Man of Power 3: Back to Business
Korben Hunter
Man of Power 3: Back to Business
Korben Hunter
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Table of Contents
Series Info
Introduction
Chapter 1 – Vikas is Back
Chapter 2 – Rhea Tells Her Friend
Chapter 3 – Who is Vansh Chaudhary?
Chapter 4 – Vansh Meets Hina
Chapter 5 – Parineeti Confesses
Chapter 6 – Rhea is Missing Vikas
Chapter 7 – Jacqueline and Kriti Meet Vikas
Chapter 8 – Kriti is Smitten
Chapter 9 – Genelia’s Gift
Chapter 10 – Meeting the HR Manager
Chapter 11 – Pujita Acts with Boldness
Chapter 12 – Family Reunion at Sonali’s
Chapter 13 – Quick Kitchen Visit
Chapter 14 – Vikas Rules Family Dinner
Chapter 15 – Vikas Chilling with Family
Chapter 16 – Stolen Kisses
Chapter 17 – Shriya Joins the Gym
Chapter 18 – Shriya Thanks Vikas
Chapter 19 - Parineeti Picks Up a Piece
Chapter 20 – A Quick Tryst With Sonali
Chapter 21 – Gym Memberships
Chapter 22 – Vikas Auditions a Model
Chapter 23 – Parineeti Working Hard
Chapter 24 – Vansh is Summoned by the CEO
Chapter 25 – Vikas Visits the Travel Desk
Chapter 26 – Dropping Off Parineeti
Chapter 27 – Hina Gets Good News
Chapter 28 – Kajal and Vikas Date Thailand Style
Chapter 29 – Parineeti Thinking About Vikas
Chapter 30 – Hina Enjoys Anticipation
Chapter 31 – Vikas Meets with Shilpa
Chapter 32 – Vikas and Shilpa’s Private Meeting
Chapter 33 – Raj Joins the Client Meeting
Chapter 34 – Huma Uses the Copy Machine
Chapter 35 – Shilpa Tells Raj the Plan
Chapter 36 – Hina’s Hard Audition
Chapter 37 – Neetu Has Lunch with Boss
Chapter 38 – Meeting the Hotel Manager
Chapter 39 – Pooja Hegde Gets the Good News
Chapter 40 – Hina Meets Parineeti
Chapter 41 – Shilpa is Smug
Chapter 42 – Hina Meets Vikas
Chapter 43 – Hina Becomes a Model
Chapter 44 – Hina Gets a Lift
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Series Info
This is the third book in the series. In the first book Vikas meets Kajal, their romance grows and they get married. Vikas also takes charge of his mother-in-law - Sonali. After his marriage with Kajal, Vikas takes her and her family on their honeymoon as a family trip.
The second book covers their journey on the honeymoon during which they travel to Indonesia, Malaysia and Thailand. They also take a cruise in those parts. On this journey, it turns out that Kajal enjoys it when Vikas claims pretty girls and tells her about it.
In the third book (this one), Vikas and the rest of the family are back in Bombay and everybody goes back to their business. The first two books are available as ebooks also on the same platforms as this book.
Introduction
You must have heard the expression “It’s the journey, not the destination.” Keep that in mind as you read this book. I write my stories in a constant stream with things happening and days passing. During these a lot of sex happens as well which, of course, is the whole purpose of writing erotica.
There are a lot of sub-plots that start in this book, some move ahead significantly, some only a small bit. But that’s all part of the game. The characters will continue, the storylines will progress in each book and hopefully you will continue to enjoy each book with these sub-plots moving forward. I am just telling you this now so you don’t feel disappointed that everything that gets started in this book does not get finished.
If I wait to finish the whole story or even a big part of it, there will be a bigger gap between books and my fans (well, Vikas’ fans really) don’t want to wait for months for the next part. So, I hope you enjoy this book in what it brings to you and trust me to bring the next part out soon.
Chapter 1 – Vikas is Back
“Good morning, Sir.” Parineeti stepped into his office with a cheerful smile.
She stood there a minute to let Vikas see her in her new outfit. She was wearing a tight fitting tank top with a floral print, and a matching miniskirt which was not reaching past her mid-thighs. She had high heels on which Vikas could see as she walked around his desk to approach his chair.
It was not evident in her demeanour but Parineeti’s heart was beating very fast. She had not seen her boss for about 5 weeks and she didn’t know what had changed in the meantime. Before he went on his honeymoon, he and Parineeti had become close enough that they could kiss now and then. But that was before he went on his honeymoon and mostly before his wedding.
The car ride from the wedding venue was a fond memory for Parineeti. She was riding with Vikas and he had called her his second wife in his new wife’s presence. Parineeti recalled that moment regularly, especially late at night in her bedroom. The fact was though, that she and Vikas had not had a single kiss after he was married.
Parineeti really wanted to resume their previous relationship. Even after his marriage, she still held her desire to be his personal, not just his personal secretary, but his personal in every way. This morning she had changed 7 times trying to find the perfect outfit for her first post-honeymoon meeting with him. She didn’t want to dress slutty, but she knew how visual men are and how often subtlety is lost on them.
After several attempts she had finally chosen the tank top and miniskirt. This skirt showed her long, shapely legs but wasn’t totally slutty. Her big boobs were well supported by the top and there was a small amount of cleavage, just enough to draw the eye but not so deep she would look like the heroine of a c-grade movie.
On her approach she was very clear. She had to be bold and behave like she did before his marriage. She had sat on his lap a few times and she had started to establish a routine of kissing him when saying goodnight. She had not had much time to fully establish that routine before his wedding because they were both so busy. Now, she wanted to continue all that and make it so a good morning kiss and goodnight kiss were part of their daily routine. She was sure she could build it from there.
Still, approaching him now, the last two feet before getting right next to him, Parineeti could feel her legs shaking a bit. In her head, she had already practiced this many times, how she would walk up to him, turn to left, lower her butt on his lap, put her arm around his shoulders…
Also, in her head, she had imagined this going various ways. From the best scenario where she ended up bent over his desk to the worst where he chided her and told her he could not keep her on as his secretary under the circumstances. Last night she had dreamt that he had given her a contract to sign whereby she became fully his property.
The mental practice came in handy and Parineeti smoothly lowered her butt to her boss’ lap and put her right arm around his shoulders.
“Hello Sir.” She smiled at him, her heart still stuck in her throat.
“Hello darling.” Vikas closed his arms around her slender body and pulled her close.
Now, Parineeti lost her nervousness. She leaned in and kissed Vikas on the lips. It was a slow, casual kiss with lips open and tongues touching but not going into hot, heavy make out territory.
“Hmmm, you are becoming a better kisser.” Parineeti smiled as they parted “Your wife’s been teaching you?”
“Something like that!” Vikas grinned.
It was deliberate that Parineeti had mentioned his wife casually. She wanted to hint that she was happy to be on his lap and kiss him while knowing well that he was married.
“How was your honeymoon?” She asked while staying on his lap.
“It was good. How was your holiday?” Vikas kept his arm around her and caressed her back.
“Very nice. Thank you. Jackie said she will thank you herself personally.” Parineeti grinned “You know what that means!”
“I do indeed.” Vikas remembered how slutty Jacqueline was and how she expressed gratitude with a full-on make-out kiss.
“You asked me to bring bikini pics of me.” Parineeti said tongue-in-cheek “Do you want me to email them to you or show you now?”
“Well, we have a lot of catching up to do. Let’s go out for lunch and have a proper catch up.” Vikas said.
“Sure, Sir.” Parineeti could hardly contain her excitement “I will make the reservation. SpiceKlub?”
“Yes, that’s fine.”
Chapter 2 – Rhea Tells Her Friend
“Sonal! You bitch! Give me my phone back.” Rhea screamed chasing her friend around the desks.
“I will.” Sonal said, climbing on a desk and staying out of Rhea’s reach “I just want to see your wallpaper.”
Before Rhea could reach her Sonal turned on Rhea’s phone screen and looked at her lock screen wallpaper.
“Oh!” Sonal said in a perplexed voice “Who is that? I thought you had your new filmstar crush on it.”
Rhea didn’t reply and Sonal gave the phone back.
“Who is that?” Sonal persisted “Is it a hero from the South Indian films?”
“No!” Rhea had to answer “It’s my jiju.”
“He’s very handsome.” Sonal said “I saw him at the wedding, but he looks different in casual clothes, very sexy though.”
“Isn’t he?” Rhea agreed “He’s like a filmstar himself.”
“Where is the photo from? Looks like a beach.”
“Yes, it was on his honeymoon. You do remember I was gone for a month?”
“Of course.” Sonal said “But I didn’t know you were going with him on his honeymoon.
“I did. We all did. He took the whole family.”
“Wow! That’s amazing. Where did you go?”
And for the next one hour Rhea told Sonal all about her trip and how wonderful her brother-in-law was.
“You love him, don’t you?” Sonal said.
Rhea paused at being caught like that but then nodded “I am pathetic, aren’t I?”
“Can’t say that.” Sonal said “He is awfully handsome. And from what you have told me he’s very sweet as well. He is very rich and powerful but he takes care of the whole family.”
“Exactly! You do get him. He’s so wonderful.”
“Yeah, not many men like that around.” Sonal said “Usually men get a little power, they become dictators.”
“Not jiju, he’s not a dictator.” Rhea said “More like a benevolent king.”
“Dude, you are totally in love with him.” Sonal said.
“I know.” Rhea sighed “But can you blame me?”
“No, can’t blame you really.” Sonal agreed “If I met someone like that I would go crazy for him to0.”
“Even if he were married?”
“Well, he’s only married to your sister.” Sonal pointed out “Saali aadhi ghawali, no?”
“That’s what I keep telling him!” Rhea said excitedly.
“What does he say?”
“Nothing. He just keeps being himself, charming, sweet, sexy, but completely appropriate.”
“That’s a shame when you clearly want him to do you.”
Rhea turned her phone screen on and held it in front of Sonal.
“Ok, ok,” Sonal said “I get your point. Now turn that off. It does something to me. Actually, send a copy of that photo to me.”
“Why? Are you sweet on him suddenly?”
“It’s not like I want to push him down on that wet sand and ride him like a stallion,” Sonal said “but he is easy on the eyes.”
“Sonal, what will I do?” Rhea moaned.
“Nothing!” Sonal said firmly “He’s your brother-in-law. Your sister’s husband!”
“What would you do if he was your brother-in-law?”
“I would climb in his bed one night and pretend like I am my sister.”
“My sister sleeps with him, you know?” Rhea reminded her.
“Not in my head.” Sonal shook her head “In my head, he sleeps alone and completely nude.”
“You little slut!” Rhea elbowed her “You are totally picturing jiju naked.”
“Will you introduce me some time?”
“Sure. But then don’t blame me if you fall in love with him, too.”
“I don’t fall in love, baby, I fall in lust.” Sonal said “That’s more my style.”
“Yeah, I know. Did you fuck that one, what was his name, Nakul?”
“Haha, yes, but I have had two more since Nakul.” Sonal said proudly.
“You little tramp!”
“Well, you were gone for a whole month.” Sonal protested “I had no entertainment. It’s not I had a hunk of a brother-in-law to snuggle with.”
“Oh, Sonal, I forgot to tell you,” Rhea said excitedly “One night, I did get in the bed with him.”
“Really? Wow.”
“Yes, this was on the ship. Kajal and Jiju were watching a movie, and I just…”
Chapter 3 – Who is Vansh Chaudhary?
Vansh was not a big fan of irony but even he could not deny that his life was full of it. He had always been a shy kid who had grown up into a shy adult. This shyness of his had always directed him towards things that could be done alone or indoors, or both.
His parents had got him a small camera for his 12th birthday. It had very quickly become his obsession. He spent so much time with it that it was inevitable that he would become good with it. His parents were very proud of it and their house was full of photographs that he had taken.
The irony was that the parents who were very proud of his photography skills and could not stop talking about it to relatives, had been horrified when he had expressed an interest in joining an art school to become a photographer. What, he would become one of those people who carried around a camera bag in a wedding and took pictures of people while they were trying to eat in peace? What would people say? And those people were always starving. None of them ever seemed to make any real money. It was such an uncertain field. No, no, Vansh must do something more practical and useful that would get him a job and a career – like software engineering. If he wanted to carry on taking photos on weekends for his own pleasure, why, there was no harm in that. No harm at all.
Computers like the camera was another thing that could be done indoors and mostly alone or with other humans far away by means of the internet. Vansh had excelled at it. He had passed the graduate degree with distinction and then postgraduate degree with first class.
Another irony in his life was that even in the early stages of photography when he realised that he might be able to get some real skill with camera, he wanted to become a fashion photographer. The allure was, of course, the pretty girls that he would get to photograph and, hopefully, date. But he was still pathologically shy and while he was great behind the camera, just holding the camera did not give him the courage to talk to them.
Vansh had left Pune in the hope that he would be able to find a better job in Bombay. The truth was that he wanted to live alone and have a social life which he could not do in Pune where he had to live with his parents. So, after doing a few small IT jobs in Pune for a couple of years, he had gathered enough courage to lie to his parents that he had received an offer for a good job from a company in Bombay. They had been a little sad but Pune and Bombay are hardly 3 hours drive away and they had accepted the fact that their little bird had grown up and wanted to fly. Vansh had moved to Bombay.
In Bombay, he had struggled for a while, holding on to the hope of becoming a professional photographer. He visited many studios and newspaper offices to see if anybody would hire him. While having a degree in photography is by no means a requirement in the photography profession, it can help one to produce some kind of background which gives the potential employer some confidence into the candidate. Vansh had no background and simply producing example of his work somehow didn’t seem to get him the jobs he wanted. He did get some offers for freelance work and he gave it a shot but the work was not well-paid or regular. He was eating into his savings and feeding his camera the same thing. But it could not go on forever.
After he missed the rent payment twice in a row and the landlord gave him a printed eviction notice, Vansh had to accept that he will need to find a job in the field where he had the qualification if for no other reason than to keep body and soul together. He still wanted to live in Bombay and for that he would need money. Somehow the hopeful air of the city had infected his spirit and he felt like some day he would be able to realise his dreams if he just stayed in Bombay.
The job that Vansh found was another great, and cruel, irony in his life. He found a job in an ad agency. It was a medium sized ad agency and Vansh would have given his first-born to get a chance there. In fact, he had tried it in within the first week after he moved to Bombay, but was told that without relevant qualifications they would not even consider his application.
But, the second time, when he came around, desperate for money to survive, they had been happy to accept his application and make him an offer on the same day. Because he had applied in the IT department this time. So, Vansh was working in his dream company just two floors down from his dream job, stuck in a job that he could do really well but hated with his guts. Even in a life so stacked with irony, this was not the supreme irony of his life. That honour was reserved for his girlfriend.
Everybody knew, including Vansh, that Hina was way too hot for him. By rights, she was way out of league. Yet, she was his girlfriend, because of the simple fact that he was a photographer even though he wasn’t. He had come across her in the last stages of his struggle. She had been rejected as a model from the same modelling agency where Vansh had been rejected as a photographer. They had literally collided on their way out and bonded over their similar misfortune.
Hina had been struggling in Bombay as a model for more than twice the length that Vansh had been trying to get a job as a photographer. As a model you didn’t need qualifications but you did need a shitload of luck. Hina was gorgeous but also smart. She had found a job as a waitress in the very first month that she had landed in Bombay from her small village via Delhi. It had taken her a long time to make this journey from J&K to Bombay for reasons similar to Vansh’s own story.
She was determined to make it big in show business but each year as her age rose, her hopes became a little more unrealistic and her struggle became a little more desperate. She had come to Bombay when she was just about to become 30 and while she didn’t look more than 22, she was competing against real 22 year olds who looked 18. Now after a couple of years while she still looked stunning, her competition was getting more fierce not less. But she was a realist. She worked her waitress job to pay for her food and rent, and took advantage of the shift timings to continue her struggle. Now it had just become habit. She took rejections in her stride and still continued to register with any talent agency she found promising and paid the registration fee willingly.
It’s not that Hina didn’t know how the industry worked or that she was unwilling to pay the price for fame and fortune. She knew that even to get a good portfolio made a girl had to sleep with the photographer. To get an actual modelling gig, a girl had to sleep with…well, whoever was calling the shots. But she was not prepared to sleep with just anyone. If it were a photographer, it would have to be a good photographer, if it were a producer or agency head, she better have a chance at getting the job before she would spread her legs for them.
The problem with this thinking is that there are more of the models and fewer of the photographers and talent agents. This dynamic is so skewed in their favour that even a crappy photographer with a half-room studio that he sleeps in at night can “date” two or three different girls a week. For bigger ones where Hina aimed, she could not even get her foot in the door. She had assessed this situation quickly and managed to get her portfolio made by a photographer who was not completely crap. She had slept with him twice, showered like crazy after each time, and then never headed that way again.
Sadly, that portfolio which cost her money every time she got copies made, had been tossed into too many wastebaskets around the town. It was after another such wasted and soul-breaking afternoon that Hina had met Vansh while coming out of the agency after hearing “Sorry, we are not looking for amateurs at this time. Leave your headshot, we’ll call you.”
Chapter 4 – Vansh Meets Hina
Vansh and Hina had gotten along fine right from start. They had gone out to various tourist spots and even for dinner when they could afford to eat out. Vansh was very attracted to her simply because…well, she was stunning. Her non-existent career notwithstanding, she was model material from head to toe. She had a great fashion sense and dressed bold in a way that looked hot and adorable at the same time. Why she hung out with him, Vansh never new. The few friends that he had now were also never sure why she was with him.
But she was with him. There was no doubt about that. Vansh would probably never have got the courage but it was Hina who had initiated their first kiss. It was on a rainy afternoon, when they were waiting out the rain under a shop awning that she had simply leaned in and kissed him. On the lips. Just like they do in the movies. It would have grown into something more but Vansh was never comfortable with such behaviour in public. It had taken him a long time to hold her hand when they were out. Hina had a shift right after that and after she had gone, Vansh had walked home in the rain, happy as the cat who has licked the cream off the milk and gotten away unwatched.
That weekend, when Hina and Vansh both didn’t have a job to go to, they had had sex. He had loved it. She was his first and Vansh had loved every moment of it. Hina had told him it was great. They had done more of that. And many more times since then. Given Hina’s schedule and her dedication to doing the rounds of studios and agencies in her spare time, they didn’t have sex very often, but he liked knowing that they could, any time. They were a couple.
He loved her and he was sure that she loved him too. They had not really talked about it, but he knew that he wanted to spend his life with her. They had celebrated their first anniversary a couple of months ago, and his friends had openly said that they were jealous of him. Yes, the same bastards who used to tease him that he was dating above his level, were now jealous of him. He loved that.
A big problem that he could foresee in his otherwise wonderful future was his parents. He had not yet told them about Hina. He wasn’t sure how they would react to him wanting to marry a Muslim girl. They were quite progressive normally, but people behave weirdly when it’s a question of religion or their children’s marriage, and this was both. Still, having been with her for more than a year, he was thinking about taking a chance and doing it now. He had a plan to take her home with him on Diwali and introduce her to his family.
It would help if Hina got a modelling break before then, everybody knew, the normal rules didn’t apply to show business people. Or if by some miracle, he himself managed to get his photography career started, it would be the same thing. But Vansh knew that those two things were very uncertain and improbable while the date for Diwali was already fixed. It would be here in a couple of months. It was weird that the two uncertain things actually happened but the certain thing didn’t happen. Diwali never came for Vansh that year.
Not only did Hina get a great break in modelling, Vansh himself got an amazing job as a photographer, but sadly, he lost Hina in the process. And that, was the supreme irony of his life.
Here’s how it happened. On Hina’s last birthday, they had gone out to the zoo and as usual Vansh had taken his camera with him. Somehow the conversation had turned towards their careers and Hina had mentioned that it was weird that she was dating a photographer and yet, he had never done a photoshoot of her.
“What are you talking about?” He said “I take photos of you all the time.”
“I am not talking about snaps.” Hina said “I mean a photoshoot, like a proper photoshoot for a portfolio. Headshots and such.”
“Babe, I don’t have a studio, you know that.”
“You don’t need a studio.” Hina said “We can do an outdoor shoot. The city is full of interesting backdrops.”
That made Vansh think. They talked about it and even scouted the city for good backdrops for portrait photos. Then a week after their anniversary they finally did it. They got photos done in various different places and did a final part of the shoot in Hina’s apartment. Vansh edited them and the output was like a professional portfolio. Hina was really happy with it. She started using that instead of her two-year old crappy portfolio.
It was a good enough set of photos that Vansh could use it as his portfolio as well. He had still not lost hope that some day he would be a photographer in this same company. The photography department was just two floors above the IT floor. But to Vansh, that was a 100-mile journey. The agency made many video ads and print ads. For video ads the crews were usually hired from outside, but for print ads they had a couple of photographers in-house who did the job. Vansh knew he had no hope of being considered if he applied again.
His only chance was to talk directly to the CEO, show him his work and somehow persuade him to try him out. He had never met the CEO but he had seen him in company events and he was a young guy, well, not as young as Vansh, but definitely not CEO-age. Vansh argued that he would be open to new ideas and taking chances on people. But taking a bold action like that was not in Vansh’s character.
“Baby, you have to take the chance.” Hina said when he told her his idea.
“It’s just that he’s very busy, and I don’t want to…I mean I will look like a fool if he…”
“Ok, ok.” Hina knew about Vansh’s shy and oftentimes timid character and while she didn’t like it, she always made allowances for it “How about you send him an email, attach the best photos to that email and write a cover letter explaining who you are and what you want?”
Anything that could get him out of an uncomfortable social situation was always welcome in Vansh’s world. He liked the email idea.
It proved harder than he had thought. He created the email, attached the photos, wrote a cover letter, but he could not click Send. He had a grave feeling that he was making a fool of himself. He was not a photographer. He was the IT guy. Why would the high-ranking CEO who ran this big company, waste time on his dreams and aspirations? He could see it in his mind’s eye that the CEO will get the email, make a face and delete it. Vansh left the email in the Drafts folder.
For a few days, Hina asked him if he had sent the email. Vansh had made some excuse. She tried reminding him that it could be good for her career as well as his.
“Baby, VisCom does so many projects, they are growing like a rocket.” She said “They must need a lot of models. I have already applied there but always been told that they don’t hire directly. Can you imagine if my photo caught the CEO’s eye? It could be the making of my career.”
“Yes, yes, of course.” Vansh agreed.
“Just a couple of projects from VisCom,” She persisted “even print ads, could get me started. God knows, I am not getting anything anywhere else, and I don’t want to be a waitress all my life. I want to do some modelling while I am still young and pretty.”
Vansh agreed “You are right. I will send it on Monday.”
But that Monday never came. He always lost his nerve at the last moment. The email lived in his Drafts folder for over a month. Then the CEO got married and went on a month-long holiday for his honeymoon. Vansh cursed himself.
Last night after a wonderful weekend, Vansh and Hina had a bad fight that somehow turned towards his unwillingness to send the email to the CEO. In her anger, Hina even accused him of being petty and jealous. She said he didn’t want her to be successful because he was intimidated by her.
As he walked to work this morning from the station, the fight was still fresh in Vansh’s mind and he was wondering if there was any truth in what Hina said. He knew that the CEO was joining back from today. The email was still lying in Vansh’s Drafts folder. He looked at the large words “Visual Communications” as he entered the door under them and crossed the lobby of the big building.
He took the lift to his floor, walked to his office and sat down. His colleagues had not arrived yet. Vansh always arrived half an hour before starting time. He sat down, turned on his computer and pulled out the single email from the Drafts folder. He read the message again for the thousandth time:
“Dear Mr. Malhotra,
Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Vansh Chaudhary, I work in the IT department of VisCom….”
The nerves were still there. His hand was shaking a little. But today, he was angry. How could Hina said that he didn’t want her to succeed? There was some guilt mixed with the anger, was she right, was he insecure? And there was a little hope too, what if the boss didn’t delete the email, what if the face he made was a thoughtful, critical face, what if he replied….
Vansh steadied his hand and typed the email address in the “To:” field “Vikas Malhotra”. He pressed Control-K. The name became underlined. The address was correct. Only one thing left to do…one little thing…
He clicked Send.
“Phew!” He expelled his breath noisily.
Chapter 5 – Parineeti Confesses
SpiceKlub was not the most posh restaurant in Bombay but it was close. Their trade was usually CEOs, top management and celebrities. This was quite in contrast with the Indian street food which was their speciality but that’s how Bombay is – a study in contradictions.
Vikas and Parineeti were welcomed by the head waiter as they entered. They were regulars there and the staff knew them. They were shown to their private booth without any wait. Vikas usually preferred the booth away from the crowd instead of taking a table by the window. For business lunches it provided fewer distractions to be away from the window as well as the crowd.
“So, now tell me what fun did you have in Goa?” Vikas asked Parineeti once they settled in their booth, sitting side by side.
“Goa was amazing, Sir.” Pari took out her phone and showed him some photos.
“The bikini photos as per your orders.” She said.
“Beautiful!” Vikas took the phone and swiped through the photos slowly “You look even hotter than I thought.”
“You are so sweet, Sir.” Parineeti kissed his cheek. She was sitting very close to him, peering over his shoulder, even though she didn’t need to see the pictures.
“Very nice. And did you go ahead from there to other places as you had planned?”
“Yes, Sir. We went to Rajasthan and Agra, you know, just for the Taj.” Parineeti replied “And by the way, I really, really want to go to the Taj Mahal with you some time. I missed you so much there.”
He put his arm around her and squeezed her softly “Of course, darling. Why not?”
They had a leisurely lunch and talked about their respective holidays. Parineeti fussed over him and served him during lunch, she listened to his stories and asked questions. She stayed very close to him, staying in his intimate space most of the time.
“By the way, did you like my outfit? I bought this in Goa.” She said leaning back so he could see her skimpy top and short skirt again.
“Of course, it looks great, I said so this morning - you look sensational.” Vikas smiled.
“Thank you, Sir. And if HR calls me in, you’ll have to save me. I am worried they will haul me in that my skirt is too short or something.”
“Well, they don’t need to bother with that. Your skirt is none of their business. After all, you are my personal, right?”
A wide smile lit up Parineeti’s face “Yes, Sir. You remembered!”
She was referring to the drunk phone call she had made from Goa to Vikas when he was on the cruise.
They stayed for dessert after the main meal. Vikas ordered ice cream while Parineeti ordered an Indian dessert called “Ras Malai”.
“Would you like a taste, Sir?” Parineeti offered.
“Sure. Thanks.”
Instead of pushing the plate towards him, Parineeti took a little spoonful and fed him with her own hand. He took it.
“Very nice.”
“Ah, you eat like a child.” Parineeti said which was an unfair comment on Vikas’ eating habits but it did give Parineeti the excuse to wipe the little drop of sugar syrup from the corner of his lips.
“Thank you, darling.”
Parineeti leaned in and kissed him. Her hand was placed gently at the back of his neck. She pulled him closer and pressed her lips on his. Vikas kissed her back, slowly sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. The slow kiss was very intimate and they both took their time with it. Vikas’ tongue parted her lips and Parineeti sucked it into her mouth. Their lips pressed harder against each other as the hot and wet kiss continued. Their breaths mingled in an erotic blend and their bodies pressed in a tight hug.
“Mmmm, that was a better dessert.” Vikas commented with a smile.
Parineeti looked into his eyes and said “Can I ask you something, Sir?”
“Sure, babe.”
With a little hesitation, she started “Ummm, Sir, it’s normal, like with Jackie’s boss, too, and other companies, I mean our company, too, you know, normally bosses, and their personal secretaries, like, I am sure you know….” She took a breath and looked up in his eyes again “How come you never took possession of me, Sir?”
Vikas smiled cupped her cheek in his hand and replied slowly in a gentle tone “I didn’t want to ruin your life, honey. You were a young girl under my protection. A young, beautiful girl,” he added “working under me, in my protection. You have a boyfriend and I saw no reason to ruin your life just for my enjoyment, or to satisfy my primal urges.”
“I had a boyfriend, Sir. I don’t any more. Haven’t had one for months. And it would not have mattered. I would have left him if you wanted, or kept him on the side, or whatever you said. I would have loved to belong to you.” Summoning her courage she added “I would love to belong to you.”
Keeping his arm around her slim waist, Vikas pulled her close “You are forgetting that I am married, darling.”
“I am not talking about marriage, Sir, just that it would be nice to be yours.”
“Okay, I won’t bullshit you. There were these superhot waitresses on the cruise we took. Like, I am talking supermodel hot, and in fact, most of them were failed models. There were 4 of them in First Class on the cruise. I did nail all of them. So the marriage excuse is not 100% valid. But they were models, they knew what they were doing and having sex with me won’t affect their life in any profound way.”
Vikas took a breath and continued in a slow, patient tone “But you, you are special. I can’t treat you as casually, and on the other hand you can’t have a future with me. I am indeed married and you are still a beautiful, young girl under my protection. Some day soon you will find someone worthy of you and you will live happily ever after. I don’t want to be the one mistake in your past that you look back at and regret.”
“You are not a mistake, Sir.” Parineeti tried to argue “But I…”
“No, sweetheart. I cannot help myself to you just because you are a sweet girl and somehow under the impression that you like me.”
“I don’t like you, Sir.” Parineeti said firmly “I love you!”
“That too.” Vikas said and pulled her in for a tight hug signalling the end of discussion.
Parineeti shut up and tried to keep her moist eyes from dripping as she clung to him tightly.
Chapter 6 – Rhea is Missing Vikas
“I miss Jiju!” Rhea wailed “It was so nice on the cruise. Why did we have to come back?”
She was looking at the photos from the trip on her tablet.
“We had to come back some time, baby!” Sonali said, looking over her shoulder.
“Doesn’t Jiju look so handsome in this tropical shirt?” Rhea said.
“Well, he’s a handsome boy. He looks good in suits and also in tropical shirts.” Sonali said casually “And he’s kind which is even more important.”
“Mumma, in the old days kings used to have many queens, no?” Rhea said.
“Yes, they did. So?”
“Well, Jiju is like a king, he’s very powerful and strong.”
“What are you trying to say, Rhea?” Sonali asked even though she knew that Rhea was smitten with her brother-in-law.
“Nothing mumma. Just saying Jiju is like a king and he looks great in photos.”
“Yes, he does. We should get some prints made from these pictures to put in frames in the house. Will you select some, please?”
“Oh wow, great idea, mumma.”
“And don’t select only pictures of your jiju, huh?” Sonali reminded her “I would like some pictures of the rest of the family as well.”
“Of course, I won’t select just jiju’s pictures.” Rhea said although that’s what she had been thinking about doing.
Chapter 7 – Jacqueline and Kriti Meet Vikas
“Hello Sir.” Jacqueline chirped as she entered Vikas’ cabin.
Vikas looked up “Hi, Jackie.”
Jacqueline completely ignored Kriti Sanon who was following her and went around Vikas’ desk to hug him. He got up and accepted her in his arms. Her hug was already too tight and inappropriate for office but then she leaned in and pressed her lips on his. To Kriti’s surprise the boss didn’t pull back but kissed her back. From the way their heads moved, Kriti could easily see that Jacqueline’s lips were open and she was sucking Vikas’ tongue in her mouth. His hands were rubbing her back up and down, including the top part where his fingers were playing on her bare back.
Kriti had noticed and wondered at Jacqueline’s tight, deep neck tube dress in the morning, but now she saw the reason. Jacqueline was rubbing her bare thighs on his legs as they hugged and kissed so tightly. Kriti wondered if he would expect her to do the same. She was not sure she could do that with someone she was just meeting for the first time. But Kriti had other girlfriends who worked similar jobs and she knew that all of them submitted to their bosses as a matter of course. Most of the times the bosses were married but it didn’t stop them from fucking the girls in their office or in a hotel room as they got the opportunity. One of the girls was even married but her boss still fucked her regularly. Her husband also knew about it and more than once the boss had fucked her at her own home.
After Jacqueline’s warning in the morning, Kriti had gone out and bought a nice outfit. It consisted of a nice white top and an asymmetrical miniskirt. The top was white silk and deeply sleeveless. The back was mostly bare. It had a deep cut with frills around the V-neck. It was only long enough to go 2 inches below her breasts which left her flat belly bare including her navel. The top was thin and fitted, leaving no space for a bra, especially with the bare back but it supported her firm, shapely tits without crushing them.
The skirt was low-rise and started on her hips, covering her ass crack in a way that made Kriti aware to not bend over. The fabric was a mix of cotton and synthetic. There was only one waistband but below that the skirt was in two layers, both see-through to a different degree. The inner layer of the skirt was like a micro mini, covering her pussy and ass but just barely. The outer layer was a few inches long in an asymmetrical style. On her right leg it started on her mid-thigh, on the left leg it covered her mid-thigh. The outer layer was see-through enough that her fair thighs showed through when she stood or walked, but if she stood against a strong light, even the inner layer would be fully see-through and anyone would get a good view of her ass and her white lace thong.
Kriti felt that it was too sexy for office, but it was the one outfit that she liked and she didn’t want to waste her money on something she would not wear after today. Even then it had blown her fashion budget for the whole month and she had no money left to buy shoes. For today, she would just have to survive in her business shoes, tomorrow she could wear a pair of high heels from home. She had loads of them.
When she got back to office, Jacqueline had complimented her outfit “Now you look something I can present to boss.”
She had lent Kriti a pair of black 7” high heels for the day. Her final advice to Kriti was to get rid of her panties.
“But - ” Kriti had started and Jacqueline had raised her hands “I am just giving advice, follow, don’t follow up to you.”
Kriti had sighed and removed her panties. She had put them in her bag.
Now she wondered if that fact would become pertinent in this meeting. It was obvious that he had already fucked Jacqueline and Kriti was sure that if he wanted her, she would not have a choice to say no. Still, he was a good looking man. She had seen the photos of two of her friends’ bosses and they were pot-bellied, middle-aged man who would tip the scale towards unattractive. The others, she had heard were no better looking. On the contrary, Vikas Malhotra was a handsome man, handsome enough that Kriti would be happy to date him if he were not married. Actually, even now…no, no, she could not have an affair with a married man. But then, if he was her boss and he wanted her under him, she would not have an option but to surrender. Yes, that was it, she would have to surrender to his power, not because she wanted to but she had no choice.
All that went through Kriti’s head while Jacqueline greeted her boss with more intimacy than some girls had with their boyfriends. Then finally, she stepped back and half-turned towards Kriti.
“Sir, this is my colleague Kriti Sanon, she joined while I was gone. She will be working under me as junior exec for PR.” Jacqueline pointed to Kriti “Kriti, Vikas Sir, our CEO.”
Kriti took a quick breath and got ready for his next demand. Would he pull her in for a hug or kiss her like he had just kissed Jacqueline. Well, her outfit was quite skimpy he would be able to grope her well. Kriti got ready.
“Welcome to the team, Kriti. Looking forward to working with you.” Vikas said “Come, shall we sit there?” He gestured towards the conference area in his office.
It would be unfair to say that Kriti was looking forward to having Vikas grope her in the first greeting but she did feel a bit let down as he didn’t even shake hands with her. Was she not pretty enough? Was her outfit too slutty? Or not slutty enough? Alright, yes, she was looking forward to same kind of hug as Jacqueline even though it was totally unreasonable considering she had just met him.
“Beautiful outfit, Kriti.” Vikas said as they moved towards the sofas “You look great.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Kriti’s heart jumped in her chest. Okay, he had noticed her. He thought she was pretty. Kriti couldn’t understand why it mattered but his approval had suddenly made her feel so much lighter and happier.
Vikas sat on one of the long sofas and Jacqueline promptly sat next to him on the same sofa. Kriti had to settle for the sofa chair at right angles with this sofa. She was on Jacqueline’s side, so while Jacqueline was sitting so close that she was practically in his lap, Kriti was nowhere close. Again, she didn’t understand why it mattered but she wanted to sit close where he could touch her like he was keeping Jacqueline close with his arm around her waist. He was keeping them both in the conversation but Kriti was only getting his eye contact whereas she could see his hand rubbing lightly on Jacqueline’s back. Kriti thought about sitting next to him on the other side of him, but that would be awkward and she could lose the eye-contact as well.
“Sir, can I interrupt a minute?”
Kriti knew the girl peeking in the door was Vikas’ personal secretary Parineeti Chopra. She deserved to be his personal, she was gorgeous.
“Yes, come in, darling.” Vikas said.
Parineeti came in and easily sat on her knees beside him on the floor. She opened a file and placed it on his lap. She stayed close and wrapped her arm around his thigh, pressing her body close to his leg from the side.
“This is the list of the crew they have sent over from CP, Sir.” Parineeti said “They have said, they can give you a more detailed presentation whenever you want.”
“Hmmm, who is the head of Videography, have them look at it?”
“We don’t have any, Sir.” Parineeti said “We are looking for one, but we haven’t recruited one yet.”
“Okay, I will talk to Rani about that. Who is looking at this now?”
“Rishi Sir and Shweta look at these things sometimes.” Parineeti was staying close to him as they discussed things. She was completely in his personal intimate space and Kriti could see his left hand resting on her back while she held the file open.
“Hmm, alright, ask Shweta to look at these things specifically,” He looked for a pen and Parineeti put one in his hand, he underlined a few items “and tell me what questions to ask. Then call Shilpa and arrange for the presentation.”
“Yes, Sir.” Parineeti took the file and went away. They continued with their meeting.
Kriti noticed that Jacqueline was sitting with one leg placed flat on the sofa. She could see that Vikas would be getting a direct look at her pussy from his angle. Of course, Jacqueline was not wearing any panties. She had got Kriti to remove her panties before bringing her to the boss, how could she herself wear panties? Kriti also uncrossed her legs and turned a little more towards Vikas. If he noticed her bare pussy under her short skirt, he didn’t give any indication of it. He continued to include them both in the discussion. Kriti was feeling very anxious that she was missing her chance. This was her first impression on him and she wanted him to not only notice her but feel that she was a good girl who would cooperate whenever he decided to take her under his control.
She had already forgotten her previous logic that she was only going to surrender to him if he made her. She was a good girl, not some slut who would lust after her handsome boss even when she knew he was married. But Kriti was feeling a deep craving inside her to make sure that he noticed her, not just as an employee but as a pretty girl. A pretty girl who was available. Again, this thought surprised her. She was never an easy girl. The boys she dated called her a shy girl. The less nice ones called her a cocktease. But both types knew that it was not easy to get her in bed. Then why was she suddenly throwing herself at a man who was older, married and her boss? Kriti didn’t know. But the thought of leaving his office without making some sort of progress was making her very anxious. She was jealous of how close and intimate Jacqueline was with him. She was no longer thinking of her as inappropriate, she was thinking of her as lucky. Then Kriti got her chance.
“Yes, Sir.” Jacqueline said “Kriti has done a couple of case studies about that. There are two approaches we can take based on who we partner with. Kriti can explain better, she has made some slides.”
Kriti had brought her office tablet with her. Her Powerpoint presentation was on it. She picked up the tablet and quickly moved to kneel on the rug in front of him. Instead of sitting next to him to show him the presentation which would have been normal, Kriti boldly moved to the rug in front of him and sat on her knees in the exact position she would have taken if he had asked her to suck his dick. She knew that and she wanted him to think about that as well.
Sitting up on her knees, she placed the tablet on his thighs, facing him. She showed him the presentation, talking about the slides but at the same time, keeping her body close to his legs. She lowered herself slightly and let her breasts press down on his knees.
“Hold on, darling.” He touched her cheek and stopped her “Tell me about this again, what media channels are we using here, is it just print?”
“No, Sir, this is all of them, print, TV and web.” Kriti rested her left hand boldly on his thigh, while she pointed and moved the slides with her right hand.
“Isn’t that very expensive?” Vikas asked, he didn’t object to any of her moves.
“Yes, Sir.” Kriti agreed “But this is the most aggressive strategy. I have other options in the next slides.”
“Ok. Sorry, I interrupted. Go on, honey.” He said.
“No problem, Sir.” Kriti said. She continued with the presentation, leaving one hand on his thigh.
When she finished, he said “Excellent presentation. I like this girl,” he told Jacqueline “she is very thorough.”
He pulled her up by the hand. Kriti got up and as he pulled down, she lowered her butt on his left leg. A hot chill went up her spine as she rested her ass on his lap like that. The tablet was still in her hand.
“Okay, so tell me this,” Vikas said, moving the tablet in her hand with his right hand so all three of them could see the tablet right side up “which one of these approaches do you recommend?”
“Sir, that will depend on which partner we go with in US.” Jacqueline said.
Kriti put her right around his shoulders staying close to him “All approaches have their pros and cons, Sir, but we can choose one based on our timeline.”
“Good. Very good prep work. You girls have done well.” Vikas stood up and Kriti had to reluctantly stand as well. But he kept his arm around her waist which she liked.
“I think you are both handling this well, but keep in mind this is all just prep work for our expansion. You need to keep the current work going as well.”
“Of course, Sir.” Jacqueline said, she was keeping herself close to him as well “That will continue as usual. When can we meet again, Sir?”
“Umm, we have our usual PR department meeting on Friday, don’t we?” He asked.
Kriti let Jacqueline answer that while she herself cuddled up to the boss as closely as she could. His arm around her waist and his hand resting on her bare belly felt like success to Kriti.
“No, Sir. Pari said for your first week back, she didn’t want to overload your calendar.” Jacqueline said.
“Alright, I will talk to Pari and see how Friday looks otherwise we’ll have it early next week.” Vikas said.
“Ok, Sir.” Jacqueline said.
“Now tell me about this girl,” he squeezed Kriti to him “what’s her story?”
Jacqueline smiled “She’s new in PR department, fresh meat. She’s my junior and she’s on probation for about two and a half months more.”
“Cool.” Vikas kept Kriti pressed to him as he looked at her “While your probation is going on you will be under my direct control. Your line manager will stay Shakti Kapoor but you will report to me, I will see all your output. Any problems?”
“In being under your direct control?” Kriti flashed her beautiful toothy grin “Not at all. I am excited. I would love to stay directly under you even after my probation.”
“We will see about that.” He slapped her ass and said “Now, both of you go play in your own department, I have work to do.”
“Yes, Sir.” Kriti grinned and rubbed her ass like it had hurt more than it did.
“Me too, Sir.” Jacqueline turned and bent over, presenting her ass to him.
“Oh, you need much more than this.” Vikas said and slapped her ass harder than he had spanked Kriti.
Both the girls were giggling as they left his cabin.
Chapter 8 – Kriti is Smitten
“You little bitch!” Jacqueline said with a grin as they walked to the lift “I saw how you were sucking up to him. For someone who didn’t even want to follow his dress code you were getting in there pretty quickly.”
“He is just…” Kriti grinned as well “let’s say I fell under his spell. I am sure you are too.”
“Still mad at me for telling you to change?”
Kriti shook her head “I am really thankful to you for making me change. I would have kicked myself later otherwise.”
“Exactly!”
“Can I wear a shorter skirt? Is that allowed?”
Jacqueline said “Shorter than this?”
Kriti nodded “I have a really sexy nylon micromini that hugs my ass and looks damn hot.”
“Wow, but will you dare to wear that without panties?”
“Oh yes,” Kriti nodded “no panties for Kriti Sanon from now on.”
“Yes, you can wear a shorter skirt, there’s no limitation from HR side. Are you trying to tell him something?”
Kriti nodded “Just that I am available when he wants.”
“I thought so.” Jacqueline said, as she got into the lift “save that skirt for Friday though, you probably won’t see him before then.”
“Good idea.” Kriti followed her in “Thanks.”
“Just don’t get in my way, I have been trying to get under him for a long time.”
“Oh?” Kriti looked at her “I thought he was already banging you, the way you were almost in his lap…”
“No,” Jacqueline shook her head “I wish. But I am making progress. He will claim me any day now, I can feel it.”
“Good luck.” Kriti said “I am your junior, please keep guiding me too.”
“Sure.” Jacqueline smiled.
Chapter 9 – Genelia’s Gift
Genelia walked into the big boss’ office “Sir, I have kept the packages in the café. Whenever you are ready, I will go with you and help you distribute them.”
“Thank you, darling.” Vikas got up “Come here, Gen.”
She walked around his desk and approached with him with a racing heart “Yes, Sir.”
“I got something for you, I don’t want to give you this in front of everybody, they will be jealous.” He took a box from his desk and handed it to Genelia.
“Oh, wow, thank you, Sir.” She opened it. It was a silver necklace with a nice pendant.
“Sir, this is beautiful!” Genelia said excitedly “Can I hug you, Sir?”
“Will that be enough?” He pulled her to him and enclosed her in his arms “I mean I did carry it for you all the way from Thailand.”
Genelia turned her face up and pressed her lips on his. He squeezed her in his arms and kissed her back. His tongue teased her bottom lip. Their breaths mingled in a hot, erotic mix. Genelia parted her lips, clearing the way for his tongue. He tasted her mouth with his tongue exploring deeper as the kiss grew hotter and more lustful. Genelia pressed her tits into his chest as she squeezed herself against him. His hand easily caressed her smooth, bare back up and down. Genelia had fantasised about kissing him many times, but this was the first time she was really experiencing it. She didn’t want to stop sucking his tongue, but they both got completely breathless and Vikas gently pulled back.
“Thank you, Sir. For the necklace and for the…” Genelia blushed and left her sentence unfinished.
“You are welcome, sweetheart, for both.” Vikas smiled “Now, shall we go down?”
He collected Parineeti also and they went down to the 10th floor. There was no conference hall in VisCom that could contain all of its 200-odd employees at one time and it did seem like they were all there. They filled the café, the corridor outside and the empty conference hall opposite the café. Vikas stood on a chair so he could be seen and heard all the way to the back.
“Good afternoon, all. It’s wonderful to see you again.” Vikas said “I have brought some chocolates and gifts for you.” There was cheering “Don’t get too excited, they are just some games, and showpieces and things like that. You didn’t really think I would bring you cars and big screen TVs, did you?” People chuckled. “They are just to say that I missed you guys. No, it doesn’t mean my honeymoon was boring. It was great, thank you very much.” Some people laughed, some girls did “Whoo!” noises.
Vikas continued “Secondly, it’s nice to see that you guys kept the company running smoothly and even better in my absence, makes me think I should go on at least one honeymoon a year.” People laughed “And how do I know the company is running better, well here’s the good news, we have been nominated for two awards, both in the best print ad and best TV categories.”
There was very loud cheering and applause this time. Vikas waited for it to die down then continued “I wish I could take some of that credit but it’s you guys, your hard work, your passion, your love for your craft that makes it possible. I am sure we will win but even if we don’t, I just want to recognise that you guys are doing great work, and you should be proud of yourself. I know I am proud of you.” Again, a long applause break. He spoke for another minute then left the support staff to distribute the gifts.
Chapter 10 – Meeting the HR Manager
“Hi Rani.” Vikas said entering the HR manager’s office “Hi Ravi, are you in trouble with HR again?”
The guy who looked the typical accountant and was in fact an accountant smiled “Please don’t malign my character, Sir. I am never in trouble with HR. I actually came to ask Rani if we are hiring for any jobs. My wife needs a job.”
“Rashmika needs a job?” Vikas said, taking a seat “Saving for that Ferrari, I am sure?”
“No Sir.” Ravi laughed “We need to buy a house. Our landlord is selling the house where we live and we have to move out in the next two weeks. We actually put a deposit on a house and we were all set to move there but at the last moment, they have raised the EMI. We can’t move unless we can raise more money. If Rashmika could find a job, we would be able to meet the EMI.”
“What kind of job can she do?” Vikas asked.
Ravi said “That’s the problem, Sir. She is not trained in anything specific. She used to do an office admin job before our marriage.”
“Do we have anything like that?” Vikas looked at HR manager Rani Mukherjee.
“No, Sir. We are only hiring for the secretary pool right now, but Ravi says, she’s not trained in that. Nobody does steno training these days but we need at least MS-Office experience.”
“Hmmm.” Vikas thought for a moment “Pari said she needs someone to help her sort out the backlog of paper files. I am sure Rashmika could do that, right?”
Rani said “Yes, Sir, that task doesn’t need any special skill, but that role is only for two weeks, that’s what Pari told me, at least.”
Vikas looked at Ravi “Your need is pretty urgent, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Ravi nodded “we will be homeless in two weeks.”
“Sir,” Rani interjected “that job is a temp job as an office assistant. I doubt that it will fulfil Ravi’s need.”
“Hmmm.” Vikas thought then said “Rani, raise that position to Assistant Clerk that would be better paying. And extend it to one month.” He turned to Ravi “This will allow you to get the house and move. Then we will think of a better solution in the month we have. How’s that?”
“Can that be done?” Ravi looked from Vikas to Rani.
Rani nodded “When the big boss says it, it can always be done.”
“That would be great. It would give me breathing space.” Ravi said “Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much.”
“You are most welcome.” Vikas said “Now if you are done, I need to talk to Rani.”
“Sure, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Ravi went out.
“Now, what am I going to do with you?” Vikas turned to Rani.
“With me or to me, Sir?” Rani flashed her sexy smile.
“See, again you are being so naughty. We send girls to HR for being naughty.”
“Then good thing I am already here” Rani smiled even wider.
“And looking so damn hot.” Vikas said.
“Why, thank you, Sir. Finally, you noticed.” Rani said.
She was wearing a halter dress with a modern print. It was fitting tightly around her small, slender body and covered only up to her mid-thighs. Rani was gorgeous but not very tall. She did have great legs though, so she used them whenever possible. She also always wore high heels, even today she was wearing 8” high heels with 4” platforms.
“Have you become more of a cocktease since I was gone?” Vikas said.
“I dressed for you today.” Rani said petulantly “And you are calling me a cocktease. By the way you can only call a girl cocktease if she’s not willing to follow through.”
“And you are willing?”
“You know I am.” Rani said meeting his gaze.
Rani Mukherjee had joined VisCom a couple of years ago as an HR executive. Her boss, Manas Batra, the HR Manager at that time, had fucked her in the interview and she had submitted like a good girl. After that he had kept her as his whore for one year until he left the company. Rani had met Vikas in an official HR meeting and she had given him strong hints in that meeting itself that if he wanted to bend her over his desk, he would not get any resistance from her side. But Vikas had not taken the offer. She had made the offer many times, more and more boldly as the time passed. .
After Manas had left for another company, Vikas had bypassed other senior HR exec’s and promoted Rani to HR manager. Again she had made the offer, this time directly, that she would love to spread her legs for him. She even told him that she would like to work under his direct control. Vikas did work with her directly, interacting on a regular basis about work, but he had not fucked her. Rani had never stopped trying and always dressed sexy when she met him.
“Don’t you have a conference area?” Vikas said. He knew she had an area with sofas and a coffee table behind a partition where they had had many meetings.
“Please come.” Rani said and took him behind the partition. Vikas sat on a sofa and patted his thigh. Rani quickly walked to him and straddled him, her knees on the sofa on either side of him.
“Is this my lucky day?” She said as she put her hands on his shoulders and lowered her ass right down to his crotch. They had flirted a lot in the past but never been this intimate. He had never even kissed her.
“Didn’t you always tell me you wanted to be in my direct control?” Vikas ran his hands slowly up and down her sides. His fingertips brushing lightly on her bare back.
“I still do.” Rani said, leaning in closer “You control HR and work closely with me on that but that’s not what I meant. I wanted to be personally under your control and still do.”
Vikas untied her halter strap and pulled her dress down, baring her tits. Rani gasped. She had lovely, nicely proportioned tits for her small, slender body. He took one breast in his hand and fondled it slowly.
Rani moaned “Are you really going to take me under your control? You won’t be a tease now, will you?”
He smiled and leaned in, closing his mouth around her hardening nipple, he sucked her breast and teased her nipple with his tongue making it harder. Rani pushed her fingers into hair and pressed his head into her breast.
“Mmmmm, God.” She squirmed on his lap “Yes, please, boss. Yes. Take me in your possession, Sir.”
Vikas caressed her cheek, brushing her hair from her face “You always wanted to work under my direct control. Let’s make that happen.”
“Oh yes, Sir!” She leaned in and kissed his neck “Yes, please do, Sir.”
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was already almost fully hard. Rani felt it hot and meaty under her and started to rub on it. Vikas pushed her short dress up higher over her hips. He grabbed her ass cheeks and placed her right over his cockhead. Rani moaned as his cockhead rubbed in her pussy hole. She started to push down but his cockhead was too big for her tight hole and it deflected. Vikas reached down and held his long, hard shaft in his hand.
“Now, take it in.” He whispered in her ear. Rani started moving down again and whimpered when she found that it was stretching her tight pussy too wide. Her husband was nowhere that big and her pussy was not used to having such a thick cock in it. Vikas pushed with his hips and his cockhead entered her tight cunt, followed by two more massive inches of his meaty beast. Rani yelped like a kicked dog.
“Ah!” She cried out and lowered her head on Vikas’ shoulder. She was panting as she tried to bear the pain of his throbbing beast stuffing her so tight.
“You ok, baby?” He whispered in her ear and kissed her neck.
“Mhmmm, yes, Sir.” She moaned “My husband is not that big, Sir. I knew you would hurt inside me, I just didn’t know how much.”
He fondled her soft, full tits and kissed her cheek “This is just the first time, hon. We will make it a regular activity and train you fully.”
“God, I would love that, Sir.” Rani pushed down taking more of his huge cock inside her and whimpered again as it conquered fresh territory in her.
The feeling she was getting of being completely under his control and at his mercy was turning Rani on much more than the pain was holding her back. She started moving her ass up and down, fucking herself on his throbbing, hard cock. He rubbed her smooth back up and down, feeling her soft skin under his hands. Rani had flirted with him so many times, and given him the offer so often that she was finding it unbelievable that today he was finally in her. She had had dreams like that before. Most of her fantasies that she visualised when she fucked her husband were related to him banging her on his desk or coming into her office and fucking her right on her desk. The long wait and the anticipation of him owning her from now on was creating an immense excitement in her body and Rani was feeling like she was about to explode any moment.