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‘I’ll need you to pick up a new girl from the airport tomorrow.’
‘As you say, boss. Domestic or international?’
‘International. She will be coming in from Bangkok. Photo dekh lo (see the photo).’
I leaned over and took a look at the photo he was showing me on his phone screen. It showed a lovely girl with olive skin and shiny black hair wearing a denim top. I had been working with the old man – ‘Daddy’ as his colleagues in the film industry called him – for just over three years. He might be old, but he was a horndog all the same. Every so often he would meet some woman and bring her to Bombay for a week or two, have his way with her, and send her back. East European or Russian women, as often as not, with the occasional oriental. His wife and children never suspected a thing. Or perhaps they did, it’s hard to tell.
I had started as a valet, more a driver than anything else, but of late he had been trusting me with tasks on my own. Driving his filmy contacts around. Agents, sometimes, his real estate buddies at others. Oh, Daddy was into a bunch of stuff, and most of it, I was pretty sure, was illegal, but that was none of my business. As long as I kept quiet and did what he told me to, I got paid.
‘What time’s the flight, boss?’
‘Karkera will tell you. Take her from Airport to the Goregaon flat. And listen, Shah. Look after this one, yeh special hai.’
As I turned onto the Airport road the next day, I wondered what was special about this one. Not his first Thai girl, and not the best looking either, but maybe she had shown him some special skills. I could only speculate.
I spotted her almost immediately – large suitcase, shirt shirt, black skirt. Looking almost like an air-hostess.
‘Daddy sent you?’ she asked, in accented English when I approached her.
‘That’s right. Nithyanala, right?’
‘That’s me,’ she smiled. Her voice was throaty and deep, but otherwise she seemed quite normal. She was quite short, barely over five feet tall, and thin too, in fact her waist was among the narrowest I’ve seen, even in the shirt, but her breasts pointed perkily towards me. I sighed, thinking of the old geezer getting to enjoy her while I, young and horny, would just spend the night, as every other, masturbating quietly in my rented 1-bedroom flat.
When we reached the Goregaon flat – one of several Daddy had around Mumbai – I found that he had arrived there already. There he sat on the sofa in his white kurta and loose pyjama, fat as he was, looking at us as we entered, Nithyanala first, me dragging her bag behind.
‘Hi, Daddy,’ she said, raising a hand.
He got to his feet and beckoned her on. She approached, and he placed a slobbering kiss on her mouth.
‘Go, fresh up,’ he said. I laid down her bag on a table, and she went towards the bathroom.
‘Dekhna hai (want to watch)?’ Daddy asked, as he took his heavy tread behind her.
I was too surprised to reply, so I didn’t. He gave a grin and motioned for me to follow.
In the bedroom, he undressed quickly and sat on the bed. Pointing at a stool in the corner, he told me to sit there.
She emerged from the shower almost ten minutes later, covered in a white bathrobe. Whether she even saw me I don’t know, for she went straight towards Daddy and fell to her knees on the carpet, playing with the string of his pyjama. I winced as his ugly, white-haired cock emerged, floppy in her hand. She bent to work, licking that soft shaft with as good an approximation of real desire as I’ve ever seen. He pushed back the robe from her neck to expose her breasts, and then I saw the old man’s shaft respond, pink flesh curving upwards, about five inches in length, as he had a beautiful view of her small nippled-breasts. Her arms, thin but muscled, gripped his legs as she kept sucking, moaning, teasing him. He whimpered as he came, a few watery drops of semen sliding down his cock into her lips and down her chin.
‘Mazaaa dekhna hai (want to watch the fun)?’ he asked, looking at me now, as Nithyanala got on her feet. She seemed to notice me for the first time, and her eyes showed her surprise.
Daddy pulled her bathrobe off her, and it fell to her feet. I gasped, nearly falling off the stool. She had a penis! A small, soft, dark penis. Nothing about her – nothing at all – had given it away, except maybe her voice, though now I noticed the hands, larger than a woman’s usually were, and the hint of an adam’s apple in her neck.
‘Shag it, baby,’ he slurred, laughing, and she – I refused to think of her as a man, even after seeing what she had between her legs – began to stroke her cock. Initially it seemed to stiffen only a little, but then she fixed her eyes upon me and I watched it grow…magnify…harden immeasurably. Before my eyes it expanded, long and sleek, beautiful in it’s shape, until it was longer than my own, I could have sworn, and I was over six inches long. She seemed to have at least 2 inches on me, maybe more, and as she stroked harder and harder, her eyes closed. A gush of thick cum shot out and hit Daddy’s white-haired chest. Four, five drops, and then she staggered back.
‘Go, start the car, boy,’ Daddy smirked at me, and pulled her closer. I ran out, the last thing I saw as I closed the door being Nithyanala leaning in to lick her own juice off that dirty old man’s chest.
I drove Daddy back to his own home a few minutes later. The next morning, I heard, Daddy had her moved to his bungalow in Lonavala, and she stayed there for six months, learning English with a tutor. I saw her sometimes when I drove him there, but we never got to speak.
Then, one day, Daddy called me to his office.
‘I have an important job for you, boy. The most important yet.’
‘Whatever you want, boss,’ I replied.
‘I’m getting Nala a job as an on-set make-up girl for the movies. You’ll be her full-time chauffer – and caretaker. If she goes flirting or even talking to other men, I hear about it. Understand?’
‘Yes, boss,’ I said.
‘And if YOU touch her, you are dead. Dead, do you understand?’
‘Yes,’ I shuddered, for I knew he meant it.
‘You start next month. First at film city and then in Goa. Now get lost.’
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