Chasing Gropy

It was hyderabad. It was hot. It was sticky. It was ON.

Turns out women in hyderabad were a little aware of the dirty groper, but they were not prepared for it. Gropy had been sent on work to hyderabad and he had to stay for a day or two."A day or two huh" thought gropy and smiled at the naked reflection of himself in his three bedroom apartment in BBM Layout.

We were informed of Gropy's movement. We knew that hyderabad would be an easy target for him, and so we decided to set a spy on him. This would be a great time to catch him red handed. and we thought, what better candidate than a woman.

So code name BGB (Bust Gropy's Balls) was created and she was set out to follow gropy and tape his activities. The trap was set. BGB was beautiful, with dark thick long hair , and tall slender frame , well rounded firm breasts and really fucking easy - especially after two LITs. There was no way Gropy was going to miss this.

BGB got onto the same flight as Gropy and sat next to him. She knew she didnt have to do much. she just had to make herself available and gropy would do the rest. But she also had to tease him. And so she sat next to him, her extremely expensive rihanna perfume catching gropy's attention.  She drew her dark thick long hair on the side of her face such that gropy could get a good look at her neck where he found a rather sensual tattoo. Her face was hidden and her head was bent forward such that he could just see her full lips and her heaving bossoms. Gropy couldnt believe his luck. he looked out of the window as the plane pulled towards the runway. As he watched the trimmed blades of grass pass by him he thought hard of how to go about violating this woman. and then an idea struck him.

as the plane picked up ridiculous speed on the runway gropy started to howl. BGB looked at him for a second and then forward. She wasn't sure what was going to happen. The howling became louder and as the plane lifted itself from the runway , gropy screamed and threw his left hand out to grab one of BGB's heaving bossoms.

BGB's woman instincts kicked in and she turned immediately towards gropy to strike him down with great wrath, but instantly melted when she looked at his puppy face. He was like a little abandoned ,yet well fed , golden retriever who had only fear in his eyes. If a little abandoned, yet well fed, golden retirever puppy, out of sheer fear grabbed one of her heaving bossoms, what was wrong with that?, BGB thought. what does a little abandoned, yet well fed, golden retreiver puppy know? nothing. he is asexual. he is just holding on for support. for life support.

"I am so sorry"  said gropy  as he drew nearer to her. In his eyes she could see the kindness of a hundred sages and the sheer helplessness of a little child lost in an adult world. "that's okay" said BGB.

And we knew she had been compromised.

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As i drove back in the evening i wondered how many BGBs i would have to create to finally nail this bastard. I opened my laptop and sat with my single malt. I had received and email. It was from an unknown source. it had an attachment. the subject line read : "keep them coming". and the attachment was this picture. 

The bastard.

The first ray.

Bangalore is a ripe place for sleaze balls like Gropy. He hadn't realized this until recently when he happened to tread unauthorized on a woman's behind, which in all fairness, was minding its own business and was certainly not "asking for it", like gropy would have it. but you see, gropy gets away with it. he has mastered the art of seduction. he violates, then seduces. Incongruous with the orthodox order of seducing first and violating next.

So when an IT job came calling, Gropy was both excited and heartbroken. excited, because it meant the cash that he would need to ravage the new city, and heartbroken, because he had to leave his well established body of work behind in the little town in Orrisa.

He took to Bangalore almost immediately. He liked the weather, he liked the almost metropolitan state it was in, and he liked the women. Back in the dingy room in the perennially flooded orrisa, Gropy had seen enough of bangalore, on the ridiculously slow internet. Even though it took a good seven minutes to download one picture, Gropy would wait, a plate of white rice and fish curry in one hand, lying on his bed, hinged on the other elbow, staring bluntly into the screen that was last cleaned when his room flooded and sweat dripping from his forehead. The wait, you see, made gropy more determined. 

It was like destiny. Bangalore was destined to be touched, or shall we say in light of context, groped, by Gropy.

So when the woman found her behind being caressed in a manner that it had not been in the longest time, her most immediate reaction, embarrassingly, was to relish it. But the overbearing sense of morality that is so steadfastly instilled in all women and heightened in ones who use public transport, soon caused her to abandon all favorable feelings towards the act and turn around to deliver a smattering of the choicest expletives.

but superheroes seldom come with a Plan B.

When she turned with the fury of a caged tiger let free, all set to burn another creep down to ashes, she was stunned by what she saw. A man with style, and class, clean shaved like that man in the gillete ad, smiling at her with the perfect set of teeth like that man in the close up ad, wearing a fantastic combination of a light blue shirt and jet black park avenue pants and smelling like the mist on a mountain. she was thrown aback. all she could do, was smile and turn, and smile again.

Gropy had had his first taste of blood. This was going to be the city where he would accomplish the most disgusting tasks he had so longed to do back in his village. Bangalore had raised the stakes, and Gropy was up for it.