Eve Teasing !

Lawrence had explained to his Indian hosts that he was having to use a certain amount if subterfuge to get Debbi along to do the shoot they wanted. Their idea was to have a sophisticated and successful English woman working naked in the fields alongside the fully clothed Indian workers. Bit of a weird concept thought Lawrence but hey, whatever floats your boat. And the photos of Debbi at work he had posted, along with the nudes, had made them set on having her as the model. Lawrence was sure he could find a way to get Debbi to do it without realising the true intention but he needed to get his spurious Calendar Girl shoot out of the way first. Hell, he might even be able to market those closer to the new year, tame though they might be.

Both types of shoot needed a rural location and the hosts were arranging that. Before then, however, they had been installed in an apartment in Mumbai. Debbi had been overwhelmed by the sights, sounds and smells of the sub continent. Lawrence had never been here either but he had researched a little and had warned Debbi to expect a culture shock. They had a full day after arrival to get acclimatised before heading into the country for the photographic work. Debbi wanted to explore but Lawrence warned her to wait for him and not to wander around by herself.

Lawrence rolled his eyes when he saw the ensemble the naive Debbi thought was suitably respectable for a walk through town. Fine for a summer day in London, sure. But likely to arouse a lot of attention here. She was bra less under a white t-shirt and she wore well cut white linen slacks which were, however, tight around her bum and displayed a distinct VPL where her brief white knickers gripped her cheeks. I'll have to look after her, thought Lawrence. The cosmopolitan area outside the apartment, with affluent and well dressed high flyers browsing upmarket shops and stores, was no problem but Debbi wanted to see something more Indian, these stores could have been in Paris or Madrid.

Lawrence kept a wary eye as they pushed further into the side streets. Persistent calls began from the sidelines. "Excuse me miss." "Over here miss." "Genuine Indian saris miss." Debbi thought at first that she was just being jostled in the crowd but then recognised that her clothes were being pulled and hands were resting on her buttocks. She looked at Lawrence who grinned. "I did warn you gorgeous. They even have a name for it here, 'Eve teasing' !" he informed her. They quickened their stride and came to a slightly less crowded section. One particularly insistent youth succeeded in distracting Lawrence for a second by offering 'genuine Rolex'. When he looked around, Debbi had gone !

She had been enticed by a woman waving the material of a beautiful silk sari. Inside the dark shop, the woman was trying to get Debbi to try it on. "Is there a changing room ?" asked Debbi. "No changing room, we have private back room" said the woman, leading Debbi through. Debbi was about to peel off her t-shirt when she glanced up and saw, just below the ceiling, a window filled with leering male faces. The woman's husband had also followed them into the back room. Debbi was getting alarmed but then she heard a loud reassuring voice. "We really should be getting back to the hotel darling" called Lawrence as he pushed into the room.

"Bargain price sari" called the shopkeeper optimistically, as Lawrence took Debbi by the arm and guided her out of the shop. "That was scary" gasped Debbi. "So let it be a lesson" laughed Lawrence. "I did warn you. They think all western women have the morals of alley cats and of course, in some cases they're not wrong !" he continued cheerfully, as Debbi ran the gauntlet of some more 'teasing' before they regained the normality of the cosmopolitan district.