When the party was finally over and I was congratulated once again by most of the people in attendance, Gupta bey lead me to his bedroom to give me the address of Angus Kirkland, the military attaché to the British Embassy in Istanbul. I was a little confused as to why did he have such an important address in his bedroom and not in his study, but when I was about to ask him, he opened the double doors to his bedroom, revealing a huge room with a King-sized bed in the middle decorated with several pillows, everything in the room, from the wallpaper to the pillows and the blankets was a shade of gold, there were a couple of comfortable looking cushions in the floor next to a hookah. Gupta bey seemed to catch on my admiration and led me in with a smirk on his face. He put his hand on the small of my back and closed the doors behind us.
"The girls weren't lying when they said that you were a natural talent. You danced exquisitely tonight, Menekşe. You deserve a reward"
He said as he unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of his shirt and got rid of the bowtie and his jacket, leaving him only in his white shirt and vest. He motioned for me to sit down on one of the pillows. I chose the fluffiest one and sat down. He removed his vest and discarded it on the bed, looking down at me.
"I don't need a reward for..."
I was about to tell him that I had done it for the pleasure of dancing and to honour the memory of Sadiq, but he interrupted me by taking out a really heavy little bag of gold liras that he handed over to me. I looked at it as if it was something from outer space. I wasn't expecting to get paid for my performance. I looked up at him, with the money in my hands.
"I can't accept this"
"You must. This is your payment for a night to remember"
He said as he closed my fingers around the little bag. I looked down, a little embarrassed with a blush on my cheeks, and Gupta bey seemed to notice it because, in a second, he was caressing the side of my face with his soft hand.
"You are so pretty, Menekşe. Where had been hiding?"
I let myself be caressed by Gupta bey's hand, which travelled downwards, to my exposed neck, making me jump backwards in surprise. He looked at me with wide eyes.
"What happened?"
"M-My neck is too sensitive"
"You should have told me before"
And just like that, he supported his body on his two hands as he leaned towards me and began kissing and biting my neck slightly. I was unable to contain my pleasured moans and I fisted the carpet beneath us as he continued to assault my sensitive spot. I lost myself in the pleasure and then realised that Gupta bey had pulled away a couple seconds ago, leaving me with a tingling feeling on my lower zone.
"I'm going to show you how to suck on a hookah"
He spoke seductively as he ran the tip of the pipe through my pouty pink lips. It was embarrassing to say the least, but I was still aroused from what had happened earlier, so I didn't care. He put the tip inside my mouth and told me to suck. I did so, the taste of the tobacco made me cough violently, to which Gupta bey laughed. When I finished coughing and the horrible taste had left my mouth and my throat, he told me to suck once again and I was a little reluctant, but did so. This time, I could taste a faint flavour of apple in the tobacco I was smoking, although it still made me cough for the first couple of sucks. When I finally got used to it, Gupta bey removed the pipe from my lips and sucked on it himself, blowing the smoke on my face seductively.
He approached me and kissed me on the lips, tracing his tongue over my lips to ask for permission, at that moment, intoxicated by the sinful smell of the shisha and the seductive charms of Gupta bey, I surrendered myself to him and opened my mouth for him. We kissed passionately, his hands roaming my body and taking off my vest, discarding it on the floor. His mouth explored mine and then moved to my neck, making me release breathy moans of pleasure. He pulled apart and looked at me in the eyes with a smirk on his face, as he caressed my nipples with his thumbs.
"I'm going to make love to you like no one ever has"
I couldn't argue with that. There was something that didn't allow me to resist his charms. Later, as his Vaseline-coated member penetrated me roughly, making me rock back and forth and causing me a slight burn in my back due to the friction with the carpet, I thought back of Sadiq. Gupta bey's size was slightly smaller than the General's, and thus, smaller than Sadiq's, but he knew what to do with it very well. He made me scream in pleasure so much that my throat hurt.
"You are such a beauty"
He said as he licked up my neck, making me moan even louder. When he released inside of me and I did the same all over my stomach, I came out of my state of numbness in which I had been in since the "situation" began, and realised what I had done. I had betrayed the memory of my beloved Sadiq with someone I barely knew, and even if I had known him, it didn't make it less wrong. I felt my eyes watering as Gupta bey began smoking on his hookah, looking down at me. I pulled my pants up and put my best on as quickly as I could. From the corner of my eye, I saw Gupta bey looking at me with a smirk on his face and the pipe on his lips.
"Are you in a hurry, my dear?"
I couldn't stand looking at his face without feeling disgusted, but not because of him, he had nothing to do, I wouldn't say he was innocent, but I was the one to blame entirely for that situation. I ran out of the house and into the street, covered by my coat and under pouring rain. My damp beige hair was sticking to my forehead and my clothes to my skin as I ran through the streets on my way to the house, where I knew everybody would be sleeping, luckily I had a spare key.
While I was running, I began praying to God for Sadiq to forgive what I have done. I was so immersed in my thoughts of guilt and self-reproach that I did not see a carriage approaching until it was about to hit me, but luckily the coachman yelled at me to move aside and I jumped backwards as the carriage raced on the wet street. I continued crying, thinking of how I had betrayed Sadiq until I got to the house. I opened the door and was surprised to see Heracles there.
"Menekşe bey, are you okay?"
He was the closest person, asides from Ayşe, that made me remember Sadiq as he was, so I cried on his shoulder and fell asleep, in the middle of the hall at three in the morning.
I woke up in my bed.