Sin City
Copyright© 2009 by Audrey Haber
Chapter 79
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 79 - 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
Madhavi was doing her calisthenics before the TV when the phone rang. She would have let the machine get it, but she was expecting Birju to call.
He was in Bangalore for a business deal and wanted to be back in time for tonight's Mumbai Times bash. He knew she was going to meet Alan there of course, and perhaps even go home with him afterwards -- for a quick "nightcap".
But they were to enter the party together, as Mr and Mrs Birju Gurjani. This was Madhavi's idea. She intended to use her image as slightly less-sophisticated wife of big retail store owner to its fullest advantage.
Besides, entering the party with her husband on her arm wouldn't start tongues wagging and papparazzi clicking. While she could always pretend to meet Alan there and then be with him. As for leaving, at those parties, who leaves with the same person they came with anyway?
She smiled slyly, looking forward to the time when she could pick out the hunk of her choice and then leave with him instead of having to go with Alan. He bored her now. Almost as much as Birju did. Soon, it would be time to discard him.
So she answered the phone. And it was Birju.
But not the Birju she was expecting.
"I told you," he screamed down the line in a voice that made her hair stand on end. "I told you this mad game would get out of control. Now, look at what you've done, you stupid woman! You've ruined me!"
"Birju, what are you talking about? At least tell me."
She fumbled with the remote, trying to cut the volume on the TV. The Britney Spears music video, 'Drive Me Crazy', ended just then and a commercial began, blaring louder than the programme.
She dropped the remote, rattled by Birju's panic-stricken tone. It clattered to the floor, a battery popping out and rolling mischeviously under the dining table. She ignored it.
Birju told her to look at today's issue of MT, still screaming like a jet engine at take-off.
She dropped the phone without disconnecting. Today's morning papers were right here on the sofa. She picked them up and riffled through frantically -- tossing aside all the supplements, Education, Jobs, Shopping, God, was this a newspaper or a supermarket supplement? -- and finally found the familiar gaudy and glitzy front page of Mumbai Times.
Birju hadn't mentioned where in the issue to look or what to look for. But she turned the page quickly, searching for some sign. She found it right away on the notorious Page 3 of MT, creator of reputations for wannabe celebs -- and destroyer of them as well.
Alan's picture, with him in a suit and tie, hair gelled back, looking like a young mafia don -- what else were media celebs if not the godfathers of our time? -- leaped out at her.
The title of the column was:
"Like husband, like wife: The Shocking True Story of a rapist and his accomplice"
And below that was the logo-
Man About Town
Alan Mendes
She scanned the column hurriedly, her hands shaking, the sweat on her headband caused by more than just the calisthenics.
Her name and Birju's names weren't mentioned. Just their initials, Mr BG and Mrs MBG. But the descriptions of their appearance and other details would make it crystal clear to anyone who knew them: Birju's clients, associates, her friends. And most of all, the media. Alan Mendes had broken the story of Birju's sadistic exploits. And instead of presenting Madhavi as a victim, he had shown her to be a willing and enthusiastic accomplice.
She sank to the ground, the paper crumpling in her hands. The television blared a commercial for gel-filled ball pens at her. The phone lying beside her ear on the couch screeched with Birju's voice, still on the line. But all Madhavi could take in right now was Alan Mendes' picture in his MT Column.
He seemed to by grinning directly at her. Mocking her as he destroyed her entire life and her future in less than 800 words.
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