Chapter 12: The Party and the Performance

Vishal beamed with pride as his friends began to arrive at the apartment. He saw Randi as a project, a creation of his own making, and she was embracing her role with an eagerness that thrilled him. As each of his friends entered, their eyes widened at the sight of the beautiful naked American woman, adorned with sparkling jewelry and a collar that bore her new name.

“Welcome, welcome,” Vishal said, greeting each of his friends with a warm smile. “Meet my Randi. Is she not a sight to behold?”

His friends smiled and nodded, their eyes raking over Randi’s body as they made appreciative and sometimes degrading comments in Hindi. Randi, not understanding the language, simply smiled and greeted each of them warmly, showing no disrespect despite their crude remarks.

“Vishal, she is even more beautiful in person,” one of his friends said, switching to accented English for Randi’s benefit. “You have done well.”

Randi blushed, feeling a mix of pleasure and humiliation at the compliment. “Thank you,” she murmured, her eyes downcast.

As the men settled into the small apartment, Randi busied herself serving them plates of food and beer. She moved gracefully among them, her body on full display, a sight for their hungry eyes. Vishal turned on some music, the beat pulsing through the room. He turned to Randi, his eyes gleaming with a command.

“Dance for us, Randi,” he said, his voice firm. “Show my friends how beautiful you are.”

Randi hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. But she complied, moving to the center of the room, her body beginning to sway to the music. The men whooped and cheered, their eyes locked on her as she danced, her movements growing more provocative with each passing moment. She spread her legs, giving them a lewd show, her body glistening with sweat under the lights.

Vishal watched, his pride swelling with each cheer from his friends. After fifteen minutes of dancing, he turned to his friends and smiled, speaking in Hindi. “Watch how much control I have over this bitch,” he boasted, his voice filled with triumph.

His friends laughed and nodded, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Vishal turned back to Randi, his voice sharp with command. “Kneel down, Randi. Show my friends how obedient you are.”

Randi immediately dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on Vishal. He undid his pants, freeing his erection, and Randi crawled to him, her movements graceful and submissive. She took him into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she began to suck, her head bobbing up and down.

The room fell silent, the only sound the wet noises of Randi’s mouth on Vishal’s flesh. His friends watched, their eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. Vishal smiled down at Randi, his hand gently stroking her hair as she pleasured him.

“See how obedient she is?” he said, his voice filled with pride. “She is my creation, my pet. And she will do anything I ask.”

His friends murmured their agreement, their eyes locked on the spectacle before them. Randi continued to suck and lick, her body flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal. She had never done anything like this before, but she found herself thrilled by the sensation, by the knowledge that she was pleasing Vishal, that she was embracing her new role with abandon.

As Vishal finally reached his climax, his body trembling with release, Randi looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of submission and triumph. She had done it. She had proven her obedience, her willingness to please.