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My long wait ends with the knock on the door at 9:30 PM. I open the door and find two girls outside. The one on the left is slightly plump and her complexion is slightly fair. The one on her right is slimmer and darker. None of them can be said to be beautiful or even above average in the looks department. The fat one wears a dress that covers most of her body. The slim one is wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and jeans that cover her legs up to knees.
The fat one points to the thin one and says, “She is Pallavi Rao- are you Mr Vasudeva?” I reply in the affirmative.
“The awful stench of alcohol,” says the fat one as she walks in.
“I took some Vodka,” I say pointing to the small bottle on the table.
“How much money are you paying?” the fat one asks. I am a bit perplexed. The amount is on the website. It has been decided. But the girl before does not even know the amount I am supposed to pay! Why this question?
“Rupees twenty thousand,” I say. Suddenly I realize my mistake. I could have quoted a lesser price! After the girl is not so beautiful. But know nothing can be done. I pick up two paper envelopes containing Rs 10000 each and hand over to the fat one. She opens the envelopes to check the cash.
“One hundred rupee notes,” she exclaims in exasperation. Obviously counting two hundred notes is too much a job for her. She does not count them and accepts them as they are.
“Give me another Rs 1000 for local transport.”
“But I was told that there shall be no extra cost.”
“No you have to pay it.”
I do not argue any further. I hand over two five hundred-rupee notes. She feels happy the notes are crisp and not one hundred rupee notes this time. She leaves the room carrying the currency with her. I am now in the company of Pallavi Rao.
“The light is the room is so dim,” she says as she switches on some more lights. This is unusual. Most girls want to switch off the lights before they undress. “Now the light is OK,” she says as she moves to the bed.
“Do you want dinner?” I ask the usual question. She replies in the negative.
“Would you like to take alcohol?”
“I do not take alcohol.”
“Shall we talk…about love?”
“No we have sex first. Then we shall have alcohol and talk.”
She starts undressing. The T shirt comes off first. Her breasts are small but firm. Then she removes the jeans. I sit beside her holding her close to my body. She wants that I should also undress.
“Are you in business?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say as I undress. I embrace and clutch her and put my arm across her shoulders. I make her lie on the bed and touch her softer than silk thighs. I am touching female flesh after seven months and I want to make the most of it.
“How do you maintain these beautiful legs,” I ask.
“I do nothing- they are naturally like that.”
My fingers trace strange designs on her buttocks. Then I move up and caress her back. Then I cup her firm breasts. Her nipples seem to harden. She touches my penis and says, “Do you want that I should do shaking?”
I do not know what she means by “shaking”. Perhaps she wants to engage in masturbation.
“I do not want “shaking”. But you may gently caress the penis.”
What do you mean by “caress”?
“I mean just touch it gently.”
She takes my penis in her hand and gently touches it. My passions have been aroused to the point of pain. I ask her to stop and begin kissing her body. I begin with her feet. According to the Kamasutra- the ancient Indian treatise on love- a womans”s toes are one of the most erogenous organs of her body. “”Aaah,” she moans. I move up to her shapely calf and lick it. She notices the Kohinoor condoms kept on the side table. She too has Durex condoms with her.
“These Kohinoor condoms are no good for shaking. They taste bitter.”
Now I understand what she means by shaking. It means oral sex- perhaps she is mis pronouncing “sucking”.
Now she tries to excite me by kissing my chest as I lie down. Preliminaries over I decide to have sex. I part her legs and look at her sex. She had shaved her mound and it appeared pink and lovely. I climb over her and kiss her neck and ear lobes. But she does not seem to enjoy this so I stop. I kiss her cheeks and lips. Unlike most girls she allows me to kiss her lips. Only she keeps them tightly shut. Her lips are pink and lovely. When I suck her breasts she asks me not to touch them with my teeth. Whenever I suck the breasts hard she says, “Not teeth no teeth.”
As usual the two doses of Viagra and the hormones seem to be working. I go into her slowly and slowly deeper and deeper. I feel a surge of passion as I hold her close to my body. I am able to hold for a long tome. I withdraw and look fondly at her soft pink vagina.
“Shall I kiss you down there?” I ask.
“Yes everybody does that.”
But I kiss the mound only. I am afraid of getting some infection. I now ask her to come on my top. Unlike Purnima Bhat she cannot move quickly in the woman superior position. She moves up and down clumsily and slowly. I have to make push-ups for pleasure. I ask her to stop.
“Now let us try the doggy position,” she says. We start sex in the rear entry position. I do not like it. I ask her to lie down again.
“You take such a long time in coming. Sex does not continue for such a long time she says.”
I decide to ejaculate this time. I quicken my movements- down and up- thin sideways and finally I try to rotate the cock as it goes down. I hold her body tightly and turn to the side. I keep on making powerful thrusts in this sideways position with one of her legs under my waist and one over it. I make harder and harder pushes and ultimately I come. She goes to the bathroom to clean herself. It is 10 PM. So I did the sex act for half an hour. Coming out she now asks me to wash. She now sits naked on the chair. I sit on the bed. She now asks, “Where is the beer?”
I lead her to the mini bar near the toilet. After examining all the bottles she chooses Cabernet Sauvignon red wine- the wine I had used in the presence of Purnima Bhat. She asks for the glass. I pull the drawer and hand her a glass. She now sits naked on the chair again pours the entire amount of wine in the small bottle and starts sipping it.
“So you have chosen red wine,” I say.
“Yes it is good for health.”
“You were coming at 7 PM. How come you got delayed?”
“My friend was coming from abroad. I went to the airport to meet him.”
“Your friend?”
“Yes, I met her once just as we are meeting today.”
A brief pause. “The wine is stale,” she says. It is indeed stale. The bottle is exactly like the one I drank two years ago. I feel odd, as I am not drinking. “I shall also take some drink,” I say as I move to the mini bar and help myself with a bottle of beer.
“Are you married or unmarried?” she asks as I sit at my former position with the glass of beer in my hand.
“I am divorced,” I say.
“Then we can meet frequently. Do you come to Delhi frequently?” she says.
“Not frequently but once or twice in a year.”
“Do you have any children?”
“Yes a daughter.”
“Does she live with you?”
“No, with her mother in Himachal Pradesh.”
Now she is in a mood to talk. I want to make best use of the occasion.
“Are you a model?”
“No I work in a mobile phone shop.”
“Then you must be a sales girl.”
“Yes I am.”
“How old are you?”
“I am very young- only nineteen.”
“Since when are you in this profession?”
“I started working about a year ago.”
“Are your clients as old as me or younger?”
“Most of them are married and have a child or two.”
“Then they must be as old as me-in their thirties. Don”t you meet younger men?”
“No-younger men make all sorts of demands-the girl should look like this or that. And they are unwilling to pay money. They want a girl for Rs 2000 or Rs 2500.”
“But no girl is available for such small amounts these days.”
She does not say anything. I pour the remaining beer into my glass. I start the conversation again.
“Is Rs 20,000 the right amount? The girl who took away the money seemed unsure.”
“Yes it is. Girls are not available for an amount lesser than this on then web these days.”
“Yes there is no girl available over the web who charges lesser than Rs 10 to 15 thousand for a shot and Rs 20,000 for the night. But do you meet all your clients over the web?”
“Yes we have a website,” she names some website. It is different from the website through which I have contacted her. “We get six to seven clients everyday through it every day.”
“What about newspaper advertisements”
“The guys who respond to classified advertisements these days are not good. The girls you get through newspaper advertisements are also not good. People who respond to websites are decent.”
“Do you meet foreigners also?”
“Yes. They are better than Indians. All they want is that the girl should be slim. And they are willing to have sex with the same girl again and again. Indians want a new girl every time.”
“But is the amount fixed? Or do you charge different customers differently?”
“The amount depends on the service. The same girl if paid more will give you a better service.”
I know understand why me experience with Sonia was not good. I paid her only Rs 7000 although she was more beautiful than this one. Naturally she wanted to rush through.
“But are the girls who charge huge amounts very beautiful?”
“No all girls are similar. If it had been an English-speaking girl in my place it would have cost Rs 5000 more. You did not ask what type of girl you want. If you had asked for a girl with specific features it would have cost more.”
“Who responds to the e mails received on your website?”
“We have engaged a girl. We pay her Rs 25000 to 30000 every month.”
“And who was the girl who came with you?”
“She responds to telephone calls. And do you know – she is a virgin!”
“So the entire business in your organization is run by women.”
“Yes it is. Do you know- our boss- he has obtained a house in Defence Colony. It is the most posh locality of Delhi. He spent Rs 4 lakh on it. If there had been a problem in this hotel we would have taken to that place.”
“Do you take clients regularly to that place.”
“No only select customers are taken to that place. We once took a customer there. He had a shot and went to sleep. And that fat girl- negotiations are going on. A person is willing to pay Rs 150,000 to deflower her. But we want Rs 2 lakh. Do you know how it is done when a girl is deflowered?”
“No.”
“There are two girls. The first one- the experienced one – makes love with the man. Then the other girl is deflowered.”
“But why so?”
“Didn”t we make love before starting the sex act? You would not have been able to do the sex act had we not made love to each other initially. An inexperienced girl cannot excite a man. So you need an experienced girl to excite the man initially before the girl is deflowered.”
That was a valuable and interesting nugget of information.
“But how much did you get when you did it for the first time?”
“I got Rs 1.80 lakh for the first time, Rs 1.40 lakh for the second time and Rs 1.20 lakh for the third time. He was a foreigner. We met several times before the sex act. He took me around for a few days.”
“But how come did you get so much money for the second and the third time?”
“Do you know- if after doing the sex act for the first time you do not do it again for a month or so the vagina becomes tight again. And a man feels as if he is doing sex for the first time.”
“Was you first time difficult?”
“Yes it was. There was a lot of blood. But the man ejaculated soon. It is so tight and one ejaculates soon if he does it with a virgin.”
“Did he use a condom?”
“Yes he did. But it was an imported condom. It is so thin. One does not feel as if he is wearing a condom.”
The girl seemed frank and forthright. And I had established a rapport with her. I wanted to get as much information as possible.
“Which Delhi hotel is safe for this purpose?”
“Ashoka hotel is the best. It is owned by the government. And the government won”t raid its own hotel.”
“I feel that you are right. This is what the other girls have told me. But is there a cheaper hotel which is also safe?”
“You mean a three star hotel? No – such hotels are not safe. The police can raid a three star hotel any time. For raiding a five star hotel orders have to come from the top. The process takes four or five hours at least.”
“Somebody told me that this hotel is safe.”
“This hotel used to be considered safe. But not so now.”
“I came to this place two years ago. I had booked the room for two persons. Nobody asked me who the other person was. But this time they asked me who the other person was. I told them that it was my wife.”
“They would have not allowed if you had told them that it was your girl friend!”
“Were you ever caught in a raid?”
“No because we meet our clients only in five star hotels.”
She finishes the red wine. So far she had been sitting totally naked on the chair and I on the bed. I ask her to come to me. She comes and sits beside me as I hold her close to my body.
“If you had booked a room in the Ashoka I would have remained with you till 2:30 AM or 3 AM. But now I shall have to go by 11 PM.”
It is already close to 11PM. I regret not having chosen the Ashoka.
“But why so soon?”
“I shall go out by the back door- it closes at 11PM. I can stay longer – till midnight-if you escort me till the front door.”
“OK I shall escort you till the front door.”
“Some people do not escort you. They ask me to leave at odd hours. Even foreigners who are otherwise well behaved. They simply say-I want to sleep now you go away.”
“Do only foreigners refuse to leave you till the gate?”
“No Indians also do that. They say- I am a person of social standing. I do not want to be seen in the public with a girl like you. What they do not realize is that there are cameras everywhere in five star hotels. There is a camera in the reception, a camera in the lift and a camera in the gallery that leads to the rooms. Only in the room there is no camera. Even the room number gets recorded in these cameras. What these persons of social standing do not realize is the fact that the fact a girl entered their room has been recorded on camera. That two girls came to this room but only one went away has been recorded on camera. So there is no harm if you leave me till the gate.”
This revelation is quite a surprise for me.
“That I did not know!”
Now I realize why there was no security staff in the gallery leading to the rooms. It was not required. The camera was keeping a tab on all
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