Bengalee Film Queen 3

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“Wow,” Gargi said, giggling, “You sound like a lawyer.”

“Yes, actually I am.”

“Alright then,” Gargi said, “Would there be a good time for me to come in for an interview with you?”

“How about tomorrow for lunch? I could meet you at the Paradise Hotel, and lunch is on me, of course.”

“That sounds lovely, how about one in the afternoon?”

“I’ll arrange it,” he said, and then he continued. “One last thing, and I hate to bring it up, but it is an important part of the business. Please forgive me for that…you should be looked sophisticated and gracious with your client. So your wardrobe must be packed with modern but sober clothes.”

“Sounds nice…you must have noticed me in parties. I always like to wear modern clothes with aristocratic outlooks,” Gargi said, “See you tomorrow.”

“Oh..sure. I’ve already noticed so many pictures of you in different Magazines and electronic media. Yes…you always look so beautiful in your dresses and I must appreciate your glamourous lookups,” he said and then he rang off.

Gargi could hardly sleep that night, thinking about wearing really great clothes in really great places and making really great money. And maybe, just maybe, having some exciting sex with unknown men she’d only just met…

Even though the thoughts of being an escort intrigued her, at first, she didn’t think of the sexual relation with others as a job, until now. Sounding like fun, she thought only of the entertainment factors, going out to eat, attending shows, and having interesting conversation with someone of the opposite sex.

Now, Gargi could think more about Sujit or about the escort business. She started rationalising about the proposed job. So next day, she had just sent her daughter Pallabi to college and was thinking about her boring life as a neglected actress. Now, thinking more about and confronted with the reality of what was expected of her as an escort, she decided that she could sell herself for any amount of money.

However it made her skin crawl to think about another man kissing her, touching up, and expecting her to give him a hand job, blowjob or to fuck her. Although she had this type of few experiences for attaining the filmy roles, sometimes she couldn’t rationalize the matter of selling herself for sex.

But at the same time, when she thought about the feel of a stranger’s cock in her hand, in her mouth or up her pussy for money, she became sexually aroused. She’d considered, if the money was right and the man was nice, she could easily do it with an attractive man, someone less her age. On the other hand, there might be the chances when she’d have to escort a much older man, someone who wasn’t as attractive and/or appealing.

But the most important thing was, what would she say to her beloved husband? How would she get out of the house? How would she explain the sudden infusion of money? In all the years together, she had never lied to him, not once, not ever.

On the other hand, she always noticed, when her husband returned, he looked so tired to do anything, like having sex, except for her giving him a blowjob. He was always in the mood for that. He was never in the mood to spend some extra time pleasuring her. When it came to reciprocating and satisfying her sexually, he had already turned over and gone to sleep. They hardly ever made love anymore, not since the kids were born, one right after the other.

And now, with the things that had suddenly happened and changed their lives for the worse, he was depressed. Sometimes he had trouble getting it up and would suddenly go soft in her mouth. Tired of having to satisfy herself with her fingers, she was always so horny. She missed the feeling of a rockhard cock inside of her for a long time and humping her, while fucking her.

She missed the romance and the attentiveness that diminished more with the birth of each child. Now, with her days filled with less job in film or other show business, she didn’t know what day it was, except for the joy of her children.

Sometimes she felt that there was no purpose to her life. She wasn’t too old to give up her life to them and to relegate her identity to just that of wife, housekeeper, and mother. She wanted something more. She wanted some excitement in her life.

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