Indian Uprising
NonC/Reluctance isn't quite the right category. A little cheating. A little reluctance. A very unusual revenge.
"Oh, we're not inviting her are we She's such a goody two shoes, and she doesn't drink."
"I heard her husband never lets her out."
"And she's angling for that promotion."
"Girls, girls!" said Janet. "Stop it. I have three things to say, so listen up."
The other five went silent and attentive.
"First. We're not racists are we? It's my birthday party and I'll invite whoever I choose."
There were apologetic murmurs. It was mid-afternoon on Sunday, and the coffee shop was mostly deserted.
"Second. I recently spoke to Anika. She doesn't mean to come across as disapproving, it's her Indian upbringing. This job is the first time she's socialised in years."
More murmurs. A little ray of understanding, peeping through the clouds of prejudice.
"And third. Her husband has returned to India for a month. So let's get the snotty bitch drunk, or better still, laid!"
A ragged cheer.
"And by the way, that promotion will be mine!"
*
Anika had had an arranged marriage in India. Her husband, Arul, brought her to England and started his own business. Like many of his countrymen, he had worked seven days a week, and eventually made a lot of money.
She, with superior language skills, had worked hard too. She did all the ordering and accounts, and occasionally helped out in the shop. After all, a woman's role was to support her husband.
To the outside world they ran a traditional corner shop, open all hours. But the reality was ownership of a chain of a dozen profitable shops, and a wholesale business. These were all managed by Arul's various male cousins and friends. It had taken some years before Anika persuaded him to let her get a job. But they were doing well now, and she was not needed so much in the shops.
So in their close-knit community, the story was Anika was only working as a hobby, to broaden her horizons. Now she worked in an office with six other females. But she was hoping to get the promotion to team leader. Arul told his cousins he had checked the set-up and that she would not usually have to interact with males. In their culture, that might not be acceptable.
Chatting to Janet, about the impending birthday party, Anika had said her husband had returned to India, to look after his ailing mother. Another cousin would run the main shop while he was away, probably for a month. Anika would continue to do the books.
She liked the idea of letting her hair down with the rest of the girls, but was concerned that the cousins might find out. Though most of her extended family did not drink, they had plenty of friends who did, who would be quick to report back to Arul if she was spotted in a bar. Janet said she would make some arrangements, and get back to her.
*
Back in the coffee shop the birthday party arrangements were being fine-tuned.
"So here's the deal." said Janet. "I've booked a private room at the Millfield Hotel.
"Whoa, expensive!" said Hazel.
"It is. But I have an old school friend who runs their bookings, and we're getting a big discount. It's for Friday night. You all have to chip in fifteen pounds, which covers all your drinks if you stick to red wine. She got several boxes in on the cheap. Other drinks, you'll have to go to the bar and pay full price. There'll be no room service.
And I'm inviting half a dozen other mates, all girls, who will chip in the same as you. We get a fancy suite, with seating for up to twenty, a bathroom, and a bedroom where the strippers can change."
"Strippers?" asked Carole.
"Yes. My husband's brother is a stripper, and I've met his mates. They're called Tricolour."
"Oh wow! I've heard of them. Three different coloured men, and they do the full monty."
"They do more than that. Once we're warmed up, the blond, my brother-in-law, shows his tackle. They give us time to get another round in, then they dance again, and the shorter bronzed man gets his out. The third dance, the black guy shows his. Finally, they circle the room, waving their dicks in front of our faces. Anyone who fancies copping a feel or a suck, can do so."
"Is that legal?" queried Jenny.
"When they're on stage in a public show it's not, but at a private function? How many of you have had sex in a hotel? That's not illegal. They'll be reluctant to cum, as they prefer to keep their dicks semi-hard."
"Except your blond brother-in-law, Janet." said Wendy.
"His name is Andrew. I've heard about him. A friend of mine booked them for a hen party. He did a circuit of the room and got sucked by all except one woman."
"There's always one!" said Janet, rolling her eyes.
"Right," continued Wendy, "and when everyone had had a good gobble, he went back to one girl and came in her mouth. She swallowed the lot! They say he always knows who will go for it. Apparently, he's ready again in five minutes! The other two then do the same thing."
"If we're in our party dresses," said Carole, "I imagine we'd all swallow. Don't know about you ladies, but my old man gets pissed off when I come home with sperm stains down my dress!"
"My old man," added Janet, "gets pissed off if I even mention Andrew. Anyway, there's only three of them; if you all want cum in your mouths, you'll have to draw straws!"
They laughed.
"So, has anyone ever been fucked in one of these private shows? I mean properly." asked Liv.
Janet explained. "I've never actually seen them perform, myself, my husband won't allow it. But as I understand it, some girls have been fucked. The guys will be stopping over in the hotel that night, and usually, you could make a deal with one of them. But, sorry, not at my party."
"You dirty bitch, Janet! Your birthday present is to fuck the lot, isn't it?"
"Oh yeah!" she replied, sarcastically. "You can just see me telling the old man we girls are stopping out late and fucking strippers! He'd have a heart attack, probably while beating the shit out of me. Christ, he doesn't even know I've booked them. Andrew is sworn to secrecy."
"So why can't we fuck them?"
"Because I'm planning on having one, or all of them, fuck that pompous Anika! We'll get her good and drunk and take a movie of her doing the dirty. Then we can use the evidence to keep the bitch in her place."
*
"Anika, I'd love to invite you to my birthday bash, but I'm not sure it'll be your sort of thing."
"Oh please! I don't want to be the only one who gets left out. I need a little fun while Arul is away. I may never get another chance."
"It's going to be a very raunchy party though. You know, sexy. Will you drink red wine?"
"I have tried it before. Tell me more about it. My main worry is getting out of the house and back again, without any of his cousins getting suspicious. If I can do that, I could up for most things."
"Strippers?"
"Um, OK."
"Surely your house isn't watched 24/7 is it?"
"Oh no. But the neighbours may notice, and could easily report back to the family."
"How about this then? I come to your place Thursday night, toting a carrier bag. Just a colleague round for coffee, showing you her new dress. I leave with your party dress and shoes in the bag. Do you have a party dress? Sexy?"
"sort of, but I haven't worn it in ages."
"Good. After work on Friday, you come straight to mine for dinner. Harry always eats out with his workmates, and goes to the dog track. We girls go to the hotel, have a few drinks, fun at the strip show, and you come back and spend the night at mine; we have a spare room. None of your neighbours will know a thing."
"No offence Janet, but will I be safe? If Arul were here, he would never let me stay at someone's house. What if your husband wanders around in the night?"
'This woman!' she thought. 'Everyone man is a rapist!'
"Don't worry. Harry can't get it up after a few beers anyway. In fact he can't get it up any time, these days!"
"All right."
"Finally, you do some grocery shopping on Saturday morning, and go home with supermarket bags. Your dress can hidden away in one of them. Anyone watching will think they didn't notice you coming home Friday, and are now seeing you returning from a Saturday shop."
"Wow! You've really thought this through."
"Well, you wanted to let your hair down. We all want that too. It'll be a chance for you to get a bit more popular."
"I'd like that."
"Then all the girls will see you don't think you're better than us."
"But I don't think that!"
"Some of them believe you do."
"Why do they think that?"
"Well you're not much fun, and seem to be spending a lot of time in Mr Jackson's office recently. It looks like you're buttering him up."
"He asked me to revise some of our work practices. I can't say no. And he is the boss!"
"I understand that. And usually there would be no problem. But you haven't been with us very long, so it looks like you're trying to jump the queue, and go for that promotion."
There was no way Janet was going to allow anyone else to get the team leader post. She had been there the longest and knew all the scams. Besides which, she'd stayed on late a few nights, and given old Mr Jackson a blowjob.
She went on to explain to Arika the set-up with the private hotel room, and strippers, including the probable stroking and sucking.
"Do I have to do that too?"
"Do you want to be the only one who doesn't?"
Anika thought about it.
"Look. If you don't want to come, they'll understand. You have a more restricted lifestyle than us. But if you do come, one rule is no mobile phones. We all have to turn them off and leave them by the door. So you don't have to worry about anyone recording anything.
We'll be in a locked room. And if you join in, you'll only be doing the same as the other girls. Your cousins will never find out. I don't want my husband to know what goes on during a girls' night out any more than you do. Most of us are married so none of us want that."
"I'd like to come then."
*
Friday arrived at last and they'd just finished dinner at Janet's place. The night before, the dress had been wrapped up when Janet put it in the spare bedroom. Now, as Anika emerged, she saw it for the first time. It was grey and silver, knee-length, and with a much deeper plunge at the neckline than Janet had expected.
"Nice! I was expecting something a little more modest."
"Oh, Indian husbands don't mind their wives looking glamorous, when they accompany them to functions for example. It's kind of 'Look, but don't touch - she's mine' I have never worn this without Arul present before."
"It's beautiful. Just one thing though. On a girls' night out like this, we don't wear bras. Of course, some of the married ones have to sneak into the toilets to remove them, but you and I don't need to."
"Oh, I didn't realise."
Anika went back and started to take her bra off.
"While you're in there," shouted Janet, "take your panties off too. We don't wear them either!"
There was a long pause.
"Oh, all right."
*
At the Millfield, most of the party hurried to the suite as soon as possible, not wanting to be spotted in the public areas. And many did indeed make quick visits to the bathroom, to discard their underwear.
The main room had seating in three sections, two rows facing each other and one across the window, facing the door. The heavy curtains were closed. In the corners of the U shape, and either side of the door, were tables, each with a box containing six bottles of red. Janet opened a dozen and poured them into the decanters on each table.
She and Hazel sat facing the door, with Anika between them. Janet checked her handbag and confirmed her two secret weapons were there. The first was a half-bottle of vodka, a generous portion of which had already found its way into Anika's first glass of red. The second was a digital movie camera. Anika excused herself and went to the bathroom, and Hazel spoke.
"Those silver shoes are definitely Jimmy Choos. And the dress is Christian Dior if I'm not mistaken. The corner shop must be doing well!"
"She'd better not spill any red on it then."
"Or anything sticky and white!" countered Hazel. They had to suppress giggles as Anika returned.
By nine o'clock, the women were at various stages of drunkenness and getting rowdy with anticipation. They knew the strippers had entered the room next door, from the corridor. Anika still had a little of her second glass of wine left. Janet insisted she knock it back, and handed her another spiked one.
As a prelude to their entertainment, the ladies agreed to confirm they were not wearing undies. With shrieks of laughter, and more than a little staggering, they exposed their breasts. There were large, medium, small, and two which were hardly there at all. Those who could, jiggled theirs about provocatively, most of the nipples were already hardening. Janet sneaked her little movie camera out of her bag, and focussed on Anika.
Hers were the last to make an appearance, and she reluctantly slipped the silver dress off her shoulders. Her colleagues were fascinated; most had never seen an Indian woman's body before. Her skin was the colour of milky coffee and her breasts were beautiful. But her nipples were almost black. And it didn't go unnoticed that they were also hard. Hazel encouraged her, and there was a collective sigh as Anika pinched her nipples.
They were all in dresses, so displaying their pubic mounds was easy. Revealed was a pubic hair assortment of lots, some, trimmed, and none at all. Half were naked under their dresses, and half were wearing stockings. Anika, looking glassy-eyed, glanced at Janet, who had her hands behind her back. Eventually she followed suit.
As she lifted the dress, Janet surreptitiously began filming again. She was glad it was in colour; this woman was truly beautiful. Her naked lower body was gorgeous. And she had no pubic hair. And no tan lines of course.
"You shaved." said Carole.
"No, in some parts of India, we do not grow any."
The music started and the show began. For the first three dances, the guys kept most of their clothes on, and a lot more wine went down. In the fourth, they got down to their leather thongs. Acts five, six and seven went as predicted. The women got louder and coarser, as each man did his full monty. Though at this stage, they kept a safe distance from their audience. Hazel leaned across and muttered to Janet, loud enough for Anika to hear.
"Is it just your brother-in-law, or does do dicks that size run in their family?"
"Sadly only Andrew as far as I know. Most of my old man's size seems to have drifted to his belly."
"Yeah, mine too!"
Anika drunkenly laughed along with them, and sipped another spiked red. The tall white guy and the tanned bodybuilder were well hung and similarly sized. But the black guy, going last, was enormous, as expected.
The Hot Chocolate song 'You sexy thing' came on, and that was Andrew's cue to work his way down the line. He was fit and completely shaved. Egging each other on, they grabbed and stroked his dick. The first woman only kissed the end. But the rest tried to be more outrageous than the one before. As he got to the end of the first row, the last woman sucked him properly. It was difficult to say whether the lyric 'You sexy thing' referred to her or him.
Only Janet and Andrew knew what would happen next, Instead of proceeding along the back row he returned to the door and started on the opposite side. The first woman put her arms round him and grabbed his buttocks, pulling him into her mouth. Her nose managed to go all the way to his belly. Everyone cheered while the woman next to her got her large tits out, pushing them together. He slid his dick between them. Meanwhile, the next woman in line was hitching her dress up.
The last one against the wall was Carole from their office. Her dress was right up round her waist and her pussy and arse were right over the edge of her seat. She was clearly hoping for a proper fuck. She gripped his dick and pulled him towards her. He hesitated, reluctant to fuck her.
"Just a little dip?" she pleaded.
He squatted and slipped about half of it into her, then withdrew. There was a loud cheer as she sucked him clean. On the back wall, Hazel was next.
Janet stood up.
"Sorry girls, but we're related. I'll service the last two!"
Some groaned, but most of them understood. Anika glanced at Janet, then turned away from her, hypnotised at the approaching wet penis. Janet crouched and pointed the camera. Hazel jumped to her feet and turned her back on Andrew, lifting her dress. She reached back through her spread legs and pulled his cock in between them. Anika was aghast as she gripped him tight. She looked like she had a four inch erection.
There were wild screams from the two walls, as she wanked the part of his cock that was showing. All the first participants were now wishing they'd gone further. They would with the next two. Hazel let him go, sat down, and started sucking him furiously, clearly trying to make him cum. But he seemed prepared for this, backed away and swung round to face Anika. She didn't seem to notice the room had just got a lot less noisy.
Hesitantly, she grabbed the swinging dick and set about it. She soon got in the mood and sucked with apparent relish. One hand slipped between his legs, cupped his balls, and fed him in. They were surprised at how professional she looked. Then Andrew spoke for the first time.
"God, you're beautiful! Be careful, I'm nearly there!"
He stroked the side of her face. Anika sucked him in expertly, and got the whole length into her throat.
"I'm going to cum." he announced quietly. "Keep the sperm in your mouth so the others can see it."
She looked up and him and contrived to nod, as he thrust three more strokes between her lips, and stopped. The other girls had left their seats and were gathered around to watch the action. All holding their breath. Even Janet, crouching in amongst the crowd, still filming.
"Close your eyes beautiful."
She did and, unseen by Anika, Janet leaned right over for a close-up. There was a communal 'Aah!' as Andrew's balls flexed and his penis throbbed violently. The only sound in the room was Anika breathing heavily through her nose. She gulped once to make some more room, and a thin grey trickle ran from one side of her mouth. Then she leaned back and opened her mouth.
There were more gasps from those who had seen the mighty gulp. It looked as if there was still half a pint of semen in there. Anika wriggled her tongue through it before swallowing. She lifted a finger to the cum on her chin and slid it up into her mouth, like a professional porn star. Making sure she drank every last drop, and keeping her expensive dress unsoiled. Janet stepped back, and Anika opened her eyes and smiled.
"Was that all right?" she asked innocently.
There was a massive cheer. At last she was popular! She reached across to the table and retrieved her fourth glass of wine. And downed the lot.
A new song came on and the other two guys followed with a similar routine, and got thorough blowjobs from everyone. The bodybuilder started on the other side of the room, and continued right round the circuit, finishing near the door. But he did not ejaculate. The black guy did the same sequence as Andrew, and paused as he slipped his dick into Anika's mouth.
"But where should I finish?" he asked the room.
"Janet! Birthday girl!" they responded.
He withdrew and moved across to Janet.
"Happy birthday." he said. "Time to blow out my candle!"
Janet held his penis with two hands, and still the swollen head was visible. She ran her tongue around it, then removed one hand. She squeezed his black balls and more of his dick disappeared. They crowded round as she removed her other hand, grabbing his buttocks and pulling him in. She engulfed as much length as she could manage, and he reached round the back of her neck.r"
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