[Note: No sex in this story. ]
[Part 3]
Kajal went away and came back in 10 minutes with Katrina. Both of them were carrying about 20 pieces of clothing each. Pooja lay in bed while they showed her those. Finally, with all three agreeing, Pooja chose a tiny, white cropped tank top with little pink hearts printed on it, and a loose pink miniskirt with white hearts printed on it. Katrina and Kajal helped her change.
"Cute, comfortable and with lots of access." Kajal said approvingly as she looked at Pooja.
"Um...speaking of access...should I take my panties off?" Pooja asked turning red as she asked the question.
"Of course." Katrina said "You want to impress Sir, right?"
"Well it depends on her, Kat." Kajal said.
"Come on, Kajal, she wants to his whore. It's written all over her face." Katrina said.
Pooja blushed "Is it that obvious?"
"Kajal can't see it but I can." Katrina grinned.
"Well, I could see it, but I was being polite." Kajal said and stuck her tongue out at Katrina. Katrina just laughed.
They tried to help Pooja get the panties off over the cast, but they got stuck. Katrina found a pair of scissors and they cut them off.
When Romeo walked in a little later, Pooja was dressed and ready with make-up properly applied by Kajal and her own brand of perfume found by Katrina from the wardrobe room. Kajal followed Romeo in and waited two steps away.
Romeo sat by Pooja's bed and asked "How are you feeling, darling?"
"I am fine, Sir. Thank you. May I...may I greet you properly, Sir?" Pooja asked.
"Can you?" Romeo knew what she meant.
"Um...if you sit on my bed, I can, Sir." Pooja suggested.
"Okay." Romeo got up off the chair and sat down on the edge of her bed. He bent over her and Pooja leaned in to kiss him. She had a sense of unreality as she pressed her eager lips on his lips and kissed him fully, trying to show her submission in her kiss. She parted her lips so he could suck her lips or explore her mouth with his tongue. When she felt his tongue slip into her mouth, she massaged it with her own and tried to press closer to his mouth, giving him full access.
Romeo held her in his arms and Pooja responded by wrapping her arms around his body and pressing herself against him. She was not wearing a bra under the thin tank top and her young, firm breasts were flattened on his chest. She tilted her head and opened her lips more, inviting his tongue to explore her deeper. Romeo placed his hand at the curve of her neck and gently caressed her soft cheek with his thumb as the kiss continued hot and wet. His tongue was exploring her mouth, massaging her tongue back and forth, effectively fucking her mouth as he pressed her close to him.
Pooja wanted the kiss to go on forever. She sucked Romeo's lips and slipped her tongue tentatively in his mouth. It met Romeo's tongue and they danced a lustful dance that grew more passionate and breathless with each passing moment. Pooja's hands were moving up and down on his back as she crushed her young, delicate body against his manly frame. She really wanted him to just crush her body under him right there on the bed and claim her as his bitch...
"Thank you, Sir." Pooja said a little breathlessly when they finally broke the kiss.
"My pleasure, doll."
As Romeo started to get up to go and sit on the chair again, Pooja impulsively grabbed his wrist.
When he looked at her, she said "Please stay here, Sir."
He nodded and stayed sitting next to her on the bed. Pooja boldly let her hand rest on his thigh and caressed very slightly. His hand was resting lightly on her bare stomach, just above the waistline of her skirt. Pooja was loving the intimate closeness and wished he would take advantage of her more.
"Did you sleep well, pet?" Romeo asked "Is the foot hurting?"
"It is a little bit, Sir. Painkillers are helping."
Romeo said "Hmm. It should get better in a day or two, though it might take a week or two to fully heal. That's what the doctor said."
"Sir, I can't even begin to thank you for everything you have done. You saved my life..."
Pooja stopped as Romeo raised a palm.
"Let's not make it too dramatic. You were falling, I caught you. You were going to be alone at home, so I brought you here. That's all there is to it." Romeo said.
"You are so sweet, Sir." Pooja smiled.
"Now, that part is true." Romeo grinned "But, let's talk about important things. I told Kajal to text your parents last night about your condition so they would not worry when they saw the news. At some point though, you should call them."
"I will, Sir. Thank you for thinking of my parents. How did you get the number? I don't even know where my phone is."
"Your phone was at the hotel. Kajal went and got it last night."
"Oh, thank goodness! I thought I had lost it. Thank you, Kajal."
Kajal smiled and nodded at her.
"Second important thing." Romeo continued "There are a lot of calls coming, both on your phone and here at the house, to ask about you. Mostly media. So, I have arranged for a little press conference this afternoon. You can answer all their questions in one place. Later you can give an exclusive interview to any one reporter that you like, but that won't be today."
"Do I have to, Sir?" Pooja pouted.
"Are you stupid? Girl, you are an actress. People do crazy shit to get publicity in this town! You have got a genuine, readymade reason. Cash it in." Romeo told her.
"Okay, Sir. I will do whatever you say." Pooja said, then decided to take a chance "Sir, may I work with you today? Maybe if I can help you in anything?"
Romeo shook his head "Absolutely not. We will see how you sleep tonight then tomorrow I may let you sit up and join us in the living room or the office. Today you are only going to sleep and take complete rest. The press conference will be your only active movement today. Nothing else."
"Yes, Sir." Pooja said, a little disappointed, then thought of something else "Maybe, Sir, I can thank you, you know, properly..."
With a smile, Romeo said "That also not today, but it's a good thought."
Pooja wanted to have another kiss before Romeo went but he only kissed her briefly and told her to rest. Then he went out.
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"What should I wear?" Pooja asked.
"I don't know. Anything you like, I suppose." Kajal said. She looked at Aishwarya who shrugged. They were all in Pooja's room preparing for the press conference.
"You will be there, right?" Pooja said.
Kajal nodded "Yes, you, me, Sir, Aish and Kareena. Maybe a couple more girls but these I know from Sir."
"So, what will you wear?" Pooja asked.
"Oh, it's easy for me. We usually follow Sir's dress code and ask for his approval when we are dressed."
"Sounds so much easier. Can I do the same?" Pooja looked at both Kajal and Aishwarya.
"Well, we are his whores." Aishwarya said "We have to dress as he likes. You can wear whatever you like."
Pooja blushed "Umm...I...I would like to be his whore. I mean, I don't want to presume. He doesn't own just anybody, but I would like to earn my place in his stable."
"I can understand that. But it won't be easy." Aishwarya warned.
"May I ask how you became his whore?"
"For me it was very simple. He was the main judge in the Miss India contest when I and Sush were competing. She and I both went to his hotel room and let him drill us for a whole weekend. Actually, we became very fond of his cock and spent as much time under him as possible. Then after the contest we both became his personal whores. There was no question, in fact, we both wanted it and he allowed us in."
"So, it was easy for you then."
"No, I would not say easy, but simple. He did use us ruthlessly, and tested us thoroughly before adding us to his stable."
"I have heard he's very big and it hurts." Pooja voiced her curiosity "Is that just a rumour?"
