The Client

The room was a mess. A bunch of worn-out dresses lay hanging on one corner. The dim lights were on. Smoking a beedi, she waited for the door to have a knock.

She had put on a blue pair of inner garments. Her eyes were half shut. The bed on which she rested cosily, had a sheet that was washed months ago. However, little did it bother her. In fact, nothing in the room bothered her. It was her room. Her world. And she loved it.

As she pulled the smoke from the beedi deep into her lungs, and exhaled it slowly, a smile ran over her lips. She smiled over how coward she was years ago. Today, she was the talk of the entire brothel because of her services. The pimp had seen her high demand, and had increased her rates. However, she was the same girl who had cried a hell lot when she was brought to this world. She was seventeen back then.

As she looked deep within herself, she felt she was missing something. Though she had accepted her fate by now, yet, she was craving. For something she never knew. She had termed it blind happiness. She tried to look deep into this blind happiness, when the door had a knock.

Before opening the door, she looked at herself in the long mirror that hung beside her bed. Her eyes ran through her entire body. She did this before having sex with any client- to remind herself that the body was ultimately her own asset.

She had had different types of clients- and she was a pro in dealing with each of them. Some chose rough sex. Some came just for relieving their anger. Some felt guilty throughout the session, and she had to control her laughter. Some were intellectuals who narrated how sex is a human need, while she waited for the time he would do what he had come there for. She had also handled nervous first-timers- some of whom had become her regular clients later on. Who among these would this new client be? She wondered as she pulled down the latch.

As she opened the door, she found a guy of around eight and twenty waiting there. She looked at his face and wondered if she had seen him earlier. No, she hadn’t. He was new there.

The guy had put on a maroon tee and denim jeans. His belly was visible from his tee. However, his face – with a freshly grown beard after a recent shave- looked charming. Before she could say anything, he looked directly into her eyes. With eye gesture, he asked if he could enter the room.

She followed his eye gesture and nodded in affirmation. As the man entered in, and she was putting the latch back, she realized something. When she had opened the door, she was standing with just a bra and panty in front of him. However, he had looked only at her eyes. She hadn’t found this in any client. She eventually gave away to this thought considering the man a pro, for whom this was common.

The man looked around the room, and then, his eyes fell on the mirror. The girl had reached behind him, and he could see her reflection. It was then, he moved his eyes on her entire body. In the reflection, he could see the girl hold him from behind. ‘Are you ready, babu?’ she asked- as it was scripted.

‘You are Pinki, right?’ he asked.

‘Yes, babu. So, amma has told you my name,’ she said. 'Amma' was the term they used for the pimp.

‘Yes.’

As the conversation went on, the girl was removing his tee off his body. Once done, she faced him directly, and moved her fingers over his chest and tummy. It seemed he felt a bit awkward.

She ran her finger down his lower abdomen, and reached his jeans. She went on her knees, and unbuttoned his jeans.

‘May I have some water?’ he suddenly said.

‘O yes. Just wait,’ she said and stood up. As she picked up her bottle, she realized one more thing. She turned to her client and asked, ‘Would you drink this water?’

‘If it isn’t drain-water, I definitely will,’ he replied with a smile. The girl just stared at him. He was in his boxers at that time. Needless to say, his erection was understandable.

He took the water from her, drank it, and kept it at a corner. ‘I’m ready now,’ he turned and said.

The girl sat on her knees again. She ran her fingers over his penis- that was still inside his boxers. She could feel the penis was pretty hard. As she was about to remove his boxer, she felt her hair being gently caressed. ‘Go easy,’ the man said, as he kept caressing her hair.

The blowjob lasted for a couple of minutes. By then, she had also removed her own bra, exposing her privates to this new client.

Once the blowjob was done, she stood up. Then, as she was turning towards her bed, he found the man stop her. She then found him going on his knees. She was still wearing her panty. The man reached between her legs, and kissed her genital from outside the panty. He then stood up, and made way for her to reach the bed.

As she sat on the bed, and was to remove her panty, he stopped her.

'Just lay down,' he said.

She followed her client.

'Close your eyes,' he said.

'Yes?'

'Close your eyes,' he repeated. What was his intention? Was he about to bite her breasts? Was he about to kiss her? No. He wasn't her lover. What was he up to? She thought all this, and closed her eyes.

'Now don't open your eyes until I tell you.'

'Okay babu. I'm all yours tonight. Tell me to do anything you want,' she said with her professional smile, her eyes still closed.

Next, she felt his finger on the tip of her nose. It ran over the nose, down her lips, and towards her breast. Here, it stopped. Then, she indeed felt his kiss on her lips.

She smiled again. She understood that this man must have been betrayed by his wife, and is now going to have romantic sex with her. She had never come across a romantic client earlier. She prepared herself to face something new.

The man passionately kissed her lips, and then her cheeks. He then came down to her breasts. He ran his hands slowly over her breasts. Then, very gently, he kissed on both her nipples, and came down to her tummy.

Here, he stopped. For the next couple of seconds, she could not feel his touch. Was he feeling shy to go further down?

The next moment, she felt him in front of her right ear. Perhaps he was going to kiss there now. However, she heard him whisper something.

'May I open your panty and have a glimpse of the thing that's hidden inside it?' he asked.

She was touched. She did not know how to react. 'Yes, you definitely can. And you can do whatever with it,' was something she heard herself say. The words flowed automatically.

She then felt him open her panty. Slowly. She began having a strange feeling. It felt like she was getting that thing that she longed for, but didn't know. The blind happiness.

Her eyes were still closed. As she felt him remove her panty, she spread her legs. She then felt his fingers run in the space between them. After his fingers, she felt his tongue.

She let out a moan as his tongue gently caressed her clitoris from top to bottom. She had been habituated with people playing with her genitals from the first day- the day she had cried. She had seldom felt any pleasure herself when people had sex with her. Today, for the first time, she was enjoying the beauty.

'Open your eyes now,' he said.

She followed him. Though the room was almost dark, things appeared bright as her eyes had been closed for long.

'What next, babu?' she asked him.

He looked at her face, smiled, and sat on the bed.

'Should we go ahead with the final part?' he said.

'I'm all yours. Had already told you,' she said.

The man kissed her cheeks again. He then laid down by her side. 'Even I'm all yours. So, do it as you like.'

She kissed him back. Next, she held his penis and played with it- enjoying every bit. Then, she went to her wardrobe and looked for a couple of condoms. She gently put those condoms- one after the other- on his penis.

'Why two condoms?' he asked, confused.

'We do it for safety. These are less expensive ones and might tear in between the process.'

'I see. Okay, go ahead.'

Once the condoms were put, she climbed on him, and carefully, inserted his genital in her vagina.

Their eyes closed. They felt the pleasure that came with every stroke. It continued for some time, until the man reached his climax.

The girl wanted to continue. The man wasn't obviously interested anymore. However, he asked her to bring her face close to his. As she did this, the man hugged her tight, and kissed on her forehead.

'Thank you,' he said, 'for the pleasure you gave me.'

'It is my duty, babu. Let me tell you, I myself had never seen a client as good as you. But then, you could not hold it. I didn't know it would end so soon.'

'It was my first time. Perhaps, this is why, I was so excited that I could not control.'

'Really?' the girl was surprised.

'Today, I lost my virginity.'

'I never knew as a first-timer, you would be so good. I had felt you a pro. You know how to please someone.'

'Thanks for letting me know all this. It is just that I had accidentally come to this place today- thanks to my friends.'

The man put on his dress, and was about to leave. By then, even the girl was back in her bra and her panty.

'Babu,' she said as he was about to open the door.

'Yes,' he replied.

She came close to him, and herself gave him a hug.

The man left. The girl closed the door. It was then she realized what she had forgotten in the last few moments. That she was a prostitute, and that he was her client. But then, how could a client- who had spent money on satisfying his carnal kinks- show respect to a sex-worker? How could he even think of seeking her permission before undressing her? How could he look deep into her eyes before going through her body? How could he drink the water she had put her lips in, despite knowing that the same lips had sucked numerous dirty crotches?

'No....! You know who you are. You are not supposed to get feelings for any client,' she reminded herself of the pimp's words.


Days kept passing. As usual, she ate, slept, and gave her service to her clients. Amidst those clients, she waited for that client. Every time the door had a knock, she wished she could see him- looking into her eyes with a smile on his face. However, it never happened, and she finally gave up.


A year later, at a wedding house twenty kilometers away from the red light area-

'You are so good in bed. I could never expect this. So lucky to have a husband like you,' the new bride said, as she was getting back to her wedding sari.

'Well,' replied her husband, 'somebody had taught me that before you go deep into a woman, make sure she is comfortable throughout the journey. And that will make all the difference.'