Fantasy Actress Roleplays

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By the way, Surabhi, he continued, I would need a special assistant to help me with my work. I had spoken to the HR Director, and she gave me the go-ahead to select you, as you are a fresher. My heart leaped, it would be a fantastic opportunity to prove my worth to my boss.



I was to work at the desk directly opposite his cabin. My work consisted largely of managing his calendar and meetings, keep files on existing and prospective clients, and I was also made to take notes during internal review meetings and prepare typed minutes for his reading. I was also to fix arrangements for his dinners with clients. These also included making stay arrangements for overseas guests at five-star hotels.

In the beginning, he was very cooperative. He gave me his personal mobile number and used to message me frequently with jokes and funny stuff.

On occasion, he would ask me to accompany him to dinner with clients. He introduced me to many new items of food from all over the world. He invited me to join him for a drink. I was unsure of my reply. I have never touched it before, I declined in a blurt. I was lying of course, because we used to party hard during college days, and beer, wine, and the occasional vodka were known well to me.



I will order a light cocktail for you, there is always a first time, he spoke with a smile. Ok, Sir, I replied with as much a straight face as I could. I was sure that he knew more about me than I knew about him, the way his eyes were on me. Ok, Ram, he whispered into my ear. I swear I felt his tongue, in my ear. I was stunned and started to blush. He smartly turned his attentions to the guests and started conversing with them about the upcoming contract renewal and details about it.

Ram used to drive a posh Mercedes, with tinted glasses. No one could see anything from outside. He would take me along to the meetings and dinners in his car. Quite a few times, while changing gears, he would let a hand slide over my thighs. I used to feel very different when he did that, there would be a flush of warmth over my body, and it was a nice feeling. At the same time, my natural shyness used to overtake me.



Sometimes my panties would get wet, and the scent of pussy juices would waft over. I could not protest his seemingly innocent actions. As the days passed, we got closer and topics of personal nature entered our conversations. I was quite pleased with his attention, and I could make out the jealous glances of my female office mates.

We would converse on general topics initially. I was the chatterbox, told him of my mofussil background. One day, when I had run out of anything to talk about, I picked up the courage to ask about his family.

Curious busybody, aren't you, dear Surabi, he replied with a smile. We had just reached the destination, and the topic died there. I got my answer soon enough.



A few days later, on another commute, while waiting at a red light, he placed his hand on my right thigh and squeezing it gently, softly said, I have been divorced for 10 years now.

The jokes and cartoons, that he sent earlier, slowly turned to become more of an adult nature differing from the general variety that he had been sending earlier.

One late evening, when our floor was empty but for us two, he called me to his cabin., wanting to show me something on his computer screen. As I leaned over, he touched my boobs and tried to kiss me.

I was overcome with shame and ran out of his cabin. Picking up my handbag, I dashed out of the office quickly and went home. I collapsed on the bed, my heart pounding and confusion reigning in my mind. One half was telling me that I did right because he was a married guy, mild flirting was tolerable, but not beyond that. The other half told me that I blew a good chance to improve my career.



For the next few days, I stopped entering his cabin. He started to get irritated with my work and point out silly mistakes in my spreadsheets, which he used to correct himself earlier. One day he threw a file on my face! I was in quite a fearful state, and more so, because he was a well-respected person and no one would believe my story.