THE HARLOT LETTERS
                          ------------------
Nov 20
Dear Dipti,
Every year, it's the same thing - it never fails ... your birthday
comes around, as all birthdays do, and, invariably, I find myself
thinking of you, and of me, and of the way we were.
Has it already been so long? It seems like yesterday that we were
together here in Bombay. How wonderful those times were! Remember the
long Sundays in your flat, fucking feverishly as though we couldn't
have enough of each other? And the business trips we took for matters
out of town exploring each other's flesh without tiring in a
succession of deluxe hotels around the country?
I'll never forget those times. Wonderful, they were, and I loved you
with a passion, and fucked you without respite. I know you wanted it,
too, and loved me as much in return - that's what made those times so
special. I think of them, and of you, still, and the memory stirs the
old hunger.
Do you feel the same way? I wonder. You seldom write, but then you
always said that between true friends, constant contact was
unnecessary. Perhaps you were right. The last time you visited, a year
ago, we seemed to pick up from where we left off, spending time
together, eating out, dancing, going to movies and plays but, most of
all, in bed, fucking, doing what we did best together.
Fucking. You always liked the word. It turned you on. Does Ramesh use
it when he fucks you? There are so many things I feel a need to know
about your marriage - how suddenly it happened! - yet, somehow, we
never seem to get around to talking about these things when we meet.
Actually, that doesn't surprise me in the least. I see you and all I
want to do is plunge into your flesh, feel your hot, tight, wet cunt
choking my throbbing cock, seeing you arch and gasp as I drive my
flesh into yours. It's always been like this, hasn't it?
So much has changed with your marriage. Suddenly, you're no longer
here, I don't get to see you every day, we can no longer spend long
hot afternoons and endless nights fucking like we used to, on and on,
insatiable in our hunger. How I long for those times when we'd stumble
into your flat and you were as hot and hungry as I. Without pausing
for breath you'd be at me, tearing off my clothes frantically, going
down on your knees and sucking my cock hungrily, begging me to cream
in your face. I often did so and you loved it, did you not, having my
thick, hot jizz splash into your mouth so that you could swallow it
and take more on your breasts and face? That initial fuck was always a
burst of fire, when I thrust my throbbing cock into your cunt without
a pause and fucked you feverishly, not able to get enough, pushing
myself deeper and deeper into your convulsing slit till neither of us
could hold back and we came together in an explosion of joy and lust.
What is it about you that draws me like a moth to a flame? You are the
sum of your many parts, and I love them all equally and the total most
of all, and very dearly. Yes, I love your eyes and their colour, and
the way they dance especially when you've lined them with *kajal*; I
love the sheen and sweep and bounce of your hair; I love your smile
and your lips and your teeth, and the little scar above your left
eyebrow and the little beauty spots on your face, particularly the one
high near the left ear. I love your face and your laughter, and from
the little I have felt of them, I love the shape and weight and feel
of your breasts, the sharp stubs of your nipples. And yes, above all,
there is inner warmth and wetness and welcoming tension of your flesh,
when you take my cock in your mouth and suck it hungrily, working my
thick cock-head with your tongue, or when I slide my big penis into
your hot, tight cunt and feel you gasp in pleasure as it surges
inward; or when, frequently, I run it into your anus and your face
twists and the breath goes out of your body in an explosion of joy.
But that is of your body. Your character I love no less. I often told
you that, in this one way, I detected a feminine streak in my being. I
could not have fucked you for as long or as well, desired you as I do
but for my love for you as a person rather than mere lust for your
frame. This is true of each of my women. Certainly I have fucked more
women in my few years than most men do in a lifetime, and I fucked
them hard and well and enjoyed it. But none of them were complete
strangers. If I do not know a woman, I cannot fuck her. It is the
woman I fuck, as much as her body. There are men who do not care to
know their women, who cannot remember their faces, or what they did in
bed, and it does not matter whose mouth or cunt or anus engulfed their
cocks. But I am not like this. Unless I am familiar with a woman's
character, unless I know what she is like as a person, and unless I
like that person, I cannot and will not fuck her. There are many
beautiful and sexy women I have refused to fuck, for precisely this
reason; equally, there are many ordinary women of whom I am
passionately fond and whom I fuck frequently, for this very reason.
You, too, are one of these. I will not pretend that you are the only
one I have loved and fucked and you, understanding, never expected to
be the only woman in my life. Even then you were not, and are not now.
That is how I want it to be. I am capable of loving deeply and widely,
while most men can do one but not the other. This you saw early on,
and accepted without rancour. Had you resisted, I would have abandoned
our relationship immediately. But you chose to stay without pressing a
demand, and I grew to love you; in time, you became one of the handful
whom I loved, fucked and cared for. Who are the others? You know as
well as I: Sunnu; Falu; Sonu; Maya; Audrey; Neha; Harsha; Anuja;
Madhavi; Hansa; Chitti. For years, there have been no others.
I loved you first and fucked you later, because I loved you. I loved
your gentleness and tenderness, your ability to empathize and
understand another's need and pain and desire, your willingness to
surrender yourself to it unquestioningly and without reserve. At the
same time, you were never less than completely honest. You told me
things about myself that I would not have taken from anyone else.
We shared a bond, you and I, that went beyond the merely physical or
sexual. We confessed our fantasies and desires, and then helped each
other fulfil them. You told me that you enjoy hard, demanding sex with
strangers; that you like being fucked by men who are socially inferior
- drivers, cleaners, servants, labourers; that you loved the way they
took you for themselves, fucking you again and again till they were
sated. I replied that I liked watching men and women in situations
like this, and we lived out these dreams and desires. I remember those
warm summer nights when I watched and took photographs and shot videos
of you fucking the servant, the driver, the peons, a muscular,
hard-bodied labourer from a road-gang, taking two and three men
together at once. It was erotic and sex in itself. How the photos and
videos turned us on when we watched them later! Do you remember the
wonderful, steamy sex we enjoyed before the TV set, my cock hammering
into her cunt from behind while, on the screen, you thrashed and
moaned in the arms of another man?
Of course, what you wanted to do was to whore, and this was something
I could help you realise. You were happiest at Hedon & Venery,
whoring, doing live shows, doing video and still-film shoots. There
was a radiance on your face each day that filled me with joy as I
watched you moaning and thrashing and writhing eagerly with a
succession of hard-bodied men who pushed their thick, long cocks in
and out of your cunt and mouth and ass.
Masturbation was always one of your favourite turn-ons, was it not? It
is an indication of what you need, what an essential part of you
craves. You loved masturbating and, better still, being watched at it.
You were always inventive about it. Do you still have that
mind-boggling variety of dildoes and vibrators that I gave you? Do you
still use them? And what of an audience? You always said that without
men watching, masturbation was only half as much fun!
Fortunately, that is our deepest bond, our free-wheeling, spirited
approach to sexual pleasure. For both of us, sex is no furtive rustle
of midnight sheets. It is an immensely gratifying, exhilarating
experience, one that is essential to the human condition, something
that everyone should enjoy fully and without qualms or fear of
reproach. Contrary to what I feel personally, you have always enjoyed
casual sex. The emotional entanglement that I seek with my sexual
partners and which may be of widely divergent kinds you can abjure
totally. You do not need even companionship. The presence of an
attractive, desirable male willing to arouse your flesh is sufficient,
and you have never hesitated to give expression to this need.
I know that even when you are masturbating, you are fantasizing about
some stranger. You play with your nipples, squeeze your breasts
together, pluck your nipples, slide a finger up and down your
cunt-lips, stick it up into your cunt and arousing your clitoris till
you ooze and orgasm and the heat flushes you from head to toe, your
pulse racing, your breath short. You love it, you need it, and you do
it. Often, you use a dildo or a vibrator or even more than one so as
to do your cunt and ass together. So much the better.
Then, the real thing. Your lover is a fine looking man, handsome,
reasonably well built with a strong, muscular body, lean and tough.
His shoulders are broad, his neck muscular, his arms and legs thick
and bulging, his chest deep and cleaved, his belly hard and flat, his
torso V-shaped, hairless. You find him very, very sexy. You must fuck
with him.
Picture this. You are with this man, alone, in a lovely hotel or house
in beautiful countryside. The air is clear and sharp and cold, and the
light is warm and gentle. He is wearing a flannel lumberjack shirt,
the sleeves rolled up showing muscular forearms, and the buttons of
his shirt are open low enough for you to see his sexy torso. He is
clean shaven, square jawed, good teeth, smiling, laughing,
intelligent, gentle and kind. You want him. He wants you.
You go in, and there is no need for speech. He draws you to him and
already you are excited, your pulse is quickening, you feel flushed,
your breasts are swelling turgid, your nipples are getting stiff and
hard. He draws you closer and bends his head to yours and you feel his
lips on yours.
You let yourself go. You let him kiss you, slide his tongue into your
mouth, explore. You respond in kind. You feel the strength of his body
and the wonderful pulsing bulge between his legs against your body.
Eroticism is a dual state of being, and when you feel him cup your
breasts and fondle them gently, you will no longer be the person
reading this. You respond, caressing his face and head, unbuttoning
his shirt, caressing his torso. As he begins to undress you, you hear
a voice not your own gasp softly when his hands slide up your body and
cup your breasts, free them from the bra, toy with your nipples,
squeeze and fondle your breasts, and then, not for the first time, a
man's hands and fingers venture into the pleasure field between your
legs.
You deny him nothing. You let him kiss you, lick and suck and nibble
on your nipples - feel the sharp fires erupt from them. As his lips go
lower, you open your legs, don't freeze. Your cunt will be wet,
smelling heady and sexy. When he puts his face between your thighs and
his breath sears into your cunt you arch and moan in joy. His tongue
and his finger follow and you find yourself caressing your own
breasts, your head jerked to one side, your mouth open, eyes hooded,
panting and moaning erotically. Then your hands are on his head moving
it round and round, your hips grinding and writhing without control
beneath his head, his tongue wet and thick and electric in your cunt,
like the first one ever, the handsome servant who fucked you when you
were fifteen and panting, and your clitoris will be on fire, your cunt
sodden.
You love sucking cock. His is a lovely thing, long and thick and dark,
the balls heavy and low. You hold his penis in your fingers - as
always, you find the first touch of it electrifying, and you cannot
resist wanting to take it into your mouth. You jerk it gently, and if
he is not circumcised, draw his foreskin back. You kiss it, caress it,
stroke it, jerk it, lick and gently teeth the shaft, smell the heady
odour of his loins. You caress your face with it, your breasts, take
it between your breasts and squeeze them over it. His reaction excites
you further and now there will be no holding back. You swirl your
tongue around his cock-head and over his balls and up and down his
shaft. Then you bend your head over his lap and feel the heat and
hardness of him in your mouth, the delicious stickiness of his pre-cum
gunk on your tongue and lips, taste the erotic muskiness of him in
your mouth and on your lips and under your tongue. Your cunt is on
fire, and you want to devour him. He moans and gasps and your head
moves up and down, your hand pumping his cock, your lips getting
sticky and wonderfully slimy with his juices. He comes in your mouth
and you swallow his seed, relishing the tangy taste of it, jerking his
cock to spatter your face and breasts and body.
Now you let him fuck you. He is adept at lovemaking and he fucks you
slowly and deeply at first, in the position of his choice. When he
enters you, you gasp at the sudden, tremendous heat and size of his
penis slipping between your cunt-lips and scraping at your clitoris,
stretching your cunt-lips wide open. Your cunt spasms and cramps and
you arch, moaning, the joy exquisite and intense, one that you never
want to end. Relaxing, you enjoy the ecstasy of his cock sizzling into
your steaming, sodden cunt, squeezing in, arousing your clitoris to
heights you never dreamt of. You caress his chest and shoulders and
back, drag his head down to yours in a kiss, his tongue thrusts into
your hungry mouth, your back bows and arches, your mouth opens as you
moan in lust when his hard, hot penis glides deep into your dripping
cunt, fills you to the brim with his heat, stroking and rolling, his
buttocks clenching and unclenching as he pumps away. To and fro, back
and forth, in and out, his cock moves and swings and swirls and grinds
in your body.
You want it never to end, it is so magnificent, so utterly beautiful.
Your legs have spread wide, risen high to wind behind him and you moan
and cry out and your head flips from side to side and you kiss and
caress him, your mind spinning with the wonder of it all. Your back is
bowing, arching, falling, your body is jerking and snapping, your
breath rattling in incessant moans from your throat, your breasts feel
heavy and turgid, the nipples nut-hard and they jiggle and jog as he
thrusts in harder and deeper and faster, his cock pulsating and
throbbing hot and hard inside you, your cunt spasming and cramping
powerfully on his penis which pistons and strokes and spirals and
jerks up and down over your hips which, in turn, are pumping and
heaving up to his, sucking his cock deep into your lovely body. You
soar up, flying high, and you have entered a never-never world of lust
and heat. Your body is hot and flushed and your hands are on your
swollen breasts, fondling and squeezing them ecstatically and you moan
his name over and over again in obscene litany as he takes you
masterfully. He fucks you and fucks you and fucks you till at last you
come, stars exploding in your head, your body shaking and shuddering
and arching and bowing stiff, trembling with the sweet, ecstatic
release.
But he won't lose his own control and sate you with his seed just yet,
for he's a master at turning women into sluts in his bed. And you are
a slut, one big cunt from head to toe. Your breasts are swollen, the
nipples hurt and your cunt aches, but his cock is still rock-hard  and
he hasn't done with you yet and you want him again and again. He wants
to fuck you for a long, long time still and you cannot refuse him.
As he moves out of you, you gasp at the relief. You're still panting,
and now you are slightly sweaty with the exertion and heat of the sex.
You smell musky and erotic and he loves to have you like this, to turn
you to this state. He wants you from behind and you know what to do.
You turn on your front and offer yourself to him with him kneeling
behind you. This is a wonderful position. Your legs are spread and you
feel his penis at your cunt-lips again, sliding hot and thick between
the creamy lobes of your buttocks. He gasps as he squeezes his cock
into you yet again. Deeper and deeper he goes, till he is embedded to
the hilt inside you. You tremble and moan, shuddering and then your
body takes over control and your hips begin to shake and shudder, jerk
back and forth, back and forth, to and fro, sliding up his cock
length, then grinding down again. Your pretty face arches up and you
moan, eyes closed, mouth open in a wide 'O' of pure, animal lust heat.
He holds your hips and begins to fuck you slowly, thrusting his hips
to and fro, to and fro, to and fro, his cock glorious, thick-veined,
rigid, burning and throbbing inside you. He leans over, squeezes and
fondles your swinging, pendulous, heavily swollen breasts, his hips
slapping against your buttocks, his balls slapping at your buttocks,
his cock rasping and squelching in and out, in and out without
respite. You turn your face over your shoulder, whimpering in lust
and, leaning over, he kisses you deeply.
Your body jerks and rocks on all fours, his hips are pumping faster
and faster and his cock seems even bigger inside you, throbbing and
pushing and probing and pistoning, stroking furiously now, driving you
towards another orgasm. He is magnificent and you feel like a whore,
his cock reaming deep into you, pistoning, pounding, your cunt blazing
as you come again, and this time it is sharper, sweeter, and better
than the first.
But he is still not done with you. Again he slides out of you and
turns on his back. You are groggy and shaken, but you cannot deny him,
you cannot resist. You move over him and, whimpering with lust, bend
your head over his lap and begin sucking his cock. It smells musky and
erotic with your comingled juices and arouses you beyond measure.
Moaning, you lick his hard, flat belly, nuzzle his heavy balls, rub
your breasts over his rampant penis and then take his cock in your
mouth again. The man groans and fucks your mouth slowly, moving your
head up and down over his lap with one hand. When he pulls at you, you
move up and, kneeling astride him, reach for his cock and stuff it
into your sodden slit so that your cunt is impaled by his tool. His
hands are on your lovely buttocks, his finger is at your asshole. He
moves your hips over his cock, round and round, up and down, and you
arch, tossing your head back, sweat trickling between your gorged
breasts, strands of hair clinging damp to the nape of your neck. You
fondle your breasts ecstatically and hiss in pleasure. Then you lean
forward onto your arms, and begin bucking and jerking up and down,
sliding your cunt up and down the shaft of his cock, going on and on
and on. Your face is a vision of lust, your gold and pearl pendant
chain tosses on your chest, your breasts jiggle and he fondles them,
draws you down and sucks on them, teeths your nipples one by one,
flicks them with his tongue, then squeezes both luscious mounds
together and takes them into his mouth. You cry out as the fire
crackles through you.
Now his finger is at your anus and slowly he caresses you there,
inveigles it into your rear channel. This makes you cry out aloud and
bend over and kiss him, your breasts scraping on his hard, sweat tacky
chest. He is bucking under you, tossing you on his lap, making you
moan and gasp and cry out, and you begin to orgasm again and again and
again.
As you shudder through your orgasms moaning like a slut, he arches
deep under you and stiffens and quivers in your cunt. And then, and
then, the true wonder of it makes you gasp with shock and awe when you
feel the hard, hot, sticky spurt of his jizz spuming into your
dripping cunt, gobs and dribbles of it crawling over your thighs,
flooding your cunt dam.
When it is done, you get off him, but you are overwhelmed and you
cannot resist him. You take his sticky cock in your mouth again and
begin to suck off his gunk, giddy with the odour of comingled coital
juices of his gonads. You cup his balls, rub them, suck him deeply,
sensually, caressing your face with it, jerking him.
He is a man all right for he comes erect shortly and now you want only
to taste his seed in your mouth, to swallow his cum, and he lets you
suck him off till he comes again, deep in your throat.
Think of me then; for it will have been me, and with both know it and
we have both wanted and done just this. Me fucking you ... my cock in
your cunt, in your mouth, between your breasts ... your lips and
tongue on my penis ... my tongue in your cunt, on your breasts ...
your body mine, you are mine; and then another man takes my place, and
yet another, and your joy is boundless.
Write and tell me if it is still like this with you. Does Ramesh watch
you with other men as I used to? Have you let him explore the wondrous
depths and tension of your anus with his cock? How often does he fuck
you? Do you watch him fornicate, and do you have orgies? If you have
taken any photographs and videos, please send me copies.
This day is special. If possible, spend it in bed with a lover,
preferrably several. And, as they fuck you slowly and heavily and
deeply, and as their thick cocks run in and out of her cunt, and their
hard, hot bodies bend with yours, as their lips and tongues touch your
breasts and cunt and ass, think of one who loved you in all your
moods, one who knew your mind and body better than anyone else did or
will ... one who still loves you in every way a man can love a woman
... think of me, Dipti ... and have a great birthday.
Lots of love, and much lust.- Jayant
                                = o =
24 November
Dear Jayant,
Thanks for your letter of the 20th. All that you say is true, and
more. I enjoyed reading it immensely, as did Ramesh. It was a great
turn-on and, after we finished, we fucked feverishly. You'll be happy
to know that Ramesh shares our attitude to sex. He fornicates
incessantly, though he doesn't much like Caucasian women. He says he
prefers Hispanic and black women (and, of course, Indians!) -
apparently, their cunts are a tighter fit! I've never heard such
rubbish, and I've told him so, but he insists. Oh well, that's the
male of the species for you. Fortunately, where we live, his
preferences don't pose too much of a problem because there are enough
Indian women around, and some of them are not only very sexy, but are
more than willing to have a handsome lover. We have found a good group
of friends and often have swap-parties or orgies. The orgies are the
most fun. We run the steamiest video we can find, often a home-made
film of one of us and, watching it, everyone gets together with
everyone else. I have not yet shown my personal videos and photos made
at Hedon & Venery to anyone except Ramesh. We plan to do so soon. But
he adores them and says they are the biggest turn-on ever! He
especially likes seeing me with the big, black studs - he says he has
never seen anything so sexy in his life. He is not in the least bit
jealous, thank heaven. Of course, had I detected even a hint of it in
him, I'd never have married him or, having married him, would have
left him without a second's hesitation. With my past and all the
wonderful fucking I've shared with so many men, it would be
intolerable to have to live a life without it. I cherish my sexual
freedom to abandon it for something as piffling as marriage.
You ask why I married at all, and why Ramesh. Well, the second is
easier to answer than the first. Ramesh because he was there and he
was - is - terrific in bed. We fucked the first night we met, when I
was introduced to him at a friend's house. You know I came here for a
vacation - basically to enjoy some quality sex at Hedon & Venery's
various American establishments. One evening when I was free I went to
a party and met Ramesh. We went back to his bachelor apartment, a
lovely little studio-loft in the Village that he shares with two other
guys. First Ramesh and I fucked, and this took several hours. He has a
great cock - not nearly as incredible as yours, but then you, darling,
have always been the exception rather than the rule. Still, it's more
than satisfying, a good nine inches long or more, and correspondingly
thick. He has a lot of experience and knew how to contain himself so
we were able to fuck for a long time. I sucked his cock till he
creamed in my face. Then he licked my slit, and we sixty-nined. Then
we fucked and he took me from top, then from behind, then with me on
top.
We were still at it when his room-mates returned. The studio has no
bedrooms, just one big hall, and there was no way to hide. As it
turned out, there was no need to. For a moment, Ramesh hesitated and
then I kept moving and he understood and so did they. They joined us
and Ramesh moved aside so that they could fuck me one by one. When
that was done, I took them in pairs, and, finally, as you've so often
watched me to, all three together, in my cunt, mouth and asshole. It
was pure heaven, and somewhat freakishly, they all came together so
that I had this great load of jizz spurting simultaneously into my
slit, up my butt and down my throat.
That did it, I think. Ramesh proposed to me later and, for some odd
reason, I said yes. I think I was just tired of the restrictions that
living in India places on the public face of my sexual freedom. Here,
I do as I please and no one cares. There, I had to make sure that my
family didn't know, that if I fucked one set of servants, the other,
who worked for my aunt, remained oblivious and so on. Also, the need
to keep a distance at work, and to separate my work at Hedon & Venery
from the litigation. I know I should have asked for your opinion, but
I took it for granted you wouldn't mind, that you'd understand. You
always have, and for this I'll always be grateful. More than a lover,
which you were, you were first and foremost my closest friend. I did
write, if you recall, and we spoke on the telephone, and I cried
because I was leaving so much, but most of all you.
Anyway, all that's in the past now. I am well settled here, and
enjoying my marriage and I have my fill of lovers.
Ramesh does enjoy watching me to do it live - he has taken several
photographs and videos, and I'm sending you copies with this letter.
Tell me what you think. Incidentally, he wants to know whether he
could call at Hedon & Venery and sample some of the cunt-stock when we
visit next.
Keep in touch. Lots of love - and I miss you and your body and your
cock.
Dipti
                                = o =
30 December
Dear Dipti, Ramesh:
What a wonderful surprise! The photographs and videos were
exceptionally fine. I really enjoyed the one of Dipti with that huge
black stud with the monster cock and, most of all, the sequences where
he fucks Dipti from behind and then in the ass before creaming in her
mouth - you've really caught every nuance of her lust for it, Ramesh!
And for heavens' sake, don't be silly! Both of you have a carte
blanche at Hedon & Venery when you visit. No charges, all on the
house! We expect to lay in some fine new stock in the next couple of
months. The girls are exceptional and the men are among the finest
studs we have yet. Perhaps you should expedite your plans for a visit.
Listen, I have a suggestion. Hedon & Venery has divisions in New York
and Philadelphia. We need a Branch Manager for the Manhattan section,
someone to supervise the housekeeping and so on. Would you like to
take it on, Dipti? The pay is fabulous, as usual, and more if you
choose to do shop-floor work, which is entirely up to you. They have
live shows each Friday, a monthly skin magazine and do one sex-film
every two months. If Ramesh wants to work in the photo/film studios,
we'd be only too happy to have him. Please let me know as I have to
get things rolling and make alternative arrangements if you decline.
- Jayant
                                = o =
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
                          HEDON & VENERY INC
                     In Copulo Omnimodis, Veritas
                          Manhattan Section
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Memo Date : December 1
>From      : IK, Bureau Chief
To        : JL, CEO
======================================================================
Dear JL:
You’ll be happy to know that the new arrangements with Dipti and her
husband Ramesh have worked out very well indeed. It has put us streets
ahead of the competition which, as you know, in NY is fierce.
Dipti took charge of the housekeeping and customer-relations divisions
at the Vandam unit in mid-November. Within 2 weeks, she showed
results, and collections and attendance improved dramatically. After
consulting our chief of staff, I asked her to handle the Manhattan,
Jersey and Pennsylvania sections as well. She has returned excellent
results in each and will soon be adding Boston to her
responsibilities. We plan to have her take over the Atlantic City
operations by early January. She has ambitious plans and gets them
executed on time. Already, she has earned herself a great deal of
respect and admiration.
Unlike her predecessors, she is a true leader. If Dipti wants to try
something new, she first experiments on herself. Her innovative ideas
for shows and client services went down very well with both the staff
and the clients, principally since she did the first few shows
herself. Also, she serves time regularly at the bordello just like any
of the others, so she is very much one of them. The earlier structure
which was unnecessarily hierarchical has been jettisoned in favour of
a more relaxed and informal group-level, staff-participation method
which is far more profitable. As a whore, Dipti has high demand, which
she is careful to retain by being extremely selective about her
clientele and very expensive. A recent customer-satisfaction survey
puts her at the head of the list. A hard copy is being couriered
separately, while the main database and results have already been
transmitted through the computer networks.
Also in transmission are the video and photo results of Dipti at work,
which are excellent and very dramatic. I especially recommend 'Hard At
Work' the superb video sequence (reproduced in this month's
centre-spread as a special feature) of Dipti being fucked by a
succession of men in different workplaces. The feature of her with the
black security agent is astonishingly fine. In keeping with our
international standards, nothing has been faked for the camera.
Ramesh's work, too, has been of exceptionally fine quality. Currently,
he is a designated lead stud on several pornographic movies and for
still photo shoots. He is a skilled and athletic lover with
considerable staying power. We have begun hiring him out as a
high-priced gigolo, serving the eastern and central regions
(initially; we have had requests from the Bay area, the Los Angeles
basin and Portland, Oregon, recently). Ramesh has a problem with the
average white female, unless he is sufficiently pepped. Incessant
usage of high-potency aphrodisiacs has been discontinued, pending
verification by Nirav and you during your forthcoming visit. In
consequence, Ramesh has been reserved for the Asian/South Asian/Middle
Eastern female segments, where he performs well. Customer surveys
indicate a high repeat-request factor, which augurs well for his
future.
For himself, he has indicated a desire to turn to the more creative
side of pornography. We permitted him to work on a few film shoots and
still sessions. His results were surprisingly good. Pending a review
by you when you visit next month, we propose to move him from active
field work to the creative section. This, of course, needs your
approval and sanction and the item has been placed on the agenda which
will be circulated by this time tomorrow.
On the question of fresh stock, I fear that we have not had the level
of recruitment, both in quantity and quality that demand requires. I
suspect it is the fear of AIDS that is driving away potential
recruits. This is a serious problem and one that has now begun to
affect existing male recruitment, too. It needs to be addressed on a
priority basis. For the time being, we are managing with personnel
seconded from the Canadian and West European regional offices. Since
they, too, were hard pressed, we have had to compensate them. While
this is purely an internal arrangement and does not affect overall
group revenue, it has serious repercussions on cash-flow and liquidity
problems. We urgently require an infusion of fresh material to keep up
with demand. This problem is shared by Copenhagen, Stockholm, Dahran,
Hamburg, Rotterdam, Montreal, San Francisco, Dallas, Chicago, Los
Angeles, Honolulu and Toronto. Only London, Paris, Geneva and
Amsterdam seem to have spare manpower. South Asia remains the single
largest reservoir of viable new recruitment. Last year, we had Sayali,
Sonali and Shirlyn on temporary furloughs. This practice should be
repeated. They were very successful and certainly eased the pressure.
Please consider this. We can discuss it in detail when we meet.
Please ask Harsha to confirm your travel itinerary. Please also
indicate any special requests and reservations you may require. The
usual arrangements for the private jet and use of the company's
resorts have already been made. I have also taken the liberty of
short-listing some of our new recruits for your pleasure. Should you
require any further assistance, please call. I look forward to some
glorious fucking in your company soon!