Concupiscence - Issue#3
The Real Estate Broker
The past week has been pretty slow for me. It’s been ages since I have written a post on The Wild Indica. It has been demotivating with couple of Reddit users just vanishing after I spent days interviewing them. I try my best to verify that the girls/couples whom I want to write about are ‘real’. But well, I had to drop a few posts because of identity issues.
As I type this, I am interviewing u/yoursparrowbabe and u/sheabutterbaebee. Both of them lovely young girls. I am almost done with the former’s interview, and would soon start typing up the post about her.
The Real Estate Broker
One of the pitfalls of living in Bombay is the yearly decision of renewing the rent agreement. I am a long way from being able to afford buying a place in the city (especially in an area, which is too far to tell a girl “let’s go to my place”). I’m in the last month of my agreement, and I spent my last weekend visiting properties. My experience with brokers has been neutral.
I called up the first broker that I found online, and told them my requirements. The girl introduced herself as Shreya, and told me to WhatsApp her the rent range and where I would be needing the property. I added her number and opened her chat to send her a message. I sent a hi, and she replied. Her profile picture wasn’t visible until she replied.
I was expecting the logo of the agency as her pfp, but it was her. She was pretty to look at — a sharp nose, a soft face, and from what I could make of her chest, she had a good bust. In the picture, she was posing in a mall, against a wall, pushing her chest outwards, dressed in a yellow top. She looked young, probably in her early twenties.
We decided to meet up in the first property at 4 PM on Saturday, and see two others that afternoon. I texted Nidhi that I won’t be able to come to her place on Saturday. She told me to be at her place on Thursday and Friday, so that she could drain me dry for the weekend. I happily obliged.
That Saturday was particularly unproductive. I came back from Nidhi’s place around 10am, and decided to skip breakfast. I smoked cigarettes and sipped coffee, while I played Assassin’s Creed. My Fortnite mates weren’t around, so I played some Fortnite Solos. At around 2, I made myself lunch, and texted Shreya to confirm about our 4 PM meeting.
She sent me the address, and said that she will be there by 4. I checked her profile picture again. Gaming for hours, and the general boredom, made me want to jerk off to this young girl, whom I’d be meeting in empty flats soon. I was touching myself, when I got a few messages from r/yoursparrowbabe. We spent some time chatting up about the interview, and iron out some details. When I checked the time, it was close to the time I were to leave.
I reached the society a little before 4 PM. I liked the parking, and looking at the cars, it was unlikely that I would’ve nosy nobodies checking out the girls coming to my place.
I called Shreya.
“Yes sir, I would be there in 5 mins. Where are you exactly?”
“I am parked near the entrance. When you reach the entrance, give me a call.”
I could hear the auto in the background. She called me a little after 4 PM. I flickered my light and she gestured me to come to her. Shreya was wearing a kurta and salwar that day. It wasn’t shapely, and I knew it because I had spent some more time staring at her pfp while waiting in the car for her. The loose kruta hid how shapely her breasts. If it were not for the breeze pressing the kurta against her ass, I wouldn’t have known how bubbly her butt was. She almost a foot shorter than me, and as I walked towards her, I saw her brushing off the loose strands of her hair off her eyes.
She had important looking stuff in her hand, which turned out to be pamphlets for the agency.
“Hi sir” she said, as she handed me the bright blue pamphlet, with stock photos of apartments and the face of a ungainly balding man. “Best rates for Best flats” was their slogan. It was a graphic tragedy. I was studying it, almost standstill.
“The first flat is here, sir, on the sixth floor” she started walking towards the building. The security guard knew her, smiled at her. I saw him turn is head, and look at her ass as she walked past him. He looked at me, his smile almost entirely gone. I nodded to him, taking off my sunglasses, only for him to adjust himself in the chair without acknowledging my nod. Rude.
I followed Shreya to the lift lobby. I stared at her ass, just as the guard did. There wasn’t much to see, but she had a sway to her gait, which made you want to look her walk away. As we waited for the lift to come down, she asked me, “Are you single?”
“Yes” I said. I tucked in my glasses in my pocket.
If it weren’t for the situation, a young attractive girl, who was walking up to an empty apartment with you, asking if you were single, would have been exciting. But it’s a question, which I have to answer every time I look for a place in the city. I make it a point to say this to the brokers up front, that I am a ‘bachelor’. I was glad that Shreya at least asked me if I were single.
We entered the lift. It was a rather small lift for two people. Our shoulders weren’t touching, but I was sure that the fabrics of our clothes were touching. She adjusted her stack of pamphlets.
“I can carry some of these” I extended my arm.
She smiled and shook her head. Her teeth were straight and white. It’s underrated how attractive it is in a girl. It makes the whole prospect of fucking her face, so more fun. We reached the sixth floor, I followed her to the apartment.
I liked the warm lights in the corridor, and a peaceful silence in the corridor. It’s hard to eat pussy, when children are running around outside the door. As she was keying in, I asked her, “Am I the first one whom you are showing this flat?”
“No sir. This flat was recently occupied. I was the one who got closed the deal on the last agreement also.”
“Oh!” I tucked my hands in my jeans pocket. I don’t like entering others’ houses, without my hands tucked in. Something about the fear of knocking things over. “So, you have been doing this for over a year! I thought you were too young for this”
She laughed, “I am doing this for almost two years, right after college”
She closed the door behind us. I wasn’t expecting that, especially because it was a female agent. The sound of the door close behind, with a girl all to you, is a nice feeling. Except, she wasn’t there for me, she was there to close the deal. I walked around the place. It was almost as large as my current place, although the geometry of the flat would mean, I would have to either give up on some of my furniture, or live in cramped up. I always like to adjust my sofa to leave enough space in the middle to sit or at least kneel. I have my quirks.
“And this is the bedroom”
I noticed the large window, and how it was almost straight in the line of sight of the bedroom of a apartment in front. I could see a woman moving around her bedroom, wearing a nighty.
“The windows are quite large. Would need thick curtains. Don’t want people there seeing me in the bedroom” I said.
She ignored the comment, and went on to tell me about the security deposit and the rent. They were all reasonable.
“Okay. But tell me, you have rented out flats here before. Are the neighbors nosy?”
“Meaning sir?” She asked.
“Meaning…” I took a few steps closer, and looked down, “I have many woman friends, and they like to come and stay over.” Her eyebrows were raised, just a little. She wasn’t judgemental, but there was certainly some surprise. I doubt how many of her potential tenants ask her about the neighbors.
“So… have you heard any complaints? Like any tenant being told to behave ‘appropriately’?” I air-quoted the words ‘appropriately’
“Ummm” She shifted in her feet, “No sir, I don’t know. The person before you lived with his family, and…” She looked around, trying to remember something, “… before that, I had rented a flat to a group of girls. I have heard nothing of that sort happening here”
“Hmmm” I looked out of the window. The woman across the window was tying her hair, with a clutcher between her teeth.
“Well, I guess, we will have to look around then. I am not into partying, but I don’t want any of my women being questioned by the guards when they leave in the morning” I said, checking the time.
I looked at her. Her expression was that of a tired girl, probably on the go since morning.
“Where’s the other property? We can go in my car.” I asked.
“Oh! That would be better. It’s just 5 minutes from here. But sir, I think, for your purpose, we will have to look for a flat in a better society, where most of the flats are for investment purposes.” She said, scrolling through her phone.
“Sure, lets see the place. Rent won’t be an issue. I am not the saving kind. Besides, what I told you now, it’d be better if you just keep it between us. I don’t want your boss knowing about this, neither the owner.”
“Sure sir, I understand”
“You are a fun agent, Shreya”
She looked up from her phone. Not knowing how to respond, she blurted, “I am more fun when I am not showing properties”
I laughed out. She spoke more than she wanted to, probably not knowing how to take the compliment. She was uncomfortable by then, starting to walk towards the door. I followed her.
She locked her phone when we were inside the lift and said, “Sorry sir, that property won’t be possible today. Keys are with someone else. Are you free tomorrow?”
I couldn’t bear spending another day waiting around for this.
“No… I am not free in the day, till next Saturday” I said.
“Okay sir, next Saturday then. I will text you the address”
We got off the lift, and I offered her to drop her wherever she wanted to go. She said no, I insisted.
“I actually have another showing at 5, in the same area” She said.
“Oh! So, you have almost half an hour of wait. What will you do?”
“Will make some calls, there’s a tea stall around, will have some tea” she said
“Okay, alright then. I’ll get going”
My phone buzzed when I had gotten in the car. It was a text from Shreya with the address. I looked up, and she was looking at me. I waved her and she waved back. I texted her, “Thank you. Maybe next time we can find out how fun you are when you are not showing properties”
I started my engine, but didn’t move till she unlocked her phone. She read it, and started typing. I opened her chat box, and yes, she was replying to me. But it was just a smiley. She looked up and our eyes met again. I smiled at her, and drove away.
Later that evening, I texted her again, making chit chat about the rent. She was responsive, and her messages were getting longer than just one liners. She had dropped saying ‘sir’ in the beginning of each message. I don’t like being called sir, unless it’s by Prerna.
I had made dinner. Nidhi was out for the night, which meant I had a long lonely night ahead. I re-watched the 3rd episode of House of the Dragon, while I drank my second glass of wine. My phone buzzed. It was Nidhi, sending me pictures of her with her friends. She was out clubbing, wearing a little black dress, that I had gifted her a couple of weeks ago. I zoomed in on some of her friends. She had told me their names, but I never registered, except for Sonika, who was this tall girl, who always wore deep cut tops in all the pictures of her.
I opened Shreya’s message again. It was close to 11 PM, and but she was still online. I opened her pfp, and fished out my dick. I touched myself, thinking of her lips wrapped around my dick. I was hard, and a little drunk, when I texted her, “Hi”
I went back to jerking off, making a mental note that I might need to find another broker soon. She replied almost instantly, “Hi”
“Nothing, just saw you online, thought would text you” I replied, and then sent four laughing emojis to soften my idiocy. Alcohol, jerking off and texting a girl don’t go well together.
“Haha. I was texting my friend” She replied.
I stopped jerking off, and typed with my both hands, “Oh? Boyfriend?” wink smiley.
She replied back with a wink smiley.
“I hope he doesn’t mind if you have some fun, outside of just showing properties” I texted.
“Haha. Depends on what kind of fun” wink smiley.
I stroked my dick a few times, knowing that I was close. I had to send the text, “I am sure it’s not the kind he’d like”
I came when she replied with the emoji of the monkey with its eyes covered.