Office Secretary Purnima
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This is the proper time to have a conversation with the angelic creature before me I know. “Are you the only Purnima Bhat or are there other Purnima Bhats also?” “Well… any girl can call herself Purnima Bhat. I am Purnima Bhat. Some other girl can also be Purnima Bhat.” “Up to what level have you studied?” “Up to the ten plus two level. I left studies and started modeling after that.” I am sure now.
She is not the real Purnima Bhat. For as per the website Purnima Bhat has studied up to the B.Com level. “Are you in business?” she asks. “No.” “So you are in service.” “So you do not know anything about me. I gave all the information about myself in the e-mails that I sent you! So you have read none of my e mails!” “I was asked to visit Room no 801 of this hotel late in the afternoon today. I was unwilling to come. I made up my mind at the last moment.” “What would have happened of you had not come?” “Then some other girl would have come.” This is surprising! I wonder which person has been reading all my e mails. So websites featuring “independent” escorts are no different from websites operated by “agents.” God knows how many Purnima Bhats are being fucked today night. “Can I have your photo? I have a camera.” “No not at all.” “Not this way. You can put up your clothes. And you may hide your face if you like.” She does not agree for a photograph even with her face hidden. A photograph can prove dangerous for her and her career as a model at this stage she says. I want she should leave behind something permanent apart from memories of the fleeting pleasure. “But you are a model your pictures must have been published in magazines.” “Yes, my picture shall appear in hoardings.
And I have been photographed for the cover of the M magazine. The magazine shall be published soon.” In the weeks that follow, I look for M magazine in every bookstall in every city that I visit: Delhi, Bhopal and Jabalpur. But I cannot locate the M magazine. “Do you take part in catwalks?” “No because I am so short.” “Have you taken part in TV serials?” “No, I have no interest in serials. But I am trying for roles in films.” The call bell rings. The bearer obviously has brought the dinner. She wants to rush to the bathroom. “But why don’t you remain in the room. After all the room is booked in the name of Mr. and Mrs. Vasudeva?” “They will understand that I am not your wife.” She is true. She is too young to look like my wife. And her dress is not like that of a married woman. She picks up the jeans and the top lying on the floor and disappears in the bathroom. She reenters the room to pick up her purse that she had left behind. All this happens while the bearer is waiting outside with dinner. I feel anxious. The bearer should not be made to wait outside so long. He will understand what is going on inside. The bearer comes in and places the dinner on the table. She enters the room as the bearer departs. “You took away all your clothes and the purse but forgot something vital: The used condom, and the box of condoms on the side table. And then the delay in opening the door.
The bearer must have understood what is going on here.” She has the smile of the cat that has taken the cream. “It does not matter. After all, he is only a bearer.” I am not hungry. The stuff I had at the cheap hotel in the evening has not been digested. I ask her to have food. But she insists that I too have dinner with her. I decide to have some drinks and a little food to give her company. “Do you take wine? There is a fine collection of wines in the bar.” “No I don’t.” I move to the bar located near the entrance. Which wine to choose? The bar has an endless collection: VSOP Cognac being the most expensive- Rs 625 for a small bottle. Imported vodka, scotch, and red wine, white wine- it is hard to make a choice. The choice of non alcoholic drinks is also endless- French Evian mineral water, club soda, tonic water, iced tea, Red Bull Energy drink, Dole juice, Granini juice. There is a collection of savories to go with the drinks- Pringle wafers, Health Bar, Starnuts. I find it hard to make a choice. “What are you doing? Why are you taking so much time?” she calls. She appears eager to have dinner with me as if I were her boy friend or her husband. “I was looking for some drink but could not decide,” I say. I decide to have Cabernet Sauvignon 2001 red wine. Picking up a bottle I move to the table. I continue the conversation as we begin having the dinner. “Are you married?” I ask. “I am only twenty-one. How I can be married?” “Some one called me ten minutes before you called. Who was he?” “He was the driver of the car. It is an organization. At the top is the big boss. I have never met him. Below him are two persons.
Then there the drivers.” “Do all the girls in your organization demand Rs 20,000 for the night?” “I don’t know because I am basically a model and do this work only occasionally. I don’t have many friends in this occupation. But girls are priced both below and above this rate.” “Are highly priced girls very beautiful?” “I don’t know the details, but the price depends on both the beauty of the girl and her behavior and manner of speaking. Once I obtained Rs 50,000.” “For the full night?” “Yes.” “In Delhi.” “Yes in Delhi.” “Have you come to this hotel before?” “Yes many times.” “What is your share out of the money you get?” “I do not do all this for money. I just like doing it. The business operates on the basis of contract. I am given a fixed amount for 4 or five days in Delhi. The amount is fixed- it does not increase even if I entertain three customer in the course of a day.” I can notice the contradictions in what she is saying. At a point she says that she does this once in a while. No she has admitted to entertaining three customers in a day! “But how can you entertain three customers in a day?” “Most of them are drunk. So they finish soon- some complete their quota of two sex acts in half an hour; others finish in an hour. And we do not allow more than two sex acts.” “But are you willing to have sex with any person?” “No not at all. Some men are dirty. I hate paan chewing men. If there is any problem we tell our bosses accordingly and leave the place. Nobody forces us.” “But how you know that a man shall be disagreeable?” “With practice we can find out what type of person is there at the other end just by making a phone call.” “That you can judge from an e mail also.” “Of course.” She likes the food. No doubt it is five star food.
I too continue to eat and at the same time sip the red wine. The food finished, she asks me too keep the empty plates outside. “Somebody will come to pick up the plates,” she says. Neither she nor I want that some bearer should enter the room again. He mobile rings again. She looks at the number on the screen. She asks me to remain quiet. It is probably someone close to her who does not know her nocturnal activities. She asks the other person to cut short the conversation as she is roaming and has to pay for incoming calls as well. I make a mental note of this fact. “When did you come to Delhi?” “Only today. I was so tired, I was unwilling to come here but they insisted.” “Did you travel by air or by train?” “By air.” “Then you should not feel tired.” “I went to my place for rakhi. I went by bus to some place in Delhi. It was a long journey.” She does not tell the name of the place from where she came by air. Dinner over, we are ready for another bout of lovemaking. She asks me not to withdraw the penis and restart fucking again. Obviously she wants that I should finish soon. I ask her to do oral sex this time. “I can do it only with a condom,” she says. “Of course it shall be with a condom.” I lie down on the bed and put the condom on my organ. She starts sucking the head of the penis. I do not find it too enjoyable. I ask her to stop it. Once again I begin kissing her lovely body. I pass my fingers over her eye-brows, touch her lips and kiss her earlobes. She is wet again. “Start it if you want to do it again,” she says as if she is too willing to perform the sex act, “but do not continue for such a long time and do not take it out and insert it again and again.” “But you are here for the night,” I say. “But that does not mean that we shall continue to do this for the entire night. I shall leave this place latest by 4 AM.” This time I enter her from behind. She is quite skilled in having sex in this position also. She bends forward, holds my penis and inserts it. I continue my powerful thrusts for quite some time. After a pause I start sex in the more conventional missionary position. Now I do it, as she wants it. I do not withdraw the penis to re insert it. I just stop making thrusts when about to ejaculate while keeping the penis inside. She is quick to notice that I have changed my strategy aimed at maximizing the duration of the sex act. “You should not stop making thrusts or do so slowly – you should continue them.” Forcing oneself on an unwilling female is no fun- I realize. I cannot continue the sex act for such a long time normally. This is due to the drugs that I have consumed. I should not have consumed two tablets of Tadalafil besides testosterone capsules. I must ejaculate soon- before she becomes dry. I turn her on the side while making thrusts. I ejaculate soon.
The second session of lovemaking ends at 12:28 AM. Now she wants to go back. She calls her pimp and tells him that she is finished and wants to go back. The man at the other end says that it is too late and that she should stay in the hotel till morning. But no- she is unwilling to listen to her. “But you should stay here for twelve hours. I shall not disturb you.” “What is the use of my staying here till morning? You have to sleep, I too want rest.” “Are you tired?” “Of course I am. You have done nothing but the sex act for almost four hours with just half an hour break in between.” “But you can sleep here also. We shall not engage in any sexual activity.” “I do not feel relaxed till I go back home.” “But your home must not be as comfortable as this five star hotel room.” “Of course that is true, but reaching home after completion of work is a different feeling.” “But will someone come to take you at this unearthly hour?” “Of course. The car must be going around the town dropping and picking up girls.” “Dropping girls at this unearthly hour?” “Yes people make demands at all hours.” “After all, this is twenty four hour service,” I chuckle. She is indeed quite sleepy. She sleeps in my arms stark naked. She is lying on the top of me like a child. It is a wonderful feeling. A young girl whom I do not know who is mine just for a few hours, asleep in my arms like a wife, a beloved or a helpless child. It is a queer satisfying feeling- more satisfying than the drug induced prolonged love making session. With the young woman in my arms, and the blanket on us I feel quite warm and uncomfortable.
The central air conditioning system does not appear to be working. A gently move my arm to lift the blanket without disturbing her. But this is enough to disturb her. She gets up with a start and reaches for the phone. “So you want to make a call again?” I ask. “For the last time. I shall spend the night here if he does not send the car this time.” It is 1:30 AM. She calls up her pimp again and tells him that she wants to go back because she has finished the job over an hour ago. “It is raining outside,” she says, “So Arjun was unwilling to send the car.” “But why do you want to go out at this unearthly hour. What will other people in the lobby think?” “It is not so late. People must be drinking wine and having food. No one will notice my departure.” “But the room is booked in the name of Mrs. and Mr. Vasudeva. We can check out together in the morning.” “That is not possible. I may come again to this place tomorrow night. I can’t check out as your wife.” Sleeping in the arms of one another we were like a separate unit oblivious of the existence of the outside world in a different universe only moments ago. The air-conditioned hotel room is like an ivory tower away from the pale of rain, thunder and heat. I remove the curtain and we look outside. Indeed it is raining outside. The glittering Delhi evening is spread before us. Bright lights extend like stars till the horizon. The B”ah”ai temple is sparkling like a jewel in the dark night. Dim blue lights illumine the swimming pool down below. “Aaah!” she lets out a cry in exhilaration and ecstasy. We share moments beholding the bright and the beautiful world outside. After that we decide to sleep.
But I am not feeling sleepy. I must have my sleeping pill. I go to the almirah facing the bathroom door where my luggage has been kept. I take out a strip of sleeping pills. “What are you doing there,” she asks. She wants that I should remain before her. My departure towards the bathroom always makes her feel anxious. Perhaps she thinks that I shall make a call to the cops to get her arrested or do something else that will harm her interests. “I was unable to sleep so I wanted to take a sleeping pill. Do you want one?” “No I do not want to take anything that is addicting. But do these sleeping pills work?” “Of course they do. This is Stresnil- it is the mildest. This is Zolpidem tartrate- this one is stronger. And this is Nitrazepam- the strongest pill that I have with me at the moment,” I say as I show her the strips of sleeping pills. I swallow half a pill of Stresnil. I get into the bed nears the bathroom. She gets into the bed towards the window. We switch off the lights and try to sleep. I hope that the pimp shall not send the car at this unearthly hour in the rain and that the angelic creature shall spend the “entire night” with me as my companion as promised in the website. The pill is not very strong. After about an hour when it begins to have effect and I am in a half sleep state the shrill call of the mobile phone shatters my sleep. She gets up with a start. The call is brief this time. “The car has come,” she says, “It is in the porch near the entrance to the hotel.” With a start she gets up and approaches the door. I too get up and walk behind her. As she is about to open the door to go out, I hold her hand and kiss it. She stops for a moment and goes out. Now I am alone in the room.
My sleep has been disturbed. I have taken strong sleeping pills during the previous three nights. I do not want to consume another strong sleeping pill. I spend the night in a half asleep half awake state. In the morning I get up, check out of the hotel and am back in the railway station. My train leaves at 12:30 PM. Early the following morning the train drops me in Birsinghpur railway station. This is a small nondescript place so different from Delhi. Only a few people can be seen at this early hour. I have to get a bus for my remote forest district from here. For that I have to go to the shopping centre, I am told. A local bus drops me in the shopping centre. It consists of a block with half a dozen shops deserted at this early hour: the term “shopping centre” for this place hardly seems proper. After a four-hour backbreaking journey through rough roads, I am back in my place.
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