With anticipation and expectations, Manish reached the place on 2 PM dot. Last 2 days Poorva haven't said anything about Parvez's visit or her decision to do modelling. Not that he was expecting otherwise.
The address actually was a commercial complex and when he reached 2nd floor, indeed a bright brass plate declared it as "India Arts - A premier modelling agency". Unlike Parvez's office in Colaba, there was nothing shoddy about this place.
Rubina was at gate to greet him in. Manish's cock twitched looking at her. She was wearing short skirt and a bright red t-shirt which tried little to hide her huge breasts. Her lips was painted bright pink and suddenly Manish had an urge to shove is rapidly hardening cock inside it!
"Aaiye hazoor aaiye" Rubina greeted him with mock tease. Manish tried to see around to check if he can find Poorva anywere.
"Oh ho ... pyari biwi ko dhund rahe hai kya? Phikar na kijiye ... Parvez bhai asked her to come 3 PM so that she never sees you coming here. Now you will stand here or come inside with me?"
She came behind Manish and shoved him forward. Her soft boobs touched his back and Manish smelled the nice smell of perfume coming from her body. His boy down there was now started giving him real trouble!
At end of a short passage there was a big and brightly lit room with signboard room saying "shooting". Rubina didn’t enter there but instead she opened a small side door almost hidden behind a false panel.
It was a small room and adjacent to the shooting room. As Manish entered, he observed large glass panel separates out the shooting room from this. Standing here he could clearly see what is happening inside the shooting room. Now it was almost empty with only a man - most probably the photographer - adjusting his camera and lens. The entire room was sparsely furnished, only a wooden panel curving out a small part in one side. From main room no one can see what's inside this smaller room but standing here Manish could see it clearly. There was 2 chairs, a big mirror and lot of cosmetics on a side table - so he assumed models do there make up and dress changing in it and then come back to the main room for shooting.
"Aare mian, baas udhar hi dekhte rahoge ya phir idhar k baki logo se miloge bhi?" Rubina's laughed. Manish stared around room. Parvez was seating in a sofa. Beside him standing was big giant khan.
"Dekhne de use Rubina .. after all thats where his darling wife will do photo shoot" Parvez laughed "Aa Manish, aa. Baith idhar" he gestured towards a 2nd sofa beside his.
Manish noticed Parvez has come down from "aap" to "tu" today, but he didn't mind. Actually in last few days, he started admiring Parvez. This guy may not be a MBA like him, but he sure is expert in what he does.
Manish sat down and then asked Parvez what he wanted to ask for some time "Parvez bhai ... to aaj kya hoga idhar ... I mean ..."
"Lo kar lo baat. Photo shooting k liye aa rahi hai teri biwi - toh phir photo nahi uthayenge to aur kya karenge?" Parvez laughed, Rubina laughed too. Only Khan was expressionless.
"But ... ok so than you really want this photo shoot? I mean for your jewellery business in Indonesia ..."
This time everyone laughed... including Khan. Manish observed his teeth was black and decayed - maybe result of years of tobacco chewing.
"Aabe gadhe ... I thought you work in MNC so you will be smart. But tu to sahi me beukuf hai ... no wonder your wife calls you idiot. See even Khan is laughing" Parvez laughed "Rubina darling ...tu hi samjha!"
"Hai allah ... chalo yeah kaam bhi kar leti hu" Rubina made a fake sign but her slutty eyes were twinkling. She came close to Manish .. he could smell his perfume and her big boobs now were hanging before his eyes like ripe jackfruit. He felt little dizzy.
"So... Manish darling ...what you do to sell a product in your company? How customer know what product you are selling?"
"We place ads" Manish answered, unsure where this conversation is going.
"Exactly. We sell products to. Only we don’t sell jewellery ... we sell things more costly and valuable than that." Rubina's eyes were no longer smiling... Manish could feel it turning evil "Jaise ki, your precious wife. Lekin bechenge tabhi na jab customer log maal k photo dekh ke use kharidne k liye raazi honge.Aab samajh me aay, photo shooting kis liye hai?"
"aab kiyun jab pata lag gya hai ... kaise shooting hoga woh bhi bata dete hai" Parvez was saying "Let me show how the shooting will happen. Entire shooting will be in 3 sessions... first with sari, second western and third bikini. Actually shooting takes 15 minutes or so but makeup takes 40-45 minutes. Maybe more."
"Rubina will do the make ups for your slut. Bhabhiji shooting karengi main room me than she will go to that side room for changing dress between sessions. Now if you notice, Khan here has another camera" Parvez gestured towards Khan, who was indeed handling a huge camera. The zoom lens itself seems to be no less than 2 foot long..though in Khan's hand they seemed like a toy.
"Jab teri biwi corner room me kapde change karegi ...khan idhar se photo utha lega. " Parvez said. Then he turned towards Khan and said "Khan saab tyar hai na?"
Khan nodded. "I want Hi res pictures of every pose of that raand. Jab kapde utaregi aur jab kapde pahenegi. Kuch miss nahi hona chahie. Aur hi resolution, huh? I want to see every inch of her skin .. ek ek rom bhi pata lagna chahie. Thik hai na?"
Khan nodded again. Seemed like this guy never opened his mouth in life.
Parvez got up. "Chal Manish me bahar jata hu. Teri maal k aane k time ho gya hai. Rubina baby ... Manish ki khatirdari karo. Jab maal ayegi to bahar aa jana".
Parvez went out. Manish was hesitating so Rubina asked "Aur kuch swal hai kya?"
"Ha. I mean .... will I seat here?"
"Aur kaha jaoge? Kiyun pyari biwi ki photo shoot nahi dekhni hai kya?"
"Nahi nahi dekhna to chahta hu. But ..I mean ... If I seat here ... won’t she see me from this glass ....."
"Oh nahi meri raja ... kuch nahi dekh payegi, phikar na karo. This is special glass. Idhar se sabkuch dikhta hai but from that side it just looks like a normal mirror."
Manish breathed a sigh of relief. How stupid of him. These guys are pros.
Now all questions answered and his anxiety gone, Manish recaptured the discussion in last half an hour and suddenly a realization came to him. Oh my god ..oh my god .. Manish thought. His wife will do all the shoot thinking she is modelling for jewellery ...but actually she will be posing for becoming a prostitute!
His body felt hot and breaths became rapid ... partly to realize all his fantasies coming true and partly to realize he is going to be a witness of whole ordeal. HIs cock got rock hard and now was digging a tent in his jeans. He looked around and realized Rubina was watching him attentively. Not him really- rather the bulge in his pant.
Embarrassed, he tried to cross legs and hide his erection. Rubina laughed "Kiyun meri raja...Biwi ko raand banane k plan sun ke lund khada ho gya hai...hai na?"
She knelt down between his legs and brought her face closer to him. Her face and her pink lips were now only inches from his crotch and for the second time Manish resisted the urge to thrust forward and rub his bulge against those lips.
"Sharmao mat jaan .. you are not the first here and you won’t be the last. I have seen so many husbands selling there wife and so many boys selling there girlfriends... some for money, some for fun or revenge. but ek such baat bole? " Rubina was now lightly touching his pants bulge with her long nails. Like her lips ..her nails also were polished bright pink .. and she moving her nails around the outline of his cock "bahot saare maal dekhi me is dhande me lekin tumhari biwi sahi me zabardast maal hai. Jis lund ko milegi na ..woh to khushi se pagal ho jayega! Parvez bhai lakho kamayenge is maal se ... tum likh ke rakhna ..."
Rubina was lightly squeezing his throbbing cock now ... and despite she doing it over the pants, Manish realized he will shoot soon if she doesn’t stop. He knew that will be embarrassing ...especially in front of a slut like Rubina, who no doubt will make big fun of it. He wanted to stop her ... but he didn't have any power left to resist this sexy mistress.
Luckily, at this very moment sound of calling bell came. Somebody opened the door and then voice of a female came down. Manish realized it was Poorva's voice though he couldn't understand what she was talking.
"Hai zalim zamana ... phoorsat se koi kaam bhi nahi karne deti.." Rubina sighed and got up. "Lagta hai tumhari chammak challo aa gayee hai. Chalo me aab duty me laag jaati hu. Tumhe pani bagera kuch chahie?"
"N..no" Manish said.
"Ok then. I will come in between sessions to see you ... kuch chahie to tab bolna. But be sure not to go out of this room. You don’t want your wife to see you… right?"
"No, I won’t" Manish said. He had no intention of missing even a single moment of his wife’s ordeal.
"Oh ha, aur ek baat bolna toh bhool hi gayee. See this headphone here? Wear it, you will be able to hear what we talk in that room. We have secret mikes installed there."
Then she too left the room.
The address actually was a commercial complex and when he reached 2nd floor, indeed a bright brass plate declared it as "India Arts - A premier modelling agency". Unlike Parvez's office in Colaba, there was nothing shoddy about this place.
Rubina was at gate to greet him in. Manish's cock twitched looking at her. She was wearing short skirt and a bright red t-shirt which tried little to hide her huge breasts. Her lips was painted bright pink and suddenly Manish had an urge to shove is rapidly hardening cock inside it!
"Aaiye hazoor aaiye" Rubina greeted him with mock tease. Manish tried to see around to check if he can find Poorva anywere.
"Oh ho ... pyari biwi ko dhund rahe hai kya? Phikar na kijiye ... Parvez bhai asked her to come 3 PM so that she never sees you coming here. Now you will stand here or come inside with me?"
She came behind Manish and shoved him forward. Her soft boobs touched his back and Manish smelled the nice smell of perfume coming from her body. His boy down there was now started giving him real trouble!
At end of a short passage there was a big and brightly lit room with signboard room saying "shooting". Rubina didn’t enter there but instead she opened a small side door almost hidden behind a false panel.
It was a small room and adjacent to the shooting room. As Manish entered, he observed large glass panel separates out the shooting room from this. Standing here he could clearly see what is happening inside the shooting room. Now it was almost empty with only a man - most probably the photographer - adjusting his camera and lens. The entire room was sparsely furnished, only a wooden panel curving out a small part in one side. From main room no one can see what's inside this smaller room but standing here Manish could see it clearly. There was 2 chairs, a big mirror and lot of cosmetics on a side table - so he assumed models do there make up and dress changing in it and then come back to the main room for shooting.
"Aare mian, baas udhar hi dekhte rahoge ya phir idhar k baki logo se miloge bhi?" Rubina's laughed. Manish stared around room. Parvez was seating in a sofa. Beside him standing was big giant khan.
"Dekhne de use Rubina .. after all thats where his darling wife will do photo shoot" Parvez laughed "Aa Manish, aa. Baith idhar" he gestured towards a 2nd sofa beside his.
Manish noticed Parvez has come down from "aap" to "tu" today, but he didn't mind. Actually in last few days, he started admiring Parvez. This guy may not be a MBA like him, but he sure is expert in what he does.
Manish sat down and then asked Parvez what he wanted to ask for some time "Parvez bhai ... to aaj kya hoga idhar ... I mean ..."
"Lo kar lo baat. Photo shooting k liye aa rahi hai teri biwi - toh phir photo nahi uthayenge to aur kya karenge?" Parvez laughed, Rubina laughed too. Only Khan was expressionless.
"But ... ok so than you really want this photo shoot? I mean for your jewellery business in Indonesia ..."
This time everyone laughed... including Khan. Manish observed his teeth was black and decayed - maybe result of years of tobacco chewing.
"Aabe gadhe ... I thought you work in MNC so you will be smart. But tu to sahi me beukuf hai ... no wonder your wife calls you idiot. See even Khan is laughing" Parvez laughed "Rubina darling ...tu hi samjha!"
"Hai allah ... chalo yeah kaam bhi kar leti hu" Rubina made a fake sign but her slutty eyes were twinkling. She came close to Manish .. he could smell his perfume and her big boobs now were hanging before his eyes like ripe jackfruit. He felt little dizzy.
"So... Manish darling ...what you do to sell a product in your company? How customer know what product you are selling?"
"We place ads" Manish answered, unsure where this conversation is going.
"Exactly. We sell products to. Only we don’t sell jewellery ... we sell things more costly and valuable than that." Rubina's eyes were no longer smiling... Manish could feel it turning evil "Jaise ki, your precious wife. Lekin bechenge tabhi na jab customer log maal k photo dekh ke use kharidne k liye raazi honge.Aab samajh me aay, photo shooting kis liye hai?"
"aab kiyun jab pata lag gya hai ... kaise shooting hoga woh bhi bata dete hai" Parvez was saying "Let me show how the shooting will happen. Entire shooting will be in 3 sessions... first with sari, second western and third bikini. Actually shooting takes 15 minutes or so but makeup takes 40-45 minutes. Maybe more."
"Rubina will do the make ups for your slut. Bhabhiji shooting karengi main room me than she will go to that side room for changing dress between sessions. Now if you notice, Khan here has another camera" Parvez gestured towards Khan, who was indeed handling a huge camera. The zoom lens itself seems to be no less than 2 foot long..though in Khan's hand they seemed like a toy.
"Jab teri biwi corner room me kapde change karegi ...khan idhar se photo utha lega. " Parvez said. Then he turned towards Khan and said "Khan saab tyar hai na?"
Khan nodded. "I want Hi res pictures of every pose of that raand. Jab kapde utaregi aur jab kapde pahenegi. Kuch miss nahi hona chahie. Aur hi resolution, huh? I want to see every inch of her skin .. ek ek rom bhi pata lagna chahie. Thik hai na?"
Khan nodded again. Seemed like this guy never opened his mouth in life.
Parvez got up. "Chal Manish me bahar jata hu. Teri maal k aane k time ho gya hai. Rubina baby ... Manish ki khatirdari karo. Jab maal ayegi to bahar aa jana".
Parvez went out. Manish was hesitating so Rubina asked "Aur kuch swal hai kya?"
"Ha. I mean .... will I seat here?"
"Aur kaha jaoge? Kiyun pyari biwi ki photo shoot nahi dekhni hai kya?"
"Nahi nahi dekhna to chahta hu. But ..I mean ... If I seat here ... won’t she see me from this glass ....."
"Oh nahi meri raja ... kuch nahi dekh payegi, phikar na karo. This is special glass. Idhar se sabkuch dikhta hai but from that side it just looks like a normal mirror."
Manish breathed a sigh of relief. How stupid of him. These guys are pros.
Now all questions answered and his anxiety gone, Manish recaptured the discussion in last half an hour and suddenly a realization came to him. Oh my god ..oh my god .. Manish thought. His wife will do all the shoot thinking she is modelling for jewellery ...but actually she will be posing for becoming a prostitute!
His body felt hot and breaths became rapid ... partly to realize all his fantasies coming true and partly to realize he is going to be a witness of whole ordeal. HIs cock got rock hard and now was digging a tent in his jeans. He looked around and realized Rubina was watching him attentively. Not him really- rather the bulge in his pant.
Embarrassed, he tried to cross legs and hide his erection. Rubina laughed "Kiyun meri raja...Biwi ko raand banane k plan sun ke lund khada ho gya hai...hai na?"
She knelt down between his legs and brought her face closer to him. Her face and her pink lips were now only inches from his crotch and for the second time Manish resisted the urge to thrust forward and rub his bulge against those lips.
"Sharmao mat jaan .. you are not the first here and you won’t be the last. I have seen so many husbands selling there wife and so many boys selling there girlfriends... some for money, some for fun or revenge. but ek such baat bole? " Rubina was now lightly touching his pants bulge with her long nails. Like her lips ..her nails also were polished bright pink .. and she moving her nails around the outline of his cock "bahot saare maal dekhi me is dhande me lekin tumhari biwi sahi me zabardast maal hai. Jis lund ko milegi na ..woh to khushi se pagal ho jayega! Parvez bhai lakho kamayenge is maal se ... tum likh ke rakhna ..."
Rubina was lightly squeezing his throbbing cock now ... and despite she doing it over the pants, Manish realized he will shoot soon if she doesn’t stop. He knew that will be embarrassing ...especially in front of a slut like Rubina, who no doubt will make big fun of it. He wanted to stop her ... but he didn't have any power left to resist this sexy mistress.
Luckily, at this very moment sound of calling bell came. Somebody opened the door and then voice of a female came down. Manish realized it was Poorva's voice though he couldn't understand what she was talking.
"Hai zalim zamana ... phoorsat se koi kaam bhi nahi karne deti.." Rubina sighed and got up. "Lagta hai tumhari chammak challo aa gayee hai. Chalo me aab duty me laag jaati hu. Tumhe pani bagera kuch chahie?"
"N..no" Manish said.
"Ok then. I will come in between sessions to see you ... kuch chahie to tab bolna. But be sure not to go out of this room. You don’t want your wife to see you… right?"
"No, I won’t" Manish said. He had no intention of missing even a single moment of his wife’s ordeal.
"Oh ha, aur ek baat bolna toh bhool hi gayee. See this headphone here? Wear it, you will be able to hear what we talk in that room. We have secret mikes installed there."
Then she too left the room.