Man of Power 9: Conquering Hearts and Empires
Korben Hunter
Man of Power 9
Conquering Hearts & Empires
Korben Hunter
© Sultry Publications 2023
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.
Photos
I have been doing an experiment recently. This book contains some photos as reference for the dresses that I have described. The photos are created by AI, so they are not an accurate depiction of the dress I am describing but they are close. When reading the story, use the photos as a reference but pay attention to the description of the dress as the accurate design of the dress.
As you would have noticed, I use the dresses not just for adornment of the character’s body but also as a point for flirting, make-out etc. All those actions will be based on the description that I provide for the dress or outfit.
Most of all, I would be interested to get your feedback on the photos, if they helped in getting an idea of the design of the dresses, did they add to your enjoyment of the story or was it the other way around?
Based on your feedback I will decide if I want to spend time creating these photos for the future books or not.
Thank you.
Table of Contents
Introduction
Series Info
Chapter 1 – Sophie’s Lucky Day
Chapter 2 – Tara Joins HR
Chapter 3 – Sonal Wants It
Chapter 4 –Pooja is a Good Bitch
Chapter 5 – Parineeti Finds a Piece
Chapter 6 – Vikas Acquires Pooja Hegde
Chapter 7 – Pooja Thanks Her Boss
Chapter 8 – Meet Rakul Preet
Chapter 9 – Rakul Meets the Boss
Chapter 10 – Parineeti Starts Her Day
Chapter 11 – Mehreen Gives a Presentation
Chapter 12 – Deepti Says Hello
Chapter 13 – Mehreen Gives a Full Demo
Chapter 14 – Deepti Meets the Client
Chapter 15 – The Business Set Up
Chapter 16 – Shamita Gets to the Meeting
Chapter 17 – Shamita Gets Her Wish
Chapter 18 – Yami is Room Service
Chapter 19 – Parineeti Writes an Email
Chapter 20 – Rashmika Completes Her Chore
Chapter 21 – Rakul Has a Busy Mind
Chapter 22 – Kajal Has Her Own Style of Date Night
Chapter 23 – Yami Starts Training Her Boyfriend
Chapter 24 – Vikas is a Romantic
Chapter 25 – Parineeti Brings News
Chapter 26 – Parineeti Waits
Chapter 27 – Sophie Tells the Truth
Chapter 28 – The Late Night Call
Chapter 29 – Parineeti Sleeps in the Guest Room
Chapter 30 – Vansh Gets Some Respect
Chapter 31 – Chitrangda Needs a Job
My other books
Introduction
One of the main reasons I love this series so much is that this just flows smoothly and fluidly from my fingers to the page without giving me any reason to pause. If anything this is the reverse of writer’s block. One reason for that is that Vikas is an interesting character and there is always a lot going on in his life.
At times it might seem like he has a lot of sex, and he does, but apart from sex there are many things that he must do for his business, for his in-laws and for his staff. Similarly, most of the characters in this story have a full, active, eventful life. Instead of having to decide what to write I have to struggle to keep everything in focus because if I spend too much time on one part of the story then other parts get neglected. I can’t help that from happening but I do bring things back in focus in alternate books.
The spin-offs for this series are a great source for me to cover some of those areas that get neglected in the main timeline and also to have some fun by exploring some tangents. As I said, there is a lot in this story to talk about and it can’t all be done in one book or one timeline.
Speaking of spin-off’s I recently published the Family Matters spin-off for this and I will write a second part to that as well because there are so many events that need to be covered there. Similarly, fans of the series have been asking for the continuation of Angel Face and Inviting Trouble spin-off’s. I am working on sorting out the flow for them. And I have not forgotten about the Flying High series.
All of this will happen but all of this can’t happen in one day so while I am trying to manage this multiverse of Vikas’ life, I will continue to put out one book at a time and hope that you will enjoy them while waiting for the next ones.
It is incredible how much love you have given to this series and for that I am extremely grateful. I do hope that you enjoy this book as well. Your feedback is more important to me than you can imagine. Please keep writing the reviews and keep giving me your feedback in chat on Reddit.
Thank you,
Korben Hunter
Series Info
This is the ninth book in this series. After the interlude in Delhi, now Vikas is back at his business in Bombay and must pay attention to the expansion plans both in India and the association with the US agency. Being the expert businessman he is, he deals with things in his inimitable style and as usual does a great job of mixing business with pleasure.
A quick recap for this series. In the first book Vikas meets Kajal, their romance grows and they get married. Vikas also takes control 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, we find 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 beauties.
In the fourth book, Vikas has many opportunities where he meets beautiful women in his office, in his business sphere and in commercial alliances. He exploits these opportunities in his unique masterful style.
In the fifth book, Vikas works on expanding his business but also takes possession of some stunningly beautiful women, some as models but others in his business circle.
In the sixth book, Vikas is travelling to Delhi with Rhea for her fashion show. This book covers that journey and part of his first day in Delhi. You meet some of his old friends and some new ones that he makes because you know, Vikas is Vikas.
In the seventh book, Vikas was very much involved in the fashion show and although he had not come for that, he does have a lot of fun there. The fashion show is full of sexy, gorgeous girls who are not shy and do not mind mixing with a handsome ad-agency owner on a social level. When the seventh book ended Rhea had just won the first prize for her dress in the fashion show.
In the eighth book Vikas is still in Delhi with Rhea and the events of the fashion show are unfolding. When we last saw Rhea, she had just won the first prize in the fashion show. The story carries on in this book and follows Vikas and Rhea’s weekend. Toward the end of the book they return to Bombay, so you can rest assured that the story will continue as normal in the next book.
The other books are also available on the same platforms as this book. The first six books are also available as two trilogy bundles.
This is the most popular series and as a result it has had some spin-off's based on the main premise. These are:
Flying High - 2 books
Angel Face - 1 book
Tammy Story - 1 book
Inviting Trouble - 1 book
Family Matters – 1 book
Chapter 1 – Sophie’s Lucky Day
The girls in the secretary pool enjoyed a relaxed environment as they did not work under a boss and had less workload normally. Still, most of them wished to work under a boss as that had more sense of achievement, better chances of promotion and also had more prestige attached to it. Still, while they worked in the pool, they enjoyed each other’s company and had great chats like a girls hostel.
Suddenly all the chatting came to a halt as the HR manager entered the room. This was not a normal thing. It was quite normal for a girl from a secretary pool to be assigned temporarily to a department or a boss while the normal secretary was on leave but that was usually done by email. To see HR manager Rani Mukherjee herself walk into the big room was an unusual and somewhat scary sight. It was very likely to result in some or many of them losing their jobs. While VisCom had not laid off any staff in years, they could not ignore the current market where many companies were laying off employees in large numbers.
“I have a temporary assignment for one girl,” Rani said and the girls took a sigh of relief “it will be for a few days and it’s a simple note taking job.”
The girls nodded and continued listening for more.
Rani continued “It will be working directly under the big boss and –“
Suddenly sixteen hands raised in the air. Rani smiled “It is with big boss – Mr. Malhotra, but it is strictly temporary.”
All sixteen hands stayed in the air.
“I need a girl who has some legal experience and can take notes as well proofread legal material.”
There were sighs all around. Only one hand stayed up.
“What’s your name?” Rani said.
“Sophie Chaudhary, ma’am.” The girl said.
“You have legal experience?” Rani said.
Sophie nodded “I worked as a secretary in a legal firm for three years, ma’am.”
“Ok.” Rani nodded “Give your current work to the girl next to you and come with me.”
It was with a wide grin that Sophie handed over the pile of papers from her desk to the girl on her left.
“Lucky bitch.” Rakul said.
Sophie grinned “Thanks.” She got up and walked out behind Rani Mukherjee.
Rani took her to her office.
“Come, Sophie, take a seat.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Sophie sat in a visitor chair.
“As I said Sophie, this is a temporary assignment,” Rani started “there is a meeting that the CEO will attend this afternoon. You will need to take notes in that. While this business deal is underway, there will be a few more meetings which you will attend with him and take notes.”
“Sure, ma’am. I am happy to do that.” Sophie said, then she leaned in “Ma’am, since I will be working under the big boss, will he...I mean, will I be under him?”
“You mean will he fuck you?” Rani said.
“Well, ma’am, I will be working under him, no?” Sophie did not blush.
“To be honest, I can’t say, Sophie,” Rani said “but you are a pretty girl and you are dressed well, so...he might want to fuck you. You need to be prepared for that.”
Sophie was indeed a very pretty girl with a lovely, curvaceous body. She had a long face with sexy features. Her sex appeal was in her pink, plump lips and her deep, brown eyes that always held a slutty cheekiness in them. She was wearing a pink halter dress in very thin silk fabric. It had a deep cleavage and a very deep back. It was tight on her ass and Sophie already had a tight, well-rounded ass, the dress was making even more prominent and attractive. She had nice, long legs which were fully bare as the dress ended on her mid-thighs. She was wearing 7” high stilettos that had pointed heels and 3” platforms. She had done her hair in a sexy, wavy style that framed her face as it cascaded down her left shoulder.
“Ma’am, what can I do to make sure that he does nail me?”
“You want him to fuck you?” Rani stared at her.
“Of course, ma’am.” Sophie said “He is Vikas Malhotra. Is there a girl in the company who doesn’t want him in her? If I go back to secretary pool and tell them ki boss ne meri li hi nahin, ma’am, they will laugh at me.”
[Boss didn’t fuck me.]
“They will?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sophie nodded “Since I am going to work under him, they would be assuming that I will be taking his dick everyday. Please, ma’am, tell me how I can make sure that he will nail me. Should I go and change my dress? I have much sluttier dresses that show my ass crack and don’t cover my ass very much. Does he like asses or tits?”
“He likes both, and your dress is nice.” Rani said “But, are you wearing panties?”
“A little thong, ma’am.”
“Take it off.” Rani said “He doesn’t like anything in the way. And your hair, bring it over your right shoulder. He is right handed, so sit on his right and keep your left side open to him.”
“I have a dress that’s totally open on the left side, ma’am.”
“Wear that tomorrow.” Rani said “Today there isn’t much time. I will introduce you to his personal secretary. She will call you when he is going into the meeting.”
“Mmmm, I love it. Thank you so much for picking me, ma’am.”
Chapter 2 – Tara Joins HR
Tara entered Rani’s office as Sophie was leaving.
“Good morning, ma’am.”
Rani looked up at her and frowned as she looked her over “Good morning, Tara. I thought I told you to dress nice for office.”
“I...I did, ma’am.” Tara looked down at her outfit “This....this is a tube top, ma’am.”
She was a stunningly beautiful young girl in her early twenties with a svelte figure and a beautiful squarish face. She was wearing a black silk tube top with glitter in the fabric. The tube top was about half the width of a normal tube top and was showing her young, full tits in a deep cleavage as well as the bottom of her tits. She was a very fair girl and the black tube top looked gorgeous against her milky white skin. She was wearing a short silk jacket over it that went only a few inches below the tube top. The tube top was showing her cleavage in both directions but her shoulders and arms were covered by the jacket.
Her skirt was a silk micromini which matched the tube top. It was low on her hips, baring her navel as well as the top part of her pelvic slope. The skirt didn’t cover much. It ended just below her mid-thighs but had a slit over her right leg, all the way to her hip joint. When she stood the skirt fell open and her smooth, bare leg was displayed as well as a corner of her tiny black thong.
On her feet, she was wearing 7” high mules with 3” platforms. They had black silk ribbon straps that tied around her ankles. Her hair was dark with red highlights in it. It was tied in a loose ponytail right now. She was wearing tasteful make-up with pink lipstick on her soft, supple lips. All in all, she looked deliciously hot and the critical eye that Rani was giving her did not seem justified.
“I see the tube top,” Rani said “but what’s this jacket non-sense?”
“Oh!” Tara looked at her jacket.
“Tara, I told you that you are getting this job only because you are a pretty girl,” Rani said “and my boss likes pretty girls.”
“Yes, ma’am. I am thankful for you to give me this opportunity.”
“This opportunity is yours only if the big boss approves you.” Rani reminded her “And you remember how that will happen?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Tara nodded “boss will test me and I will be confirmed if he approves me.”
“And how will he test you?”
“On my back, ma’am.” Tara said without hesitation “I will spread my legs for him and he will fuck me. If he likes fucking me, he will approve me.”
“What will happen after he fucks you?”
“If he likes me then I will become his fucktoy.” Tara said “I will be confirmed in HR and boss will fuck me regularly, whenever he wants.”
“You just remember it, or you understand it?” Rani said.
“I understand it well, ma’am.” Tara looked at her “I have been looking for a job for more than a year after doing my graduation in people management. Nobody was willing to give me a chance. The only jobs I was able to get were as Barista or waitress. Ma’am, even there the bosses were only interested in me because I was pretty.”
Rani nodded “I can understand that.”
“This is the first HR job I have got ma’am. I need a job badly, and this is the one that could help me actually build my career.” Tara said “I can’t even finish my PG if I don’t have actual work experience.”
“Yes, you told me all that and I told you that I am willing to give you a chance but you will need to belong to Mr. Malhotra as his possession if you want to have a permanent job here.”
“I am more than willing, ma’am.” Tara said “I have seen Mr. Malhotra on magazine covers. I have heard how the girls in the company talk about him. It would be an honour to be his fucktoy, ma’am.”
“And yet, this is how you dress to impress him?”
“I am sorry, ma’am, please help me.” Tara said “I have never done this before. I am good at sex, ma’am, honestly I am, but I have never had to, you know, seduce a man, I have only dated boys my age and they well...ma’am, they chase me, I don’t chase them.”
“Well, you are a stunning girl, that’s understandable.” Rani said, mollified by her willing attitude “But Mr. Malhotra is a real man, much older, mature and very experienced. Do not expect to play the same games with him.”
“Oh, not at all, ma’am.” Tara’s big beautiful eyes opened wide “I will be willing and eager to please him. I will spread my legs on his command. I am ready to be his fucktoy ma’am, I just don’t know how to dress for him.”
“Hmm, alright. Well, start by taking your panties off.” Rani said “There should be nothing between your holes and his dick.”
Tara immediately reached under her short skirt and pulled her panties off “I thought about that ma’am, but some bosses like to rip panties.”
“Mr. Malhotra doesn’t use force. He likes his girls willing and believe me, he has no shortage of willing pussy.”
“I can believe that, ma’am.”
“Loosen your hair.” Rani said “And remove your jacket before I introduce you to him. You also need red lipstick. He likes the cocksucking lips look.”
Tara continued making the adjustments to her appearance while her pussy pulsed in anticipation of meeting the big man.
Chapter 3 – Sonal Wants It
Sonal waited somehow until the first free period then she grabbed Rhea’s hand and dragged her to the cafeteria. They took two coffees and went into a corner where they could talk.
“Tell me everything or I will kill you.” Sonal started with a warning.
“Ok, you want to know if jiju claimed me or not, right?” Rhea said.
“Yes, that and with all the details.”
Rhea nodded “So, the first answer is yes, jiju claimed me fully and now I am his, completely his property.”
“Oh, my god!” Sonal covered her mouth with her hands “Really? Does your sister know?”
“Nope.” Rhea shook her head “I don’t have the guts to tell her.”
“Forget that, tell me everything.” Sonal leaned in “Where did he fuck you? Before the fashion show or after the fashion show?”
“He fucked me in the train to Delhi already.”
“Train mein hi le lee teri?” Sonal looked at her wide-eyed.
[He nailed you on the train?]
“Yaar, I was trying, na? I wore a very sexy nightie and told him directly that I want to be his property.”
“Then? Then?”
“He did a lot of humming and hawing, he doesn’t want to take advantage of me, I am his sister-in-law, I am so young, yada, yada, yada.”
“What did you say?”
“I stuck to my guns,” Rhea said “I told him I want to be his, at any cost. I told him, I am not looking to be wife or girlfriend, just his property.”
“Like his bitch, right?”
“Yes, I said that too.”
“What did he say?”
“He could see I was serious, so that made him think.” Rhea said “I was on his lap when we were discussing this, I told him that I know he gets hard when we kiss so he obviously wants to fuck me, then why not just fuck me, casually?”
“You are bold, yaar.” Sonal said.
“I was frustrated with his nonsense, yaar. Like, how could he ruin my life by fucking me when he obviously wants to fuck me and I want him to fuck me as well. I am giving him a free pass, just nail me when you want. But he was being so damn honourable that I had to force him.”
“And he fucked you?”
“He did, but he first made me promise that I will do something great with my life in two years, or he will let me go.”
“Aww, he does want you to do great things.”
“I am not against it, but I am more likely to do great things as his possession, not if I am obsessed with him and sad about it.”
“You told him that?”
“I told him that and many other things.”
“Then what was the outcome?”
“He made me promise that I will do something great in two years, and I made him promise that he will keep me as his bitch for two years.” Rhea said “And if I do good things with my career, in two years then he has to keep me as his bitch forever.”
“Did he agree to that?”
“Yes, he agreed to all that,” Rhea nodded “and then he fucked me, on the train berth. Damn, it was such a narrow berth for the two of us.”
“How was it?”
“Glorious!” Rhea sighed “Sonal, if you have not taken jiju’s dick in you, then you have not lived. I know you have had much more sex than I have, but girl, he is the real deal. He made me see heaven.”
“Oh, my!” Sonal was breathing heavy just discussing this. “He fucked you hard?”
“Not at first. He was being gentle with me.” Rhea said “But I told him I want the real treatment, he has to nail me like his bitch. Then he pounded me hard and I saw stars and rainbows and oh, my god, it was heaven, Sonal!”
“Fuck! I so want that.” Sonal said “Did he fuck you in Delhi also?”
“Yes, but I had to be very busy with the fashion show in the day so he could only fuck me that night.” Rhea said with a sheepish smile “But I was so exhausted, Sonal, I fell asleep after a couple of orgasms.”
“Couple of orgasms?” Sonal opened her eyes wide “How many did you want? I am lucky if I get one with a guy.”
“Oh, you don’t know jiju.” Rhea smiled proudly “When he starts drilling you, you lose count of the orgasms, they come so hard and fast.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Baby, why do you think Kajal is so happy all the time?” Rhea said “She was never so happy with any boyfriend before. She gets to have jiju’s dick in her all the time. No wonder she walks around like she owns the world.”
“Wow! But you fell asleep, was he angry?”
“Nah, not jiju.” Rhea grinned “Girls fall out of trees for him. He just went to the next room and nailed my friend Hebah Patel.”
“Who is Hebah Patel?”
“A model I met in Delhi. I have so much to tell you.”
“Is she hot?”
“Oh, so hot!”
“And Vikas fucked her?”
“She was begging for it, yes.” Rhea said “He nailed so many girls in Delhi.”
“Oh, God. When will I get my turn?”
“You will, don’t worry. I will help you.”
“He fucked you again though?”
“Mhmmm,” Rhea nodded “Next morning he fucked me in the swimming pool.”
“God. How nice!” Sonal said “He will keep fucking you now that you are back? I mean, your sister is here so he might –“
“Sonal, stupid, unhone aaj subah shower mein meri gaand maari hai.”
[He just fucked my ass in the shower this morning.]
“What?” Sonal’s jaw dropped “Where was your sister?”
“Making breakfast.”
“But didn’t she know?”
“I don’t know, I was screaming pretty loudly when he drilled my ass,” Rhea said “but the shower was on, bathroom door was closed and there was kitchen noise in the kitchen, so maybe she didn’t hear me.”
“Oh, wow! But looks like you are now his bitch for sure.”
“For sure.”
“Now, you have to help me, you had promised me.” Sonal said.
“I will. I do want you to feel what it’s like to be truly alive under a real man.” Rhea said “Look, I am gonna ask mom to invite jiju for dinner tomorrow night, you know, like, we can have family celebration for my prize.”
“Oh, nice. Congratulations, by the way.”
“Thanks. You already texted me.” Rhea said “But listen, tomorrow, in the evening, you come for the dinner as well, wearing something super hot. I will find a way to get you alone with jiju.”
“How, yaar?” Sonal said “Apni sasuraal mein thodi lenge meri. That too, with the whole family there.”
[He won’t fuck me in his in-laws home.]
“Don’t be surprised, he is very bold.” Rhea said “But don’t worry, I will find a way. I will ask him to give you a lift or something. I will think of something, you don’t worry. You just select a nice dress and come on over tomorrow.”
“Why tomorrow? Can’t you call him over tonight?”
“Tonight he will be nailing my sister,” Rhea said “did you forget she hasn’t seen him for a weekend? She is as eager to take his cock as we are.”
“How do you know?”
“I heard them making a date for this evening before I left.” Rhea said “Kajal was hinting very strongly that she wants him to fuck her.”
“He didn’t fuck her last night?”
“No, how could he? I was there. But oh, listen to this, Sonal, I slept in his bed, with him and Kajal, fully naked...”
Rhea leaned in and Sonal was all ears for every detail. Then they made plans for tomorrow.
Chapter 4 –Pooja is a Good Bitch
“Sir, do you like my hair?” Pooja said as they got out of the car and walked to the hotel entrance.
“Yes, it’s nice.” Vikas said.
People stared at them as they walked through the hotel lobby toward the restaurant door. The women loved the look of Vikas in a business suit but men could not take their eyes off of Pooja Hegde. They were right to stare. Not only was she a stunningly beautiful girl she was dressed in a way that brought out her sex appeal like a thousand-watt bulb smashes the darkness.
Her dress was extremely simple in design and extremely high in sexiness. It was a white dress that looked amazingly hot against her dusky skin. It was completely strapless and showed a vast expanse of that beautiful, supple, caramel-coloured skin that made men lick their lips. The tight dress pushed her full, firm tits up creating a mouthwatering cleavage. There was a cut just between her tits which showed generous amounts of sideboobs.
It was made of a thin latex material in which her hard nipples were poking visibly through. The dress clung to her tight, sculpted body in a sexy way and showed the dimple of her navel. On her legs the short dress only covered until the mid-thigh if she stood still. When she moved, even more of her long, shapely legs got bared. In the back, the dress was held tightly against her body by a single pair of straps. Below that her back was fully bare, almost down to her ass crack. Vikas’ hand was resting on her bare back and she was loving how his fingers caressed her back as they walked.
She was walking slowly as she was wearing 8” high stilettos in yellow colour with 4” high platforms. She as fit as she was light and walking on insanely high heels was not hard for her but she was still glad to have the support of Vikas’ arms. Her dark hair was loose on her shoulder but not covering her deep cleavage. Men were ogling her lustfully but she was ignoring every body and only focusing on Vikas.
“Would you like me to get it coloured?” Pooja said “I mean it’s a boring black colour. If you wanted me to get highlights or just colour it all, I would be happy to get it done in your preferred colour.”
He looked at her and thought about it while they were walking to the restaurant in the hotel. The headwaiter recognised Vikas and they quickly got a table by the window. Vikas waited until they sat down.
“You have a beautiful caramel-coloured skin,” he said “some dark red highlights would look good I think.”
“How strong, Sir?” Pooja said “Just the fringes or more?”
“I think about thirty to forty percent would be good.” Vikas said.
“Ok, I will get that, and if you don’t like it, you can always change it,” she put her hand on his “I am your bitch, you can change me until I am perfectly aligned with your preferences.”
“But do you like your hair like this?” Vikas said “You don’t have a preference?”
“My preference is to keep my owner happy.” Pooja flashed her beautiful smile “Jaise aap rakhoge waise rahoongi main.”
[I will be the way you like me to be.]
“Still, I am interested to know your preference.”
“I have had this normal style for a long time,” Pooja said “I wanted to change it up. Changing it the way you like it will make me happy.”
“Hmmm.” He nodded.
“Do you like my hair this long or you want it shorter or longer?”
“I would like it to the middle of your back so you can make it into an updo or do it in waves over your shoulders, but leaving your back bare.”
“Tell me how far down my back.” Pooja leaned forward. She was sitting to his right rather than opposite.
Vikas leaned in and touched her bare back between her shoulder blades. Pooja put her hand behind his neck and pressed her lips on his lips. He was surprised then kissed her back. She parted her lips and teased his lips with her tongue. They kissed slowly but long with easy intimacy.
“Such a hungry slut.” Vikas smiled as he sat back.
“I am always hungry for your lips, for your hands, for your cock, for your cum,” Pooja smiled “and most of all....”
“Most of all?” Vikas prompted.
“Those thrusts that break me and make me cry.” Pooja smiled “You don’t know how much we girls crave to be with someone who can make us feel completely vulnerable but also fully safe at the same time.”
Vikas leaned in and run his fingers around her slender neck, back and forth feeling the curved slope “I don’t see a collar but you do talk like a pet bitch.”
“So put a collar on me, na.” Pooja’s eyes gleamed as she looked at him defiantly “This bitch is ready to be on your leash.”
“Maybe, in time.” Vikas sat back “What did you think of these studios that we just saw?”
“Sir, they are good, well-equipped studios, but their terms were not great.” Pooja also shifted into business mode “But Sir, are we breaking up with CP?”
“No, pet, we are buying CP.” Vikas said “But CP only has crews, we need the studio spaces as well. We hire studios too often for our ads and that becomes an overhead. That’s why we are looking for longterm lease option.”
“But Sir, these studios come with their own crews.”
“Yes, that’s not ideal.”
“Sir, maybe I should look for some studios that can fit better with our needs?”
Vikas nodded “Yeah, sounds good. So far, it’s only Shweta doing everything. These were the only proposals we had right now.”
“Now I am here to help with this, Sir,” Pooja said “after all, you didn’t hire me just because I feel good wrapped around your dick, did you?”
“For me, that’s just the bonus,” Vikas smiled “I don’t let my dick make business decisions. If you weren’t good at your job, I would not have hired you.”
“Would you have fucked me then?”
“Nope.”
“Damn, you are so strict even with yourself.” Pooja said “If I were good at my job but not good at sex?”
“In that case I might hired you but not taken you as my possession,” Vikas said “or I might have trained you as my whore. Depends on how bad you were.”
“And now?” She put her hand on his hand and rubbed his palm with her thumb “You still can and should train me. I have had some experience in sex, but I am not perfect and I want to be the best whore for you.”
“That would require a lot of regular drilling, slut.” Vikas said.
“Oh, how will I tolerate such a tough life.” Pooja said melodramatically “To be nailed again and again by the wonderful, thick cock of my handsome boss, why is my life so hard?”
“Because you like hard things?” Vikas said.
She squeezed his hand and smiled “I like one particularly hard thing, and that is –“
The waitress came over to their table and they had to get busy looking at the menu.
Chapter 5 – Parineeti Finds a Piece
“Hi, can I help you?”
Parineeti stopped and looked back. She walked back to the reception desk.
“Sorry, I am used to seeing this desk empty.” She said “You must be Rohit Sir’s new secretary.”
“Yes, I am his new personal secretary,” the pretty girl behind the desk said “and I know what you mean. His last secretary suddenly got married and left the job. I just joined last week.”
“I used to know that girl.” Parineeti smiled as she knew that she was talking about Kajal who had married Vikas and left the Kansal Modelling Agency “What’s your name?”
“Prachi Desai.” The girl said “And you?”
“Hi, I am Parineeti Chopra,” Parineeti extended her hand “I am Personal to Mr. Vikas Malhotra.”
They shook hands.
“Oh, he is our biggest client.” Prachi said.
“He is your only client.” Parineeti said.
“No, we have other....” Prachi tried but her voice didn’t have conviction.
“All small fries, dear,” Parineeti smiled “our agency is your biggest client. There is nothing wrong with that. Can I ask you something personal?”
“Sure, what?”
“Has Rohit taken you yet...I mean, he is your boss, and you are a pretty girl, obviously he would....has he fucked you yet?”
Instead of getting angry, Prachi looked down and shook her head “Not yet, but he keeps hinting at it,” she looked up at Parineeti “I guess I will have to....I need this job. I will have to spread my legs for him sooner or later.”
Prachi was really a pretty girl with a sweet face. She had short hair that was made up in a wavy style framing her lovely face and not reaching below her neck. She was wearing a sky blue off-shoulders dress in cotton that showed a nice, fair cleavage. The way it was draping over her breasts, it was clear that she had nice breasts which were pushed up by a demi-cup bra. The dress was short, only reaching down to her mid-thighs. She was wearing 5” high heels.
“And if I tell you that you won’t have to spread your legs for Rohit Kansal?”
“I will ask what’s the catch.” Prachi looked at her.
“You are smart.” Parineeti smiled “Yes, there is a catch. I want you for my boss.”
“Are you saying what I think you are saying?” Prachi’s big eyes got bigger with disbelief.
“Yes,” Parineeti was not put off “I am saying, I want you to belong to my boss, I am saying I want my boss to fuck you and possess you.”
Prachi’s jaw dropped “Are you for real? I would never have thought a girl could say that to me in a hundred years.”
“Ok, what’s your objection?” Parineeti stood with her feet firmly on the ground in front of her.
“Well...erm....where do I start?”
“Start with yourself,” Parineeti said confidently “you just said you will have to spread your legs for your boss. I am saying, instead of spreading your legs for Rohit Kansal, you should be the property of Vikas Malhotra.”
“And why would I do that?” Prachi said “At least Rohit is my boss, a boss has a right to fuck his secretary. I have not even met your boss and he is your boss, not mine.”
“Ok, let me take that one by one, first of all, Mr. Malhotra is a really a good looking man, the words Greek God and hunk are often used about him. Rohit is ok but he really cannot compare. Then, my boss has a big dick and he is a champion in bed. I can guarantee that once you take him in you, you will be hooked.”
“I am totally in a parallel universe,” Prachi said, shaking her head “this can’t be happening. You just told me that your boss is hot and has a big dick.”
“And is amazing in sex.” Parineeti nodded “Aren’t those the things you look for in a man when you go out trolling for dick?”
The way Prachi blushed, it was evident that Parineeti’s arrow had hit the mark.
“If you have to become a bitch for a boss, why would you not choose one who is the most powerful and hot?” Parineeti hit the iron while it was hot.
“But, you are obviously his...bitch...” Prachi said “why would he look at me, and why would you even present me to him?”
“The answer to both is the same” Parineeti cleverly avoided saying that she was Vikas’ bitch or not “a powerful man needs more than one bitch to serve him and I like him to have nice things. You are definitely a sweet, lovely thing. I would love him to conquer you.”
Prachi squirmed in her seat, obviously the discussion was getting to her “Even if I admit that he is better looking –“
“I can show you a photo.” Parineeti interjected.
“-why would I not....you have a photo of him?”
Parineeti took out her phone and opened a photo of Vikas. She had many of them, but this was the one she used to look at late at night in her bed. She turned the phone to face Prachi.
At first Prachi just looked with curiosity, then she leaned in and took the phone from Parineeti “He....he plays tennis?”
“Squash.” Parineeti said “I deliberately didn’t show you a photo in suit, all men look the same in suit.”
In fact, she had shown her the picture that turned her on the most. It showed Vikas in a sweaty short-sleeve tshirt after a spirited game of squash. The way Prachi licked her lips, it was undeniable that the picture worked.
“Umm, ok....” Prachi offered the phone back, then turned it to look at the photo one last time, then gave it back “I will admit he is good looking.”
“He is a hunk.” Parineeti said.
Prachi nodded “He is a hunk. But he is not my boss. I will still have to spread for my boss.”
“Not if you agree to be my boss’ bitch.” Parineeti deliberately used that word.
“Even if I do,” Prachi didn’t object “Rohit Sir won’t spare me. He will still want to nail me or I might lose my job.”
“Leave that to me.” Parineeti said confidently.
“What will you do?” Prachi stared at her in disbelief.
“If you agree to be my boss’ bitch, you won’t have to spread your legs for Rohit, and you won’t lose your job.” Parineeti said confidently “Is that a deal?”
“Are you for real?” Prachi’s jaw dropped “You can’t do that.”
Parineeti put her hands on Prachi’s desk and leaned forward “Do you want to be Vikas Malhotra’s bitch?”
“But how can you....?”
Raising a hand like a traffic cop, Parineeti said “Do you want to be my boss’ bitch?”
Prachi looked in her eyes, then nodded.
“Say it.” Parineeti said.
“I am ready to be Vikas Malhotra’s bitch.” Prachi said, her cheeks turning pink.
“Come with me.” Parineeti said.
Prachi followed Parineeti to her boss’ cabin. Parineeti knocked and entered.
“Hi, Rohit Sir.” she said and placed some papers on his desk “These are the agreements for this month’s projects with the requirements for the models we need. Send us only hot ones this time, you know Sir will reject anyone who doesn’t measure up.”
“Thanks, Pari.” Rohit said “Sure. I will make sure.”
“You charged us for two models last month who never showed up.” Parineeti said “I have rejected the invoice and sent it back to your accounts department.”
“Oh, I am so sorry.” Rohit said “I will get it corrected. Was Vikas angry?”
“No, I didn’t tell him. I just sent it back.” Parineeti smiled “I don’t bother him with small stuff, his time is precious.”
“Sure. Sure. Thanks, Pari.” Rohit said.
“No problem.” Parineeti pulled a chair and sat down “Rohit Sir, your new secretary is very pretty.”
Rohit had noticed Prachi being in the office and he was curious why she was there but he had been waiting for Parineeti to go before asking.
“Yes, she is. I like pretty girls.” He smiled.
“So does my boss.” Parineeti said “I think he would like her in his possession.”
Rohit was too shocked to answer at first then said “Are you saying he would like to fuck my secretary?”
“Mhmmm, that’s exactly what I am saying.” Parineeti carried on just as confidently “She is very hot. He would like to fuck her and keep her as his bitch.”
On Rohit’s face shock and anger were mixed in such perfect proportions that a painter could have used his face as reference for a painting titled “Conflict”.
When he got his rage under control, he said “How dare you, Pari? You think you can just come in....she is my .....”
“She and I, we are both just fuckmeat.” Parineeti said very coolly “We belong to the most powerful men. Our legs have to open on their command. Are you trying to say that you are more powerful than Mr. Malhotra?”
Rohit had to visibly bring his rage under control before he could answer that “No, I am not saying that, but she is my secretary, my personal....”
“Don’t try to get too angry, Rohit Sir, it will be harder for you to retreat later.” Parineeti was speaking so calmly like she knew she had all the aces in the game “She is your secretary but my boss is your client. Would you piss off your client for a piece of ass?”
Even more than her proposal, her carefree, explicit language was putting Rohit on the defensive. He never expected a girl to talk like that to him.
“I....he...he can’t fuck my secretary.” Rohit said with a tone of finality.
“Dekho Sir, boss iski lenge, aur ye unki kutiya ban ke rahegi,” Parineeti said firmly “are you going to try to stop him?”
[Look, boss is going to nail her and she will become his bitch.]
Once again, the direct challenge knocked Rohit back on his heels “I....I will...he has not even seen her. Have you met Vikas?” He looked at Prachi.
“No, Sir.” Prachi spoke for the first time.
“And if he tries to...to fuck you....you will....?”
Prachi shrugged her shoulders.
Looking up from her seat, Parineeti said “Prachi, are you ready to be Mr. Malhotra’s bitch?”
Confronted with the direct question, Prachi nodded “Yes.”
Rohit’s eyes looked like they will pop out of their sockets.
“She is going to be his bitch,” Parineeti said “I just wanted to make sure that you understand so that you won’t try to nail her or try to fire her.”
“You can’t do that, Pari,” Rohit’s voice had that tone of retreat that Parineeti had warned about “she is my secretary, damn it!”
“She is a beautiful piece, and he would like her under him.” Parineeti said “When he comes here next time, he would notice her and that would seal her fate. She is smart enough to understand that. Are you smart enough to not piss off your only client?”
“Damn it, he already stole one secretary from me,” Rohit wailed “she was damn hot and I never even got to nail her.”
“Careful!” Parineeti’s voice was like a whip “You are talking about his wife.”
Rohit rocked back in his chair like she had physically hit him. He could not believe that a mere secretary could talk to him like that but he was well aware that she was very close to Vikas and pissing her off would mean facing Vikas’ wrath.
“Sorry.” He mumbled.
“Prachi, are you clear that you are going to belong to Mr. Malhotra?” Parineeti said.
“Yes, ma’am.” Prachi said.
“Rohit sir will not take any action against you and he won’t try to fuck you,” Parineeti said “you will only be Vikas Sir’s bitch.”
“Ummm....” Prachi looked at Rohit. Rohit nodded his head. Prachi said “Yes, ma’am.”
“Great.” Parineeti got up “My work here is done. Have a nice day, Sir.”
“Ma’am, Pari....” Prachi chased after Parineeti when she left Rohit’s office “oh, my god, I would never believe it in a hundred years what happened there.”
Parineeti only smiled.
“What will happen now?” Prachi said.
“Sir will come here for a meeting, I think it’s tomorrow.” Parineeti said “He will see you and he will want you under him. Obviously, you will be very cooperative.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Call me Pari.” Parineeti said “You dress is nice but don’t you have shorter ones, like just barely covering your ass, or fully backless?”
“I do, I have lots of super slutty club dresses,” Prachi said “but this is office so....”
“Dress for my boss now. Wear a super slutty one tomorrow.” Parineeti said “And higher heels. Do you wear panties? Well, not any more.”
Rohit was sitting with his head in his hands in his office while Parineeti was moulding Prachi into the perfect fucktoy for her boss in the outer office.
Chapter 6 – Vikas Acquires Pooja Hegde
The waitress had just cleared the dessert plates when Vikas sat back and said “Pooja, tell me about Ramakant Berde.”
Pooja’s face lost all colour. The food she had just eaten became water in her stomach.
“Ra....Ramakant Berde, Sir?”
Vikas nodded.
“He...he was the principal in my college, Sir.” Pooja said.
“Is that his only introduction?”
Pooja shook her head “He....when I was....it’s a long story.”
“We have time.”
“I was a scholarship student, but I was struggling in second year,” Pooja started slowly “so I started a phone sex line with two of my friends. We used to take calls in our dorm late at night. We were doing very well, but it was too well. The principal, Ramakant, found out. He called us in and told us he could expel us. Neither of us wanted to be expelled. He made us sign a confession and put it it in his office safe. He told us to continue our operations but he started taking half of the profit. For second year and third year we continued like that.”
“Then after college?” Vikas prompted.
“After college also, we had to pay him some money every month.” Pooja said “He reminded us when we were leaving college that he still had our confessions and if he let them out, we would not get a job anywhere, our personal reputation will be ruined.”
“Hmmm.”
“That’s it. That’s the whole story.” Pooja said “I still pay him from my salary. It’s not a big amount but I just live in the fear that some day that paper will come out anyway and I will be ruined.”
“Did he try to fuck any of you three?”
“No,” Pooja shook her head “he was only interested in money.”
“Is this that paper?” Vikas put two sheets of handwritten papers on the table.
Pooja recoiled like he had just put a live snake on the table.
She stared at it and breathed “Yes. How did you....?”
“I had a talk with Mr. Berde. He had retired from the college but I was able to find him in Delhi.” Vikas said.
“Oh.”
“Now that this paper is in my possession, that means you are in my possession, is that right?”
Pooja lowered her eyes “Yes, Sir.”
“Look at me, Pooja.” Vikas said “Tell me how much of you do I own now?”
“Hundred percent, Sir.” Pooja met his eyes.
Vikas picked up the papers and tore them in two, he tore them again in two “And now? How much of you do I own now?”
There were so many expressions flitting across Pooja’s face that she was not sure how to feel. Finally, two tears rolled down her cheeks and she said “Two hundred percent, Sir.”
“Good. I like two hundred more than one hundred.” He smiled.
“But....how....why?”
“Your finances were checked as part of your background check,” Vikas said “normally this sort of thing is not noticed but fortunately for you, your background check was done by Ravi who is a very smart accountant. He noticed the pattern and tried to understand why a girl called Hegde is sending regular money to a man called Berde. He definitely can’t be her father. He knew I was taking possession of you so he reported it to me and told me it smelled of blackmail. I investigated and the whole thing came out. Then I paid a visit to Mr. Berde myself.”
“How did you get the paper from him?” Pooja said “He used to keep it very safe. We even tried to steal it once from him.”
“Oh, I have my methods.” Vikas smiled “Just rest assured that Mr. Berde will never blackmail anybody any more.”
“Is he....?” Pooja’s eyes opened wide.
“No, he is alive.” Vikas laughed “But he has been cured of blackmail for ever.”
“Sir,” Pooja looked at him, her eyes moist again “I can’t tell you how much this means to me. I was so worried. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you would fire me.”
“Nonsense! You haven’t killed anyone, this is just a small thing, and sex phone lines are not even illegal, you just did it from the dorm so it became a big thing.” Vikas said.
“Even more than the crime, I was worried about my reputation, what my family would think, how my friends would judge me....”
“Forget all that.” Vikas said “Take this, tear it up, flush it down the toilet. Go.”
“Ok, but you have to come with me.”
“Why?”
“Because after I flush it, I want you to bend me over and jam your cock up my ass.”
“I just nailed your ass this morning, slut.” He smiled.
She took his wrist “And you are going to nail my ass again. You are going to nail my ass a lot. You have a problem with that?”
Vikas grinned “Not at all.”
He got up and followed her.
Chapter 7 – Pooja Thanks Her Boss
The Hilton toilets were clean and spacious. Pooja led Vikas to the ladies toilet and into the last stall. She closed the door and faced him.
“Where do you want to nail my ass, bent over or on the wall?” She said.
He pointed to the papers in her hands “First things first.”
Pooja nodded. She tore up the papers into small pieces and dropped them into the toilet. She closed the lid and ran the flush. Then she looked at Vikas.
“Ghodi ban jao.” He said.
As Pooja bent over the cistern and opened her legs, her short dress rode up over her hips. Vikas licked his lips as he saw that her pussy was soaking wet.
He put his hand under her shaved mound and rubbed slowly up and down “Why so wet, Pooja?”
Pooja looked back at him and smiled “I am your whore, Sir, but I am not just your whore for your dick. Your kindness and your sweet nature also turns me on, even more than your dick. You are a true owner who takes care of his bitches. When I am near you, I am usually wet.”
“So, I can just grab you and enter you any time I want?”
“Who is stopping you?” Pooja winked at him.
Vikas opened his pants and pulled out his cock which was hard like a stick by now. He rubbed it on her hot pussy, feeling the warmth of her juices on his cockhead when he pressed his cock on her soaking wet hole. He pushed in slowly but firmly, feeling her juices make his cock wet as it invaded her tight, slippery hole inch by inch. Pooja moaned and whimpered as his thick shaft stretched her tight pussy and penetrated deeper.
Her young, tight pussy felt amazing around his thick cock and he liked that he had to push hard to penetrate her deeper. Pooja was already turned on and lubricated so he was able to push deeper into her but it was still such a tight fit that she was moaning as his massive beast invaded pussy, taking over her body and making her heart beat faster. He started drilling her hard and deep without much of a preamble as her body turned him on. He grabbed her tits, kneading them hard so he could hear her whimpers.
It took her mere seconds to get to the point where she was begging him to fuck her harder and her pussy was ready to explode. Vikas didn’t let her explode. He pulled out despite her moans of protest.
“Please, Sir,” she looked back him with beseeching eyes “please, fuck me, na. Please I need your cock in me.”
He patted her ass “Gaand kholo, Pooja.”
She whimpered as she took her hands off the water tank. Staying bent over low, she grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them open, already trembling with anticipation of what he was going to do to her now. She had a smooth, caramel coloured skin and her puckered ass hole was the colour of chocolate and very tight. She pulled her hole open with both hands. Vikas grabbed her hips and pushed his cock into her tight ass, stretching her puckered ass hole wide until it was unpuckered around his thick, meaty shaft.
Her ass was very tight and he could not have entered her without that hard, rough thrust. Pooja’s body was flooded with the hot pain and she yelped as his cockhead popped into her ass. He rolled his hips and already Pooja felt him fuck in her rectum. She had only been his possession for a few days but she was already madly in love with him and his cock. She was not lying when she said he could fuck her any time. She would never stop him from jamming his cock in her no matter where they were.
Vikas pushed in harder and Pooja yelped again. As her body was rocked forward with his thrust, she had to grab the cistern again. She had to hold on tight as Vikas started drilling her ass in and out right away. His hot, thick shaft was invading her ass already past her rectum and Pooja was screaming his name using dirty words to spur him on.
“God, Vikas! Chodo aise hi! Meri gaand mein daal do poora andar tak.” She screamed “Meri gaand maaro. Baby, you are my owner now. Jab maaroge main marwaoungi. Kabhi bhi, kahin bhi. Daal to poora. Ragdo mujhe. Ah, Vikas, haan! Haan, aise hi! Oh, baby!”
[Fuck me like that. Jam it up my ass all the way. Fuck my ass. I will take your cock up my ass whenever, wherever you want to fuck my ass. Jam it fully in me. Pound me. Just like that.]
Her pussy exploded the moment his cockhead entered her anal canal. The lid of the cistern shook as her whole body trembled in the throes of a hot, violent orgasm. She pumped her hot cum on the floor and cried out like she was in pain. His cock was invading deeper in her anal canal but she was well-lubricated already and his incredibly deep fucking was giving her immense pleasure.
She was able to open her eyes when the orgasm slowed down. She looked back at him and smiled “You know you have bought me now? I will do anything for you. I am not your employee, I am your possession. I am an object that you own.”
“Does that mean you won’t take salary now?” He smiled and kneaded her tits hard.
“Mmmm,” She moaned and smiled “I am ok with that if you put me on a leash and keep me as your pet bitch in your home.”
“Don’t give me ideas.” He grinned and continued to drill her ass, going gradually deeper, watching his cock take her breath away with those invasive strokes.
“I can feel your dick flex in my ass when I say such things,” Pooja said “you like me being a dirty whore, don’t you?”
He nodded “I like what an innocent angelic face you have. When an angel talks like a street whore it brings out the beast in me.”
“And I love that beast, I live to be ripped apart by that beast.” Pooja was talking but her voice was becoming strained and nasal as her body got hotter with his powerful fucking.
Within seconds, she was screaming again and then her pussy erupted like a hot geyser, pumping her cunt juices out, the hard orgasm making her whole body shake. He continued fucking her ass, enjoying the tight grip of her anal canal around his cock like a sheath. He pushed in harder to penetrate her and loved how tight she was but how her body spread open in front of his force. That feeling of breaking her and moulding her around his cock was exquisite. He was feeling hot and the hotter he felt the harder he pounded her ass.
Pooja was trying to catch her breath but her body was still helplessly hot after the orgasm. The way he was destroying her ass it felt like he was going to come out in her throat. His ruthless pounding was taking her breath away, his hands were crushing her tits and his breath was hot on her neck. Pooja’s orgasm spiked again before it could subside fully. She yelped and came, surrendering her whole body in his control. She was his possession and his cock stirring her bowels was the proof of how completely he owned her.
As her ass clutched his cock in the grip of a really hot, savage orgasm, Vikas's cock exploded in her ass. She cried out again as she felt his hot cum flooding her bowels. He used her tits as handles and continued to demolish her ass with his monster cock, not caring that she could not breathe or that her delicate body could break apart from such rough, sustained pounding.
“God, oh, god!” Pooja panted “What a beast you are! If girls knew what a monster you are, they would line up with their legs open.”
Vikas chuckled “I would not get any work done.”
“You are doing better work here.” She smiled and pushed back against him as he was still fucking her ass with slow in and out strokes “Once a girl takes your dick, she becomes yours. Every time I am with you, you make me feel totally justified in being obsessed with you.”
“Justified or not, I am glad that you came when I called.” He said “It’s a delight to break you and mark you every time.”
“Mmmm, so happy to hear that.” Pooja smiled “Now, may I have my whore food, please, Sir?”
He nodded and pulled his cock slowly out of her ass. Pooja sat down on the toilet and took his cock in her mouth. She smiled up into his eyes as she started sucking his cock, eating his cum from his meaty beast, letting him see how much she loved his cum. He caressed her cheek, his finger moving lightly on her soft skin.
Chapter 8 – Meet Rakul Preet
Rakul Preet was a pretty girl. Very pretty. Many even called her stunning. But she knew she was beautiful, ever since she was a little girl. And that was her undoing.
She grew up in Delhi and all through school and college she got so much male attention that by the time she graduated she was an expert in subjects like fashion, beauty and boys. Fortunately, for her, her parents were very strict and did not let her party as much as she wanted. She was also very intelligent and had a quick brain. The result of these combined factors was that she always did well in studies and graduated near the top of her class.
One thing that was common in her school, college and personal life was that everyone told her how pretty she was. Guys were always chasing her for dates. She heard there was a Shagtastic club that guys in her college maintained. They discussed the merits of the girls in their college and ranked them in order of how fuckable they were. Rakul was in the top 3 for the three years that she was there. She enjoyed knowing this fact even though she openly called the Shagtastic club “a bunch of losers” whenever it was mentioned.
The problem with knowing how pretty you are is that it colours your experience of life. Rakul was hot and every guy on campus, and most teachers, wanted to do her. But she was convinced that none of them were worthy of her. The outcome of that was that she lost her virginity when she was 21 and got too drunk at the farewell party of her college.
Rakul loved sex but quickly found out that there is such a thing as good sex and bad sex. After college, she started to date more frequently but didn’t let most guys in between her legs. She let them take her out and treat her like a princess but all they got for their troubles was a kiss on the cheek. Unless the guy happened to be a jerk in which case he got nothing.
The trend didn’t change and Rakul kept getting compliments and praise for her beauty. More than one person commented that she belonged in the show business. One friend of a friend even offered her a small part in a local ad. Considering how bored she was working as a translator for a small firm, it didn’t take much of a leap for her to decide to go to Bombay. She turned down the local ad and set her sights for much bigger projects.
She quit her job and moved to Bombay. Here she found how important beauty is in show business. Like most girls who think that being pretty will simply land them a lucrative career in Bollywood, Rakul also found that being pretty is just the basic coin that will make someone notice you and listen to you for a minute. It would not get you anything more. If you were pretty and willing to sleep with people who could help you, you got more than a minute’s worth of attention. It still didn’t translate into a career in show business, but you got to meet people.
Having only her savings to support herself, Rakul tried to find a job. She found one in sales that paid very little but allowed her to keep flexible hours to go for auditions. Then she found that her money was running out so she found a better job that paid well but she didn’t get any time to pursue her ambition for film or modelling work.
For the next two years, Rakul did a yo-yo between these two modes of existence – find a low-paying job with flexible hours, find a better-paying job with no time for auditions. Neither mode resulted in her finding her fame and fortune in show business.
She found out early enough that she needed a really good portfolio even to start going around to the various modelling agencies and ad agencies to look for work. Even a decent photo portfolio with a photographer that didn’t suck cost about 25000Rs. Since Rakul’s saving could not survive a hit like that, she slept with the photographer.
The photographer introduced her to the owner of an ad agency. Rakul slept with him too. She met a casting agent who said he could help her get her career started if she was willing to “cooperate”. Rakul was willing.
While Rakul hated sleeping with all three guys, she consoled herself that her body was her currency and if she could use it to get what she wanted then it was worth it. The owner of the ad agency got her cast for a half page print ad for a household product and told her not to call her again. The other two did not even pretend to help her.
Still, the print ad allowed her to pay the rent for 3 months in the rooming house where she was sharing with 3 other girls. All three of her roommates had come to Bombay with the same intention, but two of them had already given up and joined jobs as receptionist or secretary. Both were sleeping with their bosses. It was part of the job, they said.
Rakul continued going to the auditions and cold calling at the agencies. Living in this world she was beginning to get an insight not just into show business but into the whole office culture itself. She found that she could tell which secretary or receptionist was spreading for her boss. All of them.
It was hard to see what their motivation was beyond a need to keep their jobs, but being young herself Rakul could understand that it did bring the girls more perks and more fun in their otherwise boring lives. More often than not the bosses were married which meant the secretaries were just some tasty dish on the side and the boss didn’t get all possessive or needy.
On the other hand, a girl in modelling, had to sleep with many men, starting from the photographer, casting agents to company owners and even clients. This just got her foot in the door and there never was a guarantee of getting work as Rakul knew only too well.
Her third roommate gave up the search for a modelling job and found a secretary position when she found she didn’t have money to pay rent for the second consecutive month. On the first weekend of starting her new job, she became her boss’ mistress. The new boss had called her over to his place on Saturday for some “important work.” She knew what was expected and given into it willingly.
According to her, she had slept with dozens of men while looking for modelling work with nothing to show for it. At least here she had to sleep with only one and her job was guaranteed. Rakul just shook her head.
But as she went from agency to agency, Rakul started to wonder if she was being stupid. The days when she thought being pretty made her special were gone. Waiting in cramped small rooms with 50 other pretty girls had put her in her place very early in her search. Her vanity had taken a massive hit and she had developed serious doubts about her continued search for fame and fortune.
When she submitted her CV to the receptionist at an ad agency and was told that the HR manager would see her, she saw that as a good sign. She took an internal inventory and tried to decide if she was willing to sleep with the HR manager. Her decision was that she would sleep with him if he would promise to give her work, good work.
The HR manager turned out to be a woman called Rani Mukherji who was pretty enough to be a model herself except that she was a bit on the short side. Rakul could not decide if she were sleeping with her boss or not but she decided that she probably was. You don’t wear thin silk saree and deep-cut backless blouse to the office unless you want your boss to notice you.
Rani had interviewed her and offered her a job on the spot. Rakul was elated until she found that the job was for a secretary position. Rani told her they were not looking for models but if Rakul was interested, Rani could offer her the job there and then. Rakul had asked for time to think about it.
It was only because of her current bank balance that she had not said no on the spot. Currently she was not working and where the next month’s rent would come from was a constant question on her mind.
That night she had asked the advice of her two roommates. One of the three had moved out to her own apartment. Her roommates had advised her to take the job. They told her it was a certainty she would have to sleep with the boss but that they assured was not nearly as bad as sleeping with a new casting agent every day.
Clearly, this was the moment of truth. If she accepted the job it would mean giving up on ever having a modelling career. She had taken and left the jobs in the past but this time it was different. The salary was good enough that she would be able to afford her own little apartment. Something cheap but her own. Once she started this she would not be able to give it up and go back on the road again.
Her decision was made the moment she realised how much she hated being on the road, having no worth, walking into offices where they looked at her like a piece of meat. The thought of having her own little corner in the world was very attractive to her.
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