Adultery Whorrorscopes

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POSTING A SHORT STORY FROM E-MAIL DATA BANK WHICH WAS POSTED IN ONE OF THE YAHOO GROUPS IN 2012.

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UPDATE 1

Avinash woke with a start, his heart pounding, his body streaming with sweat. He sat up, looking around wildly. The nightmare was vivid: He could recall every minute.

He looked around in confusion, his body cold, his stomach churning with horror. He realised that he was in his own room, in his bed. The thick drapes were drawn. He lurched out of bed and pulled back the curtains.

Bright sunlight streamed in. He winced and squinted, turning away. The clock showed ten o'clock in the morning. His head pounded. He lurched to the bathroom and bent over the sink, splashing water on his face.

For a minute, he stood by the basin, his chest heaving. The bile rose in his mouth and he retched violently. His legs like lead, he staggered back to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

The telephone jangled. Avinash winced and groped for the receiver.

"Avinash, it's me."

"Kavita," he said in response to her hello.

She began crying and he sat up immediately.

"Hey, doll, what's the matter? Why're you crying?" he asked.

She didn't reply.

"Hey, kid. What's up? Come on, tell me!"

"Avinash --"

"What? What?"

"Look outside your door."

"Outside the door? What's outside the door?"

"Go, Avinash. Please."

"Hang on. Be right back."

He dropped the receiver and raced to the door. There was bulky parcel on his threshold, heavily sealed. He picked it up curiously, turning it over in his hand and went back.

"What's this?" he said into the phone.

"Open it."

He turned it over. Except for his name, scrawled in large black letters on the face, there was no indication of its contents or the sender's name. His head bent, holding the receiver between his shoulder and cheek, he ripped the seal open and pulled out the contents.

There was an unlabelled video-cassette and a dozen large colour prints. Avinash froze. The photographs were pin-sharp, beautifully printed on glossy paper.

Kavita and a man.

Kavita and two men.

Kavita and three men.

Kavita and a woman.

Kavita and him.

Him and another woman.

All fucking.

Avinash's heart skipped a beat and the prints fell to the floor.

"What -- what's this?" he gasped into the phone. "Kavita what's this?"

"You tell me."

"I -- I don't know -- when -- how --"

"Oh god, Avinash. What're we going to do? It's us!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said softly, his heart pounding wildly. "This -- this cassette. What's in it? You got one, too?"

"Yes. I think -- see it, Avinash --"

"Oh fuck." He dropped the receiver and rushed to his video and, fumbling with the tape, slotted into the machine and started the unit.

The screen flickered and came to life and he lurched back to the telephone, grabbing it, staring wild-eyed at the screen.

It showed Kavita moaning in lust, fondling herself as she sucked a man's cock. He was one of the men from the photographs. Avinash watched in horror and jabbed the fast forward button on the remote control.

The beautifully shot film showed Kavita being fucked by all the men in the photographs, including him, and five more men, sucking their cocks, taking them in her cunt and mouth and ass, the men coming, Kavita coming, Kavita and the woman writhing together. He groaned loudly.

"Oh my god, Kavita -- who -- who did this -- what -- when -- why?"

"I don't know!" she wailed, crying again. "I don't know! I don't remember!"

Avinash realised that his nightmare was being played out on the screen. He slapped the stop button.

"Hang on, babe," he muttered into the phone. "Just stay where you are. I'm coming across."

"Hurry, Avinash," she sobbed. "Please hurry. I'm so scared!"

Avinash dropped the receiver, swept the photographs into the envelope, ejected the videotape and crammed it in with the photographs.

Within minutes he had washed and changed and, envelope in hand, was racing down the stairs and out onto the street.

He flagged a taxi and, giving the cab-driver another ten rupees, persuaded him to take the inner streets. The car rocketed down towards Kavita's house.

She was alone at home, weeping inconsolably, when he arrived. She clung to him, sobbing and moaning in fear and shame.

Avinash didn't know what to say. She showed him the photographs she'd received. They were different from the ones he'd got.

So was her videotape. Avinash was stunned. How many more of these were around?

The telephone rang and they both jumped. It rang again. They looked at each other uncertainly, at the telephone, ringing insistently. He nodded to her to answer it.

Nervously, Kavita picked up the telephone and mumbled a hello into it. She listened and her face went white, then crumpled and she sank to the floor against the wall, sobbing hysterically. Avinash grabbed the phone.

"Who the fuck is this?" he snarled.

"Gently, gently, my friend," said a smooth, silken voice. "You have received our little gift?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

"That is irrelevant, surely."

"Fuck you, asshole!"

The voice laughed softly. "She did. Watch the tape. And it was her ass, not mine, if you look carefully."

"Who are you, damn it?"

"Let's just say I'm one of the men who -- shall we say – knew your girlfriend, in the Biblical sense yesterday. Actually, I fucked her brains out. She loved it."

"I'll kill you!"

"Not a recommended course of action, friend. Consider your position. You don't know me, can't get to me. And I could just about ruin the two of you. What you've got is just a teaser. There's more. Plenty more. Two full video-tapes. Non-stop fucking of the girl."

"You fucking bastard!"

"Actually, you're right. I do fuck. On tape. However. My legitimacy isn't in issue here."

"What do you want?"

"Ah. Now we seem to be getting somewhere."

"Oh. Blackmail."

"Emphatically."

"How much?"

"Money? Oh dear me, no. Never. No money. You can't afford us."

"What? What do you want then?"

The voice laughed again. "I should have thought it was obvious. You, evidently. Or, rather, her. We want her. For more fun and games. Touchy-feely. Fuckety-fuckety. More porn film shooting. Today."

"Forget it."

"Please consider. I have prints and copies of the tapes at hand. Ready for circulation. The consequences could be unpleasant. Especially for her."

"Fuck off!"

"Be calm young man. Why don't you ask her? Think over it. I'll call back in five minutes. Incidentally, I should tell you this. The best footage in the film was shot by you."

The voice cackled.

The line went dead. Avinash dropped it, ashen-faced and turned to Kavita.

"They want us back, don't they?" she said in a dull voice, not looking up.

Avinash dropped his eyes, and didn't reply.

"They want me. They want to fuck me. All of them. And take more photographs. And movies."

"Yes," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Yes."

"It's blackmail."

"Yes."

Kavita closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks. Avinash felt dizzy with the strain. He sank beside her.

 

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UPDATE 2


"They'll call back." His voice was hard and flat.

"Yes."

"I'll say --"

"Yes. Say yes."

"What?" Avinash looked at her slowly.

"Say yes, Avinash. Say yes."

"Kavita!"

"Shut up, Avinash. We don't have a choice. They'll finish us! My parents will murder me! They'll die!"

"We -- we can't -- give in to this!"

"Oh? And what choice do we have?"

"We -- we could do something! We must do something!"

She looked at him, frighteningly calm, her eyes hard and flat, her voice cold.

"Really? What can we do? Go to the police? Tell our parents? And have these -- these things passed around the city? Don't be stupid, Avinash."

He buried his face in his hands and moaned softly. "Oh god, oh god, Kavita! How did we get into this?"

"By being careless. And stupid."

"I can't -- I can't bear it! I can't!"

"You'll have to. We'll have to."

"Kavita, I can't! I can't stand there and -- and just --"

"Watch? Why not? They're fucking me, aren't they? I'm the one who's going to be fucked and fucked and fucked. You just have to watch!"

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Kavita, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too. But it can't be helped. They're going to do it."

"Oh god, oh god!"

"Little he can do. Or anyone else."

"Kavita -- let's -- let's run away -- we'll go some place – some place far --"

"Avinash, shut up." Her voice was cold, like steel.

She jerked his head up and looked him in the eye.

"Stop it. Stop it at once. Listen. These guys -- these animals -- they're going to fuck me today. D'you understand? They're going to put their cocks in my mouth, and in my cunt, and in my ass.”

“They're going to keep fucking me till they're happy. And you're going to be there, Avinash, and you're going to watch them, to watch them fucking me like you do, fucking me hard. I want you there, Avinash.”

“I need you there. And I can't have you there crying and upset. You're going to watch them, and you're not going to show any feelings.”

“Do you understand? You are going to do this. We are going to do this! Do you understand?"

He looked at her silently, tears welling in his eyes, and nodded slowly. She smiled thinly.

"Good," she said, letting him go. "And another thing. When they fuck me, I will not resist or fight. I will do just the reverse. I will try and enjoy it. It's the only way to avoid getting hurt. We will have to make them happy, keep them happy. And you're not going to blow that, get it?"

"Yes," he mumbled, choking back a sob. "Yes. I understand."

The telephone rang. She smiled. "Good," she said. "Now tell them we'll be there. And then come inside. I want my butt fucked. If I'm going to be used as a whore, I might as well enjoy what I can."

She got up and walked out steadily, stripping off her clothes. Avinash stared at the receiver, ringing and ringing, and picked it up slowly.

"Hello?" he mumbled.

"Ah. Good morning, again. For a minute I thought you'd done something foolish."

"What time?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"What time do you want us. And where."

The voice chuckled in pleasure. "Very wise. I see that better counsel has prevailed. Presumably hers. I rather imagine you wanted to run away or something equally stupid."

Avinash did not respond.

"Understand me well. Even if you killed yourselves, which would be a terrible waste, we would still have released the photographs.

Remember that. If we cannot touch you, we will get to those closest to you, those you leave behind."

"What time. Where."

The voice sighed. "Truly, the greatest tragedy of our age is that the art of conversation is dead. Killed by the telephone. Inter alia."

"Stop fucking around."

The voice laughed in delight. "Oh dear, oh dear. Such a fine turn of phrase! Or is it a Freudian slip? Fucking around is precisely what is on this afternoon's agenda. For both of you. Two o'clock. The same hotel. Suite five-oh-one."

"We'll be there."

"I imagine you will. Don't be late. And don't try anything stupid."

The connection broke. Slowly, Avinash replaced the receiver.

"Well?"

He turned around. Kavita was standing at the door, stark naked,
luscious, irresistible, one hand on her hip, the other on the door
frame.

"Two o'clock. At the hotel. Suite five-oh-one."

Kavita nodded. Avinash looked at her slowly, and she smiled seductively.

"I want to suck your cock. Come here."

"They want me, too."

"I want you, too. Fuck me. Hard."

In a daze, Avinash went up to her. She seemed unconcerned about what lay ahead, totally collected and calm. She kissed him lasciviously, sliding her tongue into his mouth and her hand squeezed his penis in his crotch.

Deftly, her fingers undid his fly and slipped between his thighs. He grunted as her fingers closed around his penis, and his hands slid up over her breasts. Her nipples were hard with excitement.

She slithered to her knees before him and took his penis in her mouth. Avinash groaned and arched his head, closing his eyes in surrender.

They fucked hard, for the better part of an hour, as though to exorcise the humiliation and shame and trauma of their existence. Avinash slammed his cock in and out of her cunt brutally, drawing shrill gasps of pleasure and pain from her.

Kavita begged him to fuck her harder, to take her ass. He fucked her butt deeply and quickly, sliding his cock into her ass as far it would go. Kavita whimpered and begged for more. Avinash slid in and out of her anus, gasping and groaning feverishly.

 

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UPDATE 3

She came repeatedly, mouthing obscenities. Avinash went on and on, plunging in and out of her ass and then, unsated, fucked her cunt again, hard, taking her from behind. Kavita gasped and whimpered in pleasure, rocking back and forth on the living room floor, her breasts swinging and jiggling.

Avinash exploded at last, thrusting greedily into her flesh. He came with a shuddering cry, emptying himself in her hot, tight, convulsing cunt, flooding her flesh with his seed.

Beneath him, Kavita moaned joyfully, her buttocks writhing erotically against his thighs, her face creased with pleasure.

Later that afternoon, Avinash groaned to himself and fought to deny his erection. He adjusted the focus and smoothly zoomed in to a close-up. The video camera whirred softly. Avinash stared through the viewfinder.

Kavita's legs were spread open and the screen was filled with the sight of her cunt and the dark man's tongue flickering in her cunt-flesh. It rippled up and down and round and round in her cunt.

Kavita moaned loudly, clenching his head, moving it around between her thighs. Avinash straightened and watched her. She arched steeply, in unfaked pleasure, her mouth wide open, moaning thickly, obscenely.

The man slid a thick, long finger into her slit and she groaned as he started masturbating her. Her hips bucked and her body jerked on the bed as though she was being fucked, her breasts bouncing.

Avinash didn't know the man's name. Neither did she. He was a tall, immensely muscular black, probably Nigerian or a Creole. He had a sensuous, handsome face: Dark, piercing eyes, a strong, thick nose, full lips, a hard, square jaw.

He was clean-shaven. His neck was thick and bullish and his shoulders were huge, broad
and sprawling. The chest was deep and heavily cleaved and his torso tapered in a sharp V to narrow, high hips and taut buttocks.

His belly was hard and flat. His torso was smooth ebony, burnished, hairless. His arms and legs were thick, rounded with bunches of muscle. His circumcised penis was enormous:

Limp, it was eight inches long, over an inch thick; erect, it was over ten inches long, nearly two inches thick. Earlier, Kavita had sucked it for a long time, and it gradually ballooned in her mouth and fist.

The man was her second lover that afternoon. Before him, she had been fucked by a slim, handsome Indian man. He fucked her mouth and then plunged greedily into her cunt, taking her on her back, ramming his cock savagely into her cunt.

Kavita writhed and bucked under him and Avinash had heard her gasp and moan and knew that she wasn't faking a thing, that she was really enjoying the sex.

The man turned her over and fucked her on her back for a few minutes and then he sodomised her thoroughly, taking her in the ass with gasps and moans of joy.

Kavita came repeatedly and at last the man was done, jerking into her and exploding in her ass.

She was given a few minutes to clean up and recover and offered a drug. Avinash saw her refuse. Karan grinned happily and the black was shown in. Avinash looked around. Two more men were waiting their turn with her, masturbating as they watched her on the bed with the Negro.

Karan was counting huge wads of money. Avinash was too numb to feel sickened. Kavita was being forced to whore and he couldn't do a thing about it.

He turned back to the camera, adjusted it slightly: It was in a tight close- up of her cunt, her cunt-lips drawn open in her fingers, his tongue flickering endlessly in her flesh, rubbing against her gorged clitoris.

Avinash checked the second camera, which showed them fully, her body writhing on the bed, her hands squeezing her breasts in excitement.

"Yes! Ohhhh yes, yes -- Ohhh god yes! Do it, baby! Lick me! Lick my slit!" she gasped.

Avinash forced down his erection, sickened by his own reaction. He walked across to Karan.

"Cigarette, please," Avinash said.

Karan nodded to a packet on the table before him. "Help yourself. Drink?"

"No thank you." Avinash lit a cigarette and lounged against a wall. "Where's Sheela?"

Karan chuckled softly. "Why do you want to know?"

Avinash shrugged indifferently. "Just."

"She's working. Six guys in the next room."

"Ah."

"You want to fuck her?"

"No."

"You may have to, if our clients want a show. Sheela or one of the others."

"I see."

"Mm. Sometimes, we get female clients, too. You're new meat. You may have to service them."

Avinash looked at him without expression. Karan laughed softly.

"Hey, relax, bud. It's okay. It's fun. You get paid."

"You're not cops."

"Not a chance. But it's a good decoy."

"So it seems."

Karan looked at the bed and nodded, motioning Avinash back to the cameras. Avinash saw that the man had stopped tongue-fucking Kavita and was about to start fucking her. He moved back to the cameras and fiddled with them again.

The black man leaned over Kavita, between her thighs, his cock between her legs. She moaned and lifted her hips eagerly, her hands on his penis, guiding it into her flesh.

"Come on," she gasped. "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard! Fuck my cunt!"

Avinash held his breath and watched as the man flexed his buttocks and eased his hips forward. His cock-head slipped between her cunt-lips.

Kavita gasped and arched. He groaned and flung his head back. She clenched his hips and buttocks fiercely in excitement, her feet climbing the backs of his thighs. Avinash's erection ballooned in his jeans.

"Come on!" she gasped. "Put it in, baby! I want your cock in my slit!"

Slowly, the man squeezed his enormous, bloated cock into her cunt.

Kavita moaned and whimpered and gasped, arching and writhing joyously under him, kissing him deeply, feverishly, her tongue in his mouth, her hands scrabbling at his thick shoulders and deep chest.

The man buried his cock in her cunt, going in and in and in, till he was fully embedded in her flesh. Kavita arched in pleasure, lifting her cunt hungrily to his groin.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! You're so big! Ohhh yes -- yes! That feels so good, baby! Come on -- fuck me! Fuck my cunt, lover! Fuck it hard!"

The man groaned and bent his head and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She responded eagerly, her arms wound about his head, caressing his immense, sprawling shoulders, his deep chest.

"You're wonderful," she murmured, smiling.

He smiled and licked her breast-tips, making her whimper. "So are you, babe," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "One of the best cunts I've had here."

"Fuck me -- fuck me like a whore!" she moaned as he sucked her breasts.

The man started fucking her slowly and heavily. His hips rose, his buttocks flexing and Avinash focussed on the sight of his enormous, dark, glistening penis sliding outward, then squeezing in again.

Kavita gasped and arched in pleasure, and opened her legs wider apart, permitting him deeper access.

For the next fifteen minutes, the black man fucked Kavita ceaselessly, running his impossibly large penis in and out of her flesh.

 

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UPDATE 4

Steadily, he built up speed till he had hit a hard, demanding rhythm, his cock ramming and grinding deeply into her flesh, jerking out, plunging in again, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging rapidly back and forth, his penis pistoning and pumping like a mechanical device.

Kavita gasped and cried out, rocking back and forth, jerking on the bed, her breasts jiggling under his thrusts, her cries loud, lewd, obscene and evidently unfaked, filled with joy.

The man paused briefly, panting and gasping, his chest heaving, and slid out of her cunt. Kavita moaned and turned on her side, lifting her upper leg high. He knelt between her legs and pushed his cock into her cunt again.

Holding her buttocks, spreading them open, he hammered his hips back and forth in rising urgency, his head flung back. Kavita moaned, her face contorted with pleasure.

"Take me!" she cried. "Yes! Ohhh uhhh OH OH OH OH OHH yes yes yes!"

The man turned her over onto her forearms and knees and, straddling her hips, his knees on the bed, his hands under her breasts, leaning over her body, began fucking her hard again.

Avinash closed in on a shot of his penis pistoning furiously in and out her cunt, his thighs whacking her buttocks, his balls squeezing against her cunt-lips with every down-thrust, then panned to a shot of her face, riven with lust.

She rocked deliriously under him, moaning in a frenzy as he crushed her pendulous, swollen breasts. Kavita orgasmed repeatedly and, at last, he lost control.

With a shuddering moan, he thrust himself deep into her cunt, his hips twitching at her buttocks and exploded violently.

Avinash straightened, fading out the scene smoothly. Fifteen minutes later, he was bent over the equipment again, his jaw hard with tension, as he watched her with the next client.

A fleshy, soft-bodied man this time, but with a thick, long cock. He lay on his back, moaning and gasping as she sucked his nipples, tongued his navel and, slowly descending, took his penis between her breasts and then in her mouth. Avinash fixed the cameras and went back to Karan.

"So. You enjoying this?" Karan smiled.

"A bit."

"Thought you might. They all do, sooner or later. Live sex is very erotic, specially through that stuff." He pointed to the camera equipment. "You want to fuck her?"

"No. Not her."

"Someone else, then?"

"Maybe. We'll see."


Karan nodded and offered him another cigarette. They smoked in silence for a while, watching the two on the bed.

Now Kavita had mounted the man, facing him. She dropped in a low squat, her feet on the bed on either side of his hips, his cock in her cunt.

The man groaned and squeezed her breasts. She smiled in pleasure and swung her hips in tight circles, churning her cunt with his cock. The man gasped.

"You're cock's good in there," she murmured. "Really nice -- "

She began to move, rocking slowly up and down on his penis. Avinash returned to the cameras and shot some footage of her cunt rising and falling on his penis, her breasts jumping and jiggling, her buttocks flexing and unflexing.

Then he returned to his half-smoked cigarette.

"Where are the others?"

"Who?"

"The guys who did the shooting yesterday."

"They're out."

"Why not them? Why me?"

Karan grinned. "Because you're good, jock. The section you did yesterday was top-class. Also, because they're busy shooting in another room."

"How many rooms have you got?"

"Four. This one and three more."

"And all the girls are ones you catch like this?"

Karan chuckled. "Yeah. All. Even Sheela. We got her first. She's good. They're all good. This broad's one of the best, though."

Avinash nodded. He no longer cared. It no longer mattered. Nothing mattered any longer. He tilted his chair back and looked at the two on the bed.

"Frig if you like," Karan said. "I do it sometimes."

"Thanks."

On the bed, Kavita was bucking rapidly over the man's lap, gasping and crying out, her head flung back, her hands on her breasts. He watched as she stretched an arm behind her and squeezed his heavy, hairy balls in excitement.

"Fuck me! Yes! Ohhhh yes yes Ohhh god yes!" she cried.

"Yeah, she's really good, this one," Karan said. "Very hot. You want to see the others?"

"Maybe."

"You should. My hookers are all lookers. Fresh, young goods."

"How young?"

"The youngest is sixteen. She's a real vixen. Fucks like crazy."

Avinash grinned openly. He wanted to watch the others. He unzipped and pulled out his erection. Karan chuckled. Avinash smiled, masturbating slowly.

"I'll have that drink now."

"Help yourself. In the bar cabinet. Scotch, too, if you want it."

Avinash walked across, his fly open, his erection massive and poured himself a double-Scotch on the rocks and went back to the cameras. Kavita dropped to her knees and bent over the man under her, kissing him hungrily, sensuously writhing over him, rubbing her breasts on his chest, letting them drop into his mouth for him to suck.

Her buttocks flexed rapidly, squeezing his cock. The man jerked and lurched under her. The fat man squeezed her buttocks and pressed his finger to her anus.

"Do you want to fuck my butt?" she asked softly, kissing him.

The man nodded, his piggy eyes glittering. "Can I? May I?"

She smiled. "Of course. Will you take me from behind or shall I sit on your cock? I can do either."

"From behind," he gasped.

Kavita nodded and slipped off his penis and turned on her front on the bed, her buttocks and hips raised high, her shoulders on the bed, her face turned on its side.

She moved her legs apart and, reaching back, pulled her buttocks open for her obese lover.

"Come on," she muttered. "Fuck my ass, lover -- stick your cock in my ass -- I want to feel your cock in my butt!"

Gasping with excitement, his chest wobbling, the fat man knelt behind her and squeezed his penis between her buttocks.

Avinash closed in with both cameras, getting shots of her face twisting and contorting -- her mouth open, her eyes squeezed shut, her perfect teeth bared, her long neck arched -- and of her rear, showing the thick cock-head popping into her anus, then the shaft disappearing inward between the curved lobes of her buttocks.

"Oh MA UH AH UH OHH!" she shrieked in an agony of naked, raw desire.

"OHHHHH uhhh *hanh* uhhhhhh YES!"

The man grunted and gasped in pleasure and squeezed her breasts in excitement. His hips lurched and jerked back and forth and his cock went in and out of her asshole. His belly flapped against her back.

 

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UPDATE 5

She moaned and swayed and writhed erotically against him. Her body jerked back and forth under his thrusts. He rammed in harder and harder, his buttocks jiggling and wobbling like jelly, his swollen penis grinding in and out of her anus.

His hands tore her buttocks wider open still and he plunged in greedily. Kavita gasped and began to orgasm. The man cried out and jerked into her and lost control, gasping in relief as he emptied himself into her rear channel.

Slowly, he pulled out of her. Kavita moaned, trembling and shuddering on the bed and slowly turned around. Her face was radiant. She smiled at the man and, bending her head, took his penis in her mouth and sucked it gently.

The man smiled in pleasure. Avinash faded out.

There was a knock on the door. Karan answered it. Mukesh, one of the constable-impersonators of the previous afternoon, came in. He leered at Kavita on the bed and winked at Avinash.

"How's it going, boss?" He asked Karan.

"Good stuff. I think we've got ourselves one classy piece of ass here. You guys okay out there?"

"Yup. Shilpa's doing great with the husband-wife pair."

Karan laughed. "What else is on the menu?"

"Got a three-ball lined up."

"Big cocks?"

"Big enough."

"That should make her happy."

"Yeah. She digs that cunt-mouth-ass stuff."

Karan smiled. "Don't damage the goods, kid."

Mukesh grinned. "No chance. We checked out the studs, they'll take it nice and easy, no sweat. Gonna be one steamy fuck, boss!"

"Yeah, I bet." Karan turned to Avinash. "That's the sixteen-year old I told you about. Shilpa." He turned back to Mukesh. "What's Sheela doing?"

"She's got a pair of studs. Fucking big cocks. Cunt and mouth when I last checked. Loving every minute."

"Yeah."

"The guys happy?"

"Over the moon. We keep a watch, like you said."

"Sensible," Karan nodded. "Good job. Okay, we got one, two more here, and then we're done."

"Check. You need anything, boss, buzz me."

"Sure."

Mukesh turned to leave. He paused by the bed and squeezed Kavita's breast, grinning. "You just keep going, babe. I'm gonna fuck you, too, soon. Nice and hard." He winked at Avinash again. "Enjoying it, cock? Hot stuff, yeah?"

He laughed and walked out. Avinash grinned wolfishly. There was a little silence, and then Karan laughed softly to himself.

"Okay, whore. Next one," he said to Kavita. "Get ready. Come on. There's one more and we're done."

Avinash grinned at his girlfriend. Ignoring him, Kavita got off the bed and went to the toilet.

She returned a few minutes later, cleaned, douched, naked, lovely, erotic, her face freshly done with *kajal* under her eyes and nothing else. Her fourth client was waiting for her. Avinash powered up his cameras.

The fourth client was a swarthy youth in his early twenties. He was inexpensively dressed, with a cheap wristwatch and poorly cut trousers. Avinash was surprised to see the amount of money he handed to Karan.

The young man grinned at Karan and Avinash and stripped off his clothes, leering at Kavita. He had a strong, muscular build, with a deep chest and a hard belly, his torso matted with dark hair.

His penis was seven inches long, limp, uncircumcised. He hopped onto the bed and pulled her up to her knees before him, pushing her head between his legs. Kavita took his cock in her fist and pumped it. It quivered and began to thicken. He jerked her head forward.

"C'mon whore! Gimme some head!" he growled.

Kavita obeyed immediately. Her lips flowered and slipped around his bulging cock-head, her tongue working it cleverly. The man grunted in pleasure and fucked her face heavily, his hips pumping, his head bent to watch her.

His cock ballooned rapidly in her mouth. The man put his hands on her head and moved it back and forth to suit his pleasure, fucking her mouth.

"Yeh! Oh yes! C'mon, bitch, suck it! Oh fuck yes!"

His cock thickened, hardened, lengthened. Kavita sucked it eagerly, hungrily, her head rocking back and forth between his thighs, her delicate fingers curled lovingly around his shaft, pumping it deftly.

The youth gasped and moaned, his head arched, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging back and forth. Pre-cum gunk sputtered from his cock-head and she whimpered, sucking and swallowing his seed lasciviously.

Avinash grinned at the sight of the thick, dark, hard cock glistening in and out between her delicate lips. Kavita whimpered audibly and licked his cock-head lasciviously, evidently aroused.

Avinash took a close-up shot of her lust-ridden face, her eyes half-closed with pleasure, her lips open, the cock in her fist, her tongue swirling over the gorged knob. She moaned again and squeezed her breasts in excitement.

Gasping, the youth pushed her head away and both bodies sank to the bed. She spread her legs wide, lifting and bending her knees and smiled wantonly at her anonymous lover.

"C'mon, stud," Avinash heard her say. "Fuck me hard -- shove your cock into my slit -- c'mon -- I want it -- my cunt's hot for you!"

The youth sniggered and, levering her thighs open, squeezed his cock into her cunt, flexing his buttocks slowly and dipping his hips, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt.

"Ohhhhh uhhh yes! Ohhh ma yes!" Kavita gasped in delight, arching stiffly under him, her fingers tightening on his bulging biceps, her hips heaving up to meet his in descent. "Oh god yes!"

"C'mon! Take it! Oh fuck yes, take it!" The young man gasped.

"Oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHHHH yes oh god yes ohhh that's so good! Yes! Ohhh fuck yes fuck yes fuck me yes fuck me, baby, yes!"

She moaned and he began to fuck her with deep, punishing thrusts. His hips rose and fell rhythmically, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock running deeply in and out of her wet slit.

Avinash hurried around and took a shot from the rear, closing in to a view of her distended cunt, open and wet, and the thick long penis grinding and pistoning up and down, in and out.

Kavita was whimpering and moaning eagerly when the youth slowed and turned her over on her front. He knelt behind her and squeezed his penis into her cunt again. Avinash filmed the thick cock grinding inexorably into her cunt, disappearing between the curves of her buttocks.

He took shots of her face, soft and radiant with lust; of her body rocking backwards to her client's cock; of her hot, swollen breasts swinging pendulous. The youth squeezed them in his hands and she moaned, hissing in delight, her buttocks writhing against his crotch.

She turned her face over her shoulder to him, running her tongue sensuously over her upper lip.

"Ohhh yes -- ohhh baby, yes!" she whimpered. "Do it, lover! Fuck me! Fuck my slit, baby! Fuck me like a whore!"

The youth groaned and rammed greedily into her cunt. Kavita gasped, her body jerking forward under his thrusts. He squeezed her breasts and, bending over her back, kissed her roughly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

Avinash watched her respond, sucking his tongue wantonly, writhing her buttocks against his crotch like a bitch in heat.

The youth groaned and, gripping her shoulders, fucked her hard, jerking her body down back onto his cock savagely, pounding his hips back and forth at her buttocks.

 

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TO BE CONTI......

AFTER RESPONSE

 

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Kavita gasped and cried out, her face contorting in a rictus of lust.

"OH! OH MA UHH OH! UH OH! UH OH! OH MA OH MA OH MA OH MA OH MA! OH MA! OHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

On and on he went and Avinash watched his girlfriend orgasm with the stranger. The man gasped as her cunt convulsed on his pistoning penis and, moaning, jerked out of her and, shaking his cock violently, came hard.

Jizz shot from his cock and spattered her buttocks and back and thighs. Kavita moaned thickly and sank to the bed on her front, her body heaving, panting loudly.

The man got off the bed and began to dress without another word. He lit a cigarette, nodded to Karan and Avinash and let himself out. Avinash faded out the shot of her on the bed and straightened. She moaned and sat up unsteadily.

Avinash looked at her without expression or feeling. He felt detached and indifferent. She was just another whore for all that it mattered. His real love was in his hands, now, the camera and lenses and filters.

With that, he could create beauty out of ugliness, turn the sordid into the alluring. He had discovered his métier, he felt, as a magician of light and form and texture.

"Hey, Avi."

Santosh stuck his head around the door, grinned at the couple writhing on the bed and beckoned to Avinash.

"What's up?"

"Can you take over the shoot in number three? I' want to take a break."

Avinash looked at Karan. He nodded. "Go ahead, I'll finish here. The next guy won't last long. I know him."

Avinash nodded and, tucking his erection back into his jeans, collected his drink and cigarette and turned to the door. Kavita's last client was entering. Avinash paused briefly.

The man was a slim young man with a thin mustache and pleasant features. He looked like a medical representative, with his briefcase and dusty shoes and baggy, pleated trousers and loose synthetic shirt.

He watched as the man pulled out a wad of notes and gave them to Karan who counted them carefully before nodding his approval. The man undressed quickly and silently and moved to the bed.

Kavita stepped out of the room and saw him. She looked at Avinash who grinned at her. Kavita's face was stony, her eyes flat. She held Avinash's eyes for a brief minute.

"Go on," Avinash chuckled, nodding to the man on the bed who was grinning in excitement at Kavita's naked body. "Can't keep them waiting, you know. And remember, the customer always comes first."

Karan cackled. Kavita didn't say a word. Her eyes were like flint as he looked at Avinash coldly. Then she turned her gaze to the man on the bed and Avinash saw her face soften with pleasure.

She smiled gently and moved to the bed. She knelt beside him, her hands sliding up his naked thighs to his crotch and she took his penis in her fingers, stroking it gently. It stirred at her touch and she bent over and engulfed him in her mouth.

The man gasped and arched. His hands went to her head. His penis swelled rapidly, filling her mouth and distending her face. Kavita whimpered deep in her cock-filled throat and sucked his penis lasciviously, her head rocking up and down over his lap.

Avinash chuckled softly and nodding to Karan, left the room.

A while later, he stared in stunned fascination as a lovely, plump sixteen-year old girl called Shilpa took on three men simultaneously in the room next door. The girl was incredible.

She was very cute, very sexy, with a sweetly rounded face just a hint of puppy fat in her cheeks, but already losing it. She had a fine nose, large dark eyes lined with *kajal* and sensuously moist lips, the upper slim and bowed delicately over the full lower lip.

Her hair was dark and silky and glossy, caught in a saucy pony tail with a pretty cotton band. Her body was ripe and luscious, with large breasts tipped by long nipples in dark, puckered aureoles.

She wore a long gold necklace that nestled between the lovely mounds. Her belly was rounded, yet firm and her buttocks were splendid round curves.

Her arms and legs were smooth and neatly turned with slender ankles and wrists and shapely hands and feet. Her skin was dusky and smooth and utterly clear, like satin, without a trace of hair.

Avinash watched in amazement as she writhed joyously between the naked bodies of the three handsome, muscular men. All of them had particularly large cocks, the biggest about ten inches long and correspondingly thick, the penis of a stallion.

Shilpa loved every inch of it.

As he ran the film, Avinash saw the girl mount one of her clients. Holding his cock in her hand, she lay back over his lap facing his feet, and slowly lowered her anus onto the thick, long penis.

The cock-head popped into her asshole and the sixteen-year old gasped, her face contorting and screwing up, her mouth open in a wide O.

Her buttocks lobed open and the man under her grunted, his hands on her hips and arched his hips slowly. Shilpa's body arched back over his, her elbows on the bed on either side of his bed, her face tilted up, her head arched, her heavy breasts thrust out.

The man squeezed her breasts. Shilpa groaned, her face a mask of lust and swirled her hips erotically over his. She spread her legs slowly, opening them wide, exposing her cunt to the second man and Avinash's lens.

He zoomed in, dwelling lovingly on the wet flesh of her cunt, the thick penis buried between her buttocks, the heavy balls pressed between her thighs.

"C'mon," she moaned. "Fuck my slit!"

The second man was already on his knees between her legs. He grinned and bent over her, pushing his cock into her cunt. Shilpa bit her lower lip and gasped as the huge cock squeezed into her slit.

The man flexed his buttocks slowly and drove his penis deep into her flesh. She gasped, rocking between the two men as their penises impaled her cunt and anus simultaneously.

"Ohhhh -- uhhhh -- ohhhh -- uhhh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! Ohhh that's so good -- yes -- fuck me -- yes -- fuck me! Fuck me, guys! C'mon! Do it!"

The two men began fucking her slowly, their great penises sawing rhythmically in and out of her cunt. They fondled and squeezed her swollen breasts.

The teenager whimpered and gasped, her body trembling and writhing eagerly between theirs, her face a vision of lust, her eyes closed, her mouth open, panting and moaning like an animal in heat.

"Ohhhhh -- uhhh yes! Oh god yes oh yes ohhhh ma uhhh ahhhh uhhhh ahhh uhhh yes!" she cried.

The two men seemed to move in tandem, rocking alternately in and out of her flesh, the penises separated by the merest membrane. Now the third man joined in, jumping onto the bed and, kneeling beside the writhing trio, pushing his erection to her face.

The girl moaned and, turning her head, took his cock in her mouth and began sucking it hungrily.

Avinash felt deeply aroused as he watched them through his viewfinder. The girl was gorgeous and sexy, her smooth, dusky, plump body writhing and thrashing between the three men, every orifice plugged.

Her breath came in sobbing rasps as the penises ground slowly and unhurriedly in and out of her cunt and anus; and her face was distended by the bloated cock in her mouth.

"My, my," he heard a voice murmur in his ear. "Someone's having fun."

Avinash straightened and grinned at Sheela. She was naked beside him and, as he turned, she slid her arm around his neck and pulled his head down to hers, kissing him hungrily, her tongue arching into his mouth.

She squeezed his cock through his jeans, one slender leg lifted and wrapped around his thighs, rubbing herself against him wantonly.

"I'm hot, stud," she murmured, her dark eyes flashing with lust. "Fuck me."

The others crowded in behind her, Karan and Mukesh and Santosh, another lovely, slender woman called Sonali, and, slowly, her eyes flat and hard, Kavita. The men grinned at Sheela and Avinash.

"Mukesh, give her what she wants," Avinash said. "I'm doing the shoot."

Karan looked at Avinash strangely, quietly, his head tilted to one side. Avinash winked at him and turned back to his cameras. Karan nodded to Mukesh and Sheela.

"It's okay. You go ahead. Use the other room."

 

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Mukesh and Sheela stepped around the bed with the four writhing, gasping bodies. Karan tapped Avinash on the shoulder.

"Santosh is taking over here," he said. "You work on Mukesh and Sheela."

Avinash looked up from his camera, looked at the other two, at the bed, at Santosh, and nodded quietly. Santosh replaced Avinash behind the cameras.

Avinash rigged up another array and followed Sheela and Mukesh to the little lounge just off the main bedroom. Sheela dropped to her knees before him and undid his trousers.

Taking his cock in her hand and jerking it eagerly, she buried her face in his crotch with a soft moan. Mukesh grinned down at her, winked at Santosh with the cameras and began fucking her face slowly.

A few minutes later, he fucked her from behind. Sheela turned on her front on the floor on her forearms and knees and Mukesh dropped astride her hips in a deep squat and slowly squeezed his throbbing penis into her cunt.

She gasped and rocked under him, her face rising, facing the camera, lust in every line. She bit her lower lip in tension, wincing and gasping as he dug his fingers into her soft buttocks and flexed his buttocks taut, thrusting deep into her cunt with a shuddering groan.

His muscles rippled and his head arched, his belly sucking inward with tension.

"Yeh! C'mon! Take it!" he gasped.

"Oh fuck yes!" Sheela whimpered. "Oh god yes! Ohhhh uhhh yes ohh yes baby yes! Ohhhh uhhh oh ma uhh ahhh uhh yes!"

Avinash zoomed in to a close-up of her face, her mouth open, her tongue arching sensuously over her upper lip, her breasts hot and heavy, swinging pendulous as Mukesh fucked her smoothly and easily with long, deep thrusts.

She moaned and cried out, rocking and jerking eagerly under him, her buttocks writhing erotically against his crotch. Her cunt was hot and tight and wet and it convulsed and spasmed on his throbbing penis.

Mukesh moaned and began to move faster, swinging his hips rhythmically back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing alternately, his penis grinding and squelching deeply in and out of her cunt.

He mugged shamelessly for the camera, gasping and moaning as Avinash took shots of their faces, their bodies, their loins meeting and parting, meeting and parting in erotic cadences.

"Yeh! Take it! C'mon bitch! Take it! Take my cock, whore! Ohhhh yeh! Oh fuck yes!" he gasped.

Panning around the room, his camera slithering over the two rocking bodies in erotic, fluid movements, Avinash saw Kavita at the door. He grinned from behind his camera, studying her naked body through his lens.

She stared coldly down at him, the camera at his eye, one leg stretched out for steadiness, the other bent under his buttocks. He leered at her body and winked hugely.

Karan appeared in the door behind her and, pressing his lips to the nape of her long neck, slid his hands up her naked body, lifting and squeezing her full breasts. For a long minute,

Kavita did not respond, staring steadily at Avinash through his lens. Then, slowly, she turned her face to Karan and they kissed sexily, their lips wide, their tongues fencing with each other's, his hands on her breasts, her fingers crawling behind her to his crotch.

Avinash felt a rush of pleasure.

"You've become one of them." Kavita's voice was hard and flat.

"You're no different. You're not what you used to be."

Avinash looked up from the muddle of cameras, lenses, filters, flashes, lights and wires scattered around the bed and floor.

Kavita stood at the door from the bathroom, a towel around her waist, her torso bare.

"Neither of us is," he said quietly. "Look at you."

"You're enjoying this."

"Aren't you?"

"No."

"That's a lie. You love being fucked."

"I don't like being a whore."

"Another lie. It turns you on."

"It's a fake. I haven't a choice."

"Balls. Watch the tapes. There's nothing fake about it."

"Your camera shows what I do, not how I feel."

"Crap. The films don't lie."

Kavita looked at him coldly. "Fuck you, Avinash."

He chuckled, working steadily, rigging his gear. "Thank you, no. I prefer the view through this stuff."

"You're sick. You're a sick, dead, twisted freak."

"Thank you. I try to be."

"You're disgusting."

"I think I can live with that."

"I despise you."

He shrugged indifferently. "Who cares?"

"You used to. Once. You said you loved me."

"So I was wrong. So I was a fool. It's all bullshit. There's no such thing as love. I was in lust, I fucked you, it was good, great, thank you very much. I don't care to live in the past. I believe in getting on."

"You call this getting on?"

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"And what happened to all that eternal love shit?"

"Just that. It's shit. I thought it was true, it isn't."

"And this is?" She pointed to the cameras.

"Yes. Absolutely. It's clean, it's uncomplicated, it doesn't hurt."

"And that's all that matters to you, is that it?"

"Yes."

He looked at her without feeling, this girl he had loved with all his heart and soul. Now he felt nothing, not even a flicker of desire as she dropped the towel from around her waist and moved to the centre of floor, lying on her back.

He studied her body dispassionately, took light readings, adjusted his arcs and spots, wound the camera up on its tripod.

"Ready when you are," he said.

"I'm ready. Give me the props."

He stepped around the camera and handed her a box of dildoes and vibrators. Kavita selected two and lay back. Avinash returned behind the cameras, making the final adjustments.

"Okay, on my count of three. One. Two. Three, rolling!"

For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, Avinash shot extensive footage of Kavita masturbating with the dildo and vibrator. He ran a quality video film and several rolls of colour transparencies.

He took close-ups of her cunt and anus, of her face and breasts, lingering on shots of her moving a vibrator in and out of her wet slit, another in and out of her anus. She used different positions, moving naturally and without thinking.

 

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He didn't interrupt, continuing to shoot till she orgasmed. When she was done, he straightened and, without another glance at her, began to dismantle the equipment. Kavita packed the dildoes and vibrators away and left the room.

Karan walked in without knocking. "Hey, stud. Done?"

"Just. Twenty minutes of non-stop frigging. Including cunt and ass."

"Good stuff?"

"Good enough. What's next?"

"Room two. Tanu. Then Room four, Nimisha."

"Who's that?"

"The new one. The hot number from Peddar Road."

"Oh, her."

Nimisha was a dusky, attractive woman in her mid-twenties, caught in a ridiculous marriage to an overweight, sexually incompetent businessman with inherited money and no brains.

They discovered her recently, when one of Kavita's clients, a handsome young chauffeur, mentioned that he was balling his *memsahib*, too. Karan moved in immediately, getting the chauffeur to drug her and get her to the hotel where Avinash shot some particularly raw footage of her with the chauffeur and then with two strangers.

The ensuing blackmail worked like a charm. Nimisha had become a regular.

He carted his gear to the second room, where, Tanu, a reasonably attractive young girl with big breasts and a lovely smile, was preparing to service a good-looking middle-aged client.

The man was trim and well-built and he had a satisfyingly thick penis. Tanu loved her work; at twenty-two, she was a natural, and her enthusiasm for sex was boundless.

Avinash smiled at her, nodded to the client and quickly set up his tackle.

Fifteen minutes later, he was roving around the bed, his shutter clicking rapidly as Tanu moaned and gasped, rocking back and forth on the bed, her heavy breasts bouncing, while the client fucked her slowly from behind.

A little later, he was filming Nimisha and he grinned his approval as he watched her moan and gasp, her body heaving and writhing, her hips bucking up and down as a swarthy man with a hairy chest ran his cock in and out of her cunt.

Six months had passed since Karan and his gang burst into their hotel room. Avinash was now very much a member of the team, the mainstay of the photo unit. His work was astounding, erotic, sensual, steamy.

The blackmail never failed. At his instance, they began to lend the tapes, too, often to the subjects themselves, and to local video parlours in slums and shanties. The income was
substantial and the demand high.

While Karan continued to head the gang, Avinash was now indubitably the second in command.

The camera mesmerized him. He no longer felt the need to copulate. The few times he got into bed, with Sheela or Shilpa or Tanu, the experiences were unsatisfactory and he lost interest within minutes, preferring to return to the camera without orgasming.

There, he shot footage and this invariably excited him, and he came hard and copiously, filming the woman he had tried to fuck copulate with another man. Karan said he was a basket-case.

Sheela said he was a pathetic waste of male flesh. Avinash grinned and ignored them. He didn't mind. It was true. The women no longer aroused him themselves. Nothing they did truly moved him.

It was only when he was filming them, sweating and moaning and thrashing and writhing, or studying the results in his films and colour blow-ups, that he felt aroused and came.

At home, he was a handsome, intelligent, dutiful son, the pride of the family. He did well at his college examinations, scoring high and placing in the honour rolls.

He applied to a prominent engineering college, sat the admission test and did even better.
The college welcomed him eagerly and gave him a choice of specializations. He selected electronics.

The college was in the suburbs of Bombay, not far from the hotel they used as a brothel. Avinash was relieved to be out of the cloying atmosphere at home, free of his mother's syrupy fussing and his father's quiet, but equally stifling, puffed-chest macho conceit in Avinash's achievements.

In college, he was widely regarded with admiration. Quiet, studious and meticulous, his work was held up as exemplary. He said little, but when he spoke, people listened with respect.

Invariably, his ideas were supported by closely reasoned arguments that reflected a deep understanding of the science and technology. Soon, he was seen a brilliant innovator with a fine grasp of theory, tipped as the student most likely to succeed in his career.

He had few hobbies; reading, music and, of course, photography. He became the secretary of the college photography club and, under his stewardship, it hosted the first ever public exhibition of the students' work.

The show received wide publicity and his own work was praised in the daily press. His parents almost burst with pride.

He divided his time between the college and the hotel. His pornographic films became even more sophisticated and slick. He had a number of new and exciting ideas about the business.

Gradually, Karan began to look to him for guidance and their positions reversed. Now the team operated under his instructions and Karan was his chief lieutenant.

He generated more money by raising the girls' rates and putting on specials where the girls performed live, realising that there were people who enjoyed watching sex as much as having it.

Copies of his films were circulated discreetly on video tape among select clientele at high cost; they were much in demand. He put together several pornographic magazines of the stills shot by himself, Santosh and Mukesh.

With the rising income, he bought better and more sophisticated equipment and trained the other two in its use. The products got better and better.

When Kavita got married, Karan and the others wanted to release her from service. Avinash would have none of it. By this time, he was clearly the one calling the shots.

Kavita continued to whore for the gang. Avinash laughed and said that she would be a special; there were lots of men who wanted to fuck another man's wife. Kavita had ceased to care.

For a few months after her marriage, she continued to work and then contrived to get herself pregnant. Avinash was furious, but there was nothing he could do about it. Reluctantly, he agreed to let her go.

More girls were recruited, and soon they had the entire top floor of the hotel on an annual retainer for their exclusive use. It was an immensely profitable enterprise and the services and products on sale were outstanding.

By the time he graduated, four years later, Avinash was almost a millionaire. Leaving college, he immediately set up an electronics company, manufacturing state-of-the-art optical and audio equipment.

The business was an instant success, and grew rapidly. He added a sophisticated, computer graphics division and his research division was soon reckoned as among the finest in the world. Their products were expensive, but held their own with established brands.

His fascination with the technology grew with his business and, soon, he was more entranced by the capability of his equipment rather than what he actually did with it. He seldom visited the brothel, leaving it to Karan to manage and restricted himself to supervising the quality of the products and services.

The equipment was constantly being upgraded, the services continually improved. Medical services were now available in-house. They took over the hotel and refurbished it entirely, taking on two more floors for the brothel and adding an intimate theatre for live-sex shows.

He had no sex life. He watched films and shows when he felt the need, masturbating repeatedly till he was sated.

When he wanted time off, he called for a girl and made her perform for his personal pleasure with another man, making them copulate endlessly while he filmed and photographed the sex.

The brothel became difficult to manage alone. It cut into the time he preferred to spend with his electronics company. He wanted to go public with its shares, wanted to grow and move to international markets.

The brothel held him back and became an irritant.

Just when he was wondering about a way to close it down, he received an offer from a competitor. Something called Hedon & Venery was interested in taking over his operation. He hesitated.