Sin City
Copyright© 2009 by Audrey Haber
Chapter 63
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 63 - A tale about Page 3 lifestyles and relationships set in Bombay, India, in the late Nineties.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Rape Blackmail Cheating Cuckold Rough Torture Interracial White Male Slow
Arif came out of the R&B bar just as a cable car passed by. It clanged several times as it negotiated the steep gradient. This was one of the steepest of 'Frisco's 40-odd hills and the cable car looked as if it was standing on end as it reached the top. He shook his head, thinking that back in aamchi Mumbai, there would probably have been a hundred accidents involving runaway cable cars every year.
He grinned and waved at a black kid sitting in the last rear seat of the car, face pressed up against the window. The black kid's night-black mouth cracked open to reveal a mouthful of gleaming pearl-white teeth. He waved back just as the car topped the rise and was silhouetted by the late afternoon sun. It went over and out of sight, like an image in a Hollywood film.
Arif felt good, alive, refreshed. Coming to San Francisco had been a great idea. He had gotten into a rut back in Bombay. Depressed, confused, disgusted with himself, his work, his clients, his life, his marriage.
I was on the verge of committing suicide, he thought. Ready to blow my brains out with my father's old revolver kept in the drawer of his desk in the Reay Road godown office.
Standing here right now, in the pleasant afternoon sunshine of beautiful 'Frisco, within sight of the Golden Gate Bridge with its inspiring arches, he couldn't imagine how he could have reached that state of mind. It was like a previous avatar, another life.
A different Arif Merchant. Not the man standing here. The man who had hopped on a plane at a moment's notice and flown here with a beautiful, slightly older woman named Lena.
And who had spent the last week or so living it up to the hilt, feasting on the sights and sounds of the most liberated city in the world, meeting exciting new people every day, seeing the most amazing new things, discovering that there was so much more to life than just making a living and struggling to make the best of a bad marriage.
He couldn't imagine becoming that Arif again, the man who was so determined to kill himself. This man was a different man altogether.
He smiled, remembering the reason that had brought him here in the first place: Sarla. His wife. He wanted to find out why she had left him. And his desperation had dove-tailed with Lena's own desire to penetrate that group, The Perfumed Garden, and expose the leader of the group, Myanmar.
To read this story you need a
Registration + Premier Membership
If you have an account, then please Log In
or Register (Why register?)