Off-Cuts from the editor's floor. The bits that didn't quite make it.

Originally in the previous chapter Oh Shit! I'm Cumming, Clarke was going to give Ria a list of chores. Starting with cleaning the toilet, the dog kennels, and Sunil's car, before making dinner. All of which would have embarrassing and sexy consequences.

Due to time constraints I couldn't add to finished chapter, but I thought the couple of scenes were too good not to share for those interested in my story.

NB. Not fully drafted and unfinished.

Despite her protests Ria did as she was told. The smell of Clarke’s dump still polluted the air. Ria was on her knees, retching while using a toilet brush to scrape off the skid marks from the back of the toilet basin. Despite trying to win Clarke’s affection with her hard work, Ria seemed to be no closer to ending this ordeal.

Ria finally finished and left bathroom to find Clarke in his shorts and t-shirt. “Where are you going? “

“I’m going to exercise now.”

“What time will you be back?” Ria batted her eyelashes. “Your little Indian wife misses you.”

“I’ll be an hour or two.”

“Is there anything you want me to do?”

“Go and clean the dog kennels.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“But don’t you remember what happened in Heathrow Airport?”

“That was, once again, you and your attitude. Ignore the dogs and they’ll ignore you because they’ve seen you around and you smell of the brothel. And after that, Sunil’s 4x4. It’s filthy. On the back seat is a used condom on the back seat. Be a dear and clean it up.”

“OK, my love.”

“I like my evening meal at six sharp. I don’t know about you, but I fancy an Indian.”

“We just call that food here.”

“Lamb curry, some naan bead, all the weird and wonderful trimmings you folk do.”

“You can’t make love on a full belly.”

“You’ll be doing all the work.”

“I suppose so.”

“Good. Six. I warn you, I’m a right diva when I’m hungry. Make sure it’s ready for six.

Ria had a full afternoon. She tackled the worst first. She didn’t like dogs especially large dogs and Sunil had seven Rottweilers that dropped turds as big as humans. He had assured her she would be safe as they know are friendly with women.

The sun was at it’s hottest scorching the earth below it. Ria sweating and now stinking. She peered through the wire fence saw the large fearsome dogs basking in the shade of the lone tree that was in the compound. Ria opened the gate and stepped inside.

The dogs were already eyeballing her.

Ria began scooping the turds and tossing them into a binbag. The stench was horrendous. Human-like.

A few women came out to smoke tobacco and betel leaves. They looked over to the kennels and soon became captivated by the unfolding situation.

The dogs had taken a real interest in Ria and were now circling her like blood crazed sharks. The dogs where whining and panting, a sure sign that they were becoming excited by her nervous presence. One then jumped up playfully and pawed at Ria, pushing her against the side a cinderblock kennel. Ria turned to face away from her canine attackers.

Ria spotted the women laughing and cried for help. They just waved.

The alpha dog took charge, snapping and growling at the rest of its pack. It’s face was full of fighting scars, was missing an eye and had permanent snarl because of tear in its muzzle. The dog jumped up and forced Ria over the top of the kennel. It then began rutting away while all the other dogs began to howl in celebration.

The whores belly laughed, it was great entertainment in an otherwise mundane and challenging existence.

Ria could feel the power and muscle, the alpha’s claws digging into her delicate shoulders. Ria began to cry as the dog nuzzled into Ria’s neck, smelling it’s putrid breath. Fortunately the trousers of Ri kurta, though thin and flimsy protected from the dog’s rock hard member. It helped quell the fear and pain as it continued to smash into her backside.

Ria heard the gate open and Sunil’s voice telling his dogs to sit. The Alpha growled and Ria felt the rear of her trousers dampen.

Sunil grab the Alpha by it’s collar and dragged off, noting the white sludge all over Ria’s trousers. “You really are filth.”

He then gave the dog a pat, and made loving baby like voices as he played with its ears. “You leave the little slut alone, you’re better than the likes of her.”

Ria continued to clean the dog pen while Sunil chained up his dogs. He ordered the other girls to help her while he sat a smoked.

Ria was about to clean Sunil's car but he stopped her. “You don’t think you’re getting into my car with dog cum all over your pants.”

“Oh… I’ll go and get changed.”

“You haven’t got time. Just get them off.”

Ria kicked off her flipflops and stood on the warm concrete. She then pulled down her trousers and kicked them off, grimacing at the sight of the dog splatter. He then gestured for her shirt. “There is some on your top too.”

Sunil gave her directions as she cleaned the inside of the car in her bra and panties. It was four in the afternoon by the time Ria had finished the cleaning the car. She stunk of sweat and dog cum and she was now running late for Clarkes dinner.

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With good time keeping, strong sense of organization yet retaining a natural flare for creativity, Ria had the everything it took to be a good cook. Yet, to her mother Disha’s disappointment, Ria showed little interest in life in the kitchen. She preferred studying and cartoons. Only once Ria left home to be student Ria was forced to cook, and found she enjoyed it.

Ria spent all afternoon cooking an Indian banquet with the help with several of the working girls. There was enough food to feed a small army.

Ria then jumped in the shower to quickly clean off the sweat and grime. Finally clean, she did her hair and makeup as quick as possible. She applied it thick and seductive, her lips painted dark red lipstick and her eyes outlined in mascara and eye liner.

Despite her best-efforts Ria to be on time she was late. But good things can't be rushed and she thought the result would be worth it.

Dressed in a tight-fitting green sari, Ria didn’t use the usual petti coat underneath nor any underwear, so her so her stomach was bare and her nipples could be seen through the thin pink fabric. She looked as though she was on a promise. Ria had painted her fingernails and toenails and wore an open toed heeled sandals that added to her seductiveness by pushing out her arse.

Ria stepped out of her room smelling of Dolce Gabbana and strutted down the stairs like a lioness

“Hello, lover.”

“You’re late.”

“I was getting ready for you.”

“I hate tardiness.”

“I’ll make up for it.”

“I told you to work to seduce me. So far… not doing a good job.

I was hoping to make love to you.”

“Make love?”

Ria placed her hand on Clarke’s chest. “Yes.”

“Whores fuck, Ria.”

“I’m… “Ria didn’t even bother arguing.

“A whore.”

Ria knelt on the bed and and spread her ass cheeks, exposing her holes. Clarke grunted. “Open your mouth, you little dalit.”

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