Misc. Erotica Young Journalist & The Handsome Politician

[manigopal]

 
It had been a couple of months since I had started working at the office. I had made some new friends and had almost settled down. As a rookie I wasn't getting the meatiest of the assignments and my days were spent with some senior journalist and other senior members in the office, trying to get a hold of real journalism.
 
I realised that the office was a kingdom and every senior journalist was a feudal lord in himself. They had spent years toiling and working on the field to get where they were and they wouldn't let go an inch of their territory which I was trying to grab. I too wanted to make a mark but in all the editorial meetings we had each day, I was assigned menial jobs. Though I enjoyed working, but I was getting restless for a break.
 
One day I got a call from Uday's secretary asking me to come to his residence. He told me the time and the address and asked me to be there on time. Her tone was very formal like any other secretary. I was kind of excited to meet Uday not just because I was attracted to him but perhaps one more meeting would throw me an opportunity worth grabbing.
 
I made up an excuse to my boss to sneak out of office which she fell for. I rushed to the ladies room where I freshened up. I looked around to check if no one was around and unbuttoned my shirt. I adjusted my bra clasped tits to perk them up before buttoning up. I applied mascara on my eyes and a dark red lip stick. I combed my hair and tied them with a clutch. I intended to let my hair loose in front of Uday but for now, I had to look professional.
 
I caught a cab a few blocks away from my office and told the driver the address. The whole way to Uday's house, I kept thinking of our meeting at the hotel. I recalled how openly I had flirted with him and how he had welcomed my every move. But last time there was no one around and this time I was going to his house. His wife, his staff, everyone would be there to see so I couldn't use the open flirting trick but I had to try something subtle yet effective.
 
I reached the address and got off the cab. I told the security guard at the gate of my appointment and I was let in after a thorough check. The house was a good 100 meteres from the gate and the path was surrounded by greenery. Tall trees cast a cool shadow on the path and I could hear the birds chirping from the trees. Neatly trimmed shrubs decorated the banks of the path on both sides of the path, there were vast lawns of fresh green grass. This sprawling estate stood right in in the middle of the biggest city in India. Outside the gate, the sounds of the city filled the air but inside it was a different world in itself.
 
The house itself was huge. Built in a fusion of colonial and traditional Indian architecural design, it stood majestically in the middle of the estate. I could make out that the back yard of the house was far larger and more beautiful than the front yard. There were several cars lined up near the house with a few people standing near them. I could see a few cops near the house standing in attention with their rifles at their sides, keeping a close watch on the activities around the house. The estate, the house, the armed guards and everything else about the place screamed the presence of someone important.
 
I walked up to the front of the house before I was stopped again. My credentials were checked along with my stuff. I had to go through a metal detector and a host of other security measures before I stepped inside the house.
 
Before I met Uday I wanted to check myself and I hurriedly walked to the washroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I unbottened the top two buttons of my shirt, just like the other day and then let my hair loose. I smiled even more as I saw myself in the mirror, thinking of how Uday would react.
 
As I stepped into the lobby of the vast mansion, I was greeted by a lady. She introduced herself as Naina, Uday's personal secretary. Dressed in a pink silk saree, with a touch of elegantly done make up adoring her face along with her speech and mannerish, she looked polished. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties but she looked much younger. Her body was on the plus side but no one could dare call her fat. Her ample bosoms hid behind the blouse and the neetly worn pallu of her saree. Her hips were wide and her ample but swayed and jiggled with each step she took forward. All in all...she was what boys would call a MILF.
 
She took me to a room and asked me to sit for a while till Uday is free from his meeting. I nodded in agreement and she left. I looked around the room and it looked it a study room. Instead of walls, the room appeared to have book shelfs covering it. The shelfs were lined from left to right and top to bottom with books, some of which i realised were classics and cost a fortune to acquire.
A large wooden table and a plush antique arm chair stood at one corner of the room and the ceiling had a beautiful crystal chandelier. Apart from the 3 bookshelf walls, there was a large glass window which acted as the fourth wall. The view outside was magnificent with a vast green lawn, fountain in the middle of it and a few trees on the fringes. The edges of the lawn was marked by ornamental shrubs and plants with beautiful blossoming flowers. I also saw a couple of peacocks walking around in the garden freely. The whole place, the whole set up seemed out of the world.
 
In many ways I was being shown what Uday was capable of and what wast wealth and power he held. First I was given a job without an interview and now I was in the most beautiful house that I had seen. Amazed I walked around the room, watching and observing every minute detail of the well thought and intricately decorated house.
 
“Hi Mira...Sorry to have kept you waiting.” Uday said as he walked into the room.
 
“No...no problem. The beautiful room and the splended view outside kept me busy. Quite a place you have here.” I replied with a gentle smile.
 
“Haha...Thanks. This place was bought by my father and I spent many a days of my childhood here. When I recall my childhood and I do so vividly, I recall how this place was far more simpler yet so beautiful than what it is today.” He said as he looked out of the glass window and then a moment later at me.
 
“Hmmm...so why did you want to meet me?” I asked him.
 
“Nothing specific; just wanted to meet you.” He said casually.
 
“Ohh...ok...” I replied and blushed a little. He went to the table and picked up the phone and called for some tea and snacks before walking back to me.
 
“So how is the job? I hope you're doing well.” He enquired.
 
“Yeah...it is great. I am learning the ropes and still have some time before I can actually take on serious assignments but.....” I replied trailing off.
 
“But???...” He asked.
 
“It's like I want to do some real reporting you know. I can't go the usual way and I want to cut the learning curve which I know I can.” I replied sounding a little frustrated.
 
“Haha...you are quite ambitious. Good for you. But what is the real reporting you want to do.” He asked sounding amused.
 
“You know... some real journalism. Something that will be first page stuff.” I replied.
 
“Hmmm...I can't think of anything like that for now but I have an idea that will help you get some of that real journalism you want.” He said.
 
“And what is that?” I asked curiously. This is it. This was so easy; I was again going to get what I wanted to effortlessly.
 
“Have you ever done an interview?” He asked as he sat on the table and asked me to sit on the chair next to his.
 
“Not in real but I have done some during my college days.” I replied.
 
“Hmmm...How about you interview me?” He stated his offer very casually.
 
“Really....seriously!!!” I said, almost jumping out of my chair in excitement.
 
“Yeah....I haven't given a one on one interview in months so that takes care of my need and your first interview too.” He replied with that charming smile.
 
“B..But I am not at all prepared. I don't have any questions for you to ask.” I replied. Interview was the last thing I thought I'd be offered. I thought this meeting would be a just meet and greet.
 
“Dont worry about that....” He said as he flapped his hand around dismissively. He picked up the phone and called Naina. A few seconds later, Naina walked into the room.
 
“Naina...can you get the questions we thought off the other day for my interviews.” He said to which she smiled and nodded before walking out.
 
I was stunned. I thought that journalists work hard on composing the most tricky, hard hitting set of questions and most of them really do but I didn't know that politicians too keep a ready set of questions they'd liked to be asked.
 
“The questions are kept ready because we want to keep the news focused on some particular issues. It is a political strategy...relax.” He said calmly.
 
The tea and snacks arrived and were served in a very fine and expensive looking crockery. A minute later, Naina walked back with the set of questions which I would ask him for the interview.
 
“Do you have a recording device?” He asked as he handed me the questions. I just dumbly nodded my head sideways as a No.
 
“Naina...can you get her cell phone from the security?” He asked her.
 
“Yes Mr. Singh.” She relplied before walking out of the room.
 
“You must have the answers ready too?” I teased him.
 
“I can't dictate you the answers. They are free flowing thoughts and not a prepared speech.” He said before we both erupted into laughter.
 
Naina walked back in to the room and handed me my cellphone which would now be used to record the interview. Naina walked back out the room and we were all alone in the big room to do the interview.
 
All I had to do was switch on the voice recorder and read the questions and he would give his answers; I did so perfectly. The answers, just like the questions seemed to be well prepared and he went on effortlessly trashing the current government for issues across the board.
 
We did the interview over the delicous, hot masala tea and the savory snacks and soon the round of questions was over. I was elated that I had something in my hands that would help me step up the curve at work. I was desperate to run back to office and show this to my boss but I also wanted to stay back with Uday.
 
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