It is a cold winter night, while I sit down to write this beautifully disastrous story.

Well, I’m no storyteller but I’m the story myself, a story maybe one would love to forget rather than
keeping in mind.
I’m what today’s “educated” and modern generation would call, a playboy; though I love the name
Casanova more than this playboy term, oh well, I have another name too, fuck-boy.

It was the 25th of December last year. It was freezing cold and chilly winds were gushing past my
ears, making them icy cold. I was standing at a bus stop of the most happening place in Kolkata
during Christmas, Park street. It’s a posh area where the richest people of Kolkata lived. It’s a place
where girls love to show off their skin beneath their tiny little skirts and when boys like me see those
“sexy” legs, well, the girls then call us ‘eve-teasers’, ‘molesters’ and ‘potential rapists’.Park Street is
a kind of a place where it’s full of Tollywood celebrities all round the year promoting their films here
and there in big and famous pubs and clubs. Park Street is also the home of all the busiest discos in
Kolkata or rather the whole of the state I should say.
I was oblivious to my destiny that this park street will change my life forever.

While the richest men danced hand in hand with the sexiest ladies of Kolkata, I was busy booking an
Ola cab for myself to go back home. I was already drunk and wasted enough and almost out of my
senses except when it came to checking out girls, ah, sorry, let me repeat this sentence as princesses
of rich men would say, ‘I was completely in my senses, waiting for an opportunity to check out
trespassing girls on the road and also waiting for a perfect timing to leap on a trespassing girl to,
maybe, rape her?’.

I booked for myself an Ola share. It was a ready 11.30 on my watch and I was shivering out of the
cold. Though I drank enough beer for the night to make myself warm but it was hardly helping in
this cold. It was the coldest winter of Kolkata in the last 10 years, I read in a newspaper after a few
days. I called the old driver, ‘hello’.After shouting out this hello for 10 times and making the almost
half-naked sexy girls of rich sugar daddies turn their heads towards me in disbelieve that, a person
can book an Ola and he may not necessarily show off around in his dad’s car; the hello reached the
ears of the Ola driver.
‘hello’, he replied from the other side, sounding almost half asleep.
‘kaha pe ho aap?kitna time lagega location pe aane mein?’, I screamed.
‘aa rahe hai’,. he said and hung up the phone with full swag. The thing with Ola drivers is that they
are paid more than we engineers, on a daily basis.
After 20 minutes of waiting for what seemed to be the most excruciating wait of mine till date, my
ride arrived. I checked with the number plate, opened the door and hopped in. After giving the driver
the OTP that bastard said, ‘kaha jaana hai bhaiyya?’. I wanted to say ‘behenchod andha hai kya?
GPS gand mein ghusake rakha hai?’ but the words my lips let out were, ‘ek number gate, airport’.

After around 10 minutes something struck my leg. I turned around and found a co-passenger sitting
right next to me.
Fuck was I blind all the while?
It was almost midnight and due to lack of light I couldn't figure out the face of my co-passenger but I
guessed I had a female co-passenger. I desperately wanted to see her face but couldn’t.

After an hour or so, my co-passenger’s destination arrived. She got down from the cab, slammed the
door and started to walk. But while she was getting down the cab something about her face struck me.
Something really amazing. But while I lost myself in her thoughts the cab already geared up and
started to accelerate.
‘Bhaiyya, yahi pe utar do’, I said, I don’t know why.
‘Par aapko toh ek number gate jaana tha na?’, he started to discuss with me about my destination.
‘Abe behenchod jitna bola hai utna kar na. Yeh le paise aur gand maara jake apni’, I couldn’t keep
my calm anymore. I vented out my frustration on the rich and illiterate Ola driver, got down from his
cab, slammed the door shut and began to run towards the lane where my co-passenger got down.

After running for about 3 minutes I finally found my co-passenger. She was walking down a dark
lane with houses lined up on both sides of the road. I started to walk behind her, slyly. I didn’t know
why I was doing this but maybe because I was drunk or maybe because I drank with my best friend
early in the night who’s now working in IBM as a technical lead who once used to get grades lower
than mine in college, led up to my frustration and resulting in this; I was literally following a lady in
the middle of the night and I didn’t know why.
I can see her big round ass moving with every step she’s taking and I can see her beautiful slender
body shining in the bright street lights here and there. She was wearing a black one piece, probably
went out to some rich party and probably got drilled in the ass by some rich hot shot friend or maybe
a mutual friend for maybe a cousin? Who knows, these daddy’s princess’ can suck any guy’s cock
until that guy has a heavy wallet, full of papers with the father of the nation’s profile picture on it.
She had her hair open and her back, bare. She was wearing stilettos which made a proclaiming sound
whenever they kissed the ground. Oh, I so wish I ever got a girl like her. Hot, sexy and juicy. I
wondered how she will look naked, my mind was going crazy with the thoughts of her naked body
with big dangling tits on my face and me, licking her nipples like some king having juicy grapes and
fucking her pussy all the night, oh fuck man, I wondered how many dicks have already got the
pleasure of her wet pussy!

Suddenly I was pulled back to reality by a tap on my shoulder. I turned around in reflex. Somebody
slapped me hard on my right cheek.
‘Kya madarchod? Follow kyun kar raha tha?’, a voice came complimentary with the slap.
‘I’m sorry’, and my mouth started vomiting words without any warning.
‘Randiyon ko follow karna hobby hai teri, ha?’
I kept quiet.
‘Chodega mujhko? Itna hi agar chodne ka maan hai toh ghar aa ja mere. Jannat dikhaungi.’
I was speechless.
‘Par pure paanch hazar chahiye mujhe. Mun mein bhi lungi aur gand free hai’
Kyun beh teri gand mein christmas sale lagi hai kya?
‘Who can reject such a lovely Christmas offer?’, and after saying this I was gifted with another slap
for completely free of cost, sale hai na isiliye!
‘Aur sun tameez se baat karna. Randi hun, teri biwi nahi. Ab chal aa jaa zyada time waste mat kar
ghar pas mein hi hai mera’
I opened my eyes. I was lying on a bed. I realised I had fallen asleep as soon as I reached her place.
The beer and the rum showing it’s effect on me.
Both my hands were stretched out in opposite directions and tied to the bed stand and my legs were
tied together with a rope. I couldn’t figure out what time it was exactly or why was I tied down.
I was in a bedroom, a big one with a king-sized bed where I was lying right now, a sofa and a centre
table kept on my right side at a distance and a lampshade on top of a table kept just adjacent to the
bed, on my left. I tried to stretch out my arms and struggled to squeeze out my hands of the
entanglement but all my efforts seemed to fail one after the other.

After a while the lady entered the room through the door, at the direction of my feet, She was naked.
She was walking straight towards me with a wicked smile on her face and suddenly it dawned upon
me that I was also lying naked, The hair on my body was standing, erect from the bitter cold.
I can see the lady slowly walking towards me, her boobs were dangling as she walked. They were
tight and juicy and her nipples were erect. The beautiful brown skin of her nipple was wrinkled due
to cold and they felt so enticing to look at. She came towards me and stood by the bed, that's when
my eyes went to her pussy. She was fully shaved down there. And I could feel the smell of her juices
flowing to my nose; I loved the smell. She sat beside me.
‘Seems like you want to fuck me’, she whispered coming close to my lips. I felt the hot air from her
mouth kissing my lips.
I was at a loss of words.
The woman who was giving slangs to me in hindi on the road, is not walking and talking like a
pornstar? Wow. Nice transformation from “Randi” to “Whore”.
‘Come on, I know you want to fuck me. I’m your slut for the night. Come on fuck me’, by saying so
she untied my hands and legs and started kissing the tip of my dick. I felt so good. Who knew that I
would get such a treat in the middle of the night after Christmas, by a complete stranger!
She began sucking my dick, taking the full-grown piece of meat in her mouth and choking and
gagging on it. I could see the saliva dripping from her mouth onto my dick.
She was looking so spectacular with my dick in her hand, stroking it. She was just so perfect to turn
any guy on. She was the perfect slut.
‘Abe randi theek se chod na’, I shouted, slapping her ass cheeks hard as she got on top of me and
started riding my cock.
‘Doing it sir. Oh fuck. Oh yeah’
Her boobs jumped up and down as she rode on me. Her hair was straight and open. We were both
sweating in this cold weather. The temperature was really heating up inside. I could see sweat drops
rolling down her boobs and down her navel and then to her groin. She was the goddess of sex and I
wanted to be her priest. She was fair with long eyelashes, hazel eyes and the smell of her body was
so dirty yet so splendid.
After some time, I realized someone just entered the room and was walking towards us, my slut’s
face was on top of my face and she we kissing me. Something struck her hard from behind and she
bit my lower lip so hard that it started bleeding. She fell on the floor. Blood all over her back, she
was stabbed from the back, by her lover.
I got up from the bed in a hurry.
‘Sabaash. Thank you’, her lover said to me and we shook hands. ‘She was a real randi’, I said and
burst into laughter while the lover of the dead slut began inspecting her corpse to check maybe, that
whether the kill was successful or not.
I stood by his side, naked, freezing in this cold.
‘Kya hua mister? Dar gaye?’, he said after turning to me from the corpse.
‘Sun tera paisa le aur kat le yaha se. Aage se yaha kabhi nahi dikhne ka’, he handed me a few two
thousand rupee notes.
‘Aur jaane se pehle ek aur baat, sala nanga madarchod aage se na kabhi kisi Ola driver ko gaali nahi
dene ka. Chal ab kat le yaha se nahi toh tereko ko bhi iss randi ki tarah maar dunga’

Money and love can make anyone go mad.