Bollywood Nights

by N. J. Winnington

  “Okay,” she began as the three of them shadowed by Priya’s bodyguard started walking, “so what do you have in mind...?”

  By the time they were walking down the corridor toward room 221 Priya was smiling broadly. They reached their goal and positioned themselves with Priya flanked by her champions and her bodyguard bringing up the rear, she checked that everyone was ready and knocked on the door confidently.

  “Come on in...!” the muffled voice announced from the other side, “It’s open!”

  Rattan Singh was lying diagonally across the bed, feeling nice and confident about the way the audition was going to play out, but his face dropped as the four people burst through the door, and the English man pointing a video camera at him.

  “Wha... What is this?” he demanded, looking scared.

  “I don’t know,” Damian said boldly, “Raj, what is this? Who holds auditions on a hotel bed?”

  “Only a nasty little snake does that!” Raj replied, really enjoying this as his nemesis squirmed uncomfortably.

  Rattan made a lunge to grab the video camera, but Damian was too fast and threw it across to Raj, who caught it like a test cricketer and pointed it at Rattan, now prone across the bed, as Priya joined in.

  “You are a nasty little man, trying to take advantage of young women!” she scolded.

  “I have influence...” Rattan responded angrily, using his well practiced lines, “...and none of you will work in this town again!”

  “Oh I don’t think it’s our careers on the line,” Damian laughed, “How would the fans react to this video going onto Youtube, Raj?”

  “Oh... I think he’d be finished...!”

  “...Especially if I leaked it to the press!” Priya added angrily.

  “You couldn’t...” Rattan looked at their faces, “...you wouldn’t!”

  “Oh yes we would!” Raj assured him.

  “I think you owe someone an apology!” Damian declared.

  Rattan nodded and made a pathetic apology to Priya, all caught on camera, and the friends turned for the doorway, where Priya’s bodyguard was standing on sentry duty. Just as they reached the door Raj stopped, and started to turn back...

  “Let me punch him on the nose again!” he stormed, and he got another step before Priya and Damian grabbed an arm each and pulled him out of the room.

  As the door closed behind them Rattan Singh was left feeling as dirty and violated as some of the starlets he had hurt over the years.

  “You should have let me punch him!” Raj sulked.

  “He isn’t worth it!” Damian reassured him.

  “He’s right!” Priya beamed, “You were magnificent!”

  “Besides...” Damian interrupted, “I have a better idea!”

  “What do you have in mind?” Raj smiled wickedly.

  “Well what kind of car does he have?” Damian asked.

  “...A metallic brown Rolls Royce!” Raj replied with distain.

  “Right!” Damian rubbed his hands together, “We need to find a drugs store and I’ll need help to create a distraction.”

  Looking confused, his co-conspirators marched back toward the hotel lobby in the wake of the Englishman on a mission.

  Chapter Eight

  Revenge is Sweet

  With the driver up front, Raj, Priya and Damian were sat in the suddenly less spacious back of her car, waiting for Rattan Singh’s car to leave.

  “What if he doesn’t go anywhere?” Raj asked after half an hour.

  “...and why did you send me into a drug store to buy sanitary towels?” Priya asked still feeling embarrassed.

  “You may be right Raj,” Damian replied, choosing not to reply to Priya yet. “Is there a car park under the Hotel?”

  “Yes,” Priya replied, “for the guests to keep their cars.”

  “Okay, plan B...” Damian smiled and explained his new plan to the others.

  A while later Priya arrived in the small office where the drivers and Hotel staff who parked the cars waited for the call to bring a car to the hotel entrance and put on her dippy silly girl act to maximise the attention she got from them... “Pleeease!” she pleaded pathetically, “You must help meee!” She continued, adjusting her cleavage to ensure she had their attention, “My driver can’t get my car going, and I am such a siiimple giiiirl!” she pleaded, “Pleeease help meeee!” then she re-adjusted her cleavage again and to a man they all sprang into action.

  They crowded around her car bonnet pointing things out and arguing over what may be wrong with it. No reward had been offered, but the competition to have the beauty grateful to them was intense.

  Elsewhere in the garage a couple of guilty looking individuals were sneaking between the cars, trying to identify the one belonging to Rattan Singh. Eventually they came to a metal flake brown Rolls Royce Silver Shadow.

  “This is it!” exclaimed Raj in his excitement.

  “Shhhh!” Damian hushed, “You keep a lookout while I force the fuel filler flap open.”

  Like a scene from one of Raj’s comedy films Damian shimmied the fuel filler flap open with Raj’s head popping up to check that the coast was clear. In the distance Priya did an amazing job of keeping the drivers’ attention on her own car and predominantly her ample cleavage.

  By now Damian had managed to get the fuel filler open and was stuffing sanitary towels into the filler pipe for all he was worth. He didn’t know how much each towel could absorb, but felt pretty sure the several boxes of towels he had poked in would have some effect.

  Then a call from the main hotel to the drivers’ office said that Mr Singh needed his car and with a nod from Priya her driver replaced a wire and suddenly her car burst into life, which was the signal Raj was looking out for...

  “Stop!” he hissed almost hysterically to his co-conspiritor behind, “His driver is coming!”

  Damian closed the fuel filler and the two of them crawled comically between the cars and out of the garage, meeting Priya eventually outside the Hotel and looking a little dishevelled from their exploits.

  They turned to see Rattan Singh’s car drive up from the car park and wait impatiently for a gap in the traffic.

  “It’s still working!” Priya declared, looking disappointed.

  “What a pity!”

  “Wait...” Damian smiled, “and watch!”

  Sure enough the Rolls started spluttering as it pulled onto the main street and spluttered to an embarrassing halt a little further on, holding up two lanes of traffic. Rattan Singh shouted at his hapless driver who was not at all responsible for the fuel starvation the expensive car was suffering from as the sanitary towels absorbed all the gasoline in the tank.

  The three conspirators who were responsible were congratulating each other and jumping around gleefully at the carnage they had caused, before realising they were drawing attention to themselves and quietly slipped back into the hotel, where they decided to go to the restaurant for a well earned lunch.

  “I’ve not had so much fun for years!” Raj laughed.

  “Thank you, both for being my heroes!” Priya smiled.

  “Well I hope that creep learned a lesson.” Damian smirked.

  “Has Priya told you about the film I am shooting?” Raj asked.

  “No, but do tell.”

  “It’s a comedy, and it will be spectacular,” Raj enthused, “and we are shooting the final dance sequence in a few days. How long will you be here in Mumbai?”

  “I’m due to fly back at the weekend,” Damian answered.

  Priya’s face dropped. She knew he’d go back eventually, but hearing him say it brought that home and made her realise how soon she would lose him.

  “Well you must come to Marine Drive tomorrow and watch us shoot the scene!” Raj smiled, pretending not t
o notice the distress Priya had in her eyes.

  “Yes you must,” she agreed squeezing Damian’s hand.

  “I’d be delighted. What time do I need to be there?” Damian beamed.

  “We’ll be setting up early, but be there for dusk, we’ll be filming as the sun goes down, and there’ll be fireworks!”

  “Why don’t I meet you here at five?” Priya suggested.

  “...Sounds perfect!” Damian agreed as their lunch arrived and they tucked in to their celebratory meal.

  As they ate the euphoria at teaching their villain a lesson was replaced by a hollow feeling in the pit of Priya’s stomach. She had known all along that Damian would be leaving, but the reality of it being so close hit her hard. It surprised even her.

  “Priya?” her thought process was brought back into the present by Damian’s voice, “...you seem distracted. Are you ok?”

  “Yes...yes of course,” she smiled weakly.

  “I promise you, if that rat tries to hurt your career the video will hit the internet and news so fast his head spins!” Damian reassured her.

  Priya smiled again and squeezed his hand, catching the gaze of her old friend Raj, who clearly understood what was really on her mind and gave her a warm look of reassurance. Nodding as if to say in a moment what a thousand words couldn’t convey.

  After the meal Raj had to get back to the set for rehearsals for the scene he’d described to Priya and Damian, so she walked with him through the lobby, as Damian signed a book presented to him by one of the other hotel guests.

  “I noticed your reaction when Damian said he was leaving India,” Raj commented.

  “Was it that obvious?”

  “It was to me,” he smiled softly, “You love him.”

  Priya nodded.

  “May I give you a little advice?” he asked. Priya nodded again. “There are two kinds of regret in life. You can regret a mistake you make, but that is how we learn from life and grow as people...” he began.

  “...and the other?”

  “The regret that you didn’t do something,” Raj explained, “this is the regret that eats away at you. My advice is to seize the moment... always!”

  Priya smiled and nodded, as Damian caught up with them, and as his car drove away Raj winked at Priya and played his imaginary harp again.

  “What was all that about?” Damian asked.

  “I don’t suppose you have a spare copy of that book of yours?” she asked.

  “Yes, of course. I have a few copies in my room.”

  “Would you sign one for me?”

  “Of course,” Damian smiled, “I can get one from my room.”

  “I’ll come with you... shall I?”

  Chapter Nine

  Seize the Moment!

  Taking his arm, Priya walked through the lobby with her man and they stepped into the elevator where at last they were alone. They stood facing one another and Damian leaned forward and their lips met briefly for the first time. Their brief embrace brought to an early end as the elevator reached its destination.

  Damian led the way to his room and unlocked the door, before pushing it open for the beautiful young lady to enter ahead of him.

  As the door closed behind him Damian turned to find Priya waiting for him. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him harder. Their mouths opened slightly and the tips of their tongues found each other, dancing delicately.

  Her arms tightened their grip around his neck and his hands resting on her waist slowly rose up her back to her shoulders drawing her even closer as their passion intensified.

  Gradually they slowly moved closer to the large bed sitting invitingly across the room. Damian broke off from the kiss and looked into her beautiful brown eyes, “Are you sure you want this?”

  Priya had never been more certain of anything and slid the dress off her shoulders. It fell to her waist revealing a black bra. She reached to the zip fastener at the back and released the skirt section. The red dress dropped to the floor, leaving Priya naked but for the black lacy knickers and matching bra.

  She stepped out of the dress, and reached forward to unbutton his cotton shirt. She pushed it away from his shoulders and once more they embraced, this time kissing even more passionately as they staggered toward the bed until the back of Priya’s knees reached their goal.

  She reached down, unfastening the buckle on his belt and then his trousers which fell obligingly to his ankles. He leaned forward again and reached up, his fingers reaching the clasp of her bra.

  Unhooked it hung there until, with the softest of touches, he slid the straps from her shoulders and it fell away. His eyes widened upon finally seeing her magnificent breasts with large erect nipples. He had barely tried to imagine her naked, but she surpassed all his dreams.

  Priya climbed elegantly onto the bed, shadowed by her lover until she lay back in the middle with Damian alongside her. They kissed once more for what seemed like a wonderful eternity. Their mouths opening and closing, the tips of the tongues dancing and the first tingles inside her vagina as the first trickles of lubricating juices tickled the soft ribs of pink flesh within.

  He broke off from their kiss, instead kissing her chin, neck and shoulders with deft little touches sending beautiful shivers of pleasure through her body, growing in intensity as he started kissing down the breast nearest to him, closing in on her now fully erect nipple.

  He paused just short of his goal just long enough to lick the forefinger and thumb of his right hand, the finger mirroring what his tongue was beginning to do, circling Priya’s nipple and sending shivers right through her.

  Without warning the very tip of his tongue and his finger on the other breast started flicking the very tip of her erect nipples. Involuntarily her back arched, but he merely licked harder.

  Priya was now breathing heavily, her breasts heaving as she took in great gulps of air, but her breathing quickened as without warning Damian took her entire nipple into his mouth and gently squeezed it between his lips, rolling them gently back and forth, and then mirroring it with his fingers on the other breast.

  Just as she let out her first whimper of pleasure he started flicking the tip of her nipple once more inside his mouth before gently pulling it between his lips until their soft grip released it.

  He repeated this over and over. Swapping breasts with his fingers and mouth, Priya was by now, soaking inside her pussy and certain she would have an orgasm if he kept this up.

  She came very close but he was indeed experienced and took her right to the very point of no return before stopping and kissing his way slowly down her belly. The anti-climax was as big a shock as the wonderful sensations she had just experienced, and her own fingers now reached for her nipples.

  Suddenly he licked across her belly and his tongue started flicking inside her belly button. Priya suddenly convulsed and doubled up, almost catching Damian in the head with her thighs as they rose up involuntarily before she slammed back down on the bed.

  Damian now kissed his way further down, kissing her pussy through her now damp underwear he continued kissing down the tops of her thighs moving from one leg to the other.

  He then repositioned himself further down the bed. Priya drew her ankles up to accommodate him, bending her knees before Damian knelt and kissed them. Slowly, with his eyes looking up to meet her gaze, she opened her legs revealing her moist swollen pussy lips. His mouth dried with anticipation before he composed himself once more, kissing his way up the inside of her thighs, first one side, then the other as he neared his goal.

  Again Priya’s breathing got heavier and heavier as his kisses drew nearer to her now soaking pussy. His hands reached under her thighs and as he finally kissed her once more through the soaking material, his grip tightened on the two sides if her knickers and slowly her pulled them down
her thighs, past her ankles and away.

  Once again he kissed his way back towards her wet pussy, the lips swollen and inviting. His kissed them once more before sending his tongue like a worm burrowing between them and allowing himself finally to taste the sweet nectar now forming a pool inside her vagina.

  Priya was now moaning with pleasure, but Damian was not going to let her suffer. He would taste his reward later and he sent his tongue higher to reach her hard little clitoris, hungry for his attention.

  Using the very tip of his tongue, as he had done earlier on her nipples he teased her clit with the softest of flicks, until a whimper told him he had found the most sensitive spot and enthusiastically he started licking harder.

  A wave of sensations emanating from her clitoris sent pleasure hotwired to her brain like a collection of small explosions as his tongue flicked hungrily up and down for a period... then side to side... and just when she thought she knew what to expect he would gently pull her clit with his lips until they suddenly released their soft grip and it sprang back to its original resting place.

  By the time he was licking furiously once more Priya had fistfuls of his hair in her hands and was pulling him in harder, her thighs gripped his head like a vice. He knew as her moans rose in pitch that she was getting close as her back arched, but he just licked even more furiously.

  Priya couldn’t hold out any longer and her head starting spinning as wave upon wave of pleasurable sensations rippled through her like an earthquake with the epicentre centred on her clitoris and with a prolonged whimper her back arched involuntarily and her thighs gripped his head even more tightly.

  Damian carried on licking until she shivered and collapsed onto the bed, and now he decided to drink his reward. His tongue once again closed in on her inviting and even more sensitive hole and lapped around the entrance, eagerly licking her juices like a cat lapping at cream.

  The feeling of the tip of his tongue flicking around her vagina brought Priya towards a second orgasm, so soon after the first that she could barely comprehend what was happening to her. But just as she started whimpering he turned his tongue into a tube and pushed it inside her in search of the pool of nectar her knew lay within.