Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
This story is a loosely based sequel to my story 'Fine Time' from last year. I had no plans of ever writing a second part after it was finished. A reader who loved the story so much, sent me some ideas to carry the story on and this is the result. Many thanks to Coc-ninja for putting the idea in my head, I hope you enjoy this!
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Mumbai, India
The fresh scent of raspberry perfume filled the nostrils of those in the dressing room. A girl walked out after applying proper makeup to one of her co-stars on the set for the film. A director sat in his chair from across the set room while the cameras were prepared to roll with the sound of music. The set piece for today was to film something known as an 'item number' within the industry of Bollywood. On stage was a three piece stripper pole arranged with one in the middle and two from behind while the curtains remained ready for the starlets to come out in action.
"Action! Roll camera!"
When the call was made, the curtains flew open and out stepped three girls. In the middle was a British former glamour model, the one and only Lucy Pinder. She stomped her high heels forward to the rhythm of the song that began playing. Her body was dressed in a fancy outfit of black and red skimpy attire while her face had been properly decorated with the the Bindi dot on her forehead and an array of gold ear rings and bangles over her wrists. The buxom brunette moved to the dancing pole and wrapped her hand around it before swinging her hair. Lucy grits her teeth and begins to grind her hips in sync with the beat of the music playing.
Behind her, the other two girls grabbed their poles to follow the leader in the movement of their bodies. The beat of the music changed to a fast tempo right on time as Lucy wrapped both her hands around the pole and made a swing in a complete circle. Stepping back, she stomped her heel onto the floor and the camera zoomed in on her huge breasts that bounced from her action. Soon, the English beauty stepped forward from the pole and then dropped to her knees and began to crawl. The camera zoomed in on her face and the ample view of cleavage she offered while she gritted her teeth and gazed forward with her brown eyes.
Soon, the other girls came racing behind Lucy. Right on time for her to flip her body and lay on her back. This allowed the other two dances to grab her hands and pull her up to her feet. Lucy turned around to look into the camera one final time with a smug grin on her face while the other two dancers ran their hands up her body. The director across from the set held up his hand as a sign that the final call of the scene was finished.
"That's done, excellent work ladies! That will be all for today, we're about to close shop since it's late."
The voice echoed in a strong Indian accent. Lucy sighed in relief before retreating back behind the curtain to exit the set piece stage. From across the room stood a man with his arms crossed, star struck in the gaze of beauty that was of the British woman. Raj could not help himself, he had lusted over Lucy for months. Ever since she had arrived in Bollywood late last year to do a film, he couldn't escape the mesmerizing temptation that her beautiful body called out to him. He had flirted around with her over the past few weeks, though it seemed he had some competition with his brother Yasir who had also taken a liking towards her.
30 minutes later, she came walking out from the back dressing room. Lucy had re-dressed herself in the casual wear that she had come to the studio in: jeans and a button up shirt. She walked up to Jugal who was talking to one of the crew members. The director smiled at her and nodded.
"You did wonderful today, Lucy! You've really got the dance down, this is going in the film. I couldn't be happier with it."
"Thank you! I have been working on it everyday!"
"I can tell you have! See you in a few days back on set to finish shooting, you have a good evening!"
She smiled at him before turning to walk away. It was time for her to head back to her hotel and enjoy a nice evening, at least she thought. Upon grabbing her bag and walking towards the exit of the studio, a man was standing next to the door with a big smile on his face. A smile brushed over his cute face, Lucy smirked and greeted him.
"Hello there Yasir, what are you doing still here?"
"Well, i just thought you might like some company after today."
The man smiled big at her. She looked over his Indian face, cute with the slicked back dark hair and a small mustache. Lucy nodded at him before replying in her thick British accent.
"Yeah sure, but you gotta give me an hour or two to relax back at the hotel."
"Very well, I'll call you around 7."
"Make it a plan!"
As she walked out the door, Yasir stood there and watched her figure fade out into the dim sunlight coming from the evening hours. Raj approached him with his hands in his pockets as he looked over at his brother who simply looked back and nodded without speaking a word. They knew of each other's lust for this beautiful woman and soon she would learn about too, later in the night.
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Back at the hotel, Lucy prepared herself for this date with Yasir. She couldn't deny that she had enjoyed the time she spent with him in the previous weeks. This was her second trip out to Bollywood for the year after a fine time she spent in Ibiza with a friend whom had connections in the Indian film industry managed to hook her up with a director that needed a fresh face. That small film work was a success and now Lucy was shooting her second Bollywood film where she specifically was enrolled on the set as an 'item girl' for a number of scenes that involved dancing to music.
Jugal Negi was the new director who had employed her onto a film set. His sons Yasir and Raj had been born into the business and raised up to become actors. Raj was the older one pushing towards 39 years old, while Yasir was the slightly younger one who had just turned 35. Both of them had become hunks in the Bollywood industry, thanks to their muscular bodies and certain lead roles in romance films that had elevated their star status. Of course, it helped that their father Jugal Negi was an older director with much cherished history under his belt in the business.
After a nice shower, Lucy dressed herself up in a simple black shirt and matching dark pants. Knowing that her breasts were her most powerful part of her body, she made sure to pick the best piece she had with straps over the shoulders to give a blinding view of her glorious tits. She fixed her face up in the casual makeup with heavy eye liner and some light pink lipstick. It was the best look she could go for, without using any of the Indian clothing and fashion that had been gifted to her from working in Bollywood. Lucy wanted to go for her casual, natural look for good measure.
The cellphone began to ring on the bed, Lucy walked in and grabbed it to answer. She knew it had to be Yasir ahead of time before she heard his voice greeting her.
"Oh, hey! I'm almost ready, just getting my heels on right now."
"I'm on my way, should be there soon."
"Great, where exactly are we going this time?"
Yasir chuckled hearing her question. Tonight was a surprise night that he had been waiting to do for a long time.
"It's about time I showed off my mansion to you, you're gonna love it."
