From Paris with Love

Nisar Sufi's

From Paris with Love

Plot:  A Pakistani guy goes in search of his girlfriend who has received the wrong job acceptance letter and is now going to the more evil side of the film industry.

Chapter1

‘’1 more run dude!’’

‘’Don’t hit it for a six.’’

‘’Can’t you see the gaps!?’’

  Those loud instructions were passing into the mind of Bilal Maqsood. He was playing a not-so-official match in his school’s cricket playground. His long-term sports rival Hassam had the ball in his hand. He started his run up. Bilal’s sweat was running so fast that it felt like warm piss.

  Across the field, near the canteen, a beautiful blonde girl was walking in an attractive style. Her ass made Bilal’s dick stand up.

CRACK!

  Shit my dick leaked while I was standing, Bilal thought sadly.

  ‘’What the hell!?’’ One of Bilal’s teammates shouted.

  ‘’Fuck you dude!’’ Another one sarcastically congratulated him.

  Hassam was hi-fiving his teammates as Bilal dropped the Reebok bat he was holding and took off his helmet to wipe sweat off his forehead. The rival team’s captain Saimul walked over to Bilal’s team captain Muneeb(nickname: Pakora).

  ‘’Ha-ha Pakora we won the last match as this match is drawn but we win because of more points.’’  Saimul said.

  The rival players started chanting in celebration.

  Pakora looked at Bilal with a look that said, ‘I’m gonna shove that bat up your ass.’

  Hassam walked up to the fallen stumps and threw one wicket up in the air. 

  ‘’You were supposed to concentrate on the cock ball!’’ Pakora told Bilal.

  ‘’Well someone else was concentrating on mine.’’ Bilal replied with an unenthusiastic smile.

  The wicket landed near where the coach was standing. It had just missed his head. The coach, a tall buffed up guy, was furious!

  ‘’Who the hell threw this at me?’’ He shouted holding the wicket in his hand.

  All the boys in the field pointed their fingers towards Bilal.

Chapter2

‘’You got your ass fractured?’’ Bilal’s best friend Obaid asked standing by his side.

  Bilal lay in a hospital bed. The coach had smashed the wicket on Bilal’s hips and the bones got fractured in the process. Unfortunately, Bilal’s parents were gone to a wedding in Pakistan so he had no one to file a report against the evil coach.

  ‘’Woe is me!’’ Obaid screamed bursting into tears.

  Bilal sighed; he wished Obaid could be normal for once. He and Obaid met that school year. Obaid had just joined Al Ain Junior Idiots and on his debut, he slipped on something in class and his face landed on a girl’s tits!

  That girl’s boyfriend was ironically Bilal and the tried his best to pull Obaid’s head out of the giant watermelons. Obaid was suffocating but Bilal got him out by using his greasy semen just in time for mouth-to-mouth CPR. Obaid survived and so began the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

  Obaid also had another serious problem besides being clumsy and losing oxygen between two gigantic boobs. That was reading classical poetry out loud. The kids in school called him ‘The Pathaan Shakespeare’.

  One day he had accidentally got himself into detention and he was alone with a hot chick in class. So to silence the great Obaid the hot girl had to show him her ass just to shut up for one hour.

  ‘’Oh Bilal, you’re okay!’’ His girlfriend Amima had just entered the room and was hugging him.

  She then grabbed his face and started kissing him on the lips continuously. A sexy blonde nurse entered the room and saw what was happening.

  ‘’We must run another check on the patient. Please let go of his tongue now.’’ The nurse demanded.

  Amima turned around and punched her on the face. She fell down on her back in a second.

  ‘’Woe is me again!’’ Obaid exclaimed.

  He had fallen in love with the blonde at first sight (as usual). He began walking to her side when just at that moment, Amima tripped him with her ankle and he fell onto the nurse’s big boobs. Luckily, the doctor used Obaid’s own semen to slip him out. 

Chapter3

After one month:

  ‘’Thank God you’re okay.’’ Amima said and nudged her finger into Bilal’s chest.

  ‘’I get it already.’’ Bilal said with a tired grin.

  They were in Amima’s bedroom.

  ‘’Look won’t your Mom hear us if we have sex?’’ Bilal asked her.

  ‘’No I put a sleeping powder in her coffee.’’ Amima replied taking off her clothes.

  What Amima didn’t know was that she had accidentally put rat poison into the cup!

Chapter4

Three days later:

  The police investigation team thought Bilal was responsible for the death of his girlfriend’s mother. So they took him to the police station for an interview.

  ‘’Where were you the night of the murder?’’  One of the two investigators asked him in the interrogation room.

  Bilal’s face turned tomato red and he could not utter a single word.

  ‘’He was fucking his girlfriend at that time!’’ The other detective exclaimed and both of them started laughing.

  They continued laughing until they were bored. They later left Bilal humiliated but without any charges.

Chapter5

Amima had called her boyfriend Bilal earlier to go along with her to the funeral home reception.

  ‘’You’re finally here.’’ The receptionist, who was also a close friend of Amima’s mother, welcomed them as they entered the hall.

  ‘’Where’s the letter Mrs. Bradshaw?’’ Amima asked.

  ‘’I’m so sorry about your mother and-‘’

  ‘’Just give me the letter please.’’ Amima interrupted her.

  Mrs. Bradshaw handed out the envelope to her. She reluctantly opened it up and read the letter in her mind. She then put the letter into the envelope and kept it in her purse.

  ‘’What does it say?’’ Bilal asked with concern.

  ‘’I must fulfill my Mom’s dream.’’ Amima finally replied after a short period of silence.

  She was starting to walk away but Bilal grabbed her wrist.

  ‘’And what was her particular dream?’’ He asked with one eyebrow raised.

  ‘’To…’’

  ‘’Hmmm…’’

  ‘’Become a porn-star.’’ 

  ‘’What the fuck!?’’

  Amima let her arm go free and departed from the reception. Just then, an 18 year old teenage girl entered the hall. She was wearing a black leather jacket over a gray colored blouse and black leather jeans. Her hair was tangled up in a weird way and she had her nose pierced.

  ‘’Where’s the envelope lady?’’ She asked the receptionist in haste. 

  The receptionist began to search in particular files and folders under her desk. Finally, Mrs. Bradshaw found the envelope.

  ‘’Here you go Mrs. Humaira.’’ Mrs. Bradshaw said after handing it to her.

  The gothic girl took off the seal of the envelope and took out the letter inside. 

  I won’t let her near my dick or she would tear that off as well, Bilal thought. 

  She looked at the paper for a moment then told Mrs. Bradshaw.

  ‘’This is not my Mom’s signature.’’ She told the receptionist angrily.

Chapter6

‘’Listen jaani that isn’t your Mom’s will!’’ Bilal was speaking on his cell phone some time after the incident.

  Amima had left the hall and grabbed a taxi then went straight home without Bilal.

  ‘’Look I always thought my Mom met Dad in a damn sex club.’’ Amima told him. 

  She was packing her bags and heading off to France to start her career as a pornographic actress.

  ‘’Oh, come on!’’ Bilal exclaimed with frustration. ‘’The letters got mixed up, just take a look at the signature for proof.’’

  ‘’I burned both the letter and the envelope.’’ Amima murmured angrily.

  Bilal felt as if his head was going to burst with irritation. He picked up the real will from his study table. He was in his bedroom and Obaid was lying on his bed (as usual). Obaid was petting Bilal’s dog Charlie. Bilal had a black bulldog for protection and the dog was bigger than any major porn-star’s dick.

  ‘’I have your Mom’s actual will right here!’’ Bilal told her over the phone.

  Just as he raised the paper in his hand, Charlie leapt and snatched it with his teeth.

  ‘’So what do you want me to do with, huh?’’ Amima asked.

  ‘’FUCK!’’ Bilal shouted when he saw Charlie with the paper placed between his teeth.

  ‘’What?’’ Amima asked in confusion.

  Charlie put the paper down on the floor and raised his bottom right above it.

  ‘’You didn’t answer my question Bilal. What am I going to do with your self-written goddamn fake will!?’’ Amima asked him again.

  ‘’Just don’t fucking shit on it!’’ Bilal shouted at Charlie.

  ‘’Bye asshole!’’ Amima exclaimed hanging up the phone.

  ‘’Wait I didn’t mean you. Shit!’’

  And ironically when Bilal said shit, the dog followed the command. Bilal stared at Obaid furiously.

  ‘’Hey I only commanded him to catch the written paper.’’ Obaid told him.

Chapter7

Bilal and his best friend Obaid along with the shitting-on-wills dog Charlie arrived at the Paris Airport the next morning.

  ‘’I can’t believe you were planning to do that!’’ Bilal shouted angrily at his friend as they stood outside waiting for a taxi.

  ‘’Look I was only trying to teach Charlie a new trick and you told the hot airhostess to put him in the dumb shit pet area.’’ Obaid replied in disgust.

  ‘’Charlie was going to rip her damn miniskirt off!’’

  ‘’Your point?’’

  Bilal sighed. He waved his hand at a nearby taxi. He and Obaid got in and they were off to the building of Lady Foxy.

Chapter8

After a few minutes they stood outside the tall red building. The security guard halted Charlie as no dogs were allowed so Obaid decided to stay back along with his canine friend. Bilal entered the building. The area was like a 5-star hotel reception. There were many eager young people standing near the elevator and stairs chatting with each other.

  On the left was the counter and behind it a blonde bombshell with red-framed glasses. She was wearing a tight dark blue shirt and black miniskirt. She looked at Bilal with seductive eyes although he was looking at her tits.

  ‘’May I help you?’’ She asked him.

  ‘’Yes…’’

  ‘’In what way?’’ She asked.

  Bilal saw the name tag on the side of her shirt.

  ‘’Megan I want to know if Amima Iqra has signed up for the porn star search?’’ Bilal asked.

  ‘’Sorry can’t help you.’’

  ‘’Why is that?’’ 

  ‘’Because I’m not allowed to give any private info on the candidates.’’ She told him.

  ‘’’Pretty please.’’

  Megan was tapping the pen in her hand on the table as she thought. Bilal wished she could tap his pen like that.

  ‘’There’s another way.’’ Megan finally declared.

 

 Chapter9

I can’t believe I’m doing this, Bilal thought.

  He was standing in a line along with other male candidates. One of them was going to be selected for the super category. The super category meant that the lucky guy would make a video with famous porn actress Jessic-AH.

  Bilal was selected. He entered the set without getting a chance to look at the female candidates to check if one of them was Amima. 

  ‘’Hey pal remove your clothes already.’’ The director said to Bilal in an Australian accent.

  There were huge cameras on every side of the medium-sized bedroom set. In the middle was a large bed covered with a maroon bed sheet. On top of the bed was Jessic-AH. She was naked and her blonde hair was sparkling by the light of the cameras when the room light was shut off.

  Now only the light of the cameras were beaming. Jessic-AH’s face was being pressed by make-up by the crew. Bilal walked towards her and felt his sperm rate rising.

  ‘’I told you to take off your fucking clothes. Now sit on the bed and start stripping!’’ The director called out to Bilal.

  The filmmaker then took a seat in the director’s chair. Bilal began untying his shirt buttons slowly.

  ‘’Hurry!’’ The director called out again.

  The make-up staff left Jessic-AH. She quickly grabbed Bilal’s shirt with her red nail-polished fingertips. 

  ‘’Idiot you’re taking too long. I’ll do it for you.’’ She ripped his shirt off, threw his belt away and told Bilal to quickly remove his jeans. When he had done it, Amima ripped off his underwear with one hand. Bilal blocked his penis with his hands in shame

  ‘’Hey pal please. This is not a circus, now get your dick up.’’ The Australian director ordered him.

  Bilal slowly let go of his penis. 

  ‘’Now lights, cameras, action!’’ Jessic-AH began sucking Bilal’s penis. Bilal touched her silky hair time and time again.

PLUCK.

  Bilal’s semen poured out into Jessic-AH’s mouth. She swallowed it in a second.

  ‘’I thought you said this would happen in the last part of the video!?’’ Jessic-AH called out to the director.

  The director was furious. He threw the scripts on the floor.

  ‘’What the fuck is this? We’ll take five and get that kid drugged.’’ The director said picking up the fallen scripts.

  After exactly five minutes the video shoot started again. Bilal was dizzy because of the drugs he was given.

  ‘’I haven’t had a drink like that in my entire fucking life.’’ He whispered to himself.

  The director called out the trademark three words and after the call of action. Jessic-AH leaped on Bilal and began tapping her ass on his dick.

  Bilal was feeling good and bad at the same time because of the drugs. After ten minutes, Bilal came again on Jessic-AH’S legs.

  ‘’Let’s take five one more time people!’’ The director called out.

  Bilal was drugged again. A male crew member handed him an energy drink can.

  ‘’Drink this in the one minute break.’’ He told him.

  The shot began for the third fucking time and Bilal was drilling his dick inside her ass. There were loud banging noises.

  ‘’Ah ah!’’ Jessic-AH was producing her signature sound.

  Suddenly, the one minute break was announced. Bilal stopped banging and let go of her ass.

  ‘’You’re fun to play with.’’ Jessic-AH flirted with him.

  In the last part, Bilal was going to come on Jessic-AH’s face.

  Bilal aimed his dick on Jessic-AH’s face and before the director announced action, he drank the energy drink. Bilal’s body turned red and when action was finally called out, Bilal’s come blasted out like a pregnancy delivery.

  Jessic-AH fell off the bed with her face covered in a web. Bilal was surprised, he read the label on the back of the drink: 

Made with real NUCLEAR POWER. Only in America!

  The director was so happy with the shoot, though Jessic-AH had to be driven to the hospital for plastic surgery.

Chapter10

Bilal and Obaid along with Charlie reached the Hot Dog Awards ceremony the following night. Obaid had found out a dark secret and Megan, the receptionist, allowed them to enter through the back door of the building.

  ‘’Do you have the blood sample?’’ Bilal asked Megan while Obaid concentrated on her tits.

  ‘’Yeah. I was sleeping with the manager last night.’’ Megan said handing him a finger-sized bottle containing a blood sample.

  They were backstage and the announcer’s voice was clearly audible.

  ‘’I would like to give the Best Actor Award to Chikna Wala Hassan for doing it with not one, but two goats!’’ The announcer declared followed by the sound of hands clapping.

  Bilal heard Amima’s name being announced. He quickly entered the stage through the curtains. Amima was holding a golden nude statue in her hand. He snatched the microphone from the announcer.

  ‘’Amima listen.’’ Bilal said through the microphone, ‘’the will was fake. Your estranged father William Foxy made it so that you could enter the porn industry and make him money.’’

  Mr. Foxy entered the stage through the curtains.

  ‘’Amima he is lying!’’ Mr. Foxy said. ‘’I would never do that to my own daughter.’’

  ‘’So you are my father.’’ Amima said.

  Man, Mr. Foxy is such an idiot, he exposed himself without me having to expose him, Bilal thought.

Aftermath

Bilal and Amima watched the rest of the show on TV at her Paris apartment.

  ‘’And the Video Masterpiece Award goes to Obaid and Charlie!’’ The announcer declared.

  Bilal and his girlfriend first saw Chikna Wala Hassan tearing his hair out, and then Obaid and Charlie’s video on the big screen behind the announcer.

-The End?-