Rohini: Abs Coin Test

Casting agent Mira Siddiqui sat in a fancy chaise lounge area in the VIP section of the Mumbai Airport. She was a photographer in search of new and interesting subjects to shoot. She particularly admired the feminine form, often photographing dancers, cheerleaders, and contortionists. She was now looking for someone new.

Mira was related distantly to Anita Siddiqui, batchmate and hostel roommate to Rohini Seth.

At a little over 18, Rohini by far had the fittest body Anita had ever seen. Broad, manly shoulders, thick muscled arms, a nice v-taper to her waist, and of course a gorgeous set of chiseled stone-like eight pack abs. Her body was feminine yet strong...fiercely strong. Years of physical labor at her village household and the torturous toil that her abusive parents had put her through all her life, had shaped her body and musculature over the years.

Rohini was nervous about meeting Mira Siddiqui... would she make it? She had only 40 minutes... could she manage to impress Mira? She was dressed in a bright yellow cheap sleeveless dress that she'd likely purchased from the gas station sale. Due to nervousness, there were two blotches of sweat under her arms that had turned the fabric under her armpits a deep ochre.

Anita: "Relax, you will do fine."

Rohini: "I hope so... if she gives me an opportunity, it will do wonders for my CV."

Anita: "Don't worry, you are incredibly fit... I mean look at you... look at these muscles, you are ripped like a she-horse. Don't be nervous and for god's sake, make your armpits stop sweating."

As soon as the clock struck 12 it was time. Anita and Rohini walked inside the VIP room. Heavenly aromas of bakeries and lasagna hit Rohini's nostrils and instantly made her salivate. She realized she was famished, having skipped her post workout meal in a hurry.

Anita waved to her aunt, who sternly waved back, while talking to somebody on the phone. During the time Mira took to wrap up her conversation, Anita took a look at Rohini. Indeed, her body was out of this world, but she should have definitely dressed better... this cheap dress was stained with armpit sweat. Also, her face was not conventionally pretty. In fact, with flaring nostrils and a horsy smile, she looked quite annoying. If it wasn't for her shredded, ripped muscles, Rohini Seth would truly be a forgettable young woman.

Finally, Mira wrapped up her conversation.

Mira: "Hello, Anita. Sit down. And you... you must be that fitness chick that Anita told me about."

Rohini: "That's right ma'am... I'm a trained gymnast and.."

Mira: "I know...I have read your resume.... I don't care where you got those muscles of yours from, but surely, I'd like to see more of it."

Anita interjected.

Anita: "We took a few photos of her in the morning in my phone, take a look."

Mira put on her eyeglasses, and took the phone that Anita had handed her. As she looked at the photos of this Rohini Seth in her niece's cellphone, Mira felt a certain warmth stirring in her loins.

Mira: "Are these photoshopped?"

Mira zoomed in on one picture of Rohini flexing her eight pack abs.

Rohini: "No ma'am, nothing's photoshopped. These are all real."

The sweat in Rohini's armpit was now trickling down her elbows, also further staining the outfit. Also, she began to give off a pungent onion-y nervous odor.

Anita: "Rohini's abs are one hundred percent real, auntie. Rohini, go on show aunty."

Rohini instantly stood up. Even without her lifting her dress up, one could make the ridges of her 8 packs through the fabric. Yet, Rohini proceeded to peel the fabric up to reveal a set of neatly stacked abdominal biscuits.

Mmm, this girl is shredded, Mira thought to herself. Her wetness increased, as she involuntarily reached for them, feeling them and then proceeded to give it a punch. Then a harder punch.

A few heads turned as others around looked awkwardly at this middle aged woman, punching the abdomen of what looked to be a fitness girl.

Anita watched as Mira kept punching her in the abs...Rohini was taking them all even though it was starting to get a little painful. Mira stopped suddenly. Her eyes scanned the table, and she found a pencil.

Mira: "Let's have some fun with those abs of yours."

Rohini: "What did you have in mind, ma'am?"

Mira reached for a coin from her purse and held it up.

Mira: "In my life as a photographer I have had the opportunity to photograph a lot of beautiful bodies. And as a result, I have seen some of the best abs on this planet. But yours just seem to be out of this world. Perfect definition, perfect hickness, and oh... that little vein on the first one... Anyway, none of those abs could pass the coin test."

Anita: "The coin test?"

Rohini: "Coin test?"

Mira (smiling): "Lets place this coin in the ridges of your abs. And then let it stick. If you drop the coin, you lose... the coin must not fall."

Anita: "That's.... intense."

Anita looked down at her own plump belly and wondered just how many sit ups did she have to do to get an abdomen that could squeeze the tip of a coin and hold it there.

She wondered if Rohini had been doing sit ups all her life, every waking hour.

Rohini: "I am excited, let me try."

Mira placed the coin in between the top two packs of her abs and Rohini flexed hard till her abdomen formed a grip on the coin. Mira then removed her hand and both she and Anita watched in awe as the coin didn't budge!

Rohini was holding the coin with her abs. But it was taking a lot of her, though, having to continuously flex.

Mira's phone rang at that instant.

Mira: "Excellent! Hold it there now till I'm done with the phone call."

As Mira talked on and on to the caller about some inane gossip, sweat dripped down Rohini's neck, onto her chest, through her boobs and down the ridges of her abs. Before long the coin stuck in between her abs was also soaked with her sweat.

Finally after 5 minutes, Mira hung up.

And Rohini unflexed, as the coin dropped. She was exhausted, every vein in her shredded body throbbing, her chocolate dark skin gleaming with sweat.

Mira: "Jesus, get a towel... you're dripping with sweat. But I must say I am impressed. Let's take you on, Rohini! You have a job! I will work with you on Monday."

Rohini: "Thank you so much ma'am.. you have no idea what this means to me."

Mira: "Yeah, yeah, whatever... call me on Monday. Now scram both of you I am late for my flight."

On the way back, Anita had grabbed a burrito and was munching away to her glory. Rohini was desperately hungry and was craving a bite, but Anita strictly said no.

Anita: "You still owe me 5000 from last time, Ro. And besides, I just got you a job. it's your turn to treat me. Also, I don't think you should have carbs before your shoot. You must maintain this shredded look."

Rohini's stomach rumbled like a chainsaw all the way back home.

Rohini: "Anita, I am starving."

Anita: "Too bad... Ahahaha! you look so funny when you're hungry."

Rohini's stomach rumbled fiercely.

Anita: "Mmm... my goodness your stomach sounds like a jungle. Lift up your shirt let me see those hungry abs."

Rohini obliged, and Anita ran her fingers through her veiny eight pack, soaked with sweat. Her own fingers were slick with the sweat from Rohini's abdomen.

Anita: "So... hard. So wet from the sweat. Looks like the coin test really worked them over a lot...they look even more pumped than before."

And Anita finished the last of her burrito. At that, Rohini's stomach gave out another sad cry of hunger.

Anita: "Awww, looks like the fitness freak is going to go hungry today."