A friend in need

Lalitha was alien to the laughter around him. The call he had just attended was like a ghost from the past, a ghost he thought had gone forever. He had been from a colleague of his first place of work. Five years ago, almost in another life, Lalitha had borrowed Rs 20000. I promised to pay her in a month, but I couldn't. The colleague had been good enough not to push her to pay the money immediately and the debt had remained. A few months later the girl's marriage quickly arranged for a man who worked in the United Kingdom. The girl quit her job and was caught in the middle of the crazy rush that usually accompanies an Indian wedding. In the middle of that I had called Lalitha and given her her account number. He had been casual and told to deposit the money into the account when he had it. A week later the lady had left India with her husband. Lalitha had, at the time, really had the intention of returning the lady. But she kept leaving it until she had forgotten. From time to time it would come out in his memory and then disappear for a long time.

But today the terrible call had come. The lady was in India on vacation and angry. She seemed more angry that Lalitha had lost contact with her and everything but accused her of trying to take her money. Then he outlined the problem that had happened to track it and then gave it up the next afternoon to pay it with the interest accumulated in the last five years. She threatened to file a police complaint if the money was not in her account by the following evening.

Lalitha felt that the cold sweat broke into the back of the back of the neck while he wondered what he would do. Your husband had no idea of debt and if he ever knew it would mean another struggle for his habit of asking people for money.

She went to the bar and ordered a cup of hot coffee while her mind passed over the possibilities. Before she finished the coffee she had decided, she would approach Vinod, her husband's best friend. On more than one occasion when they had their back on the wall, Vinod had helped them. Even at this time they owed him a good sum of money. She was sure she would have the money, help her out and keep her from her husband. He took his cell phone and called the Vinod number.

"I need to meet you," he said after the usual pleasantries.

"Sure, I'll go at night," he offered.

"No. We have to meet without Girish knowing. I'll explain when I see you. "

There was a break before Vinod continued.

"Lalitha, is everything okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"It's not. But I can't talk now. But I need to meet you."

"Okay. Calm down. Tell me where you are, I'll pick you up."

She told her spring name where her company had brought them to celebrate the release of a new product. He promised to finish in the hour. After cutting the call he felt his muscles relaxed. Wine would help her and this problem would happen.

I waited impatiently for it to come. His eyes were constantly at the entrance of the hall. Five minutes from the hour he saw his tall family figure delineated at the entrance. His dark eyes scanned the crowd.

He got up and greeted. His face lit with a bright smile that drove away his clouds.

"Hello," he said when he approached him. "Thank you so much for taking the problem."

"No sweat. But what is all this about?"

"I'll tell you in the car. "

Soon they both went down the road to the city.

"Okay, I'm dying of suspense here," he said after he settled down.

"I need your help. But Girish should never know. Never!

"But Lalitha..."

"Please, I don't have to go. You are my only hope out of this."

"But why?"

"I need money today."

The pause was longer than I wanted, and for a moment I thought I was going to say I didn't have it.

"Why shouldn't Girish know?"

"It's an old debt, from before my marriage..." She proceeded to tell her the whole story.

"So why can't you tell him? It's not like you took the money after marriage. It was before he made the rule that you shouldn't ask people for money."

"It's more complicated than that, since you're not married, you wouldn't understand," he said.

He kept quiet for a while. Lalitha felt that old fear begins to overcome it again. If Vinod refused, he was in the cold.

He looked at his parking lot while Vinod's car entered the building. Your husband wasn't home.

They went up to the elevator in silence. Vinod went straight to her door that was next to her and opened the door that entered her apartment, leaving the door open behind him. He read it as an indication that he was going to follow it.

"Coffee?" he asked.

"I will," he offered. He loved his coffee and accepted his offer.

While making the coffee, I could hear it in the bedroom. He wondered where he was going. He certainly didn't seem to help her. When he got the coffee out of his room.

"How are you going to pay me?" he asked after taking his first sip.

Lalitha felt her hopes were coming back again.

"I'll find a trip, I promise."

He shook his head slowly.

"Lalitha, you know as well as me that you can return me without Girish knowing about it."

His voice was kind and gentle.

I promise I'll pay you.

"What if I give you another option?"

"What choice?"

"I'll give you the money, but you can give me more than money."

"What do you mean?"

He took a long sip of his cup and a few deep drags in his cigarette.

"You"

I was hoping it would continue. It took him a moment to realize that the sentence was complete.

"What do you mean?" he asked, almost knowing perfectly what the answer would be.

"You Lalitha, I'll give you $20,000 in exchange for you."

"Please tell me you don't mean what I think you mean."

"You're thinking well. I mean I want your body like my toy. "

"Are you crazy? If Girish ever gets to know about this..."

"It won't. At least I won't tell him. And I don't think you want to tell him either. I'd take your debt out of the closet. "

"No, please don't."

"Lalitha, you're a beautiful woman," she said as she got up from her couch and sat beside her. His palm hit his face and combed a hair lock that fell on his face.

She wanted to get away from him, but fear kept her in place - the fear that if she didn't handle this properly she was in deep trouble the next night.

"What would this deal imply?"

"Everything," he replied casually. "Your body will be mine for sexual gratification."

"It's too risky," he said.

"Leave me that. I assure you I will not hurt us. Girish will never know we're having sex. All you need to do is decide whether you're taking the offer or not."

His mind ran over while evaluating his situation. Almost from the moment he started, he knew it was useless.

"When can I have the money?"

"When we do the photo shoot," he said.

"What photo shoot?" he asked with surprise.

"Nude images of you," he informed. "These I will keep with my lawyer with instructions that if anything happens to me, Girish will show those photos."

"Don't you trust me?" he asked, although the idea of getting away from him after she had the money happened to him.

"No," he replied simply.

"I can't accept this arrangement," he finally said.

"Well," he said. "You brought it, I told you my terms. If you don't like them, they're welcome to reject me."

She got up and left her apartment without a word and went next to her. Once inside the door, he felt his knees were passing through and fell to the ground. She was shaking both fear and anger. She felt that she had been carried away by dirt, felt immunized. She felt the need for a hot bath and picking herself up she went into her bedroom. He took his clothes off until he was standing in his clothes. As he turned to go to the bathroom, he took his reflection in the mirror. He stopped and studied. At 5" he was not tall, but his body was well maintained and proportional to his height. His hair fell into waves on his shoulder. His 34D breasts were firm on his bra. She came behind her and unchained the closure and dropped to the ground. His breasts kept their shape even without the bra's support. His body approached his waist before sexually exiting his hips. She hooked her thumbs on her panty belt and threw them down. The thick pubic hair patch was all you could see, underneath it put one of the ants more easily excitable. His hips narrowed along his thighs and ended at his feet.

I had to agree that any man would want it. He wondered what it would be like with Vinod.

Would she be as tender as her husband? Could it last more than fifteen minutes than the maximum Girish had hit her? Was it bigger than Girish?

He got caught and snitched about thinking about the creek.

At the table he was wearing his phone diary. He sat on the stool and picked it up. He went through every page wondering who could ask for help. By the time she got to the last sheet I knew she was beaten.

He probably took his cell phone and called Vinod.

"Please help me," he cried on the phone, his tears flowed freely now.

"You know what you have to do," he said calmly.

"Now I'm naked," he whispered on the phone. "Come and take your pictures."

"I'll be right there," she said, and the line was cut.

In moments his front door bell rang. He picked up a towel to cover and then decided against. He walked naked at the door, after looking through the peephole to make sure it was him and that he was alone opened the door. He came fast and closed the door behind him. She stepped back and let her have a good view of her nakedness. She got uncomfortable while her eyes were walking through her body. Her mind returned to many cases when she had caught him looking out, but she had fired them, never really imagining what she was really thinking.

"Kneel down," he said. His voice was both firm and disconcerting.

"Why?"

"Just do it," he said with a touch of impatience.

He got on his knees.

"Now keep your hands in front of you shaken like you're offering me," he instructed.

He appeared to look at him and held his arms wide.

"Smile, I want you to seduce me in that smile. "

"Not really..."

Do it.

He looked down and figured he wanted to give him his body. He imagined his need and desire and then looked at the camera and smiled a full, rich and warm smile. He split frames after his supplication.

"Okay, you can get up," he said.

She quickly came to her feet, ashamed and angry at what she was doing.

"I'll put on clothes," he said, thinking it was over.

"Wait we haven't finished," he said.

"What else do you want?" he asked.

"A lot more, but for today only a few more. Remember Girish's basketball shirt? Put that on and a pair of shorts. Not under the clothes. Put some makeup light too. "

"This is too much."

"You think? Then you're for a surprise while we're on. Now don't waste time, go on. "

She got away from him and how she felt her eyes burning her skin. He opened Girish's locker room and pulled out his shirt and then a couple of shorts from his. He put them and sat in front of the mirror. He ran the brush through his hair softening the way he liked it. She recalled that she had always commented well when her hair was combed that way.

Thought made her stop. He was surprised how easy he had gotten to want to please him. Then he thought about the money and decided to play. He made sure his hair was exactly the same as he liked. He brushed a dust on his face and touched his lipstick. When he liked what he saw, he got up and went out.

"You look great," he said with a real appreciation.

"Be at the door of your room. Stand by the door, arm over you, a folded leg," he directed.

He did what he asked, and he realized that his left chest would be exposed. He started covering it.

"No, no" he instructed him.

He clicked on some photos of her standing there. Then he said, "Come sit on the couch."

She went into the living room and sat on the couch she had pointed out as well.

"Step your legs, pull your pants aside and play with yourself."

"Are you crazy?"

"I am most definitely," he said with a smile.

I knew he was useless and he spread his legs for him. She pulled her shorts off her pussy and spread her lips, while he kept clicking. She found her clitoris and started playing with him. She felt strangely sexy as she looked at her and was excited about the whole thing. Soon I wasn't acting and really enjoying. He did not realize that his camera had entered video mode and was recording it masturbating. She came hard and eventually found herself tired and wanted to be fucked. He got caught waiting for her to fuck her.

"Come here and kneel in front of me," he instructed.

As he walked to him, he fumbled with his zipper and produced his hard penis.

I didn't need them to tell him what he was going to do. He kept his penis at the base and addressed it to his mouth. He started sucking him aware that he clicked. With his free hand he hit the balls and softly loved them. He thought he was near ejaculation and wanted to finish it.

"I'm sleeping," he said.

"Hmmm," he recognized.

"Take me in your mouth and I want to see the sperm in your tongue. Understood?"

He tried to get away, but he grabbed his hair and kept it in place.

"Don't stop now or all bets are off," he said through tight teeth.

I wanted to protest but decided it wasn't the best time. She felt tight and held her tongue while pumping her axis. She spooked a little on her face and then the second load fell on her tongue. He pumped it until he had nothing else to give. She heard him clicking, holding her with her whore.

"Now take it," he said.

She shook her head.

"Do it or you're history, I promise."

He closed his eyes and let the sperm slide down his throat. He started looking and caught everything.

"Now keep your mouth open and smile like a satisfied cat."

She did what they told her.

"Good girl," he said at last. "Give me 10 minutes while I'm sending these photos to my lawyer, and transfer the money to your account. When I get back, I want you in your wedding sare in your double bed. Clear?"

"My bridal sare?"

"Yes in your wedding sare. I've always dreamed of Girish's wife. Without that label you are useless to me."

I was surprised and defeated. I wanted to cry but I didn't want you to have that pleasure.

"Don't transfer it to my account. I'll give you the details of my friend's account. "

He opened his bag and passed the paper.

He took it and left.

It was when he fell to the ground and shouted. As he wept his fingers to his pussy and began to finger, "Vinod. Vinod. Vinod", complained while he had another orgasm.