The cab crept forward, slow and steady through the snarled traffic. Horns bleated in the distance. Dust shimmered outside the tinted windows.
Inside the back seat, the air felt thicker. Heavier. Almost charged.
Shalini's nod was small but sure.
Malika's hand slid higher along her thigh, fingers grazing the soft black fabric of her leggings—slow, claiming strokes. Her nails traced delicate lines, like she was mapping a path she'd walked a thousand times before. No rush. No hesitation.
"Good girl," Malika whispered, her voice velvet-smooth. "Let me feel your devotion, inch by inch."
Shalini's chest lifted on instinct, breath catching. Her thighs parted ever so slightly, her body already tuned to Malika's rhythm. There was no space left for shame. Only obedience.
Malika leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. Slow. Wet. Deliberate.
Her lips moved higher, over the curve of her jaw, until her nose brushed the soft hollow beneath Shalini's raised arm.
"Lift," Malika murmured.
Shalini obeyed, lifting her arm and resting it behind her head, exposing the delicate slope of her armpit.
Malika buried her face in it.
Inhaled.
She sighed like she'd just tasted something forbidden.
"You always smell like sin," she whispered. "Warm, slick, delicious sin."
Then her tongue slid out.
One long, lazy stroke.
Shalini twitched, her breath caught.
Malika licked again—up, then down, her tongue tracing every crease and curve. She kissed softly, then suckled gently, moaning low into the skin.
Shalini tried to stay still, eyes fluttering shut.
Outside, the cab hit a slight bump. Tires rattled. The driver grunted something under his breath—but said nothing. The partition held.
And up front—Avi shifted.
He hadn't meant to glance back.
But something about the silence had shifted.
He turned just slightly in his seat, leaning to the side, pretending to check the traffic in the mirror.
His eyes caught the top of Malika's large purse, hanging off the center shelf behind the headrest. It blocked most of the glass partition—but not all.
A small gap had formed near the strap.
Avi blinked.
He leaned back just an inch, peering through the narrow slit.
What he saw hit him like a slap.
Malika was leaning in, half-crossed over Shalini. Her arm wrapped around her waist. Her mouth was somewhere near her chest.
And Shalini's black leggings—were down.
Bunched around her knees.
Thighs exposed. Bare skin showing.
Avi froze.
His heart stuttered in his chest.
What—?
His head whipped forward, eyes wide, breath caught halfway in his throat.
What the actual fuck.
What. The fuck.
His mind raced.
Had he seen that right?
His mom. His fucking mom. With Malika. Pants down.
Were they—?
No. No no no—what the hell is going on back there?!
He gripped his phone like it could anchor him, but his hands were slick. His thumb hovered over the screen, unmoving.
He had to be wrong.
Maybe they were changing clothes. Maybe something spilled. Maybe it was—what, exactly?
Nothing normal explained that.
The sunshade.
The partition.
The purses blocking the glass.
The silence.
His stomach turned.
He didn't look back again.
He couldn't.
He stared straight ahead, earbuds still in but no sound playing.
Behind him, Malika pulled away just enough to whisper:
"You're glistening, baby."
Shalini whimpered. Her breath was shallow. Her hands gripped the seat beneath her.
Malika's hands moved down now, sliding beneath the hem of her rust-colored kurti, fingers dancing across bare skin.
She pushed the fabric up, bunching it at Shalini's waist.
Then leaned down again—this time her mouth landed between her breasts, lips pressing through the thin, damp bra.
"You taste like you've been sweating for me all day," she whispered.
Her teeth grazed the nipple through the cloth. Then her tongue rolled over it. Slowly. Deliberately.
"You're going to let me lick every drop."
Shalini moaned softly.
Malika pulled one bra cup down, baring the breast completely, and sucked the nipple deep into her mouth.
She circled it with her tongue.
Bit it gently.
Then licked again.
"I want your whole body dripping by the time we get to the fair."
She looked up, eyes glinting.
"Feet up."
Shalini obeyed, lifting both legs and resting her feet along the edge of the back seat.
Malika removed her sandals and cupped one bare foot in both hands, lifting it to her mouth like it was sacred.
She kissed the arch softly.
Then licked.
Long and slow.
"You taste like the road," Malika murmured. "Like heat and dust and every filthy little secret you're too shy to say aloud."
She sucked Shalini's toes one by one, her tongue exploring every inch, letting the salt of skin coat her lips.
Shalini lay back, trembling.
Behind the partition, Avi sat frozen.
The image wouldn't leave his brain.
He could still see it.
Malika bent over Shalini. Leggings pulled down.
He didn't know what was worse—not knowing exactly what was happening…
…or knowing enough to guess.
Mom. Aunty.
His thoughts churned.
Why the hell would they—
Is this something they've done before? Is this what happened on the train?
Was that why she smelled like that?
He clenched his fists.
Was that why I smelled her clothes? Because some part of me knew?
The idea made him sick.
And hard.
He bit his lip. Hard.
Tasted blood.
Behind him, Malika had slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of the black leggings, finally tugging them all the way down.
Her hand traced up Shalini's inner thigh, fingertips soft and slow, brushing the wet heat now bared between her legs.
She didn't touch directly yet.
She just hovered. Teased.
Then leaned in.
And inhaled.
Deeply.
"You smell like all the men you let ruin you last night," Malika whispered. "But under it—right under it—you still taste like mine."
She lowered her head.
Her tongue flicked once.
Then again.
Each lick slow. Wet. Drawn out.
Shalini writhed, her moan caught between throat and lips.
"Quiet," Malika warned, lifting her head slightly. "He's right there."
Shalini covered her mouth with both hands.
Malika slipped two fingers inside.
Deep.
Shalini's body jerked.
"Good girl," she whispered. "Now stay on the edge. Do not come until I say."
She sucked on her clit again, moaning softly into her mouthful.
Outside, the cab crawled forward another block.
Avi didn't move.
Didn't speak.
Didn't breathe right.
Inside his head?
A storm.
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Elsewhere…
Not far from the hotel, two figures moved down a quieter street.
Ravi and Prayush walked side by side under the hazy late-morning sun, faces hidden behind plain masks. Their steps were unhurried. Their bodies relaxed.
Ravi nudged Prayush with an elbow. "Still thinking about last night?"
Prayush shrugged. "You?"
Ravi grinned. "Of course I am. You kidding? I had my cock buried in that tight little ass while you were still kneeling and licking her thighs."
He chuckled, hands in pockets.
"Felt like fucking fire. The way she gasped when I pushed in? Fuck, man… she clenched around me like she didn't wanna let go."
Prayush kept walking, lips twitching.
Ravi kept going.
"She even let me taste after. Her sweat was dripping down her back while I pounded her. I licked it all. Every drop. She didn't stop me."
Prayush looked ahead, jaw tense—but his eyes flicked sideways for just a moment.
Haa… do you really think she let you win?
He stayed silent for a moment.
His thoughts drifted.
Shalini ma'am took me to that old jungle cottage this morning, remember? You were still asleep. Six rounds. I lost count after the fourth.
He held back the smirk that was threatening to bloom across his lips.
She let me lick every inch. Even my armpit kink—she gave me that too. Said I earned it.
Out loud, he scowled and muttered, "Yeah yeah, I know. Don't brag so much."
Ravi laughed, mistaking the look for envy.
"You got to lick her flower," Ravi said. "Be happy."
Prayush made a face. "That's all I got. You got the fuck. I just got leftovers."
Inside, he was glowing.
They reached Ravi's door.
Prayush gave him a nod. "Tomorrow at 10?"
"Fairground?"
"Fairground."
Ravi slapped his shoulder. "Don't be late."
As Prayush walked away, hands in his pockets, the smirk finally escaped. He grinned the entire way home.
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