"Gauri, are you just going to ignore me?" Ajit's latest message. It was always the case with me; they wanted you when they felt they could no longer attain you.
He had sent hundreds since that crazy night and I had done everything to block it from my mind. It felt like we were possessed. I blamed Ajit for it, but I just could not explain what happened to the three of us. We were under a spell of some kind.
I had not spoken to him in weeks as I tried to get away from him and reminders of that night but he was persistent and the more I ignored him, the more persistent he became. He was busy with post-production on the movie, so I did not have to worry about seeing him for some time but it was becoming difficult to simply ignore his messages. My primary worry was getting through the South India media tour. We had promised a week of promo for the movie but we had to face the inevitable questions regarding the sex tape leak. My line was AI/deepfake and I kept hammering this message home as any good PR woman would.
Adnan had tried to get in touch with Alisa but I intended to keep him away from her. She did not need romance in her life when I had a clear path for fame and money. Unfortunately, a man like Adnan did not have the means to satisfy these ambitions.
It is a whole week of the same thing and Alisa is following my lines but she is getting frustrated and I can sense this. She then has an interview with one of those red pill types. He has been the leader of the incel pack, calling Alisa a lying slut who moans in bed but cries in interviews. I initially refuse to let the interview happen but Alisa insists she can handle it. Reluctantly, I let it go ahead.
I am standing with the producer and cameraman as Alisa faces this incel creep.
"I am not here to play to your ego. So, to be completely honest, I have not seen the movie," he starts rudely.
"Was there a question? You only have 10 minutes," she replied in a sassy manner.
"I don't need 10 minutes but I do have a question," he replies.
"Most men don't last 10 minutes. 2 minutes is an achievement for most," she replied and she was doing me proud.
"Let's stop playing games. I know this is not deep fake," he said while shoving his phone in Alisa's face and the sound of her sex tape was clearly audible.
Alisa did not flinch. She calmly took the camera and played the video. She then giggled in a self-assured manner.
"This is not me. I do not know much about deepfakes or AI. But even if it was, what would this video prove? That my world was rocked for what? 8 seconds?" She replies and the three of us behind the camera begin to laugh and do not try to suppress it.
He begins to sink into his seat as he struggles to handle Alisa.
"It is actually 10 seconds," he replies and we burst out laughing loudly. He glances in our direction with a red face. His anger is palpable.
"Wow, 10 seconds. Now, your 10 seconds are up as well," she replies.
We leaked a copy of the interview as the content creator had refused to release it officially. It went viral and this huge weight was off our backs as the public turned in support of her. She was breaking through as a big star after the leaked tape incident and her response began to catapult her. She was being labelled the "Savage Queen."
We were back in Mumbai as I looked for the next opportunity. I had to keep her busy to stop her falling into bad habits or letting her momentum fade. This was when I received a call from someone in the production team for Raj. They wanted to cast Alisa and asked for an initial meeting. Raj was the biggest producer in Bollywood and this could only mean good things.
Raj was 74, but he had no intention of letting life slow him down. Even at his old age, he only ever married women under 30 and they were divorced by the time they hit 40.
He had this friendly old romantic charm about him but no matter how these men presented themselves. Underneath it all, they all wanted one thing and a part of me hoped it was Alisa. Unfortunately, for most of these men, I did not fit into this category but it meant I was taken more seriously for my business acumen.
The initial talks went well but Raj wanted to meet Alisa before the project started. He liked to take young actresses under his wing. Raj was powerful enough that I thought it would be good for Alisa to get close to him. This was a man who could, in fact, move mountains if he wished to do so.
The first payment came through for Ajit's production and it was just over half of the agreed amount at this stage. Perhaps it was Ajit playing games to try and get me to talk to him. But he did not know how stubborn I could be.
I called up his lawyers and they became nervous on the telephone and apologized for the error. A few days later, they asked I come in to sign a release for the payment. I had a distaste for lawyers but they served a purpose. I would be showing any document they presented to my own lawyers before I signed it but I agreed to meet them at the office to speed up the payment. We needed a flow of money to keep our lifestyle going. At the moment, Alisa was the cash cow and I intended to truly milk her.
The office was in a high-rise building in the city. They were corporate lawyers and serious about their business. They made me wait in the waiting area for 15 minutes despite my being on time for the meeting. That had already put me in a mood and I was irritable. The secretary then guided me to a small meeting room. It was a bit strange and the area of the office was deserted.
I walked into the room and Ajit was standing waiting for me. He was apprehensive and seemed to be on his toes, ready to pounce to stop me if I tried to leave.
"You can leave us," I told the secretary. I could ignore his messages, but as I saw his forlorn face, I found it difficult to deny him a moment to say goodbye. She walked away and I closed the door behind us. He took a deep sigh as we were finally alone after weeks apart.
"So, this was your game all along," I replied as I placed my bag on an empty chair and took a seat confidently. I had to show him that he did not intimidate me.
"I would not need to play games if you talked to me," he said.
"Why do you want to talk to me?" I asked in that annoyed tone.
"The last few months have been the best of my life and I don't mean that night. I am crazy about you. I don't know what happened that night. It was like I was possessed or we were possessed. It was like a drug. I am in love with you and I don't want to lose you." He was sincere but I was still angry. Was I angry with myself? Or Alisa? Or him? Were all three of us to blame?
My mind drifted off somewhere when he said, 'It was like a drug.' I had seen strange behaviour from Alisa in the week before, when she was taking various pills. One of those days, I caught her masturbating numerous times. She was horny like she was possessed. Did she drug us? Why? Did she know about Ajit and me?
"Gauri, I said I love you," he repeated as he broke me out of my trance.
"You are married. You will never leave your wife," I replied, still annoyed but softening as things began to fall into place. Why was I missing out on joy?
"Only in name. She will never allow me to divorce her. But I want you," he replied.
"I want this too but I need security. You will put the city apartment in my name and that will be the unofficial fuck home of our relationship," I replied.
He was quiet but you don't get 100% of the things you don't ask for. I held my ground and remained resolute.
"If that is what it takes," he replied.
I dialled the number of the lawyer on the intercom. I walked over to the door and locked it.
I came over to him and dropped to my knees. I began to unbuckle his belt and he lifted his ass just enough to allow me to pull his pants and underwear down. I missed his fat cock as I watched it engorge at simply being exposed to me.
I squeezed the base of his cock and stroked him. His precum oozed out and the head of his cock began to glisten. My mouth began to water at the sight before me.
The lawyer answered and he began to instruct him to prepare the paperwork for the property. I spat on the head of his cock and watched my saliva mix with his oozing precum. I wondered if he had abstained since that night, or had he fucked some slut. He was obsessed and I had him wrapped around my finger. Well, his cock was wrapped around my tongue as I licked around his fat cock head.
The sensitive reactions of his cock told me that he had been abstaining. I could feel him throb as my tongue worked on the underside of his cock head.
I looked up at him and gave him the fuck me eyes.
"Paperwork should be done before we leave today," I told him before I devoured his cock once more. He was gritting his teeth as he was trying his best not to groan on the telephone.
I began to leave lipstick stains on every inch of his cock as I took more and more of him down my throat.
I tantalizingly teased his cock with my tongue as I took more and more of him.
Once the telephone was disconnected, I did not hold back with my slurping on his cock as I began to deepthroat him.
I was gagging and choking on his cock. My saliva was dripping down my chin. He liked this; he liked seeing the contrast between the professional version of me and the slut. The slut that is reserved for just him.
He had his hands in my hair as he began to thrust into my mouth. He loved throat fucking me and there was a thrill about doing it in a stranger's office. Knowing that someone could walk in at any moment and catch me choking on Ajit's cock.
My hand was in my leggings as I began to rub my clit furiously. It was wet and slick, throbbing against my fingers. He was thrusting harder and harder down my throat until he slammed it back, unleashing that pent-up frustration.
His fist had a tighter hold of my hair as he felt an entitlement to my body.
"Fuck! Gauri!" He groaned as he thrust up and lost control.
I swallowed every drop. I was not given much choice as he was so deep down my throat. I circled my tongue around his head to lick off the remnants as his cock began to soften. I would need to find those drugs, as that was the best sex I had ever experienced.
The paperwork was done the same day and the next day, I was moving my things again. This was just the beginning. I intended to take much more than an apartment. But it suited me that we were not 'official' as I would need to keep him a secret from Alisa. She never liked me to be happy in a relationship. She felt an ownership over me and my time and never liked it when I had a man in my life
The apartment was my place to get away, where it was just Ajit and me.