#003 Alisha the Nepali Tinder Slut (Part 1)
Alisha gets very bored talking to her friendzoned bestie, so she starts sharing fantasies of humiliating him. She finds it funny because her bestie won't say no to her. How far can she take it?
Note: This is a real story with real events, but the names have been changed and personal identifying information is always redacted in audio recordings and screenshots.
Warning: This is just a kink, and the content is meant for pleasure. If you are distressed, stop reading and seek help.
Alisha is a 22-year-old Nepali girl who wouldn’t stand out in a typical crowd. She rarely wears makeup, but she looks cute when she does. She just doesn’t bother because she doesn’t need to wear makeup or dress nicely. She’s a university student who’s otherwise bored of life. To fill her time and entertain herself, she resorts to Tinder, where she exclusively swipes on foreign guys who are visiting Nepal. Alisha is utterly repulsed by guys from her country, and she would never consider having anything romantic or sexual to do with them. Her despise for Nepali guys is equaled only by her adoration of the European guys she gets to sample, who are mostly in Nepal only for a short while. In effect, she’s their entertainment as much as they are hers. She never had to try hard to impress them to get them into bed, and that’s why she doesn’t bother with makeup or nice outfits.
I met Alisha some time ago online and I have gotten to know a lot about her. In the span of a few months, I became a sort of online bestie that she would tell everything to, from the trivialities of her daily life to the salacious details of her sexual encounters with the countless guys she fucks on the regular. As her online bestie, she talked to me about her love life as she would to a girlfriend of hers, except she didn’t have many friends that were girls, because she didn’t get along with them either.
Her sharing of her private life with me inevitably led me one day to ask her how many guys she slept with. She told me that it was about 90 guys, and in the intervening time, every time she would fuck a new guy—which would be about once a week or so—she would tell me about it. I would be the first to know, and so it was that that number steadily increased week after week. Today, she’s fucked well over 120 different guys, if not more, and all of them are foreigners to her country. I asked her how it was even possible for her to have slept with 90 guys at such a young age, and her answer was that she basically fucked every foreigner she ran into, even those she didn’t find attractive.
“I’m good at sex, though” she added after admitting the degree of her promiscuity. She would often say things like this, comments she made without second thought about her sexuality, and the only reason she was able to do this so effortlessly was the utter lack of her sexual interest in me. She saw me as a good friend to her, and she would never think I could have sexual thoughts about her or take anything she told me the wrong way. She didn’t like guys who did that. Those guys who didn’t know their place and caused Alisha unnecessary discomfort by acting in ways that expressed their sexual interest in her, not understanding that she would never ever consider them as romantic or sexual options. She called those guy friends “weird” because they would make sexual jokes when she talked to them.
On that particular day, Alisha was bored out of her mind. As we were talking on the phone, she mindlessly told me how horny she was, and complained that she didn’t know the reason for her arousal. I laughed about it with her just as a girlfriend of hers would in that situation.
Alisha didn’t go out, in the sense of going to clubs and places like that. I understood that she didn’t go out because it was useless for her. She was only interested in hooking up with foreign guys, and the surest way to do that was through Tinder, as any foreigner fresh off the plane would be quick to hop onto the dating app to check out the local market. It had been so long that she’d been out to a club that she had even forgotten about it when I asked her. She told me at first that she’d never really been out to a club, but she was quick to remember, and she corrected herself, adding in passing that she kissed five guys on that particular occasion. She lamented that it was a very long time since that happened.
In her usual way of saying things spontaneously as they came to her mind, Alisha asked me out of the blue if I would ever hire a prostitute to have sex. I was caught off guard by her question, but I told her that I wouldn’t, and I managed to put together the coherent argument that I wouldn’t want to have sex with a girl if I knew she wasn’t enjoying it. Alisha wasn’t convinced. She told me that a prostitute would be more skilled in sex than the average girl, and she seemed to imply that it would be reason enough for me to want to have sex with a hooker. I wondered if she thought I was actually having sex with an “average girl”.
I reluctantly agreed with her, as that was the only way for her to drop the topic. She didn’t like it when I disagreed with her, so I just paid attention whenever a potential disagreement was on the horizon, and I agreed with her whenever she expressed an opinion she felt strongly about. Alisha started talking about her boredom again, and the strangest thoughts seemed to be coming to her. She told me on a whim that she wanted to hire a male stripper and throw money at him for fun, to ease her boredom. She thought about it for a bit and articulated a better idea: instead of hiring a stripper, she would just make the next guy she went out with strip for her and she would throw the money at him. I found what she was saying odd, but I couldn’t help being agreeable with her as she expressed these seemingly strange desires.
I asked her if she would actually do something like that, thinking that my implying she wasn’t being serious would make her change topics. I was wrong. My agreeableness only seemed to feed her fantasies. Alisha was never particularly sensitive to how I felt, and she would often say things to me she thought were funny that were in reality humiliating. It was just her nature and the nature of the friendship we had that made her not think twice about being mean to me for fun. She asked me suddenly if I would be open to strip for her. Her shocking question rendered me speechless. I knew I could not say no to her, because disagreeing with her would make her mad at me, so I just stayed silent and let her complete her train of thought. She told me she would ask me to strip down naked for her to throw money at me, and she asked me what I would do when she would be throwing the money. I let out some nervous laughs, the only way I could react to such uncomfortable questions coming from her.
My nervousness and lack of response made her press me further. She told me she would command me to strip, and asked me if I knew how to twerk. I told her I didn’t, hoping she wouldn’t pursue the topic. Instead of letting it go, she asked me if I’d watched videos of strippers before. Of course I had. Who’s never watched a video of a stripper before? Alisha had a way of asking leading questions that made it easier for her to trap me into a corner so she could make fun of me and get what she wanted. She told me I could simply emulate what I had seen in videos of strippers, that I could twerk and strip for her just like I had seen in the videos. “Let’s see your little booty shake!” she taunted me, mocking and humiliating me in silence. She told me she would glue the money on my ass, and asked me if I would even know how to tease, obviously betraying what little she thought of my skills in bed. I had to listen to her on the other end of the line, trying my best not to sound too affected by her humiliating suggestions. I simply laughed nervously whenever I felt it would be appropriate, and I prayed she would drop the topic altogether.
My prayers weren’t answered. Alisha kept digging deeper and deeper. It was clear that I was her entertainment for the night. I had no doubt that she thought making fun of me was one the pleasures she was entitled to just from my being her friend. I thought I would just have to wait until she got bored of talking about this improvised fantasy of hers, but I was mistaken. Alisha took it to another level when she told me she wanted to see what I would look like stripping for her, and she unexpectedly asked me to record a stripping video for her. I started to panic at the thought. Here was Alisha requesting that I make a compromising video of myself and send it to her just so she can laugh at it because she was bored. My heart started beating faster as I started thinking about the implications of something like that if it were to happen.
I tried my best to avoid having to give her a direct answer, and the only thing I could think of was asking her if she had ever stripped on camera before. I imagined she would say no, and it would provide me with a reasonable argument to deny her request, but I was wrong again. Alisha told me she had stripped on camera, two or three times, with a guy she met online that she didn’t seem to remember much. She referred to him as “just an online guy”. She told me I was welcome to do the same, that is, to strip for her on camera, and her tone started becoming more serious the more she insisted. I did not see any escape. I didn’t want to say no to her because I knew it would make her mad at me, and yet I didn’t want to fulfill her wishes as she could easily record the compromising video and keep it. I started thinking of all the power and leverage she would have over me if she had such a humiliating video of mine in her possession. She taunted me by saying that I didn’t seem adventurous enough for her request.
She poked more fun at me by calling me a “hot nerd”, which I agreed with. At that point, I was agreeing with everything she said that didn’t bring us back to her original request. I just wished she would start talking about something else and simply forget what she was asking of me. She laughed after I agreed with her. “Who says ‘yeah, I’m a hot nerd’?” She asked me rhetorically, implying the obvious: that “hot nerd” was nothing but an oxymoron, and that I definitely did not fit the qualifier. I laughed with her, and she said something mean. “I still find it funny that you’re smart”, she said nonchalantly, as if she was unaware herself of how mean she sounded. I asked her what she meant, and she started off trying to put her thoughts into words, eventually giving up under the excuse that she was not making sense. I knew she was making perfect sense in her head, and I wondered whether she thought it would suit me more to be dumb as her friend. Perhaps if I was dumb, I thought, I would have agreed to send her a video of me stripping. That was probably what she meant.
Thankfully she gave up on her insistence, and I did not have to send her any compromising footage. But wonder what would have happened if I had had a lapse of judgment. Alisha would have had an extremely embarrassing video of me stripping in her possession. Would she have used it against me? Would she have bathed in that power? How cruel was she really? These are all questions I thankfully will never know the answer to.
Wow….how do you get these girls to open up to you? What’s your secret?