The craft was a last minute replacement, and though the stranded passengers heaved a sigh of relief when the news was announced, after having had to bear the murky waiting lounge at the dark airport, she was furious.
That meant another day of shooting gone to the dogs. Another round of curses from the producer and whining from the director.
The original departure had been at 1530 hrs. The replacement 707 took off from Delhi at 2030 hrs. That meant she would reach home somewhere at 11 in the night.
She had used her cell and instructed the driver to stay put at the Mumbai airport till she would tell him otherwise.
She curtly refused the coffee offered by the airhostess and settled back in the uncomfortable seat of the IA flight, picking up the newspaper stuffed inside the pouch of the seat ahead of her.
Probably a newspaper left behind by the passenger who had occupied her seat during the previous flight.
She idly shuffled the papers and then, her eyes lit up when she came across a clip. It was a brief write up about Christina Aguilera, the Dirrty pop sensation. While a picture at the left showed the pop star posing with a light blue cap, the one at the bottom right showed her from her bust upward, apparently standing up, her hands tied to a large ring above.
She read the article, more out of curiosity than interest.
‘ SO WHAT IS IT THAT MAKES A WOMAN HAPPY? PERHAPS DIAMONDS OR BETTER STILL TO BE HANDCUFFED FOR LOVE. OR SO IT SEEMS FOR CHRISTINA AGUILERA. "IF A LOVER WANTS TO EXPERIMENT WITH HANDCUFFS, THEN THAT'S FAIR ENOUGH FOR ME!" DECLARED THE 23-YEAR-OLD CHART PRINCESS IN HER RAUNCHIEST INTERVIEW EVER. "WHAT'S THE POINT OF HOLDING BACK THAT SIDE OF YOUR PERSONALITY IF IT'S HORNY AND TURNS YOU BOTH ON?" FOR THE RECORD, THE DARLING CHRISTINA WHOSE STEAMY HITS INCLUDE WHAT A GIRL WANTS, STRIPPED AND CAN'T HOLD US DOWN ALSO SAID, "I'M NOT ASHAMED OF MY BODY OR MY NEEDS IN THE BEDROOM. I'M A RED-BLOODED WOMAN WHO DOESN'T FEEL GUILTY ABOUT MAKING LOVE. AND IT'S ONLY HUMAN NATURE TO FULFILL THAT NEEDS EVERYDAY IF YOU CAN.
SOMETIMES, I WANT GENTLE, TENDER LOVE-MAKING, OTHER TIMES I LIKE TO PLAY A BIT ROUGHER AND NOT LET THE MAN DOMINATE ME."
EARLIER THIS YEAR, THE SINGER, CURRENTLY WOWING MOVIEGOERS AS THE VOICE OF A JELLY FISH IN ANIMATED HIT SHARK TALE, HINTED THAT GIRL-ON-GIRL ENCOUNTERS COULD BE A TURN ON. BUT SHE WENT EVEN FURTHER WHEN SHE CONFIDED: "I MUST ADMIT THE IDEA OF TWO WOMEN GETTING IT ON DOES DO IT FOR ME AS WELL. WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL CREATURES AND THE SIGHT OF THEM KISSING OR CARESSING EACH OTHER IS HORNY." THEN CHEEKY CHRISTINA, ENGAGED TO LONG-TIME LOVE JORDAN BRATMAN, UNVEILED THE STEAMY DAYDREAM THAT TOPS HER EROTIC WISH LIST PLUCKING A STAR-STRUCK FAN FROM THE AUDIENCE FOR A DRESSING ROOM QUICKIE! SHE ADDS, "I'VE SPOTTED GUYS IN THE CROWD AND THOUGHT, ‘WOW, I LIKE THE LOOK OF YOU!' YOU DO FANTASIZE ABOUT INVITING THEM BACKSTAGE AFTER THE SHOW"
She closed the newspaper and reclined back against the seat, closing her eyes and thinking about what the singing star had said.
A couple of months ago, she had met Christina during one of her shows. The singer was sexy all right. And she had right away suspected that Christina was a freak.
She breathed deeply, her eyes still closed. Visions of picking up a guy from the crowd for a quickie in the dressing room, making it with another woman, dominating a guy and then being dominated by him sprang through her mind.
Suddenly, she felt the wetness between her legs and she crossed them. She squeezed her thighs and began to rock one leg that was crossed over the other. This way, she felt better.
She always had this uncanny method of masturbating. All she needed was a clenching pair of her legs, a rocking motion of one of them and bang!
She glanced at the passengers seated next to her. Most of them were dozing. She wondered what they would think if they ever realized that she was masturbating. A hand-less masturbation!
It was while she was thus masturbating that she made up her mind to fulfill those fantasies that Christina had spoken about.
After all, she was one of Indian films' newer, hotter and of lately bigger actors.
Mallika Sherawat.
******
It was during the annual award ceremony that she finally decided that she was going to do what Christina had said she would like to do.
During the award ceremony, there were a lot of dance items and she had to participate in one of them. She was also required to walk down the stage and mingle with the guests. Most of the celebrities were seated in the first few rows, but she also chose to sashay down the line.
She had spotted the man a couple of minutes after she had been introduced.
He was of an indeterminable age: perhaps mid-forties, or maybe more than that. Secretly, she always preferred older men. She remembered what Rani Mukherjee had said: "The older they are, the better! Maybe they take time to get a hard on, but boy, once they get one, they last forever!"
Her act involved mingling with the crowd and when she reached the man, she leaned across him and hurriedly pushed the paper into his soft hands.
"Read that and do as it says!" she whispered, smiling at the crowd. "The red door over there. Just sneak past it and walk to the end of the passage. Push the green door and I'll be waiting!"
The man was confused and actually blushed, clutching the paper tightly.
Mallika backed off to the stage, whirled around to complete her silly dance, which was basically rocking her hips back and forth, pushing her ample breasts to and fro and affixing a wide, supposedly sensuous plastic smile. Amid a thundering applause, she curtsied and then rushed away after the curtains dropped.
She was in a hell of a hurry. She could actually feel the wetness seeping between her legs. Her heart was hammering so loudly; she had to slow down as she acknowledged the greetings of those men and women who worked as the extras during such functions.
It was quiet in the passage that led to her private dressing room beyond the green door. It was a small cabin with almost half of one wall covered with a mirror. Set off to one side at a right angle to this mirrored wall was a long sink, rather like a low platform, provided again with a small mirror and holding an array of her makeup items.
She looked at her reflection in the large mirror. She was flushed and breathing hard, her breasts heaving with the exertion. She gripped the edges of the sink as she looked at her profile in the mirror.
They had labeled her ‘Bombshell' and not without reason. In the slinky one-piece silk dress, with those long slits at the sides, hugging her body, a scooped neckline exposing the tempting valley of her breasts, her almost ordinary face now highlighted with those amazing makeup tricks, she looked downright lovely and sexy. She had tied her silky hair in a bun atop her head. The dress was held at the shoulders by a pair of very thin straps, clung to her tiny waist with the aid of a small, concealed zip and billowed below and over her long legs.
She turned to the door and waited with bated breath. This was the first time she was doing this: picking up a stranger from the crowd and waiting for him to do it to her in the dressing room.
"Come on, come on," she murmured to herself, rubbing her legs against each other, her hands behind her gripping the edge of the sink.
Her heart did a somersault when the door opened slowly and the man peered inside. He caught sight of her and stepped in.
"Lock the door and come here," she whispered urgently.
To say that the man was confused would be an understatement. But he obeyed her, locking the door with trembling hands and then walking slowly towards her till he was barely a foot away.
He was sweating and his eyes were wide open. He wasn't much to look at. Tall and gawky, he had shoulder-length hair. A shaggy moustache covered his upper lips over which protruded his rather large nose.
"W-what I-is I-it?" he stammered.
