Strips of condoms. A tube of lube, half used. Another unopened. A foil of pills. Two packets of ORS tucked beside bandage roll like a joke that had stopped being a joke months ago.
Akriti tossed the lube at Puja.
“Your syllabus. Your props.”
Puja caught it.
The three of them stayed standing for a moment, naked, dripping, while the men sat on the bed looking up at them like the kit had changed the temperature.
Sanjay found his voice.
“Puja.” He swallowed. “What do your clients do. What did you enjoy the most.”
The question sat there too carefully. Not only curious. A crack in it. The idea of other men. The idea of watching that story land on her body while he stayed hard and outside it.
Sonam heard it. Akriti heard it. A look passed between the three girls, quick, dirty, understanding.
Akriti murmured, “They want the other men in the room without the other men.”
Sonam’s mouth curved.
“Cuckold hint. Cute. After all that Bhaiya.”
Raja’s throat worked.
“Sonam. Same question. What they did. What you liked most.”
Vivek, already wrecked: “Akriti. Tell me. Please.”
The girls did not sit like witnesses. They showed it.
Puja put one foot on the bed beside Sanjay’s hip, pussy at his eye line, dripping a thread onto the sheet. She slid two fingers through herself, wet sound, and held the shine up.
“Some pay to be gentle. I get bored. The ones I enjoyed most walk in like they already bought the night and then they prove it.” She rubbed her clit in small circles, nipples still slick with spit. “One liked me on my back with my legs pushed to my chest so he could see everything. He talked. He told me I was a hole he had rented. I came anyway. I came because he was thick and he did not ask if I was tired.”
Sanjay’s cock jumped. Precum beaded and ran.
Puja turned, bent, showed him her ass, reached back and spread.
“This. A client who used lube without being told and put his thumb here while he fucked me. I liked that more than romance. I liked being used and still deciding the angle. Another made me keep eye contact. If I looked away he slapped my tit. I looked away on purpose.”
She slapped her own breast once, sharp, so he could see the jiggle, the spit-smear shaking.
Sonam climbed onto the bed on her knees, facing Raja, and put his hand on his own cock without letting him stroke.
“Watch. Don’t finish.”
She opened her pussy with two fingers, shaved lips wet, a drip falling onto his thigh.
“My clients like the good-girl version first. Kurta off slow. Then they get nasty when they realise I won’t break.” She pushed a finger in, then two, fucking herself in front of him, palm slapping softly against her clit. “The one I enjoyed most put me on the window side and made me look at the street while he took me from behind. I could see someone on a balcony. He told me they might see. I came on him so hard I bit my wrist. I liked being watched almost as much as being filled.”
Raja swore. His cock leaked onto his fist.
Sonam turned, dropped her chest to the mattress, ass up, and reached back to pull a cheek aside.
