Chapter 6: The Fat Man

After a while the crowds thins down and the houses on the sides start to look worn out. The road seems bumpy too.

Then I notice the woman standing beside the road. She is wearing an unusually skimpy outfit. Her top is see-through, showing her lacey red bra and her skirt is just a few inches wide. She has applied solid lipstick on her lips and seems to be looking at every vehicle.

I realize she is a prostitute.

She was the first of many. I keep seeing them. “Isn’t this the best place? See those are just like you!”, Uncle laughs.

I remain quiet. I don’t think they are like me. I don’t think they like what they do. They are doing it for their survival. I am the only one fucked up enough.

He enters one of the worn-out apartment buildings and parks his car in the parking lot.

At the same time, another car parks and a fat man and woman climb out of it. The man is the same age as my uncle and the woman is much younger and wearing a dress that barely covers her butt. I know she is a prostitute too.

Uncle and the man smile at each other. The man walks towards us and the prostitute follows.

“Where did you find something like this?”, the man asks, ogling my breasts. Uncle had thrown the nipple pasties on the road and not allowed me to wear a bra. My marshmallow-sized nipples are plainly protruding through my shirt.

I cover my chest by folding my arms over them.

“She is my brother’s daughter!”, Uncle replies.

The man looks apologetic. Uncle smiles and then looks at me.

“Didn’t my brother teach you any manners? Aren’t you supposed to greet your uncle’s friends?”, Uncle says.

But he is a fat ugly man with a prostitute and is ogling at my breasts.

I fold my eyes and say, “Namaste”.

Uncle chuckles again.

“This is how you greet people in villages. Here, girls like you, are expected to hug to greet people”, uncle says.

I look at him in shock. The man looks confused too. Suddenly my nipples harden.

Uncle looks at the man. Uncle looks sober like he wants to say something serious.

“Show her how a chick like her is greeted”, Uncle says extremely slowly and gives a big nod to the man.

The man nods like he understands. He looks at me. This time he has a big sinister smile.

He grabs me and pulls me into his arms. The next moment I feel squeezed by one hand wrapped around me and have my breasts groped by the other hand. He is squeezing them roughly over my shirt.

My hands try to reflexively push him off even though I can feel myself rapidly getting wet. He is a total stranger, I am meeting for the first time who is groping me outside in the broad daylight. A sudden wave of excitement spreads throughout my body.