CHAPTER TWO
Tushar Rathi, her boss, was a friendly, generous man in his mid forties. She knew he liked her and had big eyes for her. Although she didn't actively encourage him in that direction, she didn't protest when he stole glances at her thighs as she sat at the open front desk facing him, or when he looked down her neckline or brushed a hip or breast as he passed her.
Anisha considered that a good investment in getting along on the job. That way, he didn't get angry when she made a mistake. Following the same philosophy, she only giggled when, after he had pointed out a mistake to her, he gripped her around the waist, holding her under his left arm and gave her a smack on the seat of her tight skirt, his hand lingering there a fraction of a second, just giving the suggestion of a squeeze to her firm buttock.
After that, he often warned her, with a twinkle in his eye, that one of these days she was going to make one mistake too many and he would take her over his lap and spank her.
"I warn you, Anisha," he went on, "if I have to do that, I'll do it just the way I spanked my own daughter when she needed, skirts over your back and panties down. I'll bet you have a sweet little target for a spanking."
When he gave her that warning, Anisha told herself she would never submit to that, if he ever became serious about it, but she wondered if she would accept a compromise such as taking a spanking through her slip and panties. It was a Nishar paying job than she had hoped for and Tushar was a wonderful boss. When she won the state beauty title, he had hugged her and given her a big raise. She knew that if she blew that job, she'd never get another one even close to being as good, not even as the resigned state beauty queen.
The story of her resignation made page one in the morning paper that day and Tushar called her into his private office to talk to her about it. He was his usual charming, gentle self and she had carried her secret burden alone for too long. To her surprise, and to his, she broke down and told him everything.
He took her to the couch and sat beside her, her head on his chest and shoulder as she told him of the final blow, the way her lover had rejected her, blamed her for everything and refused to marry her.
"Look Anisha," Tushar told her in the most comforting tone he could find, "as for the guy, it's good that you found out what kind of a shit he is."
"But I don't want to have a baby," she wailed and he hugged her more tightly.
"You poor kid, you're not going to have a baby. My wife is going to take you to visit a woman, she'll give you a douche, mostly soap and water, your period will come, just like that."
Tushar phoned his wife and she arrived within an hour. Anisha 's eyes were dry then and she was able to see that Nisha was a stunning, sophisticated beauty in her early thirties with a smile as warm as her husband's.
While they had waited for Nisha, Tushar had told Anisha that his wife wouldn't be shocked at all, that they were swingers and that nothing shocked them. In the car on their way to the appointment, Nisha elaborated a little more on that theme, telling of their swinging friends and hinting that at weekend parties, husband and wife labels were removed and the name of the game was fun.
"It sounds like you and Tushar really enjoy life," Anisha commented.
"That's what life is all about, dear, enjoy-enjoy. Isn't it silly," she went on. "Here we are, a pair of old folks, I'm thirty-one and Tushar is forty-five. You, on the other hand, are a stunning beauty of nineteen, a beauty queen. Tushar and I have tons of fun while you don't have any. You get one piece of tail and you're up the stump."
"All beauty and no brain, I guess," Anisha said, sadly.
"That isn't true, Anisha. Tushar is a pretty good judge of intelligence and he says you have plenty. I can see that too. It's just that we've had time to shake off all the silly taboos. We know where pleasure is and how to take it. If you're lucky, you'll learn too, before you get stuck with a husband, a bunch of kids and memories of the beautiful figure you used to have."
"Maybe when this is over, I'll smarten up. God, I thought he was everything, wedding bells, the house in the suburbs, the works."
"It's all a trap, Anisha. Both Tushar and I were married before but we escaped. Sure, we're married to each other, but it isn't the kind of marriage you had in mind. I think the first thing you should do is get away from family influence. You can't really start enjoying life when Mummy is waiting up for you when you come home at night."
And then they were at the house and Nisha went in with her. They met a plump, great woman who told Anisha that her troubles were over, that there would be no pain and no danger.
"It's about as serious an operation as brushing your teeth," she added with a smile, then took the girl to another room.
When it was over and Anisha was putting her panties back on, she couldn't believe that anything as simple as that could end a pregnancy.
They drove to Nisha's house and the girl was impressed by the look of wealth and of good taste. She phoned her mother to report that she would be spending the night at her employer's home and, as usual, left the number. As she did so, she knew Nisha heard and felt ashamed of having to act like a child, giving Mummy the phone number so she could check. She recalled that the woman had said about getting away from home and vowed to do it.
The two women chatted, then went out for lunch. They ate a good meal in an exclusive restaurant, had a couple of drinks then returned to Nisha's house. During the afternoon they chatted again and when Anisha showed an interest in swinging, Nisha told her a lot more about it, this time not hinting, but in vivid, exciting detail.
"Understand, dear," Nisha told her, "I'm not trying to lure you to our way of life. I'm just telling you how great it is and how much I think you'd enjoy it. You can be sure the men would flip at the sight of you, but what you may not have guessed is that the women would too."
"You mean... like lesbians?"
"That's just a label, Anisha. There are four other couples in our group. Five couples in all. You know how it is with a man, he goes off once and he's out of action for a long time. When one of us needs a partner, there's always another gal ready to hit the sack with her. Not only is it fun, but men love to watch a pair of bare naked gals working on each other, it helps them get worked up faster and gets them back into action."
"You mean you use your mouths on each other?" Anisha asked.
"Believe it baby, and it's yummy, both getting it and giving it. When your boyfriend got into your panties that night, did he go down on you?"
"Oh God yes. He drove me right out of my mind. He was still licking my clit when I came. I thought I'd fly apart."
"I know what you mean, honey, but when a woman goes down on you it's even Nishar. A woman's body is smoother, she's more gentle and she understands what her partner wants and how she feels. In fact, if you weren't on the verge of your period, I'd offer to give you a sample."
A few minutes later, when Anisha went to the bathroom, she let out a shriek of joy as she saw that her period had commenced, her troubles were over. As she sat on the toilet, she thought of the many things Nisha had told her and, fear having passed, felt wild excitement take its place and told herself that next day, she would begin taking the pill. She wasn't sure how far she was going to go, but she made up her mind she was going to sample life and make her decisions as she faced them.
Later, Nisha said she was going to get ready to greet her husband. She was away for a long time and when she returned, Anisha gasped aloud at the sight of her. She wore a sheer black negligee through which Anisha saw she was wearing a low cut black bra and skimpily designed black panties which covered only a very small portion of well rounded buttocks. She also wore a black garter belt, dark, sheer nylons and high heels. It was the most exciting costume Anisha had ever seen.
