Nitu was dismal. It had been 3 weeks now. 3 weeks and 2 days. After the first and last time fucking her in his shop, Raj had completely ignored her. He had even sent her sleeveless suit to her house by messenger.
She had called him at the shop so many times, but either there was no answer or if he picked up he said he was busy. Every night she lay in bed twisting and turning, yearning the touch of those hands again. The memory of that degrading fucking made her pussy wet whenever she thought about it. And she thought about it a lot. The result was that she was constantly turned on these days. She looked at guys differently. In malls, in office, even at home with the hired help, when she looked a guy she thought if he could use her like a slut! Then she felt ashamed of herself.
Last week she had finally broken down and gone to the tailor shop without an appointment. Raj had looked out and asked her what she wanted. She had blurted out, "I want you to fuck me like a slut." And he had simply replied, "I am a little busy at the moment, can you come back later? I will call you." She had never felt so humiliated in her life.
But even at that moment, the prime emotion in her mind was disappointment. She went back to her car with her head bowed with shame and suddenly realized that she was completely soaked in her panties! God! What had he done to her! She had never craved for a guy like that before! Men lusted after her body, she was the one to tease and laugh. This guy was driving her crazy and by doing nothing!! Nothing at all!!! He was simply ignoring her!
A week had passed since he said, "I will call you!" but he had not. She, on the other hand, had called him the next day itself but with no result. She had almost lost hope, but still her pussy tingled only at the thought of his hands and his cock. She had begun to think if she should try some of the horny men at the club but she had little hope there.
There were a lot of men in the club and all of them drooled after her firm, sexy ass in those tight, short clothes she wore but none of them looked like they could handle a slut in the body of a respectable lady! And that was her problem.
Men did ask to dance with her and she did. And yes, they all wanted to fuck her, their hands groped her sexy body at the first opportunity but she felt like she was trying the amateurs after being handled by the best and the most expert already. Any time a man tried to touch her in a non-gentlemanly way she would look hard at him, giving him her lady-offended look and he would wilt. He would move his hands to a more respectable position and apologize.
She seethed internally when this happened. These were not men, they were sheep! Sheep pretending to be wolf! Raj had never given her a chance to give him that look. She was sure he could handle her looks and more.
The big party was less than a week away and she had lost hope of getting that ultra-sexy minidress from Raj in time. She was just putting her purse down on the drawing room table, thinking all these thoughts when the phone rang. She walked to the bar and picked up the phone on the wooden counter.
Her heart jumped in her chest when she heard Raj's voice. She heard his next words in a state of dreaminess, he wanted her to come over today, this evening, for the first fitting of her dress! He was asking her if she had time to come now. She said yes. He said to come in a couple of hours and hung up.
Nitu put down the receiver and realized that her body was tingling, from head to toe. But then another train of thought rolled into her mind. He had sounded very businesslike on the phone. He didn't ask after her or behave at all like he knew her other than as a client. And all his remarks were related to the work only. Did he want to call her just for the dress? Hmmm, she would make sure it's not just business.
She picked up her purse and started climbing the stairs towards her bedroom with the intention of picking the hottest, sluttiest dress she could. And these days she had the sluttiest the malls had to offer.
After much deliberation, she chose a pure white minidress that was made in a "toga" style. There was a pair of straps that tied behind her neck, then these straps widened coming down towards her boobs so they barely, just about, covered her big, firm tits with a single layer of fabric. Even now, her nipples were hard and they could be seen poking through the white fabric. When the straps moved lower on her belly, they were scrunched so they left her belly fully bare, her belly button was on display. The straps widened in a fan style, as they joined the skirt part of her dress. The skirt part was not tight but not flaring a lot, which was good as it ended just an inch below her ass.
Her back was fully bare, not even a single strap or string on it, right up to the point where her ass crack was about to start. There was no possibility of a bra in this slutty dress, and she had no intention of wearing panties.
She put on 6" high stiletto heels that accentuated her ass in that short dress in a really erotic way. The heels had fake-diamond stones on the instep, glittering in real Hollywood style. As she bent over to strap up the heels on her calves she looked behind her in the mirror, yes, her ass and even her pussy could be seen from behind if she bent. Lovely!
She chose hanging, diamond earrings and made her hair in such a way that on the left side her locks were contained by her ear but on the right side it covered her cheek. She sprayed her expensive, Paris original perfume, under her arms, under her breasts, and some on her thighs, very close to her pussy.
She took a long look at the finished product in the mirror. Her body was so much on display. She looked like a slut, but a classy slut. She was so aroused by now, her pussy was more than moist. But she didn't want to play with it. She wanted his hands on her, his fingers in her pussy...! "Oh God! I must stop thinking or I'll cum before I get to the car!"
She took a woolen, open-weave shawl to wrap around her and it increased her sexual look, if anything.
It was only a 15 minute drive but her body was on fire, and only got hotter as she got closer to her destination.
She walked to his shop with a loudly beating heart, though she kept her stride even and sexy, her tight ass swaying as she entered.
Even before the jingle of the overhead bells died, she heard Raj's voice from the inner room, "Come on in."
She took off her shawl, put it on the back of a chair. And she walked into the inner room.
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Raj was sitting in a chair in the corner, with his measurements notebook on the shelf, making some notations.
"Hi Raj!" Nitu tried to keep her voice normal and sexy. And it did sound sweet and melodious to Raj. He turned to look at her.
He smiled and said, "Can you close that door?", nodding towards the small door she had entered through.
Her heart skipped a beat as she turned to close the door. Last time he had not closed the door. What's he planning?
