The Corporate Slave
Jan 2019: I joined Deepu’s team. I was like a corporate slave. There isn’t a single male, including the security guards of our Gurgaon office, who doesn’t want to fuck our sales manager. Deepanjali is simply irresistible. She’s a hot Punjabi girl with natural assets. She also does Pilates to shape her voluptuous body. I’ve spent many hours trying to count the number of ways in which her lower body is curved. There are steep slopes on both sides of her torso, from her boobs to waist. There is a curve from her mid-back to a raised bubble butt. The hips start curving down to her thighs. Even her crotch is slightly curved down, and her flat abs have a slight ridge that curves inward from navel to deep cleavage. To top it all, she had her belly button pierced recently and got her long hair cut into steps. I regularly fantasized about kissing every inch of her curves and pulling her hair while banging her in the doggy style. I was forced to shed all decency and shag in the office bathroom many times. Feb 2020: She’s my Valentine Deepu and I were in an unknown relationship for more than one year. I’m Shiven, 25 years old handsome Jat, very fair and a 6 footer. I joined as an intern and worked my way up to a senior associate level before joining Deepu’s team. Deepu had joined as a management trainee and become a senior manager. In our corporate journey, we had shared many happy moments and become best friends. I was a bashful guy but always managed to get along with Deepu. She knew I had a crush on her but maintained her ignorance of the fact. We were in a comfort zone with each other. She would bring coffee for me, while I would hold her hand at the slightest excuse, even if she had to get down from the office cab. I’d cook for her and bring lunch every day. She would comment on my food, like the rich spoilt girl who never stepped into the kitchen. In loud places, she touched her boob on my chest and speak in my ear, swinging her silky hair seductively in my face. It was such a nice feeling that we didn’t want to ruin by having a messy affair. She didn’t mind, rather loved it, when I gave her a red rose on Valentine’s Day. That evening her rich husband sent her diamond earrings and flew out of town for business. She took me to CP, and we partied till 2am. We could’ve fucked that night, but our friendship was too precious to lose. May 2020: We hit troubled waters. Our company supplies packaged food to airlines. We were struggling due to flight restrictions during the lockdown. After a particularly stressful day, I tried to lighten Deepu’s mood and approached her with some food samples. She tasted some olive salad, but her mind was elsewhere. Concerned, I asked her: Shiven: What up? Deepu: Annie (client) is leading us nowhere. Shiven: She’s a bitch. Ignore her. Deepu: It’s not that simple. I’m on a performance plan A ‘performance plan’ meant that Deepanjali had to meet her targets in 6 months or face the consequences. So she asked me to set up a meeting with Annie. After I chased Annie for 2 weeks, we finally met one evening at a 5-star hotel. I have to admit, the bitchy Annie was a hot property from Chennai. She had a dusky golden complexion and a trim figure with flat abs. Her suggestive smile and kinky attitude were giving me a boner. She had come along with a senior male colleague. When we said goodbye, the stocky man with greying hair hugged Deepu like he owned her. Deepu was flustered and called me to the women’s room. I had a gut feeling that the client must’ve asked her for sexual favors. She looked at me and spoke seriously. Deepu: Dammit, we don’t have any choice. Shiven: No way, Deepu, you’re too rich to care for this job. Just say no. I was very possessive about Deepu and angry that someone was trying to get her booty. Jun 2020: A big compromise She’s 27, four years older than me, and married. But still, I loved her because she’s fiercely independent. It wasn’t just physical attraction. I admired her courage and cared for her as a friend. The prospect of her sleeping with that arrogant guy was breaking my heart. Still, she needed my support, so I tried to console her: Shiven: Deepu, if you have to do it, pretend it’s a bad dream and forget it. Deepu: It’s not me, dear. Annie wants “you” for the weekend I took a minute to digest the news. So Annie wanted me as a fuck buddy, and my dear Deepu had sold me out to her! I realized I had to be a proper male escort for Annie. I would go out and party with her, then make her feel special like a queen. I broke into a cold sweat. Shiven: I …er… am not sexually active Deepu: Listen to me, you’re just nervous. Make her happy, or else we’ll be literally fucked. I didn’t mind banging that bitch, but I had only recently broken my virginity with a prostitute. I wasn’t even good at missionary sex. Whenever I went to any brothel house, I lasted less than 5 minutes. Deepu was ashamed, but she had no choice. If she wanted to get Annie’s business, she had to please her. She held my hand and spoke to me: Deepu: If you’re shy, you can do it with me first I looked at Deepu like a lost dog found by its owner. I could do anything for a chance to kiss Deepu, and here she was, offering herself completely. The next day was a Saturday. Deepu turned up at my flat. I opened the door in my shorts and t-shirt. Deepu looked excited. She opened her arms for a hug with an excited, “Ta-da!” I hugged her yummy size 36 bust with a comfy, “Umm.” She was in a coffee-colored saree with her hair was open after a long time. I bunched her hair, held it on one side, and questioned with my eyes. Smiling shyly, she put two fingers in her hair, like scissors, and did a cutting action. She’d gone for a haircut that morning. The heavy blunt haircut had a sexy curve in the end.