Episode 5
Aishwarya Rai was the first celeb I ever wrote about. Centuries ago I got disappointed there were no stories about this stunning woman and decided to take action myself. This episode is a heavily edited and rewritten version of that story.
Codes: cons, MMF, belly dance, oral, facial, double penetration
Starring: Aishwarya Ra
This story is smutty, sleazy, morally corrupt and will probably make you into a worse person. Consequently, it shouldn’t be read by anyone.
This story is FICTION. It did NOT happen. The people portrayed in this story do NOT act this way in real life.
October 2003«What do I know about India?» I said to the guy sitting in front of me. «Well, the country has been through a massive upheaval since colonial times,» I began, taking a deep breath before I started to speak as fast as I could just to fuck with him.
«The history goes back thousands of years, making India one of the countries which can lay claim to be the oldest nation in the world. Then the Brits and the Dutch arrived and had a bitchfight over territory and resources. The area that is India today consisted of several warring kingdoms of various sizes, but the Brits gradually gained control over the territories and used it as their own private cash cow throughout the 1800s. At the dawn of the new century the calls for independence had become too great to ignore. They eventually got their independence in 1947, causing an immediate split thanks to religious difficulties between hindus and muslims. Gandhi was the man with the plan, but he was killed shortly after. From then on…»
«Okay, okay, you were obviously a history major, I get it!» Greg laughed heartily from the other side of the desk before he continued; «What I really want to know is, have you actually BEEN to India?»
I tilted my head upwards to see if God had bothered to write down the right answer up there for me to read. The fact of the matter was that I had indeed been to India, no more than three years ago. A deal gone wrong, thanks to a few quislings had led to a certain operation of discreet nature. There are secrets about my past that I want the people around me to know as little as possible about and that event was among those. It wasn’t something I wanted to reveal too much about, but I was certain I would be able to cover it up with sufficient half-truths.
«I have, a couple of times, yes. Last time was a few years ago when I was visiting the western part of the country, right north of Mumbai.» I said, thinking back to the immense beauty of the place. I wasn’t lying, I just didn’t tell him that my stay had also involved gunfights and hostage situations. Even death. «Before that I was… uh, backpacking with some friends in the northern part of the country. Kashmir area, traversing over to both Pakistan and Nepal.»
Kashmir was the actual place, and I had been over the route I had described with other people, but I didn’t want to let him in on it.
Greg nodded, seemingly impressed by my globetrotting skills. Even though I had concealed the truth I sometimes suspected that the bigwigs around the studios knew more about my past that they wanted to admit.
«What’s your impression of the people there?»
«The people? I don’t know… Comparing India to the US, there are cultural differences of course, as it is with every other country….,» I said, wondering where he was going with this. «In the rural areas I went, people lived under a very conservative and traditional mindset. I remember visiting a little town called Bounrati. The locals there told me time had pretty much stood still since pre-colonial times and everyone were protected by powerful moguls who ruled like medieval European kings. Of course, that’s one extremity of such an immense country. The major cities have adapted to modern times like any other place. It’s wrong to assume the people there are much different than us.»
«I see! So what do you know about Bollywood?» Greg asked. This was obviously what he wanted to talk about.
«Well… they’re certainly good at staging dance numbers. They have grandiose production values in most of the films I’ve seen. They also have world-class costume design, and they stretch their movies a bit beyond my level of patience… That’s the curse of growing up with cheesy action movies I guess.»
«U-huh!»
«Still, they are doing impressive things with cinematography and second unit choreography. I think it’s only a matter of time before there are some global breakthroughs landing hits outside of the Asian market.»
«No doubt. But you’ve got no experience in the movie-making business over there do you?»
«I’m surprised you even asked. What makes you think I had?»
«Don’t worry about it. Neither do I. The thing is, we might find ourselves in a battle of giants if we can’t haul in this deal that has been presented to us. The folks over at Paramount seems to think this is an excellent opportunity to do oversea business, but they wanted us to handle it, and now I’m forced to make decisions even though I’m unsure if we are the right people for the job. When I heard rumors that you had been to India I hoped you had sophisticated knowledge in how to deal with Bollywood executives.»
«Sorry to disappoint you. But why can’t we put the right people on this case? Surely we have our own middle-men who know how to deal with international affairs like this?»
Not this time. We’ve been tasked to take care of this situation ourselves. They wanted StarGazer since we’re in the ideal position to negotiate between bigger studios. Among them Miramar and some UK companies who do the distribution over in India.»
«So they want us to make a deal for them?»
«Looks like it. I have already made contact with certain executives from Panorama.»
«Panorama… That sounds familiar.»
«They’re the Indian studio calling the shots right now. They’re waiting for a response in just a week, and I thought it would be a good idea to meet up with them in person.»
«A visit to India?» I sighed, wondering if an oversea trip was really what I needed right now.
«It think it could be worth the risk. The case in question regards the casting of an actor in some upcoming project. She has been a rising star for a while now, and the Panorama guys insisted on her being the main attraction of this proposed film, even though she’s not yet a household name in the west. We’re going to have to sort things out with them.
«Fair enough. Who is this talent you’re referring to anyways?»
«This one.» Greg said and threw a number of Time Magazine over the desk to where I was seated.
I glanced at the front page photo of the stunning Indian lady. Her name seemed familiar. Aishwarya Rai? Wasn’t she…
«Hey! She was the Miss World winner a few years back wasn’t she?» I said, suddenly a lot more interested in this case.
«She was. Now she’s gone to the movies and is in the lead position for a role. Some of the guys at Panorama want her promoted in western movies, one of which was the subject of discussion - Bride and Prejudice I think the name was. Anyways… StarGazer are going to meet up with them next week. That’s the plan at least. You interested?»
I glanced at the image on the front page again.
«Sure!»
***
Only five days later I was strolling through the streets of Mumbai, walking along with Greg to the location Panorama had given us. The streets were crowded with all kinds of people. I assumed many were tourists and visitors like the two of us. We still stood out like sore thumbs, being the only ones as far as I could see, dressed in suits. We must’ve looked like agents from The Matrix.
As beautiful as India was, it was far hotter than I had preferred, my shirt already soaked into my body.
«Did you really turn down a cab?»
«I did.» Greg scoffed. «No reason for a cab when the hotel is merely twenty minutes away.»
«It’s hot!»
«I know. Sorry about that.» he grinned.
Another mildly disappointing thing about this trip, as far as I was concerned, what how westernized this part of India looked. This was my first trip to the urban areas of the country, and Mumbai wasn’t too far removed from what you'd find in any western metropolis. Sure, some people dressed differently, Asian culture and architecture were ever present, the food tasted sweeter and not everyone spoke English, but looking past some of the most obvious aspects you wouldn’t immediately think you were in India. Bollywood flicks had obviously gotten the best of me.
As we arrived at the studio entrance my impression of overdone westernization didn’t wane, but was reinforced if anything. The place reminded me far too much of what you’d see if you went to Paramount, Warner Brothers, 20th Century Fox and so on.
Inside we were greeted with a colorful display of posters showing some of Bollywood’s finest moments. As expected, there were movies focused on Hindu folklore, local culture and lots of dancing. Not to mention lots and lots of strapping men and beautiful women.
«Mmm, this is the kind of India I had in mind when I got here.»
«What do you mean?»
«They’re not afraid to show off their culture in media. And why shouldn’t they, when their business is on top in the world. You can’t do this if you’re dependent on American studios who want to exoticize everything.»
«Making every Indian character sikhs who have tigers at home, huh?»
«Yup. Just like stereotypical portrayals of Americans. I can think of some grotty examples.»
We both laughed as we sat down at one table.
«So… who were the people we are supposed to meet here?» I asked.
«To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. I do believe we’ll have to answer to a certain Aamir Gupta. At least he was the one that contacted me. I assume he’s supposed to negotiate this deal, but I’m certain he won’t be alone. Could be they have contacted some powerful people to lay pressure on us. I’m telling you this so you’re prepared for everything.»
«Got it.»
A pretty young lady came over to us.
«Greg Cosmatos and Alexander Taylor?»
«That’s us.»
«Please come this way.»
We followed this petite woman to an elevator that took us straight up to Panorama’s chief office - located on the top floor, just like any self-respecting studio. The room we entered seemed more like a penthouse suite. A thin guy with an impressive mustache greeted us. Beside him stood a shorter man in a white shirt.
In the back of the room sat another man who was shrouded in mystery for both me and Greg throughout our conversation. He was clad in dark shirt and kaki pants and wore a thin mustache. There was something genuinely intimidating about him. Could this be the studio-presence Greg had mentioned?
The two guys at the desk were seemingly the ones supposed to do the talking, and they were in high spirits from the get go.
«Mister Cosmatos and mister Taylor? Welcome to Mumbai. I am Aamir.» the guy with the mustache said as we shook hands. «This here is my colleague Imran Saleem,» he pointed to the light-shirted guy who nodded at us. They both sat down. That they hadn’t even bothered to mentioned the guy in the back didn’t strike me as the least bit strange.
«Thanks.» Greg said. We have a lot to talk about.»
***
There was lots of talk indeed. For the first twenty minutes we discussed the matters of cooperation and dealership, mostly concentrated on the level of creative freedom Panorama could expect to have in a feature that was essentially the first English-language movie Aishwarya Rai would star in. Like the article in Time had talked about, this was no doubt a haunting ground for studios fighting each other. So many studios had their hopes up this would lift the interest in Indian feature films, and with all those parts involved this was «revolver-business» on a high level. It was a hair raising experience, but I was glad Greg had taken me along. I could learn a thing or two about international negotiation procedure here.
«Mister Cosmos, here at Panorama we have certain ways of dealing with business. Let me tell you that we have a tradition for coming to agreements no matter what. No-one leave our office unless everyone involved are satisfied.» Aamir said to Greg.
«I’m glad to hear that, but if that’s the case you need to do better than what you’ve shown us so far. I’m sorry for being blunt, but you’ve got to understand, this isn’t a charity event. We have very little to gain from taking risks.»
«That is something we have all intention of solving mister Cosmatos. We are willing to negotiate.»
«Absolutely, that’s what we are doing right now!»
«…and we’ll take the week off if you want.»
«A whole week? That’s a lot of negotiation wouldn’t you say?»
I watched the drama unfold before me with the intent of learning as much as I could, but I felt like the sound was slowly sucked out of the room and I found myself in a vacuum. This was not unexpected. Fascinating as it was, I found myself being usually bored by the whole business side of things. If only people knew how little some of us who make decisions in the movie business care about actual deals being made.
I did however get the idea of what was going on. If foreign companies wanted to invest in a movie promoted by the wishes of a single company, they needed guarantee that said company could provide. You can’t make demands out of the blue and expect things to go smoothly. Profit is everything. There are official contract procedures for these kind of things today of course, but in 2004 you heard numerous headless demands by national and international distributors. The conversation taking place in front of me was supposed to prevent this from happening.
While Aamir defended Panorama I couldn’t help but study the decorations that covered the walls. Just like I had seen downstairs, and just like home at StarGazer, Panorama had a thing for posters. I scanned the room for some pictures of Aishwarya herself, but to no avail.
In the meantime Greg continued to assault Aamir with questions. At least it sounded like everyone was having a civilized conversation. None of the fistfights and death threats I imagined would ensue if the debate climate got heated enough. Greg was in the middle of reading through a folder Imran had handed him. He didn’t look satisfied - his legendary salesman face reminding me of a guy who was promised a Lamborghini and got a Skoda.
«Hmm. Okay, the numbers are fine, but I’m not entirely convinced…» Greg said as he studied the papers Imran had provided.
«You’re not?»
«No. Sorry, but when the stakes are this high I’m afraid you’ll need bigger guns.»
Aamir didn’t look the least bit concerned by Greg’s implied threats. Instead he smiled broadly, like he was ready to reveal a trump card.
«Well, mister Cosmatos, if I our revenue can’t convince you, then maybe you’d like a word with the hopeful star herself?»
«With… who?»
Instead of answering him, Amir pushed a button on his speaker. There was a short fuzz on the calling, before a female voice responded.
«Suleka? Yes, please send her in.»
Greg and me exchanged a puzzled glance. What were they up to now?
The doors behind us suddenly opened and we both turned around as a feminine figure walked inside. If eyes could literally pop out of their sockets, that must have been what I experienced then.
I think I had naively hoped for something like this to happen, but when it did happen it still took me a few seconds to realize that Aishwarya Rai herself had entered the room. After over half a year in this business I think I was beginning to feel more confident dealing with clients and actors, no matter what star power they held, but I gladly admit I felt intimidated when the Indian superstar walked in so casually. She was dressed in a black pant suit and a white sweater covered by a blazer. Her black shoes clicked to the floor as she walked over to us. Bowing politely she addressed the two of us.
«I’m glad to see you are taking this matter seriously enough to come all the way over here gentlemen.» she said as we exchanged handshakes. Her English was good, giving off only a slight Asian accent.
«Miss Rai, it’s our pleasure.» Greg said confidently as he rose up from his chair, sounding A LOT more friendly and easygoing than the business-voice he had utilized when negotiating with Aamir and Imran.
She turned to me and I hoped she didn’t notice the shiver my hand gave off as we shook hands. Staring into those brilliant diamond eyes of hers would make any heterosexual man queasy.
«Mister Cosmatos and mister Taylor, I understand you still have doubts regarding our contract. I assure you we have the best possible intentions.»
«Oh, don’t worry, there’s no doubt in my mind about that.» Greg said, as he nodded his head like he was headbanging at a metal concert. It was hilarious seeing him so docile, but female beauty make men do all sorts of stupid things.
«Listen, I’m willing to give you my input if it can make everyone involved here satisfied.» Aishwarya said, keeping her hands together. It phased me that she acted like a humble servant to the firm she was representing. Certain Hollywood stars had a lot to learn here.
«That sounds wonderful, but I’m positive we’ll sort something out Aishwarya.»
«Well, I insist. I mean…» she glanced over to Aamir who said something to her in a language neither me nor Greg could comprehend before she turned back to us again. «As my name is on the line I feel it’s only natural.»
«Aamir and Imran are doing a fine job so far, You don’t need to bother yourself with this.»
I was listening to a man desperately trying not to reveal he would do everything to bed her.
«Oh, but like I said, I… Um…»
Something about Aishwarya’s demeanor made me feel like she was trying to say something not easily put into words. As if to confirm this there was a sound from the other end of the room where mister mystery finally had something on his mind. I had almost forgotten he was there.
«What miss Rai is trying to tell you is that there is a second opinion on the table if you are willing to listen. We want this deal to get through, no matter what.» His voice was unusually cold, and his English was impeccable. «All for the benefit of international business relations of course.» he added, as if he wanted to make it sound less of a threat. In retrospect, I think it was the most important thing anyone had to say that entire day. I noticed the air in the room had shifted entirely when this man voiced his concern. Everyone was suddenly dead silent. Even Aamir and Greg.
Aishwarya looked dumbfounded for a second before she continued. «Uh… You see, I have a suggestion to make. I mean, we need to set up another meeting for this later on.»
«Later?»
«Yes, certain arrangements must be made. If you are willing of course.» She seemed intimidated by the guy in the corner. My first thought was that it was a reaction out of fear, but as I reflected on it later on I suppose there was some respect involved.
«A new meeting. Okay…»
«Yes, in time we’ll contact you. Can you wait?»
«By later, you mean «later today» right?»
«That’s our intention, yes. You don’t need to stay in Mumbai longer than you had initially planned.»
«I see.»
«That is acceptable I hope?» Aishwarya said. «We need to… Uh, revitalize and clarify our conditions first. If you can wait just a few hours we’d be eternally grateful.»
Right then it felt like we were moments away from someone saying or doing something stupid that would make this whole gathering crash-land. Sensing her unease, Greg solved the situation when he showed class and accepted the deal in a beat.
«Okay, that is acceptable Aishwarya. You contact us when you’re all ready and we’ll stay put until then.»
Greg shone before us like a knight in white armor, although I knew all too well he would never have accepted this delay if a guy had given him the same offer.
Aamir and Imran nodded to us from behind the desk. Even that mysterious guy in the back looked satisfied.
«Alright then, we’ll be in touch. You know where to find us.»
The two of us exited the room while Aishwarya stood with folded hands as we left, looking like the world’s prettiest mannequin.
***
We ate lunch at the small restaurant-cafeteria that was located inside the studio. I was in the middle of a medium chicken sandwitch when the receptionist that had showed us to the meeting earlier, Suleka I believe Aamir had called her, came over to us.
«Gentlemen, I was informed that you have another meeting coming up. We’ll have a car ready for you in a few hours.»
«So it’s not going to be here at Panorama?» Greg said, surprised. I was surprised too, as I had expected we would be called inside for another go after Panorama had come up with another strategy and laid their plans.
«No, but fear not. We will make sure you are present at the chosen location when the time comes. We are going to take you there.»
«It’s far?»
«Quite a bit outside of the city, yes. Not a place you want to reach by walking. Miss Rai expect the two of you to be present at 21:00.
***
The trip went as good as humanly possible. As we exited the hotel a few hours later we immediately spotted the large black limousine with the driver standing behind it. As we left the metropolitan area I considered the position I was in - on my way to meet a woman once crowned the most beautiful woman in the world.
«Panorama went all out this time.» Greg said as he studied the limo’s own minibar.
«Do I sense a bribe here? An exclusive trip for two Americans to sway their mood?»
«Don’t you just love this lifestyle.» Greg laughed as he poured himself a shot of Whiskey. «They spare no expenses if they have an opportunity to gain something.»
«They sure don’t.» I mused as I watched the cityscape fly by outside. As darkness had already descended, the urban areas looked even more like a western counterpart. «They were damn persistent on making Aishwarya the star of this film. But why did she insist on leading the meeting herself?»
«We will make arrangements» wasn’t that what she said? Something like that?»
«Yeah. Is she in a position to bargain herself? I thought her agents would take care of that.»
«Beats me. Could be she’s got an opportunity to prove herself.»
«Prove herself?»
«Remember Monica back at Paramount? Same thing here. As far as I know, there are hundreds, if not thousands of starlets trying to make a breakthrough in Bollywood. Just like back home. And it’s not necessarily the prettiest who get the best deals, nor is it a question of acting talent. Only the boldest can make a transition to the top of the food chain. Aishwarya could’ve taken the initiative in a way of proving herself, or trying to ascend another step up the ladder.»
«So it’s really like Hollywood then.» I said, thinking back to the situation in Jack Shaffer’s office a few months earlier.
«Exactly.»
«But success also comes from making the right connections, and that guy we saw earlier seemed to be on good terms with her. Maybe he’s the one pulling the strings here.»
«That wouldn’t surprise me at all. Shit! He actually scared me a little.»
«So you don’t know who he was?»
«No idea. But he seemed to stand somewhere above the folks at Panorama, which means he must be one tough sonuvabitch.»
«Yeah.» I agreed. «Now, what do you think of this upcoming event?»
«Difficult to say… Maybe they just want us to get drunk as skunks - making us easier to handle.» he said as he emptied his last shot.
«Wouldn’t work. I can handle twice of what any normal guy could.» I said as I poured my second shot of Bourbon.
«Me too.» Greg laughed. «Seriously though… I think this all depends on how hard Panorama want Aishwarya to get this role. We’ll find out soon enough.» he said as he leaned to his side and studied the dark landscape outside. In times like this Greg could put on a serious facade that I think was close to his real self. Years of experience had taught him a lot.
We drove alongside huge cotton fields before the terrain gave way to a rockier kind of landscape, although it was difficult to make out in the dark. We didn’t know it then, but the Limo was taking us to one of the most exclusive residential areas in the outskirts of Mumbai.
***
We showed up at our destination precisely at 20:56, right on schedule. I think both of us had expected a nice place, but we still weren’t prepared for the sight that awaited us. The building was a palace. A giant work of art that would’ve been called a multi million dollar mansion in the US. I was used to a slight sense of luxury as I had the privilege of living comfortably myself, but this was on a whole other level. It looked like a place royals of old colonial times would live in as they ruled the country.
Aishwarya greeted us out on the parking lot, clad in the same outfit as when we had first met her. There was a couple of cars parked around, but otherwise this massive mansion looked deserted, something that stuck me as odd.
«I must say, this is one hell of a place you’ve got here Aishwarya.»
«Of course. In our line of business you can afford the very best. Great isn’t it?» she said like she was in the housing business.
«It sure is.» I said.
«Okay, so we are here. But where are the others? I can’t see many cars here.» Greg asked.
«We’re alone.»
«Alone. as in alone?»
«Yes, is there any problem with that?»
«Uh, no, but…»
«I can assure you our meeting here is all happening under the direction of Panorama. You see, this place is reserved for … What do you call it… «Special events!»
«Special events?»
«Yes. That was what we needed time to plan earlier today. Follow me inside and I’ll show you.»
«Nothing scary I hope!?» Greg joked.
«Remember what Aamir told you - we want to show our goodwill and make sure both parts sign the contract on agreeable terms. This is what we were talking about.» she said. «And if you’re afraid we’re going to throw you to the tigers I can tell you we stopped doing that centuries ago.»
«I was joking, I was joking.» Greg laughed. He certainly showed off a softer side as soon as women were present. Especially if it meant he could charm himself down their panties. Aishwarya smiled back at us.
«I was certain of that Greg.»
«So are…» I started, but Greg cut me off in a hurry.
«Whatever you have planned sounds absolutely agreeable Aishwarya. We are more than happy to hear what you have to offer.»
«Thanks! Let’s go inside shall we?»
«Sounds great. But let me tell you - we’ve seen most everything imaginable. This better be something extraordinary.»
«Oh, don’t worry, it is!» she said in a flirtatious tone with far too much innuendo.
***
As we walked inside it was difficult not to notice that the facade felt like a modern-day masquerade to hide an interior decoration-job of a far more traditional style. The main hall that led inside from the front porch was enormous, like we were walking through a hallway of some medieval castle. Kings and queens would’ve felt comfortable here. The impression that this was some sort of royal palace didn’t subside the further we walked. Giant chandeliers hung from the overhead roof far above us, ornaments and statues that looked like they were made of solid gold flanked the walls and the entire floor was made out of marble.
«I could ask how expensive this place is, but I suspect I’ll be far off no matter what.» I said impressed as we gazed up at the giant orbs hanging above us.
«Start in the millions, and you’ll still be nowhere close.» Aishwarya said proudly, as she led us further inside.
Outside, this vast complex seemed completely abandoned, and my impression didn’t subside as we walked inside, something Aishwarya confirmed.
«This place has got a minimum maintenance crew, but they are located in the opposite part of the property, outside the main building. A few janitors will come by once in a while, but they have strict orders to do their duties after midnight. Until then we have the massive house for ourselves.» she said.
Like Greg, I was beginning to understand how she was going to «negotiate» with us.
At the end of the main hall we took a right turn that lead us past a larger staircase, with massive flights of stairs going up. Aishwarya took us past them through a narrower corridor. I was glad she could lead us, because newcomers would need a map to navigate this complex. She made a sudden turn to the right where the corridor led down into the basement. She motioned for us to follow.
«This way. We’re going downstairs.»
The stairs didn’t exactly take us down in a murky basement. The lower floor was just as luxurious as above, although the ceiling was considerably lower. Only about seven feet high or so. Aishwarya led us all the way down the passageway which finally ended in a door. She stopped outside and motioned for us to enter.
«Here. Our final meeting will take place inside this room. Go inside and wait on the couch in the centre. I’ll join you soon.» she said meekly. I did however sense higher stakes at play, as if she was preparing mentally for some important duty. Of which kind I could only imagine.
We went inside and Aishwarya closed the doors behind us. At first I thought the rom laid in complete darkness, but I soon realized the glorious light halls we had walked through made it seem darker than it was. The light had been dimmed to an absolute minimum, and it took us a few seconds before our eyes had adjusted and we could make out what was in front of us. A carpet with Hindu murals seemed to cover the entire floor. A large couch stood in the middle of the room, which could seat about 3-4 people. Beside it stood a small cocktail table with some exclusive vines.
The rest of the room continued to be an enigma right outside our field of vision, hidden in the dark. A giant mirror was seemingly taking up the entire wall in front of us, and an array of large paintings covered the other three walls, but it was difficult to make sense out of them in the dim light.
Greg sat down and poured himself a glass.
«You want some?»
«No, I’m good.» I said as I sat down beside him and wondered if I should look for a light dimmer. I eventually accepted a drink after about ten minutes. That was precisely when a voice suddenly rang.
«Gentlemen,» Aiswarya’s voice said, «prepare yourself for our negotiations.» We looked at each other in the near darkness, unsure as to where her voice came from. It was obviously transmitted through unseen speakers.
«As soon as the music start you are free to do anything you hearts desire. Anything. To anybody inside this room. This is our final offer and it will last for the duration of the music.»
«Well, this should be interesting.» Greg laughed excited.
The lights slowly rose, illuminating the room. I heard Greg gasp beside me. The paintings that had been shrouded in darkness weren’t paintings at all, but life-size statues and stone ornaments - ancient artwork of people having sex in various positions, some which seemed plain impossible by physical standards. I saw men with women, men with several women, women with several men and women with women. It was a luscious display of anything Kama Sutra could offer. If you had experience with Oriental art and sculpture you’d be tricked into believing the murals of the Khajuraho temples of Madhya Pradesh had been demolished and rearranged inside this room.
New sounds were transmitted from the speakers. Exotic birds chirped, furthering the illusion that we were sitting inside some ancient Indian temple in the forest. I was about to get up and «inspect» these murals when I noticed movement somewhere to my right. Through a hidden door in the largely ornamented wall a figure had appeared. I hadn’t noticed her as she seemed like an argumentation of the statues surrounding her.
Aishwarya was back, but her western outfit had been discarded. She was clad in a red midriff-baring belly dance costume and looked like she was ready for a grand Bollywood musical. A long veil covered her head and shoulders. Her top was cut right above her navel, and her long skirt hung down to her bare feet which had belled chains around her ankles. It was incredible that this was the same woman who had left us in a modern business-like suit just a few minutes ago.
As she moved out to the middle of the floor she held her gaze fixed on us, smiling serenely. As for me and Greg I think we would be unable to produce anything more than confused mumbling as we sat there, completely mesmerized.
Her stature was like that of an ancient goddess unfamiliar with vocal interaction. Indeed, during what took place over the next half hour or so, she communicated with her body and her body only. Not once did she utter a single comprehensible word.
The music began, filing the room with a tune that pushed the woman in front of us into a rhythmic craze. Aishwarya obviously knew it well. She was dancing in precise sync as if the tune was a puppet master that controlled her limbs with invisible strings - shaking and swaying her body across the floor and moving her hands up against the ceiling like in a trance. Her large breasts were barely restrained by her tight top. My pants were feeling quite tight as well, and I knew Greg felt the same.
Aishwarya swayed her hips from side to side, and her belly rippled with elaborate muscle control. With each sway, the belt of coins she wore around her waist jingled in accompaniment to the music. Her whole body reveled in her sensuous motions that gave the impression of robotic programming, a precision so unnaturally perfect some might have found it creepy. The dance was however elegantly choreographed, following the steps of classical belly-dance for the first five minutes before it gradually moved into a far saucier stage.
Me and Greg sat still, our eyes on the woman before us. There was an immense eroticism about all of this - an exotic performance by one India’s most famous actresses, all for the pleasure of two male audience members. Aishwarya sensed our gazes upon her and turned her smiling face toward us, teasing us with the intent that her textiles were about to disappear. By then Greg already had his dick out of his pants and had begun stroking it.
The veil was the first thing to go, revealing her dark hair tied up in a bun behind her head in traditional fashion. She let the veil fall to the floor and proceeded to tangle with the rest of her outfit. Standing with her back towards us she turning her head to look back seductively as she continued to undress. Her long skirt was unfastened and fell to the floor, revealing that she had nothing underneath. As she unbuttoned her top I realized I had, unconsciously, begun stroking myself. Greg had already pushed his pants down on the floor by then.
Aishwarya removed her top - freeing her tits whilst covering them in her palms. She turned around in a fluid motion whilst sending her hands skywards, once again making both of us gasp in unison - the globular perfection of her tits now jiggling before us.
The coined belt was the last article to go as Aishwarya loosened it and let it fall from her sexy body. It landed on the floor in front of her, leaving her standing in an incredibly seductive pose, completely and utterly naked.
We were stunned. How couldn’t we not be? The only articles left on Aishwarya’s voluptuous figure were the belled chains around her ankles, the jeweled bracelets on her arms and a couple of giant golden earrings. She stood with her feet in a scissored pose, her hands placed together above her head. Then she threw herself back into the music and lost all control as the pace picked up with a ritualistic drumbeat. Her tits jiggled wildly and her massive rump gyrated as her caramel skinned body undulated in a seizure-like frenzy. She seemed almost possessed as she spun around on the floor.
Earlier on I had pictured her as an ancient goddess. Now I felt like being in the presence of an unhinged sex priestess, writhing proud and naked in front of us.
Greg had pulled off his pants completely and removed his shirt. I wasn’t far behind as I disrobed, ready to get naked with Aishwarya. Greg stood up, his massive boner jumping up and down as he motioned for her to come closer. Like she was under his control, Aishwarya slowed down her frantic motions and swayed towards us, moving her hands sensually to her sides, still under the spell of the music. In an elegant maneuver she went down on her knees right in front of us, gazing up into Greg’s eyes without saying a word.
Swiftly, her mouth engulfed his large member and began to bob up and down. Greg moaned and placed his hands on top of her head, but he didn’t need to as she was doing most of the work herself.
I didn’t mind Greg being first as I took pleasure from the sight of Aishwarya going down on my colleague. And it wasn’t like she was leaving me untouched as her right hand found my raging hard-on and began jerking me off. Through all of this she - miraculously - managed to incorporate all of her motions like a part of the music: Swaying and moving even as she was on her knees, servicing two men.
Moving from Greg she turned towards me. I felt her lips moving onto my member, her piercing eyes now staring directly into mine, not once breaking from my gaze. Her cheeks hollowed out as her tongue slimed around my full length. Greg, in the meantime, had undressed. Sensing we were about to enter second stage I didn’t bother with the last buttons of my shirt and simply ripped it off me, making all three of us totally naked.
I laid down on the couch behind us. Aishwarya stood up too and arched her back as she kept me inside her mouth - her eager tongue spamming spit and foam all over my cockhead. Greg got into position and moved behind her. Sensing his intent, Aishwarya pushed her firm and round ass into the air, readying it for taking. Greg didn’t need further invitation as he entered her, immediately lapsing into a rough doggy style. Aishwarya moaned in pleasure and turned towards him for a short moment, a look of sultry satisfaction on her face. Feeling a glint of jealousy I forced her mouth back down on my cock as her body began to shake from Greg’s violent thrusts. Encouraged, I held her by her hair and pushed myself down her gullet, pumping in and out of her mouth. In seconds we pounded her furiously, spit-roasting this Indian superstar like a common whore.
At first I was a little worried that we had started out too intense and were going too hard on her, but Aishwarya didn’t even show hints of tiring. Her body was completely swayed to our urges, bending and twisting at every turn, always making sure our dicks were satisfied.
«Hot damn! This woman know how to take a double pounding.» I heard Greg moan. I couldn’t disagree as I relished the sight of her huge tits swinging underneath her.
All three of us fucked like this - fucking inside this crudely decorated room. Everywhere you turned your head there were signs of human debauchery, and none of it was more satisfying than what all three of us now participated in.
After a few minutes in this position, we switched. I laid Aishwarya down on the couch so her back was against me. Lying down behind her, I spooned her as I entered her fiery furnace. When I grabbed her right leg I sensed her amazing flexibility, so I bended it so far it almost laid to the side of her body. It caused her to open wider as I continued to fuck her cunt.
Greg, on his part was back between her lips as he fucked her face. Gagging sounds were heard as he tried to see how deep he could get. Aishwarya took it like a champ and pushed herself until she had Greg’s impressive member lodged deep down her throat, his ballsack looking like it was growing from her chin.
«GLLLLLLLLLGGGGGGGGGGCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHH!»
Aishwarya’s eyes teared up and her pupils went up inside her head as Greg held her still.
«Aaaaaaaah, goddamn, look at this whore. She’s taking me down to the root. She’s a magnificent negotiator isn’t she?» Greg said as he held himself as deep inside her as he would go for a few seconds more.
«Damn straight. This body is made to be worshipped.»
«Hell yeah. If only I knew how they do business here earlier I would’ve taken a trip ages ago.» he grunted, as he picked up his pace again and began to pump in and out of her mouth. I saw his dick hit the side of Aishwarya’s chin so hard her mouth bulged obscenely, her gagging intensifying as she allowed Greg fuck her mouth.
«GLOK GLOK GLOK GLOK GLOK GLOK GLOK!»
Moving out of her after a minute or so, it was Greg’s turn to lay on the couch. Aishwarya took the hint and stood up. She spread her legs over him, flexing them slowly as she lowered herself down whilst Greg held his dick upwards, making sure it found it’s rightful place inside her. As she sat on him in a reverse-cowgirl she began bouncing, matching his upward thrusts as he pushed up inside her wetness. It took a lot of strength on Aishwarya’s part not to fall down on him, but her physique was impeccable as she rode him in a tempo that seemed to be on the level of top athletes and gymnastics.
I had followed Greg’s lead and now stood atop the couch, my cock in line with Aishwarya’s face. Aishwarya seemingly moved on instinct as she grabbed it and immediately began bobbing her head on me like a human woodpecker. Damn, did this woman knew how to fuck! I turned to my left and got a glimpse of us in the giant mirror on the opposite wall. I couldn’t resist to watch the action unfolding like a dirty movie as we both made use of this beautiful Indian superstar who did her best to land her contract.
After a few more minutes Greg got the idea to spice things up further.
«Hey! You think this bitch can handle anal and double penetration?»
«Only one way to find out, or what do you say Aish?» I asked the woman riding Greg like a bucking bronco. She came with a mewing sound over my cock, like she absolutely loved the suggestion.
«Did you hear that? The whore would love to have both of us inside her at the same time.» Greg laughed.
«Yeah, that’s what I thought.»
«Let’s take her out on the floor shall we?»
«Right. Can I take her ass first?»
«Only if I get a chance to use it afterwards.»
«No problem, I’m sure she’ll love that.»
«Alright, let’s see how flexible this Kama Sutra slut really is then.»
Aishwarya moaned lustfully like she appreciated our lewd comments about what we wanted to do with her. Lifting herself off Greg she went back onto to the floor, roaming her delicate hands up and down her sexy body as she swayed to the hypnotic sound of music like she was unable to control herself. We moved out to join our brown-skinned seductress. She faced Greg while I moved behind her, grabbing her rump and feeling its thickness underneath my fingers.
Before I got to enter her however, she stunned us by showing off exactly how flexible she was. In a swift movement she lifted her left leg as high as it would go and rested it on Greg’s shoulder, standing on her right leg to balance herself. A wide-eyed Greg looked on impressed as he took her by her ankle. We were both a bit taller than her so we had to bend our knees slightly so we could get inside her and fuck her holes properly. I spread her ass wide open and moved the head of my dick all over her sphincter. I was already well lubricated from her spit and pussy-juices, making entrance easier as I pushed into her tight anus, causing Aishwarya to squeal in pleasure. Greg were already inside her by then, ramming her cunt hard. In moments I was buried inside her - the two of us synchronized our rhythm as I began pumping into her tight asshole whilst Greg fucked her cunt.
Aishwarya cried out, going crazy with lust from all the attention we gave her as our hands moved all over her body - Greg squeezed her ass hard as I did the same with her tits. Turning her head towards me, she squinted her eyes, her mouth wide open as she whined like a professional porn star. She was fully committed to this sinful act of hers, making herself into an Indian sex toy of the highest class.
«Damn, this ass is incredible,» I gasped as I bucked inside her, matching up with Greg’s thrusts.
«I’m looking forward to it, but her cunt is on fire as well.» Greg grunted, as Aishwarya’s left foot shook uncontrollably beside his head.
«I know.»
«Why don’t we make proper use of her and lift her up?»
«You got it. Ready Aish?» I asked the woman sandwiched between us. Her wordless moans rose a pitch, as if she was signaling «yes».
Aishwarya lowered her leg back on the ground and put her hands around Greg’s shoulders. Our cocks still buried deep inside her, I leaned my hands down to her ass while Greg grabbed her underneath her knees so we could both lift her up.
«Ready?»
«Yeah!»
«Okay! On three! One - two - and THREE!»
In a thrust we hoisted her off the ground, spreading her wide open for the both of us. In a coordinated effort we held her under her ass and knees, stretching her legs upwards so they hung out to the sides, dangling wildly in the air as we double penetrated her. In just a moment we were back in business, grunting loudly as we furiously pounded her holes.
Aishwarya closed her eyes shut and threw her head backwards as she whined like a wanton slut.
«AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! NNAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! NNYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! NYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH»
We didn’t need any further confirmation to know that she loved the way the two of us used her as she shook in midair, impaled on our throbbing rods. As fleshy smacks began to compete with her orgasmic song I thought about her dedication to the cause - there was something incredibly alluring about the way she refused to utter even a single understandable word, only communicating with shrieks of pleasure and an insatiable body - like she was a literal sex doll.
I spotted movements to my right and glanced at the reflection in the large mirror beside us, our naked and writhing bodies a sight for the ages. Due to the exotic interior; the sexually charged ornaments, the carpet, the music and Aishwarya’s luscious body, I got this unshakeable feeling I was watching a scene from a distant past - like me and Greg where two powerful merchants from the eighteenth century who got rewarded for their business deals, and were allowed to share a beautiful Indian princess of some powerful maharaja together for one night. The fact that there wasn’t a single thing related to our modern age in sight only intensified this impression and it turned me on immensely.
Aishwarya’s bouncing body was light and handleable, but even the two of us was unable to hold her up for much longer. Greg sensed it too as he announced our next step.
«Okay, I want to try that ass now.» he said between labored breaths.
«Right. Let’s set her down and switch.»
A few minutes later the three of us were back on the couch again: Me at the bottom, Greg on top, with Aishwarya sandwiched between us as we rammed her holes like there was no tomorrow. Our intertwined bodies were so drenched in sweat it was coming off of us in waves. Aishwarya raised her face up towards the roof and screamed like a banshee as we double-fucked her.
I couldn’t help but think about how this «role» as an exotic seductress was an impressive feat of acting in itself. It reminded me of how professional sex workers exaggerate their horniness and physical efforts until sex has become so over-the-top and so fantastic it seems like a farce. Now I realized that just because the sex is excessive and exaggerated doesn’t make it any less pleasurable.
Pushing each others towards an unavoidable climax, Greg was the first to announce it as he began plowing her asshole with great fury, getting himself off.
«Ah fuck, I’m about to come. Let’s get this bitch down on the floor.» Greg yelled as he pulled out of her.
«You’ve got it.» I said, as I felt Greg remove himself from her ass, but I used the opportunity to thrust into Aishwarya for a few more strokes.
She got off me, sliding down on the carpet where she kneeled in front of us as we jerked off our dicks in her face. Aishwarya pushed out her impressive chest and folded her hands behind her head as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, waiting for us to shower her.
I was living every man’s dream: To have a hot and famous actress degenerate into a submissive slut who loved to have her face splattered in jizz. And when our loads finally arrived we came almost at the same time to boot.
«HERE IT COMES! AAAAAAAAARGH!»
«TAKE IT SLUT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!»
My first load flew over her forehead and streaked into her bundled hair. Greg’s first landed in her right eye and flew over the ridge of her nose. Our second spurts landed on her lips and over her cheeks. Aishwarya kept her hands behind her head during all of this - tilting her head upwards and opening her mouth wide, her tongue darting out to catch as much of our come as she could. We used our final loads to shoot into her mouth before we blasted the rest of it all over her face, trying to cover as much of it as possible. Aishwarya made no effort to clean herself up, but kept kneeling on the floor as cum was literally dripping from her face and over her breasts.
I noticed the music in the background was now slowly coming down after a thunderous crescendo and was gradually fading out.
«Woah, that was quite a load!»
«Yeah! She looks better than ever!»
«What do you say? This is an offer of good-will of which we rarely see, even in the US. We should be able to settle this on agreeable terms for all parts now wouldn’t you say?»
«I cannot think of a better way to convince business associates than this. Panorama has its ways Aishwarya.»
«Should we say it’s a deal then?» I asked my companion.
«We’re good. A deal it is.» Greg said as we beheld the woman before us, her entire face plastered in cum. As if she had gotten a cue from some unseen director she opened her eyes (a bit difficult with the sperm dripping down from her forehead and into her eyelids) and broke into a wide grin.
In the background, the music faded out and came to a full stop, concluding a most spectacular business meeting.
***
There was a final meeting the next day, and it was a blast. In an act of bonding and friendship StarGazer and Panorama met up again, and although there were still disagreements, Greg now seemed ready for some international cooperation.
Aishwarya was present, looking absolutely dazzling clad in a white suit. From her glamorous presence, no-one would ever suspect the lengths to which she had driven herself to land this deal, and how she had entertained me and Greg the night before. We never conversed, although I couldn’t help staring at her, once again enthralled by her otherworldly beauty.
At one occasion she caught my glance and grinned knowingly with a smile that would cause the sea level to rise ten feet.
After the meeting had been adjourned we eyed each other briefly outside Panorama’s conference hall. I wanted to tell her how amazing she had been the previous night, and maybe ask if there was a chance I could ever see her again, but in the end I said nothing.
I watched her walk away with the staff from Panorama, pondering on the similarities between Bollywood and Hollywood. For all the cultural differences, the two worlds seemed to share the same business ideals and systematic means to solve certain issues.
***
Precisely one year later Bride and Prejudice united the forces of east and west and made money in theaters all over the globe - marking Aishwarya Rai’s debut in an English speaking movie and a minor breakthrough for her in an international market.
Furthermore, our trip to India opened doors for foreign business, something which ended up being immensely satisfactory on my part on several occasions. But those are stories for another time.
NEXT: Welcome to the jungle, with Zhang Ziyi.
Topic: Decades of Decadence [Episode 27: India Eisley] (Read 315885 times)