The Delhi Artist Gigolo – Part 6

During this time, I started enjoying my life as a gigolo. So far, I have met three clients, and each of their requirements was very different. My lifestyle was also changing with my job, and my perspective towards sex was evolving as well.

After the client visits with my aunt Keerthana, I got a call from Ayushi early the next morning. She mentioned the time and place for the client visit, adding, “There’s a surprise for you. You need to be ready by this afternoon.”

The visit was at one of the five-star hotels in Aero, Delhi. This was the first time she gave me a playful reply. I was a little confused because I didn’t have much time to prepare. Regardless, I put on a casual outfit and arrived at the hotel on time.

I waited for my client in the lobby. After some time, a woman approached and started dialling my number. She noticed me and sat across from me.

She asked, “Are you Tanmay, the one Ayushi sent here?”

I replied, “Yes, I am. How’s everything going?”

She smiled and said, “Everything is going fine, which is why I called Ayushi.”

She introduced herself as Jacqueline, a vibrant young woman travelling to the UK from Kerala. There was a certain elegance in the way she carried herself, a quiet confidence. Her flight had been delayed, which is why she reached out to Ayushi, a doctor she knew in the UK.

We exchanged pleasantries. After a casual yet intriguing conversation, she invited me to her room. Before heading up, I handed my ID card to the receptionist and made sure my visit was properly recorded.

Jacqueline was dressed casually in a pair of well-fitted shorts and a simple t-shirt, yet something was striking about her. She had a healthy, athletic figure and wore a captivating perfume that lingered subtly in the air. As we walked to her room, she asked me about my life, where I was from, and what I did.

Her genuine curiosity and warm tone immediately put me at ease, making our conversation feel natural as if we had known each other for a long time. When I stepped into the room, I noticed another girl sitting comfortably on the couch. Jacqueline smiled and introduced her to me.

“This is Jaanvi, a close friend of mine and a colleague,” she said.

Jaanvi looked up and greeted me with a nod and a soft smile. “Nice to meet you,” she said, her voice calm and inviting.

She, too, was dressed casually in a t-shirt and shorts, but her sheer top revealed the delicate lace of her lingerie underneath, catching my attention briefly. The soft lighting in the room cast a warm, golden glow, creating an atmosphere of relaxed intimacy.

As we continued to chat, Jacqueline asked, “So, how’s everything been on your end? Busy as always?”

“Yeah,” I replied, settling into a nearby chair, “but I’m managing”.

Jaanvi, sitting quietly on the couch, seemed like a shy girl—reserved, hesitant, and not one to initiate conversation easily. Her face reminded me of Kiara Advani, with the same soft, innocent look in her eyes. Her body, though slender, had the grace and appeal of Yami Gautam, blending fragility with strength.

Her gaze flickered between Jacqueline and me as if waiting for her friend to take the lead. Sensing the moment, Jacqueline turned to me with a casual yet mischievous smile and asked, “Do you drink, Tanmay?”

I nodded, offering a smile of my own. “Yes, I do.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Jacqueline picked up the phone, ordering some food along with a bottle of whiskey. There was a quiet confidence in the way she moved as if she already knew how the night would unfold.

Soon enough, we found ourselves seated around a small round table, the air humming with quiet conversation and unspoken anticipation. A knock at the door broke the momentary silence. The whiskey had arrived. Jacqueline moved gracefully, pouring the amber liquid into three glasses.

Her movements were smooth, deliberate, almost ceremonial. She handed Jaanvi her glass first, then mine. As I took it, I could feel the subtle shift in the room’s atmosphere—something unspoken hanging in the air, charged with an energy that was palpable but not uncomfortable.

We raised our glasses in a toast, clinking softly, the sound echoing through the room. The first sip of whiskey warmed me, spreading a pleasant heat through my chest.

Jacqueline took a deep breath, then turned toward me with a look of calm intensity. “Tanmay, there’s something we want to share with you.”

I set my glass down, sensing the weight of what was coming.

“We’re lesbians,” she said, her voice unwavering and direct. She paused, letting the words sink in before continuing. “And we have… a fantasy.”

Jaanvi shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her cheeks flushing as Jacqueline spoke, but she didn’t say a word. Jacqueline continued, her eyes locked on mine.

“We’ve always imagined a man watching us while we explore our intimacy. It excites us—the idea of someone witnessing our connection, observing the way we connect.”

There was a long pause, the room filled with the weight of the confession. “Tonight, we have that opportunity,” Jacqueline said, leaning in slightly, her voice lower now, more intimate. “So, what do you say, Tanmay? Would you like to be a part of our fantasy?”

I felt my heart racing, the air thick with tension. Jacqueline’s eyes held mine, her expression serious yet playful.

I took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m always at your service, Jacqueline.”

She smiled, the tension in the room easing slightly. Jacqueline fixed another peg of whiskey for me, her eyes never leaving mine as she poured. She took her glass and sat directly in front of me. Her posture relaxed yet full of anticipation.

With a simple gesture, she called Jaanvi over. There was no hesitation in Jaanvi’s movements now. She stood up from the couch and walked over, gracefully sitting on Jacqueline’s lap. Jacqueline’s hands rested gently on her waist as they leaned into each other, their lips meeting in a soft, intimate kiss.

It was the first time I had ever witnessed such a moment, a tender intimacy between two women. My eyes were drawn to their closeness, their gentle movements as they kissed, a mix of softness and desire. Jacqueline’s hand slid up to Jaanvi’s neck, her fingers tangling in her hair, deepening the kiss.

As they explored each other, Jacqueline’s gaze flickered to me. She was watching me, gauging my reaction, her eyes burning with curiosity and excitement. I could feel the weight of her attention, as if she wanted me to be fully present at the moment, a part of their experience.

Jaanvi, still shy in her mannerisms, closed her eyes as their kiss grew more passionate. It was clear that Jacqueline was leading, guiding, and creating the pace of their exploration. The room seemed to pulse with energy, a shared fantasy now unfolding before my eyes.

And in that moment, I realized that I was no longer just a spectator—I had become part of something far more intimate, something unspoken and raw.

Jacqueline began to trail soft kisses along Jaanvi’s neck, her lips brushing gently against her skin. Jaanvi, completely under Jacqueline’s control, closed her eyes and leaned into the moment, her body responding to every touch.

Jacqueline’s hand tangled in Jaanvi’s hair, pulling her closer, deepening their connection. I couldn’t deny the surge of arousal coursing through me as I watched. Jaanvi, breathless, guided Jacqueline’s hand down, slipping it beneath the waistband of her shorts.

The intimacy of the moment intensified, and Jaanvi’s gaze shifted to me. Her once-shy demeanour had faded, replaced with a quiet boldness. With a subtle gesture of her eyes, she urged me to remove my shirt, her silent command unmistakable.

In a split second, Jaanvi pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her stunning figure. Her body was breathtaking, every curve accentuated under the soft lighting. Jacqueline’s eyes lit up with desire as she eagerly began kissing Jaanvi’s upper body, her lips tracing along Jaanvi’s smooth skin.

Jaanvi exhaled deeply, her confidence suddenly more pronounced. She turned to me, her eyes locking with mine as she gave a clear, firm command, “Tanmay, explore yourself.”

Her boldness took me by surprise. Just moments ago, she had seemed so shy and reserved, but now, she was directing the moment with confidence. “Go on,” she added, her tone more demanding. “We want to watch you.”

This experience is long enough to provide my readers with ultimate pleasure. Therefore, I’m dividing it into two parts. Please stay tuned for the next part.

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