I’m Ramu, from the south, particularly from a remote village near the Andhra border. I did my schooling and college in my hometown, so I wasn’t much exposed to the so-called modern culture that was practised in metro cities. I’m 6’1 with a decent lean build, thanks to my ancestors for the genes.
I’m dark skinned, just like most of the village boys. Just after finishing my college, I got a job in a decent MNC. I had to move to Pune. The package was decent enough for the time, so I readily accepted it, and I shifted. There was a decent apartment, 1bhk. I rented for around 1/3 of my salary per month.
For the first year, I worked my ass off for the company for a minimal year-end hike and average appraisal, I had no other options, as I had just started to grow my career. I started using the apartment gymnasium in the forenoon hours because I had only night shifts.
Forenoon was very free, with always fewer than 2 to 3 gym users. I had completed almost 2 years in the company with no excitement or benefits. The rent also went up a few thousand rupees in the last year. I was eagerly waiting to switch companies with a reasonable hike.
On a fine Tuesday, at around 10 am, I just entered the gym. I found a good-looking lady in her early 40s using the treadmill. There was another uncle who was cycling. As usual, I removed my t-shirt and started working out in my gym vest and shorts.
The lady was so attractive that I saw her a few times, keeping in mind not to disturb her in any way possible. When I was doing chest exercises, I caught the lady looking at me 2 times and giving a pleasant smile. I too smiled back and continued my exercises.
She was not so fat, around 5’8, decently fair, and was wearing a loose t-shirt and yoga pants. I have rarely seen a lady that tall. After half an hour, I finished my exercises and went to use the treadmill. The lady had now finished using the treadmill and was sitting on a bench next to it.
As I went to use the treadmill, she smiled at me again. I smiled back and got on the treadmill and started jogging. She didn’t stay there long after that. I finished my jogging and left the gym for a good sleep.
The next day at 10, I entered the gym, where nobody was there. I started my training. In about 10 minutes, the same lady came in, smiled at me and started warming up. When I finished my training and went for the treadmill, she came and took the next treadmill, which was just next to mine.
As we were jogging next to each other,
The lady: Are you Tamil?!
Me: No, aunty, I’m from Andhra. But I know Tamil. You?
The lady: I’m Tamil. How come you know the language?
Me: I’m from the border, so I know both languages very well.
The lady: Oh! That’s nice.
She switched from English to Tamil now.
The lady: Are you working?
Me: Yes, aunty, IT. You?
The lady: I’m into modelling.
Me: That’s so nice.
The lady: You look so handsome!
I didn’t expect this within 10 minutes of chatting. So, I was taken aback for a second.
Me: Thanks, aunty. You too.
The lady: So, no work?
Me: I do night shifts usually. So no work now!
The lady: That must be hectic!
Me: Exactly. But there’s no other way!
The lady: What’s your name?!
Me: Ramu, aunty. Yours?
The lady: Maya. Mayalakhsmi.
Me: Ok.
And we chatted for a while and left the gym together, she said she’s there for a month’s stay and her flat is in the opposite block to mine. We greeted each other and left. Nothing much happened that day, but she looked better than the previous day.
This went on for a week. Maya aunty and I met at the gym every day and chatted about random stuff. We became closer, and I suggested some fitness ideas that she liked. One day, I was roaming around the park in my apartment, and I met Maya aunty there.
She was also walking to kill time. We started walking together. She was wearing a red sleeveless blouse and a white saree with big earrings and loose hair. Her breasts must be around 38 atleast, a slimmer waist and an equally attractive back with a graceful curve. I have seen her only in sweaty gym dresses before, but then, she was like an angel without wings. She was gorgeous and curvy. No wonder she said she’s into modelling. By that time, we had become so close that I came to know she was a divorcee and had no children. I too shared my part, which was quite boring. She often said that I have a nice build and an unusual, attractive face. Compliments are so usual at the time between the two of us.
We sat down on a bench as it was around 6.30 pm and started getting dark. She asked about my salary and other personal things about my family, which I had never disclosed to her till then. She listened patiently when I was ranting about my story of night shifts and not enough salary for the city standards. She consoled me and started her side of the sad story on why she got divorced. She said her husband grew possessive of her because of her modelling, and she couldn’t deliver a baby for 7 years. Although she didn’t cry, she was very sad and recovered quickly, saying she’s very happy now and getting a handful of pay, enjoying her single life just like she was before marriage.
As I grew darker, we left the park with a goodnight.
The next day, I met her just outside the gym, and we went to work out together as usual. I removed my t-shirt and started working out with my vest. She, for the first time, was wearing a sleeveless vest and yoga pants. The sleeveless vest was so tight, and the yoga pants showed her full shape of the ass, which was so stiff for a 40-year-old. Her boobs were big and extraordinarily round. We have been training together for almost a week now. That day, when we finished cardio and were about to leave the gym. She stopped me and told me she wanted to talk about something. I waited, and we sat down on the locker room bench.
Maya : Hey Ramu., I wanted to say this to you a few days ago.
Me: Ok, aunty.
Maya: I really felt bad yesterday to hear that you have a tough time here because of your low pay.
Me: Yes. Aunty. What’s it?
Maya: (hesitantly) It’s not because of your need. But we also need a model for the upcoming elite fashion show in the city. Would you be interested?
Me: Modelling? Me? No way. And you are joking, aunty.
Maya: No. Ramu. Our modelling team has very few people now; people are quitting due to marriage, better jobs and other reasons. We are desperately in need of a model now. I will make sure you get decent pay for one show. I promise.
Me: That is not happening, aunty. I’m not used to that.
Maya: That’s no big deal. Everyone’s an amateur there. You can easily fit in, and you have a really good body with nice muscles. You will be perfect, Ramu.
Me: aunty, I’m dark.
Maya: That’s not at all an issue. You are handsome. It will be good for me if I recommend it from my side. And really good for me to have you in my team, we know each other well. You have to do it. I will make sure your pay is atleast 40k for a show.
Me: What’s the pay you said!!!
Maya: 40k per show.
Me: 40k! That seems unreal!
Maya: That’s just starting, Ramu. You come with me and I will take you places. Wait! Is that a yes?
Me: for 40k? Yes aunty. But I’m too shy to do that.
Maya: You don’t worry about that. You’ll get used to it easily. I will help you.
As I was thinking, she hugged me from my sides, which was so refreshing, and I was shocked by that. However, I didn’t react as such. She found that I was uncomfortable. She quickly left the group and said she would take me to the team in two days, and there’s a big event/fashion show coming in 4 days.
I was still shocked by hearing that, but she didn’t wait for me to show that. She quickly left the gym. I followed her and I came to my room. I spent the whole day without sleeping, thinking about the decision I’ve made, questioning my appearance and colour.
The next day, I met her in the gym and we sat down again to discuss this.
Maya: I understand your concerns. But you are way too good-looking for the team, Ramu. Do you want to know the ages of the models in my team?
Me: Yeah. Ok.
Maya: We have one dressmaker lady and a tailor lady. 4 male models and 4 female models, including me, most of them are 35 to 45. Recently, due to previous show demand and feedback, we added a young girl as a model who is 21. She’s also a Tamil. So we have an imbalance for a male model, that’s why you are very important to me, Ramu.
Me: 45? Models? I’m only 25.
Maya: Yes!! That’s the thing! You are so well qualified to be in the team!!
Me: What’s the fashion show about, aunty? Is it for any contest?
Maya: Anything further, I can only tell you if you give your word to join the team.
Me: ok, aunty, I will. Make sure I get paid, please.
Maya: That’s of no issue at all. We are doing a private fashion show for some of the richest business people in India!! This is arranged my them. This is not telecast or recorded. Just a fashion show to entertain the 20 to 30 richest guests in india!
Me: That sounds so strange, aunty!. Is this even a thing?
Maya: This is a very common post-COVID. There are many private modelling teams in India now, like 100s. And they book a modelling team once in a while for the show. We are paid on average for this. I know a team that gets paid in a few lakhs for a show.
Me: hmmmm..
Maya: Our team has me, the new girl Priya, and Reshma, the tailor. We are Tamils. I know you are shy, but you will have a great time, don’t worry.
Me: ok, aunty.
Maya: Great! I will take you there tomorrow evening to the event to design your dresses. The show starts at 9.00 pm sharp.
Me: aunty, but I don’t have any luxury dresses.
Maya: You don’t worry, Ramu. Your dresses will be made there. Reshma will make it in half an hour. She’s a pro.
Me: ok, aunty.
Maya: Rest well. Take off tomorrow. I will meet you at 3.00 at the gate.
This chat gave me a lot of confusion and hesitation. The only good thing was the pay, and it was a private show, so no recording or telecast. We left the gym, and I went to sleep. I took the day off and rested well, as Maya said.
The next evening at around 3, I was waiting at the gate. Maya was there in a minute, and we greeted each other, and she said there would be a cab anytime now. Just like she said, there was a cab, and we got in the rear seat.
She said, ‘The event is very big and friendly, if someone hugs you, be kind to hug them back!’ I said, ‘Okay, aunty. After one hr of travel, we reached a five-star hotel, which for me was the first time entering one.
We got out of the car and took the lift to reach the top floor of the hotel. It was nothing but a giant hall with a lengthy ramp to walk on. There were tables arranged in a dining style with a capacity of approximately 30 people. The ramp was so lengthy, which was almost 40 metres. Lavish decorations all around the hall with LEDs and spotlights, fully air-conditioned and lively.
But I couldn’t see anybody like me, and Maya aunty was walking across it to the backstage area. Maya aunty said her team would be in the backstage rooms, resting or getting ready.
As we entered the backstage room, it was very big with a lot of dresses hanging on the walls, and there were two ladies on sewing machines, stitching some clothes. The young girl was standing in a salwar kameez.
Maya: Hey, Reshma! This is the handsome guy Ramu, I told you about. How’s he?
Reshma, who looked like she was in her late 30s, was wearing a yellow saree, had a voluptuous figure with well-rounded boobs, and had heavy curves. She got up from her chair and came forward to hug me. She was 5’7. She gave me a good hug, which made me feel her boobs firmly against my lower chest, and unexpectedly, she gave me a cheek kiss and started talking in Tamil.
Reshma: Hi Ramu, you look very handsome.
Me: Thanks, aunty.
Reshma: aunty?! Please call me Reshma. By the way, this is sanvi, my assistant.
Sanvi said hi and gave me a hug with a kiss, which was so close to my lips. Sanvi was chubby and fair, about 5’5.
Maya: ok, Ramu, this is our Priya, remember I told you about a new girl in our team?
Me: Yes, aunty.
Maya: Ramu. No aunty here please (laughed)
Priya said hi to me. She was also shy, just like me. She was very lean and about 5.’6 dusky toned and gave me a proper girl look. We shook hands and stood there like nothing had happened.
Maya: ok, Ramu, Priya, Reshma will take care of you from here. I have to go for costume trials. Reshma.. Please make their dresses.
Reshma: Darling, leave it to me!
Maya aunty hugged Reshma, both exchanged cheek kisses, and Maya aunty went inside a room.
There were two rooms at the corner in the backstage area where I was standing. Possibly one for men and one for ladies.
Reshma now quickly finished her work and, with sanvi, came near me and Priya.
Reshma: ok, Ramu. Remove your shirt, I’ve to measure you for the costume.
I was standing there hesitantly when Reshma said this.
Reshma: Ramu, this is so normal, don’t worry, it’s getting late.
Reshma understood my hesitation and immediately called Maya aunty.
Maya aunty came out of the room. I was shocked and froze. She came out of her room in her bra and panties. Maya aunty’s boobs shook as she walked. She had a beautiful navel and thick thighs; she was so tempting and hard to resist. Maya aunty came and stood near me and understood the issue as Rashima explained. I couldn’t help but notice Maya aunty’s huge figure and well-shaped boobs. Her cleavage was very deep and sexy to look at from that distance.
Maya aunty saw me and smiled and whispered, ‘This is very normal here. Please cooperate. This is very normal in modelling.
At the same time, Sanvi, Reshma’s assistant, had already removed Priya’s top, and Priya was already in her bra and pants. Priya had small, perky boobs, a sexy, slim waist, and she was a bit hairy.
I was still in shock, I didn’t notice Maya aunty removing my shirt buttons.
I came to my senses, and Maya aunty took off my shirt completely, leaving me shirtless, just with my pants on.
I saw sanvi standing close between me and Priya, helping her with something.
Reshma and Maya aunty were looking at my muscles and building and complimenting me for that. As sanvi moved away, I was shocked to see Priya in her bra and panties standing just next to me. Priya gave me uncomfortable looks as she was just in her innerwear before a stranger boy she had just met minutes ago.
Reshma was running her hands all over my chest and stomach, explaining to Maya’s aunty about the costume that would look best on me. Sanvi was measuring Priya at various parts, including her breasts, waist and ass. Priya was standing there with her arms held up just like an innocent girl caught in the wrong situation.
Reshma said she will proceed from here, sending Maya aunty back to her room. As Maya aunty walked back to the room, I saw her ass, which was nothing but a work of art. It was so wide and chubby that any man would die for getting a hand on it.
Reshma aunty measured my chest and arms at many places and noted them down. As Reshma was measuring, the male room door opened and a guy came out with just his underwear, maybe in his 40s, he was fair and handsome with a not-so-well-built body. He was 5’6 almost the height of Priya. He came straight to Reshma and enquired about his costume. Reshma said it will be ready in an hour and introduced me and Priya to that guy. He said his name was Sunil and he came forward to hug me. I stepped back a bit, but couldn’t avoid that hug from the 40s guy in his underwear. He then went on to kiss me on the cheek, which I successfully avoided. Reshma and sanvi burst into laughter seeing this. He said he’s sorry and added that he thought I was gay too.
Gay too?! I understood Sunil is gay, and I politely avoided him by telling him I’m not gay. He then hugged Priya, who was also in her inner circle, and gave a short kiss to Priya on her lips. I was shocked to see this, and Priya was too. Though she acted weird, her face showed strange expressions.
Sunil went back to the room, and Reshma explained that Sunil and two more guys in the team are gay. As Reshma was talking to me, I heard sanvi standing next to me say ‘Take off your bra.
The next second, Priya’s hands were reaching for her bra hooks, and her bra fell in a moment. Priya’s boobs were perky and straight with tiny pointed nipples just enough to hold with one hand. As Priya was topless, standing beside me, she gave me a plain look. I gave a weird smile to Priya, not knowing how to react. Priya smiled back and looked away immediately.
‘Take your pants off, ‘ Reshma said to me.
From the moment I entered the room, the amount of shock I was feeling was unusual. If I didn’t take my pants off now, I would look like a nerd or an idiot, considering a girl standing topless beside me.
I removed my shoes and took off my pants and stood just in my underwear. A usual V-type underwear that every boy wears. As 6’1 among the 3 ladies in the room, I was looking like a dark giant.
Reshma kneeled and touched my thighs and legs and felt the muscles and smiled at me. I could see Reshma’s huge cleavage from her low-neck blouse. Reshma measured my legs and thighs. When she measured my inseam length, her left hand touched my underwear, basically my balls. She didn’t act weird, but didn’t adjust. Her hand was firmly against my balls inside my underwear for both legs’ inseam measurements.
Reshma noticed the unusual bulge in my underwear, but I swear I was not hard. My dick was flaccid. I couldn’t get hard in that situation, which gave me unusual shocks from the moment I walked in. The bulge is because of my unusually long dick. Even when it is flaccid, it would be 5 inches. (Remember I thanked my ancestors in the beginning?)