R@V!, a twenty-five-year-old Pune-based gigolo gives us a peek into his dark, mysterious world of desires. He takes us through his journey so far... a journey which began at a young age when a starry-eyed teenager landed in Pune from a small town in Maharashtra for higher studies. But they say life happens while you were planning; R@V! got initiated into what is considered the oldest profession in the world – prostitution. Hear his story in his own words:
One Fine Day...
“My palms were sweating. To ease up my nervousness, I clutched on to the arm of the wooden chair I was sitting on. There I was, in a tony Defence Colony bungalow, my mind clouded with a thousand thoughts. Suddenly she appeared at the door, holding a glass of cola. I had barely finished when she led me to another room through what seemed like a maze. It was the grandest room I had ever seen. She switched on a blue film and disappeared through the bathroom door. The images left nothing to imagination. It all seemed unreal. I was suddenly feeling all grown up... much more than my seventeen years.
She had reappeared; this time in a see-through nightie. She walked close to me... very, very close. My heart was thudding loudly... I feared that she might hear it and my facade of bravado will fall through. Thankfully, she did not. The rest of the evening was a haze. I looked at the clock to I realize I was there for over two hours. Later when I was dressing up, the woman kept two crisp Rs 500 notes beside me. I quietly stuffed them in my trouser pocket... my first salary as a gigolo.
It was the next morning, when I woke up that guilt washed over me. I accepted money for sleeping with a woman double my age!!! I felt like a worm on the surface of the earth... I couldn’t bear to look at myself in the mirror. I had come all the way from my dusty, little hometown in UP to Delhi to study at the prestigious Delhi University, to become a big man... the eldest son of a respected, cultured family... and I ended up being a r***. I stayed buried inside my room for the next three days.
It was the third day when my cell phone rang. It was the same friend who had introduced me to the woman in Defence Colony. He had another client for me. This time he promised double the amount and more ‘fun’ since the client was younger and a stay in a five star hotel. To my shock, I found myself smiling... it was an offer I could not refuse. With each subsequent outing, the guilt pangs lessened. Initially, I used to justify myself for doing it yet again... for most people my age, sex was like having another glass of cola. So what if I was doing it, I wasn’t cheating on anyone, I wasn’t two-timing, I wasn’t involved in spurious activities