrust out. The
man squeezed her breasts. Shilpa groaned, her face a mask of lust
and swirled her hips erotically over his. She spread her legs
slowly, opening them wide, exposing her cunt to the second man and
Avinash's lens. He zoomed in, dwelling lovingly on the wet flesh
of her cunt, the thick penis buried between her buttocks, the
heavy balls pressed between her thighs.
"C'mon," she moaned. "Fuck my slit!"
The second man was already on his knees between her legs. He
grinned and bent over her, pushing his cock into her cunt. Shilpa
bit her lower lip and gasped as the huge cock squeezed into her
slit. The man flexed his buttocks slowly and drove his penis deep
into her flesh. She gasped, rocking between the two men as their
penises impaled her cunt and anus simultaneously.
"Ohhhh -- uhhhh -- ohhhh -- uhhh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes!
Ohhh that's so good -- yes -- fuck me -- yes -- fuck me! Fuck me,
guys! C'mon! Do it!"
The two men began fucking her slowly, their great penises sawing
rhythmically in and out of her cunt. They fondled and squeezed her
swollen breasts. The teenager whimpered and gasped, her body
trembling and writhing eagerly between theirs, her face a vision
of lust, her eyes closed, her mouth open, panting and moaning like
an animal in heat.
"Ohhhhh -- uhhh yes! Oh god yes oh yes ohhhh ma uhhh ahhhh uhhhh
ahhh uhhh yes!" she cried.
The two men seemed to move in tandem, rocking alternately in and
out of her flesh, the penises separated by the merest membrane.
Now the third man joined in, jumping onto the bed and, kneeling
beside the writhing trio, pushing his erection to her face. The
girl moaned and, turning her head, took his cock in her mouth and
began sucking it hungrily.
Avinash felt deeply aroused as he watched them through his
viewfinder. The girl was gorgeous and sexy, her smooth, dusky,
plump body writhing and thrashing between the three men, every
orifice plugged. Her breath came in sobbing rasps as the penises
ground slowly and unhurriedly in and out of her cunt and anus; and
her face was distended by the bloated cock in her mouth.
"My, my," he heard a voice murmur in his ear. "Someone's having
fun."
Avinash straightened and grinned at Sheela. She was naked beside
him and, as he turned, she slid her arm around his neck and pulled
his head down to hers, kissing him hungrily, her tongue arching
into his mouth. She squeezed his cock through his jeans, one
slender leg lifted and wrapped around his thighs, rubbing herself
against him wantonly.
"I'm hot, stud," she murmured, her dark eyes flashing with lust.
"Fuck me."
The others crowded in behind her, Karan and Mukesh and Santosh,
another lovely, slender woman called Sonali, and, slowly, her eyes
flat and hard, Kavita. The men grinned at Sheela and Avinash.
"Mukesh, give her what she wants," Avinash said. "I'm doing the
shoot."
Karan looked at Avinash strangely, quietly, his head tilted to one
side. Avinash winked at him and turned back to his cameras. Karan
nodded to Mukesh and Sheela.
"It's okay. You go ahead. Use the other room."
Mukesh and Sheela stepped around the bed with the four writhing,
gasping bodies. Karan tapped Avinash on the shoulder.
"Santosh is taking over here," he said. "You work on Mukesh and
Sheela."
Avinash looked up from his camera, looked at the other two, at the
bed, at Santosh, and nodded quietly. Santosh replaced Avinash
behind the cameras.
Avinash rigged up another array and followed Sheela and Mukesh to
the little lounge just off the main bedroom. Sheela dropped to her
knees before him and undid his trousers. Taking his cock in her
hand and jerking it eagerly, she buried her face in his crotch
with a soft moan. Mukesh grinned down at her, winked at Santosh
with the cameras and began fucking her face slowly.
A few minutes later, he fucked her from behind. Sheela turned on
her front on the floor on her forearms and knees and Mukesh
dropped astride her hips in a deep squat and slowly squeezed his
throbbing penis into her cunt. She gasped and rocked under him,
her face rising, facing the camera, lust in every line. She bit
her lower lip in tension, wincing and gasping as he dug his
fingers into her soft buttocks and flexed his buttocks taut,
thrusting deep into her cunt with a shuddering groan. His muscles
rippled and his head arched, his belly sucking inward with
tension.
"Yeh! C'mon! Take it!" he gasped.
"Oh fuck yes!" Sheela whimpered. "Oh god yes! Ohhhh uhhh yes ohh
yes baby yes! Ohhhh uhhh oh ma uhh ahhh uhh yes!"
Avinash zoomed in to a close-up of her face, her mouth open, her
tongue arching sensuously over her upper lip, her breasts hot and
heavy, swinging pendulous as Mukesh fucked her smoothly and easily
with long, deep thrusts. She moaned and cried out, rocking and
jerking eagerly under him, her buttocks writhing erotically
against his crotch. Her cunt was hot and tight and wet and it
convulsed and spasmed on his throbbing penis.
Mukesh moaned and began to move faster, swinging his hips
rhythmically back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing
alternately, his penis grinding and squelching deeply in and out
of her cunt. He mugged shamelessly for the camera, gasping and
moaning as Avinash took shots of their faces, their bodies, their
loins meeting and parting, meeting and parting in erotic cadences.
"Yeh! Take it! C'mon bitch! Take it! Take my cock, whore! Ohhhh
yeh! Oh fuck yes!" he gasped.
Panning around the room, his camera slithering over the two
rocking bodies in erotic, fluid movements, Avinash saw Kavita at
the door. He grinned from behind his camera, studying her naked
body through his lens. She stared coldly down at him, the camera
at his eye, one leg stretched out for steadiness, the other bent
under his buttocks. He leered at her body and winked hugely.
Karan appeared in the door behind her and, pressing his lips to
the nape of her long neck, slid his hands up her naked body,
lifting and squeezing her full breasts. For a long minute, Kavita
did not respond, staring steadily at Avinash through his lens.
Then, slowly, she turned her face to Karan and they kissed sexily,
their lips wide, their tongues fencing with each other's, his
hands on her breasts, her fingers crawling behind her to his
crotch. Avinash felt a rush of pleasure.
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"You've become one of them." Kavita's voice was hard and flat.
"You're no different. You're not what you used to be."
Avinash looked up from the muddle of cameras, lenses, filters,
flashes, lights and wires scattered around the bed and floor.
Kavita stood at the door from the bathroom, a towel around her
waist, her torso bare.
"Neither of us is," he said quietly. "Look at you."
"You're enjoying this."
"Aren't you?"
"No."
"That's a lie. You love being fucked."
"I don't like being a whore."
"Another lie. It turns you on."
"It's a fake. I haven't a choice."
"Balls. Watch the tapes. There's nothing fake about it."
"Your camera shows what I do, not how I feel."
"Crap. The films don't lie."
Kavita looked at him coldly. "Fuck you, Avinash."
He chuckled, working steadily, rigging his gear. "Thank you, no. I
prefer the view through this stuff."
"You're sick. You're a sick, dead, twisted freak."
"Thank you. I try to be."
"You're disgusting."
"I think I can live with that."
"I despise you."
He shrugged indifferently. "Who cares?"
"You used to. Once. You said you loved me."
"So I was wrong. So I was a fool. It's all bullshit. There's no
such thing as love. I was in lust, I fucked you, it was good,
great, thank you very much. I don't care to live in the past. I
believe in getting on."
"You call this getting on?"
"Yes. Yes, I do."
"And what happened to all that eternal love shit?"
"Just that. It's shit. I thought it was true, it isn't."
"And this is?" She pointed to the cameras.
"Yes. Absolutely. It's clean, it's uncomplicated, it doesn't
hurt."
"And that's all that matters to you, is that it?"
"Yes."
He looked at her without feeling, this girl he had loved with all
his heart and soul. Now he felt nothing, not even a flicker of
desire as she dropped the towel from around her waist and moved to
the centre of floor, lying on her back. He studied her body
dispassionately, took light readings, adjusted his arcs and spots,
wound the camera up on its tripod.
"Ready when you are," he said.
"I'm ready. Give me the props."
He stepped around the camera and handed her a box of dildoes and
vibrators. Kavita selected two and lay back. Avinash returned
behind the cameras, making the final adjustments.
"Okay, on my count of three. One. Two. Three, rolling!"
For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, Avinash shot extensive
footage of Kavita masturbating with the dildo and vibrator. He ran
a quality video film and several rolls of colour transparencies.
He took close-ups of her cunt and anus, of her face and breasts,
lingering on shots of her moving a vibrator in and out of her wet
slit, another in and out of her anus. She used different
positions, moving naturally and without thinking. He didn't
interrupt, continuing to shoot till she orgasmed. When she was
done, he straightened and, without another glance at her, began to
dismantle the equipment. Kavita packed the dildoes and vibrators
away and left the room.
Karan walked in without knocking. "Hey, stud. Done?"
"Just. Twenty minutes of non-stop frigging. Including cunt and
ass."
"Good stuff?"
"Good enough. What's next?"
"Room two. Tanu. Then Room four, Nimisha."
"Who's that?"
"The new one. The hot number from Peddar Road."
"Oh, her."
Nimisha was a dusky, attractive woman in her mid-twenties, caught
in a ridiculous marriage to an overweight, sexually incompetent
businessman with inherited money and no brains. They discovered
her recently, when one of Kavita's clients, a handsome young
chauffeur, mentioned that he was balling his *memsahib*, too.
Karan moved in immediately, getting the chauffeur to drug her and
get her to the hotel where Avinash shot some particularly raw
footage of her with the chauffeur and then with two strangers. The
ensuing blackmail worked like a charm. Nimisha had become a
regular.
He carted his gear to the second room, where, Tanu, a reasonably
attractive young girl with big breasts and a lovely smile, was
preparing to service a good-looking middle-aged client. The man
was trim and well-built and he had a satisfyingly thick penis.
Tanu loved her work; at twenty-two, she was a natural, and her
enthusiasm for sex was boundless. Avinash smiled at her, nodded to
the client and quickly set up his tackle.
Fifteen minutes later, he was roving around the bed, his shutter
clicking rapidly as Tanu moaned and gasped, rocking back and forth
on the bed, her heavy breasts bouncing, while the client fucked
her slowly from behind. A little later, he was filming Nimisha and
he grinned his approval as he watched her moan and gasp, her body
heaving and writhing, her hips bucking up and down as a swarthy
man with a hairy chest ran his cock in and out of her cunt.
Six months had passed since Karan and his gang burst into their
hotel room. Avinash was now very much a member of the team, the
mainstay of the photo unit. His work was astounding, erotic,
sensual, steamy. The blackmail never failed. At his instance, they
began to lend the tapes, too, often to the subjects themselves,
and to local video parlours in slums and shanties. The income was
substantial and the demand high. While Karan continued to head the
gang, Avinash was now indubitably the second in command.
The camera mesmerized him. He no longer felt the need to copulate.
The few times he got into bed, with Sheela or Shilpa or Tanu, the
experiences were unsatisfactory and he lost interest within
minutes, preferring to return to the camera without orgasming.
There, he shot footage and this invariably excited him, and he
came hard and copiously, filming the woman he had tried to fuck
copulate with another man. Karan said he was a basket-case. Sheela
said he was a pathetic waste of male flesh. Avinash grinned and
ignored them. He didn't mind. It was true. The women no longer
aroused him themselves. Nothing they did truly moved him. It was
only when he was filming them, sweating and moaning and thrashing
and writhing, or studying the results in his films and colour
blow-ups, that he felt aroused and came.
At home, he was a handsome, intelligent, dutiful son, the pride of
the family. He did well at his college examinations, scoring high
and placing in the honour rolls. He applied to a prominent
engineering college, sat the admission test and did even better.
The college welcomed him eagerly and gave him a choice of
specialisations. He selected electronics.
The college was in the suburbs of Bombay, not far from the hotel
they used as a brothel. Avinash was relieved to be out of the
cloying atmosphere at home, free of his mother's syrupy fussing
and his father's quiet, but equally stifling, puffed-chest macho
conceit in Avinash's achievements.
In college, he was widely regarded with admiration. Quiet,
studious and meticulous, his work was held up as exemplary. He
said little, but when he spoke, people listened with respect.
Invariably, his ideas were supported by closely reasoned arguments
that reflected a deep understanding of the science and technology.
Soon, he was seen a brilliant innovator with a fine grasp of
theory, tipped as the student most likely to succeed in his
career. He had few hobbies; reading, music and, of course,
photography. He became the secretary of the college photography
club and, under his stewardship, it hosted the first ever public
exhibition of the students' work. The show received wide publicity
and his own work was praised in the daily press. His parents
almost burst with pride.
He divided his time between the college and the hotel. His
pornographic films became even more sophisticated and slick. He
had a number of new and exciting ideas about the business.
Gradually, Karan began to look to him for guidance and their
positions reversed. Now the team operated under his instructions
and Karan was his chief lieutenant. He generated more money by
raising the girls' rates and putting on specials where the girls
performed live, realising that there were people who enjoyed
watching sex as much as having it. Copies of his films were
circulated discreetly on video tape among select clientele at high
cost; they were much in demand. He put together several
pornographic magazines of the stills shot by himself, Santosh and
Mukesh. With the rising income, he bought better and more
sophisticated equipment and trained the other two in its use. The
products got better and better.
When Kavita got married, Karan and the others wanted to release
her from service. Avinash would have none of it. By this time, he
was clearly the one calling the shots. Kavita continued to whore
for the gang. Avinash laughed and said that she would be a
special; there were lots of men who wanted to fuck another man's
wife. Kavita had ceased to care. For a few months after her
marriage, she continued to work and then contrived to get herself
pregnant. Avinash was furious, but there was nothing he could do
about it. Reluctantly, he agreed to let her go.
More girls were recruited, and soon they had the entire top floor
of the hotel on an annual retainer for their exclusive use. It was
an immensely profitable enterprise and the services and products
on sale were outstanding.
By the time he graduated, four years later, Avinash was almost a
millionaire. Leaving college, he immediately set up an electronics
company, manufacturing state-of-the-art optical and audio
equipment. The business was an instant success, and grew rapidly.
He added a sophisticated, computer graphics division and his
research division was soon reckoned as among the finest in the
world. Their products were expensive, but held their own with
established brands.
His fascination with the technology grew with his business and,
soon, he was more entranced by the capability of his equipment
rather than what he actually did with it. He seldom visited the
brothel, leaving it to Karan to manage and restricted himself to
supervising the quality of the products and services. The
equipment was constantly being upgraded, the services continually
improved. Medical services were now available in-house. They took
over the hotel and refurbished it entirely, taking on two more
floors for the brothel and adding an intimate theatre for live-sex
shows.
He had no sex life. He watched films and shows when he felt the
need, masturbating repeatedly till he was sated. When he wanted
time off, he called for a girl and made her perform for his
personal pleasure with another man, making them copulate endlessly
while he filmed and photographed the sex.
The brothel became difficult to manage alone. It cut into the time
he preferred to spend with his electronics company. He wanted to
go public with its shares, wanted to grow and move to
international markets. The brothel held him back and became an
irritant.
Just when he was wondering about a way to close it down, he
received an offer from a competitor. Something called Hedon &
Venery was interested in taking over his operation. He hesitated.
They were patient. He dawdled. A young man came to see him.
Kishore was a devastatingly handsome, cultured youth with an
incredible physique. They discussed it in his board room. Kishore
was gentle, persistent, patient. Avinash expressed reservations.
He knew nothing about Hedon & Venery. Kishore smiled.
"You don't need to know about us, sir," he said smoothly.
"I think I do."
"With respect, sir, I disagree. May I point out that, on the other
hand, we know quite a lot about you?"
"What does that mean?"
Kishore smiled and motioned to his assistant, another good-looking
youth. The man put three folders before Avinash.
"What is this?"
"Please. Do have a look."
Casually, Avinash flipped the first folder open and flicked a
couple of pages. He froze. He felt his heart pounding in his
breast and he began to sweat, his body cold.
They were dossiers.
Full, detailed dossiers, complete with dates, names, places,
amounts, photographs. About his brothel. All its operations. Its
accounts and revenue. Its structure and management. Everything.
He opened the second. It contained a similar dissection of his
electronics company. It showed the amounts he had siphoned off and
diverted to expansion of the brothel business. The amounts he had
sent abroad illegally. His smooth duping of banks, financial
institutions, investors. The way in which he had amassed a
personal fortune and how he had invested it.
Struggling to remain calm, he closed it and opened the third.
It was the most horrifying. It had a detailed account of how he
had come into the brothel business, with whom and when, what he
had done since. There were photographs. Stills from his tapes.
Shots of him filming the sexual antics. Shots of him orgasming as
a couple writhed before his array of cameras.
He closed the folder and gently put it down. Kishore looked at him
impassively. Avinash tried to keep his voice and manner neutral,
inscrutable.
"Interesting. You have long arms."
"Very long, sir."
"Blackmail, then."
"No sir."
"What, then?"
"Merely a way of persuasion, sir. One that you are not unfamiliar
with yourself, if I may be so bold. Going back to the time with
Kavita. Then others. Nimisha, I believe, is still in service."
"Indeed."
He smiled thinly. Nimisha was still very much in active operation
at his brothel. Just a few days earlier, he had watched her at
work as a young client laboured over her luscious body, moaning
and gasping as he rocked his cock greedily in and out of her cunt.
Nimisha whimpered and writhed under her lover, her hips juddering
up and down, her body rocking and lurching under his thrusts, her
breasts jiggling and bouncing, her face a mask of lust. Her
*kajal* rimmed eyes were glassy with lust, her mouth open, her
nostrils flared. She moaned thickly and begged for more. The
client plunged into her.
He looked at Kishore thoughtfully, tapping the files with a
fingertip. The material was devastating. He would be ruined within
days; his business, his career, the brothel, his family -- he
would lose everything. He looked at Kishore. They both knew it.
Avinash smiled.
"Actually, I don't believe you will use any of this."
"You're right. It's unlikely."
Avinash chuckled softly. "You people must be very good."
"Thank you, sir. We try to be."
"I cannot refuse."
"No, sir."
"How much, then?"
Kishore named the price. It was significantly higher than the
first offer.
"You have the cash?"
Kishore smiled and nodded to his assistant. A briefcase was put on
the table.
"The bills are unmarked." Kishore said. "You wish to have them
counted?"
"That won't be necessary."
Kishore rose with a smile and held out his hand. His grip was
strong and firm. Avinash looked at him steadily.
"Your boss is a lucky man."
Kishore looked at him quietly. "It has been pleasure doing
business with you, sir. But this meeting never happened. I was
never here. Nor my assistant. Nor you. I have no boss."
"I understand."
They left quickly. Avinash phoned the brothel and spoke to Karan.
He knew already. Hedon & Venery's people were already moving in.
Avinash sighed and disconnected. The phone rang. It was his
mother. He groaned. She had found another girl for him to see. His
parents were now obsessed with getting him married. His protests
were brushed aside. He played along, taking the path of least
resistance, suffering through agonising interviews with girls,
rejecting them steadily. Here was another, someone called Anuja, a
young lawyer, it seemed.
"Yes, *aai*," he said. "I'll see her. Yes, tomorrow. Yes, in the
evening. No, I won't be late. Yes. I'll wear the new suit. Yes.
Okay. Say hi to papa. 'Bye."
Dropping the phone, he turned in chair and looked out of the huge
window and wondered what would happen next. One chapter was over,
one door closed. He was knocking at another. Marriage. He shook
his head. It couldn't be. He was never going to marry. It was
impossible.
It took him a week, and the tape from Rio to change his mind. He
watched it repeatedly, masturbating furiously. The girl was
incredible. The tape was stunning. It was a Hedon & Venery
production, made by the same people he had sold out to. He was
marrying one of their girls. She would be his. He could use her as
he liked. She would fuck for him. He could watch her, tape her,
film her. And no one would know. His parents would be happy. He
would be happy. She would keep fucking as she liked, as he liked.
It was a perfect solution. He laughed to himself. Even the
whorrorscopes matched.
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