When Divya went to the counter to pay, it was empty. She looked around. That's when a door behind the counter opened and Mehra came out with a wide smile on his face. He was holding a folded sheet of paper in his hand.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked.
"The question is, what do you owe me?" Mehra shamelessly leered at her and said.
"Excuse me?"
"Come into my office for a minute."
Divya did not like where this was going.
"Please, I am in a hurry. Here." she dropped a 100 rupee note on the table. "I'll collect the change tomorrow."
"WAIT!" Mehra loudly said. "take a look at this."
A couple of the people sitting at computers around him looked up.
He handed Divya the folded sheet of paper. Divya opened it, and her throat went dry. Printed on the paper, in black and white, was a picture of her sitting naked in the booth, her legs spread open.
"Now, miss, would you like to discuss this in the open or in my office?"
"Office." Divya whispered, almost at the verge of tears.
"Good." Mehra nodded. "Raju, take care of the counter for a while."
He said to an employee sitting in the corner, and walked into his office. Divya meekly followed him.
Mehra closed the door behind her and walked to a desk with a big computer screen on it. He turned the screen towards Divya and hit a button on the keyboard. A video-clip of Divya started playing, showing her taking her clothes off. Divya closed her tearful eyes and looked away.
"So you are running some sort of a sleazy webcam business from my cafe?" Mehra said accusingly.
"It's not like that." Divya opened her eyes, keeping her gaze away from the screen, and said. "That is my fiance from America. We are getting married soon."
"Don't lie to me. Girls from good families don't do such things in public net cafes."
"I swear to god. I swear on my mother's life." Divya pinched her throat and said. She was terrified.
"Maybe I should just call the police and let them decide. Even if you were not running some sleazy business, you were naked in a public place, which is against the law."
Mehra actually wasn't sure about the legal threat he was making. In fact he was sure that if he went to the police, he'd get arrested. He had seen this beautiful vixen go into a private booth everyday, and on a whim, decided to use spyware to see what she was doing. He had installed a software that one of his friends suggested, and fixed his settings such that the stream from its webcam would be replicate on his office computer.
When Divya came in, he was hoping that he would get to see something interesting. But as the events unfolded, he was pleasantly surprised at how much explicit evidence he had. With all this in his hand, he was sure he could browbeat Divya into doing anything he wanted.
"Please sir, don't call the police." Divya said. "I will give you whatever money I have."
"Shut up! I am not interested in your money."
Mehra walked around the desk and approached Divya. He grabbed her cheeks with his right hand. His heart skipped a beat at how soft and supple her skin was. He then turned her head so she was facing the screen.
"Open your eyes and look. Look how shamelessly you are sitting there, buck naked on my chair, in my booth, spreading your legs."
He then grabbed her breast with his other hand.
"Showing off these big tits."
"Please sir, I am from a good family. I am getting married into a good family. I made a mistake. Please let me go!" Divya was now crying and begging.
"Shut up! These pleas aren't going to get you anywhere. Stop crying or I will call the police right away."
Divya wiped her tears and choked back her sobs. She was in a real predicament. If this guy called the police, her parents would find out. The wedding would be called off. her life would be ruined.
"Now miss Divya. If you want me not to go to the cops and post this on the internet, let's first start by you showing me a close glimpse of what I have seen on video anyway."
"What?" Divya asked.
"Strip, you bitch!" Mehra said in a menacing tone. "You have five seconds to start stripping."
Divya instantly started taking her kameez off. And then stood there, hoping this would be enough. But it wasn't. Mehra reached behind her and unhooked her bra. It fell away, exposing her big pendulous breasts. Mehra instantly started fondling and licking them.
Divya stood motionless, fighting back tears, as the dirty old man's rough fat hands mauled her tits. She could not believe that the first male hands playing with her tits belonged not to her handsome fiance, but to this sleazy net cafe owner. But what she hated the most was that her body was actually reacting favorably to this male touch.
Divya was a red blooded virile woman of 21 who had never felt any sensuous male contact. She was like a bottled up volcano. And as much as her mind, conditioned by years of orthodox values, was hating what was happening, her starved body was disobeying her and responding happily.
Mehra noticed her quickened breath, the goosebumps, and the shivering and was delighted to note that this little bitch was actually enjoying what he was doing. He kissed her on the lips clumsily. She tried to turn away, but he held her head in place and thrust his fat tongue inside her mouth. Not wanting to waste any time, he opened the knot of her salwar thread. It fell down. He then lowered her panties too, and admired her neat bush hiding her luscious pussy that he had seen on the screen.
"Oh wow! I cannot wait to fuck this delicious cunt."
Fuck? FUCK???? Massive alarm bells went off in Divya's head. She immediately dropped to her knees, naked, and grabbed Mehra's feet. She started crying and saying,
"No please. Please Mr. Mehra. Please let me go. I am a virgin. If you take my virginity, my husband will leave me on the wedding night."
"Don't blubber." Mehra bent down and tried to pull Divya up, but her grip on his feet was too strong. he saw her young full ass jutting out as she bent over and spanked it a couple of times.
