Mrs. Vanshika came & sat before her laptop screen in a dejected mood. The news that Only Fans had decided to ban explicit contents had dropped just then, and it hit her mood hard.
Apart from her daily task as a school teacher, this had been, of late, her side business. Not that she had started it just as a strict requirement for money, but in an app where your fans are willing to rain riches on you, success would be counted in terms of currency. And she had been pretty successful, so to speak. But her business had grown into a passion by now. A burning passion for her art.
“I need a new admirer”. She mumbled as she turned the app on. It was an odd hour perhaps, for nobody was online currently to greet her blinking dot. 'Maybe everyone is busy minding their own business, or trying to get over the latest devastation', Mrs. Vanshika thought.
As she was about to turn it off however, a notification blinked on her screen. Someone was online, and the username was new.
'Nagini Tamer?' Mrs. Vanshika frowned, as she clicked with a curious hesitation.
The screen transitioned into the appearance of a teen, freshly bloomed into adulthood.
Mrs. Vanshika froze.
It was her own nephew, Raj who was staring back at her in the other end of the connection.
Raj for a moment was agape as well. He immediately tried looking around for a moment, appearing to enter the site by mistake. But the little charade didn't fool the teacher.
There was no denying it: Raj had recognised his aunt as well.
Mrs. Vanshika got nervous for a moment. Not only was he her nephew, even worse, he studied in the same school as she taught. To make things even grim, it was only last week.that he had scored a solid 20 out of 100 in maths & his teacher had discussed it over tea & parantha to Mrs. Vanshika, who had to contact his parents over his considerably dwindling results.
'Calm down..' Mrs. Vanshika reminded herself. 'You can just intimidate him. He's still just a teen. Piece of cake, right?' She took another look at her unexpected admirer. Fortunately, the recognition had apparently spooked him. He was fumbling on the keyboard with his right, his left working on his mouse. 'Is he shifting for another account? Maybe I was not what he was expecting'
Mrs. Vanshika couldn't help but feel relieved. Although, she had to admit that she would feel disappointed if that was the case. It was her passion, and even if he had toppled into her account by accident, it simply meant that she had succeeded in storming his hormones.
Even at the age of 39, Mrs. Vanshika knew very, very well that she was attractive. Her ample, shapely curves, vibrant black hair that rolled down to her back, and pretty, unblemished face that radiated the aging beauty had earned her plenty of hungry leers & jealous glares around. She had been very sincere about her stature, and with minutely monitored diet & yoga, she had maintained herself in her youthful gorgeousness.
That didn't spare her from the consequences though. The boredom & her divorce over a stressful marriage drove her social compass out of the axis, & her interaction with the crowd & cliques completely shot. The attention in the school, bus, and locality often drove her crazy. It was intoxicating, magnetic & she barely could keep it bottled until her inner demon rose its head.
“Raj? Is that you?” She frowned, trying to bring up the intimidating aura to its finest. “You're not old enough to be here”. “What of it?” Raj uttered, trying to hide the flinch. “I am 18”.
Mrs Vanshika covered her irritation with a glare. “You should be going for sites that are suitable for you. Does bhaisa'ab know?”
“Then why are you here?” Raj leant back with crossed arms, eyes fixed on to his aunt. “It says it's a content subscription based site. I am a subscriber. You are a content creator. Am I wrong?”
Mrs. Vanshika flexed her hands. No wonder this assh*le was doing terrible. She felt like throttling him & smacking him unconscious.
“Wait till I-“
She stopped midway. What he said was true. What would she complain about? Technically, there was no denial that he was just a subscriber. Nothing wrong with that. Raj sneered & rubbed his elbow. How badly he was enjoying this!
'Okay, not everything is gone yet. I just need to give what he wants, get him off guard to do anything. And the moment he brings out his tool.. yes, that would definitely work'.
Mrs. Vanshika calmed down, with a welcoming smile. Although the contempt was clear in her eyes.
“And what do you want me to do? Hmm? Maybe I could get you a tiny peek at your request?” She asked, leaning ahead so practically her bossoms were dangling in the screen. No man had ever resisted her low cut blouse & ample assets. Raj was no exception. He stared at her swaying deep valley for a full second before looking up at her face. “Fine. I could use a preview or two at the beginning, before I choose my request”.
This brat..' Mrs. Vanshika growled under her breath & forced a chuckle. “Okay.. okay, fine. Let me see if I can-“
“Okay change of plans”.
Raj shifted on his chair. His right hand slipped down. “Give me a dance presentation while you peel your attire off”.
Mrs. Vanshika's eyes grew wide both in surprise & anger for a moment. Did he just…?
To her only little delight, his hand had slipped onto his bulge. A little provocation would be enough to bring out his raging temptation out of his boxers.
Mrs. Vanshika shifted back a little & lifted her hands. Even when luring her prey, she was a sincere artist. She wouldn't betray her art. She started slowly slipping her cobalt blue saree off, revealing her thin lacy blouse.
'Yes, there it is.. He is getting his buckles off..' She smirked in her mind.
'Anytime now..'
As the thin blouse slipped off her shoulders & landed on the bedsheet, she threw her torse against the screen, in an attempt to take a pic the exact moment he weilded his wood.
“No use”. Raj clicked his tongue. “Not good enough”.
Mrs. Vanshika frowned flabbergasted. What did this little squid just say?
“You know what, you could take a scale. I know you keep it in the drawyer beside your table. I'd love to see you applying it on yourself”. Raj leant ahead with a devilish smirk.
“And the whole class can enjoy the recording too?”
Mrs. Vanshika looked at him in horror. He had been recording this whole session, from the beginning.