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Copyright 1998,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar

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                          THE HARLOT LETTERS

    Nov 20

    Dear Dipti,

    Every year, it's the same thing - it never fails ... your birthday
    comes around, as all birthdays do, and, invariably, I find myself
    thinking of you, and of me, and of the way we were.

    Has it already been so long? It seems like yesterday that we were
    together here in Bombay. How wonderful those times were! Remember
    the  long Sundays in your flat, fucking feverishly as though we
    couldn't  have enough of each other? And the business trips we
    took for matters  out of town exploring each other's flesh without
    tiring in a  succession of deluxe hotels around the country?

    I'll never forget those times. Wonderful, they were, and I loved
    you  with a passion, and fucked you without respite. I know you
    wanted it,  too, and loved me as much in return - that's what made
    those times so  special. I think of them, and of you, still, and
    the memory stirs the  old hunger.

    Do you feel the same way? I wonder. You seldom write, but then you
    always said that between true friends, constant contact was
    unnecessary. Perhaps you were right. The last time you visited, a
    year  ago, we seemed to pick up from where we left off, spending
    time  together, eating out, dancing, going to movies and plays
    but, most of  all, in bed, fucking, doing what we did best

    Fucking. You always liked the word. It turned you on. Does Ramesh
    use  it when he fucks you? There are so many things I feel a need
    to know  about your marriage - how suddenly it happened! - yet,
    somehow, we  never seem to get around to talking about these
    things when we meet.  Actually, that doesn't surprise me in the
    least. I see you and all I  want to do is plunge into your flesh,
    feel your hot, tight, wet cunt  choking my throbbing cock, seeing
    you arch and gasp as I drive my  flesh into yours. It's always
    been like this, hasn't it?

    So much has changed with your marriage. Suddenly, you're no longer
    here, I don't get to see you every day, we can no longer spend
    long  hot afternoons and endless nights fucking like we used to,
    on and on,  insatiable in our hunger. How I long for those times
    when we'd stumble  into your flat and you were as hot and hungry
    as I. Without pausing  for breath you'd be at me, tearing off my
    clothes frantically, going  down on your knees and sucking my cock
    hungrily, begging me to cream  in your face. I often did so and
    you loved it, did you not, having my  thick, hot jizz splash into
    your mouth so that you could swallow it  and take more on your
    breasts and face? That initial fuck was always a  burst of fire,
    when I thrust my throbbing cock into your cunt without  a pause
    and fucked you feverishly, not able to get enough, pushing  myself
    deeper and deeper into your convulsing slit till neither of us
    could hold back and we came together in an explosion of joy and

    What is it about you that draws me like a moth to a flame? You are
    the  sum of your many parts, and I love them all equally and the
    total most  of all, and very dearly. Yes, I love your eyes and
    their colour, and  the way they dance especially when you've lined
    them with *kajal*; I  love the sheen and sweep and bounce of your
    hair; I love your smile  and your lips and your teeth, and the
    little scar above your left  eyebrow and the little beauty spots
    on your face, particularly the one  high near the left ear. I love
    your face and your laughter, and from  the little I have felt of
    them, I love the shape and weight and feel  of your breasts, the
    sharp stubs of your nipples. And yes, above all,  there is inner
    warmth and wetness and welcoming tension of your flesh,  when you
    take my cock in your mouth and suck it hungrily, working my  thick
    cock-head with your tongue, or when I slide my big penis into
    your hot, tight cunt and feel you gasp in pleasure as it surges
    inward; or when, frequently, I run it into your anus and your face
    twists and the breath goes out of your body in an explosion of

    But that is of your body. Your character I love no less. I often
    told  you that, in this one way, I detected a feminine streak in
    my being. I  could not have fucked you for as long or as well,
    desired you as I do  but for my love for you as a person rather
    than mere lust for your  frame. This is true of each of my women.
    Certainly I have fucked more  women in my few years than most men
    do in a lifetime, and I fucked  them hard and well and enjoyed it.
    But none of them were complete  strangers. If I do not know a
    woman, I cannot fuck her. It is the  woman I fuck, as much as her
    body. There are men who do not care to  know their women, who
    cannot remember their faces, or what they did in  bed, and it does
    not matter whose mouth or cunt or anus engulfed their  cocks. But
    I am not like this. Unless I am familiar with a woman's
    character, unless I know what she is like as a person, and unless
    I  like that person, I cannot and will not fuck her. There are
    many  beautiful and sexy women I have refused to fuck, for
    precisely this  reason; equally, there are many ordinary women of
    whom I am  passionately fond and whom I fuck frequently, for this
    very reason.

    You, too, are one of these. I will not pretend that you are the
    only  one I have loved and fucked and you, understanding, never
    expected to  be the only woman in my life. Even then you were not,
    and are not now.  That is how I want it to be. I am capable of
    loving deeply and widely,  while most men can do one but not the
    other. This you saw early on,  and accepted without rancour. Had
    you resisted, I would have abandoned  our relationship
    immediately. But you chose to stay without pressing a  demand, and
    I grew to love you; in time, you became one of the handful  whom I
    loved, fucked and cared for. Who are the others? You know as  well
    as I: Sunnu; Falu; Sonu; Maya; Audrey; Neha; Harsha; Anuja;
    Madhavi; Hansa; Chitti. For years, there have been no others.

    I loved you first and fucked you later, because I loved you. I
    loved  your gentleness and tenderness, your ability to empathize
    and  understand another's need and pain and desire, your
    willingness to  surrender yourself to it unquestioningly and
    without reserve. At the  same time, you were never less than
    completely honest. You told me  things about myself that I would
    not have taken from anyone else.

    We shared a bond, you and I, that went beyond the merely physical
    or  sexual. We confessed our fantasies and desires, and then
    helped each  other fulfil them. You told me that you enjoy hard,
    demanding sex with  strangers; that you like being fucked by men
    who are socially inferior  - drivers, cleaners, servants,
    labourers; that you loved the way they  took you for themselves,
    fucking you again and again till they were  sated. I replied that
    I liked watching men and women in situations  like this, and we
    lived out these dreams and desires. I remember those  warm summer
    nights when I watched and took photographs and shot videos  of you
    fucking the servant, the driver, the peons, a muscular,
    hard-bodied labourer from a road-gang, taking two and three men
    together at once. It was erotic and sex in itself. How the photos
    and  videos turned us on when we watched them later! Do you
    remember the  wonderful, steamy sex we enjoyed before the TV set,
    my cock hammering  into her cunt from behind while, on the screen,
    you thrashed and  moaned in the arms of another man?

    Of course, what you wanted to do was to whore, and this was
    something  I could help you realise. You were happiest at Hedon &
    Venery,  whoring, doing live shows, doing video and still-film
    shoots. There  was a radiance on your face each day that filled me
    with joy as I  watched you moaning and thrashing and writhing
    eagerly with a  succession of hard-bodied men who pushed their
    thick, long cocks in  and out of your cunt and mouth and ass.

    Masturbation was always one of your favourite turn-ons, was it
    not? It  is an indication of what you need, what an essential part
    of you  craves. You loved masturbating and, better still, being
    watched at it.  You were always inventive about it. Do you still
    have that  mind-boggling variety of dildoes and vibrators that I
    gave you? Do you  still use them? And what of an audience? You
    always said that without  men watching, masturbation was only half
    as much fun!

    Fortunately, that is our deepest bond, our free-wheeling, spirited
    approach to sexual pleasure. For both of us, sex is no furtive
    rustle  of midnight sheets. It is an immensely gratifying,
    exhilarating  experience, one that is essential to the human
    condition, something  that everyone should enjoy fully and without
    qualms or fear of  reproach. Contrary to what I feel personally,
    you have always enjoyed  casual sex. The emotional entanglement
    that I seek with my sexual  partners and which may be of widely
    divergent kinds you can abjure  totally. You do not need even
    companionship. The presence of an  attractive, desirable male
    willing to arouse your flesh is sufficient,  and you have never
    hesitated to give expression to this need.

    I know that even when you are masturbating, you are fantasizing
    about  some stranger. You play with your nipples, squeeze your
    breasts  together, pluck your nipples, slide a finger up and down
    your  cunt-lips, stick it up into your cunt and arousing your
    clitoris till  you ooze and orgasm and the heat flushes you from
    head to toe, your  pulse racing, your breath short. You love it,
    you need it, and you do  it. Often, you use a dildo or a vibrator
    or even more than one so as  to do your cunt and ass together. So
    much the better.

    Then, the real thing. Your lover is a fine looking man, handsome,
    reasonably well built with a strong, muscular body, lean and
    tough.  His shoulders are broad, his neck muscular, his arms and
    legs thick  and bulging, his chest deep and cleaved, his belly
    hard and flat, his  torso V-shaped, hairless. You find him very,
    very sexy. You must fuck  with him.

    Picture this. You are with this man, alone, in a lovely hotel or
    house  in beautiful countryside. The air is clear and sharp and
    cold, and the  light is warm and gentle. He is wearing a flannel
    lumberjack shirt,  the sleeves rolled up showing muscular
    forearms, and the buttons of  his shirt are open low enough for
    you to see his sexy torso. He is  clean shaven, square jawed, good
    teeth, smiling, laughing,  intelligent, gentle and kind. You want
    him. He wants you.

    You go in, and there is no need for speech. He draws you to him
    and  already you are excited, your pulse is quickening, you feel
    flushed,  your breasts are swelling turgid, your nipples are
    getting stiff and  hard. He draws you closer and bends his head to
    yours and you feel his  lips on yours.

    You let yourself go. You let him kiss you, slide his tongue into
    your  mouth, explore. You respond in kind. You feel the strength
    of his body  and the wonderful pulsing bulge between his legs
    against your body.  Eroticism is a dual state of being, and when
    you feel him cup your  breasts and fondle them gently, you will no
    longer be the person  reading this. You respond, caressing his
    face and head, unbuttoning  his shirt, caressing his torso. As he
    begins to undress you, you hear  a voice not your own gasp softly
    when his hands slide up your body and  cup your breasts, free them
    from the bra, toy with your nipples,  squeeze and fondle your
    breasts, and then, not for the first time, a  man's hands and
    fingers venture into the pleasure field between your  legs.

    You deny him nothing. You let him kiss you, lick and suck and
    nibble  on your nipples - feel the sharp fires erupt from them. As
    his lips go  lower, you open your legs, don't freeze. Your cunt
    will be wet,  smelling heady and sexy. When he puts his face
    between your thighs and  his breath sears into your cunt you arch
    and moan in joy. His tongue  and his finger follow and you find
    yourself caressing your own  breasts, your head jerked to one
    side, your mouth open, eyes hooded,  panting and moaning
    erotically. Then your hands are on his head moving  it round and
    round, your hips grinding and writhing without control  beneath
    his head, his tongue wet and thick and electric in your cunt,
    like the first one ever, the handsome servant who fucked you when
    you  were fifteen and panting, and your clitoris will be on fire,
    your cunt  sodden.

    You love sucking cock. His is a lovely thing, long and thick and
    dark,  the balls heavy and low. You hold his penis in your fingers
    - as  always, you find the first touch of it electrifying, and you
    cannot  resist wanting to take it into your mouth. You jerk it
    gently, and if  he is not circumcised, draw his foreskin back. You
    kiss it, caress it,  stroke it, jerk it, lick and gently teeth the
    shaft, smell the heady  odour of his loins. You caress your face
    with it, your breasts, take  it between your breasts and squeeze
    them over it. His reaction excites  you further and now there will
    be no holding back. You swirl your  tongue around his cock-head
    and over his balls and up and down his  shaft. Then you bend your
    head over his lap and feel the heat and  hardness of him in your
    mouth, the delicious stickiness of his pre-cum  gunk on your
    tongue and lips, taste the erotic muskiness of him in  your mouth
    and on your lips and under your tongue. Your cunt is on  fire, and
    you want to devour him. He moans and gasps and your head  moves up
    and down, your hand pumping his cock, your lips getting  sticky
    and wonderfully slimy with his juices. He comes in your mouth  and
    you swallow his seed, relishing the tangy taste of it, jerking his
    cock to spatter your face and breasts and body.

    Now you let him fuck you. He is adept at lovemaking and he fucks
    you  slowly and deeply at first, in the position of his choice.
    When he  enters you, you gasp at the sudden, tremendous heat and
    size of his  penis slipping between your cunt-lips and scraping at
    your clitoris,  stretching your cunt-lips wide open. Your cunt
    spasms and cramps and  you arch, moaning, the joy exquisite and
    intense, one that you never  want to end. Relaxing, you enjoy the
    ecstasy of his cock sizzling into  your steaming, sodden cunt,
    squeezing in, arousing your clitoris to  heights you never dreamt
    of. You caress his chest and shoulders and  back, drag his head
    down to yours in a kiss, his tongue thrusts into  your hungry
    mouth, your back bows and arches, your mouth opens as you  moan in
    lust when his hard, hot penis glides deep into your dripping
    cunt, fills you to the brim with his heat, stroking and rolling,
    his  buttocks clenching and unclenching as he pumps away. To and
    fro, back  and forth, in and out, his cock moves and swings and
    swirls and grinds  in your body.

    You want it never to end, it is so magnificent, so utterly
    beautiful.  Your legs have spread wide, risen high to wind behind
    him and you moan  and cry out and your head flips from side to
    side and you kiss and  caress him, your mind spinning with the
    wonder of it all. Your back is  bowing, arching, falling, your
    body is jerking and snapping, your  breath rattling in incessant
    moans from your throat, your breasts feel  heavy and turgid, the
    nipples nut-hard and they jiggle and jog as he  thrusts in harder
    and deeper and faster, his cock pulsating and  throbbing hot and
    hard inside you, your cunt spasming and cramping  powerfully on
    his penis which pistons and strokes and spirals and  jerks up and
    down over your hips which, in turn, are pumping and  heaving up to
    his, sucking his cock deep into your lovely body. You  soar up,
    flying high, and you have entered a never-never world of lust  and
    heat. Your body is hot and flushed and your hands are on your
    swollen breasts, fondling and squeezing them ecstatically and you
    moan  his name over and over again in obscene litany as he takes
    you  masterfully. He fucks you and fucks you and fucks you till at
    last you  come, stars exploding in your head, your body shaking
    and shuddering  and arching and bowing stiff, trembling with the
    sweet, ecstatic  release.

    But he won't lose his own control and sate you with his seed just
    yet,  for he's a master at turning women into sluts in his bed.
    And you are  a slut, one big cunt from head to toe. Your breasts
    are swollen, the  nipples hurt and your cunt aches, but his cock
    is still rock-hard and  he hasn't done with you yet and you want
    him again and again. He wants  to fuck you for a long, long time
    still and you cannot refuse him.

    As he moves out of you, you gasp at the relief. You're still
    panting,  and now you are slightly sweaty with the exertion and
    heat of the sex.  You smell musky and erotic and he loves to have
    you like this, to turn  you to this state. He wants you from
    behind and you know what to do.  You turn on your front and offer
    yourself to him with him kneeling  behind you. This is a wonderful
    position. Your legs are spread and you  feel his penis at your
    cunt-lips again, sliding hot and thick between  the creamy lobes
    of your buttocks. He gasps as he squeezes his cock  into you yet
    again. Deeper and deeper he goes, till he is embedded to  the hilt
    inside you. You tremble and moan, shuddering and then your  body
    takes over control and your hips begin to shake and shudder, jerk
    back and forth, back and forth, to and fro, sliding up his cock
    length, then grinding down again. Your pretty face arches up and
    you  moan, eyes closed, mouth open in a wide 'O' of pure, animal
    lust heat.  He holds your hips and begins to fuck you slowly,
    thrusting his hips  to and fro, to and fro, to and fro, his cock
    glorious, thick-veined,  rigid, burning and throbbing inside you.
    He leans over, squeezes and  fondles your swinging, pendulous,
    heavily swollen breasts, his hips  slapping against your buttocks,
    his balls slapping at your buttocks,  his cock rasping and
    squelching in and out, in and out without  respite. You turn your
    face over your shoulder, whimpering in lust  and, leaning over, he
    kisses you deeply.

    Your body jerks and rocks on all fours, his hips are pumping
    faster  and faster and his cock seems even bigger inside you,
    throbbing and  pushing and probing and pistoning, stroking
    furiously now, driving you  towards another orgasm. He is
    magnificent and you feel like a whore,  his cock reaming deep into
    you, pistoning, pounding, your cunt blazing  as you come again,
    and this time it is sharper, sweeter, and better  than the first.

    But he is still not done with you. Again he slides out of you and
    turns on his back. You are groggy and shaken, but you cannot deny
    him,  you cannot resist. You move over him and, whimpering with
    lust, bend  your head over his lap and begin sucking his cock. It
    smells musky and  erotic with your comingled juices and arouses
    you beyond measure.  Moaning, you lick his hard, flat belly,
    nuzzle his heavy balls, rub  your breasts over his rampant penis
    and then take his cock in your  mouth again. The man groans and
    fucks your mouth slowly, moving your  head up and down over his
    lap with one hand. When he pulls at you, you  move up and,
    kneeling astride him, reach for his cock and stuff it  into your
    sodden slit so that your cunt is impaled by his tool. His  hands
    are on your lovely buttocks, his finger is at your asshole. He
    moves your hips over his cock, round and round, up and down, and
    you  arch, tossing your head back, sweat trickling between your
    gorged  breasts, strands of hair clinging damp to the nape of your
    neck. You  fondle your breasts ecstatically and hiss in pleasure.
    Then you lean  forward onto your arms, and begin bucking and
    jerking up and down,  sliding your cunt up and down the shaft of
    his cock, going on and on  and on. Your face is a vision of lust,
    your gold and pearl pendant  chain tosses on your chest, your
    breasts jiggle and he fondles them,  draws you down and sucks on
    them, teeths your nipples one by one,  flicks them with his
    tongue, then squeezes both luscious mounds  together and takes
    them into his mouth. You cry out as the fire  crackles through

    Now his finger is at your anus and slowly he caresses you there,
    inveigles it into your rear channel. This makes you cry out aloud
    and  bend over and kiss him, your breasts scraping on his hard,
    sweat tacky  chest. He is bucking under you, tossing you on his
    lap, making you  moan and gasp and cry out, and you begin to
    orgasm again and again and  again.

    As you shudder through your orgasms moaning like a slut, he arches
    deep under you and stiffens and quivers in your cunt. And then,
    and  then, the true wonder of it makes you gasp with shock and awe
    when you  feel the hard, hot, sticky spurt of his jizz spuming
    into your  dripping cunt, gobs and dribbles of it crawling over
    your thighs,  flooding your cunt dam.

    When it is done, you get off him, but you are overwhelmed and you
    cannot resist him. You take his sticky cock in your mouth again
    and  begin to suck off his gunk, giddy with the odour of comingled
    coital  juices of his gonads. You cup his balls, rub them, suck
    him deeply,  sensually, caressing your face with it, jerking him.

    He is a man all right for he comes erect shortly and now you want
    only  to taste his seed in your mouth, to swallow his cum, and he
    lets you  suck him off till he comes again, deep in your throat.

    Think of me then; for it will have been me, and with both know it
    and  we have both wanted and done just this. Me fucking you ... my
    cock in  your cunt, in your mouth, between your breasts ... your
    lips and  tongue on my penis ... my tongue in your cunt, on your
    breasts ...  your body mine, you are mine; and then another man
    takes my place, and  yet another, and your joy is boundless.

    Write and tell me if it is still like this with you. Does Ramesh
    watch  you with other men as I used to? Have you let him explore
    the wondrous  depths and tension of your anus with his cock? How
    often does he fuck  you? Do you watch him fornicate, and do you
    have orgies? If you have  taken any photographs and videos, please
    send me copies.

    This day is special. If possible, spend it in bed with a lover,
    preferrably several. And, as they fuck you slowly and heavily and
    deeply, and as their thick cocks run in and out of her cunt, and
    their  hard, hot bodies bend with yours, as their lips and tongues
    touch your  breasts and cunt and ass, think of one who loved you
    in all your  moods, one who knew your mind and body better than
    anyone else did or  will ... one who still loves you in every way
    a man can love a woman  ... think of me, Dipti ... and have a
    great birthday.

    Lots of love, and much lust.- Jayant


    24 November

    Dear Jayant,

    Thanks for your letter of the 20th. All that you say is true, and
    more. I enjoyed reading it immensely, as did Ramesh. It was a
    great  turn-on and, after we finished, we fucked feverishly.
    You'll be happy  to know that Ramesh shares our attitude to sex.
    He fornicates  incessantly, though he doesn't much like Caucasian
    women. He says he  prefers Hispanic and black women (and, of
    course, Indians!) -  apparently, their cunts are a tighter fit!
    I've never heard such  rubbish, and I've told him so, but he
    insists. Oh well, that's the  male of the species for you.
    Fortunately, where we live, his  preferences don't pose too much
    of a problem because there are enough  Indian women around, and
    some of them are not only very sexy, but are  more than willing to
    have a handsome lover. We have found a good group  of friends and
    often have swap-parties or orgies. The orgies are the  most fun.
    We run the steamiest video we can find, often a home-made  film of
    one of us and, watching it, everyone gets together with  everyone
    else. I have not yet shown my personal videos and photos made  at
    Hedon & Venery to anyone except Ramesh. We plan to do so soon. But
    he adores them and says they are the biggest turn-on ever! He
    especially likes seeing me with the big, black studs - he says he
    has  never seen anything so sexy in his life. He is not in the
    least bit  jealous, thank heaven. Of course, had I detected even a
    hint of it in  him, I'd never have married him or, having married
    him, would have  left him without a second's hesitation. With my
    past and all the  wonderful fucking I've shared with so many men,
    it would be  intolerable to have to live a life without it. I
    cherish my sexual  freedom to abandon it for something as piffling
    as marriage.

    You ask why I married at all, and why Ramesh. Well, the second is
    easier to answer than the first. Ramesh because he was there and
    he  was - is - terrific in bed. We fucked the first night we met,
    when I  was introduced to him at a friend's house. You know I came
    here for a  vacation - basically to enjoy some quality sex at
    Hedon & Venery's  various American establishments. One evening
    when I was free I went to  a party and met Ramesh. We went back to
    his bachelor apartment, a  lovely little studio-loft in the
    Village that he shares with two other  guys. First Ramesh and I
    fucked, and this took several hours. He has a  great cock - not
    nearly as incredible as yours, but then you, darling,  have always
    been the exception rather than the rule. Still, it's more  than
    satisfying, a good nine inches long or more, and correspondingly
    thick. He has a lot of experience and knew how to contain himself
    so  we were able to fuck for a long time. I sucked his cock till
    he  creamed in my face. Then he licked my slit, and we
    sixty-nined. Then  we fucked and he took me from top, then from
    behind, then with me on  top.

    We were still at it when his room-mates returned. The studio has
    no  bedrooms, just one big hall, and there was no way to hide. As
    it  turned out, there was no need to. For a moment, Ramesh
    hesitated and  then I kept moving and he understood and so did
    they. They joined us  and Ramesh moved aside so that they could
    fuck me one by one. When  that was done, I took them in pairs,
    and, finally, as you've so often  watched me to, all three
    together, in my cunt, mouth and asshole. It  was pure heaven, and
    somewhat freakishly, they all came together so  that I had this
    great load of jizz spurting simultaneously into my  slit, up my
    butt and down my throat.

    That did it, I think. Ramesh proposed to me later and, for some
    odd  reason, I said yes. I think I was just tired of the
    restrictions that  living in India places on the public face of my
    sexual freedom. Here,  I do as I please and no one cares. There, I
    had to make sure that my  family didn't know, that if I fucked one
    set of servants, the other,  who worked for my aunt, remained
    oblivious and so on. Also, the need  to keep a distance at work,
    and to separate my work at Hedon & Venery  from the litigation. I
    know I should have asked for your opinion, but  I took it for
    granted you wouldn't mind, that you'd understand. You  always
    have, and for this I'll always be grateful. More than a lover,
    which you were, you were first and foremost my closest friend. I
    did  write, if you recall, and we spoke on the telephone, and I
    cried  because I was leaving so much, but most of all you.

    Anyway, all that's in the past now. I am well settled here, and
    enjoying my marriage and I have my fill of lovers.

    Ramesh does enjoy watching me to do it live - he has taken several
    photographs and videos, and I'm sending you copies with this
    letter.  Tell me what you think. Incidentally, he wants to know
    whether he  could call at Hedon & Venery and sample some of the
    cunt-stock when we  visit next.

    Keep in touch. Lots of love - and I miss you and your body and
    your  cock.



    30 December

    Dear Dipti, Ramesh:

    What a wonderful surprise! The photographs and videos were
    exceptionally fine. I really enjoyed the one of Dipti with that
    huge  black stud with the monster cock and, most of all, the
    sequences where  he fucks Dipti from behind and then in the ass
    before creaming in her  mouth - you've really caught every nuance
    of her lust for it, Ramesh!  And for heavens' sake, don't be
    silly! Both of you have a carte  blanche at Hedon & Venery when
    you visit. No charges, all on the  house! We expect to lay in some
    fine new stock in the next couple of  months. The girls are
    exceptional and the men are among the finest  studs we have yet.
    Perhaps you should expedite your plans for a visit.

    Listen, I have a suggestion. Hedon & Venery has divisions in New
    York  and Philadelphia. We need a Branch Manager for the Manhattan
    section,  someone to supervise the housekeeping and so on. Would
    you like to  take it on, Dipti? The pay is fabulous, as usual, and
    more if you  choose to do shop-floor work, which is entirely up to
    you. They have  live shows each Friday, a monthly skin magazine
    and do one sex-film  every two months. If Ramesh wants to work in
    the photo/film studios,  we'd be only too happy to have him.
    Please let me know as I have to  get things rolling and make
    alternative arrangements if you decline.

    - Jayant


    HEDON & VENERY INC                    In Copulo Omnimodis, Veritas
    Manhattan Section

    Memo Date : December 1  From  : IK, Bureau Chief  To  : JL, CEO


    Dear JL:

    You’ll be happy to know that the new arrangements with Dipti and
    her  husband Ramesh have worked out very well indeed. It has put
    us streets  ahead of the competition which, as you know, in NY is

    Dipti took charge of the housekeeping and customer-relations
    divisions  at the Vandam unit in mid-November. Within 2 weeks, she
    showed  results, and collections and attendance improved
    dramatically. After  consulting our chief of staff, I asked her to
    handle the Manhattan,  Jersey and Pennsylvania sections as well.
    She has returned excellent  results in each and will soon be
    adding Boston to her  responsibilities. We plan to have her take
    over the Atlantic City  operations by early January. She has
    ambitious plans and gets them  executed on time. Already, she has
    earned herself a great deal of  respect and admiration.

    Unlike her predecessors, she is a true leader. If Dipti wants to
    try  something new, she first experiments on herself. Her
    innovative ideas  for shows and client services went down very
    well with both the staff  and the clients, principally since she
    did the first few shows  herself. Also, she serves time regularly
    at the bordello just like any  of the others, so she is very much
    one of them. The earlier structure  which was unnecessarily
    hierarchical has been jettisoned in favour of  a more relaxed and
    informal group-level, staff-participation method  which is far
    more profitable. As a whore, Dipti has high demand, which  she is
    careful to retain by being extremely selective about her
    clientele and very expensive. A recent customer-satisfaction
    survey  puts her at the head of the list. A hard copy is being
    couriered  separately, while the main database and results have
    already been  transmitted through the computer networks.

    Also in transmission are the video and photo results of Dipti at
    work,  which are excellent and very dramatic. I especially
    recommend 'Hard At  Work' the superb video sequence (reproduced in
    this month's  centre-spread as a special feature) of Dipti being
    fucked by a  succession of men in different workplaces. The
    feature of her with the  black security agent is astonishingly
    fine. In keeping with our  international standards, nothing has
    been faked for the camera.

    Ramesh's work, too, has been of exceptionally fine quality.
    Currently,  he is a designated lead stud on several pornographic
    movies and for  still photo shoots. He is a skilled and athletic
    lover with  considerable staying power. We have begun hiring him
    out as a  high-priced gigolo, serving the eastern and central
    regions  (initially; we have had requests from the Bay area, the
    Los Angeles  basin and Portland, Oregon, recently). Ramesh has a
    problem with the  average white female, unless he is sufficiently
    pepped. Incessant  usage of high-potency aphrodisiacs has been
    discontinued, pending  verification by Nirav and you during your
    forthcoming visit. In  consequence, Ramesh has been reserved for
    the Asian/South Asian/Middle  Eastern female segments, where he
    performs well. Customer surveys  indicate a high repeat-request
    factor, which augurs well for his  future.

    For himself, he has indicated a desire to turn to the more
    creative  side of pornography. We permitted him to work on a few
    film shoots and  still sessions. His results were surprisingly
    good. Pending a review  by you when you visit next month, we
    propose to move him from active  field work to the creative
    section. This, of course, needs your  approval and sanction and
    the item has been placed on the agenda which  will be circulated
    by this time tomorrow.

    On the question of fresh stock, I fear that we have not had the
    level  of recruitment, both in quantity and quality that demand
    requires. I  suspect it is the fear of AIDS that is driving away
    potential  recruits. This is a serious problem and one that has
    now begun to  affect existing male recruitment, too. It needs to
    be addressed on a  priority basis. For the time being, we are
    managing with personnel  seconded from the Canadian and West
    European regional offices. Since  they, too, were hard pressed, we
    have had to compensate them. While  this is purely an internal
    arrangement and does not affect overall  group revenue, it has
    serious repercussions on cash-flow and liquidity  problems. We
    urgently require an infusion of fresh material to keep up  with
    demand. This problem is shared by Copenhagen, Stockholm, Dahran,
    Hamburg, Rotterdam, Montreal, San Francisco, Dallas, Chicago, Los
    Angeles, Honolulu and Toronto. Only London, Paris, Geneva and
    Amsterdam seem to have spare manpower. South Asia remains the
    single  largest reservoir of viable new recruitment. Last year, we
    had Sayali,  Sonali and Shirlyn on temporary furloughs. This
    practice should be  repeated. They were very successful and
    certainly eased the pressure.  Please consider this. We can
    discuss it in detail when we meet.

    Please ask Harsha to confirm your travel itinerary. Please also
    indicate any special requests and reservations you may require.
    The  usual arrangements for the private jet and use of the
    company's  resorts have already been made. I have also taken the
    liberty of  short-listing some of our new recruits for your
    pleasure. Should you  require any further assistance, please call.
    I look forward to some  glorious fucking in your company soon!

      International Purveyors of Pornography and Sexual Pleasure
    Corporate Headquarters : Bombay, India Regional Offices worldwide

    Internal Memo :                        From : JL, Chief Executive,
                                                        Hedon & Venery
                                           To : Harsha



    Msg to IK in NY. Give him itinerary for trip to US. IK to alert
    all  offices and reserve all R&R locations. Exclusive time for 4
    days (&  nights) with Dipti for me. Video and still film crew,
    preferrably with  Ramesh on it, to be on stand-by with us. I'm
    taking the following  ladies out of circulation, so pls make the
    bookings: you, Shirlyn,  Nisha, Madhavi, Sayali, Kanan & Meghna.
    IK to book a live-show for  Shirlyn, Sayali, Madhavi and Kanan in
    Atlantic City with some blacks.  Film and still shoots to be
    scheduled during our visit. All local or  international
    engagements to be cancelled. Talk to the plane crew and  decide
    whether the 707 or the Learjet would be more comfortable. I  want
    a stopover in Amsterdam for two nights. For this evening, please
    book me a slot with Sonu, Nimisha and Anuja. I have two guests
    with  me. I also want that last video of Maya fucking the Gujarati
    delivery  boy (Dhiraj?), sent to my residence ASAP.



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