It’s hard being a woman in India. It’s worse being a single working girl in Delhi. Add ambitious to this mix and it is a recipe for disaster. I’m Sheena and this is my story. A story of a

girl who isn’t just a set of boobs to cop a feel and a pussy to fuck. A story of someone who has to fend off dirty, lecherous, ugly rich men who think since they are giving me business or a job they get the right to put their grubby hands on my ass. Yes, this is an explicit account of my life, nothing will be swept under the carpet and no niceties will be observed. Truth will be told like it should be and if you are a prude and can’t stomach it. Feel free to leave this page.

Sometimes we forget how lucky we are in journey we crib and call life. And mostly, the biggest grudge of women is the fact that we've still not found the true love our mommies promised us. But then, how about the ones who've got it?





Got a call from Pooja (yes, that's her name) again, this time round it was about a customer refusing her the payment which was promised. During day time, she works as a print model, who fights it out with photogs who want her to show her cleavage for a basmati rice campaign and when the darkness of the night prevails, she sells her body err soul Rs 15000 a night, sometimes for as little as Rs 5000 for making a man c*m once.





And this time round, she lost her mind after the non payment since she wanted to use the money to buy a smart watch for Siddharth, her husband of 5 years! Well, that's love.





Now, coming to why the payment was refused. Guess the man wasn't able to get aroused and Pooja tried every possible trick to make him horny but 'Sir ji' thwarted all the attempts and on the pretext of non performance by the escort, 'sir ji' refused to pay the entire amount. And, if you are wondering why she called me at 3 am for non payment by a client, your answer- I sent 'sir ji' to her.





Umm.. what's wrong in it? 'Sir ji' is the head of our Gurgaon branch office and single since his wife left him. Well, not that I have taken the charge of helping all the sex starved men in my organisation, but when he dropped me a 'friendly' SMS, asking where he would find a beautiful woman to take out for dinner, I knew I had to share Pooja's number or else I would have to face an ugly scenario I wasn't ready for.





As far Pooja was concerned, she's always been my 'save me from this sex maniac pill' as she can easily offer what I don't want to. And, she offers 'it' pretty shamelessly. She cites an interesting reason for being so ready for paid sex- the fact that her husband loves her so much for what she does and respects the fact that she's the man of the house. I wish, I could tell Pooja that 'sir ji' was not the bas***d here, for at least he paid for not f***ing her, unlike her unemployed husband, who was not only f***ing her mind and body in the name of love, but also encouraging her to be a bait to the lusty bears, who are roaming around freely on a lookout for pink meat. Pyaar I tell you, kya kya na karwaye...





Wasn't in the position to question 'sir ji' on why he refused her the payment, so told Pooja to send him a nasty text, explaining it to him that if the payment was made, then a MMS featuring him would reach people it shouldn't.





The trick hit a bull's eye because sir ji didn't have the courage to tell me that he wasn't able to perform after hiring a high profile escort. He transferred the money to Pooja's account. The deal was closed.





But it wasn't over yet, my phone buzzed and I got a message. It was Pooja and sir ji's MMS. My day was made!