Neetu was a hard working woman. Indeed, she had done it hard most of her life. She was born into a relatively well to do family in India, but was married off at a fairly young age to a man whom she had never met before. Like a lot of arranged marriages, her husband was much older than she was, and in Neetu's case, Kumar was a full 20 years older.
She was only 25 years old when Kumar moved their whole young family to the US. He said that they would find hope and opportunity there. Instead, Kumar found prescription pills and Neetu found herself the sole breadwinner for the family. So while he went only disability support, she ended up supporting not only her husband pill habit, but also supporting her children.
And that was where she found herself 20 years later, still a working mom some, grinding out an existence working in a local store. Even though she was now in her late 40's and just an average looking Indian mom, she did notice the occasional flirty customer or co-worker who paid her a bit more attention than usual. She was about 5 foot 5, with softly gently curves and round C-cup breasts. While the breasts did garner some attention, what the guys really appreciated was her soft, round butt which wobbled slightly when she walked. Her long, dark hair framed her deep soulful eyes, and her mid-brown skin was unusually smooth for someone of her age. Most people would have guessed that she was just under 40.
But while guys may have made the occasional pass at her, she turned down all offers that came her way. Despite Neetu's frustrations with her unsatisfactory husband, her typically conservative upbringing did not really allow her to consider an extra-marital affair. And she certainly wouldn't consider a divorce; her in-laws (and indeed her own family) would never let her live down that shame.
And so it seemed Neetu would live out the rest of her life, stuck in an unfulfilling marriage that appeared to have no end. That is, until the fateful day when Mitch walked into her life.
Neetu was the last person left in the store, as usual. She was never really in a rush to get home, with her son already at college and a husband at home who she really didn't want to see, and thus she was often the last one there. She was just in the process of shutting everything down when someone came in through the entrance.
"I'm sorry, but we are closed for the day," she said, without looking up. "We open again at 9am tomorrow."
Heavy footsteps approached.
"I'm not interested in buying anything. I am more interested in you, Neetu," said a strange, slightly threatening male voice.
She looked up, shocked that a stranger knew her name. A tall, young man, maybe in his mid 20's was approaching the counter. He was a bit more than 6 foot, lean and muscular. Loose curls of blonde hair peeked out under the hoodie he was wearing. But what stuck Neetu the most was the piercing blue eyes that stared straight at her from the hoodie...cold, calculating eyes that almost looked through her.
"Ummm, what can I do for you?" she asked nervously. "And how do you know my name?"
"Your husband told me. You see, I'm one of his drug dealers."
She knew it! It was that no good husband of her. Causing trouble for her again. The threatening man introduced himself at Mitch.
"Kumar is behind in his payments," he continued. "I went over to your place to collect, but he was barely awake. He told me he had no cash on him, so he sent me here, Neetu. Now it's time to pay up."
She breathed out a long sigh. "OK, how much?"
"Fifteen."
She reached into her purse under the counter and pulled out $15. The man on the other side of the counter looked at the money, then at Neetu and laughed.
"I mean, fifteen grand, lady."
"What?!" she almost screamed. "How could he owe that much?"
"Hey, I deal good stuff. And that is interest as well. He is way behind in his payments, like I said."
"My gosh! I don't have that kind of money on me!" Neetu had to think fast. "Come to the back office."
The man followed her to the office safe. There was a loose change box that no-one really paid much attention to. Maybe there would be something in there.
She bent over the safe. She was just wearing a pair of jeans and a company polo shirt. Unbeknownst to her, Mitch was checking out her rear end as the jeans tightened around her bent over body. 'Not a bad looking piece of ass,' he thought to himself.
She unlocked the box and started to count up the dollar bills and change. It would never be enough, that much was obvious.
"Ummm, why don't you give me your card, and I will get the rest for you when the bank opens tomorrow. Just think of this as a down payment."
Mitch considered this for a little while. But not for long.
"Look, Neetu, this is ridiculous. This is, what like 5% of what Kumar owes me. This is a big debt, and I want it paid back. I have a reputation to protect."
