Rakul Preet Singh was swaying her perky ass to the tune of loud trance music on the dark dancefloor of Xchange - one of the most happening night clubs in Mumbai. The silver sequin knit black fabric of her bodycon dress hugged her every curve. The overlapping v-neckline of the shiny dress was too deep to hide any bra. So she had skipped wearing it altogether. Everytime she bent down at an odd angle, she risked spilling out her firm tits. But they held themselves quite well, even without any support.
Her tight ponytail swayed as she bobbed her head from side to side. It was a scene straight out of one of her movies. She knew every man on the floor was checking her out from the corner of his eye and would probably imagine her in bed when they're fucking their girlfriends and wives later that night. And every woman was seething with at least a little jealousy.
Rakul owned the dance floor. Literally. Xchange was one of the businesses she partially owned in the city. Having opened three months ago, the glitzy club was THE hotspot to be in. The who's who of tinseltown were clamouring to be seen at the club every night. Entry was strictly by invite. Being an exclusive club gave celebrities like Rakul the chance to truly unwind while getting loaded on alcohol.
Rakul felt a hand caress her ass and she smiled. This was not an experience she was familiar with, but it felt strangely good. The mystery hand felt strong as it gently but firmly squeezed her butt. She leaned back a little till her shoulders fell against a broad chest that seemed to be built like a wall. She felt the man's hand snake forward and land on her lower abdomen. She arched her ass back until her soft, supple mounds felt a hard cock. She began grinding him to the tune of the music. He grabbed her petite waist for support and swayed with her, matching her moves.
The man leaned forward and placed his chin on her shoulder. "There's a better party going on outside." He said, barely audible over the loud music.
With so many celebrities beelining for Xchange, it didn't take long for the paraphernalia that promised to make the night "even better" to slip through the gates of the club. The basement and the dark, dingy alleyway behind the club were hotspots for illegal drugs to exchange hands and nostrils.
The man pushed Rakul against the wall and pressed himself against her and kissed her. The shadows of the alleyway provided the perfect cover for their sins. Rakul grabbed the back of his head with one hand and gripped his hair tight as she kissed him like a wild animal. It was hard for a superstar like her to find a dick to satisfy her that easily. It was only when she went abroad on holidays she would get lucky with male escorts who would come with flying recommendations from her colleagues in the glamour industry. It had been nearly a year since she had had a real dick inside her pussy. Back to back offers and her booming businesses left her with little "me time" for herself. So this was an unexpected but welcomed surprise.
She had never been with a complete stranger before. It was always with a professional sex worker who was paid to pleasure her. It was always perfect. Always amazing. And she would always be left completely and utterly satisfied. But it had gotten monotonous over the years. Always behind closed doors of a luxury hotel. The man would be whatever she wanted him to be - a friend, a lover, a husband, a teacher, a set boy - anything her heart desired. But it was all a show.
This was different. It was real. A real stranger ravishing her body, not because he was paid to but because he wanted to. She would often go on dirty message boards to read the fantasies of horny men about her. They would describe in painful detail what they would do to her every hole. That would get her wet and a good workout for her favourite dildo. And here was a man doing just that - fulfilling his fantasies with her.
The man was aggressive. He pressed his hardon on her and began to dry hump her as his tongue explored her mouth. He slipped his hand underneath the v-cut and grabbed her breasts.
Rakul let out a moan at the touch of his warm, rough hand on her supple, smooth skin. She hiked her leg and wrapped it around his thigh, drawing him closer. She took his hand and guided it towards her inner thigh.
The rough fingers snaked up her thigh until it met her dripping wet pussy. He circled his rough finger on the outer lips, which made Rakul shudder. She bit her lower lip as his middle finger went deep inside her.
She held him close and dug her fingers in his shoulder as he gently rubbed his finger inside her pussy. Looking deep into her eyes, he slowly drew his finger out and licked her juices. He held it up to her lips and she licked her musky juices and his saliva.
"Got the stuff?" she asked him.
"Yeah." he replied. "But first..." he put his hand underneath the dress again and began to finger bang her.
She pushed him away and looked at him seductively. "Na na, not just yet. First the high, then the..." she swiped her pussy juices on his finger and licked them without taking her eyes off him.
The man smiled wickedly and wiped her damp fingers on his jacket. He drew a fat joint from inside his jacket pocket and handed it to her. "Neeli Khush. Makes sex so much better."
Rakul's eyes lit up in the darkness. She sniffed the length of the joint and placed it at the edge of her lips. The man pulled out a lighter and lit it for her. Rakul shut her eyes as she took a drag and held the smoke in her lungs. She slowly breathed out the smoke. No coughing, no gagging. It was smooth as fuck. She gave him an approving nod and smiled as she took another drag.
The man pulled her close and sealed his lips against hers and sucked the smoke from her mouth into his. His hands snaked up her thigh and his fingers slipped into her wet, slippery pussy. Rakul was feeling extremely aroused. She hoped he would drop his pants and stick his dick in her right now.
"Wow. What a scene!"
Rakul shuddered in fear as she heard the booming voice behind the man. Her eyes flung open and she saw two men standing behind the guy fingering her.
The man's eyes had turned white in fear. He tried to take off on foot, but the men caught his collar from behind and held him in place.
She felt his finger being yanked out of her pussy suddenly and she pressed her thighs together involuntarily to cover her modesty.
"Police!" They said, throwing him on the wall. "Don't try to act too smart!" They turned him around and pinned him down with their feet firmly on his.
"What were you guys doing here love birds? Couldn't you get a room?" said one policeman. The other was busy patting the man down. He got to his crotch and lewdly pressed it.
"Sir, this man is hiding a big package. I think it's drugs. Shall I check?" he asked and both of them laughed.
"Hold your horses constable, there's something bigger in madam's hand here." He held Rakul's hand up and pointed at the lit joint.
The constable looked at Rakul in disbelief, as if suspecting his own eyes. He wasn't sure if the darkness in the dingy alley was playing tricks on his eyes.
