From an amateur DJ to a Whore – Part 1
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Hi, I’m Neeti, DJ Neeti (name changed). I came to Mumbai 7 years back when I was 21. I dreamed of becoming one of the best female DJs in India. Now 7 years later, that dream is still far away. But I have become one of the best whore in Mumbai. How did this happen? Well, I will explain that in every detail, have some patience. One thing I would like to mention here, everything which will be written here is almost 90% truth and 10% of added masala. So let’s get right into it. When I moved to Mumbai, I didn’t get as many opportunities as I was looking for as a DJ. I started freelancing. One fine day, I was filling in for another top DJ in a club (who was absent). That’s when I got an offer of a rave party from a boy. My first big gig in the city of dreams. How could I have said no? Let’s talk about my figure, right? Hahaha, I’m 5’7″ tall and have a few extra pounds in my body. My cup size is 32 C, but my hip size is 34. Perfectly fair and with the right amount of make-up. I was the main attraction in my college days. Especially for my big ass. The slut hidden in me always loved that attention. So for that day, I decided to wear a red crop top and a black skirt ending above my knee. With those, I gave myself a golden strapless bra and a golden lacy thong. Little did I know at that time that I wouldn’t be getting that back. I reached the venue before time. The security asked me to submit everything other than my musical instruments like phone handbags. I sensed something fishy but decided to go anyway. It was the same for all the guests. No one could get anything to enter the venue except the boy organizing it. Party started. The boy who had booked me was the son of a very rich person. His name was Tarun, and it was his birthday party. There were around 40 students in the age range of 18-20. Around 10 of them were girls. All were busy drinking and smoking hard, and some were doing drugs. I was doing my job quite well with a proper rave party feeling. Sometime later, Tarun asked me whether I would like to get 15k more. I said of course, yes. Then he asked me a dare I never thought I would do as a DJ. He told me that he would finger me under the table (on which my playing instruments were kept) for 5 minutes while I was playing. I must keep playing and not let anyone know I’m getting fingered. I was no virgin. I had dated 3 guys in college and was quite used to fingering. I said yes. Then he slowly moved to my side and got under the table. That thought alone gave me chills, and I was beginning to get wet. He slowly lowered my thong and had a feel of my wet pussy. I was a little embarrassed but enjoyed it. I was having the time of my life. Then I realized that I couldn’t show any emotions on my face to win the dare. He lowered my thong to my ankles and started fingering. I must confess he was quite good at it, and I was in heaven. Someone I managed to control my moans. I hid it with a loud pop song which also gave me a chance to jump a little to get used to the fingering. After 5 minutes, I was on cloud nine, that I had won the bet. I enjoyed each second of those 5 minutes. Then I looked at Tarun, and he said, “Well done, you have earned yourself 15K.” But then he made an announcement, standing right next to me. It shook my world. The announcement was, “Ms. DJ has given her thong for auction. If the amount crosses 40K, she will play the rest of the party completely BOTTOMLESS here.” Saying this, he took the center and completely unexpectedly lifted my skirt to reveal my pussy. It was still wet with few drops. I had tears in my eyes and begged him not to do that. He said, “Bitch, when you were jumping for joy, I was fingering you with one hand and taking video with the other. If you don’t do this, I’ll send this video to every pub and club owner in Mumbai. Then  I’ll see who will give you a job. I’ll give you that extra 15K from the auction money of your thong itself.” He finished that with an evil laugh. I begged him not to do that but in vain. Then he returned my thong and told me to wear it. A table was brought for me. I was asked to stand on it, lifting my skirt and showing my thong so that everyone could see what they were auctioning for. I was dying of shame. Still, I climbed the table, lifted my skirt, and took two rounds for everyone. Finally, the auction started. The price started from 5K, increasing to 30K in no time. Surprisingly the girls were also taking part in the auction. Finally the auction was slowing down. I was praying to every God I know that it shouldn’t cross 40K. But alas, it happened, and a girl named Helly won it, to my surprise, with 43K. Soon I got to know she was a lesbian. She demanded a kiss from me with the thong. She said she would be one who would remove my skirt and thong to make me bottomless. I was watching everything as a statue. I couldn’t believe what was going on and what would happen to me. How would it change my life? Soon Helly climbed onto the auction table and first kissed me passionately. It was the first time I was kissing a woman. To be honest, I find it very charming even at that moment. Well, credit goes to Helly, also. She was a brilliant kisser. Then she opened my skirt and threw it to the boys. Then she got down and lowered my thong to my ankle. Time was stopped for me. I couldn’t move. Then she ordered me to lift my foot so she could remove it. I just followed the order, and she smiled, smelled it and kissed it. What happened next? Well, stay tuned for the next part. It’s my first story here, and I’m no writer. I just wanted to share my experience. Please give your feedback so that I can rectify the mistake next time. Thank you.