"Show me some mobile phones," said the well know prostitute Sonia, attired in a semi-transparent sari and blouse. The black bra could easily be seen through her white blouse and the sari was just an inch short from the little window between her two legs. She might have shaved recently, otherwise curly bush would have popped out there.
"Price range?" asked the peddler.
"Whatever suits me," blurted she.
This place was called "Sunday Bazaar" which mushroomed with western countries' electronic garbage and smuggled items brought back from China. Peddlers sat on both side of the pavement spreading out their rugs. Other piles were visible, from old and discoloured bras and panties, to outdated electronics.
"Take a look at this model." He, with his constant effort, found something looking much like a vibrator.
"What the hell are you showing me?" shouted she.
"Ma'am, it's mobile. It was delivered yesterday. Totally new piece," he explained before cleaning the dust from it.
"Bastard, liar, showing me this mean thing and calling it mobile," she announced with disgust just before her heavy hand smacked across the shopkeeper's face. She was trembling like she had been one man tried to rape her. "Have you a sister and mother at home? Give it to them, they'll use it."
"Ma'am, be calm," he suggested, patting his red face with prints of her four fingers without showing any fury towards his customer's behaviour. The sentence "Customer is our God" read in many shops in India, and he might have proved it.
He continued, "It's really mobile. See here, it's the place to insert a sim card."
He opened it from the middle and this vibrator-like mobile parted in two.
"Wow!!! Why don't you tell me earlier," she said, surprised, fetching it violently from him.
She observed rounded keys on it but no screen.
"This model had no screen available."
"NO problem, how much?"
"Only five hundred," he spoke carelessly, like he was going to give it away for free.
"Two fifty is reasonable. You know, I'll regularly visit here and will be your regular customer. Without wandering to others I'll come here," she spoke, rolling it over her palm.
"No, I can't. I won't get any profit." He stretched his hand out to get it back.
"Oh, my cunt!" she cried out and planted an intense kiss on his finger printed cheek.
"Ohhhh..." he murmured, stunned as she did.
