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Karma Has Its Way

By: Lucky Mann



Seema Patel was a lovely young woman. She was twenty-one-years-old and had recently graduated from college. She had gotten the highest marks in her classes and graduated with honors. Her mother, Asha Patel, and her younger brother, Manish, were both very proud of her. 

It had not been easy for Seema. She had grown up as part of a traditional family in a small village in central India. Her father was a good man who had worked hard at low paying jobs just to keep his family fed and a roof over their heads. In spite of their financial difficulties, he had refused to allow his wife to work outside their home. He had always held that a wife's job was to see to the household and tend to the children. Given the long held beliefs of his family and culture, he had made a major concession to the modern world by allowing his daughter to attend school beyond a basic level. 

Unfortunately, Mr. Patel had died several years earlier in an accident at work. He had no personal insurance and there was very little compensation from his employer. Thus, Asha Patel was forced to take work using the only skills she possessed. She cleaned the homes and did the laundry for some of the wealthier families in their village. She not only allowed Seema to continue attending school, she encouraged her daughter to go on to college and excel in her chosen field. 

Neither of Seema's parents were educated people. Seema was the first of her family to attend school beyond the first few levels. In the face of her many challenges, Seema graduated with honors in mathematics and bookkeeping. 

Even her own body had been a challenge for Seema. As she matured, she became a beautiful young lady. At graduation, she was five feet four inches tall, weighed about 115 pounds, had a well pronounce chest line, and a small round butt that wiggled as she walked. Long curly hair framed her beautifully rounded face in a shiny black halo. Her eyes were dark pools that had a hypnotic effect on many of the boys in her classes.

"Mama, how can I concentrate on my studies when the boys want to be around me and talk to me all the time? And Mama, some of them make me feel strange inside when the hang around." She often asked for her mother's advise.

The young woman always got the same answer from her mother. "Seema, you're a pretty girl. The boys are just being normal. You must ignore them and study even harder."

Seema listened to her mother and studied even harder. None of the boys in her classes ever had an opportunity to get close to Seema. She was friendly enough, but she just didn't have time for boys. As a result of all her hard work, Seema had won many awards for her academic abilities and finished with her school's top honors.

One evening, several weeks after her graduation, a lady came to the Patel home looking for Seema. She was a recruiter representing an employment agency. She had a job offer for the young woman. 

Seema's high marks in mathematics and bookkeeping had gotten the attention of a large accounting firm. They wanted her to come to their main office for an interview. If she passed the interview, Seema would be offered an entry-level job. "This accounting firm is a reputable company. They pay well and have never treated their employees badly." The recruiter told Seema and her family about the accounting company that had made the offer of employment. 

Seema was excited about her prospects with the accounting firm. The offer of a good job was a good turn of events for the poor Patel family. The problem was that the accounting firm was located in Mumbai. If Seema accepted the job, she would be a long hard bus ride away from her home village and her family. After several tearful hours of discussing the offer with her family, it was decided that Seema would go to Mumbai seeking the offered job. 

It was a happy but tearful group of family and friends that accompanied Seema to the village bus stop. The recruiter was there as well. She was going to accompany Seema on the journey. The recruiter had told the family that if Seema for some reason did not get the job, the recruiter would bring her home.

Seema past her pre-employment interview and other tests with ease. She was offered a job as an entry-level combination bookkeeper-secretary. Her starting salary was more than adequate. It was actually large by her village's standards. Seema would be able to send some money home to her family every week. Along with the job came a small apartment that was close enough for her to walk to her new job. She was also given a small advance against her pay to help her get settled in. After she signed a multi-year contract, She was shown to her new apartment for the night. 

The next day Seema arrived at work a little early. Her early arrival made a good impression on her new employer. She was assigned to work with one of their top accountants on the accounts he was responsible for. She was also to be his receptionist. As is normal in many fields, the accountant met with the clients while Seema did most of the actual accounting work. 

Seema didn't mind the heavy work load. It helped keep her mind off her loneliness. She missed her family and friends at home. However, she was determined to make it on her own. She refused to waste her family's faith in her and her hard work in school. 

Seema wrote to her mother once or twice a week. In those letters she describe her job, how much she liked it, and how well she was doing. When her pay began coming in, she happily sent some of it home to her mother.

Seema had been on the job for about three weeks. She had made a very favorable impression on her supervising accountant and some of the company executives. Her accounting skills were all they had expected and more. Her interaction with the clients that came to the office was beyond reproach. She had already been given a small raise in salary. With the raise salary, she had begun sending a little more of it home to her mother. 

Then one day a client came into the office that made Seema fell very uncomfortable. Though she couldn't pinpoint what it was about this particular client that bothered her, she knew he was not a man to be trusted. 

Perhaps it was his physical appearance. He stood well over six feet tall and weighed about three hundred pounds. He towered over the much smaller Seema. His inexpensive suit was too small for him, and his belly was poking out between his shirt buttons. He didn't seem to fit in with the other clients Seema had met. She could not believe this man was her employer's best client. 

Or, maybe it was his overly familiar greeting that bothered her. Even with her desk between them, the man intimidated Seema. With a toothy grin, he bent over close to Seema's face. She could smell alcohol on his breath. 

"Well, hello young lady. You look like a delicious little morsel. Care for a bite to eat, my dear?" He said to her while stroking her upper arm.

Seema had no experience in handling such an aggressive and rude man. So, all she could do was reject his offer. "No thank you, Sir."

This man didn't give up. "Are you sure? We can have a good time over lunch. I can make it all right with your supervisor. How about it, sweetie?"

"No thank you, Sir. I have a great deal of work to do." 

"We'll soon see about that." With a smirk, the man turned and left Seema. She thought his last comment sounded almost like a threat. Mr. Tamraj took Seema's rejection as a challenge. He stared back at her as he walked away. For some reason, the stare was frightening to Seema. A chill ran up the girl's spine. 

Mr. Tamraj was one of the accounting firm's best clients. He owned several businesses, and Seema's employer did the accounting work for all of them. He paid them a great deal of money in accounting fees each month. 

Seema was expected to be nice to all the clients she met, especially Mr. Tamraj. She didn't know how she could be nice to this man without seeming to accept his rude advances. 

A week later, Seema was called into the office manager's office. She was directed to sit in the chair opposite the manager's desk. With his eyes downcast, he quietly spoke to her. "I am sorry, Seema. We have to let you go."

Seema was in shock. "Why? What mistake did I make? If you tell me what I did wrong, I will make amends. I really want to keep my job. Please Sir." 

"There is nothing I can do. I am so very sorry, Seema. You have done nothing wrong. As a matter of fact, you have worked out much better than any of our other recruits. Unfortunately, it seems Mr. Tamraj has bought your contract from us. So, for the next three years, you belong to him. We are so sorry, Seema." The manager seemed to be truly sorry for her. The weeping girl slowly rose from her seat and returned to her desk.

Mr. Tamraj was waiting for her when she returned to her desk to retrieve her personal belongings. "You're mine now, sweetheart. Do a good job and do what you are told and you will make a good living. Disobey and you will be punished severely. Do you understand?" He snarled.

"Yes, Sir. I understand." The frightened young woman answered through her sobs. Tears freely flowed down her cheeks. 

"Good. Follow me." Mr. Tamraj led Seema out of the office building and into a large black car. 

Oddly enough, her new boss didn't try to make advances on her once in his car. He simply said. "Seema, can you dance?"

N-n-no, Sir. I never learned to dance." She answered. 

"That's too bad. No matter! Never mind for now. As pretty as you are, you can still make me a fortune. We will have one of the other girls teach you to dance." 

"Sir, why do I need to learn to dance?" Seema didn't understand what kind of job required her to have the ability to dance.

"Don't worry about it for now. We are going to the other side of Mumbai and it will take a while. Just relax and enjoy the ride." 

"Yes, Sir." Seema had never been to a city as large as Mumbai. So, she did enjoy the ride. There was so much to see along the way. 

She couldn't help it. The question kept going through her mind as they rode across Mumbai. 'Why do I need to learn to dance?' The girl just could not forget about it. Again she ask Mr. Tamraj. "Sir, I really want to know. Why do I need to learn to dance?"

WHACK! Tamraj slapped Seema's face with 

the back of his hand. She reeled back from the blow. 

"I told you not to worry about that for now. So, shut up about the dancing. You will be taught to dance. Now, not another word about it!"

Rubbing her cheek, Seema reluctantly agreed to her new boss' demand. "Yes, Sir." 

After about an hour's ride, Mr. Tamraj's car pulled behind a large nightclub. It was called The Wild West. It was located in an area of Mumbai where the upscale western hotels were nearby. The Wild West was frequented by many of the tourists and businessmen that stayed in those hotels while in Mumbai. 

Tamraj's car came to a stop in a place reserved just for him. The gaudy neon signs all around the outside of the club were glowing brightly even in the late afternoon daylight. They were advertising the alcohol available inside. More importantly to Seema's immediate future, the signs advertised the dancing girls that worked there. 

"Is this where I will be doing your books, Sir?" Seema naively asked. 

"No! You will not be doing my books. Now, follow me." Mr. Tamraj used his key to unlock the steel door and led Seema through it. The door led into the rear of the club. They went down a dark hallway and entered a large comfortable looking office. "Sit there." Mr. Tamraj pointed to a chair in a corner of the office while he pushed a button on his intercom. 

When his secretary answered the intercom, he told her. "Have one of the older girls come in here please. I think Jenny will do."

"Yes, Sir." The voice on the intercom replied.

In just a few minutes, a girl entered the office. She was a pretty girl that seemed to be in her late twenties. She was about 5 feet 8 inches tall, had light skin, blue eyes, and long straight blond hair. Most shocking to Seema was that she was wearing nothing but a light blue bra and panty set that was so thin it hid nothing from the view of anyone who cared to look. She could easily see the girl was slender with large breasts. Seema was embarrassed for herself as well as this girl, Jenny. She could even see her hard nipples. What was most shocking to the naïve young women was this girl had shaven her private parts. 

The girl smiled at Mr. Tamraj and said. "Yes, Sir. What can I do for you, Sir."

Nodding toward Seema, Mr. Tamraj told the girl what he wanted her to do. "Jenny, this is Seema. She's new and will be working here. She doesn't know how to dance. I want you to teach her everything you know about dancing, how our business here works, and how to please our customers. Be sure to get her a costume that will show off her best features, especially those tits. Help her with a little make-up as well. That will be all for now."

He continued and directed his instructions to Seema. "Seema, go with...." 

Seema sat unmoving. She was in shock at what she had just heard and seen. 

"SEEMA!" He shouted. 

"Y-y-yes, Sir." She stuttered. 

"Seema, you go with Jenny. Pay attention to everything she tells. Do as you are told. Jenny will be your trainer for the next several days. Remember what I told you in the car about the punishment. Jenny can tell you what that can mean. Now get out of my office."

Shaking from fear and confusion, Seema followed Jenny out of Tamraj's office door and farther down the dark hallway. Jenny led the frightened girl to a well lit room. One wall of the room was lined with several sinks and mirrors. Another wall was lined with comfortable looking sofas. The remaining two walls were covered with racks of colorful clothing. The racks were filled with lingerie for them to use while working. "This room is the dressing room for the dancers. They also come here to relax and freshen up between dances." Jenny told Seema. 

Seema's escort looked carefully at the small girl then rustled through the racks of flimsy nightwear. "Let's see. You're about 5'3". Right? You weight what, about 110 pounds? Right?" 

"I'm 5'4" and 115 pounds. Why?" 

"Don't be stupid, Seema. I need your sizes to dress you for work tonight. Your tits?" Jenny demanded.

Self consciously, Seema looked down at her breasts and asked. "What about them?"

"What the hell size are your tits. Come on Seema. Get with it! I don't have time to piss around with you. I'm losing money standing her with you. Now, what size cup do you wear?" Jenny was getting irritable. 

"Uh, there Cs. I wear a C cup bra."

"Fine, this ought to do for tonight." Jenny tossed a thin black floor length negligee with matching panties and bra to Seema. "Put this on. Hurry up. We need to get out on the floor." 

"Jenny, I can't wear this in public. People can see right through it. I can't let people see me like this. Please, can't you find something else." Seema begged her escort. 

"No! Put that shit on. Hurry up, damn it! Don't be so damn stupid. You're here so people can look at you." Jenny ordered. "If you don't put that shit on right now, I'll simply tell Mr. Tamraj and let him handle you. Believe me, you don't want him training you. He starts by beating you until you can barely walk. He has a way of beating a girl so no marks are left, but you won't be able to sit or even bend over without pain for two or three nights. A couple of the girls told me he even roughly fucked them in the ass when the beatings didn't get the results he wanted. So, I suggest you do as I tell you." 

Seema resigned herself to follow Jenny's instruction. Shaking like a leaf in a storm, the girl removed her own clothes and put the flimsy outfit on. As she dressed, she agreed to do whatever Jenny told her to do. "OK Jenny. But, what am I supposed to do?"

Jenny gave Seema her instructions on how to conduct herself on the strip club's main floor. "Tonight nothing. You just follow me and smile a lot. If a customer brushes your arm, smile at him and keep following me. If one of them pats your ass giggle, but keep walking. Some customers get down right bold and will reach out and squeeze a tit or your ass. If one does that smile and say to him, 'Maybe later,' and keep following me. Ask me anything you like whenever you can. Oh, and one more thing. Speak English unless you are certain your customer is Indian and speaks a language you understand."

Seema stared at Jenny with her mouth gaping open. The poor girl was in shock again. "Do you mean I am supposed to let strange men touch me?"

Laughing, Jenny replied. "That's the idea, sweetie. While they're feeling you up, they're drinking the booze Tamraj sells." 

While she was dressing she asked her trainer a question. "Jenny, you said you were loosing money. Do you make much money working here?"

"Yes! A hard working girl can make a good deal of money in a place like this. This is one of Mr. Tamraj's best clubs. The other clubs he owns are dumps with cheap customers. If you don't do well here, he will send you to one of them. The customers here pay and tip nicely for the opportunity to spend some time with the girls here. Letting them fondle us is just part of the job. They're usually gentlemen about it too. If they like us, they'll pay extra to have us rub our bodies all over them. You watch me tonight. Tomorrow it will be your turn to do a little work and maybe make a little money. You will be expected to give Tamraj a cut of your money, but not all that much. He takes ten percent of what you make. As young and pretty as you are, you can make a lot of money. Just learn to relax and enjoy the attentions of strangers. Now, hurry up. We need to do your make-up before we head out on the floor." Jenny was still impatient with her trainee.

Once she was finished with Seema's make-up, Jenny led her trainee out to the strip club's main floor. The first thing Seema noticed was how loud the music was. She also noticed how dim the lights were. Some of the lights were a dim purple in color. They made some of the girls' costumes seem to glow. The brightest area in the club was a stage located at the back of the main floor. 

As the two girls walked across the large room, several men reached out and stroked Jenny's arm. A few of them did the same to Seema. One man patted her wiggling ass as she passed. He looked western. 

Jenny looked back, smiled, and said to him. "Hi Robert. I'll be back, baby. I need to go dance right now. Don't worry. Don't I always take care of you?"

Robert nodded and smiled at Jenny as the two girls walked away. 

Jenny escorted Seema to a table next to the stage where two other girls were seated. Jenny introduced Seema to the girls before climbing the steps to the stage. The loud music started and Jenny gyrated to the beat. She cupped her tits and thrust them out as if offering them to the crowd of cheering men. She rhythmically wiggled her ass and vulgarly spread her legs showing the crowd her shaved pussy through her thin panties. Jenny was a very popular dancer. As the second song of a two-song set began, the blond dancer seductively removed her bra and tossed it to the girls seated nearby. She fondled and squeezed her own tits and continued to offer them to the men closest to her. 

Seema was working hard to suppress the shock she was feeling. She could not understand how anyone could behave like that in a public place and in front of all those strange men?

As her second song came to an end, Jenny turned her back to the men, bent over, and wiggled her ass and shaved pussy at them. Her audience cheered wildly and began throwing money onto the stage at Jenny's feet. She gathered the money and rejoined Seema and the other girls.

One of the other girls at the table took the stage and started her set by removing her bra. She was not as well endowed as Jenny, but the men seemed to appreciate her just the same.


Karma Has Its Way



"Wow Jenny! Did you make a lot of money with your dance?" Seema asked. The dancer had picked up more money from the stage floor than Asha Patel made in a week of doing laundry and cleaning houses.

Jenny bent over and spoke with Seema. "No. That was only about twenty dollars or so. It was just a few tips. Come on. I'll show you how and where the real money is made." Jenny then led Seema over to the man who had hugged the older girl as they had walked across the floor a short while ago.

Jenny sat on his lap and indicated Seema should sit in a chair next to him. "Hi baby. I told you I'd be back. Did you like my dance?"

"You know I did, but I'd love to get a bit more of a private dance if it's alright." As the man spoke to Jenny, he softly rubbed and patted her ass. 

Jenny cooed and laid her head on the man's shoulder. "Sounds like fun to me too, Robert. Same money?"

"Yes, same money." He replied.

Jenny introduced Seema to her customer and explained to her that remembering his name made him feel closer to her. "This is Seema. She is my trainee. Would you mind if she followed us to the other room and watched how I take care of my favorite customer? It won't cost any more."

"Sure Jenny. She can watch if she wants to." He answered. He patted Seema's knee and said. "Shall we go?"

The cuddled up couple stood and headed toward a doorway at the far end of the floor. Seema followed quietly. 

When they entered the private couch-dance room, Seema noted it was filled with many short sofas. The sofas all had seatbacks that were leaned back far more than normal. Sitting on one of the couches put a person in position that was close to laying down. 

A few couples were already in the couch room. They seemed to be in various stages of amorous cuddling. Most of the girls were nude, or nearly so. 

Jenny picked a sofa in a darkened corner of the room and had Robert sit on one end. She had Seema sit on the other end of the sofa and to the left of Robert. The sofas were built such that it was natural to lay back in a semi-reclined position.

Then, as the music started, Jenny dropped her top to the floor and began writhing on the partially reclined man. In a short time, Jenny was rubbing her tits and hardened nipples over Robert's face. He sucked her nipples every chance he got. 

Seema saw Robert's right hand slide up the inside of Jenny's left leg and stroke her thinly covered pussy. He quickly slipped his fingers under Jenny's panties and petted her wet slit.

Seema was carefully watching what Jenny and Robert were doing. She was so intent on what she was seeing that her own breasts tingled and her nipples hardened. She could even feel her pussy getting damp. She was caught up in what Jenny and Robert were doing. She did not see his left hand reach out to her. She gasped sharply and jumped when he gently squeezed her right tit. He was the first man to touch her that way. She was frightened but did not resist Robert's attention to her tit. She gasped again when he gently pinched her nipple.

After fondling Seema's right tit for a little while, Robert slid his arm around her waist. He slowly pulled Seema to his side and kissed her cheek. "It's OK sweetheart. I won't hurt you."

When Jenny smiled and nodded at her, Seema relaxed a little and laid her head on Robert's left shoulder. He raised his left hand from her waist, cupped Seema's left tit, and slowly massaged it.

In the mean time, Jenny had slid down Robert's body and was rubbing his hard cock through his pants with her hands. She then bent over and kissed and nibbled the tent his cock had formed in Robert's pants.

Eventually, the second of two songs, and Robert's time with Jenny, was at an end. Seema watched him count out fifty dollars and hand it to Jenny. The stripper smiled and gave him a passionate kiss. He then rearranged his clothes and got up to leave. 

He smiled at Seema and handed her five dollars. "You have a real nice set of tits, Seema. I hope to see you again real soon.

Seema could only stare at the money in her hand. Jenny smiled at her trainee. "Was that so hard to take, Seema?"

"No it wasn't. He gave me five dollars to feel my tits. Do you make that much money all the time?" The girl answered.

"No, not all the time. Some times I make a lot more, sometimes a little less. But now you know how I make money here. Sure it's sometimes uncomfortable, but I've never been hurt. If you do a good job of making these men think you really like them, you can make a lot of money too. You will need to give Tamraj 10% of whatever you make. The rest is yours. Now come on. I need to freshen up before I dance on stage again. I dance on stage about four or five times a night. Then follow that with a private dance if I can sell myself to one of the men here."

Jenny then led Seema back to the dressing room where the popular dancer could freshened up and relaxed until it was her time to dance again. 

Seema had a million questions running through her head, but only a few seemed to come to the surface. "Jenny, do you do what you do because you really like your customers? Or, is it just for the money? How can you so easily show all of your private parts and let them feel all over your body?"

"Like them?" Jenny reached into her little clutch purse and pulled out a large wad of money. More money than Seema had ever seen at one time. "This is what I like. These men are merely the way to get it. I saw you took the five dollars that Robert gave you. Do you think he gave that to you because he likes you? Hell no! He gave it to you because you have a nice set of tits and you let him fondle them."

About the time Jenny started redoing her make-up an older woman walked into the dressing room. With a firm voice, she spoke to the girls. "Mr. Tamraj wants you two in his office, now."

Before Jenny or Seema could reply, the woman turned on her heels and left. 

"Who was that?" Seema asked. 

"That was the club manager. She's in charge whenever Mr. Tamraj is not here. She expects the girls to work just as hard as Mr. Tamraj does. We better get going. Mr. Tamraj does not like to be kept waiting."

Jenny and Seema hustled down the hallway and entered Mr. Tamraj's office. He rose to meet them as they entered.

Thanks for coming in so promptly ladies. Jenny, have a seat."

Tamraj put his arm over Seema's shoulder. "Seema, you look as beautiful in that nightgown as I thought you would. I need to take some pictures of you for your file. Please stand by that poster." He indicated where he wanted Seema to stand. The brightly colored poster boldly advertised the dancing girls available at The Wild West. 

"Mr. Tamraj, I can not have my picture taken dressed like this. I would shame my whole family if I...." 

WHOMP! 

"Umph!" Seema suddenly doubled over in pain and was gasping for breath.

Tamraj had slammed his fist into Seema's belly. "Bitch, I told you to get over next to that fucking poster so I can take some pictures of your ass. I own you for the next three years. I don't give a fuck what your family thinks. Now get your ass over there. You better smile too, if you know what's good for you." 

With a gasping voice, the shocked Seema acknowledged her instructions. "Yes, Sir." She croaked. 

As she started walking toward the poster Tamraj firmly kicked Seema in her ass. "Move it, bitch! I haven't got all day." 

Seema yelped but kept walking to the poster. She did her best to put on a pleasant expression as she could. 

Tamraj had picked up the digital camera from his desk as Seema moved into place next to the poster. He immediately began taking pictures. She followed his instructions and posed as provocatively as she could. 

"OK. Now drop the robe! I want to get a better view of those tits."

Slowly, Seema let the thin robe slide off her shoulders. She caught it with her bent elbows as it slid down her back. She let it wrap around her waist. Her nipples were easily seen through her bra's thin material. When Tamraj gestured, she let the robe fall to the floor. Her black pubic bush was clearly visible through her panties. 

Tamraj stepped forward and cupped his hand over her pubic mound. 

Seema was frozen with fear. She gasped and tears flowed down her cheeks, but she did not move. 

"This will have to go. Shave that pussy before you start tomorrow." Tamraj ordered. "Now drop the robe and lose the bra."

With trembling hands, Seema removed her bra. Her firm young tits stood proudly on her chest. They had no sag at all. 

Tamraj smiled and took a few more pictures before walking up to his newest dancer. Almost gently, he fondled her tits and nipples. Under his practiced hand, Seema's nipples grew hard and protruded from the tender flesh below them. 

Tamraj stepped back and again took a few pictures. "Get dressed and go sit next to Jenny. I want to check the pictures before you go back to work."

"Yes, Sir." Seema quietly did as she had been told. She picked up her bra and robe and moved toward Jenny.

Mr. Tamraj put the camera's memory card in the slot of his photo processor. As the machine printed out hard copies of the pictures, he expressed his approval. "Yes! These will do nicely. Come here Seema."

Seema instantly stood and went to Tamraj. It was a shock to see the pictures of her self so crudely displayed. 

"I'll keep these in your file. We'll take some more tomorrow after you shave that pussy. If you work hard for me, they will stay there. Don't work hard, get disrespectful with me, my managers, or the customers, or try to leave without my permission and I will make certain your family and friends all see these pictures. I may even to do a little advertising in your little village using some of these shots. Do you understand? 

"Yes, Sir. I understand." She replied.

"Good! Now get back to work." Jenny and Seema quickly walked toward Mr. Tamraj's door. "Don't forget to shave that pussy!" He called after them. 

Jenny and Seema returned to the dancer's dressing room where Jenny helped her trainee freshen up. They reapplied her make-up and brushed her shiny black hair. The girls were soon ready to go out on the main floor again. 

Jenny headed for the stage and Seema sat with a different pair of dancers at a nearby table. These new girls said they envied Jenny. Though they were very lovely themselves, they reluctantly admitted Jenny was the best looking and most talented dancer there. 

One of them encouraged their new friend. "Seema, if you learn to dance well, you can make as much money as Jenny does. Dancing and good looks equal money in this joint. You are as pretty as any of us. All you have to do is dance well, and the men will be lining up to give you money for a little of your time."

Seema smiled. She had already decided to make the best of her situation, even if it was working as an exotic dancer at The Wild West. She could still send her family money. They didn't have to ever find out how she was earning it.

Over the rest of the evening, Jenny entertained several more men in the couch room. They all paid her well. In addition, she made a tidy sum from the men who surrounded the stage while she danced. 

Seema even made a good deal more than a day's pay at the accounting firm while she accompanied Jenny into the couch room. The men had always agreed to have her come along as an observer. 

One of Jenny's regular customers, an older American businessman, patted Seema on her thigh and asked her. "How do you like your new line of work, honey?"

"I don't know, Sir. I haven't really done anything yet. I am so nervous. I've never done anything like this before." Seema replied.

"Well then Seema, I think it's about time you made a little money. My name is Jim. Jenny will tell you I can be very generous. Jenny, I'll pay you the same as always. Why don't you help this pretty little thing learn to give a good lap dance? I like rookies, and she needs to learn sometime." The customer said.

Jenny agreed to his request. "If you're sure, I'll be happy to help her do a good job for you. It's my job to train her any way."

Jenny then pulled Seema to her feet. "Take your robe off, Seema."

Slowly, with shaking hands, the nervous girl removed her robe and tossed it to the arm of the sofa. 

"Very nice." Jim commented as he looked up and down Seema's young body. 

Seema was shaking like a leaf but smiled at Jim's compliment. "Thank you, Sir." 

Jenny had Seema kneel between Jim's legs and reach up with both arms. She showed Seema how to rub his chest and stomach with her arms. He responded by caressing Seema's upper arms and bare shoulders. She became even more frightened when she felt a lump in his pants pushing against her tits. 

Jenny whispered in her ear. "Lose the bra."

Forcing a smile, Seema sat back on her knees and ankles. She removed her bra and tossed it to the end of the sofa with her robe. She cupped her hands under her own tits as if offering them to Jim. She had seen Jenny and the other girls do that on stage. 

Jim smiled back at her. Slowly he reached out and took a tit in each of his hands. He gently massaged them while using the soft flesh as tender handles to pull Seema up his body. He brought her up until she was on her feet and bent over his torso. He pulled her tits to his mouth and briefly sucked each nipple. Seema gasped as her nipples quickly hardened. 

Just as when Robert had caressed her tits earlier that evening, Seema could feel herself getting wet between her legs. She was quickly learning that she was a very sensual woman who enjoyed the touch of a man. 

Jim pulled her bare chest tightly to his and slid his hands down her back. Seema relaxed a little as Jim rubbed her back. She tensed and gasped again when he grabbed one of her small ass cheeks in each hand and squeezed. She laid her head on Jim's chest and sighed. 

"Jenny, I think our little rookie likes having her tits and ass massaged. Don't you Seema?" Jim asked.

"Yeeesssss, Sirrr." She nervously cooed. 

After a few minutes of that, Jenny again whispered in her ear. "Slide down his body and kiss the lump in his pants and nibble it with your lips."

"WHAT?" Seema was shocked. She had seen Jenny do that earlier. It hadn't registered with the naïve girl exactly what Jenny had been doing at the time. Now she realized that Jenny had been kissing and nibbling on a hard cock in her customer's pants. More importantly, she was now supposed to do it too. 

"Do you want Tamraj to train you?" Jenny whispered.

Fearing Tamraj's training methods, Seema immediately scooted down Jim's body and put her lips on the sizable lump growing in his pants. As she pressed her lips down on the hard cock in Jim's pants, it twitched. 

A startled Seema gasped and sat back on her heels. Jim and Jenny both laughed. Choking back his laugh, Jim reassured Seema. "It's alright. It won't bite."

As Jenny and Jim laughed, Seema's determination to do a good job pushed her on. She returned to working her lips up and down Jim's hard-on.

"Now, open his shirt and kiss you way back up his body. Let his body feel your body." Jenny instructed. 

Seema was beginning to feel more relaxed and easily did as she had been told. She crawled up Jim's body until she had her tits over his face. She pressed her supple tits together and rubbed them all over Jim's face. 

He moaned his appreciation while massaging her ass. He helped Seema spread her legs and straddle his hips. 

For the first time in her young life, Seema felt a cock between her legs. A hard cock pressing against her virgin pussy both excited and frightened her. 

Jim raised his hips and pressed it against her pussy. Even though she still had her panties on and Jim's pants were still on him, the pressure exerted on her pussy caused her to become even wetter. Jim then reached past her ass and stroked her panty covered pussy with his right hand. Her sexual lubricating juices had made her panties extremely wet. 

It was Seema's turn to moan. Then she realized what was happening. She was getting sexually excited. She had felt this before, but never to the extent she was felling it now. She really did not understand all that was happening to her body at that moment. She was both excited, frightened and embarrassed, all at the same time.

"I am sorry, Sir. I did not mean to get so wet. Please forgive me for making you pants wet."

Jim laughed and hugged Seema tightly to his chest. "It's alright, honey. It seems our bodies like each other. I guess we'll have to get better acquainted in the near future. I come in here a couple times a month when I'm in Mumbai on business. I'd like to see you again, if that's alright with you."

"Oh yes, Sir. I think I'd like that too." Seema smiled broadly at her first regular customer and began wiggling her body on his. 

"That's OK honey. If you don't mind, how about just laying on me as you are until our time is over. May I pet you again?" Jim politely asked.

"Oooh yes. That felt nice." Seema relaxed and laid her head on Jim's shoulder and spread her legs over his hips. She let him gently pet her virgin pussy. He stroked it like it was a favorite pet. Before the next song ended, he had her so wet she thought she had lost control of her bladder. Something had been awakened deep within Seema. 

Jenny whispered to Seema. "I'll be in the dressing room when you're finished here." She then quietly slipped out.

When the next song ended, Seema slowly climbed off Jim and put her bra and thin robe back on. She sweetly kissed him and he handed her two fifty-dollar bills. 

"Oh Sir. I think you have paid too much."

Jim roared with laughter. "I have never had a stripper tell me I had paid too much." 

Seema wasn't sure how to take being referred to as a stripper. Then the logical part of her mind reminded her. That's exactly what she is. She is a stripper.

As he finished buttoning his shirt, Jim told her. "No honey. One fifty is for Jenny. The other is yours. You earned it. You are my newest favorite dancer at this club." He then stood, patted her ass, and walked with her out of the couch room. 

After leaving Jim at his table, Seema practically ran down the hallway to the dressing room. Excitedly, Seema practically yelled at Jenny. "Jenny, here's your fifty dollars. He gave me fifty dollars too. I can't believe it."

Jenny smiled broadly as she remembered the first time she had worked a couch room in a strip joint and started making a lot of money. "Didn't I tell you that you could do well here. It looks like you have your first regular customer. Do not become overly attached to any of these men though. Remember Seema, they're customers, not boyfriends. Try to avoid getting so excited while you entertain your customers." 

"Now, let's practice your dancing. Do what I do." Over the next twenty minutes or so, Jenny demonstrated her dance moves for her trainee. Though there was a practice pole in the dressing room similar the one on the stage, Jenny used it very little. "Only girls who can't dance very well depend on that pole." Jenny advised. She had Seema repeat each move before moving on to the next. 

Even though it embarrassed her deeply to shake her tight little ass and thrust her ample tits out toward an imaginary customer, Seema knew she had to become a good exotic dancer. She could not allow Tamraj to have a reason to let her family and friends see the pictures he had just taken. 

Seema was a naturally talented dancer. Her body movements were smooth and rhythmic. She only needed to work on putting her moves together into an entertaining dance and making that dance as sexually provocative as she could. Jenny advised her trainee she had to convince the customers near the stage that she was dancing just for them. She had to make them want to give her money just for her dancing. Her stage dancing was also how she was to entice the men near the stage and those sitting at the tables to buy couch dances from her.




Karma Has Its Way



After about an hour of practice, Jenny needed to get back out on the floor. It was her turn to dance on stage again. 

Seema was beginning to build a little self-confidence in her abilities to entertain the customers at The Wild West. This time, she didn't stay at the table near the stage with the other dancers. She ordered a glass of wine and sipped it as she nervously strolled around the club's main floor. She spoke with several men who patted her ass or stroked her bare arm. However, she could not bring herself to ask them to go to the couch room on her own. She needed Jenny nearby. She wasn't ready to entertain a man on her own just yet.

When Jenny finished her stage dances, she joined Seema and led her to a table were two men were sitting. Jenny knew one of the men as one of her regular customers. When she approached them with her trainee, Jenny sat on his lap. Seema sat next to the other man.

The man next to Seema appeared to be middle aged. About forty she thought. Seema thought to her self. 'He's a little old, but he sure is a handsome man.' 

Jenny cuddled for a while with the man on whose lap she was sitting. She then noticed that Seema's glass was nearly empty and the young trainee had moved closer to the man she was sitting next to. 

"Good job, Seema. I see you've found someone to entertain. Have you offered to go to the couch room with him yet?" Jenny asked in a whisper.

"No, not yet. I don't know what to say or how much to charge." Seema replied. She paused to empty her glass. "We've just been talking. I thought we would wait for you." Seema replied with a giggle. 

The young woman had just had her first taste of alcohol. The glass of wine was making her feel a little more relaxed about her new duties at The Wild West. Her confidence in her ability to entertain a customer at a strip-club was slowly improving.

Her new friend also seemed to be a generous man. He had already slipped several dollars into her flimsy bra. Of course he had felt and squeezed her breast each time he had done so.

Jenny leaned over and whispered into Seema's ear. "Why don't you ask for twenty-five dollars to start. He can negotiate from there if he isn't happy with that price." 

Seema worked up her courage and asked. "Sir, my name is Seema. Will it be all right if I go to the couch room with you? Will you give me twenty-five dollars for two songs worth of couch dancing? I am really new at this, and I want to make you happy with me."

"My name is Ron and twenty-five will be fine, Seema. I like rookies. They seem real compared to the more experienced girls. Shall we go, Seema?"

Seema giggled. The wine was quickly going to her head and having the desired affect. "Yes, Sir. I am ready."

The man stood and offered his hand to Seema to help her up. "Please call me Ron."

Seema quickly noticed Ron was tall and solidly built. At a little more than six feet tall, he stood well over a head taller that Seema.

"Yes sir, er, I mean Ron." Seema nervously took Ron's hand and stood next to the first customer she had gotten on her own. Her hand trembled as she waited for Jenny and her friend to stand as well. 

Jenny leaned over and whispered into her friend's ear. "No, Seema. I won't be going back there with you this time. You need to do this on your own. You'll be fine. We'll talk later. Just have fun and be sexy."

Seema seemed hesitant to go to the couch room without her trainer.

Ron put his strong arm around the nervous girl's waist and gently pulled Seema close to his side. "It'll be alright, sweetie." He then whispered in her ear. "Would you believe this is the first time I've gotten a couch dance at a club like this? So, in a way, we're both rookies. I'm not a bad guy. I won't hurt you. Come on. This can be fun for both of us." 

Seema smiled up into Ron's face. She slowly led him away from the table and toward the couch room.

Once in the couch room, Seema found a darkened corner and had Ron sit on the couch. She had him lean back and slide down until his hips were on the edge of the couch. Ron was practically lying on the couch. This was how she had seen Jenny position her earlier customers. 

Seema then nervously slipped her thin robe off her shoulders. She draped it over the end of the small couch. She sat next to Ron who put his arm around her waist. 

Seema was shaking in with nervousness and Ron could feel her shaking. She wanted to please her customer but didn't know how to begin. "Can we please wait until the next song to start. I am so nervous. The extra time won't cost you any more."

"That'll be fine. Why don't you just relax a little? I'm in no hurry. Sitting here with such a beautiful young girl is a pleasure in it self." Ron then pulled a blushing Seema close and began gently stroking her back. Occasionally, he would let his hand drift down to Seema's little butt and give it a squeeze. 

Seema rolled onto her side and laid her head on Ron's shoulder. The next time he squeezed her butt, she moaned softly and pushed her hip out to meet his hand. She gasped when he slid his hand under her shear black panties and held her bare cheek. 

"That's a real nice ass, Seema."

"Oh thank you, Sir, er, I mean, Ron." 

Slowly, Seema began rubbing her body against Ron's. When the next song began, she removed her top and opened Ron's shirt. She rolled on top of him, straddled his hips, and rubbed her bare tits over his chest. Her nipples stood erect and pressed into his chest.

Ron cupped her tits in his hands and gently massaged them. Seema groaned when he tweaked her hard nipples. Again her pussy became wet. Almost involuntarily, Seema pressed her crotch onto the lump in Ron's pants.

Ron reached down and took a butt cheek in each hand. He squeezed her ass and pulled Seema up until they were eye to eye. 

They softly kissed as Ron slipped a hand around her hip and petted her drenched pussy. Seema gasped loudly and tensed. She suddenly regained her senses and remembered Jenny's warning about not becoming attached to her customers. She broke their kiss and kissed her way down Ron's body. She nibbled and kissed his hard cock through his pants.

During the rest of the current song and through the next one, Seema stayed busy erotically rubbing her body all over Ron. She nearly had an orgasm while sliding her overheated pussy on the hard lump in Ron's pants. Though she had gotten extremely aroused, Seema refused to allow her excited state effect the service she provided to her customer. As the second song ended, Seema practically collapsed on top of Ron.

Ron smiled at the petite girl as she lay on his chest catching her breath. She smiled back with a dreamy look in her eyes. 

When Seema had recovered enough, she stood and rearranged her lingerie. She put the thin robe back on and looked at Ron. She stammered and didn't seem to know what to say.

"Seema, that was fantastic, especially since it was your first time without your trainer." Ron said as he reached into his pocket. "Let see, that was twenty-five dollars, right?" He asked.

Shyly, Seema stammered in reply. "Y Y Yes Sir, er Ron."

"Well, I'm afraid I don't have that exact amount. I only have twenties. Will you settle for forty dollars?" Ron asked with a grin. 

Seema's mouth fell open in disbelief. "Oh yes, Ron. That will be wonderful. I can get some change from the bar if you'll wait just a few minutes."

"That won't be necessary, honey. Keep the extra as a tip for doing such an excellent job. If it is possible, I'd sure like to see you the next time I come in here. I have a business that brings me to Mumbai about once every two weeks or so." Ron smiled broadly at Seema as he handed her two twenty-dollar bills.

Oh Ron, that would be wonderful. I will look forward to seeing you again. If you would like, I can stay with you at your table for a while longer. Will that be alright?"

"Seema, that would be wonderful. How can I not enjoy the company of such a beautiful young lady."

When Ron and Seema returned to their table, Jenny and her friend got up and headed toward the couch room. Seema cuddle close to her new friend and put her head on his shoulder. Ron put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. They chatted until the waitress came around. With Seema's permission, Ron ordered her another glass of wine along with his drink. She didn't know if Ron was just being polite, but he seemed very interested in her. He asked about her education and brief work history at the accounting firm. He especially liked the fact that Seema had been sending her mother part of her pay since coming to Mumbai.

Jenny and her friend soon returned from the couch room. Jenny smiled at Seema and sat on her friend's lap and cuddled. After a couple more drinks, the men said they needed to leave. They both kissed the girls sitting with them before leaving. 

"Seema, let's go get freshened up. I don't know about you, but I need a shower. Besides, it's getting late and I need to rest." 

Seema giggled. "A shower will be good. After that couch dance for Ron, I really need a shower."

Jenny and Seema showered in the dancer's dressing room. When they had finished their showers, Jenny suggested they quit for the night. Seema quickly agreed.

They then dressed in standard clothing. They went to the club's office to settled up for the night. The club manager was surprised and pleased with Seema's earnings for her first night. As Jenny had told her, the club manager kept ten percent of the money Seema had earned. "Where are you staying Seema?" The manager asked.

"She'll be staying with me." Jenny offered.

Seema silently nodded her agreement.

"Very well. We'll see you both tomorrow night." The manager then stared at Seema. "Don't you even think of running off. We will find you, and I guarantee you will not like the treatment you get when you return. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am. I understand." Seema knew better than to question the manager.

As the girls left The Wild West, Seema asked Jenny. "Why did you so quickly tell the club manager I would be staying with you?"

"It's simple." Jenny replied. "I have an extra bed, and you would not like staying at the club. Any girl that stays at the club ends up being used as a prostitute whether she likes it or not. I felt you needed a place you could relax and feel safe. Now, come on. It's only a few blocks to my apartment." The girls continued chatting as they walked to Jenny's apartment.

"Thank you, Jenny. I am happy you are my trainer at The Wild West. You have been nice to me. How much will you charge me to stay with you?" Seema asked.

"Oh I don't know. We'll come to an agreement once we see how you do at the club. All right?" Jenny replied.

Once they arrived at Jenny's apartment, it was a tired Seema that showered and soon headed off to bed. She quickly fell asleep and slept soundly until the next morning.

The girls slept late the next day. After eating and before going to The Wild West, Seema practiced her dancing. Jenny had a pole in an area where she practiced in her apartment. Seema was soon dancing smoothly and provocatively. Jenny was impressed with the rapid progress her young trainee was making.

Seema then took a hot shower and used Jenny's razor to shave her pubic bush and under her arms. As she dressed, she found her panties seemed to be rubbing her in a totally new way. She enjoyed the erotic sensations she was getting from her freshly shaved pussy. 

"This evening you will get your chance to dance on stage. I hope you do well. Mr. Tamraj will probably be watching. I think he will be pleased. If he is, you will have a much easier time working at The Wild West, and you can make a lot of money."

The girls relaxed until later that evening when it was time to go to The Wild West. 

Seema picked out her own costume for the evening from the club's dressing room. She selected a pale green lingerie set. The bikini type bra and panties left little to the imagination. The set came with a matching nearly floor length robe that was made of only slightly heavier material than the rest of the outfit. 

When Seema followed Jenny out onto the club's main floor she found the lighting made her gown glow like a pale green ghost. She seemed to have become a beautiful apparition floating across the floor. Almost every man in the place turned to look at her as she followed Jenny to the side of the stage. 

Seema was getting nervous again. She knew her turn on the stage was coming soon. As she waited her turn, the nervous girl sipped a glass of wine. She had found that a little wine helped calm her nerves. Finally, Jenny leaned over and whispered in Seema's ear. "It's your turn on stage. Just do your best. You're a lovely young girl and the men will love you."

With her legs shaking, Seema climbed the steps to the stage. As the music began, she handed Jenny her robe and began her dance. She strutted and swayed around the elevated platform. Even though she was frightened and shaking like a leaf in a gale, She didn't let anyone know. Seema appeared confident to the men around the stage. Those closest to the stage, could see her hands shaking as she removed her top and tossed it to Jenny between her two-song set. 

Jenny had been right. The men around the stage seemed to love her. Seema's young fresh good looks and her obvious nervousness had them hooting and hollering in appreciation of her efforts. Many of them threw money onto the stage floor. Several men approached the edge of the stage with money in their hands and beckoned Seema to come to them. 

Swallowing her nerves, Seema approached the men one at a time and bent over. Thus, she allowed them to touch her. With broad smiles on their faces, the men stuffed money into her thin panties. As they did so, they were allowed to pat her ass or tits.

It was a grateful Seema that heard the end of her second dance song meaning her first time on stage was complete. She smiled at her appreciative audience as she gathered the money they had thrown onto the stage for her. 

When she returned to the table next to the stage, she sat with the other girls waiting their turn to dance. Seema found she had made almost twenty dollars. That was just a little less than Jenny had made the previous evening. 

Jenny smiled at her. "See baby, you can do very well dancing here. Just don't piss off Tamraj." 

"Speaking of Mr. Tamraj, here he comes." One of the other girls said to alert her tablemates.

Tamraj had been watching Seema's first attempt at dancing on stage. With a broad smile for the benefit of his customers, he approached the girls. 

"You did a good job, Seema. Keep it up and I won't have to do any advertising in your home town."

The other girls all lowered their eyes. They too had all been forced to pose for nude, or nearly nude, photographs when they had first started dancing at The Wild West. They too had been threatened as Seema had been by Mr. Tamraj. They understood the implied threat was not only meant for Seema but them as well. 

"Yes, Sir." Seema replied.

Mr. Tamraj then turned and left the main floor. As he disappeared into the back of the club, Seema's smile returned. Even Mr. Tamraj couldn't dampen her excitement at making so much money in such a short time. She realized she could not only continue to send money to her family but probably increase the amount she sent. 

Over the course of the evening, Seema's dancing became smoother and more exciting to the men surrounding the stage. Her self-confidence grew rapidly as well. In addition to her stage dancing, Seema convinced several men to allow her to entertain them in the couch room.

Seema was an exhausted but very pleased girl as she walked with Jenny to the older girl's apartment late that night. 

As they slowly walked, Jenny spoke to her trainee. "Seema, you're a natural. Your dancing is excellent for your first night on stage, and you have a fresh and inviting way of getting men to take you to the couch room. You will do well at The Wild West. I don't' think there is much more I can teach you. From now on, I will be nearby, but you will be on your own." 

Over the next days and weeks, Seema grew more and more confident in her ability to entertain the men that came into The Wild West. As her skills as a dancer improved, she developed her own group of men that came into the club just to see her. Those men paid her well for her time and intimate couch room attentions. 

Seema was soon rivaling Jenny in the number of followers she had and the income she made. She was able to not only continue to send money to her family, but she had increased the amount she sent. Even though she paid Jenny to stay with her and sent money to her mother, Seema quickly built up a good amount of savings. 

In spite of a good-natured rivalry at The Wild West between Seema and Jenny, the two girls became close friends. Seema continued to share Jenny's apartment, and Jenny became Seema's trusted mentor.

One man in particular came to The Wild West just to see Seema. Over the next several months Ron tried to get to The Wild West to see her at least once every couple of weeks, if not more. 

Ron was eventually able to convince Seema to go out to dinner with him a couple of times before she was scheduled to go into work at the club. Even though he treated her with respect, she noticed he seemed to asked a lot of personal questions about her. He wanted to know about her family, her education, and her past employment. Since she felt she had nothing to hide, she freely answered his questions. 

Then one night, Seema walked out of the dressing room onto the main floor of The Wild West. She was wearing her favorite flowing lime green negligee. She had worn it before and knew it nicely accented her golden skin. 

Ron met her just as she exited the dressing room and said. "You look absolutely delicious in that outfit. He gently pulled her off to the side. He was dressed in a business suit and tie and carried a briefcase. "Seema, is there somewhere we can speak quietly?" Ron asked. 

The question surprised Seema. She usually sat with Ron at a table then went to couch room for a private dance or two. But if Ron wanted to talk with her privately, she would do so. 

"Yes! There is usually an empty office or two this time of day. Is something wrong, Ron?" Seema was somewhat concerned. Ron had never worn a suit to the club and had never needed to have it quiet while they talked. She also wondered why he was carrying a briefcase. 

"No! There's nothing at all wrong. I would just like to asked you something, and I want you to hear what I have to say, and I want to clearly hear your response."

Seema led Ron into an empty office. He closed the door behind them. With the door closed Seema threw her arms around Ron's neck and pressed her sensuous body tightly to his. She was startled and disappointed when he pushed her away. He asked her to take a seat. She sat quietly as Ron placed his brief case on the desk and took a seat across from her. 

He began to speak. "Seema, I have an offer for you. My full name is Ronald Stanton. I am the owner of a large company that sells security and defense software to my government and those governments friendly to the United States. I negotiate billion dollar deals with heads of state on an almost weekly basis. Now, I find myself very nervous dealing with you."

"You know you don't need to be nervous with me." Seema interrupted. 

"Please don't say anything until I have finished. This is hard enough already." Ron then continued. "I have checked your educational background and work history. Your supervisors at the accounting firm gave you a very good recommendation. You have the requirements to fill an open position I have. This is the hard part for me. More important than your background and history, I want you close to me. I am based in Chicago in the United States, but my company has me traveling all over the world. In all my travels, I have never met anyone quite like you. I know I am twice your age, but I find myself wanting to be with you more and more. You make me feel like a teenager again."