I attended college at State, and my sophomore year I had a life drawing class that literally changed my life. The drawing part was fine, I'm actually pretty good at that, but then we got a new nude model. My little sister!
This is a story about how an Indian actress, who is full of attitude is brought to her knees. It starts with a normal blackmail, but soon, things push her down into a spiraling path of humiliation, non-consensual sex, pain and suffering. The deeds that she did in her past haunt and subjugate her. Her fall from grace and subsequent subjugation in the hands of her rivals are entailed in this story.
I was released after serving five years for armed robbery although I only did the getaway driving. I pride myself that in all the robberies I had taken part in I never was caught once during the getaway. The ex prisoner's association found me a driving job, chauffeur to a rich man and his family
"You always had a nice lap to sit on," mused Trish. "God what was that game we used to play?" "Game?" I said casting my mind back. "You know the one where you tried to throw the other off the sofa," she said.
The house was quiet now but she hoped there was somebody else awake. She strained to hear footsteps on the landing outside her door and at last she heard them. She pulled her nightie up around her neck, opened her legs wide and waited for her lover to arrive.