From an idea by Mark
The real life Mark happens to share many people's fascination for Kira's Dalits. He wished to share a few adventures with them. I invited him with pleasure
Mark was a Senior accountant in a big GM cars outlet in Minneapolis. He had married Jenny, a pretty girl with long curly black hair, dark brown eyes and a very cute face. She was buxom and her large breasts were crowned with big dark nipples. She was quite proud of her beautiful breasts and their so sensitive buds. She could have been some trophy wife for him but he really loved her. They had had soon a daughter who was now at college. They had a cozy life with Jenny, now 35, trying hard to be the perfect housewife.
That was then that the crisis hit the States with car sales plummeting down. The company was coerced into massive layoffs. Mark knew that his company wouldn't survive in these conditions. Obama's measures were effective but it was just too late for them... Mark had rapidly looked for another job and it had been quite difficult in the States. He had had a discussion with Jenny and he had started to look for opportunities abroad. He had finally found a US company which had delocalized its production and accounting services in India. They could find there all the staff they needed with all the required training but the administration board was adamant to have an American man or woman in charge to abide to the complex tax laws in USA...
Mark was finally hired and they moved to India. They were sad leaving their country and their friends and relatives but it was a new departure for them and they would be able to pay the tuition of their daughter. The only drawback was that Mark's new company had chosen not to install its headquarters in some big town such as New Delhi or Mumbai but in some not so big town in Hindustan. There was no Buddha bar or active nightlife there, just a luxury hotel built into the former palace of a Maharajah's family. The wife of the present heir had restored the crumbling palace, transforming it into a gold mine. The crisis had hit it too. Mark was told that the waiting line had been reduced from one year to three months and Princess Kira had opened the bar and swimming pool to non resident people. Jenny seemed to have developed a fad for this hotel and she often went there to take advantage of its amenities.
Mark had rapidly settled in his new job as chief accountant of the company. Work hours were even longer than in the USA. He arrived to his office around 09:00 AM and returned after about a twelve hours non stop work. He had just a thirty minutes break to eat sandwiches brought to the office by a swarm of delivery men on bicycles that seemed never to make mistakes. Mark's salary was about half what he earned in the States but the rent was paid by the company and food and services were at ridiculous prices ; for one hundred dollars, they had someone, a Dalit woman, to clean the house and prepare food and another one for the laundry. Being a westerner, he wouldn't feel soiled by the contact of a Dalit and they rarely received Indian visitors. Mark could have also afforded a chauffeur if he hadn't preferred driving his own car.
The only problem was his wife Jenny: she was alone all the day long with nothing to do as all the chores were done by the servants... She remained in bed late and went to Kyrhan's palace bar. She spent the afternoon there drinking Daiquiris and goyave juice on the edge of the swimming pool. A pretty woman staying desperately alone is sure to attract attention : many customers made passes at her, offering her drinks and coming to discuss with her but she always declined the offer. She was just not interested to chat with other people.
The only thing that seemed to take her out of her torpor was when the Dalits team of the hotel was called for : mowing the lawn, watering the plantations, making trenches and holes to plant new trees and such things... Jenny kept an eye on them, admiring their muscles, their tanned bodies, their handsome faces and their piercing eyes. She always felt a thrill deep under her stomach spying on them but she would never have the guts to discuss with them.
They were often accompanied by a beautiful white woman wearing a simple saree. Her role was unclear : at some moments, she gave the Dalits orders to organize work, just like a boss but at other moments, she served them food and drinks like a lowly servant. This woman was a puzzling mystery. There was also another woman, with an aristocratic face and posture that came to visit the Dalits. Jenny knew she was Kira, the hotel manager. She had a tanned face and Jenny couldn't decide whether she was European or Indian. She always wore with perfect elegance a richly embroidered saree that looked just as if she had always worn one. The Dalits showed her the deepest respect, looking as if they would kiss the place where she had put her feet! Both women kissed on the cheeks whenever they met and chatted like old friends.
Jenny's interest had been so evident that the two women couldn't miss it. Kira smiled back to her and came to her one day.
- How can I help you, Miss?
- My name is Jenny and I am fascinated by your team of Dalits : they appear to be so strong and well built and they work in perfect coordination with very little verbal exchanges : it's so unusual! They are very impressive!
Kira watched her with a slight smile. She finally replied to Jenny :
- Would you like to be in more direct contact with them? My friend Leena is my delegate with the workers and she also serves them food and drinks as you must have noticed it. Would you like to help her?
- Of course, Miss... How should I call you?
- Formally, I'm the princess Kira Singh, the wife of Prince Kyrhan. In presence of the Dalits, you may call me just Princess and when we are alone with Leena, you can call me simply Kira!
- Then I am at your orders, prin... Kira!
- My first suggestion would be for you to put on some more adequate clothes. It's too hot to keep European clothes. You had better switch to Indian clothes with loose skirts, short blouses and most of your belly exposed to the air.
- As you want, Kira. I will go for some shopping.
- Don't bother! Leena will accompany you. Leena,, take her to the saree maker and buy for her a few cotton work sarees and a more formal one. We'll have her trousseau completed later! Buy her also matching ear rings, a head piece and a collar...
- I've Jeans if you want, Kira!
- Nope, Jenny! If you want to work with my team, it will be on my conditions! I want you to appear totally Indian to a stranger.: Are you married?
- Yes, Kira!
- Then your husband is in for a big surprise : his wife will be completely transformed into an Indian girl when he comes back home. I want you to keep your Indian clothes, at any time, even at home!
Jenny had agreed. She was completely disconcerted : she had recognized to a stranger her interest for the Dalits, something she would never have recognized even to her mother and now she was accepting orders from this pretty but so authoritative woman. And her orders were now infringing on her behavior with her husband : what would he think if she welcomed him home wearing a saree and the heavy traditional jewels. That woman was clearly a bully and she hated being bullied around!
Kira left them, putting an end to the discussion by giving a peck to Leena and then to Jenny, to her complete surprise! Jenny watched her hurrying to her office and turned toward Leena.
- She is always like that, deciding everything for every one? Does anybody try to resist this tidal wave?
- For what reasons? You'll soon find that all her decisions are wise : I just do what she has ordered me. Do you have any objection? No, then we can go the saree maker. I'll show you how to wear this garment there!
Jenny tried to resist but her arguments were shattered successively : she thought that her cotton dress was light but the cotton sarees were twice lighter and the silk saree was like a feather. Her blouse perfectly protected her bust but she had to recognize that she felt way cooler with her belly uncovered. She felt naked in front of strangers with her navel in full view and her belly exposed but the sales attendant showed her that she was the center of attention with her westerner clothes and she went unnoticed in her Indian outfit. The jewels she was presented were far too ornate and she preferred very simple earrings but she had to admit that with the saree covering her head, the elaborate collar, the heavy ear rings and the jewel on the middle of her forehead, her pretty face was transformed : she almost looked like some Bollywood actress! Mark would surely love it!
As they walked toward the palace, Jenny realized that she had kept none of the clothes she had worn on the way out : she had now a triangle bra, almost invisible under her choli, a petticoat and a saree with the seven folds neatly formed in the front. Even her shoes, her precious Converse had been replaced by tongs with flat heels. Her knickers had been replaced by some local equivalent, more a loincloth than anything else! A red bindi was decorating her forehead. Leena drew her into a photographer's booth. She took several photos, leaving her just one to show to Mark. Leena told her she would soon see what use she would find for these photographs...
- Tomorrow morning, I'll need you at half past eight in the lobby, in the same outfit!
On the next morning, Leena half expected that Jenny had chickened out. She had told Kira that she had been too direct and must have scared the young woman. The husband's reaction could also have been quite negative... When Leena opened the door dividing the harem aisle and the hotel, she discovered Jenny waiting patiently for her arrival. She had not reclined on one of the lush sofas but had remained standing up. Leena appreciated that kind of respect : Jenny didn't consider herself as a guest but as a member of the staff already! It was a good point for her. Leena decided this pretty American girl was worth taking some time to train her!
- So you really want to meet the Dalits, Jenny!
- Yes, Leena! I would do anything for that opportunity!
- Anything? That could be just what will be expected from you!
- What? I didn't understand!
- Just a private joke! Never mind. What did your hubbie thought of your change of look?
- When he entered, he pulled back in haste, thinking he had entered the home of someone else, then he had thought that I was one of the servants... When he realized it was me, he took me in his arms and confided he had dreamed I would wear such an Indian outfit. It is some of his fantasies, it seems.
- So he liked you wearing a saree?
- He was beaming! You had told me to propose him to change into my normal clothes but he hastily declined the offer. I had to serve him food standing up and sit on my knees on the sofa to watch TV with him and he kept ogling me. One hour after the dinner as we were watching CNN news, he just pushed me on the sofa and mounted me while I was fully clothed : that was something he hadn't done for years, since a few months after our marriage.
