Man of Power 4: Exploiting Opportunities
Korben Hunter
Man of Power 4
Exploiting Opportunities
Korben Hunter
© Sultry Publications, 2021
Disclaimer
All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. Vikas is a fictional character, his ad agency is fictional, his world is fictional, the industry he works in is a figment of imagination, the people he interacts with are fictional. This is a story written purely for entertainment and all the elements in this are fictional, created for the purpose of making the story interesting and enjoyable. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, shall be considered a coincidence for which the author and the publisher shall not be responsible.
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Adult Content Warning
Please be advised that this is a very adult story, what would be called X-rated in the US content rating system and XXX by the internet rating. There are a lot of sexual situations and graphic descriptions of sexual acts between men and women contained in this story.
This story includes a lot of sexual language including many hard core terms. This is a story written for entertainment and the situations as well as the actions performed by the characters are not real nor is it advised to follow their example in real life. The story includes many examples of polygamy, polyandry, cheating, cuckolding, pseudo-incest (sex with in-laws) and some elements of BDSM. This is a story from fantasy and is not meant to be followed in real life.
Readers are advised to exercise discretion while reading the story and not get immersed in it to the point that it blurs the boundaries between real and fantasy. This is meant to be fun, read it purely for enjoyment. The description of any acts in this story is not an indication that they are endorsed by the author or the publisher.
It is not the intent of the author and publisher to insult, defame, damage, degrade or demoralise any group, sect, religion, gender or industry. This a story based on fantasy written for enjoyment.
Table of Contents
Series Info Introduction
Chapter 1 – Parineeti’s Dual Life
Chapter 2 – Sonal Has an Agenda
Chapter 3 – Shweta’s Past
Chapter 4 – Hina Debriefs Vansh
Chapter 5 – Neetu Guides Yami
Chapter 6 – Vikas Arrives
Chapter 7 – Shweta’s Job Interview
Chapter 8 – Vikas With Family
Chapter 9 – Shweta’s Time in VisCom
Chapter 10 – Shweta’s Long Wait
Chapter 11 – Sonal Gets Excited
Chapter 12 – Shweta’s Home Life
Chapter 13 – Hina Talks To Her Friend
Chapter 14 –Sonali Is Given A Lesson
Chapter 15 – Rhea Challenges Sonal
Chapter 16 – A Project For Rhea
Chapter 17 – Kajal Has Plans For Her Family
Chapter 18 – Shweta Confides In Palak
Chapter 19 – Vikas Takes Huma
Chapter 20 - Vikas’s Morning
Chapter 21 – Shweta Gets Ready For Her Boss
Chapter 22 – Pooja Hegde Gets Ready For Her Interview
Chapter 23 – Yami Makes A Decision
Chapter 24 – Rashmika Joins VisCom
Chapter 25– Pooja Reports to Vikas
Chapter 26 – Rhea Packs For The Trip
Chapter 27 – Yami Tells Neetu Her Story
Chapter 28 – Vikas and Parineeti Have Lunch
Chapter 29 – Neetu Has News For Vikas
Chapter 30 – Dipannita Has A Problem
Chapter 31 - Shweta Invites Vikas To Meeting
Chapter 32 – The Plan For Yami
Chapter 33 – Shweta Encourages Vikas
Chapter 34 – Kajal Discovers Rashmika
Chapter 35– The Much-Awaited Client Meeting
Chapter 36 – Kajal Starts Breaking Rashmika
Chapter 37 – Planning The Project
Chapter 38 – Kajal and Rashmika Continue Shopping
Chapter 39 – The Best Car Ride of Shweta’s Life
Chapter 40 – Hina Gets Ready For Her Date
Chapter 41 – Shweta is Walking on Cloud 9
Chapter 42 – Kajal Shows Rashmika Her Destiny
Chapter 43 – Shweta Tells Palak the Story
Chapter 44 – Hina is Ready For Vikas Thank you
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Series Info
This is the fourth 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, Vikas and the rest of the family are back in Bombay and everybody goes back to their business. We meet a few more characters as Vikas continues to run and expand his business. His circle of influence grows and he conquers new pieces.
The fourth book (this one) continues that journey. Vikas has many opportunities, business and otherwise, which he exploits in his unique masterful style.
The first three books are available as ebooks also on the same platforms as this book. There are also a couple of spin-off series from this, the Tammy story series and the Trouble story series both of which have had one book published so far but will continue in the future.
Introduction
A part of the story writing is the frustration that you feel when you have to limit yourself in some way. In this story, there are many girls that I want Vikas to claim, there are several truly intriguing sub-plots that I want to explore but just because I am the writer doesn’t mean I can do what I want.
No, I also have to follow the plot that the overall story follows. If I just started writing whatever took my fancy that day, it would become a meaningless collection of sex scenes with no real story in them. There are many things that my fans want me to cover and believe me, I also want to cover them but I need to wait. The most notable of these is the story of Rhea, Vikas’ young sister-in-law. I do want him to claim her and bring her in his possession. I had expected that that would happen in this book, but alas! It didn’t. I have the plot for that but in order to get there I have to cover the story that happens before those events.
I am not sure if it is apparent or not but in a story, even in a porn story like this, things are interdependent and connected in intricate ways. Moving one has a chain reaction which can often lead to an unmanageable storyline or a muddled up narrative. That’s why when I have the story laid out, I try to follow that even if that means I have to wait before writing about events that I am dying to write about.
That was my long-winded way of saying if your favourite female character did not end up in Vikas’ harem this time, it’s because I must follow the flow of the story and because I write in detail which I know you like. But it will happen.
But I do hope that you enjoy the story in each book as things progress, even if it’s slow progress for some sub-plots. 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 – Parineeti’s Dual Life
“Pari, come here, beta.” Parineeti’s mother called her as soon as Parineeti entered the house.
“What, mumma?” Parineeti walked into the family living room.
“Look at these pictures.” Her mother handed her a whole stack of photos.
Parineeti took them “What pictures, mumma?”
“They are all good boys. See which ones you like, then we will take it further with your agreement.”
“Come on, mumma, I am not in the mood.” Parineeti dumped the photos on the table and started to walk out.
“When will you be in the mood?” Her mother’s voice followed her “You are not getting any younger. We have some responsibility….”
Parineeti walked upstairs to her room and closed the door. She threw her bag on the chair and dumped herself on the bed face down. Her day had not been easy. She had realised by now that she didn’t feel like her day had started until she had seen Vikas. Today, he had been out of the office from the morning and Parineeti had not even been able to talk to him on the phone because he was busy in meetings. Then Hina had arrived even before Vikas had come to the office and Parineeti thought she would not get a moment alone with him.
He had surprised her by kissing her in front of Hina and she had felt very proud that he had treated her as his personal possession in front of the new girl. But what followed had not been great for Parineeti. She could clearly hear Hina’s screams and yelps coming from Vikas’ office as he had claimed her. Parineeti wanted that for herself. She was sure that Vikas had claimed Neetu Chandra of travel desk earlier but at least that was not in the office. Parineeti didn’t mind at all that Vikas fucked Neetu or Hina, she felt proud that she worked for a dominant boss who had that kind of charisma and power. But she wanted to be included. She was meant to be his. All she wanted was for him to take her under his control like he did with the other girls.
When he had kissed her again on her lap in front of Hina, she had again felt that pride. She loved that he simply took her when he wanted. She wanted him to do more than just kiss her. She wanted to be his property. It’s not that she didn’t understand his reasoning. He considered those girls more casual and almost dispensable whereas Parineeti was special for him. How could she make him understand that she was not a fragile little flower that he needed to protect and nurture? She could be his property without being jealous of him claiming other girls.
She didn’t realise when her tears started dripping on the bedsheet. She also didn’t realise when she fell asleep like that.
It was almost 11 PM when she woke up. She got up and changed. Then she went downstairs and found her food in the microwave. She heated it up and ate alone. Then she went back to bed. She was feeling better after the rest and her mood was more positive. She thought about the progress she had made with Vikas. She had started kissing him just a few days before his wedding and now it was not only a set tradition between them, their kissing sessions were hotter and more intimate. She always sat on his lap when they talked and she could kiss him at any time during the day. That was all good progress.
Just like that one day soon she will be able to get him to fully claim her. Perhaps one day when she was working late with him, he would notice how sexy she looked in her short skirt and backless top. Then he could simply lay her on the sofa in his office and make her his. She must continue to wear the shortest skirts possible so she was fully accessible at his whim.
Parineeti fell asleep with such thoughts and as usual dreamt of Vikas.
Chapter 2 – Sonal Has an Agenda
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Rhea said.
“Clothes. Why?” Sonal said.
“These are not clothes, Sonal, we call these gladrags.” Rhea said “You look like you are going to a party.”
Sonal’s dress was indeed too fancy for just working on a project with Rhea at home. It was a red one-shoulder dress that came down to just 4 inches below her ass. Sonal looked gorgeous in it.
“Aunty asked me the same thing, if we are going to a party.” Sonal smiled “I told her, no, we are just working on your project. She didn’t ask me anything else.”
“But why are you dressed like this?” Rhea asked “We are just staying at home, and working on my project.”
“I know, but if there are guests coming then I don’t want to hang out in pj’s.” Sonal said.
“Guests? We don’t have any…” Rhea’s mouth and eyes opened wide suddenly “Oh my god! You know jiju is coming. You are trying to seduce my jiju. You little slut.”
Sonal flipped her hair “I don’t know what you are talking about. I am just making an effort to look decent.”
Rhea said “You look like a…like a…”
“You look very lovely, Sonal.” Kajal said, walking in just then “Rhea, mom is asking if you want rice tonight, she will make only chapattis otherwise.”
“Kajal di, what kind of dresses does Vikas jiju like?” Sonal asked.
“Hmm, he usually like bold dresses, backless is his favourite.” Kajal said, without showing any suspicion or objection “I am only allowed very short, backless things at home. If I wear a saree, I am only allowed to wear halter or sleeveless blouses with deep back or no back.”
At home now, Kajal was wearing a tank dress that didn’t quite reach her knees.
Sonal decided to be bold “He won’t like my dress then?”
“I think he will.” Kajal said “You are such a beautiful girl, everything looks good on you. But if you really want to impress him then wear something shorter and with no back. He also likes high heels on his girls. Your heels are nice.” She looked at Sonal’s 4” heels “But he likes them pretty high.”
“Oh, these are the highest I have.” Sonal said.
“They are nice. Come shopping with me some time,” Kajal offered “I will get you some higher ones, the kind he likes.”
She had not questioned why Sonal was trying to impress her husband. Sonal was encouraged by this.
“Maybe you could help me find some backless dresses too?” Sonal said “The kind he likes?”
But Rhea was not that patient or understanding “Hey, why are you trying to impress my jiju? He is my jiju. I want to impress him.”
“You already have, sis.” Kajal said “He likes you. You are his sister-in-law you have a right on him, and he has a right on you. You are already his aadhi-gharwali, but Sonal doesn’t have that advantage so she has to try harder, you know.”
That seemed to please both the girls. Rhea was instantly mollified.
“Exactly, di. You said it!” Sonal said “I am trying my best. Di, do you think I could apply for an internship in his company? My course is finishing and I need to find an internship in a real company soon.”
“Of course, you can apply, Sonal,” Kajal said “but I don’t know if he has a fashion design department in his company.”
Sonal said “But it’s an ad agency, I am sure those models need specific clothes.”
“Yes, I am sure of that, too.” Kajal agreed “But I don’t know how they get them. I think the agency just buys the clothes. But Vikas can tell you better. There’s no harm in asking him. He may find a different idea on how to use you.”
“Hey, tonight is about my project.” Rhea interjected “Ask him on your own time.”
Kajal nodded “This time I agree with Rhea. Let’s sort out her project tonight. Next time he comes over, we’ll talk about your internship. Don’t worry, if you want to work under him, I will help you.”
“Ok, di. Thank you.” Sonal beamed.
“But,” Kajal leaned in towards Sonal and said in a stage whisper “be around when he comes tonight also. Let him see you are interested and available.”
“Yes, di.” Sonal nodded.
Kajal went back to the kitchen and Sonal thought about her words. What did she mean by “available”? Sonal was really interested in Vikas and wanted to join his company so she could be available to him, but surely Kajal didn’t mean the same thing? Had Kajal guessed that Sonal had the hots for Vikas? Oh god, had she guessed that Sonal was asking her how to seduce her husband? No, no, obviously she had not, otherwise she would have not responded so cooperatively. She had disguised her intentions well by asking about internship when the fact was she would do any job to be close to Vikas.
Sonal had only met Vikas a couple of times through Rhea, but she really liked him. She had noticed that she felt a bit jealous when Rhea talked about Vikas and herself hanging out. But she knew that tonight was about Rhea’s project and she will have to wait for her turn.
Chapter 3 – Shweta’s Past
Shweta Tiwari liked leaving the office late because she loved her work but also because she liked avoiding the rush hour that way. This evening, it was even later than she usually left the office and she easily found a seat on the train. As soon as she sat down, she started looking out the window and her daydream started again. She had already spent more than an hour in the office in this before leaving, but her mind went back to the same thoughts immediately once she was relaxed.
Her thoughts were centred around her boss – Vikas Malhotra. What a good looking, powerful, charismatic man. A smile came to her lips as soon as his image formed in her mind. She closed her eyes and wallowed in the pleasant thoughts about him. Her mind went back to her first meeting with him and she let out a small chuckle.
At that time, Shweta’s life was going through a bad phase. Her husband Abhimnayu had been laid off at work, she had a young daughter and Shweta herself was not working. To make matters worse, her husband had not told her this for three months. In that time, he had provided for the family using the severance package that the company had given him. During that period he had gone out every day pretending to go to the office but actually went searching for a job. By the time he had told her, things had gotten worse. They were living on rent, and they could not meet the next month’s rent. Shweta had had to sell the meagre jewellery she had to meet the rent and family expenses for two months while he continued to search for a job. But the market was very bad and nobody was hiring public relations officers. It was one of the roles that companies thought was not important in that economy.
Then he had started his own business with an ex-colleague who had also been made redundant at the same time. But if there was less scope for PR officers in the market there was no scope for new, small scale PR firms. He had spent more money into setting up that business and their bank balance had gone very high but with a negative sign in front of it. When things got to the point that they could not pay rent for two months running, they had had to move to a smaller house. Their teenage daughter could not have the space she needed in a one-bedroom flat but Shweta had assured her that it was temporary.
Right from the moment he told her he had been laid off, Shweta had suggested that she could go and find a job to help the family. Abhi had rejected the idea outright. His male ego did not allow him to let his wife work and support the family. He was the man of the house and he must fulfil his role. This had only compounded the problem until they were completely cornered. After they moved into the smaller flat, a day came when they didn’t have the money to pay their daughter’s school fees. Shweta had put her foot down. Abhi had to agree. There was no place to go. Not only were they not able to meet the family expenses, his office expenses were sinking them deeper into a hole.
Once he agreed, Shweta sat down to think. What could she do? She had given it a lot of thought even during those times when Abhi had been against the idea. She knew she didn’t have any secretary skills. Could she become a model? She was extremely good looking but she was on the wrong side of thirty and the mother of a teenage daughter. Building a career as a model at any age takes the kind of commitment and life choices that Shweta was not free to make right now. She would have to sleep around a lot. She wasn’t a prude, and would not mind sleeping with a man to further her career but she would be competing with younger girls who would be even more willing than her and probably better at it. Shweta’s sexual experience was limited to a few boyfriends in college and then with her husband.
And that she knew was very meagre. Her husband was neither big in his pants nor very skilled. Shweta had succumbed to her parents’ pressure and married a guy they selected. She had met him before marriage, but they were simple meetings, most times with some family member around and they had not even kissed before marriage. In the early years of marriage, Shweta had cried a lot when she found that her husband was not only not able to satisfy her, he had no clue about sex. It did not even occur to him that she also had needs which he should be fulfilling. Sex with him was boring and dull. Shweta had even thought about asking for a divorce but she knew that her conservative Hindu family would never let her go through with it. She had finally accepted it as her fate. A few years later, she become pregnant and then she had suppressed her sex drive by focusing her life around her daughter. Or tried to.
No, modelling was not a good option. Even if she could somehow do it, it would take a long time to get any money in. Shweta knew that because she had worked with models and talked to them at length. In college, she was in the photography club and was very good with a camera. She had won several competitions. She had been in great demand by her classmates to take pictures of them and their girlfriends and boyfriends. She had managed to make a good amount of money with that kind of hobby work.
After college, she had worked as an assistant for a local photographer and learnt even more. She had become popular with clients because she was attractive, sociable and equally good with people and cameras. She had begun to make a name for herself in the local community when suddenly she had had to drop it all because her parents wanted her to get married. She had got married and moved to Bombay with her husband. After that the only time she picked up the camera was to take photos of her daughter with her phone camera. Even her smartphone pictures were appreciated a lot by her friends in her Whatsapp and Facebook groups.
But there was no doubt in Shweta’s mind that given a chance she could be a photographer, good enough to earn a living for herself and her family. Since her need for cash was immediate, she didn’t think about setting up a business, she thought about getting a job. She knew it would not be easy as she did not have a degree or any qualifications for photography. Her graduation had been in business and that would be no good to her here. But she was sure that she could find a job by using her charm.
Without being too narcissistic, Shweta knew that she was hot. Her face was almost a perfect oval with a nice jawline that would remind you of the heart you see on greeting cards. Her eyes were big and beautiful, just the shape an artist draws when he’s drawing a beautiful woman. Her mouth was small and sensuous without being too small. It fit perfectly under her perfectly sloped nose. But her lips were the sexiest part of her. She had often noticed people staring at her lips.
Even while she was married, she had not let her figure go. She worked out regularly even when they didn’t have money to go to the gym. She had lost her pregnancy weight within three months with careful workout and diet. As soon as her daughter grew up enough to understand language, she had started her on a workout regime that suited her. The result was that Shweta in her mid-30’s was a stunning, svelte beauty. She kept her hair just long enough that it would reach the middle of her back and often wore it loose.
In the good old days when they had had money enough to have house parties or go out to other people’s parties, Shweta had noticed that her husband’s friends always noticed her and stared at her when they didn’t know she was looking. If she wanted to have an affair, she could have bedded any of her husband’s friends. There had been many offers, some covert, some quite bold. She had been tempted a couple of times given that her own sex life was so frustrating, but she had decided that it was not worth it. She had a home, a family, a daughter to care for and it was not worth to risk it all just to satisfy her constantly hungry pussy. She had never strayed.
Later she had regretted it when she found that her home and security was just an illusion. She had her family, but it was as much of a liability as an asset. It didn’t make her change her mind about fucking her husband’s friends, but she did start to have second thoughts about always being too faithful and a good wife.
However, when she typed up her résumé, she could see that it was too light on the qualifications and experience side. Still, she put in everything that she could think of and decided that she would have to make up the balance with her looks and charm. She had no doubt that she would have to use her looks as a bargaining chip to get a job and she had no qualms about it. She wondered if she would be expected to sleep with the boss in order to get a job without any experience. Well, she might, if the boss were handsome, she thought. Then she decided to leave it until she came to that bridge.
The reality turned out to be very anti-climactic. Not only did she not get a job, none of the bosses tried to sleep with her either. For three weeks she wandered the business areas of Bombay going farther and farther as her search didn’t yield any results. In the third week she went as far as Lower Parel which was almost 2 hours away from her place. The results were not much different. She walked around the area for hours every day with her resumé file but didn’t get any job offers. Most employers didn’t like her lack of experience, very few considered her college experience as real photography. She found that her looks could get her in everywhere to talk to the bosses, but nobody was willing to take a risky business decision just because she was a nice piece of ass.
In all her walking about, she had passed this big sign many times. “VisCom – Visual Communications”. The glass doors were unlocked, she had seen many people walk in and out, but the marble lobby was as scary to Shweta as an alligator-infested lake. She looked at the building like a hungry man looks at food he can’t afford. She knew it was way out of her league. She had been trying her luck and getting rejected at local photographers and small ad agencies. She had even tried at the malls with the photographers who take baby pictures, but with no luck. They just didn’t have that big a business to afford an assistant.
Then on Friday of that third week, Shweta hit rock bottom. Three weeks is a big part of the monthly rent cycle and that morning she had received a notice from the landlord. They had missed paying the last month’s rent and the notice told her in clear words that if the next First hit without a cheque being deposited with the landlord, on the Second of the month, she and her family will need to find another accommodation.
Her response to that was to put on her red chiffon saree and the skimpiest blouse she had. It was a tight fitting blouse with two noodle straps and no back. She tied the saree low on her hips, baring her navel through the see-through fabric. The sexy backless blouse combined with the transparent saree was a dynamite look which she had only worn in parties so far, each time with great success. Now, she needed this outfit to work its magic for her again. She regretted wearing that saree before the day was over.
On her third pass, in front of the VisCom building, she peered through the glass walls into the black marble lobby again. “What can they do to me?” She thought. She already didn’t have a job, she didn’t have a husband who could feed her and her daughter, she was almost homeless and she didn’t have money for lunch today. The worst they can do to me is say no, then I would be no better off than now, but I have “no” now without trying, then I would have at least tried.
With the courage born out of her desperation, Shweta boldly walked to the building entrance and pushed open the door….
Chapter 4 – Hina Debriefs Vansh
Hina came out of the shower and looked at herself. She was always pleased with her body but usually managed to find a few flaws. The number of flaws she found correlated with the number of failed applications or auditions she had recently had. Tonight, she didn’t find any flaws. She was a model now. She was as hot as she thought herself to be. A man who saw and evaluated thousands of models as part of his job had considered her hot enough to be a model.
Not only had he signed her up, he had considered her good enough to be his personal…well, she couldn’t yet say she was his whore yet but he had definitely claimed her tonight. She opened her legs and looked at her pussy. Her pussy lips were red. She was not surprised. He had fucked her hard. She felt a tingle deep in her cunt as she thought about that. She opened the dresser drawer and looked for the bruise cream. Her phone rang.
“Hi baby!” She said excitedly.
It was Vansh on the other side “Hi, Hina. Where are you, baby? I have been calling you for so long.”
“Oh, sorry, babe, I had turned my phone off for the audition, then forgot to turn it back on. I turned it on only half an hour ago and then I went to shower. Are you ok?”
“I am ok, how are you? How did the audition go? I am all anxious.” Vansh said.
Hina cradled the phone between her ear and the shoulder and sat down on the dresser stool. She continued talking and took out the cream.
“Oh my god, Vansh! It was amazing.” Hina said as she applied the bruise cream on her sore pussy “I have to thank you like properly when we meet.”
“Did he say something, will you get the job?”
“I got the job, baby!” Hina chirped “I got the job!”
“Wow, already?” Vansh said “Did he say definitely?”
“Yes, very definitely. He introduced me to this lady who is a photographer there. She will do my test shoot.”
“That is awesome. Congratulations!”
Hina bit her lip as she rubbed the cream on the very edge of her pussy slit and it felt cool “Thank you, baby.”
“What did he ask you?” Vansh asked.
“Not a lot.” Hina said “He asked my name, asked me that I was your girlfriend. Not much else…oh yes, he liked the dress. I wore the one in the photo that you told me about.”
“That’s great. So, you got it easily then.”
“Yes, pretty much. I think he had already decided after seeing the photos. I have you to thank for that.”
“My pleasure. I am so happy. We should celebrate.”
“Absolutely. Let’s celebrate this weekend.”
“Great.” Vansh said “I was hoping that you would come by today when you were in the office.”
“I was planning to,” Hina said “but I wanted to come after the audition so I could tell you what happened, but then boss started to introduce me to people. Then he said he would drop me home and I didn’t want to sound ungrateful.”
“Oh, he dropped you home?”
“Yes, in his car. It was so great.” Hina said “This dress is really not for the local train.”
“That’s nice that he dropped you home.” Vansh said.
“His car is very nice. You don’t even feel the road.” Hina said.
“Cool.”
They talked for a little more then Hina said she had to make dinner and they hung up with plans to celebrate on the weekend.
Chapter 5 – Neetu Guides Yami
“Here you are.” Neetu said as she placed two margaritas on the table and sat down.
“Thank you so much for meeting me here.” Yami said “I really appreciate it.”
“You are welcome, girl.” Neetu said “We are friends, after all. Cheers.”
For a second there was silence as both girls took a sip of their drink.
“Oh, this is good.” Yami said.
“Mmmm, agreed. Should we get a pitcher?” Neetu said.
Yami took another sip, then nodded “Might as well. I need some serious advice. You have time?”
“All the time you need, baby.” Neetu said. She signalled a waitress and asked for a pitcher of margaritas in sign language. The waitress nodded.
“So, what do you need advice on?” Neetu faced Yami “I think I know but this is your story, so you start.”
“Well, Neetu, you have been my friend since I joined the hotel. And we have gotten along so well.” Yami said.
“All true. I like you, you are sweet and professional, you make my work easy, and you are fun to hang out with.” Neetu nodded “We have had some wild nights together.”
“Good times.” Yami smiled “But, I am talking about the work part. You know I just became assistant manager like a couple of months ago.”
“Yes, that was a wild night too.” Neetu reminded her “We celebrated till dawn.”
“We did. That was the only fun part.” Yami said “It’s not easy working with Tiku Talsania, he has been the manager for ages, and he’s closed off to new ideas. He doesn’t like me much because he thinks I got the job because of my looks.”
“Oh, he does?”
“I got promoted after a visit by the regional manager and Tiku thinks I slept with him.”
“Did you?” Neetu said, making space for the waitress to place the pitcher of margaritas on the table.
Yami shook her head. She waited for the waitress to leave then continued “I went to dinner with him and I danced with him. And I flirted a lot, but I didn’t fuck him. He just liked me.”
“Well, you are a good assistant manager and I know you do a lot of the work that Tiku should be doing himself.”
“But he never gives me credit for it.” Yami said “Instead he picks on every little mistake I make and always makes me feel like I am just about to get fired.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that.”
Yami nodded “But Tiku is going to retire in January, and I feel I have a real shot at becoming the manager after him. He might not like me but the regional manager does and there’s nobody who is really my competition at the hotel. I mean, there’s that one girl, but she is not an assistant manager yet, and I am.”
Neetu said “I agree, you have a real shot there.”
“But if this…” Yami hesitated “umm, are you ok to talk about your boss?”
“Mr. Malhotra? Oh yes! He’s my favourite topic.” Neetu said, leaning in “He’s dreamy, isn’t he?”
“Well, yes, but that’s not what I want to talk about.”
“Then?”
“Neetu, if he pulls the account from the hotel, I can kiss that promotion goodbye.” Yami said “And there’s a good chance that Tiku will fire me. I am running the hotel in his absence and this will give him the excuse to kick me out.”
“Hmmm, you are not wrong there.” Neetu said “But honestly, this decision is just for the reasons that Vikas said, nothing else.”
“That I believe, but my question is,” Yami leaned in “is it possible to change the decision like he said or is he just playing with me?”
“You wish he were playing with you!” Neetu said “Okay, okay, serious, serious. He’s not playing, if you can convince him that you can provide value for our clients, he will not pull the account.”
“Ok,” Yami took a deep breath “now the main question – how do I convince him?”
Neetu nodded repeatedly while she poured our fresh drinks for them both.
“I can tell you that, and I will tell you honestly, so just consider it my advice whether you like it or not, don’t jump on me, ok?”
“Why would I jump on you, you are my friend? I need your help.”
“First of all, can you create a more attractive package for VisCom?”
“Yes, I can.” Neetu said “Tiku wasn’t giving you guys a really great deal. I can improve it a lot, and if I tell him that we were going to lose the account, he won’t even complain about the new deal. But will your boss accept the new deal?”
Neetu said “Fortunately, I have a clear answer for that, I just don’t know if you would like it or not.”
“Just tell me.”
Looking into Yami’s eyes, Neetu told her clearly “My boss will not accept any package if you are not part of it.”
Instead of being shocked and outraged, Yami nodded “I thought so. I could see him checking me out in our meeting.”
“He liked you, I think.” Neetu said.
“Did he say anything afterwards?” Yami said.
“I can’t tell you everything, he’s my boss, you know.” Neetu said “But I have told you the most important thing – Mr. Malhotra will not consider any package that you are not part of.”
“You are sure of it?” Yami asked.
Neetu nodded “Positive. Don’t waste time creating a new package, if you are not offering yourself along with it.”
“Fuck! I don’t know why I am asking you this again and again, I could see that, I knew this in my heart already. I knew for sure he wanted to bang me, but I guess I wanted to hear it from you.” Yami said.
Neetu nodded “You are a smart girl, I knew you knew it. I know you will do what’s best for you as well.”
“I don’t know if I have any choice here. On one hand, losing my promotion and maybe my job, on the other hand, a sex session with a client.”
“Ok, I think I should correct you,” Neetu said “consider the promotion and job gone, if Mr. Malhotra pulls the account, which he is ready to do already. There’s no ‘maybe’ in either of that. You have no idea of his connections and his power. Not that he would do anything to actively destroy you but you losing his account...will kill your career in the hotel. Secondly, I can’t predict the future but I don’t think it will be one sex session.”
Yami’s eyes widened “What are you saying?”
“Once Mr. Malhotra fucks you, I mean once he has taken you…I don’t think you will say no to him ever after that,” Neetu said “I mean, he might not like you, but I doubt it. You are damn hot and if he likes you then you are his. He will fuck you whenever he wants, and you will spread your legs for him on his signal.”
“What? It’s not just one time?” Yami said “I have to become his whore?”
“Good word, whore.” Neetu was sipping her third margarita and she could still speak clearly but the filter between her thoughts and words was dissolving in alcohol “Once he takes a girl, she is his. Completely his.”
“Can I ask you something…I mean, does he fuck you?” Yami asked “I mean, he’s your boss and everything. And you are damn hot yourself.”
“I had to wait a long time for it,” Neetu said “but today I can proudly say, yes, he does. He fucked me just before we had the meeting with you, and I am sure he will fuck me again later this week.”
“So, you are his…whore?” Yami was just finishing her third drink and already things were less serious and intense. She was feeling more relaxed.
Neetu nodded “I am hoping to be. Today was the first time he fucked me.”
“You are hoping to be?” Yami repeated.
“Uh huh. I have been waiting a long time for this.” Neetu said.
“Hold, hold on, hold on.” Yami took a sip of her fresh drink and leaned in close to Neetu “You are telling me he fucked you today but you were waiting for him to fuck you? You wanted your boss to bang you?”
“Babe, you have no idea what you have here.” Neetu said “He is the most eligible bachelor in our company, even though he’s not a bachelor any more.”
“Oh, he’s married?”
“Yes.”
“And still you wanted him to fuck you?” Yami could not believe it.
“I have been wanting him to do me for a long time, but it’s only now that he made a move. I was not gonna say no. No girl in the company will say no to Mr. Malhotra. He’s amazing.”
“Well, he is a good-looking for sure.” Yami admitted “And I like a man who is well-dressed and confident without being a jerk. He was nice to talk to.”
“You should see his…you know…tool. Mmm, still creams my pussy when I think about it.”
“Big?”
Neetu nodded “Big and thick. And, oh god, it feels so good inside you. But the best thing is, he knows how to use it. He knows how to claim a girl without breaking her. Well, he does break her but not in that way. Oh god, I can’t explain.”
“Are you seriously telling me it’s a good thing that Vikas Malhotra wants to fuck me?”
“Oh yes.” Neetu nodded several times “you are getting the better deal. Believe me there are so many girls who would stand in a queue for his dick, you are getting ahead of the queue.”
“I feel that you are blowing smoke up my ass,” Yami said “but I am still curious.”
“Don’t listen to me, then.” Neetu said “What did you think of him, you tell me?”
“Well, he exust…exu…exude, that’s the word, he exudes power for sure.” Yami said “And he’s very handsome.”
“He’s a hunk.” Neetu corrected.
“Doesn’t his wife mind?”
“I don’t know. That’s his business.”
“What’s your business then?” Yami asked.
“Opening my legs when he signals.” Neetu said “God, you are making me miss him.”
“Is that what I will have to do, open my legs?”
“What you mean?”
“Like, will he take me on a date or just take me to a hotel room and fuck me?” Yami asked.
“I don’t know. No idea. No clue. Not the foggiest.” Neetu said “I know I would do whatever he says, date, dinner, movie, or bend over his desk, or bend over my desk, or in the hotel…mmm, God, it was the best day of my life. He fucked me so well and I already want more.”
“But you are his employee, I am not.” Yami said.
“So, yeah, you are right. To the brim. No, what was I saying? Yes, you are right to the point. You are making the offer, right? You can choose where you want to surrender to him…date or hotel room.”
Yami interrupted “Surrender?”
“Honey, once he takes you, there’s no coming back.” Neetu told her “Next time he won’t be asking you. You will be asking him.”
“Man, you do make it sound tempting.” Yami said.
Neetu gave her a knowing smile “I know what I am talking about. Best day of my life.”
“And if I don’t fuck him, he will make sure I lose my job?”
“He’s not the kind to do that.” Neetu shook her head “He’s a nice guy. But he won’t have any reason to keep the account with your hotel and then your job is pretty definitely gone.”
“Giving him a good deal on the rooms won’t be enough?” Yami said.
“It must be the alcohol talking but I am getting a clear insight. It looks like you don’t mind spreading your legs for him, but you don’t want to feel like a slut so you want me to tell you that you don’t have a choice.”
Yami flushed “Well, do I?”
“No!” Neetu shook her head “That I can tell you honestly, that you don’t have a choice. Boss wants your ass under his control. Give him a good deal but also add yourself in the package. That’s the only way to get his approval.”
“Hmmm, so no choice except to become his whore.” Yami said.
“Look on the bright side, baby.”
“What’s that?”
“Not only do you get amazing sex with him which every girls wants, but once you are his possession, you will definitely get that promotion.”
“I will?”
“You can bank on it.” Neetu nodded “It will always be good for your career to be a powerful man’s whore.”
“Not gonna lie, I am not hating that word whore as much now. Must be the alcohol.”
“Were you hating it before?”
“Yes, kind of.” Yami said.
Neetu pouted “Well, I am my boss’ whore and I am fucking proud of it.”
“And you don’t mind if I become his whore too?”
“Why would I mind? You are my friend. This will be good for you.” Neetu smiled “Then we will be whore sisters and I can tell you ‘I told you so.’”
“About what?”
“Boss. About boss. That after he fucks you, you will be his.” Neetu said “And you will be always hungry for his cock like I am.”
“God, even your talk is turning me on now.”
“Wait until you are with him.” Neetu said “Will you date him or just spread your legs in a hotel room?”
“I think I would prefer a date.” Yami said “But he’s got the power, he might not want that. I will just have to do what he wants.”
“Now you are talking sense.”
Yami sighed.
Chapter 6 – Vikas Arrives
Everybody was gathered in the living room at Sonali’s.
Rhea said “Mumma, are you making tea?”
Sonali said “I am just waiting for Damad ji. If I make it now, it will get cold by the time he arrives.”
“It’s ok, mummy,” Kajal said “I will make for him again when he comes.”
“No, di, it’s ok,” Rhea said “I can wait for jiju.”
“You can have your tea, Rhea. If he comes late, it might be dinner time.”
“Then I will have dinner, di. Tea is not more important than jiju.” Rhea said.
“Nothing in the world is more important than your jiju.” Shriya said.
“Mumma, Bhabhi is being mean to me.” Rhea complained.
“I am not. I am just saying if the whole world was on fire, you would –“ Shriya was cut off by the doorbell.
“Jiju is here!” Rhea jumped up and ran out to open the door.
She came back following Vikas. Suddenly the environment changed like they were sitting in the dark and somebody had turned on the current in the circuit.
He sat down in a big sofa chair after saying hello to everybody. Kajal knelt at his feet and started to take his shoes off. Rhea quickly joined her and started untying the other shoe. Kajal didn’t say anything this time. Shriya went to bring him water. Guddu took his briefcase and put it in Kajal’s room.
“What should I do?” Sonal asked as she looked around. She was feeling like she should serve him in some way too but didn’t know what. Everybody else knew their roles and knew what Vikas needed.
“You sit here with me.” Vikas sat pointing to the long sofa next to his chair. Sonal sat down on the end closest to him.
“That’s a lovely dress, Sonal.” Vikas said “You are looking gorgeous.”
“Oh, thank you.” Sonal blushed.
“Are you and Rhea going somewhere?” Vikas asked.
“No, we were just…trying on dresses…working on a project.” Sonal said “We are fashion designers, you know.”
“I know, sweetheart.” Vikas smiled “I am sure you will both be great at it.”
Sonali came in with a big bowl of water and sponge. Kajal took them from her. Sonali took Vikas’ socks and shoes. She went to put them in Kajal’s room while Kajal washed Vikas’ feet. She let Rhea help her.
“Arre, I could do that in the bathroom.” Vikas objected.
“Patidev, you work hard all day, this is your time to relax.” Kajal said “Your wife is here to serve you.”
“Both your wives.” Rhea added boldly.
Vikas smiled and stroked their heads “My good girls, both of you.” Rhea’s smile was even bigger than Kajal’s.
Chapter 7 – Shweta’s Job Interview
Six years ago…
It took a lot of courage on Shweta’s part to open that door and walk to the reception at VisCom. But once she entered she forced herself to be bold. Her boldness worked and she got in to see the Head of Photography, an old man called Rishi Kapoor who looked like his forefathers had probably invented the first camera. Shweta walked in, pretending to be more confident than she was feeling and started to give him her profile. She didn’t hand him her resumé, instead she talked about herself, giving her background, her experience and her achievements.
That’s where her luck ran out. Rishi heard everything patiently, then asked for her CV. She handed it to him and he looked it over. Then he asked the same questions that others had asked before. Shweta didn’t have the right answers to those. She tried to persuade him that she was a good photographer and could prove herself.
“Look, I completely understand.” Rishi said in a kind manner “You are probably a good photographer even if you don’t have a degree or any professional experience. If we were a small startup company, we could have taken a risk on you. But we are a big agency and we have to be accountable to some big clients. I am sorry but there’s nothing I can do for you. I would suggest – “
“Rishi Sir, just because I say you can take a week doesn’t mean - ” Vikas entered Rishi Kapoor’s office like a storm but stopped walking and talking as he noticed he was not alone “…sorry Sir, I didn’t know you had company.”
He walked in at a more normal pace.
“It’s ok, Sir. She was just leaving. We were done.” Rishi said.
“You are calling him Sir, and he’s calling you Sir,” Shweta said “I don’t understand who is boss and who is junior.”
Rishi Kapoor said patiently “He is calling me Sir, because he is a good boy with manners and I call him Sir because he is my boss. Meet our CEO, Mr. Vikas Malhotra.”
“Oh, nice to meet you, Mr. Malhotra. CEO? I would have thought you were a model.” Shweta got up and faced him.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Miss…?” Vikas looked at her.
She shot out her hand “Tiwari, Shweta Tiwari, Mrs. Shweta Tiwari. And it’s not flattery if it’s true.”
Vikas shook her hand and smiled “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Tiwari.”
“No, no, just call me Shweta. I was wondering if you could help me. You see,” Shweta saw her chance and launched into her spiel like one who is afraid of being interrupted at any moment “Rishi Sir here thinks that I am not a good candidate for photographer because I don’t have a degree but when you go to the restaurant you don’t ask the chef for his degree, you look for good food, and everybody knows the food is better at a roadside dhaba. I am the dhaba.”
“You are the dhaba?” Vikas raised an eyebrow.
“Metaphor, Vikas ji, metaphor. I don’t have the degree or the professional experience to show but I have the skill. My family’s living depends on my skill and I would not gamble with their welfare if I didn’t have the skill. My landlord has given me notice that he will kick us out in a week and I would not be standing here pretending to be a photographer just for the heck of it. I am a desperate woman and I can only sell what I have and that is my skill as a photographer. What I don’t know I can learn, I am a quick learner. You have a big company and I can totally understand that it is a risk for you to employ an unknown woman who has just walked off the street, no degree, no references, it is a bad business decision, I get that, I get your point of view, but you must look at my point of view as well. For me this is my lifeline, I know I don’t look like a good photographer on paper, but that’s just the paper, I am a good photographer in real life, and I would not say that if I were not because even if you give me a job now you will fire me tomorrow if I am not good and my photography skill is all that stands between my family and starvation.”
She took a deep breath. She felt like she was about to cry so she stopped. She looked at Vikas. Vikas looked at her, up and down, several times. He looked at Rishi, then he looked at Shweta again. Shweta looked back at him, holding her breath, not saying a word. Suddenly Vikas turned and walked out the door. Shweta was startled, she looked at his receding back, she jerked back to look at Rishi then looked at Vikas again.
As he exited the door, she called out after him “Should I follow you?”
“Yes.” His voice came back from outside.
Looking at Rishi, Shweta said “He...he said yes.” She quickly walked out and followed Vikas who already fifty feet ahead of her.
He stopped at a door, opened it and went inside. Shweta followed him. Vikas turned on the lights. It was a large photo studio with a raised stage and a lot of props and equipment around. Shweta looked around in wonder. It was about 20 times bigger and better than the little studio she had worked at after college.
Vikas came back to stand in front of Shweta.
“You are a good photographer?” He said.
Shweta nodded “Yes! I mean, yes, Sir.”
“In real life?”
“Yes.” She repeated.
“This is real life. All the equipment a photographer needs is there. There are cameras and lenses in that cupboard. Do a photoshoot. Show me what you got.”
Shweta took a deep breath and said “Ok. Ok. That’s fair.”
Rishi Kapoor walked in, stood by the wall and watched. Shweta started setting up the equipment.
“Oh, you have the big video tripods. I have only worked with the photo tripods.” Shweta said.
“Well, you said you can learn. Go ahead and learn.” Vikas told her and didn’t move from his place.
“You were listening?” Shweta said as she tried to figure out the different, more expensive model of tripod than she had used before.
Shweta was finding that her saree was a hindrance now. No matter how great she looked, it was not meant to be an activewear garment. She tried to keep it from getting caught in the tripod but still stumbled once.
“Rishi Sir, help her, please.” Vikas said “I don’t want her breaking a finger in that and then suing us.”
With Rishi’s help, Shweta had the camera set up in 10 minutes. She asked Vikas “Do you want high key or noir?”
“It’s your shoot, your brief. Do what you think shows your skill best.” He told her.
“Ok. But I need a model.” Shweta said.
“No problem. Rishi Sir…”
“Umm, can’t you..” Shweta interrupted quickly.
“Don’t worry, Miss Tiwari,” Rishi said in his bass drawl from near the door where he had moved after helping Shweta “I have no intention of being the guinea pig for your shoot. This face stays strictly behind the camera.”
“Alright,” Vikas said “I will be your model.”
“Thank you.” Shweta moved ahead of Vikas and placed a chair in the centre of the stage. Then she moved to stand behind the camera and directed Vikas. She had him pose with and without his jacket. Then she told him to take his shirt off.
“Seriously, Miss Tiwari, you are asking your boss to take off his shirt?” Vikas said.
“You are not my boss,” Shweta said “you have not given me the job yet. And in this studio, I am the boss. I am the photographer and you are the model. Now shut up and take your shirt off.” She tempered her firm commands with a sweet smile.
“Alright,” Vikas conceded and started to unbutton his shirt “but if I hear you call for a bottle of massage oil, I am out of here.”
Shweta chuckled. She adjusted the lights and took several more photos. It was slightly over an hour later when she finished.
“Thank you very much for posing, Sir.” Shweta said “I have all the photos I need.”
“Ok.” Vikas started to put his shirt back on “Take the memory card, process the photos as you want. Come back and see me on Monday.”
“Mond…Monday, Sir?” Shweta looked dismayed. She really felt that she had the bear by the tail. If she stopped now, by Monday things may be very different. Vikas might be busy, or his kind mood might change, no, Monday didn’t sound as good. The evacuation notice was still fresh in front of her eyes.
“Alright,” Vikas nodded “do it now. Rishi Sir, will you show her to the photo lab, please?”
“Yes, Sir.” Rishi said.
“Then send her to my office when she’s done.” Vikas finished buttoning his shirt and walked to the door “I will see you shortly, Mrs. Tiwari.”
“Shweta, Sir.” Shweta called out to his back.
Vikas was gone.
Now with the big boss himself taking an interest, Rishi lost his reluctance and helped Shweta. He was a kind man at heart and while the company’s policies didn’t allow him to hire someone off the street like that, if the CEO was willing to make an exception, Rishi was only too glad to help the girl in need.
He showed her to the photo lab and turned on a computer for her. The computer had all the software needed to work on the photos. Shweta opened Lightroom and got to work. It took her half an hour to retouch the photos. She had selected 8 of the photos and only processed those. Rishi suggested that she should take a print rather than carry them on the memory card.
“Physical photo is always more impactful.” He told Shweta.