The Deflowering of Geeta: Tales of Geeta - Part 1 (teen M/f prostitution
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   Geeta's arm began to tire as she worked her hand up and down her
customer's rock-hard penis, trying hard to give him the release he
desperately craved.  But he'd been drinking before he dropped by the
massage parlor where Geeta worked.  Geeta often wondered why it took longer
for men to cum when they'd been drinking.  She preferred the sober
customers, not only because they were more polite, but also because without
the effects of alcohol in their system, men were so much easier to manage.
Geeta was often able to have the man thoroughly jerked off, showered and
sent on his way in less than 20 minutes.  A fast (but not too fast) turn
around time was what this business was all about, that and of course repeat
customers.  And Geeta had a lot of clients.  She was also seventeen years
old.  She had masturbated literally thousands of men to orgasm (she knew
this for a fact - she kept a detailed diary).  At the busy small-rise
office building in which she worked after school, she would often see a
half-dozen customers before it was time to leave, getting home in for
dinner at 6.  And she'd often work a shift on weekends, sometimes two.  She
tended to see her good customers during the weekdays.  Her work was located
near the airport, and on weekends her customers were usually Americans,
visiting Toronto on business.

   Geeta felt the customer pawing at her breasts - he'd paid extra for her
to be topless.  It was rare for a customer not to have her at least
partially naked.  She often received customers while wearing her high
school uniform - a simple white blouse and kilt.  Her 38C breasts were very
prominent under the blouse, which she wore with the ends tied together
around her waist, leaving her midriff exposed, and causing her breasts to
stand out.  The men thought it was great that she was pretending to be
schoolgirl, and often remarked that she looked young enough to be
believable, most never realizing that the girl stroking their cock was a
student at Our Mother of Divine Mercy Secondary School.  Only a few special
customers knew this about Geeta.

   Perhaps a change of scene would make this customer cum faster.  Geeta
moved from the side to the end of the table so that she was over the man's
head.  Now she had to bend forward to reach his hard cock, and her breasts
fell over the man's face.  Immediately he began to suckle one nipple, then
the other, squeezing her breasts as if he were trying to milk them.

   "That's more like it," thought Geeta.  "I'll be through with this one
soon."

   As she so often did when a man suckled her, she thought back again to
her first time.  She had just turned fourteen, and was at home watching
T.V. with her uncle.  Her mother had been in the kitchen cooking dinner. 
Her father wasn't home yet, and they had visitors - her mother's younger
sister, Lakshmi and the sister's husband, Raj.  Lakshmi was in the kitchen
helping Geeta's mother cook dinner.  Lakshmi and her husband were both
twenty-eight years old.  Raj was an investment banker in downtown Toronto.
He was the star of the family, earning very good money.  He was also a
pervert, as Geeta discovered when she felt his hand curl over her breast.
At first she froze in horror, then tried to push the hand away, but Raj
kept trying to cup her breast.  Geeta leaped up in shock, and ran from the
room.  She avoided her uncle the rest of the evening, and later when he'd
left with Lakshmi, she got her mother alone as soon as she could and told
her all about it.

   "You stupid little tart!" her mother hissed in Hindi, as she rocked her
daughter's face with a stinging slap.  "Are you stupid?  Do you want to
cause a lot of trouble?  You shut up about these things, you don't complain
-I don't want to hear it.  Just stay away from men, missy, and they won't
touch you.  But if you sit next to them in a room alone, what do you
expect? You're fourteen now!  Use your head!"

   Geeta had fled to her room, crying.  Geeta had hated living at home for
some time now - a million rules, oppression, and her parents' unbelievable
fixation with knowing where she was twenty-four hours a day so that they
could keep the boys away from her.  "You don't want to be like those
Canadian girls!" her mother would warn (in their parlance, "Canadian" was
pejorative.  "Canadian" girls were white, painted their faces, smoked, got
bad marks in school, slept around on their husbands and got divorced). 
"Stay away from boys - if you mess around with them, how will we ever find
you a proper husband when it is time to get you one from home?"

   Yes, this was the parental plan for Geeta - she was to live in despair
at home, until it was time for them to find her some lout from India they
didn't even know, whom they would then force her to marry so that she would
have the same misery as an adult that she'd experienced as a child. 
Presumably Geeta was to raise her own children the same way so that the
cycle would continue.  Geeta had been enraged at her mother's hypocrisy,
protecting her daughter from boys at school (whom Geeta could handle
herself no problem), yet leaving her at the mercy of her uncle.  She'd
decided there and then that she would take control of her life.  She would
never again look to anyone for protection.

   And so the next time her uncle came visiting, he found her again on the
couch in the family room downstairs, watching television, and he sat down
next to her.  He'd been worried - after her reaction last time, perhaps
she'd told her parents.  But Raj had heard nothing - there'd been no angry
calls from Geeta's mother, nor had his wife said anything, thank God.  And
so he wanted to sit with Geeta again, not with the plan of doing anything
to her, but in the hope that he could pretend nothing had happened before.

   "Hello Uncle," said Geeta, giving him her beautiful smile that made him
leap inside.  "Can I get you some tea?" He accepted her offer and waited
downstairs while the tea was made.  Lakshmi and Geeta's mother were in the
kitchen, just starting dinner.  Indian food takes a very long time to
prepare from scratch.  "I'm just getting Uncle some tea and a snack," said
Geeta.  She knew her mother would approve - her daughter was finally
growing up, learning to act responsibly by taking care of men without being
told.  Geeta knew that if she was attending to her uncle, her mother would
not expect her to help cook dinner.  It would be a solid ninety minutes
before dinner was ready.

   She brought the tea down to her uncle, setting it on the coffee table.
She turned as if to leave.  "Oh do stay, Geeta!' said her uncle.  She
pretended to hesitate, then sat down next to him, her hands folded primly
in her lap.  He tried to make small talk with her, and she shyly answered,
and as the stilted conversation continued, he moved closer to her on the
couch, and in no time his hand was touching her breast once more.

   "Uncle, you mustn't!" reproved Geeta.  "What if someone should come
downstairs?" But she made no effort to remove the hand that was now cupping
and even kneading her breast.  Although Geeta was very young, she had an
intuitive understanding of men.  If she'd really wanted to keep her uncle
away, she'd have expressed disgust, but she knew that by raising a mere
practical objection to her uncle's advances, she was only encouraging him.
"No one will come down for at least an hour or more," said her uncle, one
hand now firmly cupping her left breast, his other hand stroking her hair.
Geeta let him push her gently back against the couch, all the while softly
protesting.  "You mustn't uncle this isn't right please stop before I get
in trouble . . ."

   "You won't get in trouble sweetie I promise!" whispered her uncle, who
now kissed her gently on the lips.  Geeta placed both hands on his chest,
pushing against him, but making sure that she didn't use enough force to
really fend him off.  She turned to face him slightly as she pushed, so
that her back was no longer against the couch.  With nothing to hold her
up, she found herself being pushed down onto her back, her uncle over her,
their lips together, his hands wandering.  She turned her head to one side.

   "Uncle what are you doing to me?  You have to stop!  I'm barely
fourteen. I've never kissed anyone before!  They might hear us upstairs!"
She kept her voice in a whisper so that her uncle would know there was no
danger of their being overheard.  Her head tipped back, exposing her throat
as Raj tongued her neck, mad with lust for the beautiful young girl beneath
him.  Even through her bra and blouse he could feel the nipple he was
holding becoming rock-hard.  He hadn't planned to do any of this.  It just
happened, and now he couldn't stop himself.  He was relying on Geeta to run
away, but here she was beneath him, trapped by his weight.  She wasn't
going anywhere, and now his lips were on hers again for a long kiss,
interrupted frequently by Geeta's urgent protests, which were whispered and
ineffectual.

   Raj now lay side by side with his niece, his right hand between them
clinging to a very full teenage breast, and now his other hand snaked up
her back, gently stoking her spine, marveling at the strong, firm flesh
beneath his hand.  "Oh Uncle you can't do that you just can't oh stop oh
ohhhhhhhhh," said Geeta as she felt the wandering hand undo the clasp of
her bra while Raj's other hand easily undid the buttons of her school
blouse.  Now for the first time in her short life, her breasts were exposed
to a man, and Geeta was on her back, her uncle kneeling on the floor beside
her, kissing her.

   "Uncle we shouldn't be doing this," said Geeta, her arms now around him,
"It's wrong!" But her voice was still only a whisper, and she was now
talking of something being done by `they', not `he', and her arms were
around him, one hand on the back of his head as he began to lick her
nipples.  She felt herself start to melt inside.  "No, Uncle, no please
don't oh Uncle you mustn't oh Uncle ohhhhh" she moaned as she felt her
breasts being squeezed, the skin tautening and making her nipples stick out
even more as her uncle began to suck on them now.

   Raj did not understand what was happening.  His niece was repeatedly
voicing objections, trying to move away from him, yet not doing what really
needed to be done if she was to stop him.  He figured that she was too
scared about attracting the attention of the adults upstairs.  He had no
idea about who was really in control.  It was therefore with a mixture of
lust and trepidation that he began to move a hand up his niece's kilt.

   "Oh Uncle you mustn't put your hand there," complained Geeta.  "I won't
let you touch my leg!" and she moved her left leg out from under his hand.
This stopped him touching her leg for the moment, but of course it meant
that her legs were now splayed wide.  Geeta now lay beneath him, her kilt
gaping open, and now his hand gently cupped her mound, Geeta gasping with
genuine shock as Raj's fingers began gently to stroke up and down through
her underwear on the lips of her cunt.  "It's dirty for you to touch me
there, Uncle - please don't . . ."

   But now Geeta was having trouble even pretending to resist.  She moaned
softly in her girlish 14-year old voice as the gentle touching continued,
and arched her back up in response to her uncle's renewed suckling at her
nipple, her hand at the back of his head pushing him against her.  Raj
could feel her really responding to him and was wondering just how far this
would go.  He was encouraged to see Geeta's hips now moving up and down
under him, and so he slipped his hand underneath the panties, touching now
the moist virgin vaginal lips of the innocent schoolgirl, his hand easily
sliding up and down, his niece wet, and now be began to touch her clitoris.

   "Uncle oh what are you doing to me down there?  Shouldn't we stop?  Oh
uncle do stop before someone catches us!"

   "No one will catch us," assured Raj.  "Lift your hips, sweetie!" He was
gratified to see his niece comply instantly, and he effortlessly slid her
panties down her legs.  He sat her back up on the couch, kneeling between
her legs, and began to kiss her again, and now she kissed back
passionately, their tongues intertwining, her hands moving over his broad
shoulders, through his hair, down his back.  This time it was he who broke
the embrace, gently moving her back while he moved down, and now his head
was at her thighs.

   Geeta gasped as she felt for the first time a man's tongue on her, like
a hot wet snake exploring her core, teasing her at her entrance.  Now Raj
sucked the girl's clit into his mouth, in and out, in and out, and Geeta
felt herself liquefying at the ecstasy.  She was in a place she'd never
been before.  Her fledging masturbatory efforts had not given her pleasure
anything like this, and of their own volition her hips now moved up and
down, seeking to grind her clit against her uncle's face.  She was not even
aware that her uncle was undressing himself, and was puzzled when he
stopped licking her.

   "Oh uncle you stopped is someone coming?" she whispered.  "No one,
Geeta, there's only you and me," her uncle answered, now kneeling upright
again, looking into her beautiful face.  He moved raised her legs, putting
her feet on either side of her ass on the couch.  She moved her hands down
his body, and realized with surprise that his pants had been lowered.

   "Oh where are your pants?  Why are you naked?" But Geeta knew the answer
as she felt her uncle's hardness nuzzling her entrance.  Instinctively she
reached her hand down, grasping at him.  "Oh uncle it's so big!" exclaimed
Geeta, amazed that she couldn't get her hand around it.  "You can't put
that in me - there's no way it will fit!" (Geeta would learn later that
Indian men are not exactly known for their size, and that Raj was unusual
well endowed for his race).  Again, Geeta raised only a practical objection
to what was being done to her, and this was not enough to stop a young man
with a sprawling, naked beautiful teenager beneath him.  Raj was absolutely
insane with desire for his niece - so young, and surely a virgin, unlike
her sister, the bitch!  Raj had never gotten over discovering on his
wedding night that he was not Lakshmi's first.  Since then he'd always
wanted to make love to a virgin, but had never had the chance - until now.
To him this was wonderful revenge on Lakshmi for disappointing him so
cruelly at the start of their marriage.

   Geeta felt her uncle's hard cock nestle again at her vagina, just barely
moving past her lips.  He moved himself up and down with his hand,
lubricating the tip of his cock with Geeta's juices.  He flicked his penis
rapidly on her clit, Geeta moaning as he did so, and now he started to
penetrate her, Geeta wrapping her long, slim legs around his waist, making
it easier for him and for her.

   She felt her uncle stop at her hymen.  "Oh don't take my virginity uncle
oh please don't I want to save myself for my husband please oh oh oh oh
ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhh OHHHHHHHHHH" moaned Geeta, has she felt her uncle moving
in and out now, more and more rapidly, his large cock stretching her
vaginal lips and stimulating her clitoris.  Now he moved her onto her back
on the couch, he on top of her, his cock again pumping in and out, but
nowhere near all the way.

   "Do you like that, Geeta?" his voice husky.  "Yes uncle I do but it's
wrong it's so good but we have to stop what if I get pregnant?" Raj began
to tongue her ear as the partial fucking continued.  He kissed her deeply,
she responding to him, and then he said, "Geeta, look at me!" She obeyed,
the two of them locking eyes.  She continued to stare into his face as she
felt him now press harder against her barrier, which strongly resisted him.
He pulled back and has he thrust into her once more she pushed back hard
and he burst through!  There was a brief, sharp pain, and now her uncle's
hard organ was free to explore more deeply in Geeta, his shaft invading her
and filling her.  She hadn't imagined a penis would be so thick - she
hadn't dreamed that she'd be stretched like this, or that it would feel so
good.  Now she lay underneath her uncle, giving herself up to him
completely.

   Her uncle rode her and rode her, his control excellent, and he was very
gratified to see the way Geeta was responding to him.  As the fucking
continued, her head began to toss from side to side, her breathing getting
faster and more shallow.  Soon she was panting under him, her lust equal to
his, and he felt her building towards orgasm.

   "Oh uncle it's soooo good what you're doing oh don't stop keep fucking
me fuck me uncle oh goddddddddddddddddd oh godddddddddddddddd!" and now the
most powerful orgasm of her young life washed over Geeta, consuming her
with pleasure as her uncle started to fuck her like a jackhammer, pulling
out almost all the way, then slamming back inside her to the very hilt,
over and over with tremendous speed.  He could feel the young girl's
vaginal walls contracting in ecstasy around his cock, and now he felt
himself too reaching the edge.

   "Uncle, don't finish in me - I'll get pregnant!" warned Geeta, but she
was far, far too late, and now Raj moaned as he began to shoot over and
over again into the fourteen-year old girl, his invading cock reaching her
very depths, firing off repeated blasts of sperm deep inside her.  His
orgasm went on and on, and even after he'd finished, he continued to move
himself in and out of Geeta's sweet cunt, reveling in her.

   Finally his thrusting stopped, and he remained on top of his niece,
their arms intertwined, their bodies slick with sweat, his penis gradually
softening inside her.  He kissed her once more, she eagerly responding, and
then the broke apart, quickly getting dressed.  Geeta ran to the basement
bathroom, feeling wet cum and blood dribbling down her leg as she did so.
She washed up, and then so did her uncle.

   It was not long before dinner was ready, and the two of them went
upstairs, Geeta smiling sweetly at her mother, thinking about the revenge
she'd just gotten against her.  So her mother didn't want to protect her
from her uncle?  Fine.  She'd just fucked him, and would do so again as
often as she'd like.

   She got revenge on her uncle too for violating her innocence.  What he
didn't know is that shortly after the first time he'd touched her, she'd
gone to the family doctor, and gotten a pill prescription.  When her uncle
took her virginity, she knew there was no way she'd get pregnant.  But her
uncle didn't know that, and when she told him two months (and a number of
fucks) later that she was pregnant, he believed her, and paid without
question to her the $5,000 she said she needed for an abortion.  The price
was ridiculous, of course, but he believed her when she said that most of
the money was a bribe so that the clinic would do the abortion without a
parental consent form being signed.

   Once he'd paid money to her the first time, it seemed natural to do so
again, and Raj found himself constantly giving the girl cash, along with
jewelry and electronic gadgets.  He didn't know how this developed, but
they had settled into a routine where Raj would pay Geeta after they'd
fucked.  Soon he was giving her several thousand dollars a month.  At first
he thought he'd only seduced the girl.  Then he thought he'd acquired a
mistress - but he was wrong.  Geeta was a succubus.  After almost a year of
this, the amounts getting larger and larger, he found he was spending so
much on Geeta that it was depleting his finances - there was a danger that
his wife might notice.  And so he arranged to be transferred to New York,
far from Geeta.  He knew that if he stayed in Toronto he'd never be able to
stay away from her.

   Geeta had mixed feelings about seeing him go.  On the one hand, she
despised him for taking her virginity.  On the other hand, she now had her
own bank account, with a balance of just over $30,000.  She had saved most
of the money she'd earned by fucking him.  She wondered how she would
replace the earnings that she'd lost with her uncle's departure.

   A few months after Raj left, Geeta found herself both horny for sex and
also wishing that she could increase her bank balance.  She started
searching the web, finding out how to make money in the sex trade.  She
found a website for a local massage parlor, and in no time arranged for an
interview with the manager.  On the appointed day, before leaving school
Geeta changed out of her uniform into normal clothing, doing her best to
look older.  She was only 15, but she was 5'8" tall and had quite a
presence.  Although she usually wore contact lenses, for the interview she
wore her glasses, making her look a bit more mature.

   The manager, a Chinese woman named Mai, was delighted with her new find.
The girl was exquisite.  Indian girls were very much in demand, but there
weren't many in the trade.  Everyone liked Indian girls.  White guys, black
guys, Orientals - they all would go for Indian woman.  And Indian men loved
them as well.  She knew Geeta would be a real money maker.  Geeta hadn't
fooled her one bit - Mai knew Geeta was underage, but she didn't care about
this at all.  What with 9/11 and then SARS, the whole entertainment
industry had been hurting, and the rub-and-tugs were no exception.  And so
Geeta quickly found herself hired.  Mai made arrangements to get Geeta fake
ID, so that if the police ever raided the place, Geeta would be charged
under her fake name, the police never realizing that they were dealing with
a minor.  Mai explained to her how it worked.  Geeta made money only on
tips.  The customers paid $60 at the door for a 30-minute session, which
was to culminate in a hand job.  If they didn't order "extras", such as
topless, nude, nude reverse or bodyslide, then Geeta earned nothing.  For
topless, the tip was $20, nude was $50, nude reverse was $80 and bodyslide
was $100.  But the customer could tip more, of course.

   And so Geeta had started her new career that very afternoon.  Her first
customer was a middle-aged professional, a balding accountant who
practically drooled when Geeta came into the room, even though she was
wearing normal street clothes.  Geeta talked him into a bodyslide in no
time, and the man came almost instantly when she started to rub her ample
breasts on his cock.  He'd only been in the room 10 minutes.  So Geeta
flipped him onto his back and massaged him for a while.  When she judged
the man had had long enough to recover, she started gently running her hand
along his perineum, a trick Raj had taught her very early in their affair.
Once the customer started moaning and moving his ass up and down, she
turned him over again and went to work on him.  She'd perfected the art of
handjobs with Raj and had no problem making this man cum again in less than
5 minutes, his second orgasm even more fierce than the first.

   The man tipped her $200.  Other times when he'd cum too soon the girl
would treat the session as over, and he'd leave, feeling ripped off.  Geeta
however had been wonderful.  The accountant instantly became addicted to
Geeta, visiting her weekly, and always tipping very well indeed.

   Not all the customers were so generous that day, but by the time Geeta
left for home, she'd given handjobs to four men and was leaving with $500.
Not bad for less than 3 hours of work.  It sure beat flipping burgers.  She
stopped by a bank machine and deposited the cash to her account.  Her
friends would have had to work about 60 hours to get that much, without
even taking taxes into account, but of course Geeta would never pay a
nickel of tax on her earnings.

   She'd lied to her mother about where she was going to be that afternoon,
and explained when she got home that she'd gotten the job at nearby nursing
home and would be working often in the afternoons and sometimes on the
weekends.  Geeta didn't have to worry about her mom figuring out she didn't
work there.  The home was occupied almost entirely by white people. 
Indians don't put their parents in old folks homes, and the chances of her
mother running into someone who had a parent there were virtually nil.

   And so Geeta established a new routine for herself.  Each day she'd
march off to school in her uniform, and when school finished at 3:00, three
days a week she'd head off to the massage parlor, leaving in time to make
it home for 6 pm, usually richer by $400 or $500.  She'd work a 12-hour
shift on a weekend two or three times a month, and usually came away with
at least $1,500, but often more.  Her bank account was growing by about
$10,000 a month (she couldn't resist spending some of the money, and as
well she had to give some to her mother, who had insisted on keeping what
she thought was the lion's share of Geeta's wages from the nursing home).
Her parents never knew that their 15-year old daughter was a whore who made
more money than her parents combined.  Pictures of her beautiful teen body
(with her face not showing, of course) were all over the massage parlor's
website.

   After dinner with her family, Geeta would go to her room and do homework
for three hours straight.  She maintained an average in the mid-nineties,
and her plan was to get a scholarship to university and obtain a law degree
and also her M.B.A.  She thought that if she played her cards right, she
would finish university in about 10 years, with over a million dollars in
the bank.  Not a bad start.

   One of the reasons Geeta did so well is that she was Mai's favourite. 
The other girls never complained nor even noticed, because Mai only
directed the more affluent looking customers Geeta's way, so the other
girls always thought they were getting their share.  Whenever there was a
way Mai could help out Geeta without making the other girls angry, she did
so, the reason being an incident that took place about a month after Geeta
started.

   It was a Saturday afternoon.  Geeta had started her shift at 9:00 am,
and by 4:00, was starting to get tired.  Her arms (particularly the right)
were sore from all the massages and hand jobs, and Geeta was waiting in the
back, hoping that no one would come in for a while so that she could get a
rest.  The day had been fabulous - she'd already made over $2,000 - her
best day yet so far.  She would have liked to leave, but she knew that Mai
needed a minimum number of girls on duty, so there was no way Geeta would
be able to go home until 9:00.  She went to get a Coke from the fridge in
the back, and on her way back to the sitting area, she heard a disturbance
from Mai's office - angry male voices, then shouting, and the unmistakable
sound of a hard slap to someone's face, followed by sobbing.  Geeta quickly
crossed the hall and flung the door open - Mai was in her office chair with
two men, one of the men standing over her with his hand poised to deliver
another slap.  The second man was casually sitting across from Mai.  Mai
saw Geeta first, and shouted at her to get out and close the door.  Geeta
did so instantly, running to another room, hiding there until the men left.
When she heard them leave, she knocked on Mai's door, and entered.

   Mai's head was on her desk and she was sobbing.  Geeta came around to
Mai's side of the desk and gave her a hug.  After a while, the story came
out.  Mai's massage parlour was owned by Mai's worthless older brother. 
He'd come up with the money to open it (it hadn't take much - less than
$50,000) and he'd also signed the lease.  The brother ran his own massage
parlour near the mall closer to downtown, leaving Mai to operate the other
parlour for him.  Mai did all the work, and risked criminal charges if the
place was ever raided.  Mai was responsible also for paying off the local
police.  Her two visitors were cops.  They weren't the ones Mai normally
dealt with - they were from her brother's area of town, and they were
visiting because her stupid brother hadn't paid them.  He was now behind
two weeks and owed $4,000.  They'd shown up two days in a row for their
money, and not been able to find him.  So they'd roughed up a few of the
girls at the brother's place, then come to see Mai to see if they could
collect their money from her.  They said they'd be back at the end of their
shift (9:00 p.m.), and that Mai better have some money for them.  They
suggested she start giving blowjobs herself if that's what it took to come
up with the cash in the next few hours.

   But Mai's brother had been there only an hour before, and had taken all
the cash.  There was no way Mai could come up with the $4,000 in the next
few hours.  She was terrified of getting a beating.  She was a beautiful
woman, and wanted to stay that way.  She was stunned when Geeta reached
into her purse, and handed over $2,000 on the spot.  "I'll be back in a few
minutes," said Geeta, and when she returned, she gave another $1,000 to
Mai. "That's all I can get from my bank machine in one day," said Geeta. 
"But from the door fee and the rest of my earnings tonight we should be
able to get you another $1,000 by 9:00." Mai was so grateful, she hardly
was aware of Geeta saying she was leaving but would be back in an hour or
so.  Geeta soon returned, bringing a customer with her off the street.

   When the cops returned later that evening, Geeta greeted them, telling
them that she had the money for them and that Mai had had to go.  The cops
followed her to the small room Geeta used.

   "Ok so where's the money?"

   Geeta lifted her kilt (she was wearing her schoolgirl uniform again that
evening), revealing a money clip attached to her garters.  She acted
entirely unselfconscious as she pretended to have difficulty getting the
clip off of her garter, the cops getting an eyeful teenage leg.  "Oh this
damn thing - it must be stuck because the wad's too thick for it - can you
get it off?" she asked the nearest cop.

   Constable Reese was having difficulty breathing as the beautiful Indian
teen smiled up at him.  She was perfect - tall, beautiful features, bright
eyes, white teeth, heavy, firm breasts.  Reese loved working in vice - it
brought him into contact with so many moneymaking opportunities, and
sometimes truly beautiful women, but this girl was the most gorgeous piece
of ass he'd ever seen.  And the school uniform thing was really cute - it
brought back memories of high school.

   Geeta read all this instantly in Reese's eyes, and was not surprised
when, as he took the money from her, he suddenly grabbed her, his mouth on
hers, one of his hands under her kilt on her ass, the other under her
blouse, undoing her bra.  In no time her breasts were free, and as Reese's
mouth started to work its way towards a brown nipple, he spoke to his
partner, a younger cop named Schapiro.  "Close the door behind you, dammit,
and wait in the car." Schapiro slunk out.

   Geeta whispered in Reese's ear.  "I love uniforms and I love cops.  I've
always fantasized about being raped by a cop.  Rape me!"

   Reese was only to happy to comply, slapping her around (but not too
hard), twisting her arms behind her back while he licked her cunt, tearing
her panties off while she squealed in pain, and eventually taking her
roughly on the massage table, fucking her brutally while she begged him to
stop, pleading with him not to hurt her - she was a virgin!  It hurt!  Oh
please stop!  Reese loved the play acting, and Geeta really got into it as
well, having a tumultuous orgasm beneath the cop, biting into his shoulder
to stifle a scream so that her orgasm would be silent and her face hidden
from the camera that had been running the entire time - she had purchased
it when Mia allowed to leave earlier in the day, and the salesman had set
it up for her, receiving a heavenly blowjob in return.  It turned out to be
the most profitable blowjob of Geeta's career.

   Finally the fucking stopped, and Reese got up from on top of her.  Geeta
lay still on the table, a hand on her forehead, limp and defeated.  "That
was a really good fuck, girl," said the cop.  "If you're lucky I'll come
back some time and do you again." Geeta said nothing, remaining mute and
silent on the table.  After he left, she forced herself to sob silently for
the benefit of the camera.

   A week later Reese came back for more, as Geeta knew he would.  "Mai's
not here right now - let's go to her office!" said Geeta with excitement.
The stupid cop thought she had something kinky in mind, and followed her,
his hard-on already raging.  He sat where he was told, and Geeta started to
undo his pants.  "Why don't you watch a video while I blow you?" suggested
Geeta, pushing the on button without waiting for the cop to say anything.

   It took Reese a minute or so to realize what he was watching - it was a
video of him, raping a girl in a school uniform!  A tape of the great sex
he'd had with Geeta only a week before!

   He pushed the girl's head off his hard cock.  "Geeta, that's a great
tape and I'll be glad to keep it, but you shouldn't have made it without
telling me.  Don't fuck with me like that, or I'm going to get really
pissed off." Reese felt invulnerable, and it never would have occurred to
him that he didn't have the upper hand.  After all, he was a cop, and she a
whore.  Her word meant nothing in court.  Geeta said she'd hand over the
tape, and then her head started bobbing up and down again, and in no time
she was taking a full load of cum down her throat.  Reese lay back in the
chair, sated.  Geeta hadn't blown him the first time he'd been with her,
and he was amazed at just how good she was.  Geeta moved to the other side
of the table, and waited for Reese to recover from the orgasm he'd just
received.

   "Well, officer, I'll give you the tape.  But I've made copies.  Dozens
of them, in fact.  The copies are with friends, in hidden places, in safety
deposit boxes.  There's also a copy downloaded onto a computer somewhere
where you can't reach it."

   "You fucking bitch!" hissed Reese.  "What do you think you're going to
do, blackmail me?  For fucking a whore?  You've got nothing on me.  I'm
gonna slap you senseless!"

   "The camera is running right now, officer.  I suggest you sit back
down!" Now Geeta had raised her voice for the first time, and Reese in
shock looked around the room, as if to find the camera.

   "The tape doesn't show you fucking a whore, you stupid, stupid man.  It
shows you fucking a 15-year-old girl.  Yes, I'm 15.  Look!" Geeta slapped
her birth certificate on the table.  "You are on tape fucking an underage
girl.  And what's more, the tape shows you slapped me around, pushed me
onto the table and raped me when I begged you not to.  You'll be
prosecuted, and before you're even convicted you'll be off the force.  I'll
bet they'll be really nice to you in jail, you stupid pig!" Reese was not
used to being spoken to this way, and stood up in a rage, as if to strike
her.

   "Go ahead - beat the shit out of me.  That'll be on camera too,
remember. Go ahead!" Geeta shrieked, slapping the cop hard across the face.
But by now Reese had realized just how impossible his position was.  He was
truly fucked.  He sat back down.  After a long pause, he spoke.  "What do
you want from me?"

   This is what Geeta had been waiting for.

   "The $2,000 a week you're collecting from Mai's brother - each week
you'll come up here, and you'll hand that to me.  Yourself - "

   "No fucking way you stupid cunt I'll see you in hell -"

   "And I'll see you in jail.  You'll come here every week and you'll hand
over the money to me and you'll do it with a smile.  And don't pretend the
money really matters - you must be shaking down places all over town.  You
can afford this, no problem.  The biggest blow is to your pride.  And I'll
throw this in to ease the pain.  When you come up each week, I'll let you
rape me again.  So when you're mad after handing the money over, come see
me, and pound your hard cock into me.  You can cum in my mouth, in my ass,
on my face, in my hair.  Whatever you want.  Deal?"

   "Deal," replied Reese, who on the spot fucked Geeta on Mai's desk to
seal the bargain.  And so next Thursday Geeta to received a visit from
Constable Reese, which ended in her being $2,000 richer.  She also received
her first ass fucking, which hurt like hell, despite loads of lubricant. 
Geeta felt like the cop had torn up her insides.  But it was worth it - it
wouldn't do for the cop to think she'd completely defeated him.  As long as
she was collecting money from him, she'd let the cop do pretty well
whatever he wanted to her body so that he would feel like he was in
control.

   Of course, Geeta never told Mai that the cop was giving her the
protection money collected from Mai's brother.  All Mai could see is that
somehow Geeta had tamed the evil cop, who had now become a regular
customer.

   In part 2, we learn more about the inner workings of the massage parlor.
E-mail me if you'd like me to post it.

  
Geeta the Teenage Indian Prostitute, part 1 - Loss of Virginity