The loud sounds of hands, banging on a wooden plank diminished the image of Pankaj as Sapna stirred out of her sweet dream to face the reality of another hard day at work. With much labor she opened her eyes to see the red hearts dangling over the poster of Hrithik Roshan, the matinee idol, heartthrob of billions across India and maybe another million across the world. Looking at those little plastic hearts she suddenly remembered, that today was the blessed day, the day she was waiting with anticipation to arrive, the day she had been waiting for since the last 365 days.
She gathered her hand that was flanked across the breasts of her room partner, Ratna. Ratna, beautiful, extremely attractive and younger to her by at least three years was deep in her slumber, her brownish hair sprayed across her face like a clouds on a warm night covering the moon, her soft snoring was hardly audible beyond the wooden walls of the room. Room, was exactly an exaggeration for the five feet by twelve feet cubicle she shared with this 19-year-old. A four poster high single bed with five pillows, on which they both lay right now, a high side table or rather a console by the side of the bed that held an ewer and two glasses, a small acrylic cabinet mounted with a mirror on one wall, a small noisy wall fan on the other, a four feet by four feet open washing place at the extreme end was all that the steamy little cubicle contained. A clothesline ran across the cubicle lengthwise, and on it were hung the vibrantly colorful dresses of these two women. There was no tap in the wash place and when dry, it stunk.
Sapna swept the hair of the face of the younger woman, she looked down at her and for the first time realized that the girl had most luscious lips she had ever seen. She could not help herself and bent down over her and kissed the juicy lips. Ratna still in her sleep, probably dreaming smiled back at her.
Sapna got off the bed to reach the cabinet to fetch cigarettes, cheap cigarettes which she kept there along with a lighter, a musical one, a gift she had received exactly 365 days before, on this blessed day. She removed one from the box and lit it.
"Ratna...Ratna...wake up girl," she called out to the sleeping girl.
"What is the time?" Ratna stirred and asked her.
"Its time for your cigarette, you bitch," said Sapna and tugged at the girls arm to wake her up.
Ratna sat up, and one of her breast fell out of the oversized T-shirt she was wearing. Sapna immediately groped for that naked firm breast; clasping it in her fist she kneaded it savagely.
"Pom...pom, get up you slut," she said laughing as Ratna squealed in pain.
"Fuck you, you whore, leave it you bitch," she screamed.
Sapna left her breast, took a hard drag on the cigarette and offered it to her. Ratna immediately took it, and put it to her young pink lips and inhaled on the stick.
"What's the time Sapna, I want to sleep some more," she said, taking another drag from the cancer stick before handing it back to Sapna.
"It's 2.30 already," she answered her, looking at her wristwatch in the dimly lit cubicle.
"Oh! Then why did you wake me up so early?" the young woman asked. "Let me sleep for another hour," she said.
"No! Baby, you better have a bath and get dressed early today, if you want to earn good," Sapna advised Ratna. "Business starts early today, they start coming in from 5.00 onwards," added Sapna.
"My clothes are not yet dry," said Ratna, her hand reaching out to the clothesline, feeling their dampness.
"You can wear one of mine to baby," offered Sapna as she went down to squat on the floor and pulled a case from under the bed. Then she dug her hand into her neckline, to reach in her bra for the small key to the small lock on her suitcase.
Ratna joined her squatting next to her, as Sapna opened the case. Sapna pulled out a lovely red dress from inside and spread it over the open case.
"You can wear this, it a lovely one, very sexy, but just don't soil it," said Sapna handing the dress to the younger woman.
"What are you going to wear?" Ratna asked with concern in her voice, she knew that what Sapna handed her was probably one of the most sexiest and best dress she had.
"Pankaj had brought me a very nice dress, the last time he came. He wants me to wear it for today," saying so she reached right to the bottom of the case and pulled out a shopping bag. Her hands then dug into the bag and she brought out another red outfit.
"Wow! Another red one for you." Said Ratna.
"Yeah and its really very sexy too, I tried it on once, to see if it fit me, and fits lovely, bringing out my curves to perfection," giggled Sapna.
"Let's go have our bath before somebody else occupies the bathrooms," advised Sapna and the two girls pulling their towels from clothes line, rushed out of the cubicle, ran down the corridor to reach the two, yet empty, bathrooms, where all the inmates took their baths.
They chatted with each other over the half wall while having their bath. Sapna had taken with her the expensive scented soap that Pankaj had brought for her. She took special care to clean her body, paying special attention to her armpits, the nape of her neck and her breasts. Not to forget, she applied extra soap to clean her pussy, making sure that it would smell good if Pankaj put his face there.
With towels wrapped around them when they came out, the other inmates were waiting in a queue grumbling over them having taken extra time today. They rushed back to their cubicle and started wearing the dresses. Sapna's new dress was a marvelous piece; it was a backless, red halter-top, skin-hugging dress that ended at her thighs. She avoided wearing a bra today and just slipped up a black satin panty. The dress made her look ravishingly desirable, as it exposed her filled bosom to display a deep cleavage, ending at her thighs it displayed her smooth creamy skin. While what was covered also left little for imagination as it clung tightly to her skin contouring in to display her navel and perched up the smooth roundness of her breasts to slightly peak at her taut nipple.
Ratna slipped on Sapna's red dress, a frilly mini skirt with a matching mini top, which left her mid-riff bare, exposing her lovely, girly navel. The younger girl was slightly more filled than Sapna and thus her breasts seemed to be bursting at the buttons while the frilly skirt hung provocatively over her bumpy buttocks. The girls made up their faces from the same vanity case they shared, while Sapna used the hand mirror from the vanity case, Ratna used the cabinet mirror.
Once done, they looked at each other for approval, nodded back at each other, just as the wooden partition to their little abode, was banged on to again, to announce that they needed to hurry. In a frantic urgency, the two pulled the rest of the damp clothes from the clothesline and dumped them in a spare pillowcase that lay on the bed. While Ratna squatted and deposited the bundled clothes on the case top, Sapna undid the clothesline, wound it in a round and shoved it under the mattress at the wash place end of the bed. Ratna opened the cabinet and removed a cheap perfume, the kind you find selling on pavements in Bombay and sprayed it below her ears and on the bare part of her breasts, Sapna taking the perfume bottle from her followed suite. The two together then spread a clean bed sheet over the single bed, propped up the pillows nicely and stepped out of the cubicle into the corridor again. They treaded there way towards the main sitting area, which was separated by a door. They checked themselves in the full-length mirror that was fixed to the door, opened the door and were about to step into the room, and Sapna stopped.