I,Sharmi, Diamond Ep24

 24. Me

For those who hear about this from the outside, it seems exciting. It seems fun. Even I felt that way during my first assignment. It starts with red, Iranian red, dusky, short, tall, average, very beautiful, big, small, very big, among women aged between eighteen and twenty-five, with music, dance, beer, vodka, and whiskey in the middle of the night. As the intoxication increases, the frenzy begins. Imagine ten women and only three men. As the many faces of intoxication—dope, marijuana, cocaine—spread and enter, their level of lust also changes. At the same time, three women start climbing on one man and destroying him. Without time to prepare between the first round and the next, what can I say? Not just the liquor, but the women also go wild. Those who say, "Wow, it's fun," should get caught by one woman for just one day; then they'll understand. Each woman is a different beast. Although it's not new to a gigolo, I'm new to group sex. That day was my third assignment.

In the heat of lust that was rising and drying out the crowd, Sharmi sat alone with a vodka glass in her hand, wearing a single-piece swimsuit, not participating in anything. I was exhausted for the third time that night. Two more women were lying naked on me, rubbing and rolling their breasts on me. Despite the intoxication of the liquor, I was worn out, feeling nothing. My body was lightly burning here and there with nail scratches.

In the early morning, when almost everyone was unconscious, I woke up to the stench of scattered liquor bottles, snacks, Vaseline tubes, and used condoms in the room. Sharmi was rummaging through the jewellery and handbags of the women there. As soon as I asked in a faint voice, "Hello... what are you doing?" she jumped on me, covered me, sucked my lips tightly, put her face close to mine, and said, "Look... be quiet... I'll give you a share in this." "Won't your theft ruin our reputation?" "Yeah, look at you, some ISO company. If you listen to me, it's profit for you and profit for me... how long will you keep wandering around like this?" To satisfy them, you'll have to take drugs in a few more assignments, otherwise, it won't be possible. In two years, you'll be a sucked-out seed. Men are not like women. Just close your eyes and lie down. If you can, go and get that fat... who's spreading herself out," she said, and then, she quickly sent all the money and jewelry to Vairam, the person in charge at the door, and lay down. As Sharmi said, that... woman got up and started spreading herself on me without opening her eyes. I slowly started to stand up.

Sharmi is very honest. She doesn't steal everyone's belongings or money at the same time. She only picks one expensive item from someone, usually a piece of jewelry. They search for a while and leave in the morning after having a shot. Mostly, no one likes to see the nakedness after the hangover the next day. They can't worry much about the lost jewelry because it's usually a single gold anklet or an earring. They decide it must have fallen somewhere and leave, giving Vairam five hundred or a thousand rupees separately, telling him to let them know if he finds it while sweeping. If I see that, Vairam smiles at me slightly. Sharmi doesn't show anything at all. A crafty woman. Sometimes, she even searches with them when one of her items is missing.

Everyone panicked about their missing belongings, but no one talked about going to the police. Sharmi got my number when she left. She called when she came into the city and asked me to come to a hotel in Besant Nagar the next evening. I slept all the next day because of the previous night's activities.

She was wearing red trousers and a very small top, with large sunglasses to hide her face. I felt the excitement I get from women in clothes, which naked female bodies don't give me. I felt like everyone in the coffee shop was looking at us. When I thought about how they would strip us in their minds, I laughed. She took a cover from her bag and placed it on the table.

"Total one and a half lakhs. After giving Vairam ten per cent, you get 30 percent, and I get 70 percent. Your share," she said, pushing the cover towards me. I took it without even opening it. "Count it?" she asked. I shook my head no. She looked at me with surprised eyes. "Aren't you going to cheat me?" "Don't trust everyone like that, bro." "What, bro?" "Don't take it as it is," she laughed. "My dad always used to say that trust is everything. He kept that as the tagline for his company. That same trust hung him and made me wander like this. So... I don't trust anyone," she said, without even a tear or a slight veil in her eyes. She told her life without any reaction on her face.

I've heard about the template reasons most women in our profession give. No matter what reason they give, most of them continue to like this because the quick money they get here is not available anywhere else

"Once, at a resort, a professional friend of mine was standing with her feet in the early morning sea waves. When I asked, 'Is the customer wasted?' she replied, 'My younger sister is attending to him.' I didn't show any surprise and just kept looking at the sea.

'I built a house in Nellore and had a housewarming ceremony. She kept nagging me, asking what kind of work I do. I told her. She asked if it was wrong. It is wrong. With my education, I couldn't have paid off all our family debts, built a house, and collected a hundred sovereigns of jewelry without doing something wrong.'

'Then I said I wanted to earn too, and not regret it later.' She wasn't in a position to say no. Instead of getting beaten and kicked like us, without knowing the trade, I brought her along, teaching her the ropes so she could get by. This is her fourth customer. The terms are that she has to give me a cut from her rate. How long can I just be a worker?' she laughed.

'Those who asked me to sleep with them for nothing when I had no money now look up at me in awe. Even though there are rumors about me in the village, I now own my own house. I've spent thirty lakhs on marble flooring. I know what to do if someone with money tries to cause trouble. But as far as the village is concerned, I'm a virtuous woman. That's what will save us. I love someone. A rich guy said he'd marry me. I said no. I told him to give me a child when I ask, that's enough. You marry someone and settle down, and let me settle too. He'll always curse me, saying I'm a whore. Besides, I don't know if I can be submissive to one person. I'm used to being free in everything.'

'Take care of your body. A woman who knows how to ask is never satisfied. And men aren't raised to admit they can't give. Their situation is very difficult. All they need is to lie down with their legs spread and a few moans and screams. If a woman feels pain, she feels a sense of accomplishment. Women learn to deceive men by letting them think they've accomplished something, saying everything is because of them. And men get used to being deceived,' she was saying when I heard a voice behind me, 'Akka.' I turned around. At the resort entrance, half-opening the door, a woman with a towel-wrapped body calling me, showing just a little bit of herself, was her little Xerox copy. She looked about twenty.

'He wants to see Akka and younger sister together. Hehe. Look at the desires of these men. Last week, he saw a mother and daughter together. Even though it feels weird, why should I miss out on ten thousand extra? I'm leaving,' she said and walked away.

Having seen and become accustomed to people like her, and because of my own profession, I don't have much interest in these stories. Because I've become used to seeing life realistically, even though I don't feel pity or interest in Sharmi's story, I liked her."