Indian slut

I was made to stand near the main entrance next to staircase of the first floor while those two guys went on one side to talk with each other. From where I was standing I couldn’t get a good look of the entire place but I just saw two rooms which again used curtains instead of doors. After about five minutes a girl in a towel came out from one of the rooms. Her hair were open and she came out while attempting to tie her hair. She was just wearing a towel around her. She was a typical house maid looking type of a girl with a slightly overweight figure. A few moments after that a guy came out of the same room while buttoning his shirt. When he went pass by the girl he took out five hundred rupee notes and gave it in the girls hands and started to walk towards me as I was standing next to the staircase exit. While approaching me he kept on looking at me from head to toe. When he came near me he stood still and looked at me from head to toe and started to touch me to on my waist and then work his way up to my breasts. I tried to stop him but it was no luck. So the Muslim man shouted at him and asked him to leave me alone. So he walked pass by me and went down. Now I saw the shop keeper getting handed a bunch of notes by the Muslim man and then they shook hands and started walking towards me.

The shopkeeper came to me and while pointing to the muslim said: “Madam yeh hai Raqueeb bhai, yeh aapka khayal rakhengey ab. Aap inke saath jayiye”

Raqueeb bhai took hold of my arm guided me inside the flat. There were rooms on both sides and just had curtains on the entrances. Raqueeb bhai then in his thick haryanwi accent said:

“Aayo madam, ab aap ithar kaam karogi. Teri choot ka pehle mein test drive lunga phir tu kaam par lag jayiyo.”

This really scared me but excited me too. My wish of being treated like a whore in a 'kotha' was coming true. But the fact that I would be working here scared me as my understanding was that I would just try it once and if I didn’t like it I could turn it down. But looking at the place and with the kind of people around me I didn’t want to open my mouth in rebellion or even ask a simple question. I decided to see how things go and if things got too out of hand I’ll do something about it then.

Raqueeb bhai took me to one of the many rooms there and closed the curtain behind him when he entered. The room had no windows and just had a small tube light to lighten the room, which came down from the asbestos room with a long string. There was a small ceiling fan coming down next to the light also. It had one queen sized bed and an indian style urinal within the room. This really surprised me as there was no separate wall or room for the toilet, it was within the room itself. There was a small tap next to the urinal and obviously due to the fact that there was no separate toilet, the entire room smelled like shit and pee. The entire room had a very dim feel to it. The bed looked very rickety and the bedspread which looked like it hadn’t ever been washed. Apart from that it had a blanket on it. The entire room reminded me of my servant’s room, but that was still neater than this. The room was just big enough for the bed and two more people to stand in it. It was like a train compartment or a small quarter on a ship. The room was sealed with very thing cardboard plys on both ends. It seemed like a bigger room was divided in smaller rooms using those plys. This made me realise why the urinal was so close to the bed, as maybe the toilet part of the bigger room was used to make this as a separate room. I guess it was obvious to have such small rooms when in the prostitution business, after all turnover is everything. The bed was just at the entrance of the room and after closing the curtain there was no room to stand between the bed and the entrance. The had used every bit of real estate available to make money by making more rooms for the girls.