No, she had not resorted to prostitution, not at all. She was proud to think, that she had never traded sexual favours for money or any other kind of favor. Though she had done almost everything else, from waitressing to working as spot boy.
But recently she was having doubts. Serious doubts. She knew more than one girl who had moved from extras to heroines, within a very short span of time and she knew that they, unlike her, had used their body other than a coat-rack to land the jobs.
She was not a virgin, not by a long shot, even in the small, unknown city she was well-admired by guys. But the boyfriend she had chosen about 15 years older than her, he had taught her a lot in sex, and surprisingly, for her, he had satisfied her in ways she was sure those younger guys could not imagine. Soon after she came to Bombay, she had met a nice young guy, this time she had taught him some things. They were still going out, though most of Ayesha's time was spent in earning a livelihood, and Rajat was no better off than she was. In fact, she had had to lend him money a couple of times.
Today was a little different. Today she woke up with her landlady's shrill warning ringing in her ears still fresh from last night. "The rent by this Friday or all your stuff will be out on the road." She couldn't blame her, rent was due from last 3 months. She had to find a job, she had to. And in two days!
She picked up yesterday's newspaper borrowed from the landlady and started looking for a job. Not a film heroine, just any job. Extra, spot boy, typist, secretary, anything; "Movie director needs secretary", the headline hit her right between the eyes, a chill ran down her spine as she thought how perfect it would be, the whole journey of secretary-to-movie-heroine ran before her eyes in the blink of any eye. She read the ad, "active, obedient, quick, agile...blah, blah" the usual stuff.
She took care in getting ready. The money she brought from home, she had wisely invested that in good clothes, and no matter how little she earned, she always maintained a small but sufficient supply of cosmetics. If you want to get a break in a movie you can't walk in looking like a tramp off the road, no matter how hard up you are.
Fortunately, she was only 21, her body was young and supple, perfect curves, with a bust measurement of 36C and an ass that the supermodels could envy, with a slim waist that looked like it was shaped by a master sculptor with a slow and careful chisel. She kept her hair in a careful, modern cut with most of her hair reaching the middle of her back but enough of them to play around her cheek from both sides, short and sexy. Sure it made waitressing tough, but lured men like bees to honey. She had them died reddish brown and they contrasted perfectly with her fair skin, cupping her small oval face from both sides.
She didn't need to but still worked out regularly, at home, to keep her long legs, slim and shapely. There was not a muscle in her thighs that was not well-toned.
Similarly, she always kept her pussy completely hairless, not just for sex, it really made her feel good. Today she covered it with a sheer white lacy thong that just covered the mound of her tight pussy and no more.
She put on a short white denim skirt, about 10 inches, just covering her tight butt and nothing more, the edges rough as the fashion was, and she didn't use a belt. She matched it with a plain black top, sleeveless, actually the sleeves were cut away so deeply that it was more like a tank top. It was tight enough that it grasped her big boobs quite nicely and she had no use for a bra when she wore this. It left her flat tummy fully bare and she was really proud of her tummy, just like the rest of her body.
She pushed her feet into her 3" high black heels, tied up the straps that came halfway up to her knees, and she was ready. She looked in the mirror, satisfied with the overall effect, sprayed perfume in all the right places and she was ready to go.
Even before she reached the address, she knew where she was going. She had not been able to recognize it from the address because the name of the building was missing in the ad, otherwise movie directors and producers were constantly the topic of her conversations, chats and research. And now she was a little scared, nervous, terrified would be a better word. This director was known in the industry by the stranger nickname of "Romeo" and he supposedly lived up to his nickname. He had given a break to countless girls in his movies. He was credited with so many "discoveries", that would fill a book. But he was known for exploiting girls. However, he had never been legally charged with rape or sexual harassment. May be it was rumour, media hype that Bollywood folks always used for their advantage.
She entered the mansion-type house and immediately got awed. The place was so big, even from her limited point of view.
Just then she saw a girl come towards her, and stopped her, "Er..excuse me, I am here for the secretary position..."
"The interviews were yesterday", the girl interrupted. Damn, not having a current newspaper sucked.
"Yes, but is the position still open?"
"Umm...I really don't know. Come with me, I'll find out. By the way, I am Mahima."
"I am Ayesha!" She tried to smile.
On the way she saw Kareena walking towards her with Amisha Petal by her side.
"---I don't know how to remove the cum-stains, this is such a nice dress too--", she heard Kareena say, she was holding a sequin dress in her hands.
"Then don't wear it when you know he's going to fuck you, hun!" Amisha replied coolly.
"Oh, but he likes me in this dress, if I don't wear it my chances of getting any action would be so much reduced." Kareena said with a sly smile.
"Come", Mahima said as she turned right into a small room. There was another girl behind a small desk, very obviously a receptionist. But this receptionist was part of more than half a dozen ad campaigns on TV, Ayesha could recognize Preity Zinta anywhere by now. Reception was just one of her duties she was sure now.
Mahima asked, "Preity, did Sir appoint someone for the second secretary position?"
Ayesha prayed, "Oh, please say no, oh God, please let her say no".
"No", Preity replied, "He told me 3 girls to hold for call back but not final yet."
"Will he see another candidate?" Mahima pointed towards Ayesha.
"Erm...I can ask him, he's in the office now."
"You are such a sweetheart", Mahima bent over and kissed Preity right on the mouth and Preity too responded warmly kissing her back. Oh, how Ayesha stared.
"What's your name?" Preity asked Ayesha as Mahima left.
"Aa..Ayesha, Ayesha Takia!", suddenly she was very nervous.
"Take a seat! I'll talk to Sir!" She pointed to a couch by the wall.
Ayesha sank into the comfortable couch, keeping her legs together nervously as her knees were now higher than her butt.
She was fascinated by what Preity was wearing, just a little pink tank top that showed her tits and a little plaid skirt that wouldn't cover her butt if she stood up, sitting down it was covering nothing. As Ayesha sat opposite her she could see her pussy clearly, as Preity was sitting with her legs wide open.
Preity looked up from the phone and said, "Ayesha, it's your lucky day, Sir will see you. Come here."
Aayesha felt good for the first time this morning. She approached Preity's desk.
"Are you wearing panties?" Preity asked her in a low-voice.
Ayesha was taken aback by the question, but she responded, "Y..yes, I am!"
"Then it's no use going in."
"But how does that matter? This is a secretary position." She protested. That's what had enabled her to come in after she recognized the place.
"If I have to explain that to you, you won't get the job anyway."
"But...please?" She pleaded.
Preity looked her in the eye, "Look, if I send you in like that, you won't get the job, and I have a 50% chance of losing mine. And I don't want to lose my job. So make up your mind."
It is surprising how many thoughts can go through a person's mind in a second. Ayesha made her decision, she reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties, she had to take support on Preity's desk to pull them off past the high heels, but she did it.
"Now?" She asked doubtfully with her flimsy little thong dangling on her finger.
Preity took it, "You can leave them with me, if you don't get the job you can pick it up on your way out."
"And if I get the job?"
Preity smiled, her cheeks dimpled, "Then you won't need them anyway!"
Now Ayesha was really nervous, as she knocked on the inner office door, her heart was pounding, her legs weak.
"Come in", she heard a male voice, she opened the door and stepped in.
The first thing that struck her was that unlike some other celebrities she had met, Romeo was in fact as handsome in person as on the screen, and the second thing she noticed was the girl in his lap whom she recognized as Riya Sen the upcoming actress. He was sitting in a big executive chair signing papers and the girl in his lap was turning pages for him.
While Romeo was dressed in a silk dressing gown, the girl was wearing just a sheer babydoll, which covered her breasts and her pussy only with a sheer black fabric, meaning hiding nothing. Ayesha stood spellbound for a minute until Romeo said, "Come in Ayesha, come, come!"
She felt reassured by the comforting tone he used, comforting and soothing, like he knew she was a stranger in this environment and wanted to set her mind at rest. In a few short steps, she stood near his desk, waiting to be told to sit.
Romeo finished signing the papers, pushed the girl off his lap and looked at Ayesha, "Would you like something Ayesha, tea, coffee, cold drink?
"N..no, thank you, sir!", right now she could not drink anything even if someone paid her, but again the offer soothed her stressed nerves, her heart calmed down a little.
Romeo got up out of his chair and came around the desk towards her, "Where are you from Ayesha?"
She named her small town.
"Er...where is that?" He perched himself on a corner of his desk close to where she was standing and took her portfolio from her and put it on his desk behind him and took her hand, as she told him the name of the nearest big city.
"Oh! I had a assistant director from near there in one of my movies, good chap."
He held her small, soft hand in his big hand and caressed the back of her soft hand with his thumb as he talked, "But there are a lot of companies there, in Lucknow, why did you come to Bombay to become a secretary?" he asked with a puzzled expression on his face.
She found his light caress very soothing and comforting, she liked this guy. She couldn't understand her own nervousness and fear of a few minutes ago. She opened up with him, "No sir, actually I did not come here to be a secretary. I came to Bombay to be a heroine, just like so many others." She smiled ruefully.
He smiled with her, not jeering or mocking like so many others but like he understood, like he could sympathize with her.
"But Sir, you know how it is in this business, one must survive.."
He patted her hand, "Yes honey, I know. It's a not an easy world to live in!" he sighed.
He seemed to hesitate, before he went on, "Listen, all I have to offer you is the secretary position. It is true that the girls who stick with me, no matter in what capacity, get their break. Even my receptionist Preity is on her way to be a top model. And Riya's first movie is launching next month." He extended his right hand and Riya came dancing into his embrace standing so close to him, Ayesha could see her breast pressing into his side. She kissed Romeo's cheek as she snuggled up to him, without caring that Ayesha, a stranger was watching. Ayesha tried not to look at her shaved pussy that was so clearly visible through the sheer fabric of the black babydoll.
Romeo caressed Riya's bare back and squeezed her ass lightly, "Doll, I need some coffee!" he said.
"Yes Sir!", Riya went out.
Romeo pulled Ayesha's hand to bring her closer a little, looking into her eyes as he said sinerely, "Look honey, I am not promising you anything, nothing at all, but if you stay here there is a chance your dream may come true. I like to make dreams come true." He smiled at her.
She liked his smile, so sincere, so warm. She smiled back.
He stood up at cupped her soft cheek in his big hand, "I didn't notice before but you do have a very cute face, kind of ..er...fresh look...like a sweet virgin."
She blushed at the word but felt so good inside. Romeo thinks I am cute, fresh sweet virgin, wow!
He walked around her and stopped behind her. She held her breath as she felt his hands on her bare sides.
"Not a bad figure either", he commented, as his hands moves softly up and around her small, bare waist.
"Open your legs a little wider, will you?" He said casually. She opened her leg more than shoulder width. Her heart was pounding again, this time with excitement. Romeo was looking her over as an actress.
"Do you work out Ayesha?"
"Yes, Sir, very regularly!" She was proud of her body and her self-discipline in eating and exercise.
Romeo's hands moved to her firm ass and he caressed her tight ass cheeks before taking them in his hands and squeezing softly, "It shows! It's not easy maintaining a butt like this.", His hands moved around on her sexy, tight ass and kneaded, "You must be very proud of your ass, aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir. I do work hard to maintain it." She was no longer nervous, in fact she was feeling like she felt after a few pegs of vodka. Romeo was complimenting her butt, how many girls could say that in the Tinsel Town.
His hands move to her back, touching and caressing her skin over the thin top, then caressing her bare shoulders.
"Ayesha, I am really in need of a second secretary right now. To jot down my ideas and my plans at any time of day or night. I need a girl who can be obedient, efficient and available."
His hands moved slowly around her slim body to caress her flat stomach.
"Yes, sir!" She said with some difficulty. She was no longer nervous but her heart was beating faster.
"But..", she stopped thinking as he continued, "I don't want a goody-goody girl, they are all hypocrites. I like to have fun and I like girls around me who know how to have fun. Now I interviewed so many girls yesterday, most of them were just whores. For money and to grab a chance they will do anything!", she could hear the contempt in his voice.
He turned her around to face him, "But you look like a nice girl, a genuine girl, not a whore and not a goody-goody! Right?"
"Yes, sir!" She smiled. He liked her.
"Can you be the girl I need?"
"Yes, Sir!" She said in a convincing tone.
"You will be on my beck and call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Can you handle that? Of course the salary will be triple too, plus the perks."
Ayesha could see all her problems going away at once. Big salary and if it's 24X7 she'd probably be living here, so no rent.
"I can handle it, Sir!", She said with conviction.
"Can you be 100% obedient?"
"Yes, Sir. Anything"
"Alright then! Hands behind your back, legs wide open, head up, look at me!" He fired the instructions at her quickly.
She complied as he was talking, opening her legs very wide, she held her hands behind her back, and lifting her chin to look at him squarely.
"Very good!", He kept making minor adjustments to her pose, his fingers brushing lightly on her bare arms. A chill went up her spine as he touched her.
She had played the domination/submission game with her first, older lover so many times. But this was for real, this was a 1000 times more exciting. Her whole body was responding to his light caresses. Every word from his mouth was making her tingle in that private place.
"Are you a good girl, Ayesha?" She didn't even have to think about that one, her head shook in negation almost before the question reached her mind, like a reflex. An old, well-learned reflex.
"Your legs say you are a good girl, spread them!".
She spread them wide, almost 3 feet. Her skirt hiked up so high on her thighs, it was barely hiding her pussy, or may be not. She was afraid to look until told to look down.
He started caressing her cheek, "You are a nice girl. With a cute face and a nice figure.", his hand strayed down, on her chest, slowly caressing and fondling her soft, breast. "Mmm, not bad, what size are you, doll?"
"36C Sir." She replied without hesitation and with some pride.
"Hmmm", his eyebrows lifted, "Perfect 36C, that's really amazing! I want to see them. Will you take your top off for me?"
Her arms were above her head taking the top off before her mind intercepted with, "What the hell am I doing?", and then she felt his hand caressing her bare breast, fondling it gently in his, big, strong hand. Her hands fell to her sides the little top dangling from her right hand carelessly as a powerful current ran up and down her body. She had never felt like this before. Both his hands were now fondling her tits, squeezing them softly, his thumbs touching and playing with her nipples.
"mmmmm", she whimpered like a kitten, needing more now. Her tits were very sensitive, especially the nipples, one touch and she melted. She could feel her pussy flood with juices. Her eyes were closed, enjoying his soft caresses on her young, sensuous body.
"Is your ass as sexy as your tits, doll?"
She just nodded, waiting for the next instruction.
It came, "Show me."
She turned around and put her hands on his desk, spreading her legs wide as she bent over nicely, a perfect submissive pose. Her skirt rode up her ass, more than half of her pert ass now displayed to her new master.
He hiked it up even further and started caressing her ass cheeks, slowly squeezing them, kneading them lightly in his big strong hands. As he pulled them apart she could feel her pussy ooze more juices.
When he put his hand between her legs and started caressing her soft, shaven pussy lips, her pussy started leaking immediately. Here she was, a good girl for all intents and purposes, and here she was bent over the desk of a perfect stranger, her most private parts on display so shamelessly. And now he was rubbing her pussy and she was excited about it, excited, turned on, her whole body on fire.
"Not a virgin, are you, doll?" He asked.
"No, Sir!", she replied quickly and proudly, surprising herself.
Then she felt this finger entering her soft, hot pussy hole. A moan escaped her lips.
He pulled out and pushed it in again, "Oh God yes!"
He continued fingerfucking her tight little cunt as he instructed, "Put your elbows on the table, spread your legs wide, and push your ass back, get in the fucking position".
That word, the f-word, made her tingle again, her body feeling like she had just touched a live wire.