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seed #365

I met  shiela at a night, in late 1999. I was crossing sovabazar while returning from some random work on a random day. I figured let’s go for a blowjob, not the whole work i checked myself. I was going through this phase of erection problems.

I was keen to explore, leach time and  make a decision about the whore. I couldn’t get past the entrance of the alley; They caught me, hordes of whores, Each pulling and pushing me, they were ugly, which made things very unpleasant. Then there was shiela. She came, she was sweet.  i was nervous,she looked best, i just followed hastily, without stating what I wanted; I think it’s more rude to ask for a blow than a throw.

Hers was one big room, divided by a curtain in between with a bed on either side. There was a crowd at the entrance.her room mate and few people doing adda. The lane to the room on which the building rested, was like every typical lower middle class Kolkata lane in evening; lot of people and chaos in its daily routine . except they were all whores. It was intimidating.

She told me to get naked. I was hesitant.  It was a good thing.  The only thing worse to get mugged by a whore is to get mugged by a whore naked. She took all my money and told me to get out. I was disappointed,No blow. Then I whined about how unfair this is. She told me to get out. I gathered her roommates. she denied the setup. I gathered her neighbors. She denied. but she looked upset and there was guilt in her eyes. Touching. Finally I said, just get me a goddamn Coke. And I have been banging her for 2 years now.

We had a grand time. She was the elite version of cheap whores; smart, tasteful and all. I would spend hours with her. She was cold, strong, independent woman. We had fun. We would bang all through the place, different rooms. random buildings. Walking around and eating puchka of the whore colony. I was not frequent though . For i guess around this the  murders  started.  Somebody was killing whores in the  colony. But infrequent still, we met. 2 years, Not many murders, but they looked  artsy, intricate and spiteful. Police were nonchalant, so life went on.

My visits always preceded the murders. Close shave;  It did spook me, but I didn’t really care to dig deep. 

 I did meet few colleagues of her ,but  I  never met the ones I liked again; you know how they are flirtatious and all;few of them specially. 

2 years, I am bored but i dont dare to be rude. I hardly visit now a days. we still do have a grand time.

Finally I asked her, i felt very awkward, if she would introduce me to any “hot friend of yours”, saying as  i twitch my waist and ass to compliment my statement and create some comic relief.

she said sure. Then we banged. Break up sex – intense and mildy vengeful.

I was there the next day. This had never happened before. I was greedy. I couldn’t get the hordes of whores out of my head. I wanted to bang them all. 

i always kept asking for her referral.She took me to some talented people. Few had become favs. I would always tip her cigarette money. I always insisted. She didn’t like it. She didn’t smoke.

Few of my favs started  turning up dead; Spiteful deaths.

Boy I was spooked, I decided to talk to shiela.

She told me it was her all along; She got jealous. Fatal charm I have. She said she didn’t love me, she didn’t care but I was not for share.

It was like the scene with the maid servant all over again.

She opened the bed side drawer and pulled out a tube. “Morphine” She says; I always wanted to try. Injection and am tripping on the bed. She was kind, I can’t imagine the pain and shock of my cock being hacked off if I wasn’t numb.