02-01-2019, 03:29 PM
Mr. Anand Mohan Rao
He returned from the shower and had was about to put on his shirt when Kajol came back with two mugs of coffee. She gave him a smile as he took one and sat down on the bed, the damp towel still around him. Coming up to him she gave him a full kiss on his dark lips.
“Here is your phone” she said, handing it across. As he thumbed back the screen to check the missed call, he saw her sitting down on the floor - right between his legs. She had separated his calves and muzzled in inside. He smiled knowing what was to follow. In time, the flaps of the towel had been set aside. He returned his gaze to the missed call. It was some unknown number starting with a +65…
“Ouchhh”, he jerked back as something hot touched his penis tip. He looked below. Kajol was smiling, her eyes shining and wide. She took another gulp of her coffee and lowered her head to his cock…
A world of heavenly warmth engulfed him as Kajol took him wholly inside her mouth. The exquisite pleasure radiated out from his center. ‘What a wanton slut’, he said to himself as he threw his mobile aside and took hold of the back of her head. To his pleasant surprise, he found his cock rising again. ‘And to think that I had just pumped into her half an hour back’, he wondered while starting to pull her head in and out … ‘Talented whore – just what I need to breed’, he thought again as Kajol had started to fellate him again …]
An hour later, in the backseat of the company car, he remembered the missed call and then recollected that it had been a call from Singapore as the ISD code suggested. Immediately, he called back. It was Ramesh at the other end.
“Sir, sir”, he sounded panicky.
“Yes Ramesh, tell …”
“Sir, I don’t think”, there was a pause, “I don’t think we are getting JHC.” He thought he heard Ramesh sniffle.
“Calm down boy. Just tell me what has happened.”
During the rest of the ride back to the office, he heard out Ramesh bemoaning how things had gone wrong. He heard the despair in his voice. After all it was his first independent assignment for a foreign client. Ramesh was informing him about returning tomorrow.
“Listen, you stay put there”, he switched the mobile to the other ear, “I will join you there tomorrow. I believe there might be some communication gap involved. I had seen the proposal and it was quite sound. So no need to give up at this stage. Just relax and let me handle things.” He had clicked shut.
The moment he reached his cabin, he had the JHC team assembled before him. There were the two youngsters, still green behind their ears, who were distinctly feeling uneasy. They knew that something had gone wrong.
“ Get me all the papers and executive summaries of the case”, he had barked at them and they had fled out. That left Preeti, the HR girl, the one who never seemed to lose her cool, never to bow before him as he had observed over the last several months since she had joined. It was time to put an end to all that, he thought, of showing her who was the boss.
“You, you were the one preparing all the presentations, I suppose?”
“Yes, sir” , she answered calmly.
“Then you accompany me tomorrow to Singapore. This deal is too big to let go.”
Preeti’s eyes had shot up, which he noticed quickly.
“Any problem?” he asked her casually, “Could mean a potential rise for you.”
“No sir”, she added hastily not knowing what to say. “But it is so sudden. Perhaps madam could accompany …”, she blurted referring to the HR head.
“No”, he answered emphatically. “You are the one who had prepared the presentation and you will deliver it there, with me and Ramesh besides you. So call up the Singapore PRO for hotel accommodation etc. and revise your presentations thoroughly before we reach there tomorrow. Now get going.”
She nodded dumbly and got out.
* * *
Ramesh had finished his reporting to Mr. Rao and though the load was off his chest, he still felt miserable.
‘To hell with it’, he called out as he reached for the intercom to order a bottle of scotch.
Halfway through his second peg, as the bee was starting to sing inside his head, his phone had rang. It was Preeti.
“Ramesh! Mr. Rao is coming tomorrow and would be reaching there in the evening. I am also coming along.”
He came off the ‘nasha’ instantly. “What? What did you just say?”, he asked.
Preeti’s voice sounded heavy. “ Both Mr. Rao and myself are coming over there tomorrow. Would be staying at your hotel also, the PR man has confirmed. So do you need anything … something I should bring from here?”
“No no no”, he added hastily, still in shock. “Just get here and we will all talk.”
“Hope this thing works out”, Preeti’s voice didn’t sound convincing at all.
“Don’t worry, Preeti. After all, sir would be here.”
“Ok then, see you tomorrow. I have got lots of things to do here …”
“Bye bye. See you tomorrow. Don’t you worry at all.”
Later he had felt a joy, he couldn’t understand why. His heart was pounding again.
“Oh drat!” He had suddenly remembered something.
He called up the front desk.
“Two of my colleagues, one Mr. Rao and another Miss Preeti Jain would be joining me tomorrow at this hotel. Is it possible to accommodate all three of us in the same floor?”
After some time a manager had called in. “Sorry sir! Mr. Rao is booked for the executive suite and that is available only on the fifth floor. As for Ms. Jain, the room adjacent to yours is available. Shall I book for her there?”
“Please do and thanks”, he hung up.
He threw up the pillow to the ceiling and took another swipe directly from the bottle.
“This call for a celebration. After all, Christmas has arrived early.”
He returned from the shower and had was about to put on his shirt when Kajol came back with two mugs of coffee. She gave him a smile as he took one and sat down on the bed, the damp towel still around him. Coming up to him she gave him a full kiss on his dark lips.
“Here is your phone” she said, handing it across. As he thumbed back the screen to check the missed call, he saw her sitting down on the floor - right between his legs. She had separated his calves and muzzled in inside. He smiled knowing what was to follow. In time, the flaps of the towel had been set aside. He returned his gaze to the missed call. It was some unknown number starting with a +65…
“Ouchhh”, he jerked back as something hot touched his penis tip. He looked below. Kajol was smiling, her eyes shining and wide. She took another gulp of her coffee and lowered her head to his cock…
A world of heavenly warmth engulfed him as Kajol took him wholly inside her mouth. The exquisite pleasure radiated out from his center. ‘What a wanton slut’, he said to himself as he threw his mobile aside and took hold of the back of her head. To his pleasant surprise, he found his cock rising again. ‘And to think that I had just pumped into her half an hour back’, he wondered while starting to pull her head in and out … ‘Talented whore – just what I need to breed’, he thought again as Kajol had started to fellate him again …]
An hour later, in the backseat of the company car, he remembered the missed call and then recollected that it had been a call from Singapore as the ISD code suggested. Immediately, he called back. It was Ramesh at the other end.
“Sir, sir”, he sounded panicky.
“Yes Ramesh, tell …”
“Sir, I don’t think”, there was a pause, “I don’t think we are getting JHC.” He thought he heard Ramesh sniffle.
“Calm down boy. Just tell me what has happened.”
During the rest of the ride back to the office, he heard out Ramesh bemoaning how things had gone wrong. He heard the despair in his voice. After all it was his first independent assignment for a foreign client. Ramesh was informing him about returning tomorrow.
“Listen, you stay put there”, he switched the mobile to the other ear, “I will join you there tomorrow. I believe there might be some communication gap involved. I had seen the proposal and it was quite sound. So no need to give up at this stage. Just relax and let me handle things.” He had clicked shut.
The moment he reached his cabin, he had the JHC team assembled before him. There were the two youngsters, still green behind their ears, who were distinctly feeling uneasy. They knew that something had gone wrong.
“ Get me all the papers and executive summaries of the case”, he had barked at them and they had fled out. That left Preeti, the HR girl, the one who never seemed to lose her cool, never to bow before him as he had observed over the last several months since she had joined. It was time to put an end to all that, he thought, of showing her who was the boss.
“You, you were the one preparing all the presentations, I suppose?”
“Yes, sir” , she answered calmly.
“Then you accompany me tomorrow to Singapore. This deal is too big to let go.”
Preeti’s eyes had shot up, which he noticed quickly.
“Any problem?” he asked her casually, “Could mean a potential rise for you.”
“No sir”, she added hastily not knowing what to say. “But it is so sudden. Perhaps madam could accompany …”, she blurted referring to the HR head.
“No”, he answered emphatically. “You are the one who had prepared the presentation and you will deliver it there, with me and Ramesh besides you. So call up the Singapore PRO for hotel accommodation etc. and revise your presentations thoroughly before we reach there tomorrow. Now get going.”
She nodded dumbly and got out.
* * *
Ramesh had finished his reporting to Mr. Rao and though the load was off his chest, he still felt miserable.
‘To hell with it’, he called out as he reached for the intercom to order a bottle of scotch.
Halfway through his second peg, as the bee was starting to sing inside his head, his phone had rang. It was Preeti.
“Ramesh! Mr. Rao is coming tomorrow and would be reaching there in the evening. I am also coming along.”
He came off the ‘nasha’ instantly. “What? What did you just say?”, he asked.
Preeti’s voice sounded heavy. “ Both Mr. Rao and myself are coming over there tomorrow. Would be staying at your hotel also, the PR man has confirmed. So do you need anything … something I should bring from here?”
“No no no”, he added hastily, still in shock. “Just get here and we will all talk.”
“Hope this thing works out”, Preeti’s voice didn’t sound convincing at all.
“Don’t worry, Preeti. After all, sir would be here.”
“Ok then, see you tomorrow. I have got lots of things to do here …”
“Bye bye. See you tomorrow. Don’t you worry at all.”
Later he had felt a joy, he couldn’t understand why. His heart was pounding again.
“Oh drat!” He had suddenly remembered something.
He called up the front desk.
“Two of my colleagues, one Mr. Rao and another Miss Preeti Jain would be joining me tomorrow at this hotel. Is it possible to accommodate all three of us in the same floor?”
After some time a manager had called in. “Sorry sir! Mr. Rao is booked for the executive suite and that is available only on the fifth floor. As for Ms. Jain, the room adjacent to yours is available. Shall I book for her there?”
“Please do and thanks”, he hung up.
He threw up the pillow to the ceiling and took another swipe directly from the bottle.
“This call for a celebration. After all, Christmas has arrived early.”
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