A Tale of One City - Part 4

Deepa too knew that his son was about to burst and yet she could not let go of her lollipop as she heard Rudra moaning loudly with excitement. Finally and at the very last minute, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and squeezed his balls and with a grunt of pleasure, Rudra shot out a thick white stream of cum that splashed across her lips, her nose and her cheeks. Deepa gave a final slurp to the shrinking penis and then placed her head on her son's crotch but Rudra reached down and pulled her up on his chest. Her face was glistening with his cum as he kissed her again and again while all along feeling and squeezing her breasts that were now squashed on his body. For the next few minutes Deepa rested on her son's breast and then looked up and gave a naughty smile.

"Was that payment enough for the services rendered by my son?"

"No, not at all," smiled Rudra. "The night is still young and I am sure that my dear mother has other tricks to turn."

"My son has a voracious appetite, I wonder if I would be able to satisfy his hunger."

"You are my Ma, my mother Annapoorna ... the goddess who can always provide a full plate to he who is hungry."

"I think I need to get a real wife for my son. Someone who will be able to satisfy his massive hunger."

"We can think about that but right now I need you to satisfy my greatest hunger."

"Please kiddo. My cunt is so very sore today. Please do not insist on a real fuck tonight."

"Mum, do you think that I can be so unreasonable? Do you think that I will want to cause you any tension down under there?"

"Then what other hunger are you referring to my dear?"

"I am hungry for news. What is happening on the other side of the river? Whom did you meet and what did you do in Barakar?"

"Ah! that is a hunger that can be satisfied easily, but before that let me get some real food because your noodles have long been digested and I feel famished."

There wasn't much food in the house but Deepa cracked a couple of large eggs and threw in some sliced and diced bread – good food was not easy to get in Calcutta and when available was quite expensive by their humble standards. Rudra hung along behind her, ostensibly to help but actually to stand behind his naked mother, rub his prick against her butt and fondle her breasts! Every now and then, he would run his fingers through her hair, nibble at her neck and kiss her on her cum-streaked cheeks! Finally when the stir fried egg-bread-bhujia was done, they ate it with relish. Then Deepa pulled out a bottle of Old Monk rum, that she had been saving for a long time, and poured out four-fingers for each. "Kiddo, we deserve this tonight." Then with their respective glasses, they climbed back into bed but sat up against the wall.

Rudra spread his legs and pulled his mother between his thighs, her back against his chest, her head on his shoulders and one hand cradling her breasts. In his other hand, he held his glass of rum and took a big swig.

"Now tell me about your journey?"

"It was frightening. Without Pandey-ji's assistance with contacts I would not have lasted more than ten miles."

"Is it that bad?"

"It is growing worse."

"Are we better off here? In Calcutta?"

"Perhaps for the time being, but in the long run we need to get out of this hell."

"So we need to go Out Of Calcutta? Where do we go?"

"Perhaps towards Delhi, or even further, towards Rishikesh, the Himalayas."

"You want to be an ascetic?"

"I am told that there are some colonies that have come up there where people have organised themselves better. Thanks to the Dalai Lama's government in Tibet, there is a new bloom of civilisation that is breaking out in the Himalayan region."

"Can we think of going there?"

"We can think, but we need money, lots of money and contacts and escorts to cross the vast expanse of the Gangetic plain."

"How is Barakar, to begin with."

"Barakar is a dry and dusty city, nothing much there. I believe that Pandey-ji has a safehouse there but of course I had only been up to Barakar."

"Who all did you meet?"

"I did not meet anybody, only picked up that device from the blind drop in the hotel room, but I think there is something afoot"

"Like what?"

"Could not quite get it but perhaps even Pandey-ji is making some alternate arrangements. I think he is also planning to leave this place and this device is a step in this direction."

"What does this device do?"

"No idea but there were some papers in the packet along with this device and it was about some kind of banking service."

"Is he trying to move his money out?"

"Perhaps ... as a first step towards escaping from Calcutta."

"Perhaps even we should start planning something on our own."

"True, this whole place is becoming somewhat unsustainable."

"Aah," Deepa stifled a yawn. It was getting late and she was feeling tired. She drained what remained of her rum in one fluid motion. Then she rolled away from her son and went flat on her back on the bed. Rudra was already done with his drink. He pushed his glass under the bed and then crawled over to his mother and placed his face on her naked breasts.

Deepa ran her hands through her son's hair as she felt Rudra's tongue on her nipples. She closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure shivered through her body and hardened the wrinkles of her growing tits. Her son was now playing with her nipples, squeezing one with his hand and teasing the other with his tongue. The stress and strain of the whole day and then the evening was finally taking its toll and her body was slowly going limp. Rudra rolled over to his pillow and pushed his hands around her shoulders. She climbed on to his chest, closed her eyes and gently nuzzled his neck. Her hands slipped down to his crotch and she slowly squeezed his balls and stroked his shaft. A wave of tiredness was washing over Rudra as well and even as he felt his mother's naked legs sliding over his own, a shroud of sleep was gradually descending over mother and son, both naked and in each other's arms. The last thing that they knew was the final goodnight kiss that Rudra pressed on his mother's lips and then slipped into the arms of blissful somnolence.

And before they knew it, the new day had broken over the city and there was someone knocking urgently on the front door!

What now?

END OF CHAPTER 2

Chapter 3

Part I

Deepa and Rudra were waiting in the lobby of what had been the Tata Centre, one of the first multi-storied office buildings in Calcutta. Now after weathering many storms, it was a shell of its past glory but Pandey-ji had occupied it and operated out of Rusi Mody's erstwhile office on the top floor.

Today was the second day that Deepa was here. That was why both the stylish receptionist and the burly thugs who guarded the entrance had recognised her and ushered her into an air conditioned waiting room. The last time that they had come, Rudra was was not even allowed past the outer gate and Deepa had a tough time explaining that she had a personal appointment with Pandey-ji...

...

"Why do you want to meet Pandey-ji?"

"I am carrying something that I need to hand over to him."

"Give it to me and I will give it to him."

"I am sorry, this is something that I need to hand over to him personally."

"Are you mad? None of us have ever met him and you think you can meet him personally?" the thug at the gate had been dismissive of her.

"Then you can send a word to Pandey-ji that the packet that he is waiting for will not reach him. I am not giving it to you." Deepa had put on a brave front but she knew that if the thugs searched her bags, they would find the capsule.

"Packet? He is waiting for it?" the thug muttered. He sensed that there was something important about the visitor and yet he was hesitant.

"Yes, and I got a message from Teesta today morning, to come over here with the packet."

"Teesta?" spluttered the thug. People like Teesta were far above him in the organisation. He had seen her from a distance but that was it. With an invite from Teesta, Deepa had immediately jumped above him in the hierarchy! Now a sequence of doors had opened in rapid succession until Deepa was finally face to face with Teesta.

"Good Morning." Deepa was taken aback by the slightly husky voice with which she was greeted by Teesta, the glitzy lady who, she had by now realised, was a key member of Pandey-ji's inner circle.

"Oh Good Morning," she replied, "and what a lovely view." The lush green of the Calcutta maidan, that had become off-limits to most of the resident citizens, gleamed in the sun, while the dirt and grime of the city was invisible from the 17th floor.

"Come, let me make some coffee while you enjoy the view." Teesta turned away towards a Black & Decker coffee maker while Deepa observed both her and the room.

Teesta was as tall and well-built as Deepa was but was dressed far more elegantly. Unlike Deepa who was wearing a simple saree Teesta was dressed in a loose fitting capri pant and a short, tight top that hugged the swell of her modest breasts. A sleeveless jacket, that she could have slipped on, was draped over the back of her chair. As she waited for the coffee, Deepa observed the sharp features of her face, the firm chin, the shock of hair flowing carelessly around her shoulders, the smooth, well toned skin of her long and muscular arms - there was no doubt that she was a regular at gym. "Is she the gangster's moll? Pandey-ji's partner?" wondered Deepa, "or is she a female bodyguard? like that of Gadaffi?" and her question was answered almost instantly as soon as she had finished her coffee and the view.

"Are you carrying an article for Pandey-ji?"

"Yes, and I will give it to him personally, if you please."

"That is fine, but before you meet him, I need to frisk you, as a standard security drill for the boss."

"OK." Deepa stood up and raised her hands.

"Please take off your clothes," Teesta's voice had hardened. "Everything, please."

"Do you do this for the men as well?" Deepa looked her in the eye and started undraping her saree. This was not anything new after all.

"Hardly anyone else gets to go past these doors." Teesta smiled, "So it is not a pleasure that I have the luxury to indulge in."

"So how does the boss run his business?" Deepa pulled off her blouse and stood in her petticoat and bra.

"That is none of your business, my dear," Teesta voice was grim and steely, "and I asked you to remove all your clothes."

Deepa unclipped her bra and dropped her petticoat, revealing her laangra-mango sized breasts, sagging ever so slightly over her taut belly that sloped down to a thick bush of pubic hair. Teesta had put on a pair of latex gloves and quickly ran her hands over Deepa's body that included a quick slide of her finger from her anus to her cunt. A typical, lecherous thug would have shoved a finger or two up her anus or vagina, but Teesta was smarter.

"Please squat on the ground, on your haunches, and cough loudly please."

If Deepa had indeed concealed anything in her cunt, there was a high chance that it would have fallen out, but of course, there was nothing there. Not anymore!

"Ok, where is that gadget that you have brought from Barakar? And the key?"

"In my purse. Both of them." Deepa pointed at the table.

"Fine, you can put on your clothes and follow me inside."

Pandey-ji would have been about seventy years old. He was big hulk of a man with a shock of Einstein like white hair framing a face that would have made him look like a professor but for the scar running right across his lips! He was sitting against the gigantic plate glass window with a view of the city serving as a backdrop and ranged around the wall were TV screens that showed him views of his dominions. Deepa recognised two views, one of gate on the street and one of room where Teesta had stripped her naked!

On the desk was a laptop and next to it was a modem that connected the machine to one of those insanely expensive Satellite Internet Service Providers. Deepa quietly took in all this but what struck her was the fact that Pandey-ji was not sitting on a chair but on a motorized wheel chair! So that is why she had been sent to Barakar and that is why hardly anyone got to meet the Boss in person!

"Thank you for bringing that packet from Barakar."

"Thank you for trusting me Pandey-ji, it gave me a chance to get out of this city." Deepa handed the thick bullet like capsule across to him. She also handed over a key that she had carried with her.

"So you do not like staying here?" Pandey-ji was fiddling with the bullet, trying to open it.

"It is always a pleasure to go out and see the world."

"Good." The cap flew open and Pandey-ji carefully pulled out another steel and ceramic cylinder with a thin wire attached to it. "Now we need to figure out how to operate this."

"May I know what it is for?" asked Deepa.

Teesta shot a quick glance at his boss who nodded his agreement. "Pandey-ji has opened an account with a bank in the Cayman Islands and he will operate his account over the internet."

"Like Online Banking?"

"Yes but a lot more secure. In addition to the normal password, this ceramic cylinder will pick up a DNA imprint from his body and use that open the define the password with which the account can be operated."

"So it is only Pandey-ji who can use the account? Very high tech!"

"And you are only the fourth person in this country to be aware of this fact and of the device."

"That is a great honour and responsibility that you have placed on me."

"A lady who can shoot Bhola in cold blood is indeed someone very special as far as I am concerned."

"Who told you that?" Deepa whispered. That was something that was only known to she and her son!

"One of his henchmen lived for a few more hours and we heard how a goddess herself had descended on earth to kill that bastard."

"Pandey-ji really loves tough women!" Teesta murmurred.

"I can see that very well," Deepa smiled at her but was surprised to see an enigmatic smile.

"Tough women are good," Pandey-ji broke in, "but can this tough woman help me configure this blasted device to work with my computer?"

"I am sorry, that is something that I cannot do, but if you want I can get my son, Rudra, to help with this."

"You think he can help?"

"He is a genius with all kinds of technology" and Deepa told them about how he had rigged up the extraction magnet. "Without him, that capsule of yours would have got lost in my cunt."

"Hmm... your kid seems to be very smart," Pandey-ji paused for a few moments and thought through the idea. "Can you bring him along tomorrow?"

"Why not?"

Deepa left soon after, but Pandey-ji was still looking out of the window when Teesta whispered. "Boss, are you thinking about what I am thinking as well..."

"Yes." Teesta and Pandey-ji were like two sides of the same coin. No wonder that Pandey-ji had taken her under his wings and ever since then they had been so attached to each other.

...

Which is why Rudra had accompanied Deepa on her second visit to Tata Centre but today they had arrived in the evening because Pandey-ji had sent word that that is when it would be convenient for him.

The room that they had been waiting in for nearly an hour was empty but a security guard had called on them twice to see if they wanted tea or a soda. Evidently their status had gone up.

"Do you think Teesta will fondle my balls today?" Rudra was a bit apprehensive about the strip-search.

"Why? Are you afraid that you will get an erection? Or is it that one I am seeing just now? in anticipation?"

"Don't you make fun of me, Ma," threatened Rudra in mock indignation, as he adjusted the tightness of his trouser at his crotch.

It was well past nine, and Deepa was getting worried about how late they would be in getting home, when the guard came and told them that Teesta was waiting for them. He then led them to the exclusive lift that took them straight to the 17th floor.