Randhir waited in his parked car observing her and making up his mind about what he was about to venture into. The girl was young, had long wavy hair and was dressed in a flared skirt and a crochet blouse with a short wrap about her shoulders. She wore bright red lipstick and dangling earrings, a call sign for what she was supposed to be. Nice curves, he thought, wondering if she would be worth the forbidden thrill. She spotted him watching her and after a minute or so she walked toward the car, bending low, giving him a good view of her valley and suggestively asked if he needed some company. "How much?" He opened the bid. "Depends on what you want and for how long." She replied. "How much for the whole night and for everything, no holds barred!" She considered his offer for a few seconds. "You'll be alone, I don't do more than one guy at a time. And no drugs or whipping or beating. Your place or mine?" She negotiated for a bit after which they struck a deal, he let her into the car and drove off toward the barsaati. "What do I call you?" He asked, needing a name to address her with. "Call me Shefaali, and what should I call you?" She asked and he told her his actual name. 

The house was empty, the landlady and Aman were in Pune for the weekend. "You live alone here?" She asked casually. "No, but no one's there right now, and we have all night before my girlfriend gets back from work in the morning." He saw no harm in being honest with her. "Girlfriend, huh, seems you like variety!" She had a slight smirk on the lips. "Let's just say she has boundaries, and I need much more than what she is willing to offer." He shut the door behind them. She excused herself to freshen up and he showed her the way to the bathroom. While he waited for her to get back his heart was pounding, he had never done this before, but there was always a first time for such things, maybe he would get used to paying for clandestine pleasure. He set out  the bottle of rum, glasses and cigarettes on the table, reminding himself he ought to tidy up fully before morning. As she returned he made a trip to the bathroom, and when he came back he found she had made herself comfortable on the sofa, sinking back into the cushions with her feet planted on the table, causing her skirt to hitch up till her knees, showing off her creamy legs to great advantage. 

"Can I have my money first?" She asked unemotionally, probably wary of being cheated of her fee, from experience. He took the money out of his wallet, rolled it and slid it deep into her cleavage. She took it out and counted it again before stashing it away into her handbag. "Drink?" He offered. "Allow me!" She rose, measuring out generous amounts of the dark spirit in two glasses, she added ice and topped it with the cola he had taken out from the fridge. They clinked glasses together and sipped on their drink. He joined her on the sofa, lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. "She dislikes my smoking, hates the smell." She smiled as she cozied up to him, prying the cigarette out of his hands and puffing on it lightly. They continued together,  finishing the drinks and smoking away, losing their inhibitions. His hands began exploring under her clothes, and soon they had shed off their upper garments. She was wearing lacy red lingerie that barely concealed her pale skin. He set their glasses aside and pulled her onto his lap, guiding her to where he was getting ready to burst out of his clothes. Taking the cue, she undressed them both and went down on her knees to make it easier to please him, causing him to groan louder as she raced on when he felt ready to release and stopped her just in time.

He pushed her down on the sofa, came upon her and kissed her hungrily as his fingers kneaded her curves. He found a satin tie and bound her wrists above her head, tasting her earlobes and she reacted by whimpering. He quickly proceeded to trail his mouth down her neck and shoulders, sucking the skin until his lips found the tantalising prize of her hardened nubs. He continued to tease her and she swore loudly, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, guiding him southward. As his mouth closed on her wetness his fingers slid inside her. He continued until she was thrashing her way through a  pulsating climax but he would still not stop. Then he suddenly flipped her on her belly and  hitched up her hips. She felt his fingers lube her behind and then she heard him tear open the foil and sheath himself. She tried to relax her muscles as much as she could, anticipating his thrusts as he entered her, the sensation causing her to panic a bit until he established his rhythm, relishing her firm grip on him. He did not stop until she was panting and he had finished. 

They continued their odyssey of ecstasy, taking in a couple more drinks in between to slake their parched throats. To his surprise she was quite committed to pleasing him, probably expecting him to tip her generously, or maybe she was a thorough professional, taking pride in her metier. By the time he had enacted every possible position of his fantasy she was exhausted and after another bathroom break she crashed on the bed next to him, pleading sleep. He grinned as he went to freshen up, when he returned she climbed on him and he caressed her lovingly. "You are a bastard, Randhir, I really hate you for turning me into a putana." She whispered in his ears. "Congrats, I got your ultimate cherry, baby!"He whispered back. "It hurts everywhere!" She whined. "Not for long, it won't. I am sorry, chica mia. But tell me, why Shefaali, of all the names?" He was curious, he knew she had not chosen the name randomly. "It is another name for the Night Jasmine, just like Yasmeen. God, Randhir, you womaniser, what if I choose to sleep with a series of random men?" She spoke with a frown on her face. "Chica, your wish is my command, just tell me your deepest desires and I'll return the favour, you name the time and place. Now sleep, work starts early for both of us." Their relationship had been rejuvenated and for him it was his best gift even if it was not his birthday.