Arpit Gujju smiled. It had been an epic weekend so far.
He has planned is summer vacation with his buddies Vishal and Rohit, which they have long awaited, particularly as their destination was Pattaya, Thailand They were there to party.
Party they had, Arpit wearily observed. They'd arrived on the Friday morning, got drunk and partied with some chicks from University all night, but Vishal had been the only one to score. Or at least, he was the only one who claimed to score. If he actually did, Arpit knew it would have required some divine intervention.
Once they'd slept a few hours they hit the Pattaya Island Beach. Arpit had felt too tired to do much but lie around with his shades on, admiring the ladies that passed by in their swimwear, but Vishal and Rohit had immediately hit the slides. It only took half an hour for Vishal to return with a limp. Rohit couldn't stop laughing as he told how Vishal had taken off down one of the slides after a hot girl in a bikini and had been pushing himself so fast that he flipped sideways out the slide and landed on the edge of it, narrowly missing his balls but injuring his right leg in the process.
Arpit sat with Vishal and listened to him grumble about his injury while Rohit did what Rohit does and took off in pursuit of several girls
heading for the waves. "You should get your shades on, Vishal," Arpit suggested. "Some of the women going past here are fine. You can really check them out."
His buddy grunted, so Arpit shrugged and put his iPod on, listening to some tunes while he admired a particularly hot MILF in a red
thong and matching top strolling past.
An hour or so passed and Rohit finally came back full of excitement insisting they come and meet these girls from Delhi, down Summer Vacation, too. He'd met them on the beach and had been chatting with them for the last forty minutes and they wanted to meet Arpit and Vishal too.
Arpit figured it sounded like fun, so he nodded and stashed his iPod under his towel, then got up to follow Rohit. Vishal grumbled but joined them anyway. It took ten minutes of paddling to catch up with the four girls on the lazy river, but Rohit introduced them all as Kajol, Ashin, Anushka and Sonam.
"So I take it your names are all fake then?" Arpit had laughed, getting a round of grins from the girls.
"Well, if you fine-ass bitches are using fake names, it must be for one reason, and that reason is carnal sinning," Vishal said, earning a scowl from Rohit. "I'm fucking right, aren't I?"
"What a fucking douchebag ," Anushka muttered. Arpit did the only thing he could think of to remedy the situation. He tipped over Vishal's inflatable, dumping him sideways into the beach.
Thankfully the girls all laughed as he came up spluttering and the tension was eased. Over the next couple of hours they hung out with the girls, Arpit mostly chatting to Anushka, Rohit to Sonam, while Vishal tried unsuccessfully to get chatting with Ashin and Kajol, much to everyone's amusement.
With it being late in the afternoon though, the girls announced they had to head off.
"You guys want to meet up tonight at a party we're going to? It'll be around midnight, if that's not too late," Anushka said, placing her hand on Arpit's arm.
"I think we should be out partying by then," He grinned. "Where about?"
"Meet us in Thai Country Club. Know where that is?"
"Sure," He nodded. "We passed it last night. You want to give me your number?"
She shook her head, but smiled. "I wouldn't hear my phone anyway. Maybe later," She said, winking.
"I'll look forward to it," Arpit replied.
As the girls got out at the steps, Arpit casually back-paddled his inflatable, watching as they got out the water. Kajol was the first out, a thin blonde with a black one-piece making her skin look very pale. Second out was Ashin, a black curvy girl with a dazzling smile and nice hips, followed by Sonam, the most tanned of the group.
Arpit smiled, knowing why Rohit had hit on her. She had by far the nicest body of the group and was the tallest by a couple of inches. Long dark hair tied in a ponytail, a black bikini, tight and firm all over, and an ass that reminded him of Jennifer Lopez.
Last out was Anushka, the girl he'd spent the last couple of hours chatting with. Her multi-coloured one-piece was slashed red and gold and showed her off quite nicely. She was average height, and pretty much average build. Nice ass, bit of a nice cleavage, nice legs.
Despite there being nothing outstanding about her, Arpit found her the most attractive of the four. Anushka turned and waved to Arpit. "Remember. Midnight."
"We'll be there," He waved back.
"Feel free to forget the douchebag," She called as she disappeared.
"The douchebag will be coming," Vishal shouted loud enough for half the park to hear. Realising everyone was looking at him, he muttered,"Shit," then tipped himself into the water
"Come on!"
"He's got the bit between his teeth on this one," Rohit admitted.
"I know," Arpit grunted. Vishal had been going at them non-stop for the last hour about hitting a strip club, but Arpit and Rohit were reluctant.. It wasn't that Arpit was against looking at naked women writhing all over him, but it was the amount of money they'd spend.
Three times in the past couple of years the three of them had gone to strip-bars and each time Arpit and Rohit had spent over two hundred bucks each, while Vishal had spent everything he had, and ended up relying on his friends to get him home again afterwards. Given they were planning on hitting the clubs to meet up with the girls later, Arpit and Rohit were reluctant to let Vishal loose or they'd end up paying for him all night.
"It'll be fun, fuckers. Come on," Vishal repeated. "We'll see some tits, some hot ass, some wet pussy. Maybe even get a couple of girls to give us a private show, know what I mean?" He winked.
Arpit knew what he meant. He meant that Vishal would chip in his last twenty bucks and Arpit and Rohit would have to put in a hundred each so that the three of them could sit there and feel awkward watching two chicks play with each other for a couple of minutes. Then they wouldn't have enough money to do anything else.
"Vishal, we can visit strip clubs back home. I want to get laid, and that doesn't happen with strippers," Arpit pointed out. "I want to meet the girls later."
"Yeah," Cased added. "You can't control yourself in these places man."
"Alright fuckers, what do I need to do to convince you not to be lame-ass cunts and go?" Vishal said quickly, his gaze darting between his two friends. Arpit could see how eager he was.
"How much money have you got left, Vishal?" Arpit asked.
"Two hundred and four bucks. We fucking leave tomorrow, guys. Pickup at ten past eleven," Vishal said.
"Come on, let's jjust go nuts, party like mother-fuckers and leave it all out there."
"I'll go if you give me one hundred and four bucks to keep for you until after we leave the strip club," Rohit said after a moment.
"What? No fucking way, cocksucker," Vishal blurted.
"That's my cash."
"Yeah, but Rohit's got a point," Arpit argued quickly.
"It's gonna cost us at least twenty bucks to get into the club, plus drinks and then a cab back here. Throw in some food tomorrow. You can't afford to spend more than a hundred in a strip bar."
"Hundred and four bucks," Rohit said, holding out his hand.
"No fucking way," Vishal said. "Stop being such a bunch of fucking cockblockers."
"Yeah, I'm not going unless you give the cash to Rohit either," Arpit said, crossing his arms.
"Or you can go out yourself, go to the stripclub on your own, and then wait for us to get in, but we're not giving you any cash at all. Not even tomorrow," Rohit added.
"Fucking bitches. What the fuck?" Vishal protested, but his resistance crumbled a moment later. "Okay, okay. Hundred and four bucks, but I want that fucking green back the second we leave the strip club, cunts."
"Okay," Rohit shrugged, while Arpit grinned and headed into the bathroom for a shower and a shave. He really wanted to impress Anushka tonight. Or whatever her real name was.
3P's Club, the sign said outside.
"This place looks like a dive," Arpit muttered quietly. Still it did offer fully nude dances and you could bring in your own booze.
"Come on, losers," Vishal grinned, a six-pack tucked under his arm. "Let's go see some shaking milk-bombs and wide open tampon-tunnels!"
Arpit shook his head at Vishal. Sometimes the guy could be such a dick, but his vocabulary for slang terms when it came to the female anatomy was inexhaustible.
"Dude," Rohit said. "If you call them that in front of any woman you're never gonna get laid."
"I do fine, fucktard," Vishal grinned. "Come on, let's go."
Arpit followed Vishal and Rohit into the club, paying the steep twenty five dollar door fee. The club looked a lot better inside than it did outside, and there must have been a hundred guys in the room, with a bit of a relaxed policy of under twenty-one getting applied by the security staff. There was even a table of women across the room, getting cheers as one of them slipped a note into the g-string of a dancer.
True to the advertising, a dancer was on another stage, gyrating around a pole, dressed only in black stockings and heels.
"Full nudity, bitches," Vishal announced.
"Come on, let's go get a table," Arpit said, keen to get out of earshot of the security before Vishal got them bounced right back out the door.
They sat down around a small table with four armchairs and within thirty seconds Vishal was waving a twenty at a tall, skinny redheaded dancer with underwear the same colour as her hair.
"You looking for a dance, sugar?" she asked, her accent betraying her East-european origins.
"You better fucking believe it, baby," Vishal grinned, leaning forward in his chair.
He has planned is summer vacation with his buddies Vishal and Rohit, which they have long awaited, particularly as their destination was Pattaya, Thailand They were there to party.
Party they had, Arpit wearily observed. They'd arrived on the Friday morning, got drunk and partied with some chicks from University all night, but Vishal had been the only one to score. Or at least, he was the only one who claimed to score. If he actually did, Arpit knew it would have required some divine intervention.
Once they'd slept a few hours they hit the Pattaya Island Beach. Arpit had felt too tired to do much but lie around with his shades on, admiring the ladies that passed by in their swimwear, but Vishal and Rohit had immediately hit the slides. It only took half an hour for Vishal to return with a limp. Rohit couldn't stop laughing as he told how Vishal had taken off down one of the slides after a hot girl in a bikini and had been pushing himself so fast that he flipped sideways out the slide and landed on the edge of it, narrowly missing his balls but injuring his right leg in the process.
Arpit sat with Vishal and listened to him grumble about his injury while Rohit did what Rohit does and took off in pursuit of several girls
heading for the waves. "You should get your shades on, Vishal," Arpit suggested. "Some of the women going past here are fine. You can really check them out."
His buddy grunted, so Arpit shrugged and put his iPod on, listening to some tunes while he admired a particularly hot MILF in a red
thong and matching top strolling past.
An hour or so passed and Rohit finally came back full of excitement insisting they come and meet these girls from Delhi, down Summer Vacation, too. He'd met them on the beach and had been chatting with them for the last forty minutes and they wanted to meet Arpit and Vishal too.
Arpit figured it sounded like fun, so he nodded and stashed his iPod under his towel, then got up to follow Rohit. Vishal grumbled but joined them anyway. It took ten minutes of paddling to catch up with the four girls on the lazy river, but Rohit introduced them all as Kajol, Ashin, Anushka and Sonam.
"So I take it your names are all fake then?" Arpit had laughed, getting a round of grins from the girls.
"Well, if you fine-ass bitches are using fake names, it must be for one reason, and that reason is carnal sinning," Vishal said, earning a scowl from Rohit. "I'm fucking right, aren't I?"
"What a fucking douchebag ," Anushka muttered. Arpit did the only thing he could think of to remedy the situation. He tipped over Vishal's inflatable, dumping him sideways into the beach.
Thankfully the girls all laughed as he came up spluttering and the tension was eased. Over the next couple of hours they hung out with the girls, Arpit mostly chatting to Anushka, Rohit to Sonam, while Vishal tried unsuccessfully to get chatting with Ashin and Kajol, much to everyone's amusement.
With it being late in the afternoon though, the girls announced they had to head off.
"You guys want to meet up tonight at a party we're going to? It'll be around midnight, if that's not too late," Anushka said, placing her hand on Arpit's arm.
"I think we should be out partying by then," He grinned. "Where about?"
"Meet us in Thai Country Club. Know where that is?"
"Sure," He nodded. "We passed it last night. You want to give me your number?"
She shook her head, but smiled. "I wouldn't hear my phone anyway. Maybe later," She said, winking.
"I'll look forward to it," Arpit replied.
As the girls got out at the steps, Arpit casually back-paddled his inflatable, watching as they got out the water. Kajol was the first out, a thin blonde with a black one-piece making her skin look very pale. Second out was Ashin, a black curvy girl with a dazzling smile and nice hips, followed by Sonam, the most tanned of the group.
Arpit smiled, knowing why Rohit had hit on her. She had by far the nicest body of the group and was the tallest by a couple of inches. Long dark hair tied in a ponytail, a black bikini, tight and firm all over, and an ass that reminded him of Jennifer Lopez.
Last out was Anushka, the girl he'd spent the last couple of hours chatting with. Her multi-coloured one-piece was slashed red and gold and showed her off quite nicely. She was average height, and pretty much average build. Nice ass, bit of a nice cleavage, nice legs.
Despite there being nothing outstanding about her, Arpit found her the most attractive of the four. Anushka turned and waved to Arpit. "Remember. Midnight."
"We'll be there," He waved back.
"Feel free to forget the douchebag," She called as she disappeared.
"The douchebag will be coming," Vishal shouted loud enough for half the park to hear. Realising everyone was looking at him, he muttered,"Shit," then tipped himself into the water
"Come on!"
"He's got the bit between his teeth on this one," Rohit admitted.
"I know," Arpit grunted. Vishal had been going at them non-stop for the last hour about hitting a strip club, but Arpit and Rohit were reluctant.. It wasn't that Arpit was against looking at naked women writhing all over him, but it was the amount of money they'd spend.
Three times in the past couple of years the three of them had gone to strip-bars and each time Arpit and Rohit had spent over two hundred bucks each, while Vishal had spent everything he had, and ended up relying on his friends to get him home again afterwards. Given they were planning on hitting the clubs to meet up with the girls later, Arpit and Rohit were reluctant to let Vishal loose or they'd end up paying for him all night.
"It'll be fun, fuckers. Come on," Vishal repeated. "We'll see some tits, some hot ass, some wet pussy. Maybe even get a couple of girls to give us a private show, know what I mean?" He winked.
Arpit knew what he meant. He meant that Vishal would chip in his last twenty bucks and Arpit and Rohit would have to put in a hundred each so that the three of them could sit there and feel awkward watching two chicks play with each other for a couple of minutes. Then they wouldn't have enough money to do anything else.
"Vishal, we can visit strip clubs back home. I want to get laid, and that doesn't happen with strippers," Arpit pointed out. "I want to meet the girls later."
"Yeah," Cased added. "You can't control yourself in these places man."
"Alright fuckers, what do I need to do to convince you not to be lame-ass cunts and go?" Vishal said quickly, his gaze darting between his two friends. Arpit could see how eager he was.
"How much money have you got left, Vishal?" Arpit asked.
"Two hundred and four bucks. We fucking leave tomorrow, guys. Pickup at ten past eleven," Vishal said.
"Come on, let's jjust go nuts, party like mother-fuckers and leave it all out there."
"I'll go if you give me one hundred and four bucks to keep for you until after we leave the strip club," Rohit said after a moment.
"What? No fucking way, cocksucker," Vishal blurted.
"That's my cash."
"Yeah, but Rohit's got a point," Arpit argued quickly.
"It's gonna cost us at least twenty bucks to get into the club, plus drinks and then a cab back here. Throw in some food tomorrow. You can't afford to spend more than a hundred in a strip bar."
"Hundred and four bucks," Rohit said, holding out his hand.
"No fucking way," Vishal said. "Stop being such a bunch of fucking cockblockers."
"Yeah, I'm not going unless you give the cash to Rohit either," Arpit said, crossing his arms.
"Or you can go out yourself, go to the stripclub on your own, and then wait for us to get in, but we're not giving you any cash at all. Not even tomorrow," Rohit added.
"Fucking bitches. What the fuck?" Vishal protested, but his resistance crumbled a moment later. "Okay, okay. Hundred and four bucks, but I want that fucking green back the second we leave the strip club, cunts."
"Okay," Rohit shrugged, while Arpit grinned and headed into the bathroom for a shower and a shave. He really wanted to impress Anushka tonight. Or whatever her real name was.
3P's Club, the sign said outside.
"This place looks like a dive," Arpit muttered quietly. Still it did offer fully nude dances and you could bring in your own booze.
"Come on, losers," Vishal grinned, a six-pack tucked under his arm. "Let's go see some shaking milk-bombs and wide open tampon-tunnels!"
Arpit shook his head at Vishal. Sometimes the guy could be such a dick, but his vocabulary for slang terms when it came to the female anatomy was inexhaustible.
"Dude," Rohit said. "If you call them that in front of any woman you're never gonna get laid."
"I do fine, fucktard," Vishal grinned. "Come on, let's go."
Arpit followed Vishal and Rohit into the club, paying the steep twenty five dollar door fee. The club looked a lot better inside than it did outside, and there must have been a hundred guys in the room, with a bit of a relaxed policy of under twenty-one getting applied by the security staff. There was even a table of women across the room, getting cheers as one of them slipped a note into the g-string of a dancer.
True to the advertising, a dancer was on another stage, gyrating around a pole, dressed only in black stockings and heels.
"Full nudity, bitches," Vishal announced.
"Come on, let's go get a table," Arpit said, keen to get out of earshot of the security before Vishal got them bounced right back out the door.
They sat down around a small table with four armchairs and within thirty seconds Vishal was waving a twenty at a tall, skinny redheaded dancer with underwear the same colour as her hair.
"You looking for a dance, sugar?" she asked, her accent betraying her East-european origins.
"You better fucking believe it, baby," Vishal grinned, leaning forward in his chair.
"Follow me, big boy," she purred, taking him by the hand and leading him off through an archway draped with strings of silver beads.
"He's gonna get kicked," Arpit laughed.
"Yep," Rohit nodded. "No chance he can keep his hands to himself."
"Bet you five bucks it takes less than two..." Arpit's voice trailed off as he caught sight of a familiar face. "That's Anushka.... from the beach!"
She was about thirty feet across the room, with long black curly hair, tied up at the back and dressed in black and silver underwear that showed off her body to perfection. She stood amidst a table of four guys, baiting them on to buy a dance.
"The stripper with the long dark hair?" Rohit asked, looking where Arpit's gaze was fixed. "That a wig she's got on, bro?"
"Must be." Anushka's hair was cut in a short bob that swept to one side, but her hair was a similar shade to the wig she was wearing. "She never said she was a fucking stripper. Business student, she told me."
"Well, if she's working here, she must have been planning to blow us off," Rohit pointed out. "I wonder if the rest of the girls work here too. I'm going for a look." Arpit nodded as Rohit got up and left the table.
He watched Anushka for a minute or two, feeling pretty disappointed that she'd lied to him today. He genuinely thought they were getting on good, that there was a mutual attraction there, and he felt optimistic about his chances tonight. Not now though.
"Hey baby," Arpit heard as he felt a touch on his arm. He turned to see the dancer from the stage when they'd first come in, now with a tight black dress on to supplement her stockings and heels.
"Hi," he replied, not really sure what to say.
"You gonna spend the night looking at Bipasha from afar, or would you like to look at Priya close up?" she purred quietly.
"Erm... which one are you?" Arpit asked, confused.
The dancer laughed. "I'm Priya, sweetie. The girl over there is Bipasha. You looking for a dance with me?" She lowered her voice and whispered in his ear. "I don't tease like she does. I deliver."
"Mind if I ask something?" Arpit blurted, partially intoxicated by Priyas perfume, but determined to get to the bottom of the Bipasha/Anushka thing.
"As long as it ends up with you and me having some private time, sweetie," she replied, turning and sitting on his knee, her stocking-clad legs crossing on his lap.
"Bipasha," Arpit began. "I met her today, at the water park. Is her real name Anushka?"
To his surprise Priya laughed. "I think you're getting her confused with someone else, sweetie. Bipasha wasn't at no waterpark today. The girl can't even swim."
Arpit frowned. "She was only on the Pattaya Beach anyway. It's only four foot deep."
"Trust me, sweetie," Priya smiled. "Bipasha wasn't at no water park today. And her name ain't Anushka neither."
"Well if it wasn't her, she must have a frickin twin in town," Arpit said, turning back to look at the brunette that was the spitting image of the girl he'd spent two hours talking to that afternoon.
"Anyway, enough about Bipasha," Priya said, whispering in his ear once more. She shifted her hips slightly on his lap, getting his attention. "Let's you and me go for a dance."
Arpit felt drawn in two directions. He really wanted to get a dance with Bipasha to find out if it was Anushka or not, but Priya had been very helpful, her scent was intoxicating and her butt felt very nice as it wriggled on his lap.
She stood up and took his hand, then cocked an eyebrow at him. "Let's go."
Before the dance Priya said she delivered, but Arpit honestly thought he'd had much better lapdances. It was as if her heart wasn't in it, and neither were her acting skills. He gave her twenty bucks anyway for going through the motions, thanked her and then returned to Rohit, joined a moment later by Vishal.
"Woo, mother fuckers," Vishal crowed as he sat down heavily. "That girl was all over me like a fat kids tongue on chocolate ice cream."
"You just had a lapdance and all you can think of to describe it is a fat kid licking ice cream?" Rohit laughed. "Dude, that's fucked up."
"That's not what I fucking meant," Vishal said quickly but the damage was done and while Arpit kept an eye on Bipasha, Rohit kept getting digs in on Vishal.
"Hey, did you find her friends here?" Arpit asked Rohit, remembering his friends search.
"No, man. They're not here. I even asked if there was girls on their break through the back, but the bartender said they were all working because it was so busy."
"I asked one of the other dancers and she said it's not her," Arpit explained. "Her name's Bipasha apparently."
"Stripper names are hot!" Vishal added.
Arpit and Rohit ignored him. "Do you think she was telling the truth?" Rohit asked. "Be a shame if it was her and the girls weren't going to meet us, but if it's just someone who looks like her then the girls might still be at Thailand Club at twelve."
"She said that Bipasha can't swim, and definitely wasn't at the waterpark today."
"You should get her over for a dance," Rohit suggested. "You can ask her yourself."
"I'm waiting for her to be done with those guys," Arpit explained.
"Fuck that shit," Vishal said getting up. "I'll go get her."
"Fuck no!" Arpit said quickly while Rohit grabbed Vishal's wrist. "You're not exactly Mister Tact-And-Diplomacy, Vishal."
"So? She's only a stripper and I know how to talk to strippers."
"Yeah? What about the four guys she's talking with though?" Rohit pointed out.
"Man, you're such a pussy," Vishal stated. Much as Arpit didn't like to agree with Vishal on much, what he said was true. Rohit would avoid any kind of potential physical confrontation and if one happened he was off like a scalded cat. He had no problem talking with women, but if there was other guys nearby showing an interest he'd avoid them like the plague rather than risk starting something.
"Vishal, have a seat, man," Arpit said. "I'll get her as soon as she's done with those guys, okay? Besides, there's no big rush. We don't have to be at the club for another hour."
"Yeah, man," Rohit added. "It's probably not even her anyway."
"Whatever, bitches," Vishal said, taking a seat and opening another of his beers.
They sat there for another half an hour while Bipasha took three of the guys individually in for dances, with Arpit biding his time. Vishal disappeared for another two lapdances and Rohit went for one. Another dancer approached Arpit but he declined the offer and after that the dancers seemed to leave him alone.
By the time Bipasha returned after the third dance and the fourth guy at the table declined a dance with her, Arpit was about ready to hop out his chair and go over but she turned and looked right at him and then strutted over.
It was so bizarre, he thought to himself as he saw absolutely no flicker of recognition on her face.
"Hey, gorgeous," she said as she sat on the arm of his chair, and he knew there and then it wasn't Anushka. It was her voice. It was different. A completely different tone.
Different accent. More husky and a little more Southern than Anushka's Northen twang.
"Your name's Bipasha, right?" Arpit said, more for a way of starting the conversation off.
"That's right," she nodded slowly. "A little bird told me you're looking for some quiet time with me." She didn't ask a question but made it a solid statement.
"Yeah, see today I was at a waterpark and I met this girl."
"And she teased you, am I right?"
"Not exactly," Arpit replied, a nervous smile on his face. He couldn't get over how much she looked like Anushka. "I met this girl and you two are unbelievably similar. I thought you were her."
"Well I don't have any sisters, and I wasn't at any waterparks today. I was too busy working on my all over tan," she said, making every word sound seductive. "Want to go to a private room so I can show you it?"
"Em... sure," Arpit replied. He'd spent most of his time in the club watching her, and if it wasn't Anushka then he wanted her to dance for him. If it was Anushka, then even better. He handed her the twenty bucks he had held in his hand for the last half hour.
"Follow me," she said firmly. "What's your name, handsome?"
"Arpit."
"You already know my name."
"Bipasha."
"Shall I tell you what else you know?" she said, dragging the beads out the way and beckoning him through the archway.
"Sure," Arpit stammered, feeling suddenly more nervous now than he had since his first ever time in a strip club.
"That I'm going to give you a dance you'll remember for the rest of your life," she purred. Her hand dragged him into a small booth to the right of the archway and he thumped into the seat. A single light shone down in the booth from above and music pumped from speakers high on the walls throughout the room.
"Remember, no touching, Arpit," she breathed in his ear as she sat down astride his lap. She sat upright, her thighs either side of his and took a hold of his wrists, then paused a second, giving him a curious look.
"What's up?" he asked, intensely aware of her chest inches from his face and the weight of her body on his.
"Nothing," she said quietly as if breaking from a trance. She took his wrists and placed them either side of him on the chiar. "Keep your hands there, Arpit. You're not gonna need them." Then she winked. "I know you've been watching me for a while now."
Without a seductive smile, Bipasha leaned back, her pelvis pressing into his and she continued, arching her back until her head was on the small table in the booth. Then, in time with the pulsing music, she began to pump her hips on his, as if she was riding him.
Arpit took a deep breath as his body immediately responded to this sultry woman gyrating on him, grinding her crotch on his through her thin black panties with the silver lace.
"He's gonna get kicked," Arpit laughed.
"Yep," Rohit nodded. "No chance he can keep his hands to himself."
"Bet you five bucks it takes less than two..." Arpit's voice trailed off as he caught sight of a familiar face. "That's Anushka.... from the beach!"
She was about thirty feet across the room, with long black curly hair, tied up at the back and dressed in black and silver underwear that showed off her body to perfection. She stood amidst a table of four guys, baiting them on to buy a dance.
"The stripper with the long dark hair?" Rohit asked, looking where Arpit's gaze was fixed. "That a wig she's got on, bro?"
"Must be." Anushka's hair was cut in a short bob that swept to one side, but her hair was a similar shade to the wig she was wearing. "She never said she was a fucking stripper. Business student, she told me."
"Well, if she's working here, she must have been planning to blow us off," Rohit pointed out. "I wonder if the rest of the girls work here too. I'm going for a look." Arpit nodded as Rohit got up and left the table.
He watched Anushka for a minute or two, feeling pretty disappointed that she'd lied to him today. He genuinely thought they were getting on good, that there was a mutual attraction there, and he felt optimistic about his chances tonight. Not now though.
"Hey baby," Arpit heard as he felt a touch on his arm. He turned to see the dancer from the stage when they'd first come in, now with a tight black dress on to supplement her stockings and heels.
"Hi," he replied, not really sure what to say.
"You gonna spend the night looking at Bipasha from afar, or would you like to look at Priya close up?" she purred quietly.
"Erm... which one are you?" Arpit asked, confused.
The dancer laughed. "I'm Priya, sweetie. The girl over there is Bipasha. You looking for a dance with me?" She lowered her voice and whispered in his ear. "I don't tease like she does. I deliver."
"Mind if I ask something?" Arpit blurted, partially intoxicated by Priyas perfume, but determined to get to the bottom of the Bipasha/Anushka thing.
"As long as it ends up with you and me having some private time, sweetie," she replied, turning and sitting on his knee, her stocking-clad legs crossing on his lap.
"Bipasha," Arpit began. "I met her today, at the water park. Is her real name Anushka?"
To his surprise Priya laughed. "I think you're getting her confused with someone else, sweetie. Bipasha wasn't at no waterpark today. The girl can't even swim."
Arpit frowned. "She was only on the Pattaya Beach anyway. It's only four foot deep."
"Trust me, sweetie," Priya smiled. "Bipasha wasn't at no water park today. And her name ain't Anushka neither."
"Well if it wasn't her, she must have a frickin twin in town," Arpit said, turning back to look at the brunette that was the spitting image of the girl he'd spent two hours talking to that afternoon.
"Anyway, enough about Bipasha," Priya said, whispering in his ear once more. She shifted her hips slightly on his lap, getting his attention. "Let's you and me go for a dance."
Arpit felt drawn in two directions. He really wanted to get a dance with Bipasha to find out if it was Anushka or not, but Priya had been very helpful, her scent was intoxicating and her butt felt very nice as it wriggled on his lap.
She stood up and took his hand, then cocked an eyebrow at him. "Let's go."
Before the dance Priya said she delivered, but Arpit honestly thought he'd had much better lapdances. It was as if her heart wasn't in it, and neither were her acting skills. He gave her twenty bucks anyway for going through the motions, thanked her and then returned to Rohit, joined a moment later by Vishal.
"Woo, mother fuckers," Vishal crowed as he sat down heavily. "That girl was all over me like a fat kids tongue on chocolate ice cream."
"You just had a lapdance and all you can think of to describe it is a fat kid licking ice cream?" Rohit laughed. "Dude, that's fucked up."
"That's not what I fucking meant," Vishal said quickly but the damage was done and while Arpit kept an eye on Bipasha, Rohit kept getting digs in on Vishal.
"Hey, did you find her friends here?" Arpit asked Rohit, remembering his friends search.
"No, man. They're not here. I even asked if there was girls on their break through the back, but the bartender said they were all working because it was so busy."
"I asked one of the other dancers and she said it's not her," Arpit explained. "Her name's Bipasha apparently."
"Stripper names are hot!" Vishal added.
Arpit and Rohit ignored him. "Do you think she was telling the truth?" Rohit asked. "Be a shame if it was her and the girls weren't going to meet us, but if it's just someone who looks like her then the girls might still be at Thailand Club at twelve."
"She said that Bipasha can't swim, and definitely wasn't at the waterpark today."
"You should get her over for a dance," Rohit suggested. "You can ask her yourself."
"I'm waiting for her to be done with those guys," Arpit explained.
"Fuck that shit," Vishal said getting up. "I'll go get her."
"Fuck no!" Arpit said quickly while Rohit grabbed Vishal's wrist. "You're not exactly Mister Tact-And-Diplomacy, Vishal."
"So? She's only a stripper and I know how to talk to strippers."
"Yeah? What about the four guys she's talking with though?" Rohit pointed out.
"Man, you're such a pussy," Vishal stated. Much as Arpit didn't like to agree with Vishal on much, what he said was true. Rohit would avoid any kind of potential physical confrontation and if one happened he was off like a scalded cat. He had no problem talking with women, but if there was other guys nearby showing an interest he'd avoid them like the plague rather than risk starting something.
"Vishal, have a seat, man," Arpit said. "I'll get her as soon as she's done with those guys, okay? Besides, there's no big rush. We don't have to be at the club for another hour."
"Yeah, man," Rohit added. "It's probably not even her anyway."
"Whatever, bitches," Vishal said, taking a seat and opening another of his beers.
They sat there for another half an hour while Bipasha took three of the guys individually in for dances, with Arpit biding his time. Vishal disappeared for another two lapdances and Rohit went for one. Another dancer approached Arpit but he declined the offer and after that the dancers seemed to leave him alone.
By the time Bipasha returned after the third dance and the fourth guy at the table declined a dance with her, Arpit was about ready to hop out his chair and go over but she turned and looked right at him and then strutted over.
It was so bizarre, he thought to himself as he saw absolutely no flicker of recognition on her face.
"Hey, gorgeous," she said as she sat on the arm of his chair, and he knew there and then it wasn't Anushka. It was her voice. It was different. A completely different tone.
Different accent. More husky and a little more Southern than Anushka's Northen twang.
"Your name's Bipasha, right?" Arpit said, more for a way of starting the conversation off.
"That's right," she nodded slowly. "A little bird told me you're looking for some quiet time with me." She didn't ask a question but made it a solid statement.
"Yeah, see today I was at a waterpark and I met this girl."
"And she teased you, am I right?"
"Not exactly," Arpit replied, a nervous smile on his face. He couldn't get over how much she looked like Anushka. "I met this girl and you two are unbelievably similar. I thought you were her."
"Well I don't have any sisters, and I wasn't at any waterparks today. I was too busy working on my all over tan," she said, making every word sound seductive. "Want to go to a private room so I can show you it?"
"Em... sure," Arpit replied. He'd spent most of his time in the club watching her, and if it wasn't Anushka then he wanted her to dance for him. If it was Anushka, then even better. He handed her the twenty bucks he had held in his hand for the last half hour.
"Follow me," she said firmly. "What's your name, handsome?"
"Arpit."
"You already know my name."
"Bipasha."
"Shall I tell you what else you know?" she said, dragging the beads out the way and beckoning him through the archway.
"Sure," Arpit stammered, feeling suddenly more nervous now than he had since his first ever time in a strip club.
"That I'm going to give you a dance you'll remember for the rest of your life," she purred. Her hand dragged him into a small booth to the right of the archway and he thumped into the seat. A single light shone down in the booth from above and music pumped from speakers high on the walls throughout the room.
"Remember, no touching, Arpit," she breathed in his ear as she sat down astride his lap. She sat upright, her thighs either side of his and took a hold of his wrists, then paused a second, giving him a curious look.
"What's up?" he asked, intensely aware of her chest inches from his face and the weight of her body on his.
"Nothing," she said quietly as if breaking from a trance. She took his wrists and placed them either side of him on the chiar. "Keep your hands there, Arpit. You're not gonna need them." Then she winked. "I know you've been watching me for a while now."
Without a seductive smile, Bipasha leaned back, her pelvis pressing into his and she continued, arching her back until her head was on the small table in the booth. Then, in time with the pulsing music, she began to pump her hips on his, as if she was riding him.
Arpit took a deep breath as his body immediately responded to this sultry woman gyrating on him, grinding her crotch on his through her thin black panties with the silver lace.
Bipasha bumped him extra hard, then four beats later the same again, then once more. Her hips resumed their quick movement, rocking on him in time with the music.
"Oh Jesus," he muttered, feeling his cock begin to rise in his jeans. With his hands at his sides he could feel it getting thicker and longer, growing down the right leg of his trousers. Without adjustment it was going to get painful.
Bipasha flicked herself back upright on his lap, a graceful and erotic movement that placed her chest right in front of his face. Arpit licked his lips, acutely aware of her breathing and the rise and fall of her breasts.
He felt Bipasha's hand slip around behind his neck and she began to slowly ride him, as if on a bucking bronco in slow motion, grinding her hips on him, her flat taught stomach rolling with each movement.
"Oh Jesus," he repeated.
Her hands came up to her chest, barely a foot from his face and her finger glided slowly over her bra, tender fingertips caressing the material until they met in the middle.
A smooth graceful motion had the front clip undone and then she rolled her head back and thrust her chest forward as her bra slid off her shoulders.
The luxurious full shape of her breasts moved within inches of Arpit's face and as his mouth dropped open of it's own volition, suddenly she swung away again, her left hand landing on his forehead. Arpit felt his head being held firmly agianst the seat as Bipasha rose onto her knees, her breasts hovering deliciously over his open mouth.
He watched in agonisingly close detail as her free hand caressed her nipple for a moment, her face invisible in the silhouette of the overhead light, and then she brought it towards his mouth. Arpit's tongue flickered out, so close, aching to taste her tight little pink nub, longing to suck it into his mouth and pleasure her.
Her body swayed, bringing her nipple closer then swinging away out of reach by a few inches, then back again once more. Arpit's tongue darted out at each swaying movement, but her hand held his head firmly in place, his tongue as little as an inch out of reach of it's target.
He groaned, an involuntary sound that brought her nipple closer. His tongue stretched out, as far as he could make it reach and he strained as she inched her breast in, closer and closer until he was sure he would be able to lick her nipple.
He positively ached for it, and it was all he could do to keep his hands at his sides and not drag her into his mouth.
She released his head from the seat, but before Arpit could smother her nipple in his mouth she stood up, swaying her hips from side to side above him, slowly shuffling backwards for a moment, before she suddenly dropped to a crouch.
Withthe lightest of touches, her hands spread his knees apart, and her head dartedbetween his legs, down low, almost under his balls, and he felt her nosetouching the material of his trousers.
"Holyfuck," he growled, his breathing deep, his cock straining tight againstthe inner leg of his trousers as she moved her head around his groin.
Bipasha'stongue darted out a moment later, right at the bottom of his button-fly,pressing through the denim on the base of his shaft, then slowly probing alongthe length of his cock, it's bulge easily visible. It continued, sometimesabove, sometimes below, but always in contact until her tongue met the tip ofhis trapped erection.
Hereyes rose to meet his. "Now this won't do, will it?" she purred,barely audible above the pulsing music. Her hands slid down the inside of histhighs, her right caressing the underside of his balls, the left positioningitself under his cock, and as Arpit gasped, she maneuvred his erection until itwas upright in his trousers.
Bipasha'stongue dragged itself up his button fly, bulging from the contained erection,from bottom to the tip and for a couple of seconds her head bobbed up and down,as if she was sucking him off. Arpit felt a desperate need to wrap his fingersin her hair and hold her in place, but before he could lose control and grabher she had moved again.
Thistime she half stood and turned around, her back now to him, her luscious,gorgeous buttocks in front of him. Again he licked his lips as they slowlylowered onto his waist, nudging a little from side to side until he could feelhis erection nestled between the cheeks of her ass.
Thiswas already a completely different class of lapdance from the one he'dexperienced with Priya a short time ago.
Bipashaslowly dragged her ass down the length of his cock, and as Arpit's head pressedback against the chair in blissful agony, she slowly rode back up him. Herhands rose to either side of her head, lacing themselves in her hair as herbuttocks began to slowly ride his cock, pulling his foreskin up and down withevery motion.
Arpitwas in heaven. If it was possible to fuck someone without penetrating them,then this was it, and Bipasha was really going to town on him. As her assdragged up and down either side of his cock, she leaned back slowly until herhead lay on his right shoulder. He could feel her breath on his neck as helooked at her breasts, her nipples tight and hard and agonisingly close, yetstill out of reach.
Heshivered as her tongue darted out, caressing the skin of his neck, slowlytracing an invisible pattern higher and higher until his ear was sucked intoher mouth. Arpit's eyes closed, the sensations all over his body becoming moreintense by the second as Bipasha manipulated his senses.
Hiseyes snapped back open as she released his ear from her mouth and he watched asher fingertips took a light grip on her nipple, twisting it slightly, pullingit a little, making it stiffer and harder as her buttocks pressed down on hiscock.
"Fuck,"he said, his voice thick with desire.
Bipashaslowly sat upright, her ass lifting off his cock as she stood and bent over,yet her hand darted down, caressing his erection as if reassuring it. Arpitcould see right between her legs and the outline of her pussy through the blackpanties. His heart raced in hope that she was about to take them off.
Herknees bent again, bouncing her ass off his cock a couple of times as if she wasriding him, but her legs straightened again a moment later and one of her handsmoved between her legs, a finger tracing the the lips of her pussy andcontinuing between the cheeks of her ass.
Arpitlicked his lips again as the finger continued up past her ass, stopping at thewaistband of her panties and hooking inside.
"Please,"he mouthed silently, smiling as the finger began to draw her panties down, inchby inch, right in front of him. They peeled slowly from her skin, Bipasha bentover right in front of him, presenting him with the best possible view, closeup.
Arpittook a deep breath, his heart racing as his eyes focussed on her imminentlyvisible asshole yet Bipasha twisted her body a half-turn to the right, teasinghim further. He could see the wicked grin on her face as she watched hisreaction, swaying her ass from side to side as she slid her underwear down overher buttocks, then slowly down her thighs, dropping them to the floor.
Arpitwanted her desperately to resume her previous position, yet she continuedswaying her hips before him, side on so he couldn't get a glimpse of what helonged to see. His cock was aching for attention and he shifted his hips alittle to try and ease the pressure.
Bipashapaused, stopped the swaying of her hips and placed a hand back on his forehead.The view of her body in profile just intensified Arpit's lust and he was surehe could hear his heart thumping above the beats of the pulsing music in thesmall room.
Hegasped as Bipasha moved quickly, a graceful fluid motion that suddenly had herfeet either side of his hips with her hips above his head, her gorgeous pussyright in front of his face. Arpit swallowed, an unconscious reaciton to thesight before him.
Ashe watched, Bipasha held his head in place, barely a foot away from her nakedpelvis and she slid her free hand slowly down over her stomach, over her hipand then onto her shaven mound. Her fingernails traced in circles on thesensitive skin and Arpit was sure there were goosebumps there, so delicate washer touch.
Herfingers slid lower, caressing the lips of her pussy, sliding back and forthalong either side and Arpit mouth opened wide as she slid her index fingerinside her, a quick dip that accepted her whole finger with no hesitation. Herfinger slowly began to slide back out yet darted back in as deep as it wouldgo. Bipasha arched her back as she fingered herself, and Arpit licked his lips,feeling as if his cock got any harder it would burst.
Ashe watched she slid her finger free from the depths of her pussy, and as shebrought it towards Arpit's mouth he opened wide, pressing forward to meet it,wanting nothing more in that instant than to suck her finger clean and tasteher wetness.
Bipasha'shand pressed firmly on his forehead keeping him in place and his eyes flickeredup to hers, seeing the delightful smirk of a born tease on her beautifulfeatures. Before he could make another move her wet finger swiped right underhis nose, drawing from left to right, leaving a moist trail of her scentbetween his lip and nose.
"Yeah,"Arpit blurted, immediately closing his mouth and inhaling through his nose totry and catch a whiff of her. His tongue darted out and wiped his upper lip,catching a slight hint of pussy on the tip of his tongue, but not enough tosatisfy him.
Bipasha'shands moved to either side of his head and her pelvis began to sway towardshim. He felt his head get yanked back a little and he opened his mouth andstuck his tongue up, desperately hoping to taste her, to pleasure her and tofeel her writhing on him. He knew he was breathing fast, was aroused beyondbelief, and he wanted this girl, even if it wasn't Anushka. She was too toned,too firm to be the girl he'd chatted with that day.
"Oh Jesus," he muttered, feeling his cock begin to rise in his jeans. With his hands at his sides he could feel it getting thicker and longer, growing down the right leg of his trousers. Without adjustment it was going to get painful.
Bipasha flicked herself back upright on his lap, a graceful and erotic movement that placed her chest right in front of his face. Arpit licked his lips, acutely aware of her breathing and the rise and fall of her breasts.
He felt Bipasha's hand slip around behind his neck and she began to slowly ride him, as if on a bucking bronco in slow motion, grinding her hips on him, her flat taught stomach rolling with each movement.
"Oh Jesus," he repeated.
Her hands came up to her chest, barely a foot from his face and her finger glided slowly over her bra, tender fingertips caressing the material until they met in the middle.
A smooth graceful motion had the front clip undone and then she rolled her head back and thrust her chest forward as her bra slid off her shoulders.
The luxurious full shape of her breasts moved within inches of Arpit's face and as his mouth dropped open of it's own volition, suddenly she swung away again, her left hand landing on his forehead. Arpit felt his head being held firmly agianst the seat as Bipasha rose onto her knees, her breasts hovering deliciously over his open mouth.
He watched in agonisingly close detail as her free hand caressed her nipple for a moment, her face invisible in the silhouette of the overhead light, and then she brought it towards his mouth. Arpit's tongue flickered out, so close, aching to taste her tight little pink nub, longing to suck it into his mouth and pleasure her.
Her body swayed, bringing her nipple closer then swinging away out of reach by a few inches, then back again once more. Arpit's tongue darted out at each swaying movement, but her hand held his head firmly in place, his tongue as little as an inch out of reach of it's target.
He groaned, an involuntary sound that brought her nipple closer. His tongue stretched out, as far as he could make it reach and he strained as she inched her breast in, closer and closer until he was sure he would be able to lick her nipple.
He positively ached for it, and it was all he could do to keep his hands at his sides and not drag her into his mouth.
She released his head from the seat, but before Arpit could smother her nipple in his mouth she stood up, swaying her hips from side to side above him, slowly shuffling backwards for a moment, before she suddenly dropped to a crouch.
Withthe lightest of touches, her hands spread his knees apart, and her head dartedbetween his legs, down low, almost under his balls, and he felt her nosetouching the material of his trousers.
"Holyfuck," he growled, his breathing deep, his cock straining tight againstthe inner leg of his trousers as she moved her head around his groin.
Bipasha'stongue darted out a moment later, right at the bottom of his button-fly,pressing through the denim on the base of his shaft, then slowly probing alongthe length of his cock, it's bulge easily visible. It continued, sometimesabove, sometimes below, but always in contact until her tongue met the tip ofhis trapped erection.
Hereyes rose to meet his. "Now this won't do, will it?" she purred,barely audible above the pulsing music. Her hands slid down the inside of histhighs, her right caressing the underside of his balls, the left positioningitself under his cock, and as Arpit gasped, she maneuvred his erection until itwas upright in his trousers.
Bipasha'stongue dragged itself up his button fly, bulging from the contained erection,from bottom to the tip and for a couple of seconds her head bobbed up and down,as if she was sucking him off. Arpit felt a desperate need to wrap his fingersin her hair and hold her in place, but before he could lose control and grabher she had moved again.
Thistime she half stood and turned around, her back now to him, her luscious,gorgeous buttocks in front of him. Again he licked his lips as they slowlylowered onto his waist, nudging a little from side to side until he could feelhis erection nestled between the cheeks of her ass.
Thiswas already a completely different class of lapdance from the one he'dexperienced with Priya a short time ago.
Bipashaslowly dragged her ass down the length of his cock, and as Arpit's head pressedback against the chair in blissful agony, she slowly rode back up him. Herhands rose to either side of her head, lacing themselves in her hair as herbuttocks began to slowly ride his cock, pulling his foreskin up and down withevery motion.
Arpitwas in heaven. If it was possible to fuck someone without penetrating them,then this was it, and Bipasha was really going to town on him. As her assdragged up and down either side of his cock, she leaned back slowly until herhead lay on his right shoulder. He could feel her breath on his neck as helooked at her breasts, her nipples tight and hard and agonisingly close, yetstill out of reach.
Heshivered as her tongue darted out, caressing the skin of his neck, slowlytracing an invisible pattern higher and higher until his ear was sucked intoher mouth. Arpit's eyes closed, the sensations all over his body becoming moreintense by the second as Bipasha manipulated his senses.
Hiseyes snapped back open as she released his ear from her mouth and he watched asher fingertips took a light grip on her nipple, twisting it slightly, pullingit a little, making it stiffer and harder as her buttocks pressed down on hiscock.
"Fuck,"he said, his voice thick with desire.
Bipashaslowly sat upright, her ass lifting off his cock as she stood and bent over,yet her hand darted down, caressing his erection as if reassuring it. Arpitcould see right between her legs and the outline of her pussy through the blackpanties. His heart raced in hope that she was about to take them off.
Herknees bent again, bouncing her ass off his cock a couple of times as if she wasriding him, but her legs straightened again a moment later and one of her handsmoved between her legs, a finger tracing the the lips of her pussy andcontinuing between the cheeks of her ass.
Arpitlicked his lips again as the finger continued up past her ass, stopping at thewaistband of her panties and hooking inside.
"Please,"he mouthed silently, smiling as the finger began to draw her panties down, inchby inch, right in front of him. They peeled slowly from her skin, Bipasha bentover right in front of him, presenting him with the best possible view, closeup.
Arpittook a deep breath, his heart racing as his eyes focussed on her imminentlyvisible asshole yet Bipasha twisted her body a half-turn to the right, teasinghim further. He could see the wicked grin on her face as she watched hisreaction, swaying her ass from side to side as she slid her underwear down overher buttocks, then slowly down her thighs, dropping them to the floor.
Arpitwanted her desperately to resume her previous position, yet she continuedswaying her hips before him, side on so he couldn't get a glimpse of what helonged to see. His cock was aching for attention and he shifted his hips alittle to try and ease the pressure.
Bipashapaused, stopped the swaying of her hips and placed a hand back on his forehead.The view of her body in profile just intensified Arpit's lust and he was surehe could hear his heart thumping above the beats of the pulsing music in thesmall room.
Hegasped as Bipasha moved quickly, a graceful fluid motion that suddenly had herfeet either side of his hips with her hips above his head, her gorgeous pussyright in front of his face. Arpit swallowed, an unconscious reaciton to thesight before him.
Ashe watched, Bipasha held his head in place, barely a foot away from her nakedpelvis and she slid her free hand slowly down over her stomach, over her hipand then onto her shaven mound. Her fingernails traced in circles on thesensitive skin and Arpit was sure there were goosebumps there, so delicate washer touch.
Herfingers slid lower, caressing the lips of her pussy, sliding back and forthalong either side and Arpit mouth opened wide as she slid her index fingerinside her, a quick dip that accepted her whole finger with no hesitation. Herfinger slowly began to slide back out yet darted back in as deep as it wouldgo. Bipasha arched her back as she fingered herself, and Arpit licked his lips,feeling as if his cock got any harder it would burst.
Ashe watched she slid her finger free from the depths of her pussy, and as shebrought it towards Arpit's mouth he opened wide, pressing forward to meet it,wanting nothing more in that instant than to suck her finger clean and tasteher wetness.
Bipasha'shand pressed firmly on his forehead keeping him in place and his eyes flickeredup to hers, seeing the delightful smirk of a born tease on her beautifulfeatures. Before he could make another move her wet finger swiped right underhis nose, drawing from left to right, leaving a moist trail of her scentbetween his lip and nose.
"Yeah,"Arpit blurted, immediately closing his mouth and inhaling through his nose totry and catch a whiff of her. His tongue darted out and wiped his upper lip,catching a slight hint of pussy on the tip of his tongue, but not enough tosatisfy him.
Bipasha'shands moved to either side of his head and her pelvis began to sway towardshim. He felt his head get yanked back a little and he opened his mouth andstuck his tongue up, desperately hoping to taste her, to pleasure her and tofeel her writhing on him. He knew he was breathing fast, was aroused beyondbelief, and he wanted this girl, even if it wasn't Anushka. She was too toned,too firm to be the girl he'd chatted with that day.
Bipasha was like theevil-twin version of Anushka. Well, her erotic alter-ego.
Histongue probed as her pussy got closer, longing to make contact with thatbeautiful moist haven, yet she remained just out of reach. Her hips rocked backand forth in front of him, and he could smell her, sense that she was arousedtoo. She was too close for him to see but it was all instinct.
Eachtime he tried to lift his head and plunge into her with his tongue she eitherpressed his head back into the seat or her hips swayed just out of reach. Shewas an incredible tease and she was playing him like an expert. He was overcomewith desire, longing to taste her, touch her, or possess her, trapped by theknowledge that if he pushed his luck and used his hands or used his strength totaste her his feet wouldn't touch the floor until he was on his face out on thestreet.
Hiseyes flickered up to hers, and she paused, frozen with that same curious,quizzical look on her face she had before the dance started. She was looking athim as if something wasn't quite right.
Asshe stood there above him, her pussy barely inches from his mouth, he took achance and pushed his tongue forward, then pulled the back of his head from theseat.
Arpitwas in heaven the instant that the tip of his tongue slid between her lips,immediately tasting her scent, her arousal. He flicked his tongue up, seekingand finding that delicious little bud that maximised the pleasure and hedragged his tongue firmly up it, flciking upwards with the very tip of histongue.
Ithad been only a second, probably not even that, yet he saw the expression ofpleasure cross her face at the same time as her back arched and her pussylifted back out of reach. The hands on his head pressed him back, yet Arpit wasexultant. He'd tasted her, she was wet, and it was all he could think of.
Bipashabegan to sway to the pulsing music, now further away from him, but as his eyesslid slowly up her body Arpit thought she had never looked hotter. His eyes methers and he could see the intensity of her eyes, staring at him as if trying todecide something only she knew. He hoped she would decide to give him anothertaste.
Arpitwatched as she bent at the knees, her feet still either side of his hips andher hands slid to behind his neck as she slowly squatted down onto his hips,bringing her to a similar position to when she had first started the dance forhim, although now she was naked, he was hard and he knew she was wet.
Hefelt her pussy resting on his erection, only the denim of his trousersseparating them and then she lifted free of him, her hips rising and falling amoment later further down his cock. A slow, body-arching movement dragged herpussy up the length of his erection and Arpit growled in intensity of thepleasure and desire coursing through him.
Sherepeated the movement again, then a third time, and then as he was thrusting upto meet her she paused, leaving him there humping his jeans. She smiled, andArpit smiled too, knowing he was being manipulated by a master and not caring.He was loving every second of it.
Bipashaslid back and lowered her feet to the floor. Her body swayed, twisted anddanced for him between his thighs, shadows and light flickering over her skinwith each movement. As she rotated slowly Arpit glanced down at her ass, firmand taught yet shapely enough for him to want to bury his face in it.
Shebacked into him, the back of her knees hitting the inside of his thighs andthen she slowly lowered herself down, resuming the position she'd held earlier,her buttocks enveloping his erection through his trousers and she began to rockher hips.
Bipashaleaned back, this time to his left. Her head came down on his shoulder as herbuttocks continued to rock up and down his pelvis, jerking him off, making himgasp. She sucked his ear in her mouth again, intensifying things further forArpit, further than he could handle.
"Didyou enjoy your wicked little taste?" she whispered in his ear, her voicedeep and husky.
Arpitnodded, his eyes closed. He longed to lift his hands and grab her hips, herbreasts, anything to keep her in place. The constant motion on his cock wasgoing to make him cum, he knew, but he didn't care he was still dressed, didn'thave any thoughts beyond the pleasure of that moment.
"Thrustingyour tongue into my wet little pussy like a bad boy?" she continued,drawing a groan from Arpit as her ass worked his cock. He could feel hisbreathing deepen. His balls begin to tighten and he knew it wouldn't be long.
"Andnow you want to cum, don't you?" she whispered.
"Yes,"Arpit gasped. He felt her suck in his earlobe once more, releasing it quickly.Her hips took a longer and slower ride down his cock.
"Ibet you want to touch me, don't you?" Bipasha whispered. "To grab me,to take me, to fuck me."
Arpit'scock was going to explode and he knew it. His breath was coming in sharp gaspsnow, hard and fast as Bipasha lay on top of him, working his cock with herbuttocks, working his mind with her words.
Hefelt her hands fasten on his wrists, lifting them both. She pulled them up tomeet her rocking hips and he gripped a hold of them, holding them in place topush his cock against, but Bipasha continued to arch her back, riding hislength up and down, manipulating his cock. He could feel it start to happen andhis entire body tensed up.
"Ismy ass going to make you cum, Arpit," she whispered in his ear.
BeforeArpit could reply Bipasha's buttocks tensed up, gripping him and her hipsrocked fast, much faster than before, riding him hard and firm through histrousers. It sent him right over the edge.
Hisbreathing changed, deep fast pants of breath mixed with groans, right in herear. His cock pumped out spurt after spurt of cum onto the inside of hisboxers. His body exploded in waves of pleasure, hard surges of bliss as thedancer on his lap manipulated him into and through his orgasm.
"Goodboy," she murmured, jerking him off with the cheeks of her ass.
Momentslater Arpit's hands fell away from her hips, exhausted and sated as the last ofhis orgasm washed over him. Bipasha lay still across his body now, relaxed andmotionless. Her tongue darted out and traced a circle on his neck.
"Didyou enjoy the dance, Arpit?" she said quietly as he lay there panting.
Henodded, not really capable of words or coherent sentences.
"Andit's a dance you'll remember for the rest of your life, isn't it?" shesaid. He could hear the the wickedness in her voice with a hint ofself-satisfaction for a job well done.
Henodded. "F... fuck yes," he stammered a moment later."Incredible."
Shekissed him on the cheek, a surprisingly tender and gentle kiss, her right handcoming up to hold him in place. "My pleasure," she murmured.
Arpitfelt her shift her weight as if she was about to get up, and his hands claspedher hips. "Don't go."
"Igotta get dressed, Arpit," she said, smiling at him. She wiggled her hipsfrom side to side.. "Besides, I think you might need to go clean up."
Shekissed his cheek once more, a disarming gesture that provided affection at thesame time as reminding Arpit that the dance was over. This time as she shiftedher weight to sit up he let her go, feeling her sitting upright on his lap, herback to him.
Arpitbecame aware of how the inside of his trousers were plastered with cum, and itwas rapidly cooling now. She was right, he knew. He'd need to go clean up, andwith a sigh of regret he accepted that the dance was finished.
"You'rea hell of a good dancer, Bipasha," he said, watching as she bent over topick up her panties and bra.
Shewiggled her hips on him, giving him a physical response rather than a verbalone he probably wouldn't have heard anyway. He took it as a sign she waspleased with his compliment and while she slipped her panties around herankles, he pulled another twenty from his pocket.
Bipashastood, bent over at the waist and slid her panties back up her legs. It was thefirst glimpes Arpit got of her ass and of her pussy from the rear and it madehim lick his lips. She straightened as she slipped her black panties with thesilver lace back up, adjusting them on her hips and then she half-turned andsat on his right thigh.
"Here,"Arpit said, lifting the twenty and handing it to her. "Best dance I'veever had. If I could give you a hundred bucks I would, and you'd stil deserve atip."
"Aren'tyou sweet," she said, and gave him a brief peck on the lips. "Thankyou, Arpit."
Bipashaslipped her bra back on in a swift, practiced movement, fastening it and thenrunning her fingers quickly through her hair, shrugging it back into place.
"Shallwe?" she said, standing and holding a hand out to Arpit to help him getup.
Hesmiled, took her hand and stood up, feeling a little wobbly for a moment,making her chuckle.
"Kneetrembler?"
Arpitnodded. "Told you you were good."
"Oh,I know I'm good," she said, smirking. "Honestly though, I don'tusually get turned on when I do a lapdance, but there's something about you,Arpit."
Arpitsmiled, but he knew that was a line. He didn't say anything further, but lether lead him from the booth and back through the beaded curtains to the mainroom.
Shestopped and gave him a peck on the cheek, and with a whispered, "Thanksfor the dance," she was off. Arpit looked over at his friends, watching adancer up on the main stage doing naked acrobatics with her thighs claspedaround a steel pole, and smiling, he headed for the bathroom.
Arpit,Vishal and Rohit arrived at Thailand Club but had to wait in the queue. Thetime passed quickly with Rohit repeatedly reminding Vishal not to be a totaldick and Vishal repeatedly quizzing Arpit about the lapdance. Since he cleanedhimself up in the bathroom at the club, Arpit hadn't said a word about it tohis buddies. He'd also ditched his boxers in the restroom waste-paper bin andended up going commando.
Histongue probed as her pussy got closer, longing to make contact with thatbeautiful moist haven, yet she remained just out of reach. Her hips rocked backand forth in front of him, and he could smell her, sense that she was arousedtoo. She was too close for him to see but it was all instinct.
Eachtime he tried to lift his head and plunge into her with his tongue she eitherpressed his head back into the seat or her hips swayed just out of reach. Shewas an incredible tease and she was playing him like an expert. He was overcomewith desire, longing to taste her, touch her, or possess her, trapped by theknowledge that if he pushed his luck and used his hands or used his strength totaste her his feet wouldn't touch the floor until he was on his face out on thestreet.
Hiseyes flickered up to hers, and she paused, frozen with that same curious,quizzical look on her face she had before the dance started. She was looking athim as if something wasn't quite right.
Asshe stood there above him, her pussy barely inches from his mouth, he took achance and pushed his tongue forward, then pulled the back of his head from theseat.
Arpitwas in heaven the instant that the tip of his tongue slid between her lips,immediately tasting her scent, her arousal. He flicked his tongue up, seekingand finding that delicious little bud that maximised the pleasure and hedragged his tongue firmly up it, flciking upwards with the very tip of histongue.
Ithad been only a second, probably not even that, yet he saw the expression ofpleasure cross her face at the same time as her back arched and her pussylifted back out of reach. The hands on his head pressed him back, yet Arpit wasexultant. He'd tasted her, she was wet, and it was all he could think of.
Bipashabegan to sway to the pulsing music, now further away from him, but as his eyesslid slowly up her body Arpit thought she had never looked hotter. His eyes methers and he could see the intensity of her eyes, staring at him as if trying todecide something only she knew. He hoped she would decide to give him anothertaste.
Arpitwatched as she bent at the knees, her feet still either side of his hips andher hands slid to behind his neck as she slowly squatted down onto his hips,bringing her to a similar position to when she had first started the dance forhim, although now she was naked, he was hard and he knew she was wet.
Hefelt her pussy resting on his erection, only the denim of his trousersseparating them and then she lifted free of him, her hips rising and falling amoment later further down his cock. A slow, body-arching movement dragged herpussy up the length of his erection and Arpit growled in intensity of thepleasure and desire coursing through him.
Sherepeated the movement again, then a third time, and then as he was thrusting upto meet her she paused, leaving him there humping his jeans. She smiled, andArpit smiled too, knowing he was being manipulated by a master and not caring.He was loving every second of it.
Bipashaslid back and lowered her feet to the floor. Her body swayed, twisted anddanced for him between his thighs, shadows and light flickering over her skinwith each movement. As she rotated slowly Arpit glanced down at her ass, firmand taught yet shapely enough for him to want to bury his face in it.
Shebacked into him, the back of her knees hitting the inside of his thighs andthen she slowly lowered herself down, resuming the position she'd held earlier,her buttocks enveloping his erection through his trousers and she began to rockher hips.
Bipashaleaned back, this time to his left. Her head came down on his shoulder as herbuttocks continued to rock up and down his pelvis, jerking him off, making himgasp. She sucked his ear in her mouth again, intensifying things further forArpit, further than he could handle.
"Didyou enjoy your wicked little taste?" she whispered in his ear, her voicedeep and husky.
Arpitnodded, his eyes closed. He longed to lift his hands and grab her hips, herbreasts, anything to keep her in place. The constant motion on his cock wasgoing to make him cum, he knew, but he didn't care he was still dressed, didn'thave any thoughts beyond the pleasure of that moment.
"Thrustingyour tongue into my wet little pussy like a bad boy?" she continued,drawing a groan from Arpit as her ass worked his cock. He could feel hisbreathing deepen. His balls begin to tighten and he knew it wouldn't be long.
"Andnow you want to cum, don't you?" she whispered.
"Yes,"Arpit gasped. He felt her suck in his earlobe once more, releasing it quickly.Her hips took a longer and slower ride down his cock.
"Ibet you want to touch me, don't you?" Bipasha whispered. "To grab me,to take me, to fuck me."
Arpit'scock was going to explode and he knew it. His breath was coming in sharp gaspsnow, hard and fast as Bipasha lay on top of him, working his cock with herbuttocks, working his mind with her words.
Hefelt her hands fasten on his wrists, lifting them both. She pulled them up tomeet her rocking hips and he gripped a hold of them, holding them in place topush his cock against, but Bipasha continued to arch her back, riding hislength up and down, manipulating his cock. He could feel it start to happen andhis entire body tensed up.
"Ismy ass going to make you cum, Arpit," she whispered in his ear.
BeforeArpit could reply Bipasha's buttocks tensed up, gripping him and her hipsrocked fast, much faster than before, riding him hard and firm through histrousers. It sent him right over the edge.
Hisbreathing changed, deep fast pants of breath mixed with groans, right in herear. His cock pumped out spurt after spurt of cum onto the inside of hisboxers. His body exploded in waves of pleasure, hard surges of bliss as thedancer on his lap manipulated him into and through his orgasm.
"Goodboy," she murmured, jerking him off with the cheeks of her ass.
Momentslater Arpit's hands fell away from her hips, exhausted and sated as the last ofhis orgasm washed over him. Bipasha lay still across his body now, relaxed andmotionless. Her tongue darted out and traced a circle on his neck.
"Didyou enjoy the dance, Arpit?" she said quietly as he lay there panting.
Henodded, not really capable of words or coherent sentences.
"Andit's a dance you'll remember for the rest of your life, isn't it?" shesaid. He could hear the the wickedness in her voice with a hint ofself-satisfaction for a job well done.
Henodded. "F... fuck yes," he stammered a moment later."Incredible."
Shekissed him on the cheek, a surprisingly tender and gentle kiss, her right handcoming up to hold him in place. "My pleasure," she murmured.
Arpitfelt her shift her weight as if she was about to get up, and his hands claspedher hips. "Don't go."
"Igotta get dressed, Arpit," she said, smiling at him. She wiggled her hipsfrom side to side.. "Besides, I think you might need to go clean up."
Shekissed his cheek once more, a disarming gesture that provided affection at thesame time as reminding Arpit that the dance was over. This time as she shiftedher weight to sit up he let her go, feeling her sitting upright on his lap, herback to him.
Arpitbecame aware of how the inside of his trousers were plastered with cum, and itwas rapidly cooling now. She was right, he knew. He'd need to go clean up, andwith a sigh of regret he accepted that the dance was finished.
"You'rea hell of a good dancer, Bipasha," he said, watching as she bent over topick up her panties and bra.
Shewiggled her hips on him, giving him a physical response rather than a verbalone he probably wouldn't have heard anyway. He took it as a sign she waspleased with his compliment and while she slipped her panties around herankles, he pulled another twenty from his pocket.
Bipashastood, bent over at the waist and slid her panties back up her legs. It was thefirst glimpes Arpit got of her ass and of her pussy from the rear and it madehim lick his lips. She straightened as she slipped her black panties with thesilver lace back up, adjusting them on her hips and then she half-turned andsat on his right thigh.
"Here,"Arpit said, lifting the twenty and handing it to her. "Best dance I'veever had. If I could give you a hundred bucks I would, and you'd stil deserve atip."
"Aren'tyou sweet," she said, and gave him a brief peck on the lips. "Thankyou, Arpit."
Bipashaslipped her bra back on in a swift, practiced movement, fastening it and thenrunning her fingers quickly through her hair, shrugging it back into place.
"Shallwe?" she said, standing and holding a hand out to Arpit to help him getup.
Hesmiled, took her hand and stood up, feeling a little wobbly for a moment,making her chuckle.
"Kneetrembler?"
Arpitnodded. "Told you you were good."
"Oh,I know I'm good," she said, smirking. "Honestly though, I don'tusually get turned on when I do a lapdance, but there's something about you,Arpit."
Arpitsmiled, but he knew that was a line. He didn't say anything further, but lether lead him from the booth and back through the beaded curtains to the mainroom.
Shestopped and gave him a peck on the cheek, and with a whispered, "Thanksfor the dance," she was off. Arpit looked over at his friends, watching adancer up on the main stage doing naked acrobatics with her thighs claspedaround a steel pole, and smiling, he headed for the bathroom.
Arpit,Vishal and Rohit arrived at Thailand Club but had to wait in the queue. Thetime passed quickly with Rohit repeatedly reminding Vishal not to be a totaldick and Vishal repeatedly quizzing Arpit about the lapdance. Since he cleanedhimself up in the bathroom at the club, Arpit hadn't said a word about it tohis buddies. He'd also ditched his boxers in the restroom waste-paper bin andended up going commando.
There was no way he was going to tell Vishal thatstory.
Ata little after twelve they were admitted to Thailand Club, a large placefocussed around dancing and drinking, with DJ's playing a mixture of mainstreamdance and latin house music, and Arpit immediately picked up on the coolchilled vibe of the place. Vishal and Rohit hit the bar while Arpit wentlooking for the girls. The guys had caught up with him again by the time hespotted them, so the three of them walked over to join them.
"Hey,"Arpit smiled as he approached Anushka.
"HiArpit," she said, smiling back. "So you guys made it then? We thoughtyou weren't gonna show."
Arpitsmiled, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that Bipasha wasn't Anushka, butthe similarity to her was frightening. Realising he hadn't answered her, hesmiled. "Yeah, we got stuck in the line outside. Here now though."
"Gladto hear it," Anushka replied giving him a nudge with her elbow.
"Hey,wanna dance?"
"Sure."
Arpitfollowed her down to the dance floor and took the opportunity to check her out.He really dug the short black skirt and boots and the black and white cut-offtop she wore really showed her off. Once they were on the dance floor, Arpitlet himself go. He'd always enjoyed dancing, especially in clubs and when a lotof his friends went through that phase where they thought that dancing was'gay', Arpit was able to dance with most of the hot chicks in his school. Nowhe was twenty he felt comfortable on the dance floor.
Whilethey enjoyed the music, Arpit noticed the odd guy checking out Anushka fromtime to time. She really did look hot, he noted, and he liked how she keptlooking at him. Despite his earlier orgasm at the strip club he could feel atingle of excitement in the pit of his stomach.
Afterfifteen minutes or so out on the floor, where they were briefly joined by Rohitand Sonam, they stopped for a drink. Arpit grabbed them a couple of stoolslooking down on the dancefloor and they sat down.
"Sowhat you been up to tonight then?" Arpit asked.
"Oh,you know. This and that," she grinned. "Four girls out on thetown."
"Ican imagine," he laughed. "Lots of teasing and flirting?"
"Littlebit," she replied, laughing. "Bit of drinking, bit of dancingtoo."
"Goodstuff." He took a swig of his beer and after offering Anushka anotherdrink, he popped down to the bar and got a round of drinks in for them all.When he got back Vishal was telling them all about the strip club they were atearlier.
Arpitgroaned, as he hand't intended telling any of the girls about 3P's Club but heshould have known that Vishal was incapable of any kind of tact or diplomacy.He popped the drinks down on the table and picked up his and Anushka's, handingher it.
"Sometimeshe's a total asshole," He muttered.
"Nowthat's a bad case of stating-the-obvious you've got there, Arpit," Anushkasaid. He could see she wanted to ask a question of him.
"Didhe tell you about the girl who looked like you?" Arpit asked, figuring hemight as well cut to the chase.
Shenodded. "He said you thought she was me?"
"Yeah,I thought that at first, so I asked another dancer but she said Bipashacouldn't swim, so it couldn't be her at the waterpark," Arpit explained ashe saw Anushka snigger. "Excellent stripper name, huh?"
"Classy,"Anushka nodded. "So Vishal said you got a dance with her?"
Arpitnodded, his expression serious. "I wanted to find out if it was you ornot. I know it wasn't now, but I had to speak to her to find out. I didn't knowif you were serious about meeting us here tonight and were actually a stripper,or if there was someone who looked like you and you were still gonna behere."
"Right,"she said slowly. "So you got a lapdance with my doppelganger to find outif I'd be here or not?" He could see Anushka found the story prettyamusing.
"Prettymuch," Arpit admitted. "Anyway, me and Rohit only went to the clubbecause Vishal was gonna go and we'd promised him before we left home that wewould."
"Youdidn't want to go see naked strippers?" she asked quickly.
"No...I mean, yes but..." Arpit stopped, realising she was messing with him."Nice one," he laughed.
Anushkawinked at him and sipped at her cocktail. "Hey, was it any good?"
"Waswhat any good?"
"Thelapdance? Vishal said you wouldn't speak about it."
"Youreally want to know?" Arpit asked, looking at her curiously, wonderingwhere she was going with this.
"Ofcourse."
"Why?"
"BecauseI want to know if this stripper is good or not, especially if other peoplemight think she's me. A girl has a reputation to uphold after all and qualitymatters."
Arpitlaughed, pleased to see she hadn't decided he was a creep because he went to astrip club with his buddies. He did noticed that the more Vishal talked themore Kajol and Ashin frowned at him. Meanwhile he could see Rohit and Sonamgetting cosy, with hands slipping around waists, gentle touches and nudgesaplenty.
"Theyseem to be getting on well," he said quietly to Anushka.
"Yeah,"she nodded. "They're cute together. I'm glad they're getting on."
"Howare we doing?" Arpit asked on an impulse. He liked to take people bysurprise from time to time.
Hercheeks flushed a little as she looked at him. "Not too bad so far.Definitely potential there."
"Soyou think I'm hot then?" he said, careful not to speak too loud.
"You'reokay," she said archly. "What about me?"
"Ithink you're hot. You're cute and sexy and lots of fun," Arpit said,making it up as he went. "I think you're a really good person too, and youdeserve to have some fun." He swivelled the stool so he was no longerfacing the group, positioning himself facing the dancefloor. He was pleased tosee Anushka doing the same, their shoulders now touching as they sipped attheir drinks.
"I'm....glad you think so," she said a moment later, her cheeks a little blushed.
"Youknow, we could just take off right now?" he suggested, but she smiled andshook her head.
"Notyet. It's our last night here, so I want to party some more." She gave hima very firm look. "Later though, you might get to come back to our place.We've got a villa."
"I'msure we'd both enjoy that," he said carefully, smiling a little. On animpulse he leaned forward to kiss her, but she jerked her head back and broughta finger up to his lips.
"Pleasetell me you washed after your lapdance."
Herstatement made Arpit chuckled. "Of course I did."
Shenarrowed her eyes. "You're sure?"
"Definitely,"he nodded, and then was pleased when she leaned in and kissed him. Her lipswere soft yet assertive and they kissed for a few seconds.
"Considerthat a canape to start your appetite," she said, smiling.
"Ifthat was a canape then my stomach is making growling sounds already," helaughed.
Theyhit the dancefloor after that, pausing occasionally for drinks, but alwaysheading back to dance. As the evening wore on they touched more and more,starting with light brushes and progressing to some pretty firm grinding andcaresses. While drinking Arpit and Anushka were either touching each othershands, or Anushka was leaning into Arpit's chest, at one point sitting on his knee.It was two hours of solid foreplay before the club closed.
Theseven of them left the club, with Rohit and Sonam firmly paired off like Arpitand Anushka, while Vishal tried unsuccessfully to get anywhere with eitherKajol or Ashin, but the most he got was when he tried one of his chat-up linesand they couldn't stop laughing for several minutes. Rohit suggested that hehop in a cab, but Vishal wouldn't have it, and if his buddies were going to aparty, he was too.
Thewalk to the villa Anushka was staying at took about twenty minutes and by thetime they got there, they were all feeling pretty buzzed with the alcohol. Whenthey opened the front door Arpit was really impressed. It had several bedrooms,a large lounge area and a swimming pool and jacuzzi out the back.
Arpitjust shook his head as Vishal made straight for the pool, bombing themirror-flat surface from as great a height as he could manage, fully clothed.
"Whata fucking moron," Anushka laughed.
"He'sa good guy," Arpit laughed. "He just.... he's not that tactful andthere's no filter between his brain and his mouth, but if you ever need someoneto get your back, he's there."
"Hesounds like he'd get you into more trouble than out of it though," sheteased, holding his hand.
"Hehas his moments," Arpit said, smiling.
"Comeon," Anushka said, dragging him into one of the rooms off the lounge.Arpit's heartbeat accelerated as he entered Anushka's bedroom. Typical of anineteen year old girl there was clothes, shoes, magazines and makeupeverywhere.
"Niceand tidy," he laughed.
"There'ssome floor somewhere," she shrugged. "And don't get your hopes upjust yet, mister," she added quickly. "I figure if we're gonna have aswim, you can pick out a bikini for me to wear."
"Yougonna model them for me?"
"No,"she said, laughing. "But you can choose what I've to wear, and then laterI might let you take it off me."
"Ican cope with that job."
"Thoughtyou might," she grinned. Anushka rummaged around on the floor, gathering upvarious different coloured bits of swimsuits and while she did that, Arpitlooked around, spotting a rather fancy camera on one of the units.
"Nicecamera."
"Yeah,it's not too bad," she smiled. "I'm really into photography, but Ididn't want to bring my good camera with me. That's just a D80."
"Iknow it's a Nikon, but I don't know one model from another," Arpit smiled."Looks expensive."
Anushkashrugged. "The body isn't that expensive. The lens is a bit more though.Twenty-eight to seventy, F two point eight."
Arpitchuckled. "I don't know what any of that means."
"It'snot the standard lens that comes with the camera. It's more a... specialistportrait lens," she explained. "I make a little side income with myphotography back in Mumbai. Actors headshots, Corporate portraits, stuff likethat.
Ata little after twelve they were admitted to Thailand Club, a large placefocussed around dancing and drinking, with DJ's playing a mixture of mainstreamdance and latin house music, and Arpit immediately picked up on the coolchilled vibe of the place. Vishal and Rohit hit the bar while Arpit wentlooking for the girls. The guys had caught up with him again by the time hespotted them, so the three of them walked over to join them.
"Hey,"Arpit smiled as he approached Anushka.
"HiArpit," she said, smiling back. "So you guys made it then? We thoughtyou weren't gonna show."
Arpitsmiled, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that Bipasha wasn't Anushka, butthe similarity to her was frightening. Realising he hadn't answered her, hesmiled. "Yeah, we got stuck in the line outside. Here now though."
"Gladto hear it," Anushka replied giving him a nudge with her elbow.
"Hey,wanna dance?"
"Sure."
Arpitfollowed her down to the dance floor and took the opportunity to check her out.He really dug the short black skirt and boots and the black and white cut-offtop she wore really showed her off. Once they were on the dance floor, Arpitlet himself go. He'd always enjoyed dancing, especially in clubs and when a lotof his friends went through that phase where they thought that dancing was'gay', Arpit was able to dance with most of the hot chicks in his school. Nowhe was twenty he felt comfortable on the dance floor.
Whilethey enjoyed the music, Arpit noticed the odd guy checking out Anushka fromtime to time. She really did look hot, he noted, and he liked how she keptlooking at him. Despite his earlier orgasm at the strip club he could feel atingle of excitement in the pit of his stomach.
Afterfifteen minutes or so out on the floor, where they were briefly joined by Rohitand Sonam, they stopped for a drink. Arpit grabbed them a couple of stoolslooking down on the dancefloor and they sat down.
"Sowhat you been up to tonight then?" Arpit asked.
"Oh,you know. This and that," she grinned. "Four girls out on thetown."
"Ican imagine," he laughed. "Lots of teasing and flirting?"
"Littlebit," she replied, laughing. "Bit of drinking, bit of dancingtoo."
"Goodstuff." He took a swig of his beer and after offering Anushka anotherdrink, he popped down to the bar and got a round of drinks in for them all.When he got back Vishal was telling them all about the strip club they were atearlier.
Arpitgroaned, as he hand't intended telling any of the girls about 3P's Club but heshould have known that Vishal was incapable of any kind of tact or diplomacy.He popped the drinks down on the table and picked up his and Anushka's, handingher it.
"Sometimeshe's a total asshole," He muttered.
"Nowthat's a bad case of stating-the-obvious you've got there, Arpit," Anushkasaid. He could see she wanted to ask a question of him.
"Didhe tell you about the girl who looked like you?" Arpit asked, figuring hemight as well cut to the chase.
Shenodded. "He said you thought she was me?"
"Yeah,I thought that at first, so I asked another dancer but she said Bipashacouldn't swim, so it couldn't be her at the waterpark," Arpit explained ashe saw Anushka snigger. "Excellent stripper name, huh?"
"Classy,"Anushka nodded. "So Vishal said you got a dance with her?"
Arpitnodded, his expression serious. "I wanted to find out if it was you ornot. I know it wasn't now, but I had to speak to her to find out. I didn't knowif you were serious about meeting us here tonight and were actually a stripper,or if there was someone who looked like you and you were still gonna behere."
"Right,"she said slowly. "So you got a lapdance with my doppelganger to find outif I'd be here or not?" He could see Anushka found the story prettyamusing.
"Prettymuch," Arpit admitted. "Anyway, me and Rohit only went to the clubbecause Vishal was gonna go and we'd promised him before we left home that wewould."
"Youdidn't want to go see naked strippers?" she asked quickly.
"No...I mean, yes but..." Arpit stopped, realising she was messing with him."Nice one," he laughed.
Anushkawinked at him and sipped at her cocktail. "Hey, was it any good?"
"Waswhat any good?"
"Thelapdance? Vishal said you wouldn't speak about it."
"Youreally want to know?" Arpit asked, looking at her curiously, wonderingwhere she was going with this.
"Ofcourse."
"Why?"
"BecauseI want to know if this stripper is good or not, especially if other peoplemight think she's me. A girl has a reputation to uphold after all and qualitymatters."
Arpitlaughed, pleased to see she hadn't decided he was a creep because he went to astrip club with his buddies. He did noticed that the more Vishal talked themore Kajol and Ashin frowned at him. Meanwhile he could see Rohit and Sonamgetting cosy, with hands slipping around waists, gentle touches and nudgesaplenty.
"Theyseem to be getting on well," he said quietly to Anushka.
"Yeah,"she nodded. "They're cute together. I'm glad they're getting on."
"Howare we doing?" Arpit asked on an impulse. He liked to take people bysurprise from time to time.
Hercheeks flushed a little as she looked at him. "Not too bad so far.Definitely potential there."
"Soyou think I'm hot then?" he said, careful not to speak too loud.
"You'reokay," she said archly. "What about me?"
"Ithink you're hot. You're cute and sexy and lots of fun," Arpit said,making it up as he went. "I think you're a really good person too, and youdeserve to have some fun." He swivelled the stool so he was no longerfacing the group, positioning himself facing the dancefloor. He was pleased tosee Anushka doing the same, their shoulders now touching as they sipped attheir drinks.
"I'm....glad you think so," she said a moment later, her cheeks a little blushed.
"Youknow, we could just take off right now?" he suggested, but she smiled andshook her head.
"Notyet. It's our last night here, so I want to party some more." She gave hima very firm look. "Later though, you might get to come back to our place.We've got a villa."
"I'msure we'd both enjoy that," he said carefully, smiling a little. On animpulse he leaned forward to kiss her, but she jerked her head back and broughta finger up to his lips.
"Pleasetell me you washed after your lapdance."
Herstatement made Arpit chuckled. "Of course I did."
Shenarrowed her eyes. "You're sure?"
"Definitely,"he nodded, and then was pleased when she leaned in and kissed him. Her lipswere soft yet assertive and they kissed for a few seconds.
"Considerthat a canape to start your appetite," she said, smiling.
"Ifthat was a canape then my stomach is making growling sounds already," helaughed.
Theyhit the dancefloor after that, pausing occasionally for drinks, but alwaysheading back to dance. As the evening wore on they touched more and more,starting with light brushes and progressing to some pretty firm grinding andcaresses. While drinking Arpit and Anushka were either touching each othershands, or Anushka was leaning into Arpit's chest, at one point sitting on his knee.It was two hours of solid foreplay before the club closed.
Theseven of them left the club, with Rohit and Sonam firmly paired off like Arpitand Anushka, while Vishal tried unsuccessfully to get anywhere with eitherKajol or Ashin, but the most he got was when he tried one of his chat-up linesand they couldn't stop laughing for several minutes. Rohit suggested that hehop in a cab, but Vishal wouldn't have it, and if his buddies were going to aparty, he was too.
Thewalk to the villa Anushka was staying at took about twenty minutes and by thetime they got there, they were all feeling pretty buzzed with the alcohol. Whenthey opened the front door Arpit was really impressed. It had several bedrooms,a large lounge area and a swimming pool and jacuzzi out the back.
Arpitjust shook his head as Vishal made straight for the pool, bombing themirror-flat surface from as great a height as he could manage, fully clothed.
"Whata fucking moron," Anushka laughed.
"He'sa good guy," Arpit laughed. "He just.... he's not that tactful andthere's no filter between his brain and his mouth, but if you ever need someoneto get your back, he's there."
"Hesounds like he'd get you into more trouble than out of it though," sheteased, holding his hand.
"Hehas his moments," Arpit said, smiling.
"Comeon," Anushka said, dragging him into one of the rooms off the lounge.Arpit's heartbeat accelerated as he entered Anushka's bedroom. Typical of anineteen year old girl there was clothes, shoes, magazines and makeupeverywhere.
"Niceand tidy," he laughed.
"There'ssome floor somewhere," she shrugged. "And don't get your hopes upjust yet, mister," she added quickly. "I figure if we're gonna have aswim, you can pick out a bikini for me to wear."
"Yougonna model them for me?"
"No,"she said, laughing. "But you can choose what I've to wear, and then laterI might let you take it off me."
"Ican cope with that job."
"Thoughtyou might," she grinned. Anushka rummaged around on the floor, gathering upvarious different coloured bits of swimsuits and while she did that, Arpitlooked around, spotting a rather fancy camera on one of the units.
"Nicecamera."
"Yeah,it's not too bad," she smiled. "I'm really into photography, but Ididn't want to bring my good camera with me. That's just a D80."
"Iknow it's a Nikon, but I don't know one model from another," Arpit smiled."Looks expensive."
Anushkashrugged. "The body isn't that expensive. The lens is a bit more though.Twenty-eight to seventy, F two point eight."
Arpitchuckled. "I don't know what any of that means."
"It'snot the standard lens that comes with the camera. It's more a... specialistportrait lens," she explained. "I make a little side income with myphotography back in Mumbai. Actors headshots, Corporate portraits, stuff likethat.
It finances my hobby."
"Verycool," Arpit murmured, genuinely impressed. "Is that what you do atBerkeley?"
Sheshook her head. "Nope. Study business. It's really boring though, so Imight drop out and do the photography thing full-time."
"That'sseriously cool."
Anushkashrugged. "It's not all it's cracked up to be. Lot of time spent in frontof a computer editing. You have to really love it. Fortunately for me."
Arpitliked what he was seeing of this side of Anushka. This casually artistic andpassionate person that had been inadvertantly hidden from him under the personaof a nineteen year old clubbing student on a Summar Vacation weekend.
"Sowhich one?"
Arpitlooked at the three bikini in her hands, one black, one silver and the otherblue and gold. He had no idea about styles, or cuts, but he thought the blackone and said so.
"Whythe black one?" she asked as she dropped the other two.
"Ithought it would go nicely with your hair," Arpit said honestly.
"Ilike that answer," she smiled, moving forward. Her lips found his for afew intense seconds, until they broke.
"Right,out you get," she ordered, smiling.
Hemoved to the door. "Hey, I don't suppose you've got any shorts herethat'll fit me, do you?"
Anushkaraised an eyebrow. "You're commando?"
"Afraidso."
"AskAshin. I think she packed a pair of her brothers shorts by accident."
"Seeyou in a minute," Arpit nodded. "Hey, you sure you don't need me tostay and supervise you getting changed?"
"Allgood things come to those who wait," she said, then lifted a hand,pointing out the door. "Wait being the operative word. Out."
Arpitclosed the door, smiling.
Ashinturned out to have a pair of shorts he could use, although they weren't forswimming but they'd do, so he popped into the bathroom to get changed. In theten minutes that he spent waiting for Anushka, the three girls had all gottenchanged and were in the water, while Rohit had simply stripped to his briefsand plunged into the pool after them.
EventuallyAnushka reappeared though, and Arpit walked over to the pool with her, likingthe sight of her in the black bikini. A momentary memory popped into his headof Bipasha, the stripper, with her black underwear and the similarities wereabundant between the two, yet the slight differences were more pronounced atthe same time.
Arpitnearly blurted out, "Are you sure you don't have a sister," but herealised that reminding her he was thinking about a stripper and not herprobably wouldn't go down too well. He opted for diving in the pool.
Foran hour or so they mucked around in the pool, sending Vishal to make themdrinks out of whatever liquor was left in the villa. Surprisingly Vishal wasthe first to pass out, on one of the sunloungers that surrounded the pool. Atthat point Rohit and Sonam were definitely doing their own thing together inthe jacuzzi, and Kajol and Ashin had gone inside to get some items to giveVishal a 'makeover'.
"Let'sleave them to it," Anushka whispered in Arpit's ear.
Henodded, immediately getting out the pool and helping Anushka out. She didn'tlet go of his hand, but pulled him after her into the house.
Arpitfollowed her into her bedroom, not pausing as she pulled him straight into thebathroom and handed him a towel. As he dried himself off in the dim light fromthe bedside lamp, he watched Anushka, rubbing a towel through her short bobbedhair. It was at that length that it looked awesome if it was neat or messy.
Withboth of them dry apart from the wet clothing, they paused, looking at eachother, the air thick with tension. Arpit broke it.
"Iwill if you will," he smiled.
Anushkablushed a little but smiled back at him. "It wouldn't be smart to get intobed with wet clothes, would it?"
"Downrightstupid," Arpit agreed, his hand sliding down over his stomach to thebutton of the cargo shorts he'd borrowed.
"Reallystupid," Anushka nodded, reaching behind her to undo the strap of herbikini top. The two black cords dangled down at the sides of her stomach, thetop only held in place by the string around her neck. Arpit could see themischevious grin on her face, the slight flush on her cheeks and chest and heknew his own breath was coming quicker.
Throwingcaution to the wind he shrugged his hips and pushed at the shorts, droppingthem to the floor in one swift movement.
"Bearin mind the water was cold," he added, smirking.
Hereyes flickered back up to his face. "Poor baby. I'll make sure you're allwarmed up."
Atthat Anushka reached back and pulled open the remaining knot on her bikini top,dropping it to the floor. Arpit took a deep breath as he saw her breasts, niceand firm, not too full, and the phrase 'more than a handfull is a waste' poppedinto his head. Her nipples were tight and hard from the cold water, and helonged to suck them in his mouth.
"Likewhat you see?" Anushka asked, biting her lip as she awaited his response.
"Hotterthan I could have imagined," Arpit said immediately."Beautiful."
"Oh,aren't you the smooth one," she replied, pleased at his compliment.
"Honest."
"Well,Mister Honest, you better get dried before you get in this bed. One of us iswet enough already." Anushka blushed a little more as she finished thestatement but her words had an immediate effect on Arpit, and he rapidlyscrubbed his damp bits dry with towel as he walked around the double bed.
Anushkachuckled as she saw him do a bandy-legged hop-walk as he dried himself, gettinga grin back from Arpit. Seeing how unabashed he was she quickly shed her bikinibottoms and dried herself with her towel before slipping into bed alongsidehim.
Arpithad his arm out and Anushka immediately slipped into it, snuggling into him.
"Areyou cold?" She murmured a moment later.
"Yeah."
"Metoo. Cuddle into me," Anushka ordered, rolling onto her side and dragginghim to spoon in behind her.
Arpitslipped his arm around her waist as his legs slid in, matching her positionunder the covers. Her butt felt cold in his lap, but it was a naked Anushkabutt. It could have been made of ice and he wouldn't have moved away. He tracedhis fingers in a small circle around her belly button.
"That'snice," she murmured, worming her head inbetween Arpit and the pillow.
Therewas something incredibly intimate and comforting in the way their bodies wereconforming into each other to Arpit. He realised that both of them were makingunconscious minute adjustments, his upper leg sliding between hers, her calfresting behind his own with her foot looped under his. Her hand found his leftarm and she pulled it in to her body, his hand sliding between her breasts ashis right slid from her belly button to between her and the bed, wrapping hertight, her arms wrapping around his until they were as tight together as couldbe.
Therewas nothing erotic about it, he realised, just an incredible intimacy as theirtwo bodies fit tightly together as if made for it.
"Ohmy," Anushka purred in his ear. "I could stay like this allnight."
"Um...me too," Arpit admitted. "And I'm not a cuddly type of guy."
"Butthis is so nice..."
"Iknow," he admitted. "It's.... "
"Iknow," she finished.
Theylay there, wrapped up in each other under the blankets.
"Night,Tiger-Lily," Bipasha called back as she left the dressing room of the 3P'sClub, smiling as she always did when the dancers said goodnight to each otherusing their 'stripper names'. She walked past the bar, seeing her blonde hairedroom-mate, Rajni waiting for her.
"Youready to go?" Rajni asked. "I'm beat."
"Yeah.Busy night, huh?" Bipasha replied, opening the door.
"Don'tthink I've ever done so many dances in one night. Goodnight, guys," Sheadded to the security guys.
Theyturned right and walked the seventy yards to the door of their apartment block.Rajni opened the door and the two of them climbed the two flights of stairsthen entered their small scummy two-bedroom apartment.
Rajnislumped down on the sofa. "Want a drink?"
Bipashashook her head. "Think I'm just gonna go to bed."
"Wantsome company tonight?" Rajni asked, grinning. "I'll make you sleepreal good."
Bipashasmiled, but shook her head at her occasional fuck-buddy. "Too tired, butthanks anyway, baby."
Rajnishrugged. "I'll just have to fuck myself silly with my toys tonightinstead."
"Andprobably wake the whole block when you cum," Bipasha replied, smirking.
"Nothingwrong with enjoying yourself."
Bipasha'smind conjured up the image of the young dark-haired guy who she'd danced forearlier, deliberately making him cum.
"You'resmiling," Rajni said immediately, her eyes narrowed. "What did youdo?"
"Madea guy cum tonight," Bipasha smirked.
Rajnirolled her eyes. "That's called a professional hazard."
"Deliberatelythough."
"Oh,really?" The blonde sat forward, her interest obvious. "Tellme."
"Someguy called Arpit. There was just something about him," She explained,shrugging. "I thought he was really hot, and when I was dancing for him Igot really fucking wet. Even let him stick his tongue in my pussy for asecond."
"Youdirty slut," Her friend laughed.
"Hardly,"Bipasha replied. "But I did make him cum in his pants, and then afterwardsI told him that it was rare I got turned on but there was something abouthim."
"Soundslike a stripper line," Rajni grinned.
"Yeah,I think that's what he thought," Bipasha admitted. "Thing is, if he'dshown any interest I'd have given him my cell number, or told him to meet mehere at closing time, and he would be in my bed right now."
"Ifhe was that hot, I might have joined you," Rajni replied, winking.
"Oh,I know," Bipasha smiled. "And now I'm off bed alone. Night, Rajni.Sleep good."
"Youtoo, Trisha."
Itwas still dark when Arpit awoke, sensing a slight movement in Anushka, a slightchange in posture, in position, and he knew that his own body had responded.
"Verycool," Arpit murmured, genuinely impressed. "Is that what you do atBerkeley?"
Sheshook her head. "Nope. Study business. It's really boring though, so Imight drop out and do the photography thing full-time."
"That'sseriously cool."
Anushkashrugged. "It's not all it's cracked up to be. Lot of time spent in frontof a computer editing. You have to really love it. Fortunately for me."
Arpitliked what he was seeing of this side of Anushka. This casually artistic andpassionate person that had been inadvertantly hidden from him under the personaof a nineteen year old clubbing student on a Summar Vacation weekend.
"Sowhich one?"
Arpitlooked at the three bikini in her hands, one black, one silver and the otherblue and gold. He had no idea about styles, or cuts, but he thought the blackone and said so.
"Whythe black one?" she asked as she dropped the other two.
"Ithought it would go nicely with your hair," Arpit said honestly.
"Ilike that answer," she smiled, moving forward. Her lips found his for afew intense seconds, until they broke.
"Right,out you get," she ordered, smiling.
Hemoved to the door. "Hey, I don't suppose you've got any shorts herethat'll fit me, do you?"
Anushkaraised an eyebrow. "You're commando?"
"Afraidso."
"AskAshin. I think she packed a pair of her brothers shorts by accident."
"Seeyou in a minute," Arpit nodded. "Hey, you sure you don't need me tostay and supervise you getting changed?"
"Allgood things come to those who wait," she said, then lifted a hand,pointing out the door. "Wait being the operative word. Out."
Arpitclosed the door, smiling.
Ashinturned out to have a pair of shorts he could use, although they weren't forswimming but they'd do, so he popped into the bathroom to get changed. In theten minutes that he spent waiting for Anushka, the three girls had all gottenchanged and were in the water, while Rohit had simply stripped to his briefsand plunged into the pool after them.
EventuallyAnushka reappeared though, and Arpit walked over to the pool with her, likingthe sight of her in the black bikini. A momentary memory popped into his headof Bipasha, the stripper, with her black underwear and the similarities wereabundant between the two, yet the slight differences were more pronounced atthe same time.
Arpitnearly blurted out, "Are you sure you don't have a sister," but herealised that reminding her he was thinking about a stripper and not herprobably wouldn't go down too well. He opted for diving in the pool.
Foran hour or so they mucked around in the pool, sending Vishal to make themdrinks out of whatever liquor was left in the villa. Surprisingly Vishal wasthe first to pass out, on one of the sunloungers that surrounded the pool. Atthat point Rohit and Sonam were definitely doing their own thing together inthe jacuzzi, and Kajol and Ashin had gone inside to get some items to giveVishal a 'makeover'.
"Let'sleave them to it," Anushka whispered in Arpit's ear.
Henodded, immediately getting out the pool and helping Anushka out. She didn'tlet go of his hand, but pulled him after her into the house.
Arpitfollowed her into her bedroom, not pausing as she pulled him straight into thebathroom and handed him a towel. As he dried himself off in the dim light fromthe bedside lamp, he watched Anushka, rubbing a towel through her short bobbedhair. It was at that length that it looked awesome if it was neat or messy.
Withboth of them dry apart from the wet clothing, they paused, looking at eachother, the air thick with tension. Arpit broke it.
"Iwill if you will," he smiled.
Anushkablushed a little but smiled back at him. "It wouldn't be smart to get intobed with wet clothes, would it?"
"Downrightstupid," Arpit agreed, his hand sliding down over his stomach to thebutton of the cargo shorts he'd borrowed.
"Reallystupid," Anushka nodded, reaching behind her to undo the strap of herbikini top. The two black cords dangled down at the sides of her stomach, thetop only held in place by the string around her neck. Arpit could see themischevious grin on her face, the slight flush on her cheeks and chest and heknew his own breath was coming quicker.
Throwingcaution to the wind he shrugged his hips and pushed at the shorts, droppingthem to the floor in one swift movement.
"Bearin mind the water was cold," he added, smirking.
Hereyes flickered back up to his face. "Poor baby. I'll make sure you're allwarmed up."
Atthat Anushka reached back and pulled open the remaining knot on her bikini top,dropping it to the floor. Arpit took a deep breath as he saw her breasts, niceand firm, not too full, and the phrase 'more than a handfull is a waste' poppedinto his head. Her nipples were tight and hard from the cold water, and helonged to suck them in his mouth.
"Likewhat you see?" Anushka asked, biting her lip as she awaited his response.
"Hotterthan I could have imagined," Arpit said immediately."Beautiful."
"Oh,aren't you the smooth one," she replied, pleased at his compliment.
"Honest."
"Well,Mister Honest, you better get dried before you get in this bed. One of us iswet enough already." Anushka blushed a little more as she finished thestatement but her words had an immediate effect on Arpit, and he rapidlyscrubbed his damp bits dry with towel as he walked around the double bed.
Anushkachuckled as she saw him do a bandy-legged hop-walk as he dried himself, gettinga grin back from Arpit. Seeing how unabashed he was she quickly shed her bikinibottoms and dried herself with her towel before slipping into bed alongsidehim.
Arpithad his arm out and Anushka immediately slipped into it, snuggling into him.
"Areyou cold?" She murmured a moment later.
"Yeah."
"Metoo. Cuddle into me," Anushka ordered, rolling onto her side and dragginghim to spoon in behind her.
Arpitslipped his arm around her waist as his legs slid in, matching her positionunder the covers. Her butt felt cold in his lap, but it was a naked Anushkabutt. It could have been made of ice and he wouldn't have moved away. He tracedhis fingers in a small circle around her belly button.
"That'snice," she murmured, worming her head inbetween Arpit and the pillow.
Therewas something incredibly intimate and comforting in the way their bodies wereconforming into each other to Arpit. He realised that both of them were makingunconscious minute adjustments, his upper leg sliding between hers, her calfresting behind his own with her foot looped under his. Her hand found his leftarm and she pulled it in to her body, his hand sliding between her breasts ashis right slid from her belly button to between her and the bed, wrapping hertight, her arms wrapping around his until they were as tight together as couldbe.
Therewas nothing erotic about it, he realised, just an incredible intimacy as theirtwo bodies fit tightly together as if made for it.
"Ohmy," Anushka purred in his ear. "I could stay like this allnight."
"Um...me too," Arpit admitted. "And I'm not a cuddly type of guy."
"Butthis is so nice..."
"Iknow," he admitted. "It's.... "
"Iknow," she finished.
Theylay there, wrapped up in each other under the blankets.
"Night,Tiger-Lily," Bipasha called back as she left the dressing room of the 3P'sClub, smiling as she always did when the dancers said goodnight to each otherusing their 'stripper names'. She walked past the bar, seeing her blonde hairedroom-mate, Rajni waiting for her.
"Youready to go?" Rajni asked. "I'm beat."
"Yeah.Busy night, huh?" Bipasha replied, opening the door.
"Don'tthink I've ever done so many dances in one night. Goodnight, guys," Sheadded to the security guys.
Theyturned right and walked the seventy yards to the door of their apartment block.Rajni opened the door and the two of them climbed the two flights of stairsthen entered their small scummy two-bedroom apartment.
Rajnislumped down on the sofa. "Want a drink?"
Bipashashook her head. "Think I'm just gonna go to bed."
"Wantsome company tonight?" Rajni asked, grinning. "I'll make you sleepreal good."
Bipashasmiled, but shook her head at her occasional fuck-buddy. "Too tired, butthanks anyway, baby."
Rajnishrugged. "I'll just have to fuck myself silly with my toys tonightinstead."
"Andprobably wake the whole block when you cum," Bipasha replied, smirking.
"Nothingwrong with enjoying yourself."
Bipasha'smind conjured up the image of the young dark-haired guy who she'd danced forearlier, deliberately making him cum.
"You'resmiling," Rajni said immediately, her eyes narrowed. "What did youdo?"
"Madea guy cum tonight," Bipasha smirked.
Rajnirolled her eyes. "That's called a professional hazard."
"Deliberatelythough."
"Oh,really?" The blonde sat forward, her interest obvious. "Tellme."
"Someguy called Arpit. There was just something about him," She explained,shrugging. "I thought he was really hot, and when I was dancing for him Igot really fucking wet. Even let him stick his tongue in my pussy for asecond."
"Youdirty slut," Her friend laughed.
"Hardly,"Bipasha replied. "But I did make him cum in his pants, and then afterwardsI told him that it was rare I got turned on but there was something abouthim."
"Soundslike a stripper line," Rajni grinned.
"Yeah,I think that's what he thought," Bipasha admitted. "Thing is, if he'dshown any interest I'd have given him my cell number, or told him to meet mehere at closing time, and he would be in my bed right now."
"Ifhe was that hot, I might have joined you," Rajni replied, winking.
"Oh,I know," Bipasha smiled. "And now I'm off bed alone. Night, Rajni.Sleep good."
"Youtoo, Trisha."
Itwas still dark when Arpit awoke, sensing a slight movement in Anushka, a slightchange in posture, in position, and he knew that his own body had responded.
Hecould feel his breathing deepen, matching hers as his cock continued to grow,nestled between the lips of her pussy, inching forward as it became thicker andlonger in the darkness.
Withoutasking he knew she was awake, lying there with her head beside his,experiencing the same exquisite physical and intimate sensations he was.
Hefelt her neck stiffen as the tip of his erection glazed her clit, and hearingher exhale was a wonderous sound in his ear. Arpit turned his head and gentlykissed her, a soft, tender brush of his lips on her jaw.
Hefelt her hand grip his a little tighter as he brushed his lips a little furtheralong the line of her jaw until his breath was on the soft, sensitive skinbelow her ear.
Anushkamoaned softly as he held there, breathing on her with a tender intensity. Herhand came up, her fingers lacing themselves in his hair, softly steering hishead to kiss her once more.
Arpitbrushed his lips down her neck, barely touching the skin, his lips softer thanthey'd ever been in his life, going purely on instinct as he experiencedsomething beautiful. He felt Anushka roll her hips in a luxurious caress,drawing him up and down her soft cleft, feeling her welcome on his arousal.
Hislips traced down her neck, brushing against her collarbone as his whole bodymoved forward, his lips rising back up her neck as he entered her.
Anushka'shead rolled back, exposing her neck to him as she whispered his name.
"Arpit."
Herbody moved in response, her back arching as her head rolled back, her pelvistilting, welcoming another inch inside her.
Arpitfelt like he was in heaven, in another place and time where everything wasemotion and intimacy, sensation and connection, as if the world had come tohave no meaning and all that mattered was the here and now. This moment.
Hislips met hers, the exquisite gentleness of their lips making them both moan.His hand slid out from under her and was met by her own, steering it to caressher breast, her soft skin moving with every breath under his fingertips.
Anushkamoved her body, a slow-motion writhe that expressed her desire, her passion,and drew Arpit's mouth to hers while she pressed into him, teasing a littlemore of him inside her.
Arpit'ssenses were electric, every motion and movement he made focussed on bringingpleasure to this beautiful woman in his arms. His left hand moved to herbreasts, caressing her nipple between finger and thumb while his right handmoved down, his fingertips tracing invisible patterns in her skin as she beganto softly sway her hips on him. He felt her tongue probe into his mouth as iftasting him. Arpit's fingers traced down over the little stripe of dark curlyhair until he found what he sought, that delicious little spot that brought andenhanced so much pleasure.
Ashis finger tip brushed it lightly, Anushka moaned in his mouth and pushed backa little further with her pelvis, tilting it and pushing, arching her back andpressing her buttocks into his lower stomach, seeking him, wanting him inside.
Theybroke their kiss, each breathing hard inches away from the other. Arpit knew hewas fully inside her and he was almost delirious with pleasure, but his onlydesire was to make sure she felt the same.
Hisfinger slid a little lower, feeling the natural moisture on his cock as Anushkaslowly moved her hips back and forth on him. Arpit coated the tip of his fingerwith it, then dragged it back up to her little pleasure-nub.
"Oh,Arpit," Anushka whispered and Arpit kissed her once more, delighted withthe pleasure in her voice. His finger began to slowly circle her clit as theirpassion built further, Anushka rocking her hips a little to move him insideher.
Arpittensed, moving his own hips so he could begin to move himself inside her and ashe did, his first slow thrust inside her, Anushka moaned. Arpit repeated themovement, slowly withdrawing then sliding back in until he was fully insideher, his finger brushing her bud with every motion of her breathing, his otherhand caressing her nipple to a taught hardness that he longed to take in hismouth.
Oncemore he withdrew then slowly thrust himself inside her, feeling her back archand her chest thrust out.
"Don'tstop," she whispered, breaking their kiss. Her head rolled back on hisshoulder once more and she took his earlobe into her mouth, sucking softly onit as her body moved, writhing in a series of connections with Arpit's.
Arpitwanted to pleasure her, ached to pleasure her, and so he continued to slowlyslide inside her, each movement a finely controlled symphony of muscles movingin harmony to provide her with that pleasure.
Idlyhe realised he had never experienced anything as intoxicating as this in hislife, focussing solely on providing pleasure for another and feeling moreintimate than he had ever been in his life. He thrust the thought aside, fortruly, it didn't matter to him. All that mattered was the here and now, Anushkaand the connections they were sharing in that instant.
Arpitcontinued his movements, concentrating on Anushka now, seeking to heighten herpleasure in any way possible, so while his hips continued their slow thrusts,his fingertip worked on her clit, his other hand teased her nipple to astiffness that would penetrate steel and his mouth returned to its teasing softkisses, first on her collarbone, then up the side of her neck, then behind andaround her ear.
Heknew she was breathing deeper and faster as he made his way around her, teasingand breathing on her, and she moaned as she began to push back with her ownhips, seeking him, wanting more.
Heincreased the pressure with his finger on her little pleasure node, working ita little harder, the tip of his finger stroking it up and down, in tune withher breathing and as it increased in intensity he matched it. Unconsciously hiships did the same, a synchronous movement that tied everything in with her ownarousal, growing firmer and faster as her breathing increased, as her bodyrolled and arched and craved more.
"Fuck,Arpit," she panted. "Please."
Hislips met hers once more, locking together in a passionate, hungry embrace thatmatched the intensity of their bodies. He heard her involuntary moans from deepinside her, felt her begin to tremble and he stepped up to match her.
Gonewas the slow tender thrusts. Gone was the tender touches. Gone was the teasingcaresses. They were from a moment in the past. The present was hunger,intensity, a different type of connection with a life of its own.
Anushka'ships began to shake, their rhythm erratic and uncontrolled. Arpit didn't waver,didn't let up, didn't stop, just kept on going, pushing inside her, firmlymanipulating her clit, his other hand holding her tight against him as her bodyarched, stiffened and her breath exploded from her.
Shebroke their kiss as she orgasmed, each breath she panted bringing forth a moanof ecstasy. Her body shuddered hard against him, shaking and squeezing, andArpit thought it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever experienced.
Hecould feel her tensing inside, like miniature spasms gripping him as he thrustand withdrew. Arpit felt her vulnerability and pleasure and the intimacy anderoticism of the moment tightened him, made him moan.
Itwas sudden and intense, a hard and fast orgasm that he didn't expect but thatblew him away. His hand moved from her clit to her lower stomach, pulling herin to his body, his muscles throughout his body strong and rigid, pressing herinto his shoulder, his chest, into his pelvis, pushing himself inside her asdeep as he could go.
"Oh,fuck," Arpit moaned as he came inside her, bucking and lurching asAnushka's body still quivered against him.
Shemoaned aloud knowing he was experiencing the same pleasure she was, and herhand held his head to hers, alongside each other.
"Arpit,"she moaned in a near whisper into the darkness. "Yes."
Hot,spasming pleasure surged through Arpit in the beauty of the moment, beinginside her as they both reached that place together, locked tight in his arms,both breathing fast and hard in sheer bliss.
Theystayed like that, locked together, Arpit inside Anushka. Neither wanted to letthe experience go, yet as they gradually subsided, as their orgasms slowlyeased away like shadows chased by the sun their tense bodies eased, relaxingand melding together in that comfortable way that only lovers can.
Anushkawas the first to speak. "Arpit, that was....."
"Iknow," he said simply. "I've never experienced anything likethat."
"Itwas so beautiful," she replied, kissing him softly on the cheek. Then shegiggled. "You're still inside me."
Hegrinned and moved his hips back a little, tilting his pelvis and as he slid outof her Anushka sighed.
"Imiss it already," she murmured.
Arpitre-adjusted his hips so that he was pressed back against her again, his softpenis lying against her buttocks. As Anushka snuggled her ass back into hispelvis she giggled again.
"Ican feel your cum running down my skin."
"Yeah,sorry about that. I should have put a condom on but I was kinda caught in themoment," he said gently. He felt her squeeze against him, a movement ofreassurance and comfort.
"Metoo, but I wouldn't change it for the world," she whispered back, kissinghim once again on the cheek. "You know how people say about memories thatlast a lifetime?"
"Thiswas one of them," he agreed.
"Whydo you have to live so far away?" she whispered softly. Arpit knew exactlywhat she meant. He'd had girlfriends and one night stands, and none of them hadeven come close to this. Not once, and it was with a woman who he would neversee again after this night.
Hefelt so incredibly close to her, so intimate that he had to ask. "Anushka,I wasn't going to ask, but I have to know. What's your real name?"
Shelay there in silence for a moment, then her lips turned to his ear.
"Tanmy.It's short for Tamanna.
Withoutasking he knew she was awake, lying there with her head beside his,experiencing the same exquisite physical and intimate sensations he was.
Hefelt her neck stiffen as the tip of his erection glazed her clit, and hearingher exhale was a wonderous sound in his ear. Arpit turned his head and gentlykissed her, a soft, tender brush of his lips on her jaw.
Hefelt her hand grip his a little tighter as he brushed his lips a little furtheralong the line of her jaw until his breath was on the soft, sensitive skinbelow her ear.
Anushkamoaned softly as he held there, breathing on her with a tender intensity. Herhand came up, her fingers lacing themselves in his hair, softly steering hishead to kiss her once more.
Arpitbrushed his lips down her neck, barely touching the skin, his lips softer thanthey'd ever been in his life, going purely on instinct as he experiencedsomething beautiful. He felt Anushka roll her hips in a luxurious caress,drawing him up and down her soft cleft, feeling her welcome on his arousal.
Hislips traced down her neck, brushing against her collarbone as his whole bodymoved forward, his lips rising back up her neck as he entered her.
Anushka'shead rolled back, exposing her neck to him as she whispered his name.
"Arpit."
Herbody moved in response, her back arching as her head rolled back, her pelvistilting, welcoming another inch inside her.
Arpitfelt like he was in heaven, in another place and time where everything wasemotion and intimacy, sensation and connection, as if the world had come tohave no meaning and all that mattered was the here and now. This moment.
Hislips met hers, the exquisite gentleness of their lips making them both moan.His hand slid out from under her and was met by her own, steering it to caressher breast, her soft skin moving with every breath under his fingertips.
Anushkamoved her body, a slow-motion writhe that expressed her desire, her passion,and drew Arpit's mouth to hers while she pressed into him, teasing a littlemore of him inside her.
Arpit'ssenses were electric, every motion and movement he made focussed on bringingpleasure to this beautiful woman in his arms. His left hand moved to herbreasts, caressing her nipple between finger and thumb while his right handmoved down, his fingertips tracing invisible patterns in her skin as she beganto softly sway her hips on him. He felt her tongue probe into his mouth as iftasting him. Arpit's fingers traced down over the little stripe of dark curlyhair until he found what he sought, that delicious little spot that brought andenhanced so much pleasure.
Ashis finger tip brushed it lightly, Anushka moaned in his mouth and pushed backa little further with her pelvis, tilting it and pushing, arching her back andpressing her buttocks into his lower stomach, seeking him, wanting him inside.
Theybroke their kiss, each breathing hard inches away from the other. Arpit knew hewas fully inside her and he was almost delirious with pleasure, but his onlydesire was to make sure she felt the same.
Hisfinger slid a little lower, feeling the natural moisture on his cock as Anushkaslowly moved her hips back and forth on him. Arpit coated the tip of his fingerwith it, then dragged it back up to her little pleasure-nub.
"Oh,Arpit," Anushka whispered and Arpit kissed her once more, delighted withthe pleasure in her voice. His finger began to slowly circle her clit as theirpassion built further, Anushka rocking her hips a little to move him insideher.
Arpittensed, moving his own hips so he could begin to move himself inside her and ashe did, his first slow thrust inside her, Anushka moaned. Arpit repeated themovement, slowly withdrawing then sliding back in until he was fully insideher, his finger brushing her bud with every motion of her breathing, his otherhand caressing her nipple to a taught hardness that he longed to take in hismouth.
Oncemore he withdrew then slowly thrust himself inside her, feeling her back archand her chest thrust out.
"Don'tstop," she whispered, breaking their kiss. Her head rolled back on hisshoulder once more and she took his earlobe into her mouth, sucking softly onit as her body moved, writhing in a series of connections with Arpit's.
Arpitwanted to pleasure her, ached to pleasure her, and so he continued to slowlyslide inside her, each movement a finely controlled symphony of muscles movingin harmony to provide her with that pleasure.
Idlyhe realised he had never experienced anything as intoxicating as this in hislife, focussing solely on providing pleasure for another and feeling moreintimate than he had ever been in his life. He thrust the thought aside, fortruly, it didn't matter to him. All that mattered was the here and now, Anushkaand the connections they were sharing in that instant.
Arpitcontinued his movements, concentrating on Anushka now, seeking to heighten herpleasure in any way possible, so while his hips continued their slow thrusts,his fingertip worked on her clit, his other hand teased her nipple to astiffness that would penetrate steel and his mouth returned to its teasing softkisses, first on her collarbone, then up the side of her neck, then behind andaround her ear.
Heknew she was breathing deeper and faster as he made his way around her, teasingand breathing on her, and she moaned as she began to push back with her ownhips, seeking him, wanting more.
Heincreased the pressure with his finger on her little pleasure node, working ita little harder, the tip of his finger stroking it up and down, in tune withher breathing and as it increased in intensity he matched it. Unconsciously hiships did the same, a synchronous movement that tied everything in with her ownarousal, growing firmer and faster as her breathing increased, as her bodyrolled and arched and craved more.
"Fuck,Arpit," she panted. "Please."
Hislips met hers once more, locking together in a passionate, hungry embrace thatmatched the intensity of their bodies. He heard her involuntary moans from deepinside her, felt her begin to tremble and he stepped up to match her.
Gonewas the slow tender thrusts. Gone was the tender touches. Gone was the teasingcaresses. They were from a moment in the past. The present was hunger,intensity, a different type of connection with a life of its own.
Anushka'ships began to shake, their rhythm erratic and uncontrolled. Arpit didn't waver,didn't let up, didn't stop, just kept on going, pushing inside her, firmlymanipulating her clit, his other hand holding her tight against him as her bodyarched, stiffened and her breath exploded from her.
Shebroke their kiss as she orgasmed, each breath she panted bringing forth a moanof ecstasy. Her body shuddered hard against him, shaking and squeezing, andArpit thought it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever experienced.
Hecould feel her tensing inside, like miniature spasms gripping him as he thrustand withdrew. Arpit felt her vulnerability and pleasure and the intimacy anderoticism of the moment tightened him, made him moan.
Itwas sudden and intense, a hard and fast orgasm that he didn't expect but thatblew him away. His hand moved from her clit to her lower stomach, pulling herin to his body, his muscles throughout his body strong and rigid, pressing herinto his shoulder, his chest, into his pelvis, pushing himself inside her asdeep as he could go.
"Oh,fuck," Arpit moaned as he came inside her, bucking and lurching asAnushka's body still quivered against him.
Shemoaned aloud knowing he was experiencing the same pleasure she was, and herhand held his head to hers, alongside each other.
"Arpit,"she moaned in a near whisper into the darkness. "Yes."
Hot,spasming pleasure surged through Arpit in the beauty of the moment, beinginside her as they both reached that place together, locked tight in his arms,both breathing fast and hard in sheer bliss.
Theystayed like that, locked together, Arpit inside Anushka. Neither wanted to letthe experience go, yet as they gradually subsided, as their orgasms slowlyeased away like shadows chased by the sun their tense bodies eased, relaxingand melding together in that comfortable way that only lovers can.
Anushkawas the first to speak. "Arpit, that was....."
"Iknow," he said simply. "I've never experienced anything likethat."
"Itwas so beautiful," she replied, kissing him softly on the cheek. Then shegiggled. "You're still inside me."
Hegrinned and moved his hips back a little, tilting his pelvis and as he slid outof her Anushka sighed.
"Imiss it already," she murmured.
Arpitre-adjusted his hips so that he was pressed back against her again, his softpenis lying against her buttocks. As Anushka snuggled her ass back into hispelvis she giggled again.
"Ican feel your cum running down my skin."
"Yeah,sorry about that. I should have put a condom on but I was kinda caught in themoment," he said gently. He felt her squeeze against him, a movement ofreassurance and comfort.
"Metoo, but I wouldn't change it for the world," she whispered back, kissinghim once again on the cheek. "You know how people say about memories thatlast a lifetime?"
"Thiswas one of them," he agreed.
"Whydo you have to live so far away?" she whispered softly. Arpit knew exactlywhat she meant. He'd had girlfriends and one night stands, and none of them hadeven come close to this. Not once, and it was with a woman who he would neversee again after this night.
Hefelt so incredibly close to her, so intimate that he had to ask. "Anushka,I wasn't going to ask, but I have to know. What's your real name?"
Shelay there in silence for a moment, then her lips turned to his ear.
"Tanmy.It's short for Tamanna.
"
Anupamlooked at the pile of paperwork on his desk and rubbed at his eyes. It had beena really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week. Ithad begun with his friend Siddharth's death two days ago, and since then theIsland had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.
Ina couple of days time Siddharth's children would arrive on the Island, havingjust found out that they were triplets given up for adoption, and they'd bemeeting here for the very first time. On top of that he had a burial toorganise for Siddharth on the Island. Add in organising supplies and planningfor every contingency, and it was no wonder he felt exhausted. It was two inthe morning and high time he had some stress relief.
Hegot up from his desk, winced at the pain in his back and moved to the door ofhis office, part of his home on the Island upstairs from the clinic, and headedfor the exit, moving quietly down the stairs as was his habit. Once outside hesmiled. He'd always loved the cool breeze that caressed the Island through thenight.
Heturned left and took the path down to the beach, taking a right between twolarge bushes on the narrow path the kitchen staff used to bring supplies intothe kitchens. A couple of turns and he was moving around the edge of thebuilding where the Islands food was prepared and stored, unstaffed at this timeof night. He knew if anyone spotted him they'd just assume he was going for hishabitual late night snack, but he knew different.
Hebypassed the main doors to the kitchen and entered the small courtyard thatserved the dual purpose of somewhere to store the trash and somewhere the chefsand porters could sneak out to for a smoke. Casually he glanced around andseeing no-one he slipped over to the backdoor of the pastry kitchen and entereda code in the keypad, a different code from the one normally used to open thedoor.
Aquiet bump sounded next to one of the bins and he moved to the corner, reacheddown and pulled the handle that was now protruding from the flagstoned yard. Asmall hatch appeared with a ladder heading down, barely visible in themoonlight.
Hequickly slid himself into the narrow passage and closed the hidden hatch abovehim, seeing the dim lights illuminating the twenty three rungs below him.Reaching the bottom he turned around and punched another code into the wall andthe small box beside it opened. He pressed his hand to the small screen insidethe box and the door beside him swung open.
Anupamsmiled in anticipation. He had a lot of catching up to do.
Heentered the saferoom, or as he thought of it, the 'Bunker' where he couldretreat to if the Island was ever attacked. He ignored the open plan livingarea and kitchen and moved straight to the door on his left, a control roomwhere he could make contact with the outside world if need be, but his focuswasn't on the emergency facilities. He moved straight to the console housingthe covert CCTV system that Siddharth Jhaveri had painstakingly built in secretover the last fifteen years.
Hisfriends words came back to him, as they always did when he looked at the setup."There's no point in being trapped in here. Much better to see what'sgoing on outside. Then you retain an advantage the other side doesn't even knowabout. Information is power."
Anupamsmiled and moved to the large leather desk chair facing the bank of fifteenscreens. Three large screens, a dozen smaller, all assigned letters from A toO. The one hundred and thirty eight cameras hidden around the island werenumbered, making the system incredibly simple to operate. Simply type in theletter for the screen then the camera number, hit enter and that's what yousaw.
Thewhole system was set up on a motion-activation principle, immediatelydiscarding data that had nothing happening and that suited Anupams purposesperfectly.
Hesettled his fingers on the keyboard, typed A68 and hit Enter. The first of thethree large screens flickered into view, a camera situated in the bedroom ofSiddharth's favourite PA, Shikha,. She was one of Anupam's favourites too, ahot, toned blonde with a bundle of intelligence and determination. It wasn'ther intellect that interested him at present though as he watched the live feedfrom her vacant bedroom, his memory providing him with hundreds of images ofher sleeping in that very bed.
Hefelt the familiar stirring in his groin and smiled. Time to move the recordingback.
Hisfingers found the small dial next to the keyboard, punched in the camera numberand then rotated it back. The simple system allowed him to review all recordedfootage from that particular camera and he was viewing it in reverse. A coupleof chambermaids darted around briefly at high speed, and then the footagecaught up to Shikha undressing then sleeping. The footage continued in reverseat high speed, skipping past hours of her lying still. She'd been asleep forfive hours or so when he saw her leap out of bed, naked, and grab a towel, thendisappear backwards into the bathroom.
Hereset the dial, his left hand coming to rest on his belt, and as the footagebegan to play on the screen he unfastened his belt and trousers.
Shikhaappeared from the bathroom, her skin flushed from the shower, wrapped in afluffy white towel, and as Anupam pulled down his fly and slid his hand in histrousers, she opened her towel.
Seeingher side on as she lifted the towel, her body taught and firm, her breasts pertand round, Anupam slipped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself ashe watched her dry herself. She moved too quickly for him though, dryingherself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to goto sleep.
Anupamfrowned and punched in B69, bringing up the footage from the en-suite bathroomin Shikha's room. He punched 69 in next to the dial and rolled it back, seeingher in a high-speed blur in the shower, moving it back to play as soon as themaid appeared who'd cleaned the bathroom earlier.
Whilehe stroked himself in anticipation the maid finished her work, the lightingchanged and Shikha appeared. Dressed only in a black thong, she walked up tothe sink, her gorgeous breasts on display and as she brushed her teeth, Anupamzoomed the camera in on her breasts, stroking himself as he watched them jiggleback and forth with every motion of her arm.
"Comeon, you hot bitch," he muttered. "Get in the fucking shower."
Theteeth brushing continued for another minute and then she disappeared offscreen, so Anupam zoomed the view back out, seeing her step into the showercubicle. The water began immediately and he slowed the footage down as shestepped out the cubicle to remove her thong. In slow motion she inserted herthumbs in her waistband and bent over, sliding the black material down herhips, thighs and finally to the floor, and with a casual flick of her foot, thethong ended up back in the bedroom.
Anupam'sgrip tightened on his cock. She always did this before she went in the shower.Always. He zoomed in a little closer.
Shikhastood up straight and stretched, her arms rising high above her head, herbreasts jutting out. Anupam groaned, licking his lips in anticipation of whatcame next. Her right hand slid down over her taught, flat stomach, sliding downover her shaved skin until her middle finger made contact with her clitoris.
"Goon, you fucking slut," he muttered, his fist pumping as he watched.
Shikha'smiddle finger rubbed her clit up and down a couple of times, then inslow-motion, she moved it down her slit, rubbed up and down once, then plungedher middle finger deep inside her pussy.
"Fuckthat dirty unwashed cunt, you whore," Anupam growled. His fist was pumpingfuriously on his cock now, loving what he saw on the screen.
Shikhadipped her finger in and out three times, and as Anupam zoomed the view backout, he smiled wickedly as she raised the finger to her lips and sucked it intoher mouth, her head tilted back.
"That'sa good slut," He grunted.
Shestepped forward into the shower, and Anupam stroked his cock, watching the hotwater sluicing down the curves of her body. "Come on, you dirty bitch. Doit." His fist was pumping rapidly up and down on his cock, his eyesfixated on the screen.
Shikhaturned in the shower and squatted down, her back against the wall. Anupamsmiled and zoomed the camera in, framing her as her legs came up and herbuttocks rested on the shower floor. He could see her pussy, her asshole, titsand face and he felt his heart lift in excitement.
"Goon. Get busy."
Shetilted one hip and her left hand appeared under her ass, her index fingerrubbing at her brown puckered hole.
"Doit, slut," Anupam muttered.
Herright hand appeared between her legs, her fingertips brushing against her clit.Her mouth was open in anticipation, Anupam mirroring her expression on screen.Suddenly she slid two fingers into her pussy, plunging them in deep and herbody stiffened in pleasure.
Anupamsmiled. "And now the ass, you filthy little whore."
Shikha'sfinger that had been rubbing gently at her ass suddenly pushed, forcing her upto the first knuckle in that tightest of places. He watched as her expressionturned nasty and she pushed harder, sinking the finger in her ass and the twoin her pussy as deep as they would go. Her breathing was fast now, as intenseas the expression on her face.
Anupamrealised he was strangling his cock, his grip was so tight, so he eased up thepressure a fraction and continued stroking at a frantic pace, his free handpulling his black shirt up around his shoulders in anticipation.
Shikhabegan to plunge her fingers deep inside herself, fucking both her holes at oncewith vigour, and Anupam's fist pumped up and down his cock, imagining it washis cock going in and out of her ass like that.
Shepaused for a second, adding a second finger to her asshole and a third to herpussy, then pushing hard, she slid them all back in again.
Anupamlooked at the pile of paperwork on his desk and rubbed at his eyes. It had beena really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week. Ithad begun with his friend Siddharth's death two days ago, and since then theIsland had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.
Ina couple of days time Siddharth's children would arrive on the Island, havingjust found out that they were triplets given up for adoption, and they'd bemeeting here for the very first time. On top of that he had a burial toorganise for Siddharth on the Island. Add in organising supplies and planningfor every contingency, and it was no wonder he felt exhausted. It was two inthe morning and high time he had some stress relief.
Hegot up from his desk, winced at the pain in his back and moved to the door ofhis office, part of his home on the Island upstairs from the clinic, and headedfor the exit, moving quietly down the stairs as was his habit. Once outside hesmiled. He'd always loved the cool breeze that caressed the Island through thenight.
Heturned left and took the path down to the beach, taking a right between twolarge bushes on the narrow path the kitchen staff used to bring supplies intothe kitchens. A couple of turns and he was moving around the edge of thebuilding where the Islands food was prepared and stored, unstaffed at this timeof night. He knew if anyone spotted him they'd just assume he was going for hishabitual late night snack, but he knew different.
Hebypassed the main doors to the kitchen and entered the small courtyard thatserved the dual purpose of somewhere to store the trash and somewhere the chefsand porters could sneak out to for a smoke. Casually he glanced around andseeing no-one he slipped over to the backdoor of the pastry kitchen and entereda code in the keypad, a different code from the one normally used to open thedoor.
Aquiet bump sounded next to one of the bins and he moved to the corner, reacheddown and pulled the handle that was now protruding from the flagstoned yard. Asmall hatch appeared with a ladder heading down, barely visible in themoonlight.
Hequickly slid himself into the narrow passage and closed the hidden hatch abovehim, seeing the dim lights illuminating the twenty three rungs below him.Reaching the bottom he turned around and punched another code into the wall andthe small box beside it opened. He pressed his hand to the small screen insidethe box and the door beside him swung open.
Anupamsmiled in anticipation. He had a lot of catching up to do.
Heentered the saferoom, or as he thought of it, the 'Bunker' where he couldretreat to if the Island was ever attacked. He ignored the open plan livingarea and kitchen and moved straight to the door on his left, a control roomwhere he could make contact with the outside world if need be, but his focuswasn't on the emergency facilities. He moved straight to the console housingthe covert CCTV system that Siddharth Jhaveri had painstakingly built in secretover the last fifteen years.
Hisfriends words came back to him, as they always did when he looked at the setup."There's no point in being trapped in here. Much better to see what'sgoing on outside. Then you retain an advantage the other side doesn't even knowabout. Information is power."
Anupamsmiled and moved to the large leather desk chair facing the bank of fifteenscreens. Three large screens, a dozen smaller, all assigned letters from A toO. The one hundred and thirty eight cameras hidden around the island werenumbered, making the system incredibly simple to operate. Simply type in theletter for the screen then the camera number, hit enter and that's what yousaw.
Thewhole system was set up on a motion-activation principle, immediatelydiscarding data that had nothing happening and that suited Anupams purposesperfectly.
Hesettled his fingers on the keyboard, typed A68 and hit Enter. The first of thethree large screens flickered into view, a camera situated in the bedroom ofSiddharth's favourite PA, Shikha,. She was one of Anupam's favourites too, ahot, toned blonde with a bundle of intelligence and determination. It wasn'ther intellect that interested him at present though as he watched the live feedfrom her vacant bedroom, his memory providing him with hundreds of images ofher sleeping in that very bed.
Hefelt the familiar stirring in his groin and smiled. Time to move the recordingback.
Hisfingers found the small dial next to the keyboard, punched in the camera numberand then rotated it back. The simple system allowed him to review all recordedfootage from that particular camera and he was viewing it in reverse. A coupleof chambermaids darted around briefly at high speed, and then the footagecaught up to Shikha undressing then sleeping. The footage continued in reverseat high speed, skipping past hours of her lying still. She'd been asleep forfive hours or so when he saw her leap out of bed, naked, and grab a towel, thendisappear backwards into the bathroom.
Hereset the dial, his left hand coming to rest on his belt, and as the footagebegan to play on the screen he unfastened his belt and trousers.
Shikhaappeared from the bathroom, her skin flushed from the shower, wrapped in afluffy white towel, and as Anupam pulled down his fly and slid his hand in histrousers, she opened her towel.
Seeingher side on as she lifted the towel, her body taught and firm, her breasts pertand round, Anupam slipped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself ashe watched her dry herself. She moved too quickly for him though, dryingherself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to goto sleep.
Anupamfrowned and punched in B69, bringing up the footage from the en-suite bathroomin Shikha's room. He punched 69 in next to the dial and rolled it back, seeingher in a high-speed blur in the shower, moving it back to play as soon as themaid appeared who'd cleaned the bathroom earlier.
Whilehe stroked himself in anticipation the maid finished her work, the lightingchanged and Shikha appeared. Dressed only in a black thong, she walked up tothe sink, her gorgeous breasts on display and as she brushed her teeth, Anupamzoomed the camera in on her breasts, stroking himself as he watched them jiggleback and forth with every motion of her arm.
"Comeon, you hot bitch," he muttered. "Get in the fucking shower."
Theteeth brushing continued for another minute and then she disappeared offscreen, so Anupam zoomed the view back out, seeing her step into the showercubicle. The water began immediately and he slowed the footage down as shestepped out the cubicle to remove her thong. In slow motion she inserted herthumbs in her waistband and bent over, sliding the black material down herhips, thighs and finally to the floor, and with a casual flick of her foot, thethong ended up back in the bedroom.
Anupam'sgrip tightened on his cock. She always did this before she went in the shower.Always. He zoomed in a little closer.
Shikhastood up straight and stretched, her arms rising high above her head, herbreasts jutting out. Anupam groaned, licking his lips in anticipation of whatcame next. Her right hand slid down over her taught, flat stomach, sliding downover her shaved skin until her middle finger made contact with her clitoris.
"Goon, you fucking slut," he muttered, his fist pumping as he watched.
Shikha'smiddle finger rubbed her clit up and down a couple of times, then inslow-motion, she moved it down her slit, rubbed up and down once, then plungedher middle finger deep inside her pussy.
"Fuckthat dirty unwashed cunt, you whore," Anupam growled. His fist was pumpingfuriously on his cock now, loving what he saw on the screen.
Shikhadipped her finger in and out three times, and as Anupam zoomed the view backout, he smiled wickedly as she raised the finger to her lips and sucked it intoher mouth, her head tilted back.
"That'sa good slut," He grunted.
Shestepped forward into the shower, and Anupam stroked his cock, watching the hotwater sluicing down the curves of her body. "Come on, you dirty bitch. Doit." His fist was pumping rapidly up and down on his cock, his eyesfixated on the screen.
Shikhaturned in the shower and squatted down, her back against the wall. Anupamsmiled and zoomed the camera in, framing her as her legs came up and herbuttocks rested on the shower floor. He could see her pussy, her asshole, titsand face and he felt his heart lift in excitement.
"Goon. Get busy."
Shetilted one hip and her left hand appeared under her ass, her index fingerrubbing at her brown puckered hole.
"Doit, slut," Anupam muttered.
Herright hand appeared between her legs, her fingertips brushing against her clit.Her mouth was open in anticipation, Anupam mirroring her expression on screen.Suddenly she slid two fingers into her pussy, plunging them in deep and herbody stiffened in pleasure.
Anupamsmiled. "And now the ass, you filthy little whore."
Shikha'sfinger that had been rubbing gently at her ass suddenly pushed, forcing her upto the first knuckle in that tightest of places. He watched as her expressionturned nasty and she pushed harder, sinking the finger in her ass and the twoin her pussy as deep as they would go. Her breathing was fast now, as intenseas the expression on her face.
Anupamrealised he was strangling his cock, his grip was so tight, so he eased up thepressure a fraction and continued stroking at a frantic pace, his free handpulling his black shirt up around his shoulders in anticipation.
Shikhabegan to plunge her fingers deep inside herself, fucking both her holes at oncewith vigour, and Anupam's fist pumped up and down his cock, imagining it washis cock going in and out of her ass like that.
Shepaused for a second, adding a second finger to her asshole and a third to herpussy, then pushing hard, she slid them all back in again.
"Fuckingfilthy bitch," he snarled, knowing what was coming next, feeling his ballsbegin to tighten in anticipation.
Shikha'sfingers were plunging in and out of her ass and cunt, as hard and fast as shecould physically manage, and then her entire body stiffened and her headsmacked back hard against the wall of the shower as she came.
Herfingers flew out her holes, all of them going rapidly into her wide open mouth,and as Anupam watched her suck on them, he saw her pussy twitching as she cameand her ass opening and closing in glorious, exquisite detail. He came too.
Hotcum splattered out his cock onto his stomach, one spurt and a second, theremainder flopping and dripping onto his pelvis, matting his grey pubic hair,coating his hand.
Shikha'smouth closed, sucking hard on those fingers that had been deep inside her wetpussy, her tight ass, her brow furrowed and her cheeks rosy as her orgasmwashed over her.
"Fuckingdirty little whore," Anupam panted, his eyes glued to the screen as hishand fondled his sticky cock.
Shikharecovered quickly, her fingers leaving her mouth only to quickly tweak hernipples once, then she stood, rinsed herself off, washed her hands and turnedthe shower off.
Anupamleaned in the chair, panting and grinning as she left the shower. "Filthyfucking whore," he muttered. Idly he wondered who he'd stroke off totomorrow morning. Over the last decade his habit had sat him in this chair andmade him stroke off to movie stars, musicians, models, hundreds of gorgeouswomen unknowingly recorded in their most intimate of moments while visiting theIsland as guests of Siddharth. And Anupam had them all recorded and stored. Allfor his personal pleasure.
"Maybethe Doctor," he muttered. "Or maybe I'll get that slut to dress upfor me again. Some new fodder arriving soon though." He smiled, havingseen the files of the three triplets. The two girls were hot. He was lookingforward to seeing both of them in the most exquisite of detail.
Anupamcarefully lowered his shirt over his cum-splattered stomach then fastened uphis trousers and belt, trapping the cooling semen against his skin. Carefullyhe stood up and walked to the exit, feeling it oozing down his stomach. Hesmiled, loving the feeling, the scent of his own cum, especially if he bumpedinto anyone outside. He'd deliberately hold them in conversation, just to seeif they'd notice the smell. Few did, none of them figured it out though.
Heleft the 'Bunker' and entered the kitchen, taking the sandwich that the Chefalways left out for him, munching on it as he walked back to his apartmentabove the clinic.
Arpit
Thephone rang on Arpit's desk. He frowned, not needing the interruption. For thelast three days he'd been working twelve hours trying to get the recommendationdone for his company to purchase EDIT, an electronic records managementapplication and he was nearly there.
"Hello.Arpit Gujju, Business Strategy Team. Can I help you?" He replied, thestandard answer whenever an internal call came through to his desk.
"It'sReception. There's a Mister Rawal here to see you. Says he's a lawyer."
Arpitfrowned. "I don't have him in my diary."
"Hesays it's urgent that he speak with you," The security guy at receptionstated.
"Em,okay. I'll be right down."
"Cheers."The other end of the line went dead.
Arpitheaded for the elevator, the frown still creasing his features, wondering why alawyer would be coming to see him. There was nothing legal he was involved inat work, he knew he was a pretty well behaved guy, and he knew he was up todate on his loan payments and all that.
Heentered the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor, leaning againstthe wall as he tried to think of a single reason why a lawyer would be wantingto see him, but by the time the doors opened and he reached the reception desk,he still hadn't come up with one.
"He'sin there," The portly security guy grunted, poking a thumb in thedirection of one of the vacant meeting rooms HR used for interviews.
Arpitlooked over, seeing an elderly man, around the age of retirement, but there wassomething very sharp about him. Maybe the slicked back white hair, or the blacksuit, shirt and tie, but from his initial glance, Arpit wouldn't be surprisedto find out that this guy was Kareena Kapoor's lawyer. He had that supremely confidentlook about him.
Hisfrown still on his face, Arpit opened the door. "Hi. I'm Arpit Gujju. CanI help you with something?"
Thelawyer immediately stood offering a surprisingly warm handshake. "I'mMister Rawal, Arpit. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me at such shortnotice."
"Sure,"Arpit said, closing the door and taking a seat opposite the old man. "Doyou mind if you tell me straight away what it is you want? We've got three ofthe Company Directors in the building today, so it's kinda busy upstairs."
Theold man nodded.
"Verywell. I'm sure you're wondering why a lawyer has turned up out of the blue tosee you. It involves an inheritance from a relative and you're one of thelisted beneficiaries."
Arpit'seyes widened at the lawyers words. "Oh."
"Notwhat you were expecting?" Mister Rawal asked, an eyebrow raised at theexpression on Arpit's face.
"Ididn't know what to expect, but this wasn't even on the list," Arpitadmitted. "Who are we talking about here? I don't know of any relatives ofmine that have died." He frowned as he thought about it. "Not in thelast few years anyway. Are you sure I'm the right Arpit Gujju?"
"I'mabsolutely sure." The lawyers confident expression left Arpit in littledoubt, confusing him further.
"So..Em... Who died?" Arpit nodded.
"Forthat you'll have to bear with me for a few moments while I show you a fewfiles," Mister Rawal said, flicking open his briefcase and removingseveral Manilla files, placing them on the desk in front of him. The old mansfingers tapped for a few seconds on the files before he cleared his throat.
"Arpit,you are twenty three years old, born on the 21st of June, correct?" Thelawyer's tone was precise, factual, and Arpit nodded.
"Yeah."
"WhatI am about to tell you may come as a bit of a shock, so please bear withme." He flicked open the first file, containing several photos. The firstwas a black and white image of three babies, wrapped in blankets and woolenhats and they looked like they were only a day old.
"Babies,"Arpit said aloud, knowing he was stating the obvious, but if he had fiftyguesses at what was inside the manilla folders, a baby picture wouldn't haveeven crossed his mind.
"Correct,"Mister Rawal replied. "This is a photograph taken of a set of tripletsseveral hours after they were born on the 21st June, twenty three and a halfyears ago, Arpit."
Arpit'seyes shot up to the old man's, but the lawyers gaze was fixed on the photo. Hisfinger tapped the baby on Arpit's left.
"Thisbaby was named Tamanna." His finger moved to tap on the infant on theright. "This one was named Trisha, and the one in the middle was namedArpit."
"Yeah,I think you've got the wrong Arpit, buddy," He said immediately. "Idon't have any sisters, or twins, or whatever." He kept quiet therealisation that the central baby did look like him in his own baby photos, butArpit wasn't convinced. Babies all looked the same to him anyway.
"Please,bear with me," The lawyer said firmly, moving the photograph to one side.Underneath the photo was a stack of papers, and Arpit could see AdoptionCertificate written on the top one. His fingers deftly rotated the document soArpit could read it.
Hiseyes met the lawyers a few seconds later. "I don't know anything about thisdocumentation. I couldn't tell you if it's real or false. I know I'm notadopted though."
"Isthis your birth certificate, Arpit?" Mister Rawal said, sliding anotherdocument in front of Arpit.
Hechecked and nodded, frowning as he wondered why the hell this lawyer could havea copy of what looked like his own birth certificate. "Could be, but Idon't know how you have it."
Thelawyer flicked another document next to the birth certificate. "This is aname change by deed poll that accompanies the adoption certificate," Hecontinued in the factual, clinical and emotionless tone, flicking another twodocuments in front of Arpit. "And this is your original birthcertificate."
Arpitforced himself to look carefully at what was in front of him. He knew that hisown birth certificate was correct and couldn't see anything on it that wasstrange or unusual, so he began to read the name change document, and comparedit with the adoption certificate. He could feel a knot in his stomach as hefailed to find any inconsistencies, and with reluctance, he looked at theoriginal birth certificate.
Heread the name of the baby on the certificate and his eyes immediately shot upto the lawyers face, seeing an expression of sadness there, perhaps even a hintof empathy at the young man sitting opposite him whose very foundation wasbeing pulled out from under him.
"The...The surname?" Arpit stammered.
MisterRawal didn't say anything. He simply slid another photograph across the table,this time of the three infants, cradled in their fathers arms. It was a youngerversion of a familiar face, known the world over. For the past few days it hadnever been off the news.
Arpitlooked at the certificate again, seeing the surname. JHAVERI.
Here-read the name of the person listed as the father. SIDDHARTH JHAVERI, who wasbillionaire, celebrity, playboy, entrepreneur, business genius, etc.
Arpit looked at the certificate again, seeing the surname. JHAVERI.
Here-read the name of the person listed as the father. SIDDHARTH JHAVERI, who wasbillionaire, celebrity, playboy, entrepreneur, business genius, etc.
Arpit looked back at the lawyer. "Seriously?"
Mister Rawal nodded. "Finding out that you're adopted must be a big shock, Arpit.Finding out your father was Siddharth Jhaveri must be just as big.
Shikha'sfingers were plunging in and out of her ass and cunt, as hard and fast as shecould physically manage, and then her entire body stiffened and her headsmacked back hard against the wall of the shower as she came.
Herfingers flew out her holes, all of them going rapidly into her wide open mouth,and as Anupam watched her suck on them, he saw her pussy twitching as she cameand her ass opening and closing in glorious, exquisite detail. He came too.
Hotcum splattered out his cock onto his stomach, one spurt and a second, theremainder flopping and dripping onto his pelvis, matting his grey pubic hair,coating his hand.
Shikha'smouth closed, sucking hard on those fingers that had been deep inside her wetpussy, her tight ass, her brow furrowed and her cheeks rosy as her orgasmwashed over her.
"Fuckingdirty little whore," Anupam panted, his eyes glued to the screen as hishand fondled his sticky cock.
Shikharecovered quickly, her fingers leaving her mouth only to quickly tweak hernipples once, then she stood, rinsed herself off, washed her hands and turnedthe shower off.
Anupamleaned in the chair, panting and grinning as she left the shower. "Filthyfucking whore," he muttered. Idly he wondered who he'd stroke off totomorrow morning. Over the last decade his habit had sat him in this chair andmade him stroke off to movie stars, musicians, models, hundreds of gorgeouswomen unknowingly recorded in their most intimate of moments while visiting theIsland as guests of Siddharth. And Anupam had them all recorded and stored. Allfor his personal pleasure.
"Maybethe Doctor," he muttered. "Or maybe I'll get that slut to dress upfor me again. Some new fodder arriving soon though." He smiled, havingseen the files of the three triplets. The two girls were hot. He was lookingforward to seeing both of them in the most exquisite of detail.
Anupamcarefully lowered his shirt over his cum-splattered stomach then fastened uphis trousers and belt, trapping the cooling semen against his skin. Carefullyhe stood up and walked to the exit, feeling it oozing down his stomach. Hesmiled, loving the feeling, the scent of his own cum, especially if he bumpedinto anyone outside. He'd deliberately hold them in conversation, just to seeif they'd notice the smell. Few did, none of them figured it out though.
Heleft the 'Bunker' and entered the kitchen, taking the sandwich that the Chefalways left out for him, munching on it as he walked back to his apartmentabove the clinic.
Arpit
Thephone rang on Arpit's desk. He frowned, not needing the interruption. For thelast three days he'd been working twelve hours trying to get the recommendationdone for his company to purchase EDIT, an electronic records managementapplication and he was nearly there.
"Hello.Arpit Gujju, Business Strategy Team. Can I help you?" He replied, thestandard answer whenever an internal call came through to his desk.
"It'sReception. There's a Mister Rawal here to see you. Says he's a lawyer."
Arpitfrowned. "I don't have him in my diary."
"Hesays it's urgent that he speak with you," The security guy at receptionstated.
"Em,okay. I'll be right down."
"Cheers."The other end of the line went dead.
Arpitheaded for the elevator, the frown still creasing his features, wondering why alawyer would be coming to see him. There was nothing legal he was involved inat work, he knew he was a pretty well behaved guy, and he knew he was up todate on his loan payments and all that.
Heentered the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor, leaning againstthe wall as he tried to think of a single reason why a lawyer would be wantingto see him, but by the time the doors opened and he reached the reception desk,he still hadn't come up with one.
"He'sin there," The portly security guy grunted, poking a thumb in thedirection of one of the vacant meeting rooms HR used for interviews.
Arpitlooked over, seeing an elderly man, around the age of retirement, but there wassomething very sharp about him. Maybe the slicked back white hair, or the blacksuit, shirt and tie, but from his initial glance, Arpit wouldn't be surprisedto find out that this guy was Kareena Kapoor's lawyer. He had that supremely confidentlook about him.
Hisfrown still on his face, Arpit opened the door. "Hi. I'm Arpit Gujju. CanI help you with something?"
Thelawyer immediately stood offering a surprisingly warm handshake. "I'mMister Rawal, Arpit. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me at such shortnotice."
"Sure,"Arpit said, closing the door and taking a seat opposite the old man. "Doyou mind if you tell me straight away what it is you want? We've got three ofthe Company Directors in the building today, so it's kinda busy upstairs."
Theold man nodded.
"Verywell. I'm sure you're wondering why a lawyer has turned up out of the blue tosee you. It involves an inheritance from a relative and you're one of thelisted beneficiaries."
Arpit'seyes widened at the lawyers words. "Oh."
"Notwhat you were expecting?" Mister Rawal asked, an eyebrow raised at theexpression on Arpit's face.
"Ididn't know what to expect, but this wasn't even on the list," Arpitadmitted. "Who are we talking about here? I don't know of any relatives ofmine that have died." He frowned as he thought about it. "Not in thelast few years anyway. Are you sure I'm the right Arpit Gujju?"
"I'mabsolutely sure." The lawyers confident expression left Arpit in littledoubt, confusing him further.
"So..Em... Who died?" Arpit nodded.
"Forthat you'll have to bear with me for a few moments while I show you a fewfiles," Mister Rawal said, flicking open his briefcase and removingseveral Manilla files, placing them on the desk in front of him. The old mansfingers tapped for a few seconds on the files before he cleared his throat.
"Arpit,you are twenty three years old, born on the 21st of June, correct?" Thelawyer's tone was precise, factual, and Arpit nodded.
"Yeah."
"WhatI am about to tell you may come as a bit of a shock, so please bear withme." He flicked open the first file, containing several photos. The firstwas a black and white image of three babies, wrapped in blankets and woolenhats and they looked like they were only a day old.
"Babies,"Arpit said aloud, knowing he was stating the obvious, but if he had fiftyguesses at what was inside the manilla folders, a baby picture wouldn't haveeven crossed his mind.
"Correct,"Mister Rawal replied. "This is a photograph taken of a set of tripletsseveral hours after they were born on the 21st June, twenty three and a halfyears ago, Arpit."
Arpit'seyes shot up to the old man's, but the lawyers gaze was fixed on the photo. Hisfinger tapped the baby on Arpit's left.
"Thisbaby was named Tamanna." His finger moved to tap on the infant on theright. "This one was named Trisha, and the one in the middle was namedArpit."
"Yeah,I think you've got the wrong Arpit, buddy," He said immediately. "Idon't have any sisters, or twins, or whatever." He kept quiet therealisation that the central baby did look like him in his own baby photos, butArpit wasn't convinced. Babies all looked the same to him anyway.
"Please,bear with me," The lawyer said firmly, moving the photograph to one side.Underneath the photo was a stack of papers, and Arpit could see AdoptionCertificate written on the top one. His fingers deftly rotated the document soArpit could read it.
Hiseyes met the lawyers a few seconds later. "I don't know anything about thisdocumentation. I couldn't tell you if it's real or false. I know I'm notadopted though."
"Isthis your birth certificate, Arpit?" Mister Rawal said, sliding anotherdocument in front of Arpit.
Hechecked and nodded, frowning as he wondered why the hell this lawyer could havea copy of what looked like his own birth certificate. "Could be, but Idon't know how you have it."
Thelawyer flicked another document next to the birth certificate. "This is aname change by deed poll that accompanies the adoption certificate," Hecontinued in the factual, clinical and emotionless tone, flicking another twodocuments in front of Arpit. "And this is your original birthcertificate."
Arpitforced himself to look carefully at what was in front of him. He knew that hisown birth certificate was correct and couldn't see anything on it that wasstrange or unusual, so he began to read the name change document, and comparedit with the adoption certificate. He could feel a knot in his stomach as hefailed to find any inconsistencies, and with reluctance, he looked at theoriginal birth certificate.
Heread the name of the baby on the certificate and his eyes immediately shot upto the lawyers face, seeing an expression of sadness there, perhaps even a hintof empathy at the young man sitting opposite him whose very foundation wasbeing pulled out from under him.
"The...The surname?" Arpit stammered.
MisterRawal didn't say anything. He simply slid another photograph across the table,this time of the three infants, cradled in their fathers arms. It was a youngerversion of a familiar face, known the world over. For the past few days it hadnever been off the news.
Arpitlooked at the certificate again, seeing the surname. JHAVERI.
Here-read the name of the person listed as the father. SIDDHARTH JHAVERI, who wasbillionaire, celebrity, playboy, entrepreneur, business genius, etc.
Arpit looked at the certificate again, seeing the surname. JHAVERI.
Here-read the name of the person listed as the father. SIDDHARTH JHAVERI, who wasbillionaire, celebrity, playboy, entrepreneur, business genius, etc.
Arpit looked back at the lawyer. "Seriously?"
Mister Rawal nodded. "Finding out that you're adopted must be a big shock, Arpit.Finding out your father was Siddharth Jhaveri must be just as big.
"
Arpit shook his head. It didn't make sense to him, this lawyer claiming he wasadopted, let alone this absurd claim that Siddharth fucking Jhaveri, one of thewealthiest men in India, was his supposed father. A thought struck him.
"Did Vishal put you up to this?" Arpit had two best friends, Vishal and Rohit.While Rohit worked upstairs with him, their friend Vishal worked as anillustrator on comic books, but was forever trying to punk them with practicaljokes. This seemed right up his street, especially four days after the worldfound out Siddharth Jhaveri had died of cancer.
The lawyers expression turned serious. "Arpit, I assure you this is no joke.There is more information here for you, including a letter from MisterJhaveri."
"A letter?" Arpit smiled, convinced this was the work of his buddy. Hechuckled. "Let's see it then."
The old man frowned but opened the second file and pulled out an envelope, thepaper rich and luxurious. Arpit didn't recognise the handwriting on the front,but he opened it up and unfolded the letter.
Arpit,
Iimagine you're in a bit of turmoil right now. Try not to give Mr Rawal a hardtime -- he's a good man and a good friend who's been stuck with a hard job.
Anyway,you've just found out I'm your father. Siddharth Jhaveri, billionaire,celebrity, playboy, entrepreneur, business genius, etc. I'm sorry to say thatit's true, Arpit. And you deserve an explanation.
Twenty six years ago I met a wonderful woman named Amisha, we fell in love and weresoon married. I started my own business making computers and doing someprogramming, and soon my wife fell pregnant. Life was bliss. Then the businessboomed, some of the software I'd written made me a small fortune and withinmonths I was employing hundreds of people. The business side of things isn'timportant now, but a few more months passed and it was time to go to thehospital.
Amisha gave birth to three infants, triplets, a month early, two girls and a boy, butimmediately began to have complications. She was rushed into surgery, but itwas no good. Just like that, the love of my life died. She was twenty fiveyears old. She would have been a great mother.
I knew nothing about raising kids, and I was so overwhelmed with grief that theonly thing I could think of was to throw myself into my work. Anything to getaway from the pain. A doctor suggested offering you and your sisters up foradoption. I agreed, thinking it was the best for you. It was the biggest regretof my life. At the time though, it was the best decision I could have made.
You and your sisters were put with loving families, raised in nurturing and healthyenvironments, and despite my promise not to, I kept tabs on you all, helpingout in little ways whenever I could. Scholarships, jobs and the like. I knowit's not parenting, but you and your sisters are the only family I have, evenif we've never met.
And that brings us round to the present. As I write this I'm dying. If you'rereading this, then I'm already gone and you might have even heard about it onthe news. Which brings me round to the point of all this. For twenty five yearsI've been building a business, an empire some would say, and along the way,tens of thousands of people have come to rely on me to keep their companiesafloat, keep their jobs in place so they can raise their own families. It's aresponsibility that I take seriously, which may well sound ironic to you, giventhat I haven't taken responsibility for raising my own children.
I'd like you to meet your sisters, Tamanna and Trisha. I'd like the three of you toget to know each other. All that I have now belongs to the three of you. Myinheritance. I'm told it's quite a sum.
Mister Rawal will give you the details on what happens next, but here's the clipnotes. Go to my Island in the WoodMasan Nearby Rutland - Portblair, get to knowyour sisters, learn a bit about what's being asked of you and decide what youwant to do.
Along the way you might even get to know a little more about me.
Inhope and love,
Siddharth Jhaveri
==============================
Arpit looked at the date on the letter, noting it was only two weeks old.
Gone were the doubts that this was Vishal's work. This really wasn't his style atall. The knot in his stomach was twisting as he realised he'd have to make acall and speak to his parents. He had to ask.
"Would you excuse me for a couple of minutes, Mister Rawal. I need to make acall." Arpit saw the old man nod, but he was already on his way out thedoor. He moved on autopilot out the front doors of the building and onto thestreet, crowded with the usual mixture of coffee-toting office workers, shoppinghousewives and tourists and stepped into a doorway. He dialled.
"Hey,honey."
"Hi,Mom," Arpit replied, trying to keep his voice relaxed and casual."Listen, I need to ask you something."
"Okay,honey, but you'll have to be quick. Your father and I are just about toleave," She replied. Arpit could hear a car door close in the background.
"Oh,right. Today's the hiking trip, right?"
Heheard his Mom sigh down the phone. "I swear Arpit, you never payattention."
Hetook a deep breath. "Mom, I need you to listen to me here, okay. I justhad a visit at work from a lawyer called Mister Rawal."
Arpitpaused as he heard his mother shout on his father. "Listen, you need to bein on this," He heard her say. "Okay, son. What did he say?"
"Mom,Dad. I've got to ask you. Am I adopted?" Arpit had his free hand held flatover his free ear, listening more intensely than he ever had in his life.
Thesilence that stretched into seconds on the other end of the line added to thesinking feeling in Arpit's stomach.
"Son,it's me," Arpit heard as his Dad came on the phone, his tone gentle."It's true, son. We adopted you when you were only a few days old. I'msorry you've found out like this. Do you want to meet up and talk about it? Ican come and pick you up?"
Arpitpressed his face into the corner of the doorway, trying to think. It was true,he was adopted. His mind whirled with a myriad of emotions, feeling like hisworld had just been turned upside down, so he took several deep breaths, andthought about what he knew. His friends were his friends. His parents had keptthis whopping big secret, but they'd raised him and been there for twenty threeyears for him. Did it really matter that they weren't linked by DNA? The thoughthelped him clear his head a little and he sighed.
Aftera moment he replied. "No, it's okay, and don't get all worried, okay. Iknow you're my parents, I know you're my Mom and Dad, you raised me andnothing's going to change that, okay?"
Hecould almost hear the relief in the tones of their replies, so he pressedahead.
"Thingis, I've found out a little about who I was before I was adopted," Arpitadded, not quite sure how to proceed with this bit. He opted for directness."How much do you know about that?"
Therewas a hushed, whispered conversation at the other end of the line that endedabruptly after a few more seconds.
"Weknow who your birth father was, honey," Arpit's Mom said a moment later."Do you?"
Arpitswallowed. "Yeah, I think so." His mouth was dry but he made himselfsay the words. "Siddharth Jhaveri, right?"
"That'sright, son," His Dad said quietly. "We weren't supposed to know, butwe did."
"Hashe left you something in his will?" His Mom asked. "Is that why the lawyeris there?"
"Em,I think so," Arpit said, feeling more than a little nauseous now."Listen, they're telling me I have sisters."
"What?"Both his parents replied at the same time.
"ThatI have sisters. Twins," He replied. "Well, actually triplets, but I'mone of them, apparently."
"Arpit,son, we had no idea," His Dad said, and Arpit knew deep inside that he wastelling the truth. "Sisters?"
"Twoof them," Arpit confirmed. "They want me to go and meet them."
"Thenyou should go," His Dad replied immediately.
"Absolutely,"His Mom added. "Are you alright, honey?"
"Bitshell-shocked, I guess," Arpit replied. "Listen, I've got to headback in there. Are you guys okay?"
"Yeah,son, don't worry about us," His Dad answered. "We'll stick aroundhere for a few days, I think. Why don't you come round for dinner tonight orbefore it you want, we'll have a chat."
To be continued
Arpit shook his head. It didn't make sense to him, this lawyer claiming he wasadopted, let alone this absurd claim that Siddharth fucking Jhaveri, one of thewealthiest men in India, was his supposed father. A thought struck him.
"Did Vishal put you up to this?" Arpit had two best friends, Vishal and Rohit.While Rohit worked upstairs with him, their friend Vishal worked as anillustrator on comic books, but was forever trying to punk them with practicaljokes. This seemed right up his street, especially four days after the worldfound out Siddharth Jhaveri had died of cancer.
The lawyers expression turned serious. "Arpit, I assure you this is no joke.There is more information here for you, including a letter from MisterJhaveri."
"A letter?" Arpit smiled, convinced this was the work of his buddy. Hechuckled. "Let's see it then."
The old man frowned but opened the second file and pulled out an envelope, thepaper rich and luxurious. Arpit didn't recognise the handwriting on the front,but he opened it up and unfolded the letter.
Arpit,
Iimagine you're in a bit of turmoil right now. Try not to give Mr Rawal a hardtime -- he's a good man and a good friend who's been stuck with a hard job.
Anyway,you've just found out I'm your father. Siddharth Jhaveri, billionaire,celebrity, playboy, entrepreneur, business genius, etc. I'm sorry to say thatit's true, Arpit. And you deserve an explanation.
Twenty six years ago I met a wonderful woman named Amisha, we fell in love and weresoon married. I started my own business making computers and doing someprogramming, and soon my wife fell pregnant. Life was bliss. Then the businessboomed, some of the software I'd written made me a small fortune and withinmonths I was employing hundreds of people. The business side of things isn'timportant now, but a few more months passed and it was time to go to thehospital.
Amisha gave birth to three infants, triplets, a month early, two girls and a boy, butimmediately began to have complications. She was rushed into surgery, but itwas no good. Just like that, the love of my life died. She was twenty fiveyears old. She would have been a great mother.
I knew nothing about raising kids, and I was so overwhelmed with grief that theonly thing I could think of was to throw myself into my work. Anything to getaway from the pain. A doctor suggested offering you and your sisters up foradoption. I agreed, thinking it was the best for you. It was the biggest regretof my life. At the time though, it was the best decision I could have made.
You and your sisters were put with loving families, raised in nurturing and healthyenvironments, and despite my promise not to, I kept tabs on you all, helpingout in little ways whenever I could. Scholarships, jobs and the like. I knowit's not parenting, but you and your sisters are the only family I have, evenif we've never met.
And that brings us round to the present. As I write this I'm dying. If you'rereading this, then I'm already gone and you might have even heard about it onthe news. Which brings me round to the point of all this. For twenty five yearsI've been building a business, an empire some would say, and along the way,tens of thousands of people have come to rely on me to keep their companiesafloat, keep their jobs in place so they can raise their own families. It's aresponsibility that I take seriously, which may well sound ironic to you, giventhat I haven't taken responsibility for raising my own children.
I'd like you to meet your sisters, Tamanna and Trisha. I'd like the three of you toget to know each other. All that I have now belongs to the three of you. Myinheritance. I'm told it's quite a sum.
Mister Rawal will give you the details on what happens next, but here's the clipnotes. Go to my Island in the WoodMasan Nearby Rutland - Portblair, get to knowyour sisters, learn a bit about what's being asked of you and decide what youwant to do.
Along the way you might even get to know a little more about me.
Inhope and love,
Siddharth Jhaveri
==============================
Arpit looked at the date on the letter, noting it was only two weeks old.
Gone were the doubts that this was Vishal's work. This really wasn't his style atall. The knot in his stomach was twisting as he realised he'd have to make acall and speak to his parents. He had to ask.
"Would you excuse me for a couple of minutes, Mister Rawal. I need to make acall." Arpit saw the old man nod, but he was already on his way out thedoor. He moved on autopilot out the front doors of the building and onto thestreet, crowded with the usual mixture of coffee-toting office workers, shoppinghousewives and tourists and stepped into a doorway. He dialled.
"Hey,honey."
"Hi,Mom," Arpit replied, trying to keep his voice relaxed and casual."Listen, I need to ask you something."
"Okay,honey, but you'll have to be quick. Your father and I are just about toleave," She replied. Arpit could hear a car door close in the background.
"Oh,right. Today's the hiking trip, right?"
Heheard his Mom sigh down the phone. "I swear Arpit, you never payattention."
Hetook a deep breath. "Mom, I need you to listen to me here, okay. I justhad a visit at work from a lawyer called Mister Rawal."
Arpitpaused as he heard his mother shout on his father. "Listen, you need to bein on this," He heard her say. "Okay, son. What did he say?"
"Mom,Dad. I've got to ask you. Am I adopted?" Arpit had his free hand held flatover his free ear, listening more intensely than he ever had in his life.
Thesilence that stretched into seconds on the other end of the line added to thesinking feeling in Arpit's stomach.
"Son,it's me," Arpit heard as his Dad came on the phone, his tone gentle."It's true, son. We adopted you when you were only a few days old. I'msorry you've found out like this. Do you want to meet up and talk about it? Ican come and pick you up?"
Arpitpressed his face into the corner of the doorway, trying to think. It was true,he was adopted. His mind whirled with a myriad of emotions, feeling like hisworld had just been turned upside down, so he took several deep breaths, andthought about what he knew. His friends were his friends. His parents had keptthis whopping big secret, but they'd raised him and been there for twenty threeyears for him. Did it really matter that they weren't linked by DNA? The thoughthelped him clear his head a little and he sighed.
Aftera moment he replied. "No, it's okay, and don't get all worried, okay. Iknow you're my parents, I know you're my Mom and Dad, you raised me andnothing's going to change that, okay?"
Hecould almost hear the relief in the tones of their replies, so he pressedahead.
"Thingis, I've found out a little about who I was before I was adopted," Arpitadded, not quite sure how to proceed with this bit. He opted for directness."How much do you know about that?"
Therewas a hushed, whispered conversation at the other end of the line that endedabruptly after a few more seconds.
"Weknow who your birth father was, honey," Arpit's Mom said a moment later."Do you?"
Arpitswallowed. "Yeah, I think so." His mouth was dry but he made himselfsay the words. "Siddharth Jhaveri, right?"
"That'sright, son," His Dad said quietly. "We weren't supposed to know, butwe did."
"Hashe left you something in his will?" His Mom asked. "Is that why the lawyeris there?"
"Em,I think so," Arpit said, feeling more than a little nauseous now."Listen, they're telling me I have sisters."
"What?"Both his parents replied at the same time.
"ThatI have sisters. Twins," He replied. "Well, actually triplets, but I'mone of them, apparently."
"Arpit,son, we had no idea," His Dad said, and Arpit knew deep inside that he wastelling the truth. "Sisters?"
"Twoof them," Arpit confirmed. "They want me to go and meet them."
"Thenyou should go," His Dad replied immediately.
"Absolutely,"His Mom added. "Are you alright, honey?"
"Bitshell-shocked, I guess," Arpit replied. "Listen, I've got to headback in there. Are you guys okay?"
"Yeah,son, don't worry about us," His Dad answered. "We'll stick aroundhere for a few days, I think. Why don't you come round for dinner tonight orbefore it you want, we'll have a chat."
To be continued