Chapter 19

Chores Of Life

Edwin continued laughing "You soiled, no shit in your panties"

He had tears in his eyes. After ages he was laughing so hard.

"The strong girl sitting in front of me shit in her panties." He repeated.

"I told you, first day of school, I was nervous and I was so very small." She said hitting him playfully, fully embarrassed and blushed but she didn't mind though.

They were getting comfortable with each other.

"Your turn now." She said pulling his phone and trying to jiggle the dices.

"It's below 7 for me now." She said and continued like a kid.

One could never judge she's the same girl who minutes ago had no intentions to play and was sickeningly worried about the operation thing that she had no control over.

"No I want less than 7. You roll and the call is of opponent." He said to which she agreed wherein there was no such rule.

Edwin was simply saying it and bet her innocence she accepted it honestly.

"Yeah! 5 and 3. I win. Now you got to take the penalty." She said grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Well I cannot say that you cheated but I guess the roller is on the upper head" he smiled.

"Edwin don't make me move around your cheesy words." She said sternly yet playfully, "I am not gonna spare you. Spit out your first time."

"My first... my first.. Okay I'll take my first drawing class. I wanted to draw a mango and ended up drawing an apple." he said easily.

"Not taken too gross. Let me pick for you." She said not at all satisfied with his penalty.

She wanted to add some humiliation to it.

She put her finger to her chin like in a thinking pose "Tell me when you first drew a human figure specifically." And she bit her lower lip expecting a hilarious situation.

Edwin did have one.

"It was my class at early morning. All other were girls in the glass. Me being the only male, I never wanted to let anybody know that the jock, famous basketball player of the high school actually painted so I went early in the mornings." A proud smile graced his face "My mom always supported me."

"We had to draw a human figure, a girl's." he said shyly as if it was happening right now.

"I could make it. It was a girl's with that look of flush in your eyes." She said cheesily like a five year old.

"So the face was picture perfect and when I finished the entire thing. My art teacher came up to me. I need to add she was a nasty delinquent Miss. forty with speculated thick glasses and no sense of dignity at all."

"Edwin" my teacher squeaked at the top of her lungs "Haven't you ever seen a woman's body?" she gestured towards her big B's "They are round and at equal distances from the neck. Why is yours one lifted upwards and the other drowning downwards and if I see carefully the left one is also bigger than the right one," she said cupping her b*'s in the air.

All the girls tilted their heads downwards giggling to my humiliation and I stood there humiliated with a combination of embarrassment.

"Heeee sorry" she bit her lower lip trying to control her laughter, which still erupted as she enjoyed his humiliation filled embarrassment. She cupped her lips trying to hide the smirk added with mocking laughter that she couldn't behold.

All Edwin did was smile and feel proud that he actually succeeded distracting her at the cost of his dignity.

"Your turn now." He tried to change the topic "Enough of taking my ego"

"Wait Edwin. You never told Stella you paint right?" she asked as something struck her like a lightening turning back to herself in composure.

"No" he replied.

"I think its time you should. It would help you in your Mission Love." She suggested. "You can even gift her with one of your paintings. She'll be ecstatic." She added.

"You really think so?" he asked not sure of it. "Since I am not a professional, not that I did not paint them good but girls sometimes get a bit too conscious about their looks and my paintings" he hesitated. He did not want to sound cliché "they were my perceptions about her. I drew them when we weren't officially together when I did not know whether I'll be able to meet her again."

"You definitely should" Iris encouraged him. "I am sure she'll love them. It's the feelings that count. Moreover she should know that your love was much deeper than the one she had assumed."

"Okay but will you join me on the road trip to my place where the paintings are. Help me select the one too?" he asked expectantly with his innocent face.

He had been blindly following her words not knowing whether it was right or not.

She thought for a while and agreed "Sure why not?".

They continued the game and did come to know a lot about each other, her first proposal when she was only ten and she went crying to her mom at home. Her first sanitary shopping, napkins where she fumbled with the names and even her first kiss when she was 11 and she pushed the boy telling that he smelt like rotten potatoes and his saliva stinks, must have been quite humiliating for the boy for sure.

Edwin too shared some of his ego threatening first timers like his first condom purchase, his first time masturb*g and being caught by his own mom and lot more, few of them were not even shared with Stella but he can proudly admit he was doing the whole distracting thing well.

"Edwin..." Iris called hesitating for a moment and then continued "I need another favor from you, only... if its okay with you."

"Say it. I'll do my best." he said honestly.

"I need to go by 7 and if I am not mistaken the operation lasts a little longer than 10 pm. I am committed to you know... my job. I cannot stay." She felt ashamed.

Edwin knew very well wher she wanted to go but did not comment

She then spoke abruptly," Will you stay with my dad till then? Pleaseeee." She looked into his innocent goldens "Not a compulsion though. I understand but I'll be relieved."

It depicted her bravery, how low she felt for herself for the work she did

But she did it!

For her dad she'd done something which probably her dad would never pay her back neither he can.

Edwin could read guilt and disgust in her darks for herself.

He lifted her chin staring back at her to show that all he felt for her was adoration and respect, "I'll wait here till you are back. Don't worry."

"No Edwin not till I return because it might be 6 in the morning and heavens sake you got a life. Only till the operation is done with. Please." She requested.

"You are really something else", Edwin complimented "troubled in your own world, you only care for others."

"no you" Iros nodded her head "its you Edwin, you only see good in others."

"I assure you that" he said not knowing how to react to her compliment "I'll wait till the doctor admits that the operation was successful." he promised.
She left the hospital with utmost hesitation not wanting to leave her dad but she had to go.

Edwin texted Stella 'I'll be late as I was escorting a friend for dad's operation.'

He avoided the details as he did not think it was the right time to introduce Stella with Iris.

She immediately texted back 'all the best for the operation. Tc. and missing cuddling with you like yesterday:)

A smile reached his face immediately as he read the text taking him to the fond memories of Sunday when they spent the entire day cuddling, hugging and kissing each other at the theatre room of their house.

He had transferred all their pictures from the day they met for the first time, their dates till the current day in a pen drive including our wedding ceremony, videos and the intimate honey moon ones too.

They sat on the couch of the room laughing, smiling and enjoying ourselves reliving the days and the memories coming afresh as both of them were all over young again and falling for each other and this text was one live demonstration.

He couldn't stop smiling as Stella's flushed face was flashing in front of his eyes.

He longed to go home and scoot from behind to her sleeping figure and if she was ready F##k her brains off.

They almost had $ex last night till one of the staff interrupted them with some random shopping supplies.

It was when they were watching one of our honeymoon pics where he was unnecessarily arguing over some stupid stuff with her and she kissed to shut him up.

At the same time he was caressing her beautiful rounded breasts and troubling her with the sensations, not letting her watch the video and she wildly gripped his hair in her hands pulling him to face her and hitting his lips to hers .

She was trying to roughly rummage her soft lips to his. But they were very smooth and subtle to for him but the pitch of desire was so high that he was a complete hard on.

He was trailing his hands too slowly but pressing mild hard with every touch feeling the impact of his touch on her aroused body.

He almost ripped the shirt she was wearing and threw it on the floor caressing her nipples with his tongue beneath her lacy bra. She was also biting his earlobes as an anticipation of the lust that his closeness was giving her.

She bent down unbuttoning the loose cargoes that he was wearing and just when she took a peep on his erection, a shot of pleasure passed through her as she gripped it tight uncovering the grey undies that were blocking her view shifting it aside and straddling him.

She was about to give him a blow job when the damn gate knocked and they were back to square one.

Edwin knew he was about to reach the finishing line of Mission Love and soon she was going to be the same happy and cheerful Stella whom he fell for and soon she'll be madly and crazily be fallen for him too.

Iris never felt so good and special in her life.

His touch and looks made her feel alive.

His complimented assured her that she was not some bitchy whore but a human who deserves an equal amount of respect.

He did not touch her for lust or pleasure. He touched to assure her that everything will be fine.

The warmth it gave was like her mom hugging her when she was 7 year old and returned home after she lost in a fancy dress competition at school.

Immediately after the hug she felt that the competition was nothing in front of her mom's warm embrace.

She had déjà vu feelings when he hugged her.

"Remember we all are good in some special ways and we deserve to be loved too." Edwin had commented when she was about to leave

he hated to leave her father and go for work; the routine one which was as casual as going to office and working but with a difference.

Jason's harshness was also being adapted by her and since she was feeling physically healthy today she was confident that she'd ease him off with all the disappointments he had with her last week.

"He would be glad today that he helped me out with the amount he had bestowed on me.' She promised herself

She reached the club right on time and relaxed too as her dad was in safe hands, Edwin being waiting at the hospital.

She was ushered towards one of the rooms in the hotel above the club by one of the waitress who was signaling her something.

She did not get the message she was trying to convey. She just shrugged her head in abyss wondering 'god knows what.'

When she entered the sparsely lit room I found Jason already working up with another woman. She too looked like a slut as she was as scantily dressed as her wearing a belt sized shimmery gray skirt with an halter black top that was so deep that her b**bs were dancing to come out from the sides.

Iris felt conscious all of a sudden; she wondered why? maybe competition.

It's invariably there in every field you choose but here competition for a bed to share your skin was a debutant experience to her.

She tidied her shocking pink A' line dress.

It had a deep back with extreme low cut and a string of beads in the centre that would stop it from falling but easy to remove as Jason practically hates that effort of undressing.

Yeah it was extremely cheap and meant for sluts but she had to.

She was a SLUT.

Competition in business and survival is important.

"Oh Young lady" Jason exclaimed eye shagging her and undressing her as he looked me through up and down "I did not expect you with the ill health of yours and then I had this sexy creative lady so I thought otherwise." He waved his hands explaining.

"Its okay sir." Iris said "I'll catch you tomorrow then." and was about to leave.

But by then he was already obsessed and wanted her body too.

"Wait I think I owe you. You can also stay here tonight." He said in his lust filled tone.

"I thought you had company." she said looking at the new red haired girl who was almost entering him even with his boxers on.

"I think I'll go with two of you tonight." He said.

Iris was used to his innovative, rough $ex ideas so she understood and submitted to his proposal, not that she had a choice.

She was his claim for the whole month.

He signaled her and she started my chores of undressing and seducing him.

The girl just stared at Iris giving herself a superior poise and making her feel all the more cheap and low.

After Jason was almost done staring and putting his hands on Iris, he girl in the skirt went to him, licking his lips with her tongue and said, "I think you'd have enough of her" she said brushing her hands to his crotch, trying to take him to herself. "Now can I have you all for myself." Her eyes did not leave Iris's for a second, her intentions clear that she am some thrash of a thing completely used up and its time she reigns.

"Right then if you promise to make up for it, I'll let her leave for the discomfort you are getting with her." Jason agreed to her pouncing on her lips hungrily.

She immediately agreed throwing daggers of her looks at Iris.

"She's still watching" The red haired girl whispered in his ears.

"Leave" Jason shouted angrily and Iris left scared and broken of rejection.

Iris had been screwed a lot of times and in worst of the ways but this was a girl's disgust in front of a girl.

It broke a part of her soul.

She was not taking it well. She rushed out of the room and walked away from the club. The waitress gave her an 'I warned you' look but the damage was done.

Iris wanted to forget it, forget that a girl was enjoying another girl's misery.

Quickly she ran on the opposite side of the street of the club's entrance and waited for a cab.

The three men were fighting in the opposite side of the road. Two were attacking one guy; their faces were not visible due to darkness. One was soberly dressed and other two were dressed like plunders in black tight trousers, black t-shirt and leather jacket.

Iris could even see some silver men jewellery necklace around their necks jumping as the other guy was hitting them hard. One was trying to hit him on his face with a punch and the other one was attacking with a knife from behind.

Just as he was about to hit with the knife, the man in blue denims squinted sideways pulling the man from behind as if he didn't weigh at all and knocked him on the ground. Then he kicked the person who had punched him earlier. He hit alternative blows to each of them till they fell on the floor. Soon he was walking ahead shredding off his clothes and moving towards his car that was parked a distance from the fighting area.

Another car that was parked at a little distance from the hotel came to the driveway. It halted in front of Iris and the windows were open.

"Iris. What are you doing here?" Ben who was sitting at the driver's seat of his hammer asked.

"You can fight?" Iris asked shocked and terrified.

"Oh they were messing with my wallet. Need to teach some lessons" he said as if it was not a big thing.

"Ben. How do you always catch me in the evenings?' she asked surprised.

"Stalking you." He mocked and raised an eyebrow nodding her to enter his car.

"Where?" he asked.

"Anywhere where I get a cab." She replied.

"Iris I was waiting for friends and they ditched so I don't mind giving you a lift." Ben offered.

"Sure?" she asked suddenly conscious.

Though she was wearing her long overcoat that hid her exposing dress but still she was standing in an area that was not suited to a decent college student.

"Try me." He said smirking.

"Hospital" she said coldly not feeling like joking with the encounter that she had moments ago. The dirty looks of another hooker and feeling of rejection still playing in her mind.

"Okay then." He said shrugging not appreciating her sudden change of behavior.

The rest of the ride was silent as Iris did not speak and answered his questions to a simple yes and no.

When he asked her why she was at such a place, Iris faked a story that she was misguided with the routes.

"Can we meet after the college tomorrow?" Iris couldn't see since it was dark but he definitely was stammering if not blushing "I ..I mean are you coming tomorrow. You have been missing a lot lately." He asked uncomfortably.

"Are you asking me on a date?" Iris asked......