I had started to work in Mumbai (then Bombay ) after earning my degree in mechanical engineering. I had always fantasized during my college days of having a maid cum sex partner to start off the career.
My workplace was in a small manufacturing unit located in MDC, Andheri and I had initially taken up staying as a paying guest in a place referred by one of my colleagues at work. It was a small room on the terrace of an old house, which surprisingly had a large open space around the house, a rarity in Mumbai.
A few days after I had moved in, the landlord and his family had to rush off to their village and informed me that they would be away for a month. They explained some chores and I promised to take care of them. I then spotted the house maid, a buxom woman in her mid twenties, who was hovering in the background. Deepa, the landlord explained, will come daily and clean the place. I nodded, secretly thinking about whether I could seduce her. Little did I know of her plans. That evening, when I came home, a bit earlier than usual, she was sweeping the yard. It was as if she had just taken a bath and had her tied in a loose knot. Deepa, was dusky dark in complexion, of medium height, and as I mentioned before, had a great bosom. I visualised myself suckling those dangling mangoes, with nipple points erect and hard on my tongue. It was not to be. She came by and explained that she had to go away for the night as a relative of hers was unwell and needed her help.
She asked me for some money, promising to pay me back once the house owners returned. I was having a nagging doubt, but did not want to turn away a proposal to get her favour. Uncle did not tell me anything about giving you any money, I said, referring to the older house owner respectfully. I know, she said, sassily, dont you have any money? She straightened up and adjusted her saree, giving me a brief glimpse of her firm and supple body. I will be back in the morning and take care of the work, she added. I took out my wallet and gave her a hundred rupees. She took the note and in the typical habit of indian women, she tucked in in her blouse between her breast and the cloth. I was afforded a glance at the cleavage during this stashing away of the note. She caught my roving eyes, and gave me a smile. Okay, I will be back soon, she said. After she left, I was feeling that she had gotten the better of me.
I took a shower and changed into casual clothes and was mulling over whether the new found freedom was the right time to pick up a girl from juhu or santa cruz and have a romp in the night. I wandered down the main street, found a dance bar, and went in to unwind a bit before starting the hunt. A few girls were swaying to the tune of recent popular songs. None was my type, so I left after a beer and caught a mini cab to santa cruz. I knew of a place where one could go and select a girl or two from a parade, and choose to spend an hour or the night there or take the girl home for the night. I had been there a couple of times before and the chap at the gate of the house, recognised me from the decent tip I had passed him the earlier time. Welcome saab, Charlie bhayya is upstairs. I will inform him about your arrival. I was being given the royal treatment, as if I was a customer of old patronage. The bastards are after my money, I thought to myself, I must be careful not to get gypped. I remembered the caution of my friend, not to select from the first or second parade, but to be patient and wait. I also thought that I should indicate my preference to charlie, so that he could select someone special. Hello sir, said charlie, standing up from his chair, welcome back to our little place. Have a seat, sir. Arrey, chotu, bring some water and hot towel for Raju bhayya. I was surprised that he recalled my name. Well charlie, what special this evening, I enquired. Sir, what is your choice, he asked. Someone a little on the dusky side, with good figure, I replied. Like the village type, he queried slyly. Yes, I like them that type, I have the right one for you and let out a short sharp whistle.
Instantly a guy sprung out, and Charlie barked out a short burst. Soon, a couple of young women walked in, and charlie's stooge turned on some bright lights. I winced at charlie, who let out another yelp and three more walked in. There were now five. Two of them had caught my fancy and Charlie noticed my appraisal of their features. Another short bark from charlie, and the three I had not fancied walked out. Yes sir, spoke Charlie to me.
Anyone else I asked. Charlie sighed and waved the two away and looked at me squarely. Sir, if you are serious, I have someone extra special, but it will cost you a little more. Charlie, lets see the goods and then we will decide. By the way what's the deal if I take both those who just left. Two at one time, sir , asked charlie. Maybe, I replied. Will give you a good deal sir, 1000 rs for each for the night, sir. Lets see your special one, charlie.