Indian slut

I was stunned to hear those words and I looked at him with my jaw dropped. The guy was looking at me and smiling. I was speechless and froze till my bone. So I just took out a couple of the movies and asked them to give them in a pendrive for me. While doing so he told me the bill and I started to open my purse and search for the amount. While I was doing so he said:

“Madam waise in movies mein kuch nahi rakha, aapko asli cheez try karni chahiye. Aap bolo toh mein aapki help kar sakta hu aur aap kuch paise bhi kama lengi.”

I didn’t know what to say but I thought this was probably the opportunity I’ve been looking for. So I got a hold of myself and said:

“Woh kaise?”

He said:

“Madam mera ek dost hai uska yehi business hai. Customer woh leke aata hai aur aapko commision milti hai har customer par. Aapko mazaa aur paise dono milengey. Woh yeh business apne ghar se hi chalata hai, toh jagah bhi safe hai.”

Just the words coming out of his mouth made me wet and I was speechless with fright. I didn’t know what to do or so but of course I had to say ‘No’ as I didn’t even know this guy. I replied:

“Nahi nahi thank you, mein aisi nahi hu”

He said: “Madam yeh to har insaan ki zaroorat hoti hai, abhi movie dekh kar aap apni chut ko mazaa hi do ge na? Jab apko ek asli admi ka lund mil sakta hai aur upar se paise bhi toh kyu nahi? Aap try to kar ke dekhiye ek baar, agar acha nahi lagey to aap phir mat karna.”

I don’t know what happened to me but I decided to give it a try and said OK. But I told him that I couldn’t stay for long as I have to be back home soon. It was about 1 pm in the morning at that time. Also, I inquired about the place and all as I didn’t want it to be anywhere near where I lived or near any of my relatives places. He named some village near an Industrial area on the border of Delhi and Haryana, which is very isolated from the residential areas so I was satisfied.

He asked me to leave my car here itself as it would take too long to reach there by car and he took out his motorcycle. It took us about 40 mins to reach there and the place was a sight. The place was a very very filthy area and was about 2 km on a muddy pathway from the main road. I never knew that such places existed in Delhi. All the building there were one to two storey and were just brick buildings with no paint or rendering on them. The road leading inside the village was wide enough for just one car to fit and hence all we found there were cycles, scooters and motorcycles. There were no asphalt roads and hence just a path made of stones and mud. Being an offshoot from a main road and being such a remote area it was full of so many people and so many small shops. I always wondered were all the cheap and menial labourers lived and now I knew. Everyone from the menial bricklayer to the jamadars and MCD karamcharis infested the colony and this was the place they called home. I was petrified to be here and had even lost track of my way back to the main road. Ultimately, we stopped in front of a very old and broken down building which had it’s brick skeleton on display just like the other building without any paint or plastering on them. All the buildings seemed like they were abandoned half way through there construction but I guess thats how these people lived.

After parking the bike the guy guided me to the entrance of the building and then we walked our way to the first floor of the building. There were no doors or windows anywhere in the building. Rooms which people wanted to block off where bolted shut with old timber ply’s and curtains were used instead of doors and windows everywhere. On the first floor we were greeted by a tall guy in a kurta payjama and a crew cut. He seemed very much like a muslim and the moment he met the shop keeper and spoke, his accent confirmed that he really was one.