I was a first year student in a college in Bombay where I did not know any one.
In the hostel room, a senior student was my room mate.
Her name is Vimala, Vim for short. She asked me: where do you belong?
Chenthrappinni.
Is it in India? Or are you a girl from Thailand?
In Kerala.
Oh! I love to see that place.
Do come; I shall be your guide.
Thus was our first meeting. She is a Maharashtrian, living with her uncle who is a petty business man. She is quite bright in her studies and hopes to graduate this year with good marks. She is tall and thin, with big breasts. I was small, mine the size of a pebble, not visible in my blouse. The very first day, she sized me up: you have very bright, lively eyes, an attractive face and curly black hair. With proper make up, you can be a beauty queen! You must not be ashamed of your invisible breasts; with daily massaging, it can grow big enough, to attract any man! You must be my disciple.
She proposed that we both take bath together. I was shy, but she won’t listen. She removed my cloths and poured water over me, scrubbed my body hard, with soap and when finished we both lay in the bed and she started the exercise. First she nibbled my nipples. It tickled me but I enjoyed it. Then she pressed my limbs, including my breasts, massaging it hard. In the night we played husband and wife.
This routine went on and in six months, I was transformed into a fully grown beauty. She regularly took me to the parlour, circulated my photographs through the internet, of course, with false name, and I began getting offers. A messenger will take me alone, in a car to the client. I got five thousand daily and was very pleased, because I could send money home. I told them a lie that I got scholarship from the University.
I failed in all papers, while Vim got off very well, because, after I went to sleep, she used to study till very late. When I was expelled from the college, I shifted to a hotel.
I got a real break, when a Russian booked me for one year. He gave me one lakh rupees in advance and fifty thousand every month. Of course, I had to entertain his guests too, some of whom were very ugly Indians and some Arabs. Once, it was a Negro, with penis measuring eight inches. There were traces of blood in my vulva, after the act.
Once a very young Rohit Singh came to meet me, after my contract with the Russian was over. He didn’t touch me; he offered to take me home in Bihar. I was curious to go, because I had never seen the interior North India.
I was given a welcome as if I am a film heroine. DURING THIS TRIP, WE BECAME VERY CLOSE AND I STARTED LOVING HIM.
Did he know that I am a call girl? For the first time, I felt regret; but he did not ask me anything. He introduced me to a Minister, saying I am a journalist. I began meeting him almost daily, in the office and at home, when his family was not there. As instructed by my friend, I collected his email address, password etc. It was easy because I entertained him in the bed. Sometimes I used to wonder how foolish men are, to be enslaved by women!
With my friend, I went to the hilly area. The scenery was fantastic. I took several photographs.
There I saw people, both men and women, being given training in use of gun and other military equipment.. My friend explained that they were waging war against the Government because the people were driven away from their homes and they are now starving without any work. Being uninterested in politics, I did not understand much. It must be right because my friend is not a bad guy.
We were waiting for a messenger. It was past midnight. The whole world was drenched in the wet moonlight, with the full moon right over our head. Some night birds were fluttering on the branches of the tree, under which we were sitting. I could not resist my impulse. I held my arm around his waiste and kissed him, full in the mouth. He just remained unmoved.
Don’t you love me?
We fighters cannot afford to love. Any moment we may be killed or caught; why should you become a widow and your child fatherless?
I didn’t ask you to marry me. Who will marry a call girl? I like to know if you care for me.
Suddenly, we heard gun shots. He began running and I followed him. But he told me to go in another direction, lest we both may be caught.
Not knowing the ways in the jungle, I remained where I am. After about half an hour, I saw the police party. The man in charge recognized me as the Minister’s concubine and escorted me to his Bungalow.
I took the first flight to Madras and reached Chenthrapinni, like the prodigal son!
Her name is Vimala, Vim for short. She asked me: where do you belong?
Chenthrappinni.
Is it in India? Or are you a girl from Thailand?
In Kerala.
Oh! I love to see that place.
Do come; I shall be your guide.
Thus was our first meeting. She is a Maharashtrian, living with her uncle who is a petty business man. She is quite bright in her studies and hopes to graduate this year with good marks. She is tall and thin, with big breasts. I was small, mine the size of a pebble, not visible in my blouse. The very first day, she sized me up: you have very bright, lively eyes, an attractive face and curly black hair. With proper make up, you can be a beauty queen! You must not be ashamed of your invisible breasts; with daily massaging, it can grow big enough, to attract any man! You must be my disciple.
She proposed that we both take bath together. I was shy, but she won’t listen. She removed my cloths and poured water over me, scrubbed my body hard, with soap and when finished we both lay in the bed and she started the exercise. First she nibbled my nipples. It tickled me but I enjoyed it. Then she pressed my limbs, including my breasts, massaging it hard. In the night we played husband and wife.
This routine went on and in six months, I was transformed into a fully grown beauty. She regularly took me to the parlour, circulated my photographs through the internet, of course, with false name, and I began getting offers. A messenger will take me alone, in a car to the client. I got five thousand daily and was very pleased, because I could send money home. I told them a lie that I got scholarship from the University.
I failed in all papers, while Vim got off very well, because, after I went to sleep, she used to study till very late. When I was expelled from the college, I shifted to a hotel.
I got a real break, when a Russian booked me for one year. He gave me one lakh rupees in advance and fifty thousand every month. Of course, I had to entertain his guests too, some of whom were very ugly Indians and some Arabs. Once, it was a Negro, with penis measuring eight inches. There were traces of blood in my vulva, after the act.
Once a very young Rohit Singh came to meet me, after my contract with the Russian was over. He didn’t touch me; he offered to take me home in Bihar. I was curious to go, because I had never seen the interior North India.
I was given a welcome as if I am a film heroine. DURING THIS TRIP, WE BECAME VERY CLOSE AND I STARTED LOVING HIM.
Did he know that I am a call girl? For the first time, I felt regret; but he did not ask me anything. He introduced me to a Minister, saying I am a journalist. I began meeting him almost daily, in the office and at home, when his family was not there. As instructed by my friend, I collected his email address, password etc. It was easy because I entertained him in the bed. Sometimes I used to wonder how foolish men are, to be enslaved by women!
With my friend, I went to the hilly area. The scenery was fantastic. I took several photographs.
There I saw people, both men and women, being given training in use of gun and other military equipment.. My friend explained that they were waging war against the Government because the people were driven away from their homes and they are now starving without any work. Being uninterested in politics, I did not understand much. It must be right because my friend is not a bad guy.
We were waiting for a messenger. It was past midnight. The whole world was drenched in the wet moonlight, with the full moon right over our head. Some night birds were fluttering on the branches of the tree, under which we were sitting. I could not resist my impulse. I held my arm around his waiste and kissed him, full in the mouth. He just remained unmoved.
Don’t you love me?
We fighters cannot afford to love. Any moment we may be killed or caught; why should you become a widow and your child fatherless?
I didn’t ask you to marry me. Who will marry a call girl? I like to know if you care for me.
Suddenly, we heard gun shots. He began running and I followed him. But he told me to go in another direction, lest we both may be caught.
Not knowing the ways in the jungle, I remained where I am. After about half an hour, I saw the police party. The man in charge recognized me as the Minister’s concubine and escorted me to his Bungalow.
I took the first flight to Madras and reached Chenthrapinni, like the prodigal son!
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