21-04-2019, 01:01 PM
DIARY OF A LOSER
PART5
To celebrate winning the deal with Sharma Products, Ravi informed us that he was inviting all employees of FutureMedia to a party at his house. Because there had been too many restrictions the year before on our company party, it had been decided to have it at a private house, that way it wasn't technically anything to do with the firm. It was up to each employee to decide if they wanted to bring their partner. Even though we had been married for a few years, Monisha had never before been to any of our company party or socialized with any of my coworkers. I decided to bring her along to meet my friends and colleagues.
On Tuesday evening, I arrived at Ravi's apartment, drove and parked my car.
With Monisha by my side, we walked up the steps and approached the door just as Ravi was coming out. He greeted me with a big smile, "Hey Rajiv, glad you could make it,"
"Hi Ravi!" I said, steeping forward to introduce him to my wife. "This is Monisha; I believe you’ve met before."
"Glad to see you again," Ravi said as he took her hand and politely shook it.
"Oh, thank you," Monisha answered.
"Monisha, we'll have to talk later," Ravi said, leading us inside. "I'd like to get to know you better."
I did not appreciate his choice of words, but Monisha didn't seem to notice it.
"Looking forward to it," she accepted graciously.
“Since I have a few minutes to spare, let me show you around,” Ravi said when we were inside.
Even from the doorway, I became aware of a subtle, exotic fragrance that permeated the entire condo. I had heard of the term ‘a captivating fragrance’ well that was exactly what this was. It was a pleasant scent throughout the condo and it grew even more obvious as we entered his house.
We strolled around stopping at various items as Ravi gave us interesting anecdotes about how he acquired some of the more unusual things. He had a way of telling enough to keep the listener very interested and yet holding back enough to peak one’s curiosity. Many of his decorative items were foreign things found on his trips abroad. It was obvious that Ravi was a man of wealth. His decorations, art work, and collectables exuded money.
It was on three levels with long halls and a good many rooms on each level. The third level was dominated by a large bar area. It looked like a very high end sports bar, complete with a high definition wide panel television over the bar. What an attractive interesting room, I thought to myself. Ravi indicated that his work required a good bit of entertainment so the bar area was used a good bit.
When Monisha and I took our leave from him, I couldn’t help realizing that previously I had been impressed with his business approach, now I was equally fascinated with the man and his lifestyle.
Monisha and I then walked over to the bar to pour ourselves a fruit drink. I greeted several of my coworkers along the way; remembering to introduce Monisha each time. We finished our drink and then made our way through the crowd of people. The party was pretty tame as these things go. There were some two hundred people in attendance counting employees, spouses and significant others. We had drinks and appetizers and then dinner. After dinner, there were more music and dancing. We were all having a good time in spite of the low key party going on around us.
Later, in the middle of the evening, I had gone to the men's room and when I returned I found Ravi talking to Monisha. I got pissed off when I saw that. I knew that I could trust Monisha but I didn't like the idea that Ravi might hit on my wife. It showed a lack of respect for me.
I didn't say anything as I was not sure I could tell my boss to stay away from my wife but and make a scene. After all, nothing had really happened. They were just talking. I thought that night when we got home I was going to have a talk with Monisha about Ravi. I had never told her about Ravi or his attraction to women. The problem was that I could not think of any way to bring that up in conversation without making it sound like I didn't trust Monisha. I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there and go home.
I tried to appear normal I did a good job of pretending to be tired and suggested we take our leave. I felt a shiver watching Monisha as she bent over and gave Ravi a goodnight kiss, and, strangely enough my cock began to grow.
The situation took a different turn the following day when I sat down with my wife at breakfast. "Ravi sure was a lot different than what I expected," Monisha commented from across the table. "I mean at the party, he just seemed a lot nicer than what you made him out to be."
"Ravi?"
"Yes. Ravi Sohay."
"Since when are you on a first name basis with my boss?" I asked teasingly.
"We are on pretty informal terms," she responded, jokingly.
I was a bit irate about her discussing our personal matters with Ravi. "He just seemed nice at the party," I spoke between mouthfuls of biscuits. "I promise you would feel a lot different if you had to work for him."
"Maybe," she agreed with a smile.
"I just think you would have a different opinion of the guy if you really did have to work for him."
"But since you are the one working for him, we'll never know how he would behave with me if I was working with him."
An erotic thought formed in my own mind. I thought of Monisha working for Ravi, and then wondered if he would ask for any sexual favor if he was her boss. But I shook the thought away and decided to pull Ravi down a notch.
"All in all, he hardly brings anything new to the company.”
"The women seemed quite fond of him, you know," she shrugged her shoulders.
I couldn't believe she was still talking about him! I wish she would drop the subject. I didn't know what to say and shifted my attention to the breakfast. It didn't take Monisha long to notice something was wrong.
"What's the matter, Rajiv?" Monisha asked.
"Something is bothering me but I am afraid that it will come out wrong and I don't want to upset you."
Monisha suddenly looked tense. "What's wrong, Rajiv?"
"I guess I'll just say what's on my mind and we can discuss it until I can clear up any misconceptions. It's about Ravi."
The expression on Monisha's face changed.
"What about Ravi?" she asked.
"I don't know if you know this about him but he has a reputation as a ladies' man."
Monisha laughed. "I know. I've heard all the stories about him at the party.”
"Monisha. This is not funny to me," I said.
"You can't possibly think I have any interest in Ravi," Monisha said with a tinge of anger in her voice.
"No. I am not worried about you. I trust you."
"So what you are saying is that you don't want me to talk to Ravi anymore, is that it?" Monisha asked.
"If you wouldn't mind," I said.
"Well, I would mind. I think he's charming and I enjoyed talking to him. I don't understand what you are worried about. I don't like it when you act this way."
I wasn't happy with her response but I didn't push it any farther. She hadn't done anything wrong and my reaction was probably out of line.
I was worried that Monisha was really pissed at me but when I tried to discuss it further with her, she cut me off. "I will let you know if he does anything that starts bothering me," she said.
The way she said it let me know that the conversation was over. I was a little upset with her unwillingness to even discuss further but I let it go.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
PART5
To celebrate winning the deal with Sharma Products, Ravi informed us that he was inviting all employees of FutureMedia to a party at his house. Because there had been too many restrictions the year before on our company party, it had been decided to have it at a private house, that way it wasn't technically anything to do with the firm. It was up to each employee to decide if they wanted to bring their partner. Even though we had been married for a few years, Monisha had never before been to any of our company party or socialized with any of my coworkers. I decided to bring her along to meet my friends and colleagues.
On Tuesday evening, I arrived at Ravi's apartment, drove and parked my car.
With Monisha by my side, we walked up the steps and approached the door just as Ravi was coming out. He greeted me with a big smile, "Hey Rajiv, glad you could make it,"
"Hi Ravi!" I said, steeping forward to introduce him to my wife. "This is Monisha; I believe you’ve met before."
"Glad to see you again," Ravi said as he took her hand and politely shook it.
"Oh, thank you," Monisha answered.
"Monisha, we'll have to talk later," Ravi said, leading us inside. "I'd like to get to know you better."
I did not appreciate his choice of words, but Monisha didn't seem to notice it.
"Looking forward to it," she accepted graciously.
“Since I have a few minutes to spare, let me show you around,” Ravi said when we were inside.
Even from the doorway, I became aware of a subtle, exotic fragrance that permeated the entire condo. I had heard of the term ‘a captivating fragrance’ well that was exactly what this was. It was a pleasant scent throughout the condo and it grew even more obvious as we entered his house.
We strolled around stopping at various items as Ravi gave us interesting anecdotes about how he acquired some of the more unusual things. He had a way of telling enough to keep the listener very interested and yet holding back enough to peak one’s curiosity. Many of his decorative items were foreign things found on his trips abroad. It was obvious that Ravi was a man of wealth. His decorations, art work, and collectables exuded money.
It was on three levels with long halls and a good many rooms on each level. The third level was dominated by a large bar area. It looked like a very high end sports bar, complete with a high definition wide panel television over the bar. What an attractive interesting room, I thought to myself. Ravi indicated that his work required a good bit of entertainment so the bar area was used a good bit.
When Monisha and I took our leave from him, I couldn’t help realizing that previously I had been impressed with his business approach, now I was equally fascinated with the man and his lifestyle.
Monisha and I then walked over to the bar to pour ourselves a fruit drink. I greeted several of my coworkers along the way; remembering to introduce Monisha each time. We finished our drink and then made our way through the crowd of people. The party was pretty tame as these things go. There were some two hundred people in attendance counting employees, spouses and significant others. We had drinks and appetizers and then dinner. After dinner, there were more music and dancing. We were all having a good time in spite of the low key party going on around us.
Later, in the middle of the evening, I had gone to the men's room and when I returned I found Ravi talking to Monisha. I got pissed off when I saw that. I knew that I could trust Monisha but I didn't like the idea that Ravi might hit on my wife. It showed a lack of respect for me.
I didn't say anything as I was not sure I could tell my boss to stay away from my wife but and make a scene. After all, nothing had really happened. They were just talking. I thought that night when we got home I was going to have a talk with Monisha about Ravi. I had never told her about Ravi or his attraction to women. The problem was that I could not think of any way to bring that up in conversation without making it sound like I didn't trust Monisha. I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there and go home.
I tried to appear normal I did a good job of pretending to be tired and suggested we take our leave. I felt a shiver watching Monisha as she bent over and gave Ravi a goodnight kiss, and, strangely enough my cock began to grow.
The situation took a different turn the following day when I sat down with my wife at breakfast. "Ravi sure was a lot different than what I expected," Monisha commented from across the table. "I mean at the party, he just seemed a lot nicer than what you made him out to be."
"Ravi?"
"Yes. Ravi Sohay."
"Since when are you on a first name basis with my boss?" I asked teasingly.
"We are on pretty informal terms," she responded, jokingly.
I was a bit irate about her discussing our personal matters with Ravi. "He just seemed nice at the party," I spoke between mouthfuls of biscuits. "I promise you would feel a lot different if you had to work for him."
"Maybe," she agreed with a smile.
"I just think you would have a different opinion of the guy if you really did have to work for him."
"But since you are the one working for him, we'll never know how he would behave with me if I was working with him."
An erotic thought formed in my own mind. I thought of Monisha working for Ravi, and then wondered if he would ask for any sexual favor if he was her boss. But I shook the thought away and decided to pull Ravi down a notch.
"All in all, he hardly brings anything new to the company.”
"The women seemed quite fond of him, you know," she shrugged her shoulders.
I couldn't believe she was still talking about him! I wish she would drop the subject. I didn't know what to say and shifted my attention to the breakfast. It didn't take Monisha long to notice something was wrong.
"What's the matter, Rajiv?" Monisha asked.
"Something is bothering me but I am afraid that it will come out wrong and I don't want to upset you."
Monisha suddenly looked tense. "What's wrong, Rajiv?"
"I guess I'll just say what's on my mind and we can discuss it until I can clear up any misconceptions. It's about Ravi."
The expression on Monisha's face changed.
"What about Ravi?" she asked.
"I don't know if you know this about him but he has a reputation as a ladies' man."
Monisha laughed. "I know. I've heard all the stories about him at the party.”
"Monisha. This is not funny to me," I said.
"You can't possibly think I have any interest in Ravi," Monisha said with a tinge of anger in her voice.
"No. I am not worried about you. I trust you."
"So what you are saying is that you don't want me to talk to Ravi anymore, is that it?" Monisha asked.
"If you wouldn't mind," I said.
"Well, I would mind. I think he's charming and I enjoyed talking to him. I don't understand what you are worried about. I don't like it when you act this way."
I wasn't happy with her response but I didn't push it any farther. She hadn't done anything wrong and my reaction was probably out of line.
I was worried that Monisha was really pissed at me but when I tried to discuss it further with her, she cut me off. "I will let you know if he does anything that starts bothering me," she said.
The way she said it let me know that the conversation was over. I was a little upset with her unwillingness to even discuss further but I let it go.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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