About a Common Whore - 2
Learning the Ropes
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Previously
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It had been 7 days since Roli had injected herself with opium. Whenever she would get an uncontrollable craving, she would rub her needle marks, in her arms. She would pinch her inner thighs, trying to replace one discomfort with another. It would work, to some extent. Roli’s otherwise smooth inner thighs, had red marks, which looked almost like hickies. She had gotten bruises of passion on her body before, but they had almost been on her neck or on her breasts. Nobody kissed a whore like her on the thighs. Nobody except one. She missed him a lot. She wished she could call him.
She shook her head, and told herself that she cannot let herself think about him for too long. One thing will lead to another, and she will soon be in her bed, her body slack with pleasure, her mind fogged with a reality that doesn’t exist. Roli looked at her work phone lying on the table. She hadn’t had the courage to turn it on, to see the messages of prospective clients. Not since the day it happened.
And being off opium meant that everything felt more intense. She was used to bargaining for her body. But she did that when she was high on one thing or the other. It wasn’t unusual for a client to start at a ridiculously low price for her pussy, only for her to increase the prices.
Ramesh had insisted that WhatsApp wasn’t the best way to do the business, because keeping track of messages would be difficult. Instead, he had setup a Discord server for her. She didn’t understand much of it in the beginning, but it had been a couple of years since she had been using it. She understood the channels to go to, to find out the messages from men who will actually pay, rather than get the hit of simply being able to say lewd things to a woman.
It wasn’t so organized always. Her first year as a whore was hard. Every time felt like her first time doing something. Ramesh took care of a lot of the things, but still, it was always her, under a strange man, more often than not ugly and ungainly, drooling over her naked body, while he tried to push his barely hard dick inside her.
She sighed, and turned on the phone which had the Discord setup. It didn’t take long for that cheap smartphone to get overwhelmed with notifications. It wasn’t always like that. Roli’s mind kept going back to 5 years ago, that evening, when all these things had started, when an 18-year-old Roli was told that the only way she earn her keep is by selling herself.
After Ramesh told her that she will have to roam around the house naked as he and two of his friends drank and ate, he went out to buy a fresh packet of cigarettes. It was around 11 PM, when he returned. Roli had changed into her nighty when Ramesh was away.
While she clasped her bra, she wondered why she felt the need to change when Ramesh was away. In less than 24 hours, Ramesh and two other men whom she didn’t know will see her without any clothes. And there was nothing she could do about it.
The only mirror in the room was a hazy 1 foot by 1 foot mirror, that was near the basin. She could only see up to her neck if she stood at a naturally close distance from it.
Roli didn’t wear much jewellery. There was a time when she was fascinated with wearing multiple earrings. She had three piercings in each of her ears, when she was younger. She would find the cheapest earrings and wear them, take pictures and set them as WhatsApp DPs. All those things seemed to be in a distant life.
Since she moved in with Ramesh, she had lowered the number of piercings to just a pair of tiny earrings.
That night though, when she changed into the nighty, she took them off too. The nighty was sleeveless, and she had felt shy when she had worn it for the first time in this chawl. She had bought it, and had never worn it when she lived with mausi and mausa, with the fear of mausa getting too violent.
The nighty hugged her body. It made Roli look taller than her 5’3”. She was thicker than girls her age, thicker around the ass. She had always been conscious about her butt. She had always felt stares at her ass, whenever she walked outside. Since coming to the chawl, the stares had only become more intense, even though she avoided showing her ass in tight jeans. That’s the only reason she always wore a kurta, to cover how rounded and bubbly her ass looked in a pair of denims.
She had gotten in the bed, and under the sheet. While she waited for Ramesh to come back, she covered all of herself with the bed-sheet, feeling naked even when there was nobody else in the room. There was a part of her that told her to pack her things and leave. The city big, there sure would be something that she could manage to do. Going back to the jhopri she grew up in wasn’t an option. It was worse than being with Ramesh here.
She twisted and turned, trying to find a comfortable repose. She didn’t even know what it would be like the next evening. And the days to come, all the things that she would be asked to do. In the shock of hearing what Ramesh had to say, she had forgotten to ask her what kind of money he thought Roli would fetch. She winced at the thought, to think of herself in terms of money.
Money had always been a number for Roli. She had never seen enough of it to understand how much was really a big amount of money. Of course, she knew that the ₹50,000 that her mausi and mausa stole from her was a large sum. Would she be able to earn that back quickly? Would she have any say in how much she was worth for? When you don’t know your worth, how do you price yourself?
Ramesh knocked on the door. Roli got up and and let him in.
Ramesh had looked at her a thousand times before. But that night, after that proposition, she felt his stare. She felt his stare on her breasts, the way the nighty hugged her breasts. She hunched a little, so that her breasts looked smaller than they are.
When she turned around, and walked to the door, Roli felt his stare on her ass. There wasn’t anything that she could do about it. She walked to the bed and lied down quietly and turned to face the other side.
She heard Ramesh strike a match stick and light a cigarette. There wasn’t any window in the chawl, except for one which opened to the corridor. Ramesh would often push open the window for some circulation, but that night he didn’t do it.
Roli turned around, to see him. He was wearing his usual shirt and jeans, tucked out and worn down blue shirt. Roli remembered that it was the shirt he was wearing when he had asked her to come with him to his chawl in Byculla. He had said that she will be free, that she will be away from her thieving adopted relatives.
Ramesh looked at her and said, “You want one?”
Roli nodded, and got out of the bed again. Ramesh took out a cigarette, placed it between his lips, lit it and gave it to Roli. That’s how he did it for Roli always. It was intimate, but it felt warm too, to take a lit cigarette from Ramesh. When she took the cigarette from Ramesh’s hand, their fingers brushed, like they always did. Roli wouldn’t make much of it, but that evening she did.
She puffed her cigarette, sitting on the plastic chair nearby, as Ramesh stood by the window and smoked.
“How long have you been thinking about this?” Roli asked him.
“About what?”
“You know what?”
Ramesh turned towards her, rested himself against the ledge of the window, and said, “For a while.”
“You wanted to do this when you asked me to run away from my home?”
Ramesh was quiet for a moment, “No. I thought I can manage enough at work for both of us, but it’s getting difficult for me. And —”
“I can do other things. I can —”
“You cannot,” Ramesh said, with a tone of finality.
“But —”
“You cannot do anything which will get you as much as your body does,” Ramesh said. Roli felt him staring at her breasts. She hunched forward instinctively, trying to make herself smaller.
“How much?” Roli finally managed to ask the question that she had been thinking about since Ramesh left. She immediately puffed at her cigarette.
“A lot more than what was stolen from you,” Ramesh said, throwing his cigarette away, and closing the window.
“How can you be sure?” Roli asked, taking the final puff of her cigarette.
Ramesh looked at her, with an expression of amazement. “What do you think I do?”
“What?”
“How do you think I make my money?” Ramesh asked, walking up to her.
“You never told me. I have asked —”
“What I am planning to do with you, I do it for a living. I have been doing it for years. I am the one who brings people to the whores they want to fuck,” Ramesh walked past her, to get himself a glass of water.
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Roli was shocked. She blinked rapidly, to avoid tearing up. What has she walked herself into?
“You have other girls like me, in different places?”
“There’s nobody like you, Roli. And I want you to believe that,” Ramesh said, sipping his glass of water.
“But you just said —”
“Yes, there are young girls. But they aren’t as pretty as you are. They don’t have your ass, they don’t have thick thighs like you. And those breasts. People will pay just to suck your nipples,” Ramesh said.
Roli’s face crunched in disgust, “You didn’t answer my question! Are there other girls like me, whom you have kept —”
“No. I am the one who simply advertises, and arranges for meet-ups. These girls are owned by other people. You are the only —”
“I am the only one you own?” Roli said, her tone stern. She got up from the chair, and threw the cigarette on the floor.
Ramesh saw that and looked at her. “I do not own you.”
He said each of those words, with his teeth clenched.
“How can you do this, Ramesh? I trusted you. And you? You take girls like me, and sell them?” Roli’s voice had more disgust than anger.
Ramesh was quiet. He kept his glass down, slow and deliberate. He looked at her, crossed his arms and said, “I am not proud of what I do. And someday, I want to stop doing this. I want the same thing that you do Roli — freedom. As I said, you can walk away right now. I do not own you.”
He sighed after he said that. He continued, “But, if you stay,” he uncrossed his arms and walked towards her, “if you stay, we can together, get out of all this. We can live a life together, do things that money can buy.”
Roli broke down.
She hadn’t cried in a while. In fact, she hadn’t cried since the time she was in the back of the bike, with Ramesh, when she was going to collect bodies with Sr. 1455 and Sr. 1466. She had howled that day. But in the years after that, she had never shed a tear. Not that her mausi and mausa kept her happy. It was because she refused to feel anything.
You cannot be sad, if you are not happy.
When she moved away from the house, and started living with Ramesh, slowly and steadily she had let herself feel again. She liked waking up in the morning, with Ramesh’s arm around her waist. She liked sipping her tea while she watched him sleep, while she eyed his erection. She liked talking with him, even though it was for a very short time in the day. She liked his smile, she liked how sometimes he made her laugh.
When the same man had told her that she had to shed her clothes to make money, it hurt. It wasn’t so much the disgust of being propositioned to be a whore that hurt her, it was that it was coming from Ramesh.
Ramesh wrapped his arms around Roli. She tried to push him away, but he wrapped his arms around her anyway. She cried, with her face buried in his chest.
“I am scared,” she said, between her cries.
“There’s nothing to be scared about. I will always be there for you. Nothing will happen to you,” Ramesh said, while running his hand on the back of her hair. Roli’s hair had come undone in all this.
“I don’t know what to do with men, I have —” Roli couldn’t finish the sentence, overcome by her cries.
“You don’t have to do anything. You have to simply let the things happen to you,” Ramesh said, holding the back of her head, comforting her.
Despite everything, Roli felt safer with her head in his chest. That evening she came to know much more about Ramesh than she had in the couple of months of staying together. And yet. And yet, she felt safe, with his arms around him.
She raised her head, and looked up. He had his eyes closed, as he was resting his chin on his forehead. Ramesh kept stubble. The beard prickled her forehead, but it was comforting nonetheless.
That night, for the first time ever, Roli and Ramesh slept while embracing them. Ramesh had his leg around her, his arms around her. Their faces were so close that they could have kissed. Yet, Ramesh had kissed her on the forehead, and told her to go to sleep.
Soon after, Roli felt his hand on her ass cheek. Ramesh didn’t squeeze or grabbed it, but his hand simply rested there. It was a relatively hot evening in February, but she felt more comfort than heat while sleeping like that.
Roli woke up later than usual the next morning. She pried herself out of Ramesh’s embrace, like she did every morning. She took a deep breath before getting out of the bed. She freshened up and made herself a cup of tea. Like every morning, she stared at Ramesh’s crotch. He wasn’t as hard as he usually was.
She looked at the time. Every passing minute, brought her closer to the evening, when she had to get out of her clothes and be in this room. In front of two strange men. And Ramesh. There were so many things that she still didn’t know about the evening — what she was meant to do and not to do.
She finished her tea, and browsed her phone as she waited for Ramesh to wake up. She saw his packet of cigarettes lying on the table. She took one out and put it between her lips. In all this time of smoking, she had never lit a cigarette for herself.
She struck the match-stick, and lit it.
It felt different than it did when she was handed a lit cigarette. She was puffing at her cigarette when she saw Ramesh rouse.
He rubbed his eyes, and looked at her. He smiled, and Roli smiled back.
She took out a cigarette, and took it to him. She had changed into her usual day attire of a kurta and salwar.
Ramesh took the cigarette from her and lit it.
“How did you sleep last night?” He asked.
“It was alright,” Roli said, in between the puffs of her cigarette.
“I will leave late, around 4 PM, and will come back with my friends,” Ramesh said while smoking his cigarette.
Will come back with my friends. That line suddenly made Roli’s anxieties real again. Ramesh saw Roli’s face tense up.
“And, in the meantime, we will prepare you for the evening,” Ramesh said, getting off the bed.
“Prepare me? How?” Roli asked, morbidly eager to know the ordeal of her naked display around the house.
“I will go down and get a few things for you,” Ramesh shouted back from the bathroom, as he peed. Roli could hear the sound of his pee splashing in the toilet. She didn’t register such things earlier. But that morning, her senses were heightened.
“I will go with you,” Roli said.
“Why? It will be —” Ramesh paused, “Yes, come with me. I want you to be comfortable with these things.”
The first stop that they made was at a pharmacy. Roli had changed into one of her better kurtas, half sleeved and a little more fitting. The kurta hugged her waist line, and accentuated the curves of her 18 year-old body.
“A large packet of Durex condoms,” Ramesh said to the pharmacist.
Roli was looking around the shop at the time. Hearing condoms made her look at Ramesh immediately. Right then, the pharmacist looked at Roli. Their eyes met. Roli turned away. There was a lady pharmacist too, who was a little farther away, but she too was looking at her. There was a sly smile on her face. Roli looked away, her ears hot from blushing.
“A female razor, and do you have lube?” Ramesh asked, almost mechanically. Roli stood beside him, with her head down, studying her feet intensely.
“Anything else?” the pharmacist said, after keeping all the items in one place. Roli looked at them, a grey packet of condoms, a bottle and a razor. Roli took the bottle of lube in her hand and studied it. She wanted to ask Ramesh what it was for, but decided against it. She knew what condoms were for. She looked at the razor and imagined shaving herself. It was scary to even imagine it.
Once out of the pharmacy, she asked Ramesh in a low voice, “What was in the bottle?”
“It’s lube. You probably won’t require it today, but later, it will make sex less painful,” Ramesh said, in a flat voice.
“You do this for every girl?” Roli asked.
“No, only for those I like,” Ramesh said sitting on her bike. Roli had the bag from the pharmacy in her hand, and sat behind him, resting her hands on his shoulder.
“Let’s go home. I was thinking we will go to buy some sexy panties and bras for you, but I think we will invest in it later,” Ramesh kick started his bike.
When they got home, the first thing Roli did was take out the bottle of lube and open it. It smelled sweet. Then she studied the packet of condoms. 10N it said. She shook it. It had a plastic wrapping around it.
Ramesh was intently looking at her as Roli was studying these things. It was close to 12 PM by then. Ramesh won’t have to leave for some time. He decided to spend the time, doing what he loved — training women.
“Roli?” Ramesh said, and waited for Roli to look at him.
He was sitting on the chair, while Roli was on the bed, with the packet of condoms, lube and the razor spread out.
“How much do you know about sex?” Ramesh asked, resting his elbows on his knees. He asked it with a smile.
“Umm,” Roli looked away from him.
“I want you to be honest, and say whatever comes to your mind,” Ramesh said.
“I have seen it. I mean, I have seen porn videos. I didn’t have any friends with whom I could have talked about it, but yeah, I have seen it,” Roli said.
“Hmm,” Ramesh leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms.
“Porn and real life sex are very different. But yeah, it’s a good start, especially because your job is to put on a show,” Ramesh said, after thinking for a moment.
“I don’t know how to put on a show. I haven’t watched that much porn. I —”
“Did you ever have a boyfriend?” Ramesh asked.
“What? No. I would have told you if I did,” Roli said. She was hurt a little by it. She thought Ramesh knew how close she was to him.
“I am asking this to know if you have ever been touched or seen naked by someone,” Ramesh eyed her.
“No,” Roli answered, sitting up straighter.
“Well, then before this evening, you have to get used to being sexual,” Ramesh said.
“Why don’t you stand up and take off your clothes,” Ramesh added quickly.
“What?”
“You heard me. And, this is for the future, never question me in front of others. You do what I tell you to do. You can ask me why and what later, but only when we are alone. Do you understand?” Ramesh said.
Ramesh kept his voice firm and even.
Roli nodded slowly and stood up. She didn’t do anything else for a moment, not sure how to begin.
“Remember what I told you? You have the kind of body that men will pay anything for. Show me that body,” Ramesh said, as he placed his hands on his thigh, his right hand closer to his crotch than he usually did.
Roli stood up and faced Ramesh. Unsure about what to do, she just looked at him.
“First take off your kurta,” Ramesh said, reaching for his cigarette.
Roli reached for the hem of her kurta and started pulling it upwards. It got stuck when she was half way out of it. Ramesh stared at her bare belly and her breasts in the bra, as she struggled to take her kurta off.
When Roli was finally out of it, she held the kurta in a ball, and covered her breasts.
Ramesh chuckled, “Roli, your breasts will buy you things, don’t cover them.”
Roli smiled slightly and let the kurta down on the bed.
“Go on,” Ramesh said, while lighting his cigarette.
His eyes were fixed on Roli, as she undid the knot of her salwar, and let it fall down. She bent over a little, exposing much of her cleavage, as she got out of the salwar. She kept the salwar on the bed, beside her kurta.
She stood up straight, with her arms beside her.
Ramesh had never seen Roli like that.
Without her clothes, Roli looked more vulnerable, as if that were possible. She had her hair tied back in a tight bun. Her neck looked delicate, now that she was only wearing a bra and panty. She stood there, trying to make her body look smaller, by squeezing her arms close to her body.
Roli’s body was too sexual to be contained that way. Her thighs were thick and soft, her belly flat and yet hints of fat, and her breasts, even though entirely covered by the cheap bra, seemed ample and delicious to suck on. Ramesh involuntarily touched his dick as he studied Roli.
There was so much potential in her body, so many pleasures that her body can give. Ramesh could see Roli being popular, being priced well, he could see her young body under countless men, draining them of their cum and money. But, first he had to make her familiar with men touching her and to teach her how to touch men.
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“Good. From now till I come back with my friends, I want you to go around the house, like this. I want you to get used to this, this form of yours. Clothes are your enemies. Do you understand?”
Roli gave a slight nod.
Ramesh finished his cigarette and got up. He was wearing a casual trouser. Roli’s eyes darted to the erection in his crotch. Ramesh saw her looking at it.
“Yes, this is the kind of effect you will have on men, simply by standing in front of them. And you haven’t even taken off all your clothes,” Ramesh said, touching his dick.
Roli’s mouth gaped at the blatant lewdness. She had seen his erection through the pants before, but it was the first time she saw an erection from Ramesh for her. She felt something she hadn’t felt before — a tingling between her legs. Her heart beat quickened.
Much more happened between that and Ramesh leaving. Ramesh asked her to shave off her pubic hair. Roli told him that she was scared.
Ramesh asked her to take her panty off. It was the first time ever that Roli took off her panty for someone. She felt Ramesh’s stare at her crotch. She tried to cover it with her palm, but Ramesh slapped her wrists aside.
“Never cover yourself in front of a man. Every part of you is beautiful, Roli. Even the bush,” he said, looking at her bush closely.
He made her sit on the bed, and got a bucket of water. He crouched in front of her, and asked her to spread her legs. It was uncomfortable for Roli, to spread her legs, to expose herself like that, especially because her pussy kept tingling all along.
When she felt Ramesh’s wet hand touch her pussy, she winced. Ramesh lathered his hand with some soap, and then rubbed her crotch, till her pubes were lathered up. Roli felt a kind of pleasure she was not used to, she wished Ramesh continued lathering her.
When the cold razor started working on her pubic hair, Roli was conscious and scared. She had never been touched down there by anyone else, let alone have her pubic hair shaved. She tried to focus on the mess that was happening on the floor, with water dripping on the floor.
Ramesh worked on her pussy, gently and lovingly. It was intimate, and once Roli saw the first inches of her skin above, she started feeling sexier. And she also loosened up, getting more and more comfortable letting Ramesh work on her pussy. Ramesh was quiet as he shaved inch by inch, every bit of hair from her pussy.
He left some, just above her slit, “This will make all this look sexier,” he said as he looked at her pussy from every side.
Ramesh, with whom she had been sleeping for months, in front of whom she had stripped to her bra and panty, and who had shaved her pussy hair off, still continued to amaze her. She had seen the erection he got for her, and yet, he didn’t try to touch her more than it was necessary.
When he was done with her, he got up, wiped his hands dry and stared at her shaven pussy, “It looks good. I am sure my friends will be impressed by you,” he said.
“Ramesh?” Roli said, while putting her panty back on.
He turned towards her. “Do I take off my bra and panty in front of them on my own or do you tell me to?”
Ramesh smiled at the naive question. “You open the door in your panty and bra. Let the men do other things,” he said. He held her bare shoulders and squeezed them.
“It will be fun. Just let your body be loose. And I will be around always, so, you don’t have to worry about anything,” Ramesh said.
That was a lie. But Roli won’t know about it for a while.
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