Page 25 of One Indian Girl
I think I would prefer the lashes in Saudi Arabia.
‘There we go,’ Catherine said after her ten-minute sadism experiment ended.
‘I might faint,’ I said.
‘You will get used to it,’ Catherine said. ‘Trust me, he will love it.’
There is no he, I wanted to tell her. I am only going to have wonton soup with him. Not wanton sex.
Catherine came back with a strip of crystal dots.
‘And as a special promotion, we are giving all customers who got a Brazilian a free Swarovski service. Allow me. This won’t hurt at all.’
I couldn’t believe what happened next. Catherine made a pattern with thirty crystals down there.
Once done, she told me to stand up and look into the mirror.
‘I look like a stripper,’ I said.
‘You look sexy.’
‘I can’t walk out with crystals on my...you know.’
‘Don’t worry. They wash off in a couple of days. Faster if you rub with soap.’
Debu called.
‘Hey, done with training? You will be on time, right? Or should we make it 8.30?’ Debu said.
‘I am done. Was just taking care of some...internal issues. See you soon,’ I said.
‘You look,’ he paused, ‘wonderful.’
‘Thank you,’ I said.
‘Your dress is lovely too.’
‘Look, no tag today,’ I said and turned around. Both of us laughed. I was wearing a military green lace dress I had picked up from Gap. It ended well above the knees, exposing enough leg. However, I still don’t think Debu noticed the hundred dollars I spent fixing my limbs. The dim lighting and the restaurant table covering my legs did no justice to the hour I had spent in the torture chamber.
Debu ordered a set dinner for us.
We sat down in the upper level of Tao, a large-sized restaurant by New York standards. Downstairs, we could see a giant Buddha and the Zen koi pond.
‘Nice place,’ I said.
‘Did you know they shot theSex and the Citymovie here?’ Debu said.
I didn’t. ‘So how was your day?’
‘Good. We are pitching for this new sportswear brand called Under Armor. If we get the campaign it will be awesome. How’s Goldman?’
‘Still in training. Busy. It will get even more hectic after work begins.’
I told him about Neel’s distressed debt presentation. I recounted how I was questioned in front of the entire class.
‘So I am thinking, I won’t apply to distressed debt. It’s quite difficult to get anyway. Plus, the job seems too difficult,’ I said.
‘How can you not apply?’ Debu said. ‘You are from IIMA. You will crack it.’
