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Calcutta Chronicles Part 4 Of 4

Calcutta Chronicles Part 4 Of 4

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Durga Pujo had been a little later than usual and so when it was time for Kali Pujo -- the Festival of Lights and Fireworks, that is celebrated a month later -- it was already November. Days had grown shorter, nightfall was earlier and the evenings were a little chilly. It was late in the afternoon on a Saturday. They had had a late and rather heavy lunch. Rupa had then hustled Uttam off to his bedroom for their post-lunch coitus, leaving Ritam curled up in the living room sofa with No Orchids for Miss Blandish, a classic James Hadley Chase thriller. Torro as a budding private investigator was a great fan of both JHC and Perry Mason and she had lent this gory saga of sex and violence to her new found partner-in-business. She was supposed to have joined them for lunch but the Darjeeling Mail in which she was travelling back to Calcutta was over six hours late. So it was Ritam alone who had been listeing to the sounds of frantic and frenetic sex that had been emanating from his father's bedroom until the two lovers had finally collapsed into their post-coital slumber.

That magic dildo that Torro and he had snatched from his mother while pretending to be Pooja and Prakash had had a seismic impact on Uttam's sex life. That evening itself, when they had first brought it home, Rupa had jumped on her thakurpo and, after learning from him how Rita used to stick it up his arse, had pumped him up to a full fledged erection and eventual ejaculation! Ritam, unfortunately, had to take a back seat because his aunt was fully engaged and entangled with his father. Torro could have been of some help, after all the two of them had carried out the naked charade together, but she had dropped off as she was scheduled to leave the next day, for a week-long vacation at Darjeeling with her parents.

Aunt however had not forgotten his nephew completely. They had had quite a few intimate tete-a-tetes as well but Rupa's current obsession was obviously her thakurpo, or Ritam's father, in whose bedroom she had set up her permanent camp. Had the poor fellow not had an excuse to go to his school, Rupa might have blown apart his arsehole -- so frequently did she ram that dildo in there. Uttam provided her with the much needed sexual relief that both of them had been denied for so many years. What was more satisfying was the snatch of the magic dildo and the fact that her Thakurpo was a trophy that she had wrested from that slut-and-vamp Rita who had looked down on them with utter contempt. Revenge was utterly and deliciously sweet and she was ever so grateful to both Ritam and Torro for helping her get it.

After masturbating himself to the sounds of his father's grunts and screams ringing in his ears, Ritam had collapsed into a light afternoon siesta and had hardly noticed that it was getting dark. But then all of a sudden someone was fondling his penis that was hanging out of the top of his pajamas.

āĻ•āĻŋ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§āϟāύāĻžāϰ, āĻāĻ•āĻž āĻāĻ•āĻž āĻļā§ā§Ÿā§‡ āĻŦāĻžāρ⧜āĻž āĻ–āĻŋāρāĻšā§āĻ›āĻŋāϏ? Hey partner, are you beating your meat alone? Torro was back. Since she had been a regular visitor to their house prior to the heist, the staff at the door had let her in.

āφāϰ⧇ āϟāϰ⧋-āĻĻāĻŋ! āĻ•āĻ–āύ āĻāϞ⧇? Hey Torro-di! When did you come in?

āĻĻāĻžāĻ°ā§āϜāĻŋāϞāĻŋāĻ‚ āĻŽā§‡āϞ āĻĒā§āϰāϚ⧁āϰ āϞ⧇āϟ āĻ•āϰāϞ⧋, āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻŦāĻž-āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžā§œāĻŋāϤ⧇ āύāĻžāĻŦāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āϚāϞ⧇ āĻāϏ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§āϟāύāĻžāϰ āύ⧁āύ⧁ āĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āĻĒā§œā§‡ āφāϛ⧇! The Darjeeling Mail was very late in arriving. I just dropped my parents off at home and came here to see my partner shagged out with his prick hanging out his pants.

āĻ•āĻŋ āĻ•āϰāĻŋ āĻŦāϞ āĻĻāĻŋāĻĻāĻŋ? āĻŦāĻžāĻŦāĻž āφāϰ āĻœā§‡āϟ āϝāĻž āϚāĻŋāĻ¤ā§â€ŒāĻ•āĻžāϰ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϚ⧁āĻĻāĻ›āĻŋāϞ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ⧇ āĻ•āĻŋ āφāϰ āĻŽāĻŋāϏ āĻŦā§āĻ˛ā§ā§ŸāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻŋāĻļ-āĻāϰ āĻ•āĻĨāĻžā§Ÿ āĻ•āĻžāύ āĻĻ⧇āĻ“ā§ŸāĻž āϝāĻžā§Ÿ? What to do, didi? Father and aunt were fucking so loudly that I could hardly focus on Miss Blandish here.

āĻĒā§āϝāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϟāĻžāϟ āĻ āĻŋāĻ• āĻ•āϰāĨ¤ āϰāϤāύ-āĻĻāĻž āϕ⧇ āϚāĻž āφāύāϤ⧇ āĻŦāϞ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ | Put on your pants, I have asked Ratan to get us some tea. Ratan was their old family retainer, the odd-job man around the house.

āĻŦāĻžāĻŦāĻž āĻœā§‡āĻ āĻŋāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āϚ⧁āĻĻāϛ⧇ āφāϰ āϛ⧇āϞ⧇ āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāϟāĻž āĻŦāϏ⧇ āĻŦāϏ⧇ āϤāĻžāχ āĻļ⧁āύāϛ⧇! The father is fucking the aunt and the son is listening in. āĻŦāϞāĻŋ āĻŽāĻžāϰāĻŦā§‹ āĻāĻ• āĻ—āĻžāρāĻŸā§āϟāĻžāĨ¤ āĻĒ⧜āĻžāĻļ⧁āύ⧋ āύ⧇āχ āύāĻž āĻ•āĻŋ? Be off, don't you have your studies. Rupa's voice rang out from the bedroom and it was dripping with mock anger.

āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϝāĻĻāĻŋ āϏāĻžāϰāĻžāĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻŦāĻžāĻŦāĻžāϕ⧇ āϞāĻžāĻ—āĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āĻŦāϏ⧇ āĻĨāĻžāϕ⧋ āϤ⧋ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻ•āϰāĻŋ? If you stay stuck with my father all day, what can I do? āϟāϰ⧋-āĻĻāĻŋ āĻāϏ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ See, Torro is here.

āϜāĻžāύāĻŋ, āφāĻ“ā§ŸāĻžāϜ āĻĒā§‡ā§Ÿā§‡ āϤāĻžāχ āĻŦ⧇āϰāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āĻāϞāĻžāĻŽāĨ¤ I know that is why I came out.

Rupa emerged from the bedroom wrapped only in a saree -- no blouse, no petticoat -- that she had hurriedly thrown around her body. Her hair was dishevelled and there were a few red bite marks on her arms and on the proud swell of breasts that could hardly be covered by the loose garment.

āϚ⧁āĻĻ⧇ āĻĢāĻžāϟāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āĻĻāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡āϛ⧇ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšāĻšā§āϛ⧇ āĻĒāĻŋāĻļ⧇āĻŽāĻļāĻžāχāĨ¤ Uncle must have just fucked you raw. Torro grinned at her

āĻĻāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡āϛ⧇ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĻāĻŋāĻšā§āϛ⧇āĨ¤ āϤ⧋āϰāĻž āϝāĻž āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āωāĻĒāĻ•āĻžāϰ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϏ āĻ•āĻŋ āφāϰ āĻŦāϞāĻŦāĨ¤ āĻ āĻžāϕ⧁āϰāĻĒā§‹ āφāϰ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĻ⧁āϜāύ⧇āχ āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ āωāĻĒāϏāĻŋ āĻ›āĻžāϰāĻĒā§‹āĻ•āĻžāϰ āĻŽāϤ, āĻāĻ–āύ āϤ⧋ āϭ⧁āϰāĻŋāĻ­ā§‹āϜ āĨ¤ Fucked and fucking. You have done us a great favour. Both of us were starving for sex and now we have a feast.

āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§āϟāύāĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻāϕ⧇āĻŦāϰ⧇ āϭ⧁āϞ⧇ āϗ⧇āϛ⧋āĨ¤ āϏ⧇ āĻ–āĻŋāρāĻšā§‡ āĻŽāϰ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻšā§āϛ⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ°ā§āϤ⧀ āĻĻ⧇āϖ⧇ āφāϰ āĻļ⧁āύ⧇āĨ¤ But you have forgotten about my partner and left him to beat his meat while the two of you are fucking away to glory.

āϤ⧋āϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§āϟāύāĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϤ⧋ āϤ⧁āχ āφāĻ›āĻŋāϏ āϟāϰ⧋, āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āϤ⧋āϰāĻž āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāχ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŦāϞ⧇āĻŽāϟāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰāĨ¤

You are there for your partner, Torro, but do something about this problem of mine. Rupa pulled out a used condom filled with Uttam's sperm.

āĻāϟāĻž āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻŋ? What's this?

āĻāϰāĻž āϤ⧋āϰ āĻ­āĻžāχ āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāϤ⧋ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻāϰāĻž āĻĄāĻžāĻ¸ā§āϟāĻŦāĻŋāύ āϚāϞ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤ āĻāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āĻŦā§āϝāĻŦāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻž āĻ•āϰāĨ¤ They could have been your brothers but they will end up in the dustbin. Do something for them.

āĻŽāĻžāύ⧇ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻĻ⧇āϰ āύāĻˇā§āϟ āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāĻ“āύāĻžāĨ¤ You mean you do not want to waste them. Torro was quick to catch on. āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϰ⧇āĻ—āύ⧇āĻ¨ā§āϟ āĻšā§Ÿā§‡ āĻ•āĻžāϕ⧁āϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻšā§āϚāĻž āϚāĻžāĻ“? You want to get pregnant with uncle's child.

āĻšā§āϝāĻžāρ āĻāχ āύāĻž āĻšāϞ⧇ āĻŽā§‡ā§Ÿā§‡āϰ āĻŦ⧁āĻĻā§āϧāĻŋāĨ¤ Right. Only a woman can get that so fast. āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻŽā§āĻļā§āĻ•āĻŋāϞ āĻšāϞ ... But the trouble is .....

A few days later ...

The household was all agog about an impending celebrity visit. Stella Bose may not have hit the silver screen with the verve of a Suchitra Sen as yet, but clearly she had the potential to do so. Born of an aristocratic Bengali father and vivacious Anglo-Indian mother who had been a crooner at Trincas, Stella was already making waves, albeit small ones, both in Tollygunge and in the newly emerging world of television serials. A racy poster of hers, in a deliciously naughty two piece bikini -- stuff that was clearly taboo in India -- had recently appeared in CineBlitz. Ritam had sourced a glossy uncreased and autographed version of the poster and had put it up on the door of his bedroom. His uncle Satyam had not missed it.

āφāϰ⧇! āĻ¸ā§āĻŸā§‡āϞāĻž āĻŦā§‹āϏ⧇āϰ āĻĒā§‹āĻ¸ā§āϟāĻžāϰ⧇ āĻ“āϰ āĻ¸â€Œāχ āĻĒ⧇āϞ⧇ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇? Hey how did you get Stella's signature on that poster. Satyam had asked Ritam.

āĻ“āϰ āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāύ⧇āϜāĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ­āĻžāχ āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ•āϞ⧇āĻœā§‡ āĻĒā§œā§‡āĨ¤ āĻ“āϕ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āĻ–āĻžāĻ“ā§ŸāĻžāϤ⧇ āĻšā§Ÿā§‡āϛ⧇āĨ¤ Her manager's brother is in our college. Had to pay him to get it.

āĻ­āĻžāϞ āĻŦā§āϝāĻŦāϏāĻž āĻĢ⧇āρāĻĻ⧇āϛ⧇ āϛ⧋āĻ•āϰāĻžāĨ¤ Smart kid. That's a good business that he has started.

āĻŦāϞāĻ›āĻŋāϞ āϝ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āĻ–āϰāϚāĻž āĻ•āϰāϞ⧇ āϕ⧋āύ āχāϭ⧇āĻ¨ā§āĻŸā§‡ āĻĒ⧌āρāϛ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇āĨ¤ āĻāĻĒāĻŋāϝāĻžāϰ⧇āĻ¨ā§āϏ āĻĢāĻŋ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻšāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤ He was saying that she is also available for events, against an appearance fee.

āϤāĻžāĻšāϞ⧇ āĻāĻ•āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻŦāĻžā§œāĻŋāϤ⧇ āϞāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϚ āĻŦāĻž āĻĄāĻŋāύāϰ⧇ āĻĄāĻžāĻ• āύāĻžāĨ¤ āϝāĻž āĻ–āϰāϚāĻž āϞāĻžāϗ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻāĻĄāĻ­āĻžāĻ°ā§āϟāĻžāχāϏāĻŋāĻ‚āĻ… āĻŦāĻžāĻœā§‡āϟ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āĻĻā§‹āĻŦāĨ¤ Then call her over for lunch or dinner. I will pay her from our advertising budget.

Today was that day and everyone was excited about Stella's visit. But the most excited of them all was Satyam who had taken charge of the 'event'.

It was well past two, when Stella finally arrived to find an impatient Satyam agonisingly waiting for her and of course she was worth waiting for. Tall and elegant, she had short, pixie cut hair edged with electric blue that gave her the innocence of a gamine like tomboy. Satyam's lecherous gaze was flickering between the copious cleavage visible in the plunging neckline of her little bejewelled blouse and the deep navel below which she had tied her black and white Kanjeevaram silk saree. Tied to her ankles were a pair of payal, or anklets, that tinkled softly whenever she walked, but what was most striking about her arrival was the powerful fragrance of an alien perfume that washed through the room as soon as she entered. Along with her, in jeans and a tight T-shirt was Torro, her manager.

Stella would be here for just about an hour and Satyam made sure that no one shared this precious time with her. So Ritam, Rupa, Uttam were relegated to being almost like pieces of furniture sitting around the dining room. Satyam meanwhile was desperate to flatter her and impress her with his wealth and his non-existent connections with the Page 3 crowd of Calcutta. Stella of course had already met many such people in her short celebrity life and she knew how to play them.

āφāĻšā§āĻ›āĻž āĻļā§€āϤāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇ āφāĻĒāύāĻŋ āĻŽāĻžāϞāĻĻā§āĻŦā§€āĻĒ āϗ⧇āϛ⧇āύ? āĻļ⧁āύ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ āύāĻžāĻ•āĻŋ āϖ⧁āĻŦ āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰ āϜāĻžā§ŸāĻ—āĻžāĨ¤ Have you been to the Maldives in winter? I have heard that it is very beautiful there.

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āφāĻĒāύāĻŋ āĻ¸ā§āϝāĻžāϟāĻž āĻŦā§‹āϏāϕ⧇ āĻšā§‡āύ⧇āύ? āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āϧ⧁āĨ¤ āĻ“āϰ āĻ“āĻ–āĻžāύ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āϰ⧇āϏāĻ°ā§āϟ āφāϛ⧇āĨ¤ āĻŦāĻšā§ āĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻœā§‡āϤ⧇ āĻŦāϞ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ Do you know Sata Bose? He is a friend of mine and he owns a resort there.

Oh what a coup it would be if he could take THE Stella Bose for a weekend jaunt in Maldives. Satyam's head was already making plans.

āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ“āχ āϏāĻŋ-āĻ­āĻŋāϞāĻž āϗ⧁āϞ⧋āϤ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻ“ā§ŸāĻžāϰ āϖ⧁āĻŦ āϏāĻ–āĨ¤ āĻāϕ⧇āĻŦāĻžāϰ⧇ āĻŦ⧇āĻĄāϰ⧁āĻŽ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻ¸ā§āĻŸā§āϰ⧇āϟ āϜāϞ⧇! I would love to stay in one of those sea-villas. You can drop straight into the sea from your bedroom.

āĻŦāϞāϞ⧇āχ āĻŦā§āϝāĻŦāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻž āĻšā§Ÿā§‡ āϝāĻžāĻŦ⧇ āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāĻĄāĻžāĻŽāĨ¤ I can fix it up very easily Madam. Then under his breath and to himself āĻāĻ•āĻŦāĻžāϰ āϤ⧋ āĻŦ⧇āĻĄāϰ⧁āĻŽā§‡ āϤ⧋ āĻĸā§‹āĻ•āĻžāχ, āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāϰ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰ āĻĒāϰ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻž āϝāĻžāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤ Let me get you into the bedroom first, the sea can wait.

āϏ⧋ āύāĻžāχāϏ āĻ“āĻĢ āϝ⧁āĨ¤ So nice of your. āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāĻĄāĻžāĻŽ āĻŦā§‹āϞ⧇ āĻĄā§‡āϕ⧋ āύāĻž āĻĒā§āϞāĻŋāĻ¸ā§â€Œ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¸ā§āĻŸā§‡āĻ˛ā§āϞāĻž and don't call me Madam, I am Stella.

āφāĻšā§āĻ›āĻž āĻ¸ā§āĻŸā§‡āĻ˛ā§āϞāĻž, āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦ⧁āĻĄā§āĻĄāĻž āĻšā§āϝāĻžāϟāĻžāĻ°ā§āϜāĻŋāϕ⧇ āĻšā§‡āύ⧋? Ok, Stella, do you know Budda Chatterjee?

āĻŦāĻžāĻŦāĻž āĻ“āϤ āĻŦ⧜ āĻĄāĻŋāϰ⧇āĻ•ā§āϟāϰ! Oh he is such a famous director.

āĻ“ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āϏ⧇āĻ•ā§āϏ āĻĨā§āϰāĻŋāϞāĻžāϰ āĻ•āϰāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āĻ¸ā§āϟāĻžāύāĻŋāĻ‚ āĻāĻ•āĻŸā§āϰ⧇āϏ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻžāϛ⧇ āĻ–ā§‹āρāϜ āĻ•āϰāĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ He is planning to shoot a sex thriller and was asking me to look for a stunning actress.

Which was false of course. Any actress would give an arm and a leg -- or even her tits and cunts -- to act in a Budda Chatterjee film. Perhaps what he was really for was money to finance the film.

āĻ“āϟāĻž āĻ•āĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžā§Ÿā§‡āϰ āĻ›āĻŦāĻŋ? Is that your mother's painting?

Stella knew bullshit when she heard it. She changed the topic pointed to a framed painting on the wall. āĻ•āĻŋ āĻ…āϏāĻžāϧāĻžāϰāĻŖ āĻ“āχ āĻ—āϞāĻžāϰ āĻĒ⧇āĻ¨ā§āĻĄā§‡āĻ¨ā§āϟāϟāĻž! That's a beautiful pendant on her neck.

āĻāĻŽāϰ⧇āĻ˛ā§āĻĄ āĻāĻ¨ā§āĻĄ āĻĄāĻžāĻ‡ā§ŸāĻžāĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĄ | āĻāĻ• āϏāĻžāĻšā§‡āĻŦ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāĻ› āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻŦāĻž āĻ•āĻŋāύ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύ | Emerald and diamond. My father bought it from an Englishman.

āĻ•āĻŋ āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰ āĻ“āϟāĻž āĨ¤ āĻāĻ•āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻāϏ⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžā§Ÿā§‡āϰ āϏāĻŦ āĻ—ā§ŸāύāĻž āϗ⧁āϞ⧋ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϤ⧇ āĻšāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤ Its so beautiful. One day I must come and see your mother's collection.

āφāϜ āĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻ•āϰāĻŦā§‹ āύāĻžāĻ•āĻŋ? āĻŦāĻžā§œāĻŋāϤ⧇āχ āφāϛ⧇! Do you want to see them? They are all in this house itself!

āϚ⧁āĻĒ āϚ⧁āĻĒ āĨ¤ āĻļ⧁āύāϞ⧇ āĻŦāĻžā§œāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻšā§‹āϰ āφāϏāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āĨ¤ Shh! Thieves might overhear that you have these jewels in the house.

āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁āχ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻ—ā§ŸāύāĻž? āĻ āĻŦāĻžā§œāĻŋāϤ⧇ āϚ⧁āϰāĻŋ āĻ•āϰāĻžāϰ āĻŽāϤ āφāϰ⧋ āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁āχ āφāϛ⧇! Only jewels? There are many other things that are there to be stolen from this house. Satyam was throwing a bait.

āϏ⧇ āύ⧟ āϚ⧁āϰāĻŋ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āφāϰ āĻāĻ•āĻĻāĻŋāύ āφāϏāĻŦāĨ¤ Perhaps I will come back as a thief on some other day. Stella knew a bait when she saw one and toyed with it. āύāĻžāĻ•āĻŋ āĻ—ā§ƒāĻšāĻ¸ā§āĻĨ āϏāĻŽā§Ÿ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āĻšā§‹āϰāϕ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āφāϏāĻŦ⧇? Or will the owner go and give it to the thief? Stella smiled and threw a counter bait. āϝāĻžāχ āĻšā§‹āĻ•, āφāϜ āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āĻŦ⧇āϞāĻž āĻšāϞāĨ¤ āφāϜ āωāĻ āĻŋāĨ¤ Anyway, it's getting late. I need to take your leave.

āϏ⧇āĻ•āĻŋ? āĻāĻ–āύ āϤ⧋ āφāχāϏāĻ•ā§āϰāĻŋāĻŽ āφāϰ āĻŽāĻŋāĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻŦāĻžāĻ•āĻŋāĨ¤ What? We are yet to have desserts.

āφāϰ āĻāĻ•āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻšāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤ That will be another day. Stella got up

āϚāϞ⧋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻāĻ—āĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āĻĻāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āφāϏāĻŋāĨ¤ Ok, let me see you out. āĻāχ āϤ⧋āĻŽāϰāĻž āĻ–ā§‡ā§Ÿā§‡ āύāĻžāĻ“āĨ¤ You guys finish you desert. He almost gave an order to the others.

At the door, Stella turned and gave a radiant smile to her host. āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻžā§œāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻāϏ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϖ⧁āĻŦ āĻ­āĻžāϞ āϞ⧇āϗ⧇āϛ⧇ āϏāĻ¤ā§āϝāĻŽāĨ¤ āĻĨā§āϝāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ• āϝ⧁āĨ¤ I loved the lunch. Thank you.

āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻŦ⧇ āĻĄāĻžāĻ•āĻŦā§‹? When can I call you again?

āĻ•āĻŦ⧇ āϏ⧇āϟāĻž āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāĻĒāĻžāϰ, āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻāχ āύāĻžāĻŽāĻŦāĻžāϰ-āϟāĻž āύ⧋āϟ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āύāĻžāĻ“āĨ¤ ⧍ā§Ēā§Ē-ā§§ā§§ā§Šā§¯ āĨ¤ āχāĻšā§āϛ⧇ āĻšāϞ⧇āχ āĻ•āϞ āϕ⧋āϰāĨ¤ āϤāĻŦ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āϰāĻžāϤ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĨ¤ When you call is your choice, but note down this number Stella Bose 244-1139. Give me a call whenever you feel like it, but it's better that you call at night.

Two weeks and quite a few late night telephone calls later, Satyam showed up at a slightly seedy resort on Diamond Harbour Road that led south, out of Calcutta. It was a chilly winter evening but Satyam was dressed up in the finery of a typical Bengali babu - a white, addir panjabi or kurta decorated in the Lucknow chikon style, a fine white dhooti, or dhoti delicately creased along the edges and whose end was folded in a graceful, fan-like koncha that was dangling between his legs. He would have applied some Benarasi attar behind his ears but had been asked not to because Stella was very sensitive to any perfume other than what she wore herself.

The resort consisted of a number of small, elegant cottages all discreetly shielded from each other by trees, shrubs and hedges and was obviously designed for lovers' trysts. Payment was upfront and once this was paid, the staff and the management were trained to stay away allowing anyone to arrive and leave from any cottage without any kind intrusion into their privacy. At Stella's instance, Satyam had not brought his own car and driver but had arrived in the hired car that she had sent instead.

Satyam was a little puzzled when he was met on the verandah outside the door of the cottage by Torro who was lounging on a cane sofa. He was not expecting any third person tonight but Torro's dress and demeanor left him stunned. Gone were her jeans and T-shirt. This evening she was in a mini-skirt that stopped well short of her knees and a sleeveless singlet that was sheer enough to show not just her breasts but the dark outline of the aureola. On one hand she held a flute of sparkling wine. A cigarette dangled from her lips that were painted a dark blue to match the maskara on her kohl rimmed eyes.

āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāĻĄāĻžāĻŽā§‡āϰ āϏāĻŋāĻ—āĻžāϰ⧇āĻŸā§‡āϰ āϧ⧋āρ⧟āĻž āϏāĻšā§āϝ āĻšā§Ÿ āύāĻž, āϤāĻžāχ āφāĻĒāύāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻŦāĻžāχāϰ⧇ āĻ…āĻĒ⧇āĻ•ā§āώāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤ Madam is allergic to cigarette smoke. So I am waiting for you outside.

āĻ“āϰ⧇ āĻŦāĻžāĻŦāĻž āĨ¤ āϤāĻžāĻšāϞ⧇ āφāĻŽāϕ⧇āĻ“ āϤ⧋ āĻāĻ–āĻžāύ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āĻŽā§‡āϰ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧇āĻšā§ŸāĨ¤ Oh is that so. Then let me light one here.

āĻŸā§‡āύāĻļāύ āĻšāĻšā§āϛ⧇? Are you feeling tense? āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāĻĄāĻžāĻŽ āφāϜāϕ⧇ āĻāĻ•āĻĻāĻŽ āĻĢ⧁āϞāĻļāĻ¯ā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϰāĻžāϤ⧇āϰ āĻŽāϤ āĻ…āĻĒ⧇āĻ•ā§āώāĻž āĻ•āϰāϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ Madam is waiting for you like her honeymoon.

āϤāĻžāĻšāϞ⧇ āφāϰ āĻļ⧁āĻ­ āĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡ āĻĻ⧇āϰāĻŋ āϕ⧇āύ? āϭ⧇āϤāϰ⧇ āϚāϞāĻŋāĨ¤ Then what am I waiting for? Let me go inside. āĻāĻ• āĻŽāĻŋāύāĻŋāϟ āϏāĻžāĻ°ā§, āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āĻ•āĻžāϜ āφāϛ⧇āĨ¤ Just one minute sir, there is a little thing that needs to be done. āύāĻŋāύ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āϏāĻŋāĻ—āϰ⧇āϟ āϧāϰāĻžāĻŖāĨ¤ Please light a cigarette. Torro handed him an open pack of Benson & Hedges cigarettes.

Satyam pulled out one, lit it and took a long drag. He felt a lot relaxed now.

āĻ¸ā§āϝāĻžāϰāĨ¤ āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāĻĄāĻŽā§‡āϰ āĻĒā§āϝāĻžāϕ⧇āϟ-āϟāĻž ... Sir, where is the packet for Madam?

āĻ“āĻš, āϭ⧁āϞ⧇ āϗ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽāĨ¤ Oh I had forgotten. He fumbled in the pocket of his kurta and pulled out a white envelope āĻāχ āϤ⧋ āϗ⧁āύ⧇ āύāĻžāĻ“āĨ¤ Here it is, please count it.

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āĻ•āĻŋ āϝ⧇ āĻŦāϞ⧇āύāĨ¤ Do I really need to count? but nevertheless, she opened the envelope and pulled out a stack of currency notes that she counted very quickly.

āϚāϞ āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰ āϭ⧇āϤāϰ⧇ āϝāĻžāχāĨ¤ Lets go inside.

āϏāĻŋāĻ—āϰ⧇āϟ āĻļ⧇āώ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āύāĻŋāύāĨ¤ Let us finish our cigarettes. The two of them finished their cigarettes but Satyam was getting increasingly fidgety.

āϰāĻžāϤ āϤ⧋ āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āĻŦāĻžāĻ•āĻŋāĨ¤ The night is still young. Torro smiled at Satyam. āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāĻĄāĻžāĻŽā§‡āϰ āϖ⧇āϞāĻž āϤ⧋ āϏāĻŦ⧇ āĻļ⧁āϰ⧁āĨ¤ Madam has just started her game. āϚāϞ⧁āύāĨ¤ Let us go.

The room that they entered was brightly lit and well appointed. One one side, there were two comfortable sofas and a small glass topped table. On the other side there was a dresser over which hung a framed poster of Basic Instinct with Michael Douglas on the bed and naked Sharon Stone on top of him. At the far end, behind a colourful curtain was a closed door, that possibly led to another room.

āĻ¸ā§āĻŸā§‡āϞāĻž āĻ•ā§ˆ? Where is Stella?

āĻŽā§ā§ŸāĻžāĻĄāĻžāĻŽ āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āϤ⧈āϰāĻŋ āĻšā§Ÿā§‡ āύāĻŋāĻšā§āϛ⧇āύ, āφāĻĒāύāĻžāϰāĻŋ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ⧇āĨ¤ āφāĻĒāύāĻžāϕ⧇āĻ“ āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āϰ⧇āĻĄāĻŋ āĻšā§Ÿā§‡ āύāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻŦāϞ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ Madam is getting ready for your pleasure. She has also asked you to get ready for her.

āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤ āϤ⧈āϰāĻŋ āφāĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤ I am quite ready.

āφāĻšāĻž āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāĻ¸ā§āϤ āĻšāĻšā§āϛ⧇āύ āϕ⧇āύ? āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāĻĄāĻžāĻŽ āφāĻĒāύāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āĻ¸ā§āĻĒ⧇āĻļāĻžāϞ āĻĒā§āϞāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ Don't get impatient. Madam has a special plan for you.

āĻ•āĻŋ āĻĒā§āϞāĻžāύ? What plan?

āϚāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻŦ⧇āύ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āφāĻ›āĻŋ āφāĻĒāύāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻāϕ⧇āĻŦāĻžāϰ⧇ āϰ⧇āĻĄāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻŦāĨ¤ Don't worry, I am here to get you ready for her.

āύāĻŋāύ āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰ āφāĻĒāύāĻžāϰ āϜāĻžāĻŽāĻžāĻ•āĻžāĻĒ⧜ āϖ⧁āϞ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϞ⧁āύāĨ¤ Come, please take off your clothes.

āĻāĻâ€Œ āĻāχ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻžāĻŽāύ⧇? What? In front of you?

āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ•āϰāĻŦ⧇āύ āύāĻž āĻ¸ā§āϝāĻžāϰāĨ¤ āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāĻĄāĻžāĻŽ āϖ⧁āĻŦ āϞāĻžāϜ⧁āĻ•āĨ¤ āϚāϟ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϏāĻ•āϞ⧇āϰ āϏāĻžāĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ¨ā§ā§ŸāĻžāĻ‚āĻŸā§‹ āĻšā§Ÿā§‡ āĻŦ⧇āϰ⧁āϤ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āϞāĻœā§āϜāĻž āĻĒāĻžāύāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāχ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āĻšā§‡āĻ˛ā§āĻĒ āĻ•āϰāĻŋāĨ¤ Please don't mind sir, but madam is very coy. She is a very hesitant to appear naked in front of strangers. That is why I help her.

āύāĻŋāύ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϖ⧁āϞ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϞāϞāĻžāĻŽā§, āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰ āφāĻĒāύāĻŋ āϖ⧁āϞ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϞ⧁āύ See, I am taking off my clothes, now it is your turn.

Torro slipped out of her mini skirt giving Satyam a flash of her pubic bush! Now all she had on was a near transparent top that barely covered her butts. Then she unwrapped Satyam's long dhooti and pulled down his briefs, giving his balls a little squeeze. Satyam, who was still ogling at Torro's near nudity, was suddenly paralysed with lust. Next to go was his kurta and the vest inside and a slight push meant that he was on his back on the soft bed. Torro moved in quickly, spread his legs and started to fondle and scratch his balls. Satyam whimpered with pleasure and tried to reach out Torro's breasts that were clearly visible through her top.

āĻāχ āĻĻ⧁āĻˇā§āϟ⧁! āφāĻŽāĻžā§Ÿ āύ⧟āĨ¤ āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāĻĄāĻžāĻŽ āϤ⧋āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ⧇ āĻ…āĻĒ⧇āĻ•ā§āώāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇ āĻŦāϏ⧇ āφāϛ⧇āĨ¤ Not me you naughty boy. Madam is waiting for you.

She kept playing with her balls and waiting for his erection to harden up.

āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰ āωāϠ⧁āύ āĻ¸ā§āϝāĻžāϰ, āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāĻĄāĻžāĻŽā§‡āϰ āφāϏāĻžāϰ āϟāĻžāχāĻŽ āĻšā§Ÿā§‡ āĻāϏ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ Now please get up, Madam is about to arrive.

Torro pulled Satyam to his feet and then before he could realise anything, she slipped a soft, dark elastic band over his head and on his eyes. Satyam's world went dark as the eyeband fitted snugly over his face and cut off all light.

āĻāχ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻ•āϰāĻ›āĻŋāϏ? āĻ•āĻŋ āĻ•āϰāĻ›āĻŋāϏ? What are you doing? What are you doing.

There was a sudden panic in Satyam's voice that subsided as he felt Torro's lips on his hard penis. What was even better was her tongue flicking and licking the tip.

Satyam's world had gone totally dark and then, he heard her! Or rather the tinkling of her anklets -- the same tinkle that he had heard when Stella had come for lunch. Torro's lips had released his penis and he could feel her drawing back.

āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāĻĄāĻžāĻŽ, āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦāĻžāχāϰ⧇ āφāĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤ Madam, I am waiting outside.

Then he heard the sound of Stella's steps -- again accentuated by the tinkling anklets -- approaching.

"Stella ..." he croaked

"Shhh ...." she whispered and then the powerful fragrance of her unique and alien perfume pervaded throughout the room.

He felt a shiver of electric excitement as she touched him on his nose and then her hand was travelling down, down over his lips where they lightly entered his mouth and then slipped out and then past his chin, his throat, his hairy chest, his bloated belly, circled his belly button, poked through the heavy bush of his pubic hair and then ..

"Oh Oh Aah ... aah ..." at last Satyam found his voice, as he felt her finger on his balls playing with them and squeezing them lightly.

"Sshh ..." she quitened him again and then he felt her lips licking his big and hard penis.

"Aah Aah ..." Satyam groaned in pleasure. He felt his legs buckling beneath him but she had caught him by his buttocks and pressed his penis right right into her mouth.

Satyam gave a grunt as he felt her lips, her teeth nibbling at his erection and then in a swift movement, she had pushed him back on the bed and was climbing on top of him.

He felt the satin smoothness of her naked body -- that he had fantasized about for the last two week -- pressing into his hairy chest. He reached out in the darkness and grabbed her big, squishy breasts -- the nipples were already erect and ready for his waiting fingers. He twisted them and he heard her squeal! He gave another groan of pleasure.

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