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He pushed his crotch into mine and I could feel how hard he was as I was positioned between him and the wall, unable to move. He moved me roughly onto the bed and then climbed on top of me and pulled my bikini bottoms down past my knees. His hand slid up my thigh and I felt his finger brush my clitoris and then slide inside me. He quickly pulled his finger out and undid his trouser belt, then pushed his dick inside me, hard. I took a sharp breath, which made him smile. I think he enjoyed having power over me. He pushed my thighs apart, so I was open for him and I lay there as he was holding me down, thrusting in and out, using my body to get himself off.

He then pulled out suddenly and lifted his dick to my mouth. It was covered in my juices and I tried to turn my head away, but he held my face and pushed his dick inside. For a second I couldn't breathe, until he pulled out again, but as soon as I took a breath he pushed himself back in. He moaned as I gagged around his penis and I felt him throb in pleasure, as he slowly thrust in and out of my mouth. His dick was so slippery by now he took it out and turned me over, so I was lying on my front. He pushed my legs apart and slowly pushed himself into my anus. I couldn't believe he could fit, I'd never done this before and I felt the pain of him pushing inside me, but also felt excited by how this was making him feel.

I heard him moaning with pleasure and grunting with every thrust. "I want to come inside your ass, you fucking whore," he said, as his thrusts got harder and deeper inside me. I couldn't have stopped him if I'd wanted to. His hands gripped my ass cheeks so hard it hurt, and I could feel the pressure of his orgasm building. Suddenly the thrusting slowed down, and I heard him release a moan of ecstasy as he came inside me.

When he'd finished, he pulled out and watched as his cum seeped out of me. A few minutes later, he got up, got dressed, and left the room saying nothing. I lay there for a few minutes feeling sore and used, but strangely satisfied. Not long later, the owner came in and looked at me, lying naked on the bed. "You are free to go now." he said, "That is if you want to." He held up my share of the money and I couldn't believe how much I'd made. It had been so easy... maybe this wasn't such a terrible job.

A few days later, I spend all my money now I have plenty of money, so I again went there, now I was not so nervous this time I met the man again, and we talked.

Again we went into that room and lustfully he said "before giving you any customers I need to check you."

I was shocked by this. I nodded yes. Then he came near me and tore all my clothes until he's staring at my pussy. I was feeling something strange.

"How much time are you here in this city?" He said. I replied "as soon as I earn enough money to return home and before that I want to enjoy this country."

 

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He said "you need not fuck from others or being a prostitute, you can live with me and I give you a lot of money to be my whore only, and you can also fuck from others."

I said, "I want to live with you but I want to enjoy it too."

I was naked; I was happy. Then he started licking my pussy I was enjoying.

Later, I sucked his cock until he made me enjoy deep throating, and he felt in my mouth I enjoyed it a lot.

But I was horny now, so I started sucking his cock now the cock was erected in a 90-degree position. Now, he fucked me like a bitch entire night.

He gave me the freedom to go anywhere I enjoy the view of the country in days and at nights I enjoy the view of cocks inside my pussy.

After some days of fucking and prostitution, my visa was getting over I had to return home the next day. That night we sexed in unique positions then I was fucked from 12 men one by one to earn money. I earned a lot of money now.

 

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Then he gave me all the money with his share too. Next day I returned home, I could not walk properly, I applied the cream on my ass and pussy before the flight.

Everyone was glad for me but my sex lust is now increased.

Whenever I get a chance I fuck from strangers, I love fucking by strangers.

The end.

 

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#Night of error

Since Aditya was staying at Connaught place in Central Delhi, they booked around 20 Nos of rooms in advance at HOTEL NATRAJ, a five star hotel for all the relatives of bride and groom who would be attending the marriage ceremony. Aditya had specially booked 3 Rooms for his bosom friends, his real close buddies who would be attending his marriage reception party.

Both the family decided to tie the knot of Aditya and Nazriya in a Temple, but they had a plan for a lavish wedding reception at HOTEL NATRAJ.

The sacred marriage ceremony was over in the morning at Temple. Now it was for party time in evening at hotel for reception ceremony.

It was the first public appearance of the newlywed couple after their marriage. The reception is usually organized by the family of the groom and is a sort of a grand party. The friends and associates mainly from the groom side used to attend this ceremony. From the bride side, only the close members are invited.

This is a celebration time for both the families as they rejoice over their new accord. The reception ceremony also serves as an opportunity for the bride to know the acquaintances and associates of the groom's family. This is the time when the bride finally represents herself as an important member of her new family. Reception ceremonies are therefore arranged from the groom's side to make the world know that they have a new member, and they celebrate her arrival. It is an extension of the marriage celebrations.

Reception parties are laid with sumptuous food to treat the guests a little more. It is accompanied by good music and ambiance to add to the zing.

Unlike all the ceremonies, the reception does not include any rituals. It is a light event which is basically organized to provide opportunity to those people who could not attend the wedding. Nevertheless, this celebration of this ceremony depends totally upon the whims and fancies of the groom's side. It is a matter of individual choice to organize a reception party, as it is not deemed compulsory.

In the evening, HOTEL NATRAJ was decorated with colorful lights.

The banquet hall in 3rd floor of the hotel was decorated very beautifully with flowers and lighting. The parents of both Aditya and Nazriya were standing to greet all the guests, and welcomed them. Everything was very neatly and systematically arranged. There was space for starters, main course, and drinks separately.

Also, there was a separate space for DJ and music. For dinning, 4th floor of the hotel was arranged. The place where the bride and the groom would be sitting was decorated in a very elegant and beautiful way with roses.

The banquet hall was converted into a fairyland. The stage was all illuminated with different color bulbs, and decorated with pots of flowers, pots and other glittering decorations. A magnificent platform was erected which held two throne like chairs for the bride and the bridegroom. The platform and the stage of the banquet hall were dazzled with its thick red carpets and floral decorations. The cool fragrance was so strong that everyone felt sleepy.

There was a place by the side for music troops with their enormous music instruments. They played loud and soft music.

Both Aditya and Nazriya were sitting in two thrones like chairs in the plat form. The centre of attraction, the Bride, Nazriya looked very beautiful like a doll. Nazriya had worn a bright red, Banarasi silk saree with zari work. Alta, (a red color) was applied on her feet.

She had a nose ring, her hair braided in the most beautiful way, which was decorated with traditional gold jewellery. She wore multi-layer neckpiece made out of gold. Her head was completely decorated with heavy jewellery, comprising a single string maang teeka with matha Patti, (Both Head ornaments) long earrings moving up till her hair bun.

The proud and happiest parents of bride and groom were walking around the banquet hall to greet guests who were entering. All the guests were coming to the platform to wish the newlywed bride and groom with presentations/gifts along with flower bouquets.

Nayanthara was like a Queen. She was wearing rich pure silk gold Zari border silk saris low hip. She was adorned with elaborate heavy gold and diamond jewelry from head to toe, showing off her beautiful curvaceous, sexy sizzling sensuous body. Her wide expressive large eyes were lined with kajal, top heavy extra-large, big bouncing, conical huge firm breasts were provocatively swinging, these mountainous full breasts with firm large erect nipples extending out of lean frame were being exposed. She was showing her thin, taut,and lean midriff. The jasmine flower threads adorned her thick silky thigh length long braid. She was undoubtedly a beautiful and sexy sensuous woman exuding feminine grace, epitome of sensuality, the height of prime sexuality.

Shriya was also wearing a pure silk red and creamy white mixed emblazoned sari with broad heavy gold zari border, which covered her blouse but good enough to show her cleavage. Her saree covered her navel, but showed enormous amount of her belly skin. She looked absolutely stunning and seductive. Her large kajal lined, expressive beautiful inviting eyes were roaming everywhere.

Her conical pendulous heavy breasts were hung proudly, and visibly extending out of blouse and sari. She looked absolutely stunning and seductive. Her beautiful long thick jet-black lustrous silky smooth shinning silky hair neatly parted in the middle, arranged in a thigh length braid adorned with gold hairpins on side. Her wide bewitchingly thick braid with neat loops fastened just below her protruding big buttocks with matching color hair band, and left loose reaching mid thighs, and adorned with beautifully arranged long jasmine flower threads oscillating and swinging harmoniously with her huge breasts and big ass cheeks provocatively and seductively as she walked.

Both the ladies dressed sexily and boldly in the wedding ceremony. All the gold, precious stones and diamond studded elaborate jewelry complimented their natural beauty. Both of them were looking like new brides. They were looking like rich beautiful sexy long haired love Goddesses descended from heaven to grace the marriage ceremony moving around exuding divine feminine charm, beauty and sexuality. All the other female guests were looking at them with admiration, appreciation and envy looking at their beauties and men looking at them with desire.

Then Aditya's two best friends out of three entered, and reached the stage to greet both bride and groom. Aditya embraced them and called her mother for introduction. Just nearby, his mother Nayanthara was talking to some guests. Her back was towards Aditya and his two friends. She turned her face after hearing the call from Aditya.

She was very much surprised and shocked to see the friends of Aditya. Even Aditya's two best friends were dumb founded and equally shocked to see Nayanthara.

Aditya was introducing, "Mom, meet my two best friends Kalicharan and Akash." Then she turned his face towards his friends, and said, "Meet my mom, Nayanthara."

Both Kalicharan and Akash touched the feet of Nayanthara and said, "Aunty, Namaste (by folding two hands for paying respect).

Nayanthara blessed them by touching their heads and asked, "God bless you my kids."

Aditya said, "Mom, do you remember? Some months before, I was supposed to join with you and papa in Goa along with my friends. Later on, I cancelled my programme, but my two friends made a tour to Goa at the same time when you and papa were in Goa."

Three of them remained silent. Then Aditya said, "Mom, please take my friends to dance floor, let them enjoy," smilingly he said, "You both can dance with her. She is a very good dancer."

Nayanthara signaled them to follow her.

Kalicharan went near to Nayanthara and complimented her, "Nayanthara, you look so beautiful, stunning and to tell you the truth I did not know that you are mother of my best friend Aditya".

Akash said, "Nayanthara, you look so sexy!"

She blushed, and then thanked them.

She said, "You both look handsome in these white and blue shirts".

They thanked her. She turned her back and started to walk. There, Akash noticed her blouse was almost backless. Just two strings of thin threads covered her back, and Kalicharan could see her back completely till her butt crack.

She looked like Aphrodite came down to punish them with her voluptuous sexy body for their previous birth sins. They followed her and entered the party hall. The dance floor was very dimly lit. The crowd of guest was dancing in the tunes of loud music. Nobody was noticing them.

Kalicharan encircled one of his hands around her waist, slid slightly down to her buttocks; put another hand under her arm pit to touch her under the neck. They started dancing. While dancing, he started squeezing her ass cheeks and put his lips on her lips. Everybody was dancing; nobody **censored** any attention to them. Then Kalicharan probed his tongue inside the mouth of Nayanthara, and started sucking her tongue.

Nayanthara was in such a mood that she touched the hard rock dick of Kalicharan above the pant and started massaging and squeezing it.

She was dancing like a peacock. It was so amazing, and Akash completely fell for her. Akash clicked photos using his Cannon DSLR. She took a break, and came to Akash with Kalicharan. Akash approached her to compliment her dance moves, and also to show her some pictures.

"Your dance moves were so groovy and cool. That was amazing, "said Akash.

She smiled, "Thanks. I saw that you were clicking photos. Show them," she requested Akash.

Looking at the photos she said, "So, nice."

Then Akash requested her for dancing. He handed over the camera to Kalicharan and asked him to click.

In the tunes of music, they started dancing. Akash put his left hand under her right armpit, and pulled her towards him forcefully. With his free right palm, he started squeezing her boobs, and started kissing her face and lips. She was touching and pinching his erected cock inside his pant. They danced for 5 minutes. They returned to the place where Kalicharan was taking snaps.

"I like those photos. Those are good but lots of people are in the background. I want some solo photos. Shall we go out of this place to click photos?"

 

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This was the moment they were waiting for.

They all went out of the hall, and went to a near lobby, where there was an empty space with nice background. She started giving poses. Those poses were so seductive. In one of the poses, she showed her back but turned her head to the front with a seductive look. Her side boobs, small belly and her back side were visible.

Above all of them, the expression on her face and eyes were so seductive, and that gave both them a hard on. The bulge in their pants made its appearance.

Kalicharan looked away from viewfinder and went closer to show her the photo he just clicked. His right shoulder was rubbing against her left shoulder, and he leaned closer to her to say, "You look amazing in this photo. Your poses were awesome. You look so good and..."

She asked with same eagerness, "and...means...please go on".

Kalicharan said, "Your expression was awesome. It looks like you are horny."

They expected a laugh or blush reaction from her, but they didn't expect even in their dreams that she would say the sentence that they were hoping to hear.

She said, "Yes, I am."

Upon hearing that, Kalicharan moved closer to her and kissed her lips. No reaction from her, but more importantly no rejection from her.

Kalicharan moved closer and held her in his arms and started to kiss her lips very passionately. Her lips felt like jelly in his mouth; soft, sweet and tasty. He kissed her lips with more fire burning inside his body.

Then Akash came forward and started kissing her. He covered his right hand on her back, ass and boobs. Akash grabbed her boobs and started pressing them while kissing her lips. It felt like he was holding a football as her big boobs were even more enlarged now.

Then Kalicharan kissed her entire face and moved down to kiss her neck. He licked her ear lobes and slowly kissed them. He moved further down to kiss her boobs.

Kalicharan unhooked her blouse and loosened the bra and, sucked her boobs with her clothes on and then moved down to her belly. He nibbled her busty stomach. He could hear her breathing hard, and moaning. He loved that sound. He licked her navel, and his hands were pressing her boobs at the same time. In the mean time, Akash came up, and then started to kiss her lips again.

This time she put her hands inside Akash's shirt to hover around his back, and then started to kiss on his face. She kissed his chest and then moved up to kiss his neck and then his ear lobes. She was getting naughty, and Kalicharan decided to take it to next level. Like an ad break in the last over of the match, someone came out of the party hall.

Like an ad break in the last over of the match, someone came out of the party hall. They stopped kissing, and started to act normal. Kalicharan took the camera, and started showing her photos. But they kept some distance between themselves.

A young man, a guest came, and spotted Nayanthara, and said, "Aunty, you are here. Come to the party hall to click photos."

She left the place reluctantly, and saw disappointment in their eyes too. They all went inside the hall, and she started to dance. They clicked some photos, talked to her, and gave her their room number.

Aditya had booked one double bed room in the same hotel for Kalicharan and Akash. They went to their room and waited for her.

After some times, they heard the low knocking sound on their room door. Kalicharan pulled her inside and started kissing her again.

While kissing her Kalicharan said, "You know what, I was waiting for this moment since the moment I saw you. I want to fuck you babe, very badly".

She smiled and then said, "I wanted to experience this!"

"Experience what?"asked Kalicharan.

"I fantasized about getting fucked by two strong, young guys like you. My husband is so orthodox, he never allows me to express myself in the bed (that was a lie she was telling them). I licked Akash's ear lobes, is that ok?"She asked.

"Babe, I am your lover. Make love to me. I loved the way you licked and played with my earlobes and chest. It was tickling and gave me sexual pleasure. Don't control yourself, Nayanthara! Let your desires be free tonight, "said Akash.

She smiled, and then started to kiss both of them all over their faces. They also kissed very passionately. Kalicharan moved down to kiss her boobs. He removed her blouse. She was wearing red color bra. Akash unhooked her bra, and looked at her big milky boobs. Kalicharan sucked one boob, and Akash pressed another one.

They continued this for some time, her boobs got enlarged, and her nipples were erected now. Kalicharan nibbled her nipple, and then pinched one of her nipples. She gave a loud moan. Kalicharan's big dick was so hard that it was trying to come out of his pant through his underwear.

Her Blouse was taken off and thrown in a corner. The bra had been unhooked, and it was also taken out through her arms and thrown in the corner.

Within seconds, her naked boobs were in full view before Kalicharan and Akash. Kalicharan's hand was at her waist, unwrapping the saree, and then he unfastened her petticoat and finally pulled down the panties.

She was completely naked now.

Akash's lips touched her lips, he was kissing her, softly, gently, and yet passionately.

So, her passion-starved body started responding on its Akash's skillful kissing.

Kalicharan moved for his next, with his left hand he reached down and touched her clit. Very adroitly, he started stroking it and playing with it. After that, Nayanthara was as good as putty in his arms. She arched her back, and leaned back on the couch. She spread her legs to give more access to her privates, and Kalicharan responded by running a finger over her pussy lips even as other fingers kept working the clit. The wetness was undeniable. Nayanthara's body had been starving for some male contact, and now that it was getting some, she was enjoying it.

Akash finally broke the kiss, and Nayanthara inhaled loudly. She stared into Kalicharan's eyes and he stared back. Still finger her clit, he started bending down. With her eyes locked on to his, she noticed his face descending, lower and lower.

He moved down further to her navel. He licked it and then kissed her belly. He kissed her wet pussy lips. That must have sent sudden electric waves inside her body.

She jerked and then grabbed his hairs until it was between her legs.

"You are going to have lots of fun, babe!"said Kalicharan.

He made her stand, and knelt down. Kalicharan rubbed her pussy with his fingers and slowly inserted his fingers to make an opening. He finger fucked her and simultaneously sucked her pussy lips.

Akash's left hand now moved up to her right breast. His right hand grabbed her left breast. And his tongue started doing what Kalicharan's fingers had been doing, only to more pleasant effect. Nayanthara started moaning happily as Akash's hands and tongue played with her nipples, and Kalicharan's tongue worked on her clit. She closed her eyes, and started enjoying the gentle waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

 

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Her moans grew louder and louder. She couldn't stand, her legs were shaking. She grabbed Kalicharan's hair harder,

"Boy, I want to lie down. I can't stand."

"No babe, u should not. Just stand and enjoy this fun, "said Kalicharan.

A minute later, Akash was still at it, but Nayanthara felt a tap on her head. She opened her eyes and saw a thick cock, about 6 inches or so, hanging erect close to her left cheek. Akash guided her face towards the cock. She took it in her mouth hungrily, and started sucking it hard. As she sucked the dick, Kalicharan kept working magic with his tongue, and very shortly, Nayanthara felt her orgasm approaching.

Kalicharan increased his pace. Her grip on his hairs increased, and then moans became louder. She jerked her head backwards still the dick of Akash was in her mouth, leaning against the wall. Kalicharan sensed what was happening, and worked harder with his tongue, and Nayanthara started shaking, and quivering. Her huge tits jiggled like jello, and she was thrashing and shaking in her orgasm

Her legs started shaking more now; it looked like she is going to collapse.

She whispered, "Boys, I can't take it anymore. I am going to cummmmm...Ohhhhhhh!"

She splashed her cunt juices over the face of Kalicharan.

Kalicharan stopped sucking her pussy, and kissed her silky thighs to clean the stream of cunt fluids.

Akash, who had taken his dick out, when he felt his approach, started shooting his seed right on her face. It hit her on the cheeks, on the nose, on her eyelids forehead, and even landed in her hair. A few seconds later, after her orgasm subsided, Nayanthara was sitting there, breathing heavily and contented, with her face covered in the semen of a man who was more than two decades younger to her, and was bosom friend of her son.

Kalicharan said, "Akash, you go and be with Aditya, so that he should not inquire about our where about."

Akash put on his dress and left.

Kalicharan slowly kissed her thighs, and then moved up to her lips. Again they kissed very passionately with their hands searching vigorously for some invisible thing in their bodies. She removed his shirt, and kissed his neck, chest and sucked his nipples. She bit his nipple, and then pulled his chest hair. It gave Kalicharan a trickling sensation.

His dick was getting harder and harder now. She kneeled and pulled down his pant and underwear. She saw his erect 8" rod, and gave a naughty smile. Her left hand was holding his cock base and then her right hand was on his thigh. She kissed the head of his dick and using her tongue she made a swirl around it. A burning sensation grew inside him. She sucked his cock like she was eating an ice cream. When his dick was inside her mouth, it felt like fire and ice. A burning sensation grew inside him. She sucked his cock like she was eating an ice cream. When his dick was inside her mouth, it felt like fire and ice.

"Nayanthara, look at me, "said Kalicharan.

She looked at him while sucking his cock. It was so good and when he was nearing his climax. He grabbed her head and lifted her up.

Kalicharan caressed her cheeks and kissed her forehead. He wanted to fuck her very badly, but at the same time, he wanted her to enjoy the sex. He made her lie down on bed. He inserted his dick inside her pussy. It went inside smoothly as her pussy was wet like an umbrella in rain. He fucked her in medium pace.

For every stroke of him, she moaned and her boobs juggled. It was a sight to behold. He planted his hands on the bed and leaned forward to kiss her lips. While kissing she grabbed her ass, and moved his ass to fuck her.

She licked his ear lobes. With his lower body fucking her pussy, he parted her lips. He put his saliva near his mouth and made it to dribble down to her mouth. She swallowed it.

He kissed on her boobs, and then steadily increased his pace. With that her moaning also increased. He looked at her, head leaned back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, hands groping her own body.

That scene told him that she was enjoying the moment satisfactorily. What more a guy wants? Now, his pace was in top gear as he rammed her pussy. His thighs were crushing against her body, and that made a huge sound.

"Boyyyyyyyy, yeaaahhhhhh! Like that. Keep doing it!" she screamed.

Her hands were close to her lips, and then he was nearing his climax. He rammed her pussy so hard, and cummed inside her. He kissed her again and then pulled out his dick.

"Want to clean it with your tongue?" he asked.

Without any hesitation, she sucked his dick. She cleaned his cum on dick, and replaced it with her saliva. Then they both put on their dress to rejoin the party.

Party was in full swing, more guests were coming to greet Aditya and Nazriya. Aditya thought his parents as well as Nazriya's parents must be busy to entertain the guests.

Then entered, Aditya's third best friend. He went to the stage and greeted both Aditya and Nazriya with a flower bouquet and gift packet. Aditya introduced him with his new bride Nazriya. Aditya embraced him, and said, "You know, Kalicharan and Akash have also come."

"Really!" exclaimed he.

Then Aditya noticed her mom, Akash, and Kalicharan were approaching towards them.

He introduced his mom to his third best friend. All his three best friends greeted amongst themselves. Aditya also noticed his mother-in law, Shriya, who was talking with some guest in his right side.

He called her and said, "Mom, (A son-in- law always addresses his mother-in- law as Mom)they are my three best friends, these two are Kalicharan and Akash," Then he indicated third one, "My third best friend,Tapan from Kolkata."

All of them touched the feet of Shriya, and Shriya blessed them by touching their heads.

 

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Both Shriya and Tapan stared each other with bewildered eyes. Both of them startled to see each other and speechless.

Then Nayanthara said, "Shriya, I have taken care of his two friends, now you take care of Tapan, take him to the place where drinks are being served, let him relax with some drinks."

Shriya stammered, "Yes...yes...why not?" she waved Tapan to follow her.

They reached near a dark corner where a lot of flowers in pots were creating an impression of little garden. Shriya stopped there. Before her saying anything, Tapan pulled her towards him forcefully, embraced her, and put his hot lips on her lips, and started kissing her deeply.

"Leave me...please leave me...people will be watching," she whispered.

"Shriya, I had no idea that you were the mother- in- law of my best friend. Do you remember our fucking in Toilet of train? You also promised me that in future whenever we meet again, you will let me fuck you, "said Tapan.

They were sitting in a Table. The bar boy served him beer in a pitcher with a glass mug.

Then Shriya asked to bar boy, "Do you know where the bathroom is?" He responded, "Yeah Madam, it's down the hall, that way." She looked puzzled. "Through those doors, first door on your right," he said.

"Thanks," replied Shriya.

"Can you accompany me?" she asked.

Tapan grabbed the drinks and escorted her.

"I'll just be a minute," she said.

Since she had such trouble finding the place, he didn't trust her to make it back to the table alone, so he waited.

Two different women had come out of the restroom, and Shriya was still in there. His arms were getting tired from holding the beer mug so he put them down on the table next to him.

He was sweating pretty heavily, so Tapan figured he would use the mirror on top of the table to make sure he didn't have any sweat stains on his shirt.

Eventually, the door creaked open. "Finally," he said.

Before he could reach to grab the drinks again, Shriya pulled him by his tie into the bathroom, then locking the door behind her. "Sorry, I had to make sure we were alone," she said, kissing his neck.

"Fuck it," he sighed.

She pushed him against the wall, and started unzipping his pants while falling to her knees. She reached through the hole in his boxers, grabbing his semi-erect cock. As she pulled it through and continued to stroke, her hand had a harder time fitting all the way around it.

"It just keeps getting bigger," she chuckled, leaning closer. "I don't know if I can fit all of this in my mouth..." She licked her lips, and grabbed the base of his cock, slowly massaging the tip with her tongue. She sucked it for 5 minutes; her saliva was dripping out from his cock and falling in marble floor.

After a couple of minutes, Tapan helped her up to her feet.

"Come here," Tapan said, slapping her ass and pulling her towards him, "Turn around."

Tapan lifted her Saree and petticoat simultaneously, and pulled her lace underwear down to her knees. The tip of his dick was still glistening with the remnants of her, and her pussy was so wet that he could feel it through her panties.

As soon as he rubbed his dick against her clit, she shook. He did it again; softer, longer.

She began panting. "Put it in, please!" she breathed.

Tapan had never been with someone so tight. Once his dick started to go in, she immediately pushed it out.

"A little slower," she said. "I wasn't expecting you to be so big."

So, he went to insert himself again, softer this time.

Just as he had never been with a girl who was so tight, he had never been with a woman who made these kinds of sounds. She was so high-pitched in euphoria that it only made his cock harder.

Tapan didn't want to stain his pants, so he undid his belt and pulled his pants down while he was still inside of her. It didn't take long for Shriya to get comfortable, so when she told him to go harder, he happily obliged.

"Oh... fuck me," she moaned. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."

Tapan was now sweating more than previously. He was gripping the inside of her right thigh so hard that it was beginning to leave a mark. He unlatched from her leg to give her a smack on the ass.

He was pumping continuously. His cock was fully entered inside her pussy, and hitting near the pee hole inside, which was evident from his balls, which were striking against her ass hole. He felt that his cock was passing through a very soft and velvet passage, but the passage was shrunk, squeezed, and tight. The dick could go upwards and back forwards only with force pumping.

The fucking was continuing more than 10 minutes as they were lucky that nobody had knocked the door.

"Harder!" she demanded.

"I don't want anyone outside to hear," Tapan said, without breaking stride.

She leaned over and slammed the hand dryer, which made a loud noise as it blew hot air from its vent.

"Now — harder," she said.

Tapan gripped the side of hip again before giving a slap that left a giant red handprint on her right butt cheek.

"I'm going to cum," he breathed, heavily.

"Wait," she said. "I want to taste myself, first."

She went back down on her knees, admiring his big black cock, which was now drenched with her. She opened her mouth wide, fitting as much of his cock into her mouth as she could before slowly retreating her mouth back up the shaft of his cock.

"Shriya, I'm going to cum; I need a tissue paper, towel or something," he said, trying not to burst.

She released him from her mouth, and then looked up at him.

"Cum in my mouth," she said, licking the bottom of his dick.

Before the last syllable left her breath, Tapan cupped the back of her neck and closed his eyes, his muscles tightened as he was starting to cum.

Just as he was about to cum, she gripped his ass with her fingers and dug her nails in. Tapan's body started to have spasms as he felt her tongue rolling along the base of his cock, and he was cumming inside of her.

When he was finished, she looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth, almost as if her eyes were saying, "All done?" She slowly pulled the cock out of her mouth, savoring every last lick in the process.

Grabbing his cock, she looked into his eyes. "In the train, my assessment was right," she said, "that the cock was worth of it."

Immediately, they put on their clothes, Shriya made herself a touch up make up in front of the mirror and told Tapan to go out first. After Tapan left, some ladies entered. Thank God...she thought. She rejoined the party with a new vigor.

The parents of both the bride and groom were very happy. This was the happiest moment of their life, which they waited for years.

By midnight, the party was over; all the invited guests had left. After few days, the parents of both newly married couple returned to Dhanbad and Kolkata.

The newlywed couple was shifted to Connaught place in Central Delhi, where Aditya had 3 Bed rooms flat, well furnished, provided by his company.

Both Nazriya and Aditya were leading their romantic happy marital life. After few months, Aditya had some work at Janakpuri in west Delhi. He remembered his old days at Janak puri when he was continuing his CA course, a student and living in a flat there.

To be continued...

 

[hotaks]

Rakul shifted nervously in the back of the elevator as it climbed ever higher, stopping every few floors to let well-dressed businesspeople off. She checked her reflection in the paneled mirrors, adjusting the hem of her pencil skirt, smoothing back her long ponytail, checking her makeup, and generally worrying about her appearance. She needed this job. The interview had to go perfectly. She couldn't afford another failure.

Though she was only in her second year of college, she had switched her major a half a dozen times. Nursing was too gross, pre-veterinary classes were too hard, English was too much work, and she had tried education only to learn she couldn't stand children in large groups. On top of that, she had never been very good at school. She had begun to form a sneaking suspicion that her high school teachers had let her sneak by with B's and C's only because she was sweet and pretty. She had been put on academic probation, and her parents refused to pay for another semester until she figured out what she wanted to do. She had moved out of the dorms into a house with five other girls, and desperately searched for something to pay her share of the rent that she could apply for with her meagre qualifications. She filled out nearly fifty applications, only hearing back from five, all of them turning her down. It was with fading hope and a drained bank account that she clicked submit on the application for a **censored** secretary at the BlueStar marketing firm, accepted the call for an interview with a wavering voice, and now rode the elevator to the sixty eighth floor of the downtown skyscraper in her best interview clothes.

Soon, it was just her and an elderly gentleman left on the elevator. When the bell dinged at floor sixty eight, she started forward, her legs quaking. She fell forward a bit, her breasts pushing into the man's arm. She caught herself, flushing red, apologizing profusely. The man just smiled, and gave her a once-over with his eyes.

"Good luck, dear," he said, watching her hurry out of the elevator. She was still blushing.

Trying to compose herself, Rakul straightened her spine and walked into the lobby. It was very clean and modern, the company logo staring at her from the reception desk. She walked past an overweight, middle-aged woman complaining loudly into her phone.

"Why would they call me for an interview if the position had already been filled!?" the woman said, and Rakul's heart sank. "I know! That's what that little tart at the counter told me!" As she said this, the woman's eyes swiveled over to meet Rakul's. She looked away quickly, moving towards the reception desk, hoping against hope that the woman hadn't been applying for the same position as she was. She just couldn't have been. Rakul couldn't bear to move back home, a failure.

She reached the front desk, and a pretty black girl with long braids smiled up at her. "What can I do for you?"

"Um..." Rakul swallowed, trying to regain her shaky confidence. "I'm here for an interview, for the **censored** secretary position. If it's still available."

"Name?"

"Rakul Preet Singh."

The girl clicked some things on her computer screen. She had beautifully done nails and impeccable makeup, but that's not what Rakul's eyes were drawn to. The receptionist wore designer clothes, but they all seemed a little too small for her. Her skirt on her lap rode up to reveal the hint of the top of a lace stocking, and the edge of a lacy bra peaked out between the gap in the buttons on her shirt, almost inviting in the gaze of strangers. Rakul realized she was staring at the curve of the receptionist's breasts, and glanced away, embarrassed.

"Miss Rakul. Here we are," the girl smiled at her. "Have a seat, please. Mr. Taylor will see you shortly for the interview."

Rakul felt her shoulders relax in relief. "Thank goodness," she breathed. "I passed a woman by the elevator who made me think the job had been filled."

"It had for her," the receptionist said, nodding. Rakul furrowed her eyebrows. The receptionist scooted forward, conspiratorially. "We can't specify ages in the ad, because that's discrimination. But the company has a certain image in mind, and Mr. Taylor needs a young, fresh face to meet his clients to maintain that image. You're pretty. He'll like you."

Rakul flushed pink.

"Plus," the receptionist continued, "If you're hired, I'll be working directly with you. I think we'll have more to talk about than I would with a woman her age, don't you think? I'm Leticia, by the way." She smiled, revealing rows of perfect teeth. Rakul began to feel self-conscious about her own smile, suddenly wishing she had brought a toothbrush. The confidence-boosting frappuccino she had on the train may have left coffee stains on her teeth.

Before Rakul could respond, an intercom buzzed at the receptionist's side.

"Leticia?" the speaker said, a commanding male voice. "If that interview is here, you can bring her back."

"Right away, Mr. Taylor," Leticia said. She rose gracefully. "Follow me, hun."

Rakul followed the receptionist down the back hallway, mesmerized by the sway of her hips. She wore tall heels that clicked on the tile floors. There was a zipper pulling together the fabric of her short skirt, running all the way up the ample curve of her ass to the tapering small of her back. Rakul again tried not to stare, feeling a little frumpy her in own outfit. Leticia stopped before an open door, and knocked.

"Good luck, hun," she said with a smile, opening the door. "I hope you get the job." Rakul steeled herself, and walked through.

The office was large and elegant. A plush sofa sat against one wall, opposite a wide window overlooking the bay below. There were lush potted plants in the corners, shelves of books and shiny awards, and a broad, antique desk in the center of the room. Seated behind it was a rather handsome man in his late thirties in an expensive-looking suit and an equally expensive haircut. He didn't stand up when Rakul entered, only nodded to her.

"Rakul?" he asked. It was the same commanding tone from the intercom. His blue eyes seemed to look right through her.

"Ye-- Yes, sir." Rakul inwardly cursed herself for how awkward her voice sounded. "I'm here for the interview?"

"Looks like it," Taylor said. He leaned back in his chair, crossing one ankle over the other knee. "Have a seat." He waved his hand at the two chairs on the other side of the desk. Rakul sat on the edge of one gingerly, while Taylor reached for a stapled packet of papers. He started leafing through it.

"I was just reading over your application," he mused. Rakul could feel her legs shaking, and clasped a hand over each knee to try to steady them. The application questions had been... different. There had been some personality questions, multiple choice options that asked how she dealt with confrontation, authority, how she reacted when making mistakes, if she confessed secrets or kept them to herself. She had had to write answers about her definitions of success, the importance of following directions, and what attention to detail meant to her. She had needed to explain her commitment to her work and how she balanced a professional and **censored** life. None of the other applications she had completed had been so thorough, but at this point, she was desperate.

"I hope my answers are good," Rakul said nervously, then berated herself inwardly for sounding stupid. "I had one of my roommates check everything over for typos. But she didn't find many." Rakul added this last part quickly, trying to make herself seem capable.

"How many roommates do you have?" Taylor asked. Rakul couldn't tell if the answer mattered for the interview, or if he were just making conversation. With his eyes on her, she almost forgot how to speak. She coughed.

"There's six of us," she said. "They're all going to the University, but I... I'm taking a semester off. To get some work experience."

"All girls?"

Rakul nodded.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Rakul tried not to let the surprise show on her face. She stumbled over an answer, trying to figure out how that was relevant.

"Sometimes I will need your assistance outside of the standard work day," Taylor explained. "When there's deadlines and last-minute things. You will always be compensated with overtime pay or have that time roll over into additional **censored** time off. It's easier if you don't have other commitments that may interfere."

"Oh," Rakul said, laughing a little. "I see. No, I don't have a boyfriend."

Taylor nodded, and continued paging through her application. "I did like your answers to a lot of these questions. You seem like a good fit."

Rakul smiled, only at the last minute remembering the potential for coffee teeth.

"One question that's not on here, however," he said. He looked up at her with those penetrating eyes. "And please be honest. How badly do you need this job?"

Rakul's words caught in her throat. This wasn't in any of the practice interview questions she had read about online. "I... I really need it, sir," she finally said. "All the other places I've applied have turned me down. If I can't find a decent job to pay rent and save for another semester of classes, I'm going to have to move back home, and my parents are already losing hope in me. I promise, I'll do my very best, and I'm really good at learning new things. Well, new things that aren't too tricky. But I'm good at phone calls, and schedules, and taking notes, and everything it said on the website I would have to do for this job. I just need someone to give me a chance. I promise, sir, I won't let you down. I'll do whatever I can to be a good secretary for you."

Rakul worried this was too over the top, but Mr. Taylor's mouth curled into a smile. "I like that commitment," he said. "Can I take that as a promise?"

"Yes, sir," Rakul said, trying to contain her emotion.

"Good." He tossed the application packet back on his desk. "See Leticia about the paperwork. I'll see you at eight tomorrow morning."

"I... what?" Rakul stared, stunned.

"You're hired."

"Just like that?" she breathed.

"Sure. I like your smile." Rakul felt her heart pound in her chest. "Though I do need to call back a client in London before he heads home for the day, so go see Leticia about the rest." He leaned forward, reaching for his phone.

"Yes, of course, sir. Thank you!" Rakul shot to her feet, feeling dizzy and happy. She almost fell forward, but caught herself with a hand on the back of the chair. She could have bounced out of the office.

"One thing," Taylor said, pausing with the phone in his hand. Rakul turned. She felt his eyes over her body.

"There's a bit of a dress code," he said. "We have an image as a young, vibrant, modern company, and we need our administrative assistants to reflect the brand, since you'll be the first person a lot of clients see. So heels are mandatory." He looked down at her feet, at her modest, closed-toe kitten heels. "At least three inches. Skirts, not slacks, and the hem should fall above your knees. Longer than that is too old fashioned, and we do not want our clients to think we're out of touch with current trends."

Rakul looked down at her skirt, the bottoms of her knees poking out just under the fabric. "Is... is this too long?"

Taylor smiled. "You know that old school uniform test, where the girls' skirts had to be below their fingertips when they held them at their sides?"

Rakul nodded. She had gone to private school for eight years.

"The opposite of that. Your skirt needs to be shorter than your fingertips. Go buy some tonight, bring the receipts, and we'll reimburse you."

"...really?"

Taylor nodded. "Now if you'll excuse me, Miss Rakul."

"Of course, sir!" Rakul nodded deeply, and floated out of the office on a cloud of her own excitement.

 

[hotaks]

Rakul showed up the next day, hoping her outfit was suitable. She had agonized over it the night before, pulling clothes out of her closet and modeling them for her roommates. She had remembered Leticia's style, and tried to find one of her own to match. She felt strange about taking up Mr. Taylor's offer to buy things on company credit, so she had made do with what she already had. She was wearing a skirt that she had only previously worn out to the bars-- a tight black one that hugged her hips and fell only halfway down her thigh. She had taller heels, too, ones that made her ass pop when she twirled in front of her bedroom mirror. She had to be careful getting on the train downtown from her campus apartment, watching not to let the stiletto heels trip her up as she walked down the platform. When she sat, she was careful to keep her thighs tightly together, as the skirt was short enough to give everyone a glimpse of her panties if she didn't. She was aware of the eyes on her as she rode the train, some looking at her jealousy, others hungrily. She usually didn't go out like this sober, or without a group of her friends dressed the same. She felt... exposed.

The train stopped about a block from the downtown skyscraper, and she tried to mimic Leticia's confident sway as she made her way down the sidewalk, up the elevator, and onto the sixty-eighth floor. Leticia beamed at her from behind the receptionist's counter.

"Excited for your first day?" Leticia asked, rising. "I'll be training you on the computer stuff and the phones for the morning."

"Do you think my outfit's okay?" Rakul asked. Leticia twirled her fingers, indicating that she should spin around. Rakul did so.

"Girl, you look sexy as hell. It's perfect." Leticia grinned. Rakul flushed pink. "Come on, I'll show you your desk."

She followed Leticia to her station, which was to be just outside Mr. Taylor's office. The door to his office was closed, which made Rakul feel unexpectedly disappointed. Part of her wanted him to look at her, dressed like she was, with those intense eyes of his. But she would have to wait. When Leticia pulled up the calendar on the computer, she could see his schedule-- he was out of the office meeting clients until after lunch.

Leticia sat next to her on the single office chair, their thighs and hips pressed together as she walked Rakul through the necessary programs. She kept catching whiffs of the receptionist's intoxicating perfume as she moved. Leticia's shirt today was so white it was nearly see-through, the lace of her bra and the curves of her breasts perfectly visible, especially when she leaned over Rakul to type in usernames and passwords. Rakul wished she could be as spellbindingly beautiful.

Finally, Leticia modeled how to answer the phone, and how to buzz into Taylor's office. She went in to sit at the boss' desk so that Rakul could practice, answering the call with an artificially deep imitation of a man's voice. They both laughed.

"I think you got it all, girl," Leticia said through the intercom. "Last thing. Come on in here. There's a box of files in here that you can work on. All forms have to get entered into that spreadsheet I showed you."

Soon, Leticia had returned to her post at the front of the office, and Rakul was pulling files, folder by folder, out of a large box in Mr. Taylor's office. She had to enter all the hand-written information herself, to get it saved electronically. It was mind-numbingly boring, but she was pretty confident that she couldn't screw it up. She couldn't bear to mess up on her first day.

As she worked, a few junior members of the firm passed her station on the way to their offices. She tried her best to smile at them, noting that all of them looked her over as if appraising her. A few introduced themselves, but kept the conversations fairly short. Rakul didn't mind. If she could get through the whole file box by the end of the day, there was no way that Mr. Taylor could doubt his quick decision to hire her.

She was in the boss' office, bent over the file box, exchanging one folder for another, when she heard a noise behind her of someone entering. She suddenly remembered the shortness of her skirt, and how anyone behind her had a clear view of her ass and panties. She jerked around in surprise to see Mr. Taylor standing in the entryway to his office. At the same time as she tried to stutter an embarrassed apology, her foot caught on the edge of the box, tripping her. She fell backwards, kicking the box as she fell, sending files scattering across the floor as she collapsed. Her hand flew out, catching another file box on a table, pulling it down on top of her, dumping paper across her body. Horrified, she sat amid the rain of scattered papers, not even realizing that she had fallen with her legs apart.

"I'm so sorry, sir, I'm so sorry!" Rakul stammered. She swung to her knees, trying desperately to collect up all of the papers.

"Stop," Taylor commanded. "You're messing them up worse."

Rakul felt hot tears in her eyes. She sat back on her heels, looking up at him. "I promise, this was a one-time accident. I'm not this much of a screw up." Though she didn't say it out loud, the undercurrent of her voice pleaded, please don't fire me, please don't fire me.

Taylor shut his office door, crossing the room to set his briefcase and suit jacket on one of the chairs. "Why are you in here in the first place?"

Rakul thought she heard anger in his voice. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Leticia..." she said, then stopped to take a deep breath. She looked up at him from her knees, eyes pleading for forgiveness. "Leticia told me to enter the things in this box for you. And then I guess you startled me, and... and I'm so sorry, sir, I really am."

"Stand up." His voice was calm. Maybe he wasn't angry. Rakul did as she was told, rising shakily to balance on her heels. She smoothed her skirt, but couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes.

"You look nice. On brand."

Rakul chanced a glance upward, feeling her cheeks redden. He was studying her legs. Standing next to him like this, she realized how large he was, and how small she felt next to him. He was nearly a foot taller than her five foot four stature, and he had fairly broad shoulders. His thick forearms showing beneath his rolled-up shirt sleeves hinted at muscle hidden beneath the tailored suits.

"Just a shame that you've messed up so quickly," he said. "This is a fast-paced business. We don't have time for stupid mistakes."

Rakul's heart sank. "Please give me another chance. It won't happen again, I promise."

"No, it won't," Taylor said. "I believe strongly in learning from mistakes. So we'll just need to make sure you remember this, so it doesn't happen again."

Rakul dropped her eyes. "I will."

"I need to make sure of that," Taylor said. "Turn around. Put your hands on the desk."

Rakul's eyebrows furrowed. "...sir?"

"Or you can go home now, and start looking for another job."

"No! No, I'm sorry, sir!" Rakul turned to his large, mostly clear desk, putting her hands on the edge of it. She glanced back over her shoulder at him. "Like this?"

He stepped towards her, placing a hand on her back between her shoulder blades, nudging her forward. She sank down lower, so her back was parallel with the surface of the desk, her elbows touching it, her ass sticking straight out. She felt the material pull up from the backs of her thighs, knowing full well her panties were on display. She shuffled on her stiletto heels uncomfortably, feeling her face redden even more.

"The best way to make something stick in your memory," Taylor said cooly, "is to give it a connection to some physical sensation. A small child won't listen when her father tells her not to touch a hot stove. When she touches it, how does she remember not to make the same mistake?"

There was a long moment before the embarrassed Rakul realized he wanted an answer. "She... she burns herself?"

"Pain," Taylor said. With that, he brought his hand down hard on Rakul's ass. There was a loud smack, almost as loud as the cry of surprise she let out. She tried to rise, but his other hand had moved up to the back of her neck, holding her down. She tried to reach behind her with one hand to push him away, but that only removed her support, and her face fell, cheek first, onto the surface of the desk.

"It will only hurt a little," Taylor said calmly, tugging up the hem of her skirt onto her waist. "So that you remember."

His hand came down again, this time on the other cheek. Rakul's cry wasn't as loud. Instead, she gritted her teeth against the sting on her ass. A few more strikes, and the hot tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, they stopped, and Taylor's hand was a gentle caress against her reddened skin. She could feel it throbbing as she dared to breathe.

"You have a great ass," Taylor said. "It looks even better like this." He hooked a finger in the waist of her panties, pulling them down to her knees. His touch returned, curling over the curve of her ass, his finger tracing down the center. Rakul burned with embarrassment. She felt his finger slide between the folds between her legs, and realized by how easily his finger moved that she was wet. He didn't enter her, merely sliding the traces of arousal up and down.

"The personality test wasn't wrong," he mused. "You like being dominated, don't you?"

"Please..." Rakul gasped. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, sir."

He spanked her again, letting her cry ring in the air before raining another round of strikes down on her already abused ass. When he was done, she was gasping, her makeup smeared by her tears.

"Do you still need this job?" he asked. Rakul could only nod against the surface of the desk. He struck her ass again. "Use your voice."

"Yes. Yes, sir, I need this job!"

Taylor smiled. "I thought so. Are you going to mess up my files again?"

"No, sir. I promise, I won't."

Finally, he stepped away from her, his touch left her ass, and the pressure holding her down to the desk vanished. She was hesitant to straighten up for a moment. When she did, she reached first for her panties, to cover herself.

"No," Taylor said sternly, and she froze. "Take those off."

Caught in his gaze, Rakul slowly stepped out of her panties. She picked them up from the floor, and her boss held out his hand for them. She handed them over.

"In fact," he said, running his fingers over the soft cotton, "don't wear any panties to work anymore. You don't need them. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Rakul said, watching him toy with her underwear. She had tugged her skirt down to cover herself-- he hadn't objected to that. The tight fabric put pressure on the throbbing of her ass, but it was better than standing exposed in his office.

"Good. You can pick up these papers, and get them re-organized, then continue your filing."

As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, he sat down in his office chair, stuck her panties in his top drawer, and attended to his computer. Rakul dropped down to her knees amid the sea of papers, focusing on attoning for her mistake.

--- --- ---

Rakul had thought for a long time about whether or not to return to work the next day. She had fixed up her ruined makeup as best as she could in the bathroom before anyone had seen, and acted cheerful for Leticia when she left for the day. She hadn't been able to sit down on the train home, since her ass was still throbbing from the spanking. She felt like everyone on the train knew, just like they all knew she wasn't wearing anything under her short, clingy skirt, just like they all knew how wet she had gotten when Mr. Taylor had pushed her against that desk and punished her. She was wet even thinking of it now. When she got home and showered, she looked at the light violet bruises on her ass. They weren't too dark-- would likely be gone by morning-- but were a glaring reminder of her mistake.

 

[hotaks]

She kept replaying it in her mind. There was the pain, yes, but there was also that tingling senstation that flowed through her when he had touched her-- ran his finger down between her ass cheeks, along the wet lips of her sex. She hadn't wanted him to stop. She had wanted him to push into her, with more than just his fingers.

It wasn't until her mother called, asking her about her new job-- with the hidden subtext asking how long it would be until she would fail at that, too-- that Rakul accepted reality. There was no way she could quit, not and face the disappointment of her parents. She would just have to try not to make any more mistakes.

The next day, she was back on the train, wearing a different short skirt and tall heels, prepared to do her best for Mr. Taylor. She wore panties beneath the skirt, only because the skirt she chose was looser, and it would be just her luck to have a stray gust of wind show the world her assets if she didn't. Before she got on the elevator, she ducked into the bathroom, slid them off in a stall, and tucked them in her purse.

It was fortunate she did. After meeting Leticia's usually energetic greeting, she headed down to her desk. Taylor's office door was open, and he was already there. He looked up from his work when he saw her, and she tried her best to mimic Leticia's warm smile. He smiled back at her.

"Miss Rakul, could you come in here for a moment?"

Rakul's heart began to pound. The memory of his hand against her ass made her skin tingle. She stepped inside his office with trepidation.

"Yes, sir?"

"I have a list of tasks for you this morning. I sent it to you in an email, however, I'd like you to make the phone calls before anything else. I don't think I put it first on the list."

"Of course," she said uncertainly. "I'll get right on it."

"Thank you," he said, turning back to his work. Rakul breathed a sigh of relief. As she turned to go, his voice called out to her again. "One more thing."

She turned back to him, meeting the intensity of his stare. "Dress code check."

Rakul held out her hands, looking down at her outfit. She had a button-down shirt tucked into a loose, but short skirt, and the same heels as she had worn the day before.

"Unbutton that top button," Taylor advised. "Otherwise it makes you look too stiff."

Rakul nodded, and undid the top button of her blouse. "Otherwise, is it okay?"

"It is," Taylor said. "As long as you're following the additional rule I gave you yesterday."

Rakul flushed, thinking of the panties in her purse, and the second pair that might still be in his desk drawer.

"I... I am, sir."

"Show me."

With a quick glance out the still open door into the hall, she took a few steps towards his desk. Slowly, with trembling fingers, she lifted up the hem of her skirt, revealing the bare and moistening secret beneath. He smiled at her.

"Good. I like a girl who can follow instructions."

Rakul let the hem of her skirt drop.

"It will also serve as a good reminder to be careful with your work. I'd like you to finish most of the list before lunch, if you could."

"Yes. I'll do my best for you, Mr. Taylor."

--- --- ---

When she put her mind to it, Rakul was actually an efficient administrative assistant. She made phone calls, scheduled meetings, processed data, made copies, and typed up meeting notes dutifully. The rest of her first week passed without incident, Mr. Taylor only checking that she complied with dress code one additional time before Friday. She hadn't made any mistakes, and hadn't had need of any more punishment. On Friday afternoon, he called her into his office just before she was scheduled to leave for the day. She entered with less hesitation than she had previously.

"Yes, sir?"

Taylor smiled up at her. "You've done very good work this week, Miss Rakul," he said. "I knew I made a good decision in hiring you."

"Thank you, sir." Rakul tried not to smile too widely. It felt good to succeed after so much failure.

"Because all of the paperwork needs to get processed through the system, you likely won't get your first paycheck for another week and a half," he said. "But I've pulled some petty cash for you, and I'd like you to have it."

He picked up an envelope from his desk, and held it out to her. She approached, trying not to seem too eager.

"Are... are you sure?"

"Of course. Go out and have some fun. Go shopping. Whatever you want. You've earned it."

Her hand brushed his as she took the envelope from him. She flushed. He only smiled.

--- --- ---

That weekend, she did go shopping with one of her roommates, Amber. She needed more work skirts, outfits that looked as stylish and alluring as Leticia's always did. They hunted through the boutiques, looking for deals, wanting to make their student incomes go as far as possible. Rakul tugged out a tiny skirt, only enough to cover the barest bits of her body.

"This is cute," she said, holding it out to Amber, modeling it against herself.

"Sure, for the weekend," Amber said.

"I can wear it to work. Leticia has one just like it."

Amber raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were a secretary, not a stripper."

"Ha, ha," Rakul said, tucking the skirt in the crook of her arm. "It's a very cutting-edge business. We need to look hot for the clients. Makes a good first impression."

Amber rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say."

--- --- ---

With a new wardrobe that showed just a little more skin, Rakul was eager to return to work the next week. She found she was beginning to enjoy the stares she got on the train, the whistles from the construction site between the train platform and the office building, the silent attentions of the junior partners at the office, the intense gaze and smile of approval of her boss. Like Leticia told her, she looked hot. If you've got it, flaunt it.

There were important meetings scheduled for that week, meetings that Rakul herself had arranged the week previously, all with big-name, important clients. She made sure to greet each one warmly in the waiting room, lead them back to Mr. Taylor's office, knowing they were all looking at the outline of her ass and the bare backs of her thighs as she did so. She had just led one particularly hungry-looking businessman back to Mr. Taylor's office when Leticia called from the reception desk.

"Mr. Johnson's here for a ten-thirty appointment," she said, her voice a little rushed.

Rakul frowned. "But... but I just walked Mr. Taylor's ten-thirty into his office."

"Take a look at the schedule, hun. I think you double booked it."

With mounting horror, Rakul clicked through screens and brought up the schedule. Her eyes scanned the details, trying to find a way where it wasn't her fault. She had scheduled both of those meetings, made the calls, sent the verification emails. The skin on her ass started to tingle in memory of the last time she had messed up. In a hushed, panicked voice, she pleaded for Leticia's wisdom.

"What do I do?!"

"Better come explain the situation to Mr. Johnson as nice as you can and reschedule," Leticia said. "And then explain it even nicer to Mr. Taylor."

Sheepishly, Rakul crept out to the reception area, to meet a grumpy-looking middle aged man who seemed to suffer from both jet lag and indigestion. She tried to explain as best she could, and although he was calm, he clearly wasn't happy. She rescheduled, using Leticia's computer, apologizing profusely and triple-checking to make sure she didn't make the same mistake. She slunk back to her desk.

When Taylor exited, laughing with the client he did meet with, Rakul rose, ready to brave the punishment he would dole out on her after her explanation. She didn't get to say anything, though-- Taylor told her he would be going out to lunch with the client, leaving her to stew in misery until he returned.

When he did, his expression had changed completely. When she saw him coming down the hallway, she rose, ready to apologize. His piercing gaze kept the words from leaving her throat.

"Please follow me into my office, Miss Rakul." His tone was curt, uncompromising. Knees shaking, she did. He held the door for her, and shut it behind her, before crossing to stand before her. She couldn't bring herself to look at him.