A friend in need

Lalitha was unaware of the laughter around her. The call she just attended was like a ghost from the past, a ghost she thought was gone for good. It belonged to a colleague of hers from her first workplace. Five years ago, almost in another life, Lalitha had borrowed 20,000 from her. She promised to pay it back in a month, but she wouldn’t have been able. The colleague would have been good enough not to force her to repay the money immediately and the debt would have remained. A few months later, the girl’s marriage was restored in a hurry to a man who worked in the UK. The girl resigned and was caught in the middle of the crazy rush that usually accompanies an Indian wedding. In the middle of that, she called Liitha and gave her account number. She said to put the money in the account. A week later, the lady had left India with her husband. Lalitha wanted to pay the lady back. But she kept putting it off until she forgot everything. From time to time it would appear in her memory and then disappear for a long time.

But today the dreaded call had come. The lady was in India on vacation and angry. She seemed more angry that Lalitha had lost contact with her… And she accused her of robbing her money. Then she outlined the effort she had made to track her down and gave her until the next night to pay her back with the interest accumulated over the past five years. She threatened to file a police complaint if the money wasn’t in her account the next night.

Lalitha felt cold sweat breaking on the back of her neck wondering what she’d do. Her husband had no idea about the debt and if he ever knew it would mean another fight over her habit of borrowing money from people.

She went to the bar and ordered a cup of hot coffee when her mind took over the possibilities. Before she had finished coffee, she had decided - she would approach Vinod, her husband’s best friend. On more than one occasion when they had their back to the wall, Vinod had helped them. Even right now, they owed him a decent sum of money. She was sure he’d have the money, help her and keep it from her husband. She picked up her cell phone and called Vinod’s number.

“I need to meet you,” she told him after the usual pleasantries.

“Sure, I’ll come by at night,” he offered.

No. We need to meet without Girish knowing. I’ll explain when I see you."

There was a break before Vinod moved on.

“Lalitha, are you all right?” asked him, his voice full of concern.

“No, I’m not. But I can’t talk right now. But I have to meet you.”

“Okay. Calm down. Tell me where you are, and I’ll pick you up.”

She told him the name of the resort where her company had brought them to celebrate the release of a new product. He promised to come in an hour. After she stopped calling, she felt her muscles getting easier. Vinod would help her and this problem would pass.

She waited impatiently for him to come. Her eyes were constantly on the entrance to the hall. At five minutes after the hour she saw his famous big figure in the doorway. His dark eyes scanned the audience for her.

She got up and waved at him. His face lit with a brilliant smile that drove her clouds away.

“Hello,” she said when she approached him. “Thank you for taking the trouble.”

“No problem. But what is this all about?”

“I’ll tell you in the car. Give me a minute to apologize.”

Soon they zoom on the highway to the city.

“Okay, I’m dying of tension here,” he said after they settled down.

I need your help. But Girish can never know. Never!"

But Lalitha…

“Please. I don’t have anyone else. You’re my only hope out of this.”

“But from what?”

“I need money today.”

The break was longer than she wanted and for a moment she thought he’d say he didn’t have one.

“Why wouldn’t Girish know?”

“It’s an old debt, from before my marriage…” She told him the whole story.

“Why can’t you tell him? It’s not like you took the money after the wedding. It was before he made the rule that you couldn’t borrow money from people.”

’ It’s more complicated than that. Because you’re not married, you wouldn’t understand."

He drove in silence for a while. Lalitha felt the old fear coming over her. If Vinod refused, she was in the cold.

She looked at their parking lot when Vinod’s car drove into the building. Her husband wasn’t home.

They drove quietly into the elevator. Vinod went straight to his door that was next to hers and opened the door he walked into his apartment, leaving the door open behind him. She read it as an indication that she would follow him.

“Coffee?” He asked.

“I’ll make it,” she offered. He loved her coffee and accepted her offer.

When she made coffee, she could hear him in the bedroom. She was wondering where she was going. He certainly didn’t seem to help her. When she brought the coffee, he walked out of his bedroom.

“How are you gonna repay me?” he asked her after he took his first sip.

Lalitha felt her hope returning.

“I will find a way, I promise.”

He shook his head slowly.

“Lalitha, you know as well as I do that you can pay me back without Girish knowing.”

His voice was kind and gentle.

“No Vinod! I promise I will pay you back.”

“What if I give you another option?”

“What option?”

“I lend you the money, but you can pay me back in something other than money.”

“What do you mean?”

He took a long sip from his cup and a few deep traits on his cigarette.

“You”

She was waiting for him to move on. It took her a while to realize the punishment was complete.

“What do you mean?” she asked, almost fully knowing what the answer would be.

“You Lalitha. I’ll give you $20,000 in exchange for you.”

Please tell me you don’t mean what I think you mean.

“You’re thinking hard. I want your body as a toy.”

Are you crazy? If Girish ever finds out…"

“He doesn’t. At least I won’t tell him. And I don’t think you want to tell him either. It would take your guilt out.”

No, not this, please.

“Lalitha, you’re a beautiful woman,” he said when he got up from his couch and sat next to her. His palm reached to her face and combed a lock of hair that fell on her face.

She wanted to get rid of him, but fear kept her in place - fear that if she didn’t handle this properly she was in big trouble the next night.

“What would this deal involve?”

“Everything,” he replied. “Your body will be mine for sexual satisfaction.”

“It’s too risky,” she told him.

Leave that to me. I assure you I will put us both in danger. Girish will never know we’re having sex. All you got to do is decide. whether you take the offer or not."

Her mind ran into overdrive when she assessed her situation. Almost from the moment she started, she knew it was hopeless.

“When can I have the money?”

“The moment we do the photo shoot,” he told her.

“What photo shoot?” She asked him surprised.

Naked pictures of you, he informed her. “I will keep this with my lawyer with instructions that if anything happens to me, Girish will be shown those photos.”

“Don’t you trust me?” She asked him, although the thought of staying away from him after she had the money had crossed her mind.

“No,” he replied simply.

“I cannot agree to this arrangement,” she finally told him.

Good, he said. “You brought it up, I told you my terms. If you don’t like them, you can reject me.”

She got up and left his apartment without a word and went next to hers. Once in the door she felt her knees go away and fell to the ground. She shivered with fear and anger. She felt like she was dragged through the dirt, felt unclean. She felt the need for a warm bath and herself to pick up she went into her bedroom. She took off her clothes until she was in her underwear. When she went to the bathroom, she saw her reflection in the mirror. She stopped and studied herself. At 5" she was not tall, but her body was well maintained and proportional to her height. Her hair came down in waves to her shoulder. Her 34D breasts were firmly in her bra. She reached behind her and unlocked the closure and dropped it to the ground. Her breasts retain their shape even without the support of the bra. Her body narrowed to her waist before flying sexy on her hips. She cut her thumbs on her panties and pulled them down. The thick spot of pubic hair was all that could be seen, underneath was one of the easiest exciting cunts. Her hips narrowed down her thighs and ended up at her feet.

She had to agree that any man would want her. She wondered what it would be like with Vinod.

Would he be as sensitive as her husband? Would he last longer than the fifteen minutes that the maximum Girish had ever hit? Was he bigger than Girish?

She caught herself jumping herself because she even thought of the creep.

On the dressing table was her phone diary. She sat on the stool and picked it up. She looked through every page and wondered who she could ask for help. By the time she reached the last magazine, she knew she was beaten.

She answered her cell phone and called Vinod.

“Please help me,” she cried in the phone, her tears flowing now.

“You know what to do,” he said calmly.

“I’m naked now,” she whispered in the phone. “Come and take your pictures.”

“I’m coming,” he said, and the line was cut.

Soon her front door called. She grabbed a towel to cover herself and then decided to go against it. She walked naked to the door, after she looked through the peephole to make sure it was him and that he was alone, she opened the door. He came in quick and locked the door behind him. She stepped back and let him get a good look at her nakedness. She was uncomfortable when his eyes overwhelmed her body. Her thoughts went back to many cases when she caught him controlling her, but she had fired them, never really proposing what he was really thinking about.

“Kneel down,” he told her. His voice was immediately firm and trembling.

“Why?”

“Just do it,” he said with a touch of impatience.

She got on her knees.

“Now hold your hands for you, as if you were sacrificing yourself to me,” he said.

She came to see him and held her arms out.

Smile. I want you to seduce me in that smile."

“I really don’t…”

“DO IT”

She looked at the floor and imagined giving her body to him. She imagined her need and need and then looked at the camera and smiled a full, rich, warm smile. He shot the frame after her plea.

“Okay, you can get up,” he told her.

She stood on her feet quickly, ashamed and angry at what he made her do.

“I put on some clothes,” she told him, thinking he was ready.

“Wait, we’re not done,” he said.

“What more do you want?” she asked him.

“Much more, but only a few for today. Remember that Girish basketball t-shirt? Put that on and shorts. No clothes. Put on some light makeup.”

“This is too much.”

You think so? Then there’s a surprise for you. Don’t waste time, go on."

She ran away from him and when she did she felt his eyes burning her skin. She opened Girish’s wardrobe and grabbed his t-shirt and then a few shorts of her. She put them on and sat in front of the mirror. She put the brush through her hair. She remembered that he always reacted well when she combed her hair like that.

The thought made her stop short. She was surprised how easily she slipped to please him. Then she thought about the money and decided to play along. She made sure her hair was exactly the way he liked it. She brushed some powder on her face and touched her lipstick. When she liked what she saw, she got up and left.

“You look great,” he said with sincere appreciation.

“Stand in the doorway of your bedroom. Lean on the side of the door, arm above you, leg bent.” He pointed her.

She did what he asked her to do, and realized that her left breast would be exposed. She started covering for it.

“No, don’t,” he said.

He clicked a few pictures of her there. Then he said, “Come sit on the couch.”

She went into the living room and sat on the couch he had pointed.

“Spread your legs, pull your pants aside and play with yourself.”

“Are you crazy?”

He said with a smile.

She knew it was pointless and spread her legs for him. She pulled her pants off over her pussy and spread her lips, all the time he kept clicking away. She found her clit and started playing with it. It felt strangely sexy to do it looking at her and she felt excited about the whole thing. Soon she didn’t act and enjoyed herself. She didn’t know his camera had gone into video mode and he recorded her himself. She came hard and at the end she was tired and wanted to be fucked. She caught herself hoping he’d fuck her.

“Come here and kneel before me,” he said.

As she walked towards him, he flirted with his zipper and produced his hard penis.

She didn’t need to be told what to do. She held his penis to the base and pointed it in her mouth. She started sucking him, consciously clicking away. With her free hand she kneaded his balls and kneaded them gently. She thought he was close to ejaculation and wanted it to be over.

“I’m coming,” he said.

“Hmmm” admitted them.

“Take me in your mouth and I want to see the sperm on your tongue. Understand?”

She tried to pull away, but he took her hair and held her in place.

“Don’t stop now if all bets are off,” he said through balled teeth.

She wanted to protest, but decided it wasn’t the best time. She felt him tight and held her tongue out as she pumped his shaft. She sprayed sperm on her face and then the second charge fell on her tongue. She pumped him until he had nothing left to give. She heard him clicking away, capturing her at her sluttyest.

“Continue now,” he told her.

She shook her head.

“Do it or you’re history, I promise you.”

She closed her eyes and let the sperm slip down her throat. She started gagging and he caught everything.

Keep your mouth open and smile like a satisfied cat.

She did what she was told.

“Good girl,” he finally said. “Give me 10 minutes as I go and send these pictures to my lawyer, and put the money in your account. When I get back, I want you in your bridal bed on your wedding bed. Clear?

“My bridal sire?”

“Yes, in your bridessare. I’ve always dreamed of Girish’s wife. Without that label, you’re useless to me.”

She was shocked and defeated. She wanted to cry, but she didn’t want him to have that fun.

“Don’t transfer it to my account. He’ll know. I’ll give you my friend’s account details.”

She opened her bag and gave him the paper.

He took it and left.

Then she fell to the ground and cried. When she cried her fingers went to her cunt and she started fingering herself, “Vinod. Vinod. Vinod kept moaning when she still had an orgasm.