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The Bollywood Boyfriend
Scenario:Devika and Kumala had been practicing for months, their hearts set on making it big in the world of Bollywood. They were both young, beautiful, and filled with talent. As the day of their audition approached, they could barely contain their excitement and nerves. They knew that this was their chance to prove themselves, to show the world what they were made of.The day of the audition finally arrived, and Devika, a shy and traditional Hindu girl, donned a modest Indian saree, her heart pounding in her chest. Kumala, her best friend, wore a similar outfit, her eyes sparkling with excitement as they made their way to the audition venue. As they walked in, they could feel the energy in the air, the excitement and anticipation of the other hopefuls palpable.
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Devika
She is a young aspiring actress from a traditional Hindu family in Mumbai. She is shy, dedicated, and determined. Devika has been practicing dance for years, inspired by her mother's encouragement. She finds solace in dance, as it allows her to express herself freely. Despite her family's expectations of becoming a housewife, she dreams of fame in Bollywood. Her best friend Kumala supports her, and together they face the challenges of their dream careers with courage and perseverance.
Kumala
She is Devika's best friend and fellow aspiring actress from a similar background. She is outgoing, supportive, and adventurous. Kumala shares Devika's passion for dance and acting, often encouraging Devika to overcome her shyness. She has a carefree attitude and enjoys socializing, balancing her career aspirations with friendship. Like Devika, Kumala faces familial pressure but remains focused on her goals. Her lively nature and friendship with Devika help them navigate their struggles and stay motivated.
"Are you sure we are going to make it big?"
I asked Kumala, my best friend, as I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
"Yes, of course," Kumala replied.
"We have been practicing for years and we know that we have the talent. All we need is a little luck and we will make it big in Bollywood."
I smiled at Kumala as she adjusted my saree.
I had always dreamed of becoming a famous actor in Bollywood.
Ever since I was a little girl, I would watch all the movies with my mother and try to imitate the dance moves.
My mother would watch me and smile, and every now and then, she would even join me and teach me some of the traditional steps.
As I grew older, my passion for acting and dancing never faded.
I convinced my parents to let me take classes, and every day after school, I would rush off to my dance teacher to learn all the different styles of dance.
I knew that if I wanted to make it big in Bollywood, then I had to be perfect.
Kumala was also learning dance, just like me.
She was my best friend and we would spend hours practicing together.
We would also watch all the new movie releases and try to guess how the actors would have acted in certain scenes.
I stood before the judges, my heart beating rapidly as I explained what I was going to perform.
The panel nodded, their faces remaining neutral as I spoke.
"I will be performing a traditional dance," I said.
"It is based on the theme of Holi, which is an Indian festival where people throw colored powders at each other."
The judges nodded again, and I could see that they were intrigued by my choice.
I walked to the center of the room and positioned myself in front of the judges.
My feet were planted firmly on the wooden floor, and I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.
The music began to play, and I recognized the familiar beats of a traditional song from my childhood.
My hands trembled slightly as I raised them, but I focused on the rhythmic tabla drums that filled the room.
I thought of my mother teaching me these moves in our living room, correcting my steps with a gentle touch.
The first twirl began, and my saree flowed around me like a rainbow.
As I twirled, my eyes caught the judges' expressions.
One of them leaned forward in their seat, scribbling something on a notepad.
My heart sank slightly, wondering if they were already judging me harshly.
The music continued to play, and I pushed aside my doubts.
I had practiced this dance countless times, and I knew every move by heart.
Each step was a tribute to my mother's teachings, and I wanted to make her proud.
As the song reached its climax, I spun faster, my movements becoming more fluid and graceful.
The music ended with a final note, and I came to a stop in a perfect pose.
Breathing heavily from the exertion, I bowed my head respectfully towards the judges.
The room fell silent for a moment before the head judge spoke up.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice firm but polite.
"I don't think your dance is impressive enough."
My stomach dropped at his words, but I forced myself to smile graciously.
"Thank you for the opportunity," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
After the audition, I walked out of the building with Kumala.
The streets of Mumbai were bustling with activity, and the sounds of car horns and chatter filled the air.
We found a quiet corner near a street food vendor and sat down to discuss our next steps.
"That was not what I expected," I said, my mind still reeling from the judge's words.
"I thought I had prepared well enough."
Kumala nodded sympathetically.
"Sometimes it's not just about preparation. It's about what they're looking for at that moment."
I sighed, feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration.
"I guess you're right."
Suddenly, a man approached us, his eyes scanning us up and down.
"Excuse me," he said, his voice smooth and confident.
"I'm one of the judges from the audition. I wanted to talk to you about your performance."
My heart skipped a beat as I recognized him as the head judge.
"Yes, of course," I replied, trying to compose myself.
"I think you have potential," he said, his gaze lingering on me for a moment too long.
"But you need to be more... provocative."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as he spoke.
"What do you mean?"
I asked cautiously. "I mean that you need to be more daring in your performances," he replied, his voice dripping with suggestion.
"You need to make people want to watch you."
I exchanged a glance with Kumala, who seemed equally uneasy.
"I understand what you're saying," I said slowly.
"But I'm not comfortable with that."
The judge smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Comfort is not an option in this industry," he said.
"If you want to make it big, then you need to be willing to take risks."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving us stunned in his wake.
"What was that all about?" Kumala asked me, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't know," I replied, my mind racing with thoughts and doubts.
"But I think we need to be careful. This industry can be unpredictable."
As we walked away from the audition venue, Kumala suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"You know what? Maybe we should consider his suggestion," she said, her voice filled with excitement.
"What do you mean?"
I asked cautiously. "I mean that maybe we should perform a Kamasutra dance," she replied matter-of-factly.
I stared at her, my eyes wide with disbelief.
"A Kamasutra dance? Are you serious?"
Kumala nodded, her smile widening.
"Think about it. It's a traditional Indian dance that is all about sensuality and passion. It would be perfect for what the judge was talking about."
I shook my head, my mind racing with doubts.
"I don't know, Kumala. I'm not comfortable with that kind of thing."
Kumala sighed, her expression turning serious.
"Listen, we have been trying to make it in this industry for years now. We have done everything by the book and we have gotten nowhere. Maybe it's time we take a risk and do something different."
I hesitated for a moment, my thoughts swirling in my head.
"I guess you're right," I said finally.
"But what exactly does a Kamasutra dance entail?"
Kumala grinned mischievously.
"Well, for starters, we would need to wear very revealing clothing," she said.
"And then we would need to perform certain... movements that are suggestive of intimacy."
I blushed at her words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.
"I see," I said slowly.
"And you really think this is a good idea?"
Kumala nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes, I do. And besides, it's not like we would be doing anything explicit or inappropriate. It's just a dance." I nodded, my mind still reeling from the idea.
"Okay, let's do it," I said finally.
"But if it doesn't work out, then we go back to our original plan."
Kumala grinned triumphantly.
"That's the spirit," she said.
"Now let's get started on planning our Kamasutra dance."
We sat down at a small café near the audition venue and ordered some chai to calm our nerves.
As we sipped our drinks, Kumala began to explain the details of the dance.
"We will need to wear very revealing clothing," she said matter-of-factly.
"Something that shows off our bodies and leaves little to the imagination."
I blushed at her words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
"Okay," I said slowly.
"And what about the movements? What kind of movements will we need to do?"
Kumala smiled mischievously.
"Oh, that's the fun part," she said.
"We will need to do movements that are suggestive of intimacy. You know, like touching each other and rubbing against each other."
I blushed at her words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
"Okay, let's get started," Kumala said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
We walked into a small dance studio that we had rented for the day.
The room was dimly lit, with mirrors lining one wall and a wooden floor that creaked beneath our feet.
We stood facing each other, our bodies clad in tight, revealing clothing that left little to the imagination.
Kumala was wearing a s##y black bikini top and a pair of low-rise shorts that barely covered her b##m.
I was wearing a red bra top and a pair of tight-fitting pants that hugged my curves in all the right places.
"Okay, let's start with the basics," Kumala said, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
"We need to make sure that our movements are s###l and s####e. We want to make the audience feel like they are watching something intimate and personal."
I nodded, my heart racing with excitement.
"Okay, let's do this."
We began to move our bodies in time with the music, our hips swaying back and forth as we touched each other s#####y.
I stumbled over my own feet at first, feeling self-conscious and unsure of myself.
But Kumala was more confident, her body moving fluidly as she guided me through the dance. "Remember to keep your movements slow and s###l," Kumala said, her voice filled with encouragement.
"And don't be afraid to touch each other. The more i###e we can make it look, the better."
I nodded, my heart racing with excitement.
As we continued to dance, I began to feel more comfortable in my own skin.
I started to let go of my inhibitions and allow myself to fully immerse in the moment.
The music was sensual and seductive, and it seemed to match the rhythm of our bodies perfectly.
As we danced, I could feel the heat building between us.
It was as if we were lost in our own little world, where nothing else mattered except for the two of us.
We paused occasionally to adjust our positions or to discuss how we could make the dance even more p#####e without crossing too far over the line.
But for the most part, we allowed ourselves to get lost in the moment and enjoy the experience. As we continued to practice the dance, I could feel myself becoming more comfortable with it.
I started to relax into my own body and allow myself to fully express my s####y.
We knew this was a gamble, but it was one we were finally ready to take.
I stood nervously in the audition room, adjusting the half-saree that I was wearing.
Kumala was standing next to me, wearing a similar outfit.
We had been instructed to wear minimal clothing and no undergarments, as this was a requirement for the Kamasutra dance.
The judges walked into the room, their eyes scanning us up and down.
I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of nerves and self-consciousness.
The music began to play, and we started to dance.
Our movements were fluid and sensual, our bodies swaying in time with the rhythm.
We touched each other suggestively, our hands running over each other's skin in a way that was both intimate and provocative.
As we danced, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I was nervous about how the judges would react to our performance, but I also knew that we had put everything into it. The head judge watched us intently, his eyes following our every move.
Occasionally, he nodded his head or made a note on his pad of paper.
I tried to focus on my movements and ignore the feeling of being watched, but it was difficult.
I stood beside Kumala, my half-saree clinging to my body as we practiced the K####a dance.
My voice was a whisper, my focus solely on the movements of my body.
Our b###s swayed with the rhythm of the music, the fabric of our sarees barely covering them.
Kumala's eyes met mine, and I could see the encouragement in them.
I mimicked her movements, trying to push past my discomfort and fully immerse myself in the dance.
The music guided us, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
As we finished a set, I caught my breath and adjusted my saree.
"Do you really think this will change their minds?" I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty.
Kumala nodded confidently. "They won't be able to look away; that's the point."
I hesitated, glancing at the judges. "And if they still say no?"
She shrugged, her smile unwavering.
"Then we go back to the drawing board."
I finished adjusting my saree, feeling the sweat trickle down my skin beneath the thin fabric.
Kumala and I stood side by side, our breaths heavy from the exertion of the dance.
I glanced at the judges, trying to read their expressions.
They were silent, their faces giving away nothing.
Kumala nudged me gently, her eyes urging me to speak.
I mustered my courage and spoke softly, "We hope we did well. Please tell us how we can improve."
After the judges' feedback, the head judge, nodding slowly, complimented our passion and dedication.
He led us to a private room, his words hanging in the air like a promise of something more.
As we followed him down the dimly lit hallway, I clutched Kumala's hand tightly, seeking reassurance.
The room was small and intimate, with a plush sofa and a single chair.
The head judge gestured for us to sit on the sofa while he took the chair opposite us.
He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine, and began to speak.
"I think you two have great potential," he said, his voice smooth and persuasive.
"I can see that you are passionate about your craft and willing to push boundaries."
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Kumala remained calm and composed beside me, her eyes fixed intently on the head judge. "I have some ideas that could help you both," he continued.
"Ideas that could take your careers to new heights."
He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in.
"But I need to know if you are willing to take a chance," he said, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.
I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat.
I glanced at Kumala, who gave me a reassuring smile.
"We are willing to consider your proposal," she said confidently.
The head judge nodded, his smile widening.
"Good," he said.
"Now, let's talk about what I have in mind."
I sat nervously on the sofa, my transparent saree barely covering my body.
The head judge's eyes lingered on me, and I could feel his gaze like a physical touch.
Kumala squeezed my hand reassuringly, her eyes locked on the head judge.
He leaned forward, his voice low and husky.
"I want to see how far you two are willing to go," he said.
"I want you to seduce me right here, right now."
I gasped, my heart racing in my chest.
I glanced at Kumala, who nodded encouragingly.
I swallowed hard and slowly got up from the sofa.
I walked over to the head judge and stood in front of him, my body trembling with anticipation.
He looked up at me, his eyes filled with desire.
I took a deep breath and leaned down close to him, my lips brushing against his ear.
"I will do anything for you," I whispered s#####y.
He groaned with pleasure and reached out to touch me. My skin tingled as his fingers grazed against me, sending shivers down my spine.
I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the moment, letting him touch me wherever he wanted.
Kumala watched intently as I seduced the head judge.
She was ready to intervene if necessary, but she trusted that I could handle myself.
As I continued to seduce him, I could feel his d##e growing stronger with each passing moment.
I knew that I had him under my control now, and there was no turning back.
The head judge's breathing became heavier as he watched me move closer to him.
His eyes were fixed on my body, his gaze burning with d##e.
I could feel his hands reaching out to touch me, but I pulled away just in time.
"Please," he begged, his voice filled with longing. "No," I replied firmly. "You have to prove that you are worthy of this."
He nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Anything," he said. "Just please don't stop."
I smiled slyly as I leaned in closer to him. "Okay," I said softly. "But you have to follow my rules."
He nodded again, his face filled with anticipation. "Yes," he said eagerly. "Anything you want."
I leaned in even closer until our lips were almost touching. "Good," I whispered. "Then let's begin."
I moved closer to the head judge, my heart pounding in my chest.
Kumala and I began our slow, teasing dance, swaying our hips in time with the music.
Our half-sarees barely covered us, and we made sure to keep our movements c####d and s####e.
The head judge watched us intently, his eyes following every movement of our bodies.
His gaze lingered on our n##d b###s as they swayed to the rhythm of the music.
I whispered instructions to Kumala, making sure that we stayed in sync with each other.
As we danced, I locked eyes with the head judge, orchestrating every move with a calculated grace that left him mesmerized and yearning for more.
His eyes were glazed with desire as we expertly maintained the upper hand, ensuring he remained captivated yet aware of our dominance.
We guided him through the dance, making it clear who was in charge.
I watched, my heart racing, as Kumala leaned in and kissed the head judge passionately.
Her words echoed in my mind: "Do whatever it takes to succeed."
The head judge's hands moved with a practiced finesse over Kumala's body, yet she deftly orchestrated every touch, ensuring he remained enthralled by her allure.
I stood frozen in place, torn between our dreams and the reality of the situation.
Kumala broke the kiss and turned to me with a determined look in her eyes.
She took my hand and pulled me closer to the head judge.
"Devika, it's your turn," she whispered firmly in my ear.
I hesitated for a moment before stepping forward.
The head judge's lips brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
As his lips touched mine, I paused for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest.
Kumala's grip on my hand tightened, urging me forward.
I closed my eyes and let his warm breath wash over me, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.
Slowly, I leaned in, my lips brushing against his.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of thrill and fear.
I deepened the kiss, pressing my n##d b##t against his.
Kumala watched intently, her expression unreadable.
"Devika," Kumala whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
"Remember why we're doing this."
I nodded slightly, breaking the kiss just enough to catch my breath and refocus on our shared goal.
I pulled back from the head judge, my breath heavy and labored.
Kumala's eyes were fixed on me, her gaze intense and unwavering.
The head judge reached out to touch me again, but I stepped away, my hands shaking slightly.
Kumala moved closer to me, her eyes locked on mine.
She didn't say a word, but her gaze urged me to continue.
I hesitated for a moment, torn between our dreams and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.
Slowly, I let the head judge guide me back into his embrace.
My body tensed as he pulled me closer to him.
His lips found their way to my neck, and a gasp escaped my lips.
My hands fisted in his hair as he kissed and licked my c###e. Kumala nodded in approval as I allowed him to continue his exploration of my body.
His lips traced a path down my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
I whispered, "Let's finish this," and surrendered to his embrace.
His hands roamed over my back, sending shivers down my spine.
Kumala leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.
"I want him to do more than this," she whispered.
I nodded, my resolve hardening.
I guided his hands lower, feeling his fingers brush against my skin.
The head judge's breath quickened as his grip on my waist tightened.
Kumala watched intently, her eyes urging me to continue.
I turned to face him fully, pressing my body against his.
My movements were deliberate and slow, calculated to tease and tantalize.
As his lips found mine again, I felt a mix of fear and determination.
Kumala's voice cut through the haze, firm and resolute.
I grabbed Kumala's hand and guided it to his body.
She began to c##s him, her movements expertly t###g.
His groans filled the air as he broke our kiss and turned his attention to Kumala.
His hands roamed over my body, rustling my one-piece saree.
He grabbed my naked b##t and softly p###d my n###s, sending a surge of a###l through me.
Kumala leaned into his kisses, her eyes locked with mine for reassurance.
I nodded slightly, giving her the signal to continue.
We maintained control, using our touches and movements to keep him engaged but at a distance.
I whispered to Kumala, "Let's get down to his k#e and unzip his p##s."
We both knelt before the judge, our hands trembling slightly as we reached for his z##r.
Kumala gave me a reassuring nod, and I took a deep breath, focusing on maintaining control.
As we unzipped his pants, I felt a mix of fear and determination.
Kumala's hand squeezed mine, a silent reminder that we were in this together.
We proceeded slowly, our movements deliberate and calculated.
Kumala whispered urgently, "Remember, this is just a performance."
I nodded, trying to steady my breathing. "We have to make him believe we're committed."
The head judge's eyes darkened with d##e as he watched us, completely captivated by our act.
I leaned in closer to Kumala, my voice a whisper.
L##s make him c#m.
We began our b###b on the head judge, our movements slow and deliberate.
My hands trembled slightly, but I focused on the task at hand, following Kumala's lead.
She nodded at me, her eyes locked on mine, offering silent encouragement.
We took turns, maintaining a slow and deliberate pace to keep him under our control.
The head judge's breathing grew heavier as we worked together.
His eyes were fixed on us, his gaze filled with desire.
Kumala squeezed my hand reassuringly as we continued our task.
After our teasing dance, the head judge's excitement reached its peak.
Kumala leaned close to me, her lips brushing against my ear.
"Let's make him c#m," she whispered.
I nodded, maintaining control as we continued our slow and deliberate movements.
The head judge's breathing grew heavier, his body tensing with p###e.
As he reached his climax, Kumala and I pulled back slightly, our eyes locked on his.
We maintained control, ensuring he understood that we were in charge.
I pulled away completely, my eyes locked on his.
Kumala's hand rested on my shoulder, a silent signal of our unity and strength.
We continued our dance, moving in sync as the head judge reached his c##x.
Kumala whispered softly, "Now's the time to seal the deal."
I nodded, my voice steady as I addressed the head judge, "We hope our performance met your expectations."
He caught his breath, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "You've certainly made an impression," he replied, his tone laced with admiration.
As we moved closer to the head judge, I whispered to Kumala, "Let's discuss our next move."
I lay down near him, with my e##c move.
I adjusted my saree s###y, hinting at more and revealing my w#t m##d.
Kumala and I exchanged glances, silently agreeing on our strategy.
The judge's eyes followed my movements, he c#e closer to my m##d and work with his t##e. It's the first time a man g#t under me with an unusual sensation much different w#h work of my f##r.
We make sure he got what he wants.
Kumala stepped forward, engaging him with her hands, caressing him while I submit to his o#l j#b.
After setting boundaries with the head judge, I stepped back, my heart still racing.
Kumala and I stood in the private room, our eyes locked on the head judge.
He watched us intently, his gaze filled with desire.
"Let's continue our dance," he said, his voice low and husky.
We exchanged a hesitant glance before nodding in agreement.
As we began to dance again, the head judge stepped closer, his hands reaching out to touch us.
I subtly shifted away, maintaining a safe distance while keeping my movements seductive.
Kumala intervened, pulling me back into position and continuing our dance routine.
We finished the dance, standing firm and united.
I looked at the head judge, my expression clear: we controlled our boundaries.
Kumala leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "We need something more than just promises," she said, her eyes sharp and focused. The head judge nodded slowly, a calculating look crossing his face. "I can offer you a contract," he replied, his tone serious.
I hesitated as my fingers brushed against the judge's arm, Kumala standing close behind me.
The judge leaned in, expecting more, but I stepped back, my heart racing.
Kumala's hand rested on my shoulder, a silent reassurance.
I glanced at her, then back at the judge, my voice firm.
"Our dance is our art, not a tool for your desires."
He smirked, his gaze lingering on us.
"We'll see about that," he said, his tone laced with challenge.
Kumala and I turned away, walking out of the room together.