Jyoti was an extraordinary girl, in an extraordinary city. She had it all; money, looks and an open minded family. She belonged to an affluent class in Delhi, a city where if you have money all the luxuries of life are there at your feet but if you don’t then they will be like mirages, dancing in front of you, but certainly out of reach. (How many times I went to my parked car in the basement of a mall with my girlfriend, and when I found a cleaner watching us, I purposely put my hands on her waist and gave her ass a playful slap, every time I landed a pat on her ass, I could imagine his own cock taking jumps in his dirty work pants). 

Jyoti was what you called a tease; she got a thrill out of teasing men and denying them what they would have forcibly taken back in the Stone Age where your pussy belonged the strongest man in the clan. She would go to clubs wearing the most provocative little black dress and dance with men on the dance floor, she would dance with one man, and would instantly switch to another, while dancing with one she would gyrate her ass against the pelvis of another man, thus sending him over the top. She used to go to the bar with only Rs.10 in her pocket and get different men to buy her drinks, food, and even drop her home, she would give them wrong numbers and when the men used to call her the next day, the phone would ring somewhere in a Dhaba on Delhi- Chandigarh Highway . Basically she was a very pampered bitch.

Now let’s get to the main point, her looks; she was fully blessed in this dept. She was famous in the whole district for her buxom looks. She was about 5’6’’ tall, not really tall but just tall enough that if you embraced her, your cock would rest flat on her belly. On top of that she was blessed with 36DD boobs (which jiggled with every step she took or every little movement of her body) a slim 26 waist to hold onto while pounding her massive 38 ass. I guess she was what you called a double looker. When she was walking towards you you’d be staring at her boobs and while she was walking away, you’d find yourself staring at her jiggling ass. She has the assets and never shied away from using them also.

 She would always wear tops to highlight her curves and boobs, whenever she was in class she’d not expose her cleavage but when she went out with male friends or met with any male professor she would adjust her top so that an inch of cleavage was showing to entice them to spend more money on her or renegotiate better grades in class.

 She was a total whore who knew how to extract the maximum from different men in position. Often times she would be arguing about her grades with a professor in his chambers and while the professor would reach for a file or paper, she would do the same and in the process make sure that her ample breasts mashed against his forearm. The professor would immediately get an erection and she would smile coyly and like magic her grades would rise. She also used to wear dresses to highlight her ass or you could say that treasures like that just cannot stay hidden. When she wore something ethnic like a Saree or Salwar, it would pop out like a balloon and sway with every movement of her body or when she wore fitted jeans it would look like two gel filled pads with a deep valley in between, I swear if you ever saw it, you’d want to put your cock in the valley and just go to sleep.

Every movement or simple act of hers would be that like a porn story, even the way she spoke in a seductive husky voice would dissolve madness in your ears and make your cock want to rip your pants open. Her daddy absolutely treated her like a princess, he had always told her that she was his princess and given her everything that she had ever wanted before even she had the opportunity to ask. Smartphone by 12, laptop by 14, scooter by 16 and a brand new expensive car by 18, she was absolutely a spoiled brat. She used to look down on every guy who crossed her, she knew exactly what they wanted from her, gave a small trailer of it and later when her work was done she refused to even recognize them. Many times she gave boys her mobile number, in school, in coaching center and college and as soon as she passed, she would black list their numbers and never think of them again. 

Basically she was a very self centered person, even on her social media profile one would find hundreds of pics of selfies and her own pics showing off her assets and sometimes in duck face and other poses with her slutty girl friends. Who were taking the pics, who were driving and dropping them off, who were paying for the drink, who were acting like unpaid bodyguards????- Her male friends of course. (So that’s the first lesson in life, never put a female on a pedestal, the more you worship her, the more she’s going to have her head in the clouds and treat you like dirt. If you want her pussy, than act like you deserve it, don’t beg!!!)

Did her father know this? Of course he did, after all he married her mother, who was nothing more than a trophy wife of a successful businessman, 20yrs his junior in age. All she had to do was be his bed warmer and push out healthy children for him. He knew what his daughter was upto because whenever she purchased an outfit using his credit card, it would be written in the monthly statement, “sexy lingerie” or “hot pants” or “magic push up bra” he reasoned that she was a female and a good looking one at that, and she wasn’t quite intelligent, so that only way she’s going to make it big in her life is by using the power of the velvet tunnel between her legs and seduce a horny rich man, like himself. So he didn’t say anything. 

However to ensure her safety he did keep for her a driver/ bodyguard whose job was to drive her around, carry her shopping bags and make sure that she doesn’t get into trouble in a trouble prone city like Delhi. Her driver was a burly man named Murad, he started his career as a enforcer “goon” under her dad’s real estate business but quickly grew in rank as he gained the boss’s trust he was entrusted to the most important job of protecting and keeping an eye on his daughter. He personally found it very demeaning that he, who had many criminal cases pending against him and half the time was either in jail or out on bail had to play babysitter to this cock tease who would treat her as her coolie and servant. She also never forgot to tease him whenever she got the opportunity. 

One time while they were driving through the countryside a broken beer bottle must have punctured their tire, so Murad got out and took up a stephny and was replacing the tire and told her to stay in the car, in the AC. But after about 5mins she got out and seeing the muscular Murad drenched in sweat, she couldn’t resist, and put one hand on the bonnet of the car and was talking to Murad, well her breasts were just about his eye level, because he was on his knee replacing the tire and he could but state down her top into her ample boobs which looked like large coconuts because of her size. Well after about 5mins of taking she could notice the tent in his pants and went away telling him to finish up fast. He felt insulted at this and that night when he had dropped her off, went to his shack and jerked off thinking of her. 

The closes he ever got to her was when she would go to clubs, and return piss drink, he would drive her home and support her to her room, while doing that sometimes he let his knuckles rub or press against her boobs, but nothing more because he knew very well what kind of man her father was and if he did anything wrong to his daughter he would be turned into soil fertilizer. But he was angry none the less and sought an opportunity for revenge. He wasn’t the only one, there was a whole line of people waiting to plant their flags in the pussy of this cock tease whore, or see her utterly humiliated and looks like karma was on their side& they were going to have their wishes fulfilled soon.

The driver Murad was getting hornier day by day but he couldn’t do anything as she was the boss’s daughter and if he were to find out than he’d be made into soil fertilizer. But than he had another idea, “what if he didn’t do anything but she did it, what if she put herself in a position which was so her own fault that she couldn’t dare complain to the boss (her daddy).” He began to toy with that chain of thought for a few days until he visited GB Road (a famous “kotha” (whore house) in Delhi) he was roaming room to room, inspecting the “merchandise” but once you have laid your eyes on the juicy gourmet rich buxom girl, your cock wont even twitch looking at these common whores. Just then the owner of the kotha, Imran came behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

Imran- “kya baat hai bhaijaan, kuch pasand aaya” (how are you brother, is anyone to your liking?)

Murad- “nehi bhaijaan sab kuch pheeka lag raha hai” (no, everything is very bland here)

Imran- “arre yar, ekdum se kya hua, pehle toh aate hi tuth parte the aaj itne udaas kyu?” (what happened? Before you used to come and simply pounce on the girls and now you’re silent)

Murad than explained the situation to Imran, he showed him some candid pics of Jyoti that he’d captured on his mobile phone and explained to him her nature and what she was doing to excite him on a day to day basis. Imran listened intently and said.

Imran- “bhai iss rundi ko toh lund chahea” (brother this bitch needs cock)

Murad- “par kaise” (but how)

Imran- “bhai yehi mera dhanda hai, mai rundiyo ke rug rug vakif hu…. Mei in sab ka baap hu, tu chainta na kar, mujhe bas iss chinal ka phone number de aur ghar jaa, baki ka sab me dekh lunga” (brother this is my business, I know these bitches in and out, still I’m their boss, you don’t worry, just go home and relax, I will handle the rest)

As told Murad went to his driver’s shack attached to the boss’s house and rested, he had complete faith in Imran, he wasn’t a man to be messed with… many times they had gotten into criminal trouble together when Imran either shot his way out of trouble or when he was arrested, he didn’t reveal his name despite 3rd degree police interrogation, so Murad had lots of respect of his pimp friend.

A few days later Jyoti received a call on her mobile, and notice the time, she got the call at 8:30 (whenever you want to call a girl do so in the evening, that is when they relax and will be in the best mood back from college, work, whatever, if you call in the morning she’ll be in a rush and if you call during the day, she’ll probally be busy…. So keep that in mind).

Tring tring tring tring
Jyoti- “hello”
Imran- “hello madam”

Jyoti- “hello, who is this”
Imran- “madam, pehchana nehi, mai Imran…. Aapse baat hui thi kuch dino pehle”
**when you call a girl you absolutely don’t know make it seem that she has called your first.

Jyoti- “really par mujhe toh yaad nehi, kis topic pe?” (really, I don’t remember, regarding what?”

Imran- “madam maine aapko book kiya tha, aur aapne aaj ka time diya tha, customer toh ready hai” (madam, I had booked you, and you had given today’s time, customer is waiting)

At this point Jyoti was slowly starting to get what this guy was hinting at.
Jyoti- “Kaisi booking, kaisa customer?! What nonsense?!” (What booking, what customer?! What nonsense)

Imran- “oye zada chilla mat, advance diya hai tereko, agar nehi aa sakti toh seedhe seedhe bata de aur agle hafte aakar paise lauta dena” (hey you! Don’t shout, I’ve given you an advance, if you can’t come then be frank and tell me, come here next week and return the money!!!)
Saying that he hung up.
Jyoti- “hello hello hello…..” That rascal!…

Jyoti was very angry from the call, she had never ever in her life been talked to like this. But at the same time this rough and rustic treatment was turning on something inside of her, she felt a itch between her legs and dampness she seldom did. But she ignored it for then and continued with her daily activities.

As more and more days passed, she couldn’t stop thinking about that man; his confidence, his rouge attitude, his finesse and roughness drove her wild. This was the first time she had been put in her place, never before had a man talked to her in a high tone let alone treated her like a common street whore, she wanted more. She called up that number again and after a few misses (because as I mentioned in part I she used delete boy’s phone numbers when she was done with them and ignore them, so when they used to call on her mobile the numbers used to get stored in received calls because the phone software used to pick up the calls and leave a tone, “the number you have called doesn’t exist”….. okay anyways after a few tries she finally managed to dial his number.

(trrring triiiiiggggggn trrrrrring trrrrrrrrinng)
Imran- “hello”
Jyoti- “Hi”
Imran- “kaun” (who)
Jyoti- “Jyoti this side”
Imran- “kaun Jyoti” (Who Jyoti)

*This got her blood even more pumping because she expected boys to remember her name, how she looked, how big her boobs were, how wide her ass were…. And what she liked for lunch (because they’d be the ones spending money on her).

**by this time she had also realized that this guy knew only very rudimentary English so she started trying speaking in Hindi, but after years of an elite aristocratic background she was actually very poor in Hindi.
Jyoti- “aapne call kiya tha na uss din” (you called me that day)
Imran- “kab kiya theek se bata, busy hu main” (when did I call, tell me clearly, I’m a busy man)

Jyoti- “arre uss din jab aap mujhe koi customer ke bare me bata rahe the” (oh, that day when you were telling me about a customer)
Imran- “accha accha accha arre sorry madam mujhe wrong number laga tha, woh koi aur Jyoti thi” (ok ok ok, I remember, I’m sorry madam, it was a wrong number, that was a different Jyoti)
Jyoti- Accha toh wrong number me bhi Jyoti kaise aa gayi??? (Ok, so how could you be looking for Jyoti and dialed the number of a different Jyoti)

*Imran thought for a moment, the bitch had got her, but the truth is that such incidences did happen to him in the past to he replied promptly.
Imran- “woh kya hai na madam, humko number bahut saare sources se milta hai, kisike mobile me aapka aur dusri Jyoti ka number raha hoga, usne hi galt number de di” (what happens is that I got the number from someone who must have also had your number and gave me the wrong Jyoti’s number)

*Jyoti thought that my god, who could have my number and this other girl’s number as well, who is it that I know! But she also became comfortable knowing that if anyone in her friend’s circle was using this guy’s services it must be safe.

Jyoti- “Accha theek hai, toh yeh batao, aapke idhar hota kya hai” (ok tell me, what goes on inside your place)
Imran- “wahi madam jo aap chaho” (whatever you want madam)
Jyoti-……………………..
Imran-“waise agar aapko dekhna hai toh aap idhar aakar dekh legie, mai aapko address sms kar deta hu” (if you want to come and see for yourself you’re welcome I’ll sms the address on your number)

Jyoti-…………….
Imran- “theek hai madam toh mai rakhta hu, kaam bahut hai, mai aapki rah dekhunga, bye” (ok madam, I’ll hang up now, I got lots of work, I’ll be waiting for you…. Bye)

Before Jyoti could say anything Imran disconnected the call, she was dumbfounded with this guy’s smoothness, he was rough but that also had a suaveness to it, it oozed confidence, just like her pussy was oozing juice now. She had only felt this way very few times in life; when her father introduced her to business tycoons or film stars who came to his house or office, and here she was feeling the same for this guy, who she didn’t even know. She kept waiting for his sms telling her the address of her place; she kept her phone with her and looked at it many times during the day. 

Even during dinner she kept checking her phone many time for his sms, her father told her many times not to sms while eating but little did he know his darling daughter had other plans. Disheartned she went to bed thinking that he might have forgotten and that her curiosity will end here, or she thought that why not again call him tomorrow and ask him for the address.
In the morning a pleasant sound woke her up, it was the sound of her message ringtone, she knew it in her heart that it was Imran, she checked her message and her sleepiness evaporated. 

The message read as follows;
“Xxxxxxx Hotel,
GB. Road,
Paharganj.
Madam plz come before 1pm”

Now Jyoti was a South Delhi girl, *South Delhi is the best and most posh locality of Delhi known for its expensive and decadent night clubs, and restaurants* she had no Idea about where this “Paharganj” place was *Paharganj is the locality of the New Delhi Railway Station, it’s a mix of lower middle and lower income semi-industrial areas with urban slums and people of disrepute. It’s the first place where most migrants into the city stumple into for lodging or employment. It’s also home to GB Road, the only surviving red light district of Delhi.* She thought to herself where is this place, but then she looked at the clock it was already 9am! She didn’t have any time to waste, now imagine this a girl who would give guys a time for a date and be hours late or not show up at all was rushing herself for this low class unknown man, such was his mastery over women.

 She went downstairs and after brushing her teeth, she took a long shower with warm water and expensive soaps and shampoos. She also shaved off all her leg and pubic hair as was her routing every 3dys giving her body a milky shine. It was like a gift she was readying for this unknown man. After the bath she was having breakfast and called Murad, her driver/ bodyguard into the dining room. Murad showed up in his uniform and she handed him the mobile and told him.

Jyoti- “yeh address pehchante ho?” (do you recognize this address?)
Murad- *he read 2-3 lines of it in his mind and became dumb founded* this was Imran’s address!!! Than he remembered what Imran had told him a week ago, to not worry and give him time to sort this out.
Jyoti- “kya hua? Jante ho kya” (what happened? Do you know or not?)
Murad- *he was shaken to his senses and replied* “ji madam janta hu” (yes madam I know)

Jyoti- “area kaisa hai? Mere ek friend ne bulaya hai, uska birthday party hai” (how’s the area? One of my friends has called me for his birthday party)