About a Common Whore - 3
An Evening of Whoring
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Previously
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After Ramesh left that afternoon, the wait for her first evening as a whore was interminable. Roli tried to sleep, but she couldn’t. She had never slept in her underwear. The sheet felt odd, touching her in places that she was not used to handling it.
She got up and walked around the house. Even that felt different. Her freshly shaven pussy felt every bit of movement of the panty as she walked. The fabric of the panty, which she had worn countless times, felt new. It felt lewd to walk around like that. It felt colder down there, without her pubic hair, and every time she walked, the fabric of the panty rubbing against her clit made her pussy tingle. That in turn, made her pussy hot. It was a roller coaster ride of desire, even when she simply moved around the house.
To pass the time, she smoked. She had never smoked alone. Ramesh always left a spare pack of cigarettes in the house, but in all this time, Roli had never lit one when she was all alone.
She sat on the plastic chair, in her panty. The plastic chair felt cold and hard against her almost bare buttocks. It took her some time to find the position she was comfortable in. She lit a cigarette and smoked it casually, observing the smoke that she exhaled and how it diffused up in the air.
She looked down at her body. She had never spent so much time without her clothes, she had never seen herself sitting on a chair, in her bra and panty. She looked down at her cleavage. She squeezed her arms together and saw the bosom of her breasts push up. She rocked her shoulders and saw her breasts wobble at the motion.
Her body felt alien to her. Living in that jhopri all those years, she had never gotten the privacy to do all these. Suddenly she realized, that all these things won’t be private. She looked at the time, it was close to 5 PM. 2 hours, and two strange men would come into the house. They will see her that way. They will see parts of her that only she had seen. And Ramesh. Ramesh was different, but still. With those other men — Roli’s imagination spiraled out of control.
She puffed at her cigarette furiously to calm her nerves. When she was done with the cigarette, she let the butt fall on the floor, with the intention of cleaning everything before the guests for the evening showed up.
The lube and the condoms were lying on the table, beside the packet of cigarettes. She took the packet of condoms in her hand and read everything on it. She didn’t understand much, except the picture which showed the condom on a hard dick.
Her pussy tinged, because of the way she was sitting, her panty was digging into her crotch. She inserted her hand inside her pussy and tried to push the panty in place. In doing that, her fingers brushed past her clitoris.
Roli wasn’t naive to the ways of pleasure. Yes, she was inexperienced, but all she needed was a group of chatty friends and a cheap internet plan to see all sorts of videos. It was difficult to touch herself when she was in her jhopri, and once here, she kept herself busy looking at YouTube videos and trying to keep the chawl as clean as was humanly possible.
That afternoon though, anxious about the evening ahead, she decided to look at porn.
Roli clicked on the very first video that she could find on xvideos. It was a video shot on a cheap smartphone. Earlier when she would watch such videos, she didn’t realize how similar the surroundings of the videos looked to her chawl. In the video, a slim girl, almost malnourished, was being fucked by the man who was holding the camera.
She was much darker than Roli, and her tits were smaller than Roli’s. And yet, her naked breasts moved, along with the camera, as she was fucked by the man. The man would shift the focus of the camera from her breasts to her pussy. Between her legs, Roli could see the man’s dick thrusting in and out of the girl’s pussy. The man’s dick was dark and glistening.
Roli slipped her hand inside her panty, touching her newly shaven skin for the first time, and slowly moving to her still slightly bushed clit. The texture of her skin made her feel hot. She has touched herself before, but that afternoon, after Ramesh shaved her pussy so that she can be displayed naked to men, she felt an electric current run through her spine, the moment her fingers brushed past her clit.
In the video, the man was focusing on their sexes combined. The girl had started to cream, leaving a thick white layer on the man’s dark dick.
Roli moved her hand further down, to touch her slit. She had been feeling wet, since the time Ramesh was shaving her, since the time she felt his eyes looking straight at her slit. She wondered if Ramesh had realized that he had made her wet.
As she thought about the shaving earlier, she tried to spread her legs wider, but the armrests of the plastic chair prevented her thighs from going further. She banged her thighs against the armrest, as she rubbed her slit, looking at the video of a girl, not very different from her, getting fucked in the video. In between all these, the sight of Ramesh between her legs, carefully shaving her pubic hair flashed through.
She started feeling her nipples tighten. Her breasts were warming up, her chest full of a fire, that needed to be quenched. She moved up to rub her clit. And right then, the video ended.
Frantically, she clicked the next video recommendation. She didn’t read the caption to the video — $2 Indian Whore with a Black Man.
She moved the seeker forward to stop at the scene where the girl was naked, and was on her back, waiting to be penetrated. The camera was being held by someone else. She watched in the video, as the black man whipped his long hard dick, hitting the girl’s pussy with his dick. The girl winced, covering her mouth, and yet smiling, amazed by the size of the dick that she was about to be penetrated with.
Roli wondered if she would ever have a dick like that. It was painfully pleasurable to see the girl take in her biggest dick. Roli focused on her face, the girl’s eyes widening as she felt the full length of the black man’s dick enter her.
Roli's legs had started to spasm. She would try to keep them open, but they wouldn’t stop twitching with pleasure. She was close. She started rubbing herself vigorously as she saw the girl fucked hard. She whimpered, and she put her hands on the man’s chest, but he continued to fuck her. She shook her head, before throwing her head back, and slacking her arms, to take in her fate of getting stretched by a dick of a size that she had only heard of.
Roli was close to cumming. What pushed her over, was the caption. When the man was fucking the girl vigorously, Roli saw the word “whore” in the caption. The girl was just like Roli. Or what Roli would start becoming from that evening.
When she came, the images that flashed past her head were Ramesh’s face, two faceless men, staring at her naked body, and Ramesh telling them how much she was worth. Her mouth went slack, as she imagined being paraded, priced, and fucked by a man with a dick the size that she just saw.
After Roli was done cumming, she gathered herself. Her legs felt stiff from the spasms, when she tried to get up from the chair and lie down on the bed. She touched her panty, at the spot which was right at her slit. It had gotten stained with her juices.
Roli had cum before, but that afternoon, was different. She felt tired, and after a long time, didn’t feel like she will scream from her anxieties. She walked to the bed, and dropped on it, still in her bra and her cum-stained panty. She covered herself with the bedsheet, and closed her eyes.
Roli woke up with a start. It had gotten darker in the room, since the time she had fallen asleep. She reached for her phone, to see the time. It was 0645 PM. She threw the bedsheet away, and got off the bed.
She went to the dingy sink and splashed her face with water. She looked at the reflection of her face in the hazy mirror. Her eyes looked puffy and rested. Her mind though, felt foggy. She rinsed her mouth, tied her hair the way she liked it, all the while looking at her bosoms, replicating every slight movement of her shoulders, jiggling, ever so slightly even when all she was doing was tying her hair.
After she padded her face dry, she looked around the house. There wasn’t much to do, except maybe a light broom, to move away the ashes and the cigarette butt. She went around the house, brooming in her bra and panty. She was finally done with things, a little after 7 PM.
Roli’s heart was racing, thinking about the knock on the door, any time now. She tried to calm herself down, by thinking that it was just viewing, that they will only stare at her naked body. Touching herself in the afternoon, and moving around the house in her underwear, she felt more confident about herself. She had started getting used to having a shaven pussy, even liking the increased sensation between her legs.
With nothing much to do, except wait, Roli sat down on the sole plastic chair in the house, and lit a cigarette. She had placed a small katori with some water, the way Ramesh did, to shed the ashes from the cigarette.
As she exhaled the smoke, she crossed her legs and studied her bare legs. She squeezed her thighs, and felt that they could be more soft. After the time went past 7 PM, she had stopped thinking about what it will be like. She had steeled herself to hear anything and to be looked at in whatever the men would do. Ramesh would be there, he’d take care of things, she had told herself.
Her cigarette was half finished when there was a knock on the door.
Roli stubbed her cigarette and let out a long sigh, to calm her nerves. As she approached the door, she heard men laughing. She could recognize Ramesh’s voice, but the other two voices were strange. She unlatched the door, closed her eyes, and finally opened the door.
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The men become quiet, the moment the door was opened. All three men, stared at her. Ramesh was in front, flanked by two of his friends. Roli tried to smile, but they weren’t smiling. They were unabashedly checking her out, running their eyes over every inch of her naked skin.
Roli felt her skin prickle, goosebumps. She stepped aside from the door, still holding the door, waiting for the men to come in.
“Let’s go inside. I don’t want others to see who is waiting for us here,” Ramesh finally said.
The two other men walked in, still looking at Roli. She managed to keep a feeble smile on as she closed the door behind them. She noticed one of the men carrying a large black plastic bag. He set it down on the table and said to Ramesh, “I need to pee.”
“Sure, why are you acting as if you are here for the very first time,” Ramesh slapped his friend’s back.
Once the other man was gone, Roli looked at Ramesh, still holding a feeble smile on her face. She had hunched forward, and had clasped her hand. The stares of these men on her, had started making her uncomfortable, more than she had expected.
“This is Raju,” Ramesh pointed to the man sitting on the bed. When Roli looked at her, he nodded, his gaze lingering on her breasts.
“And the one who has gone inside is Amir,” Ramesh said, sitting down on the plastic chair.
Roli nodded.
“Does she not speak?” Raju asked Ramesh.
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“I do, I do,” Roli said reflexively.
Raju and Ramesh laughed out loud.
“Why don’t you come and sit here,” Raju patted beside him.
Roli looked at Ramesh, who nodded.
With her hands clasped, she took small steps, and reached the edge of the bed.
“What are you waiting for, sit,” Raju said, grabbing her wrist. Roli sat down immediately.
Raju slid towards her, touching his knees to Roli’s Roli folded her hands and rested them on her lap. She kept her eyes down, looking at her bare thighs.
“Raju, I told you, no touching. All you get to do for free is look at her,” Ramesh said.
Amir had come into the room by then. He walked up to the table, and took out a cigarette and lit it.
“Yeah, I know. But when I agreed to that, I didn’t know that this girl looked like this,” Raju said. From the corner of her eyes, Roli could feel his stare on her breasts.
“She’s nice. I haven’t seen something like her in a while,” Amir said, puffing at this cigarette, standing beside Ramesh.
“Someone,” Ramesh said, correcting Amir about referring to Roli as just a thing and then to Raju, he said, “No touching.” Ramesh reached for the plastic bag and said, “Roli, get a plate and three glasses.”
Roli sprang to her feet, finding the excuse to get away from Raju. As she went to the kitchen slab to get the plate and glasses, she could feel Raju’s stare at her panty-clad ass. She wished she could cover it with her hands, or even better, leave the room. But she was in it too deep.
Roli got the things that Ramesh had asked for. She had lean over a little to put the plate and glasses down. She could feel the air in the room hit her cleavage, making it all too obvious that more of her breasts were visible as she leaned over.
It was an important evening in Roli’s life. That evening she learned to see men for what they really were. Raju and Amir looked very different. Raju was taller and bulkier, with a redoubtable belly. He was dark, and had curly unkempt hair. When she was sitting beside him, she could smell her jhopri on him — the smell of dirt and sweat. He was wearing a shirt, the buttons to which parted at his belly, revealing the undershirt he was wearing. He had no watch in his hand, but a thick gold bracelet around his wrist.
Amir, on the hand, was light skinned. So fair that if someone pinched his cheeks, they will leave a mark. He was shorter than Raju, maybe an inch taller than Roli. He had short hair, a crew cut, and wore a tee shirt that had the peace symbol on it. He was thin, almost malnourished. Amir smelled of perfume — intense and loud. His voice was huskier than Raju’s.
For all their differences, the two men saw Roli the same way — as a thing of desire. Raju kept touching his crotch as he talked to Ramesh, with an eye on Roli. He reminded Roli of her mausa, in the way he looked at her. Amir was more interested in the whisky and the chicken lollipops in front of him.
After the plate was set down, and the lollipops were dumped, the drinks were made, the men started drinking. Roli simply stood there, watching the proceedings, unsure of what to do and what to say. The men made jokes about people that she didn’t know about, about things that she didn’t understand.
She had expected Ramesh to pay more attention to her, but instead, he was busy biting down at the chicken and sipping his drink. When the men were busy talking, Roli took out a cigarette and lit it for herself. Ramesh looked at her, but continued talking amongst his friends.
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Raju was drinking fast. Roli’s job was to fill up the glass when it emptied. And to do that she had lean. Every time she did that, she saw Raju peer down at her cleavage, and touch his crotch. She suspected that he drank fast simply for the opportunity to peer down at her breasts.
They finished eating, and Roli picked up the plate. She was at the sink, rinsing it off, when she heard Ramesh say, “So, what do you guys think? You are willing to pay to see her strip down?”
Roli’s eyes widened. She turned around to look at the group of men sitting behind her. She looked at Ramesh, who was looking at his friends, waiting for their response.
“Yaar, ₹1000 just to see her naked is expensive,” Raju said, sipping his fourth drink, and smiling at Roli when they made eye contact.
Roli felt her skin prickle again. This time, she felt goosebumps on her inner thighs too.
“Yeah, and that’s ₹1000 from each of us,” Amir said. He was sitting on the floor, while Ramesh was on the plastic chair, and Raju was on the bed.
“Come on. You know me for so long. I never overcharge. Won’t be charging you a lot if I didn’t know it was worth it. Nobody has seen her without her bra and panty, not even me,” Ramesh said, with almost a tinge of pride in his voice.
Roli turned her head away, kept the plate down, wiped her hand and walked to the trio who were discussing the price to see her naked. It was a weird feeling, for lack of a better word. She felt disgusted, but at the same time, living the life she had lived, ₹2000, just to take off her bra and panty sounded exciting. She felt angry, at being priced, without Ramesh asking her ever if she was comfortable, but she also felt her pussy tingle at the thought of peeling off her cum-stained panty in front of these men, and to finally get out of the bra, and let Raju see her tits in all their glory.
Everyone was quiet for a moment, as they thought about the price of Roli’s naked body. Roli in the meantime, came and stood beside Ramesh.
“Okay,” Ramesh took Roli’s hand in his, and said, “If ₹2000 seems a lot to just see her, how about you both together pay ₹5000 and touch her, how ever you want to.”
Roli’s mouth gaped. She felt Ramesh’s finger tighten around her wrist. She didn’t try to pull her hand away, but being held like that by Ramesh made her want to do so.
The day before, when Ramesh had told Roli about the evening, he had said that she would have to roam around naked and that’d be all. He had even gone on to say that it will be a free exhibition, a sort of advertisement. It was only then that Roli came to know that he had put a price on even seeing her naked. And now touching. And how ever they wanted to.
Roli instinctively looked at Raju, who had been eager to touch her from the beginning.
“In any way we want to?” Amir asked. He was looking up at Roli, his eyes were on her panty.
“Yes, but only hands. No kissing. No blow jobs,” Ramesh said, rubbing Roli’s wrist with his thumb.
“Arey yaar, you make such random rules,” Raju said, shaking his head, and getting up from the bed, to pour himself another drink.
“Yeah Ramesh. Cut us some slack. We want to enjoy this girl. Don’t put all these restrictions. Tell a final price, for everything,” Amir said, stubbing his cigarette.
Ramesh took a deep breath, and looked at Roli.
Roli was genuinely scared. Everything was moving too fast. What did everything even mean?
“Look guys, she’s new. This will be her first time —” Ramesh started saying.
Raju scoffed, “Stop lying. She has been moving around, half naked all evening, in front of us, teasing us, leaning over to show us her breasts, and you are saying she has never done these things before?” Amir chuckled.
“It is her first time. She wouldn’t even know how to give a hand-job. She has never even touched a dick. I am a good trainer, but everything will take time. And about lying, in all these years, have you ever seen me lying about a girl to you? All the girls I have arranged for you, were they ever less than what I claimed them to be?” Ramesh sighed, as he finished speaking. “Light me a cigarette,” he told Roli, letting her hand go.
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As Roli was lighting the cigarette, she felt Amir’s hand on her thighs. She flinched, stepping back, covering her crotch with her free hand. The room was suddenly quiet. Amir looked at her, and then at Raju, “Raju, she is probably new, or can act as a new girl very well. It doesn’t matter much which of these is true.”
Amir took out his phone, and checked something, before looking up at Ramesh, “Alright, tell us the price for everything. And by that, I mean everything.”
“₹50,000,” Ramesh said, and took the cigarette from Roli’s finger. She looked at him, but he was focused on negotiating a price for her.
₹50,000. The money that she was to receive as compensation for her parents’ death at a construction site. The money that she looked forward to getting after enduring 2 horrible years at her faux relatives. The money that was stolen from her. All that money, in an evening? Roli felt light-headed. She was still anxious about what ‘everything’ meant. She stopped her inner voice from yelling at her what everything meant.
It was a special evening for Roli. It was the evening she became a woman. It was the evening, she became a whore.