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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
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MASSAGE PARLOUR
“Sorry for embarrassing you, Madam. If you do not mind, can I ask you a personal question that would, of course, be complimentary in nature?” Keeping my palms on the edge of the table at the left corner of the restaurant, I bent a little forward to look straight into her eyes with a smiling face and asked.
Sitting on the cushioned chair opposite the table, she was visibly taken aback with my approach and query. She shot a quick glance at my face. Though we were total strangers to each other, yet I had tried myself to make a polite and gentle appearance with good manners. I knew she was struggling to bring a smile on her lips while she replied.
“Yes, what’s it?” she asked.
“Are you aware or did anyone tell you before you are one of the most beautiful and charming lady in town?” I paused for a second and continued “I was being very honest and had not meant anything to offend you. However, if you felt it bad, I am sorry and I offer my profuse apologies” I said the way a nursery student would answer to his teacher in a hesitating manner the sum of two and two was four but he was not sure of it.
I didn’t have any doubt that my dart struck the bull’s eye, alright. Her face suddenly lit up the way a thousand volt bulb was switched on from under the skin!
“Oh, thank you very much. It’s so kind of you. To be honest reciprocally, no, nobody had told me so before” she said with a wide grin, adjusting the pallu of the sari on her shoulder.
“Oh my goodness! I am not disappointed for I had just lost the bet with my friend sitting over there” I turned to look at the heavily built man sitting at the right corner and looking at us “But I am greatly sad the people in this city are all either blind or could not identify the real beauty” I said trying to pump in conviction into what I had said.
“Oh you are very nice. I am flattered and elated. Thank you very much” she replied happily.
Offering my card from the wallet, I said to her “I am Jairaj, a senior executive in a big company. And, that is my friend Mr. Deepak, a successful businessman”.
She gave a glance to my card and kept it on her left hand.
“Nice to know you, Mr. Jairaj. I am Kalpana, practicing as an advocate” she introduced herself.
“My pleasure to know you too” I replied showing genuine delight and added “I think you are expecting your husband or friend to join you. Sorry for pestering you” I said apologetically trying to retreat.
“Oh, nothing of that sort, Mr. Jairaj. I am alone. You can join me. Two will be company” she said invitingly.
“Thank you very much, Madam. But how would three be?” I asked looking towards my friend.
‘Hahahaha…’ she giggled and said “Sure, your friend can join us”
I beckoned my friend and he came and joined us. I and he sat on the two chairs opposite her. I introduced my friend to her and vice versa. They nodded and expressed their happiness to know each other.
He too produced his visiting card and gave it to her. I noticed she studied his card the way it was a lottery ticket which had just won the bumper prize of ten million rupees. I was not astonished for the admiring but probing look she gave at my friend very often than at me. Deepak was well-built than me, alright. I had a hunch the fact that he was a successful businessman rolling in wealth that mattered much and weighed more on her weighing scale than me working in a company with limited monthly salary. But, what she perhaps did not know was that he was very frugal but I never cared my pocket for spending when I was on a specific mission.
I smiled to realize our first step was a success. Both I and Deepak were struggling hard for the last one week for this meeting. To be nearer the truth, it was Deepak who took the whole troubles and pains than me. He had worked like a private detective for the last three days following her like a shadow and collecting all information about her. He had alerted me to reach soon and join him in this restaurant as he had seen her getting in there.
While Deepak was glancing through the pages of menu booklet, I asked her “In which court you are practicing, Madam?”
“Oh, I don’t do much of practicing law. Only casually I go there. I too am into sort of a small business; you can call it” she replied with a smile.
“That’s great news!” I exclaimed and added “So, you are a woman entrepreneur. What line did you choose? Perhaps, it might interest Deepak”
Looking at Deepak who was still studying the menu booklet, she turned to reply “A small beauty-parlour setup downtown”.
“Nice to know. But then it is a very lucrative enterprise, I must say this particularly since the young generation are very much beauty-conscious” I said grinning.
“Hmmm….nothing bad I hope” she surmised.
I was not at all feeling uncomfortable as she continued to stare at Deepak than me.
The attendant reached with a smile to take our orders.
“Three orange juices, to start with” I said to him.
“You can have drinks if you do take. I don’t mind at all” she intruded.
“I don’t consume liquor. Deepak takes beer” I replied.
“Oh, then I can give company to your friend” she said smilingly.
We ordered two bottles of beer and one orange juice with some snacks.
“Do you do regular workouts, Mr. Deepak?” she asked my friend with a grin.
Her inquisitive query did not surprise us. Deepak was six feet in height with a strong muscular body. Whenever he folded his hands, his big rippling biceps threatened to tear his shirt’s half-sleeves. It would appear two small kids could easily sleep on his broad chest. He wore a long gold chain as big as an overhead power cable of electric trains, around his neck. His fist was almost the size of a coconut shell and could take the life out of an opponent in boxing ring. He had already knocked the teeth of several tough guys with it who had dared to be rough with him. Only I knew getting in close quarter to Deepak in a fight was as dangerous as going near a wounded tiger. He was reticent and normally he kept cool. Once he was made to flip his lid, he did not retreat till few bones on his annoyer’s body were broken.
“Yeah, he is a body-builder and a boxer” it was I who answered to her question.
“I hope you two are married” she asked questioningly.
“Yeah” I said and continued “Incidentally, both of our wives are at their parents’ houses for a couple of months for vacation”.
“Oh, so you are forced bachelors, right?” she asked with a suppressed giggle.
“You can say so” I said returning the laugh.
The waiter served us the drinks. She took one glass and poured beer into it like an expert. From the way she filled the glass, I knew she was not new to liquor. Showing right manner, she offered the filled-up glass to Deepak and went on to fill her own glass. We exchanged cheers to each other and took our first sips.
Over the drink we talked. I was waiting long for a suitable opportunity to turn our conversation to the area where I was keen to take her towards the objective of our mission. And it took five minutes after emptying her first glass of beer.
“Is Mr. Deepak a reserved person? He does not talk much” she raised her eyes to meet mine and said. I could very well see the beer had started to hit her as her stare was a little unsteady.
“Not exactly. Actually, he has been complaining of a tremendous body pain right from the morning. May be he could not do his workouts for a couple of days” I said.
She laughed a little loudly and said “Though you two are married, yet you behave like kids. A man would surely feel body pain when his wife was away” she opined.
‘Jairaj, here is the chance you have been waiting for’ my brain reminded me quickly.
I joined her laughter and said “Was it so? May be you are right. But then he is helpless. I suggested a good body massage would have helped him. Incidentally his male servant who did massages to him is also on leave”
I watched her intently. While she was refilling the glass with beer, she asked “What if I could help you?”
I had to make a great effort to suppress my excitement not to reflect on my face. I could guess Deepak’s condition was not different. But then he was a very good actor.
“Really? That sounds great! Nothing could be more delightful to him than this” I said and turning to my friend, I asked “Am I not right, Deepak?”
“You are right” he said trying to bring a forced smile with great effort.
“Well, Madam….” I started but she stopped me short.
“Can’t you do away with this Madam business? You can call me Kalpana” she said.
“Oh, thank you. We would have been happy if you could give a little more details” I tried to sound casual though I was brimming with curiosity.
Filling her glass with whatever beer was left in the bottle, she said “Mr. Jairaj, I should not have been telling you this, as I had not known you for long. However, since you two have given me your identities which I reasonably hope are true, I shall tell you briefly. But please keep it strictly private, secret and confidential”. She paused for a minute observing her glass and went on “Well, my set up is not for general public but an exclusive joint serving to a selected few in higher class who can afford and are willing to spend. Yes, we give true and full value for service. Many wealthy ladies who are my customers had often requested me to provide massage service to their husbands. Initially, I ignored their suggestion but later started a small joint attached to my beauty-parlour. Two hand-picked, experienced girls were engaged, on part-time basis, to give best services. As I told you earlier, I am very discriminate about the clientele which, in fact, is very limited. I was not at all interested to increase it for obvious reasons and consequences of dangerous publicity, meddling with law and police”
She paused to take a sip of beer while I listened supporting my chin with my right hand with the index finger resting on my right nostril.
“You can well guess of the troubles in running a joint like this, Mr. Jairaj. That is why I had told you that it is an exclusive one for a few selected, known and trusted people which could be counted in fingers of any one hand. I don’t want to get into any troubles. And, the last thing I want is publicity. Of course, the charges are high. If you want to make an omelette, you should be prepared to break a few eggs”.
“That sounds reasonable. However, what would be the charges like?” I asked as if I don’t care much even if it was exorbitant.
“Well, before answering to your specific question, let me give you a little more details. If you had gone through the personal column in leading dailies, you must have noted the massage parlour joints are mushrooming from the quantum of advertisements. The way you know your right from your left, I hope you understand what exactly many of these massages parlours are meant for”
I nodded my head.
She went on “Coming back to your query, I offer two types of services. One is for a couple of hours and another is for one full night. The accommodation is an exclusive and exquisite air-conditioned double-bed room with attached toilet. The charge for two hours is seven thousand rupees and for one full night is twelve thousand all inclusive of rent, massage and garage charges”
“That sounds reasonable” I said.
“Client with own car, driven by himself would be entertained. I hope you understand the reason. I provide garage facility. The client has to make prior appointment for the date and pay in advance. He can select the girl to do the massage service when he comes over at my place”
It did not take longer to conclude whatever Deepak had found out about this lady during the last one week were cent percent true and correct. So, she ran a brothel sort of joint but painted it as a massage parlour catering to the exclusive elite class of known rich people to avoid troubles.
“Hmmm….but I was feeling very much scared to ask….” I stopped pretending to fear the repercussions if I had told what I wanted to tell.
“Yes, Jairaj, what is in your mind? Belch it out. No problem” she encouraged me.
“Kalpana, I am scared if I would offend you if I had said that”
“No problem, Mr. Jairaj. You can ask anything” she prompted me.
“Well, money is not a problem for both of us. Rather, we can make you more happier, but for a specific condition”
“And, what is that condition?”
“We are not interested in other girls. But we are interested in you, you only” I said as if I had told it gathering courage.
I found her brooding over what I had just said. It would not have surprised me if she had flatly refused it straight. The way she was thinking encouraged me to add further “Look, Kalpana, you have heard the proverbial saying of love at first sight. We admit, we became your ardent admirers right from the very moment we saw you. I am not ashamed to admit we are hooked to you. Nothing could explain your charm that worked on us. Sitting at the other end of this restaurant a few minutes ago, I and Deepak were telling how lucky a man would be if he could bed with you for one night! Though it was a dream, I could not imagine it would come true…”
She interrupted me with a laugh and said “But I have not yet agreed to your proposal, have I? Any way, let me tell you something more. I am a divorcee. Honestly speaking, I never indulged myself in entertaining any client so far. I have engaged two beautiful hand-picked girls for it….”
It was my turn to interrupt her now. “You have told us that before. No, Kalpana, we want you only. It would not be an exaggeration to say if I and Deepak were not married, there would have been a heavy fight between us vying to propose to you and marry you. Am I not right, Deepak?”
“You are right” Deepak nodded in his usual nonchalance.
What I had told her really impressed her. After all, my whole endeavour was to impress and hook her. I think I succeeded in my attempt. Her body language suggested she had nibbled at my bait.
“Hmmm…” she thought for a while and said “It is a very difficult proposition. I don’t expect you two to believe me but I never did it with anyone. But since you are very keen and loving me so much, I am constrained to reconsider my decision”. She paused for a few seconds and added “But it would cost you a little more. For a couple of hours it would be ten thousand and for one full night it would be fifteen thousand. Please no bargaining on this issue…” she said.
I looked at Deepak who was staring at his empty glass. “It’s okay, Kalpana. Let us call it a deal” I said.
The attendant came to take orders for food. All of us gave our individual likings.
As soon as the attendant left, she stood up and said “Please excuse me. I would be back from the toilet”
“Sure, take your own time” I replied smilingly.
She kept her leather shoulder bag and mobile phone by the side of the table and walked towards a door in the interior leading to the toilet.
As soon as she disappeared, I jumped to take her mobile phone the way a pickpocket would grab at a bag containing a million rupees left by an air-passenger in the lounge. I pressed the digits of my own mobile phone number and soon my cell phone in my pocket began to ring. I took my phone and read the number of the incoming call.
“Hey Deepak, see this, it is the same number we saw in Ravi’s phone” I said.
“Good” Deepak said.
I pressed some keys in her mobile and looked for the call history in her phone while Deepak looked towards the place where she had left to alert me if she was coming back. In less than one minute, I could see the record of Ravi’s call to her mobile on previous Saturday evening. Then I quickly deleted my number in her mobile’s history of dialed numbers.
“Hey, here she comes” Deepak alerted me in hushed voice.
I quickly kept her phone back on the table in time she came around towards us.
“Kalpana, between the two of us, we have agreed Deepak would like to be with you on coming Saturday evening for a couple of hours. On Saturday, the next week, I wish to spend one whole night. How is that?” I asked.
She was quick to respond “No, not on any Saturday. It is reserved for a special friend. Let it be on Friday”
I and Deepak looked at each other’s face. We had a hunch she won’t agree for Saturday.
“But you have just told us that you never entertained any client!” I enquired.
“Am I supposed to tell all truths about me to you? Did I say Saturday was reserved for a ‘client’? I had said that day was reserved for my special friend. Well, I have a very intimate relationship with him. You forget the fact that I am also a woman and a divorcee” she said curtly.
“Okay, as it suits you. Today is Wednesday. So, the day after is Deepak’s day. Right?” I asked looking at her and turning to Deepak as if showing jealousy.
She nodded.
“Should we call you or…?” I asked.
“No. Since this is the first time, I shall call you first. Mr. Deepak’s mobile number is on his card. You can expect a call from me tomorrow at 10.30 in the night”
“Suits me” Deepak told something for the first time directly looking at her.
“Should he pay right now?” I asked on his behalf.
‘Hahaha…’ she giggled and said “Not necessary. I can guess you two are not cheaters. You can pay when you reach my place. But, yes, in advance, before the service”
“That’s understood and fair enough” I said with a grin.
While we were consuming our food, I asked “You have not given us your address or contact phone number”
“I have yours” she said and added “I will let you know mine when I call you” she said.
Clever bitch! She was not willing to give away her address and contact number then and there. But what she did not know was that we have already got her details.
We talked more about other extraneous things till we completed the food. I paid the bill. We came out of the restaurant to find it was drizzling outside.
“We can drop you at your place” I suggested to her.
“No, thanks. I have my car over there. Thanks once again and good night to both of you. Please don’t think too much of me…..hahaha…” she replied with a laugh. Without waiting for our response and reciprocation, she crossed the road towards a car parked at the other side of the road. We watched her unlocking the door, getting in behind the steering wheel and driving away.
I grabbed Deepak’s hand and said “That’s a great success being our first step”
“You can say that again” he said with a stony face devoid of any smile.
On Thursday night, at 10.45, Deepak called and told me about her call and invitation. He was directed to drive and reach a place near a landmark at 10.15 on next night where she would be waiting for him. She was very clever not to give any more details! He confirmed her call came from the same mobile number which we had already got!
Early Saturday morning, Deepak came to my place. I was very eager to get all details from him. Over a cup of hot coffee, he narrated all incidents in sequence. I did not interrupt him till he finished giving me the full picture and descriptions.
“Hmmm….sounds very interesting” I opined lastly.
Later, both of us worked to bring all the loose ends together and tie them. It made a rope, alright, yet I felt there were some more pieces missing at some places. I knew I needed to find them by myself during my short sojourn with her.
He told her place was the same he had found out a week earlier. She had separated the massage parlour from her house with a partition wall with a door almost remained concealed and locked from her side. While she was in her private toilet for a few minutes, he had made a quick search in her house but could not find anything useful to our mission except he had seen many management books on the table of her private study room. I told these could be law books as she had told us she had practiced in law-courts sometimes. But Deepak insisted those were management books. Yet, I thought these might be Company Law books.
“Jai, I am sure, Ravi is very much hooked to this bitch if not obsessed or addicted” Deepak said and quickly added “Rather, she had made him so. She knew for sure he was a goose laying golden eggs. And, she was not greedy to kill that goose to grab all the golden eggs together at a time”
“You seem to be right” I agreed.
“But what really beats me, Jai, is how a very young man like Ravi could have fallen for a lady about 14 years elder than him” he said.
“My guess is as good as yours” I replied.
While Deepak took the newspaper to look at it, I made a quick recap of the whole incidents and episodes leading to our present mission.
Deepak, my friend, had started his business venture ten years ago which flourished and prospered rolling himself in fortune and wealth. Like any other successful businessman, he too wanted to spread his wings to fly further higher but needed support. Luckily, one of his friends called Ramesh, who was already a multimillionaire, had agreed to tie up and collaborate with him pumping finance. Since good luck smiled on them, their ventures hit jackpot. Also, they developed great friendship and respect for each other. Ramesh had a son, Ravi, who was very brilliant in his studies. After his degree in Electronics Engineering, he was pursuing MBA in one of the reputed management institutions in the city and stayed in the hostel. Ravi was a smart boy, sober in nature but an introvert and a little timid in behaviour. Ramesh wanted his son to occupy his throne after his MBA studies. Though Ramesh had not explicitly told Deepak, yet Deepak had reasons to believe Ramesh nourished the idea of his son tying the knot with Deepak’s daughter when the right time comes, thus turning their friendship and business partnership to a family relationship and cement the ties for a life long bondage. Everything went on nicely till last three months.
In slow but steady turn of events, Ramesh observed some changes in his son’s behaviour or interactions. He often skipped coming to house during week-ends on one pretext or the other. Initially he had swallowed his son’s excuse pills of pressure of studies. Ramesh was worried Ravi had gradually become more reticent and an introvert for no apparent reason. More than anything, he was alarmed with his son’s spending. It was not that he could not afford to, but he wondered how his son could spend such very big amounts given to him exclusively as pocket-money after meeting all the expenses for his study, hostel, food, clothes, etc. He knew his son had not taken to liquor or drugs or partying with friends, yet his spending was exorbitant if not skyrocketed. Even the boy had lost his big gold chain for which he could not give any satisfactory explanation. Adding to his woes and worries, Ramesh started getting reports from the institution that his son’s study performance had become poor and complaints about his attendance percentage coming down.
It was natural for any father to get extremely worried. Ramesh did not know what to do. Lastly he confided in Deepak, his business partner. It became Deepak’s concern too as the boy might become his future son-in-law. Deepak advised Ramesh to remain silent and leave everything to him. He promised he would set everything right soon. It was then Deepak sought my help. Deepak even took me to Ramesh’s house and introduced me to him. On my advice, Deepak got a complete list of Ravi’s incoming and outgoing call records from his mobile phone for a couple of months. The calls were very few. We checked every number he had dialed and found them belonging to some of his classmates or friends. We did not talk to his friends but heard their ‘Hello’ response and soon we cut the line. But we were very much surprised to shortlist one particular mobile number to which Ravi had called every Saturday afternoon. Our calls to this number were never attended! Our attempts of calling that number from different phones did not yield any result! Yet, we were astonished Ravi did talk to that number every Saturday lasting several minutes!
It was at this time I suggested Deepak to visit Ramesh’s house accompanied by me on Sunday morning when his son would also be present there. Actually I had a hunch and wanted to see if my doubt was correct or not. I had already got from Ramesh the approximate time when his son usually went to toilet and bath. Accordingly, we reached there around 8.15 in the morning. I, Deepak and Ramesh talked about their business for about twenty minutes. Then Ramesh went inside and came back within a minute and told me in a hush that his son had gone to take his bath. As asked by me, Ramesh gave me his son’s mobile phone.
I went out of the room to the courtyard with the phone and dialed that particular number in Ravi’s callers list from which we got no response earlier.
I felt waves of shiver moving up my spine when I suddenly heard a female voice saying “Yes, darling, what’s up now? Are you still in the hangover of previous night? Or, are you still thirsty needing more of my milk and juices to drink?”
As I remained silent, the voice continued “Okay, be a nice baby and wait till next Saturday night. I promise to keep the reservoirs in my tits and pussy full to give you enough to quench your thirst. And, remember to keep your tank full to inundate my tunnel. Naughty boy…..” and the line went dead.
I was shocked to listen what I had just heard. So, she must be the female he was hooked up. No wonder she did not pick up her mobile whenever I called from any phone, being an unknown number to her. Was she his girlfriend? Not likely, because he was already having physical relationship with her. May be I was wrong; nowadays everything was common with many of the contemporary youths. However, I thought the voice sounded more of a mature woman than that of a girl.
I called Deepak and said to him what I had just discovered. But we did not tell anything to Ramesh except our purpose was served.
Our big task started from there. Our prime objective was to locate her and her place. I assigned the work to Deepak as I had important works to attend in my office. Mobile Phone service providers refused to give away their subscribers identity except to the cops. I asked Deepak to hide himself and wait outside his hostel gate and follow him on Saturday evening. Our trick worked. We knew the house where the boy went to on Saturday around 10.30 in the night but did not return till three o’ clock the next morning. Deepak had returned as he was dead tired by then. The next evening, he collected all information about the occupant and owner of the house. The person was a lady called Kalpana who ran a beauty parlour setup adjoining her house. But nobody around mentioned any shoddy deal going over there. Very clever of her, indeed!
Another three days of watching yielded more results and Deepak got a look at the lady. She was around 38 years old, tall, fair with long hairs, very elegant looking. However, while pursuing her car to see where she went, Deepak lost track of her in the heavy flow of traffic on the road. However, the next evening he could succeed in tailing her to the restaurant and he called me on phone to join him soon.
I returned from my thoughts and asked Deepak “Was there any security guard at the building where she lived?”
“Yes, an old man of around sixty years. He did not look like someone retired from military or police” he replied.
“Hmmm…..good” I responded.
Then I went to explain to Deepak what I had planned for the coming Saturday.
“Hey, Jai, you are wrong. She had told us Saturdays are reserved for someone else, obviously Ravi. And she could entertain us only on Friday”
“That’s what she had told us. But I will be with her on Saturday night itself” I said firmly. After a pause, I went on “You reach there around 1.30 in the night. I will bribe the watchman so that he shall let you in. I will fix it, no problem. Hide yourself somewhere outside the front door of her house. I shall keep the door only shut but not bolted or locked from inside. If any person enters her house, follow him. Give him 2-3 minutes and then give a chop to the backside of his neck. Don’t hit him heavily but as much to ensure he would be out for about half an hour”
Deepak who was craving if not dieing for some real action till that time, smiled to hear what I had asked him. I knew it was very rare he had smiled that too mostly when he was asked to go for action. “Sure, Jai, no problem, I can fix it. But are you suspecting or expecting somebody to join you and be hit by me?” he asked.
I grinned and said “Yes”
“Who?” he asked curiously.
“Ravi, of course” I said.
He was truly and visibly shocked. “You really make me more puzzled, Jai. How on earth can you be so sure that Ravi would come at that time to her place?”
“It is because I am going to call him to join me, of course by an anonymous call” I said coolly.
Deepak gaped at me the way I was a lunatic just escaped from an asylum.
“For what purpose?” he asked me not bothering to conceal his amazement.
“Deepak, our prime objective is to save and reform the boy” I said with a wry grin.
“Okay, I agree. But we can talk to him and make him understand in what sort of a filthy mess he had landed himself in. If you thought that won’t work, then we can apprehend him when he comes out of her house” he argued.
“You have got nothing between those sloppy ears, Deepak” I said and went on “Suppose we talked and explained everything to the boy. Do you think he would believe us? Even if we caught him while he came out of her place, still it won’t work particularly if he was in love with or deeply besotted to that bitch. Nothing we could say could convince him. We needed to prove it to him, by showing to him that she is a tart with her hooks buried deep into him to suck his blood. He would believe only when he, with his own eyes, sees her and me in compromising position. She will not be able to say anything to prove her innocence particularly when she was mating with me for money”
“You are right, Jai. I do admire your brilliance” Deepak said though he was a little embarrassed to have to hit his would-be son-in-law.
“And, remember to bring your gun. You have a licence for it. I am not expecting any trouble, but it would be useful, not for shooting but to scare anybody, if the need arises. I have a hunch that these types of joints can not run without involvement of thugs. Please keep the safety catch of the gun locked to prevent any accidental firing” I said.
“I shall do that” Deepak said grinning.
We had nothing to do till coming Thursday.
Precision to the time, exactly at 10.30 in the night of Thursday, my mobile phone rang. I signaled Deepak not to make any sound.
“Hi Kalpana, good evening” I said on the phone.
“Hi Mr. Jairaj. How are you? How did you know this was my call?” I heard Kalpana’s voice mingled in a little surprise.
“I am fine. Thank you. Who else’s call was I expected to get at this time as you had already told me in the restaurant?” I said with a loud laugh.
She too laughed and said “Mr. Jairaj, you should reach the place where your friend Mr. Deepak had come, tomorrow night at 10.15”
“I am very sorry, Kalpana” I told with a heavy heart and continued “You need to excuse me. I can not make it tomorrow. I am flying out tomorrow morning and shall be reaching back on Saturday evening around 5.00 PM” I said winking at Deepak.
“Then, let it be on Friday next week” I could hear a faint curt in her reply.
“No dear, after what I had heard from Deepak I am dieing to be with you. I swear, I can’t wait for another week. I would be a corpse by then suffocated with the love for you burning inside me. Please help me, Kalpana. You need to help me. I promise I would never ask for any Saturday next time. You need to be a bit merciful on me. I love you so much, beyond words can say, beyond I can express.…Please… Kalpana…Please…. Please….” I said in a most pleading, begging voice.
I think my trick worked as there was no response from her for a long time. I knew she was thinking. After nearly twenty seconds, she told “In that case, you must be prepared to cough up twenty thousand for the whole night”
Like a lizard flicking its sticky tongue out to catch an unwary fly, I jumped to grab what she demanded “Agreed. To be nearer the truth, twenty thousand is nothing for a night’s togetherness with you considering my deep love for you. I have been mesmerized with your charm. No other woman had her hooks into me except you” I said purposely mixing my voice brimming with keenness.
“Hmmm…I shall manage. But, mind you, no more Saturdays in future. Is that understood? No more pleadings next time. Okay? I shall be waiting for you at the place. Reach in time. I hate late-comers” she said and hung up before I could thank her.
“Jai, is not twenty-thousand for a night with that bitch too much?” Deepak asked in obvious amazement.
“Who said not?” I said smilingly and added “After all, our expenses are to be borne by Ramesh. Extra five thousand is not important, but the particular Saturday is more vital. If she had not agreed for Saturday, we would have been sunk”
On Saturday night, I reached the spot a couple of minutes earlier. Within another two minutes she too reached in a cab. She paid the taxi driver while I opened the side front door of my car for her. She got in and I drove off as directed by her.
“You know, it was very difficult to drive my close friend of Saturday off. He was very fastidious and persisting. I told I had my period and was also running fever. He was not willing to listen but insisted to come around to check. I told I needed to visit my doctor and would be staying with my cousin-sister. Somehow I managed” she told while staring the flow of traffic in front of us.
“Hmmm…good and thank you” I did not show off my smile which indicated my guess was right.
“Give me the money” she asked extending her right hand towards me.
I took a cover from my shirt pocket and gave her. “Count it. I made it twenty-five thousand in full”
“Oh great! So, nice of you. Thank you very much” she exclaimed.
“But I reasonably expect good, full and satisfactory service in reciprocation” I said.
“Sure, you will get it. No problem” she said in an assuring voice brimming with delight. She had reasons to rejoice. Who would have cared to give twenty-five thousand for a one-night stand with her?
I drove as directed by her for nearly ten minutes. Then she asked me to turn to the road on the right. After one kilometer or so, we reached a less congested place. Then she again asked me to turn to the lane on the left. Driving through the narrow lane, I could find buildings far off from each other. When we covered nearly two hundred meters, she asked me to slow and stop in front of a two-storey building. She got out and called somebody. The watchman came running and opened the gates. She told me to park the car in the garage. The watchman came running again to open the garage gate. As I drove into the garage, I noticed she went towards the entrance to the building possibly towards the staircase. I took a packet from the dash-board. I came out and locked the car and came out of the garage. Then I took one currency note of five hundred rupees from my pocket in such a way the watchman could see it. While he eyed the currency greedily, I thrust it into his shabby khaki uniform pocket and muttered “Let my friend in when he comes after three hours. Make no mistake about it. You will know him since he had come here last week”
“Okay, Sir, no problem” he said respectfully and gave me a military style salute.
I took two steps, stopped and called him again “Yeah, one more thing. One of my friends who came here every Saturday night might come around 1.30 tonight. Let him in too”. Then, thrusting the packet which contained a bottle of rum into his hands, I muttered “This is a strong drink which will keep you fit for the night”
“Thank you, Sir. I will do exactly what you have ordered” he saluted again and bent in front me like an inverted U. By the time he stood straight, I had joined her.
We took the flight of stairs and reached the top floor. She opened the door to her house, switched on the lights and led me in. As soon as I entered, she bolted the door. We both sank into a big sofa, side by side.
“Uffff…” I have been waiting for this exact minute right from the time I had seen you for the first time in the restaurant.
“Hmmm… some men are like you” she opined.
“No. Every man does not feel like this with every woman. It is your magic on me” I replied.
“Mr. Jairaj, please excuse me for a few minutes” she said and walked towards a small corridor on the right leading to another room, possibly her bedroom. I thought she might have gone to keep the money I had given her inside the locker of her almirah. So, this is not the appropriate time to check around her house.
She came back within a couple of minutes. Standing in front of me she bent and pulled me up by my shirt collars. Normally, I would have given a heavy punch on the nose of anyone who dared to catch me by my collars. But I knew it was her way of seducing her customer. I stood just in front of her. Then she placed her hands on my either shoulders and pulled my neck towards her. As I was bringing my mouth to cover hers, she blocked it with her right hand.
“Not now, darling, there is a time for everything” she said and gave me a heavy push. I landed on the sofa again.
I liked the way she was playing.
“Come with me, Mr. Jairaj. I shall show you my setup” she told and led me to another corridor on the left. She drew a curtain and opened a door leading to a big bedroom.
“This is my massage parlour where the girls gave service to my exclusive clients” she said switching on the lights.
I surveyed the room. It was a big room alright with an exquisite double-bed cot and mattress at one end. Instead of bed-sheet, a big rubber sheet was spread on covering the entire mattress. I knew it was for the oil-massaging so that the bed-sheet did not get soiled and dirty. There was a very big mirror fixed on the wall opposite the cot similar to the one in saloons. I knew what it was meant for. There was a big stand near the cot with several bottles of various massage oils, herbal extracts and embrocation neatly arranged on it. Adjacent to it was a big towel stand fixed on the wall with several towels of various sizes stacked on it. I could also find few pairs of skin-tight hand-gloves. I went to the adjacent door and opened it. It was an attached toilet but a very big one indeed. I admired the full-size marble bath-tub with several exquisite pipe-fittings to flow in hot and cold water. There was one big mirror fixed on the wall opposite the bath-rub. I noticed a big plastic packet full of red-rose petals. A big plastic curtain separated the bath from the latrine.
“Good setup” I said appreciatively.
She went on to explain different types of massages given to her customers with different applications. As she turned to describe about different bath-massages, I stopped her short.
“Kalpana, let me come straight to the point. I need a simple massage on my whole body with your bare hands without any oil followed by massage with your own nude body on mine leading to our fusions at different positions”
“Hmmm…, then no need to be here. Let us go to my private bedroom” I followed her as she walked back. She closed the door of the massage parlour and took me back to her sofa.
“Jairaj, wait for a few minutes while I change my outfit” she said and disappeared inside the room where she had gone earlier. I knew this time she would take a few minutes to remove her sari and other clothes and put on some skimpy dress.
I jumped to my feet and quickly looked around. It was a well furnished drawing room. I opened some table drawers and shelves but found nothing of interest to me. I dashed to the south side and opened a door. It was the kitchen. I opened the door to its right. It was in darkness and I could guess it must be a store room. I opened the door to the left. I could see faint light coming from outside the building. I had an idea it must be her private study room. I searched for the light and it took a little time to locate it. I switched it on and looked towards the middle of the room. My vulture eyes could clearly see and read the title of one book on the top of 4-5 other books on the table. It was ‘Practice of Management’ by Peter Drucker. As I took two steps towards the table to check if the books belonged to Ravi, I heard her footfalls from behind.
“What are you looking for, Mr. Jairaj?” I heard her voice.
I spun around to face her. She stood akimbo with her left eyebrow arched like an inverted U. Though my heart skipped at least two beats, I was fascinated to see her in the new avatar. She wore one pink satin apron reaching up to the middle of her thighs. She kept the apron’s front opened purposely without buttoning. Under it, she wore pink colour lingerie consisting of bras and panties. The lingerie was very transparent and laced enough to show what they hid under. I was mesmerized with her seductive appearance alright.
“Hmmm…my bladder is full. I was looking for the common toilet”
“Hahahaha…” she burst into a big laughter which sent shivers down my spine. Did she suspect my movements?
“What makes you laugh, Kalpana? Unless you show your toilet pronto, I will wet my trousers soon” I tried to sound humorous.
She continued to laugh for a little more time. “Looking for Englishmen in England?” she asked between her giggles.
I could understand her innuendo but did not say anything.
“Come with me” she switched off the light, closed the door and led me to her bedroom.
“Go to the door at the right” she directed me.
I entered her toilet and urinated. When I came back, she was still standing on the floor, akimbo, waiting for my returning. I felt coolness as she had started the air-conditioner. I looked at her.
Truly speaking, it was for the first time I looked at her very closely and carefully. She was tall, may be five feet seven inches, fair, long haired with beautiful face. She had big eyes and fat, luscious lips. She was well-built, may be weighing around 62 kgs. She might have a vital statistics of 36-28-38. If she had looked captivating in sari, she was very sexy-looking and seductive in the lingerie and apron. She had flawless body construction except for a little sagging tendency of her melons.
[Continued….. Read Part 2]
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