The Delhi Night I’ll Never Forget 😈

I had come to Delhi for some job interviews, but destiny clearly had other plans for me. By evening, I found myself at Kitty Su, sitting alone with a drink, enjoying the music. Out of nowhere, three sharply dressed guys walked over and asked if they could join me. We chatted a bit, then they pulled me onto the dance floor.

Somewhere between the flashing lights and the bass drops, one of them caught a glimpse of the thin pink strap peeking from under my outfit… and I could see their expressions change instantly. They leaned in, teasingly asking why I was in Delhi and if I’d like to join them for a “night out” after the club.

Before I knew it, we were headed to a farmhouse in Chhatarpur. There were drinks, laughter, and a certain electricity in the air. Then one of them casually told me to “show the pink thong” they’d spotted earlier. I froze for a moment… until another tossed something across the room — a silky, tiny babydoll dress. “Go freshen up and wear this,” he said, his tone leaving no room for debate.

I laughed nervously, saying I’d never been with three people before. That’s when a bundle of notes landed in my lap with the words: “Tonight, you’re ours.”

The room seemed to grow warmer, my heart racing as their eyes lingered on me like predators circling prey. One of them slid a glass of something strong into my hand — I couldn’t even remember what it was, only the heat it sent rushing through me.

They made me twirl, their gaze unapologetically tracing every curve, every inch. The baby doll dress felt almost weightless, the thin fabric brushing against my skin in ways that made my pulse thump louder. They played with the tension — pulling me close, then letting go, making me feel like I was being passed from one set of hands to another.

The farmhouse lights were dim, music low, but the air was thick with unspoken commands. They didn’t even have to tell me what to do — every glance, every smirk was enough to guide me. Every little thing they did felt like a game, like they were seeing how far they could push me… and how much I would let them.

By the end of the night, my head was spinning — not from the drinks, but from the way they made me feel. I wasn’t just with them… I was theirs. Completely. The last thing I remember before drifting off was the soft thud of cash landing beside me again, and one of them whispering in my ear: “Now you know exactly who you are.”