The hottest Indian woman you've ever seen

Your mouth dropped open when you saw the woman who walked in. She looked like a movie star. No, a Bollywood star. She was Indian, with lovely brown hair, smokey eyes, and an incredible hourglass figure. Her chest might not have been as impressive as Jennifer's, but it was still terrific. She was wearing a sparkly green dress that showed off all her curves and looked way too elegant for a low class dinner party like this one.

"Um, excuse me," said the woman with a delicious Indian accent. "I think I am at the wrong place."

Gary stood up and approached the gorgeous woman. "You must be Disha! Please, have a seat and join us!"

"Oh, okay." She looked a little stunned, but she sat down. Jennifer poured her a glass of wine. "Oh, thank you. Um, is Charles joining us? The way he described this place, I thought it would be..."

"Some big fancy restaurant worth putting on that expensive dress?" said Gary with a wink. "That was just a lie I had him tell you. Sorry, but your ex-boyfriend is not actually coming. It's just us."

"Ex-boyfriend?" said Disha. "No, we are engaged. We are very much in love!"

"Oh, you don't want to marry him," said Gary. "You deserve someone better than just a janitor!"

"He's not a janitor!" said Disha, beginning to get upset. "He's the owner of several major companies!"

"Not anymore," said Gary. "I bought all his companies this afternoon."

The dark haired woman looked ready to freak out. "You're saying things that don't make sense!"

"None of this makes sense!" said Marcus. "You can't buy companies! You can't even afford your rent half the time!"

"Well, I got a very good deal." Gary paused and took a sip of his wine. He swirled it around, making everyone wait before continuing. "He sold me everything for a dollar."

"What?!" yelled Disha. "All his businesses for a dollar?!"

"Not just his businesses. All his property, his cars, his fancy clothes even though they don't fit me, and all his holdings. That dollar is all he has in the world! I felt sorry for him, so I gave him the janitor job and let him stay in the servants quarters until he can get some fleabag apartment. Then I noticed your pictures on his desk, well, my desk now, and I just had to have him call you and invite you over. Have some of this wine, Disha, it's great!"

She was about to object again, but instead she hastily took a sip of the wine. Her lips looked incredible on that delicate wine glass. You took the opportunity to unzip your pants under the table and start jacking off.

Marcus slammed his hands down on the table. "Dammit, Gary! Tell us what's going on!"

"Hee hee! I think you're right, it's time to tell you how I did all this." The old pervert leered at Disha. "Actually, it might be better if I showed you."