Chapter 7

Bhanu had trapped me with his body, his arms were rubbing against my breasts, and he had opened a pornographic picture of a woman that looks just like me. He was breaking my mind. I didn’t know what I should do. Should I pretend to be offended, scared ... should I leave? How would a normal woman react?

“Can you identify all the erogenous zones of a woman’s body in the picture?”, he asked.

I heard the question, but I couldn’t believe he expected me to do that. My mind flashed an image of him with a notebook in front of me imagined him asking me to identify all the erogenous zones on my naked body.

“Before that, do you know what an erogenous zone means?”, he asks.

I was too out of my mind to answer him. So he just explained, “it’s those areas, which you can ... hmm ... interact with to sexually excite the woman...”

“So go on, point them out”, he said.

I am still frozen.

“It’s all right ... we are adults...”, he said, grabbed my hand and placed it on the mouse.

“Come on, this should be easy for you! You have the same parts...”, he said.

I could not believe what was happening. Same parts! Did he mean, like all women, I had similar parts, or was it the fact that the woman in the picture and I had almost similar bodies?

He kept his hand on my hand until I started to move the mouse. I realised it’s so much harder to control the mouse when volcanoes are going off in my body.

“Do you want another hug?”, he asked, and while he asked, from behind, he wrapped his hand around me, just below my breasts and started to lift me. I had to hurriedly stand to stop his arms from lifting my breasts. Then he turned me around and pulled me into another tight hug, immediately pressing our bodies against each other. I could once again feel his hardness.

I could see more of Ritesh, he was watching us, smiling, and his right hand was in his pocket.

I just closed my eyes and waited for Bhanu to end the hug.

“Are you ready now to point out the erogenous zones?”, he asked after a few minutes while he was hugging me tightly.

I knew he wouldn’t stop until I said. All I would do by not answering would be to delay.

One part of me told me I could always leave the interview. I shushed that part.

I nodded but realised he couldn’t see, so I whispered yes. He let me go, and I was going back to sit on his chair when he told me to wait. Then he cleared a stool that had some cups and a jug and brought it to the middle of the desk between him and Ritesh, and then pointed me to sit while he sat in his chair, to the left of the stool.

The desk was for two people, not even two, I think. When I sat down, my legs were touching both of their legs. I glanced at Ritesh, saw him looking at my breasts as if they were a delicious piece of cake and then looked at the monitor with a naked woman.