Chapter 1
It was Friday evening and most of the team at Mumbai Sky Developers central Andheri office had gone home to could get ready for a night on the town. Only Priya and Nandini, two of the more successful sales brokers, were left.
"Are you coming, Nandini? It's nearly half eight."
"Not yet, I want to finish the paperwork on the Deol sale."
"I don't blame you. I can't believe you managed to sell it. You did a good job there, girl. Worthy of a bonus, I reckon."
Nandini laughed. She and Priya knew there was only one sure fire way to get a bonus out of their boss—and it didn't involve selling houses. "I'll have to ask him for a private meeting on Monday morning. Is the regular room at the Taj free?"
"I don't know, you'll have to check the diary. Well, don't work too late. If anybody deserves to party tonight, it's you."
"Thanks. This shouldn't take me too long."
"Don't forget to lock up after you leave," Priya said as she left.
"As if. I'll see you at the club later."
"Later."
Once Priya was gone, Nandini felt a little strange being left alone in the office. It was dark outside, and with only her tiny desk lamp to light the room, it was a more than a touch creepy. She shivered, shook from her mind the thoughts of what happened to nice girls alone in the dark and returned to the paperwork for the house sale she'd negotiated earlier that day.
The Mumbai Mirror had dubbed Shankar Deol "the filthiest man in Maharashtra." He'd hoarded tons of useless crap in his one up one down terrace in South Mumbai's least desirable district and when the authorities had found him lying in his own vomit and asked the neighbours why they hadn't noticed the potent aroma of dead old man, they'd replied that it didn't smell any different than usual. After the house had been cleared, two elderly cousins from Nagpur, the old man's closest living relatives, had put it straight on the market to try to recover the clean-up costs. That was almost three years ago.
The house had been marketed by a string of estate agents but generated very little interest. It had been on Mumbai Sky Developers' books for nearly six months, and the elderly cousins were getting restless. There was talk of changing agents again. But now Nandini had sold it. That was something to celebrate. So what if the buyer had been hanging on to that week's copy of marmadur.ru, Maharashtra's post visited adult website. And so what if she was the star of the "Local Lovelies" feature that week. It's not as if she had promised to fuck him if he bought the house. The idea had crossed her mind, but she'd dismissed it. Something told her he wouldn't go for it. The dimwit actually seemed star-struck by her. If she'd suggested a little horizontal rumba, he'd probably have shot his load in his pants.
Nandini hoped that wasn't how all the men who'd seen her photo shoot would react. If it was, then the whole thing had been a waste of time. Sure, it had been a lot of fun and she'd been well paid for it, but that wasn't the point. Radhika, an old friend from university, had told her that after appearing in marmadur.ru she'd had to fight men off. She claimed she'd never had so much cock to choose from and Nandini liked the sound of that.
She completed the final form and took the papers to the back of the office, where she filed them away until Monday when she'd mail them to the solicitors. As she locked the filing cabinet, she heard the front door to the office open and whipped around to see who it was. The back of the office was dark and she knew whoever had just walked in wouldn't be able to see her. She strained her eyes and was able to make out two young men that she didn't recognise—one short, one dark, and both built like sportsmen.
The short one flicked on the lights which made Nandini squint until her eyes adjusted.
"Who are you?" asked the dark-haired man.
"Nandini Singh. I work here. Who the hell are you? And how did you get in?"
"Oh," said the man, "Sorry, Miss. I'm Shiv, and this is Pratyush. We're the cleaners. Everyone's normally gone by the time we get here."
"But we can work around you," said Pratyush. "We won't disturb you if you're still busy."
"That's okay," Nandini replied. "I'd just finished. I'll be out of the way in a sec."
She went back to her desk and as she began to tidy up. She could feel the young men's eyes on her as she bent over to tuck a few things into her handbag. She knew she looked good—she had to in her line of work because the office manager maintained that dressing well put the buyers at ease—so wasn't surprised they were checking her out.
She wasn't ashamed of her body either, which was why she'd been happy to show it off in marmadur.ru. She closed her bag, picked up her jacket from the back of her chair, and turned to face the two men. Sure enough, they'd been staring. They had the vacant expression that Nandini had come to associate with the penis taking over the main functions of the brain. The only thing missing was that their tongues weren't lolling out of their mouths. And all I did was bend over, she thought. God, I'm good.
"Well, good night, boys. You have fun with the vacuum cleaner and wood polish."
As she passed them on the way to the door, Pratyush said, "You know, I'm sure I've seen you before. But I don't know where."
"My picture's on the wall." Nandini waved towards the photograph of her receiving the Selling Agent of the Year Award from the company's chairman at the New Year’s dinner in Delhi.
Shiv and Pratyush looked at the photo and then back at Nandini. "Oh, yeah," said Pratyush. "That'd be it."
"Hang on a sec," said Shiv, pointing at her. "I know! You were in marmadur.ru this week. I'm sure it was you. I've got a copy here somewhere."
Before she could answer, he took his iPhone from his bag and scrolled through it until he came to the Local Lovelies section. "Bloody hell. It is you. Nandini, you don't half look good. What a great pair of chuchis! Get a butcher's at this, Pratyush."
"Fuck me, it is as well. Jesus bloody Christ! Forget the chuchis though, mate. Look at that arse. I'd love to pound on that."
Nandini coughed. "Excuse me, but I am standing right here."
Pratyush and Shiv looked at her. "Shit," said Shiv. "Sorry."
"Yeah, man. Sorry," said Pratyush. He turned to his friend. "It's your fault, dude. I mean, she's a real person, not a piece of meat. The girls that do these shoots aren't all come-loving sluts who'll fuck any bloke with a dick. Just 'cause she's got her baps out, doesn't mean she's up for it." He sounded as if he was reciting something he'd read in letter's section of The Mumbai Mirror.
Nandini coughed again. "If you've quite finished talking about me as if I wasn't here?" She stared from one to the other and they nodded. "As I was saying before you started getting all apologetic—I am a come-loving slut who'll fuck any bloke with a dick. And yes, I did get my baps out because I'm up for it." She shrugged. "What can I say, I'm a real life walking cliché—from my bleach black curls and big chuchis to the sexy undies I wear to work in case I get lucky with a client. And that's without mentioning my insatiable need for cock." By now, Shiv and Pratyush looked as if she'd slapped them. "Now, one of you said something about pounding my arse?"
Pratyush and Shiv looked dumbstruck. Well, thought Nandini, that's better than star struck. At least I might be able to shake them out of it.
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Chapter 2
"Er ... Sexy underwear? Really?" said Shiv.
"Oh, yeah. All the time. The sexier the better. Would you like to see?" Without waiting for a reply, Nandini casually threw her jacket over the back of the nearest chair and slowly unbuttoned her white silk blouse. Then she peeled it off her shoulders and tossed it on top of her jacket. "What do you think?"
Pratyush stared at her generous cleavage contained within a black lace bra. It was her second favourite bra—she'd been saving her favourite for going out that evening. Shiv blinked several times as if he couldn't quite believe his eyes.
"The knickers match," she said. "Do you want to see them too?" Again, she didn't wait for an answer, instead reaching behind to unzip her black skirt, which she slid down, wiggling her hips as she did, to reveal a tiny thong that did indeed match the bra—or at least what there was of it matched. She shimmied her hips again so that the skirt fell to the floor, stepped out of it and flicked it up with her foot. She caught it easily and put it on the chair with the rest of her clothes.
Despite what she'd said about being a walking cliché, she couldn't quite believe she was standing in front of two strange men, who both had to be at least five years her junior, in nothing but bra, knickers, black stockings and high heels. And she knew that before long one of them would have his cock buried in her cunt and in all probability, the other one would have his cock in her mouth at the same time. She was already dripping wet in anticipation.
She glanced over her shoulder to make sure that the security shutters were down on the display windows because she didn't want the local beat bobby to see her as he walked past on the lookout for drunken yobs. He might run her in for offending public decency. She did have some pride.
"Well?" she said, standing with her hands on her hips, one leg bent slightly and the other straight in a pose from her marmadur.ru photoshoot.
"Fucking hell," said Shiv. "Shit, you look even better than in the magazine."
"Damn straight," said Pratyush. "He's not lying. I swear I've had dreams about meeting a bird as gorgeous as you."
"And I'll bet meet her wasn't all you did in those dreams," she replied. "Well, boys, I'm going to make your dreams come true."
"Huh?" said Shiv and Pratyush in unison.
Nandini rolled her eyes.
It was Friday evening and most of the team at Mumbai Sky Developers central Andheri office had gone home to could get ready for a night on the town. Only Priya and Nandini, two of the more successful sales brokers, were left.
"Are you coming, Nandini? It's nearly half eight."
"Not yet, I want to finish the paperwork on the Deol sale."
"I don't blame you. I can't believe you managed to sell it. You did a good job there, girl. Worthy of a bonus, I reckon."
Nandini laughed. She and Priya knew there was only one sure fire way to get a bonus out of their boss—and it didn't involve selling houses. "I'll have to ask him for a private meeting on Monday morning. Is the regular room at the Taj free?"
"I don't know, you'll have to check the diary. Well, don't work too late. If anybody deserves to party tonight, it's you."
"Thanks. This shouldn't take me too long."
"Don't forget to lock up after you leave," Priya said as she left.
"As if. I'll see you at the club later."
"Later."
Once Priya was gone, Nandini felt a little strange being left alone in the office. It was dark outside, and with only her tiny desk lamp to light the room, it was a more than a touch creepy. She shivered, shook from her mind the thoughts of what happened to nice girls alone in the dark and returned to the paperwork for the house sale she'd negotiated earlier that day.
The Mumbai Mirror had dubbed Shankar Deol "the filthiest man in Maharashtra." He'd hoarded tons of useless crap in his one up one down terrace in South Mumbai's least desirable district and when the authorities had found him lying in his own vomit and asked the neighbours why they hadn't noticed the potent aroma of dead old man, they'd replied that it didn't smell any different than usual. After the house had been cleared, two elderly cousins from Nagpur, the old man's closest living relatives, had put it straight on the market to try to recover the clean-up costs. That was almost three years ago.
The house had been marketed by a string of estate agents but generated very little interest. It had been on Mumbai Sky Developers' books for nearly six months, and the elderly cousins were getting restless. There was talk of changing agents again. But now Nandini had sold it. That was something to celebrate. So what if the buyer had been hanging on to that week's copy of marmadur.ru, Maharashtra's post visited adult website. And so what if she was the star of the "Local Lovelies" feature that week. It's not as if she had promised to fuck him if he bought the house. The idea had crossed her mind, but she'd dismissed it. Something told her he wouldn't go for it. The dimwit actually seemed star-struck by her. If she'd suggested a little horizontal rumba, he'd probably have shot his load in his pants.
Nandini hoped that wasn't how all the men who'd seen her photo shoot would react. If it was, then the whole thing had been a waste of time. Sure, it had been a lot of fun and she'd been well paid for it, but that wasn't the point. Radhika, an old friend from university, had told her that after appearing in marmadur.ru she'd had to fight men off. She claimed she'd never had so much cock to choose from and Nandini liked the sound of that.
She completed the final form and took the papers to the back of the office, where she filed them away until Monday when she'd mail them to the solicitors. As she locked the filing cabinet, she heard the front door to the office open and whipped around to see who it was. The back of the office was dark and she knew whoever had just walked in wouldn't be able to see her. She strained her eyes and was able to make out two young men that she didn't recognise—one short, one dark, and both built like sportsmen.
The short one flicked on the lights which made Nandini squint until her eyes adjusted.
"Who are you?" asked the dark-haired man.
"Nandini Singh. I work here. Who the hell are you? And how did you get in?"
"Oh," said the man, "Sorry, Miss. I'm Shiv, and this is Pratyush. We're the cleaners. Everyone's normally gone by the time we get here."
"But we can work around you," said Pratyush. "We won't disturb you if you're still busy."
"That's okay," Nandini replied. "I'd just finished. I'll be out of the way in a sec."
She went back to her desk and as she began to tidy up. She could feel the young men's eyes on her as she bent over to tuck a few things into her handbag. She knew she looked good—she had to in her line of work because the office manager maintained that dressing well put the buyers at ease—so wasn't surprised they were checking her out.
She wasn't ashamed of her body either, which was why she'd been happy to show it off in marmadur.ru. She closed her bag, picked up her jacket from the back of her chair, and turned to face the two men. Sure enough, they'd been staring. They had the vacant expression that Nandini had come to associate with the penis taking over the main functions of the brain. The only thing missing was that their tongues weren't lolling out of their mouths. And all I did was bend over, she thought. God, I'm good.
"Well, good night, boys. You have fun with the vacuum cleaner and wood polish."
As she passed them on the way to the door, Pratyush said, "You know, I'm sure I've seen you before. But I don't know where."
"My picture's on the wall." Nandini waved towards the photograph of her receiving the Selling Agent of the Year Award from the company's chairman at the New Year’s dinner in Delhi.
Shiv and Pratyush looked at the photo and then back at Nandini. "Oh, yeah," said Pratyush. "That'd be it."
"Hang on a sec," said Shiv, pointing at her. "I know! You were in marmadur.ru this week. I'm sure it was you. I've got a copy here somewhere."
Before she could answer, he took his iPhone from his bag and scrolled through it until he came to the Local Lovelies section. "Bloody hell. It is you. Nandini, you don't half look good. What a great pair of chuchis! Get a butcher's at this, Pratyush."
"Fuck me, it is as well. Jesus bloody Christ! Forget the chuchis though, mate. Look at that arse. I'd love to pound on that."
Nandini coughed. "Excuse me, but I am standing right here."
Pratyush and Shiv looked at her. "Shit," said Shiv. "Sorry."
"Yeah, man. Sorry," said Pratyush. He turned to his friend. "It's your fault, dude. I mean, she's a real person, not a piece of meat. The girls that do these shoots aren't all come-loving sluts who'll fuck any bloke with a dick. Just 'cause she's got her baps out, doesn't mean she's up for it." He sounded as if he was reciting something he'd read in letter's section of The Mumbai Mirror.
Nandini coughed again. "If you've quite finished talking about me as if I wasn't here?" She stared from one to the other and they nodded. "As I was saying before you started getting all apologetic—I am a come-loving slut who'll fuck any bloke with a dick. And yes, I did get my baps out because I'm up for it." She shrugged. "What can I say, I'm a real life walking cliché—from my bleach black curls and big chuchis to the sexy undies I wear to work in case I get lucky with a client. And that's without mentioning my insatiable need for cock." By now, Shiv and Pratyush looked as if she'd slapped them. "Now, one of you said something about pounding my arse?"
Pratyush and Shiv looked dumbstruck. Well, thought Nandini, that's better than star struck. At least I might be able to shake them out of it.
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Chapter 2
"Er ... Sexy underwear? Really?" said Shiv.
"Oh, yeah. All the time. The sexier the better. Would you like to see?" Without waiting for a reply, Nandini casually threw her jacket over the back of the nearest chair and slowly unbuttoned her white silk blouse. Then she peeled it off her shoulders and tossed it on top of her jacket. "What do you think?"
Pratyush stared at her generous cleavage contained within a black lace bra. It was her second favourite bra—she'd been saving her favourite for going out that evening. Shiv blinked several times as if he couldn't quite believe his eyes.
"The knickers match," she said. "Do you want to see them too?" Again, she didn't wait for an answer, instead reaching behind to unzip her black skirt, which she slid down, wiggling her hips as she did, to reveal a tiny thong that did indeed match the bra—or at least what there was of it matched. She shimmied her hips again so that the skirt fell to the floor, stepped out of it and flicked it up with her foot. She caught it easily and put it on the chair with the rest of her clothes.
Despite what she'd said about being a walking cliché, she couldn't quite believe she was standing in front of two strange men, who both had to be at least five years her junior, in nothing but bra, knickers, black stockings and high heels. And she knew that before long one of them would have his cock buried in her cunt and in all probability, the other one would have his cock in her mouth at the same time. She was already dripping wet in anticipation.
She glanced over her shoulder to make sure that the security shutters were down on the display windows because she didn't want the local beat bobby to see her as he walked past on the lookout for drunken yobs. He might run her in for offending public decency. She did have some pride.
"Well?" she said, standing with her hands on her hips, one leg bent slightly and the other straight in a pose from her marmadur.ru photoshoot.
"Fucking hell," said Shiv. "Shit, you look even better than in the magazine."
"Damn straight," said Pratyush. "He's not lying. I swear I've had dreams about meeting a bird as gorgeous as you."
"And I'll bet meet her wasn't all you did in those dreams," she replied. "Well, boys, I'm going to make your dreams come true."
"Huh?" said Shiv and Pratyush in unison.
Nandini rolled her eyes.