Alisha Jacob, it has been 2 years since Alisha started her freelancing journalist career. 26 years old, a gold medal from the university. She never could be controlled by capitalist media kings, the mafia nor the corrupt politicians. Alisha was stern, honest, ethical, and wanted to change society.

She wanted to get rid of the criminal filth of society. Alisha was known to the world as ‘Maleficent’ to the society through her blogs and YouTube channel. She had exposed local corrupt policemen, drug dealers through her blogs.

She was slowly gaining the attention of the underworld. But her identity was still a mystery. Nobody knew who the Maleficent was!

Saturday night, the party day of working youngsters Alisha was driving towards the local pub called ‘Insomnia’. Alisha cursed herself, there was a long queue at the entrance with two bouncers thoroughly checking everyone who went inside.

Valet parking was full and crowded, she drove slowly searching for spots in her Swift. Alisha squeezed her car into a spot, and got down, looked at the queue. ‘Insomnia’ was hosting a special party today. It was for couples, and a pass was mandatory.

‘Insomnia’ could have some prostitutes and drug peddlers dwelling inside, Alisha wanted information, and she knew they had it. But she neither had a partner nor a pass. She looked at the long queue of couples get ready to get high and take their lust out.

Alisha paced across the car parking towards the backside of the building expecting a back door. After two lanes of cars, she observed a dim bulb shining over a backdoor, but that too was guarded by a bouncer.

He wasn’t as muscular or tall as other bouncers at the entrance. But he had the same T-Shirt they wore with ‘INSOMNIA’ in fluorescent yellow over the chest. “Door with a guardian,” she murmured. Alisha turned around to see her reflection at one of the cars.

Alisha was dusky and gorgeous. She had a round face with wide lips. She took out her favorite bright red lipstick from her purse, applied it, and then made a smacking sound. She was 170cm tall and had a good figure.

Alisha had worn a light pink single piece party wear. It was sleeveless, wide-necked, and reached an inch above her knees. Alisha was very strict when it came to body grooming, always made sure her legs are waxed and neat. Her armpits are fair and smooth, her arms soft and vibrant.

Alisha smelled like roses too. She pinched her cloth at her waist and pulled it down, giving a better view of the cleavage made by her 34B breasts. The push-up bra and emanating fragrance of roses will make a man at least peak a look.

Alisha adjusted her necklace, which had a diamond pendant exactly on top of her cleavage. Only she knew about the camera that directly transmitted everything to her laptop in her car. She turned around to get a view of her 36-inch hips and a 26-inch waist. “Who is the sexy girl?” she giggled at herself.

Alisha walked with pride as if she had pride in being superior and stood near the door. She ordered, “Let me in, and you won’t lose this job,” blatantly at the guarding bouncer.

“Who the hell are you?” asked the bouncer in a rather mild tone taking out his gun.

“The woman screwing your Boss,” she said with pride glaring at the bouncer.

“Then you should have a pass,” he murmured like a worried kid.

Alisha had her ways with people, especially men. She took two steps backward and turned around, showing him her curvy booty. The sleeveless pink cloth had an open back. Just below her shoulder bone, she had a tattoo in bold capital letters ‘EVIL M’.

The tattoo was something she got during her college days. But the’M’ in it stood for ‘Maleficent’. Alisha placed her hand over the tip of her pink dress at the knee, then pulled it up till her thighs barely below her voluptuous ass. She had worn a pinkish white panty with flowery designs at the boundaries.

Putting her thumb finger between her bare skin and panty, she pulled the panty down. It was rolled till her knee and then simply fell on the floor. Alisha then lifted her legs up and grabbed the panty bending down, exposing her naked butt at the bouncer.

Very confidently, Alisha adjusted her clothes, then folded the panty neatly with minimum wrinkles. She placed a two thousand rupees note between the folds and threw it at the bouncer.

“Here is your bloody pass,” she grunted.

Smiling, the bouncer opened the door and asked Alisha to go in. As usual, she walked with pride least bothered about the guard sneaking a peek at her ass.

‘Insomnia’ smelled of alcohol, pheromones, and guns. The center dance floor had homosexual and straight couples dancing to the rhythm of the loud music. The corners dimly light areas had couples sneaking a kiss and touching each other.

Alisha was making a mental note of places that would have some information about the gangs she wanted to bust. A strong hand grabbed Alisha’s right hand and pulled her towards the corner. It was another huge muscular bouncer. His strong rough palm was squeezing Alisha’s soft right arm.

He pulled Alisha towards another dark corner of the pub. Then pushed her towards the wall. Alisha was plunged into a group of 3 women. They smelled exactly like she did, but there was something different about them.

In the far end, she noticed a girl unzipping a man and kneeling down. The bouncer shouted something that got Alisha’s attention. He said through his walky-talky.

“The 4th girl is here! Pink single piece party-wear, red lipstick, and the same diamond necklace. All the escorts are here, let’s make a move! Over-over!”

That’s when Alisha noticed the 3 women were dressed in an almost same pink dress, same red lipstick. But the main part was everyone had the exact same necklace right with the diamond pendant dangling right between the breasts at the cleavage. All of them were high-end escorts, and she was among them now.

“Oh damn!, what have I got into,” Alisha said.

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