Not Exactly My Secretary

Hi, this is Vikram Jindal. I am 30, living in Mumbai, unmarried. Let’s just say among the better men out there right now. By appearance I am lean and athletic, cute face, deep voice, short hair, strong arms, and a wheat-ish complexion to go with it.

This is a story that continues to surprise me to date. When it comes to my work I have always been passionate about it and never allowed my desires to creep in. This one time though, the girl who came in for the interview just got my blood rushing all across my body.

Priyanka Singh, as she called herself, is about 5′ 4″ high. she walked into my cabin wearing a parrot green saree with a pink pallu. I could say that she is beautiful. She has long hair running across her back, a cute face with big eyes, fair complexion. She is about 32B-28-32 in body stats.

In a nutshell, she is a woman from whom I would not be able to take my eyes off after just one look. I work in a field associated with glamour where time and relationships matter the most. I have been good with the relationships but lately, I was facing difficulties keeping a track of my meetings and miscellaneous responsibilities.

So I decided to hire a secretary and gave a newspaper ad offering a healthy sum of money. About 20% more than industry standards as I was in urgent need. Priyanka was the 12th candidate I was interviewing. Of the 11 I had already interviewed all were women and I had liked none.

I had about 3 ladies including Priyanka sitting outside waiting for me that day. I entered the office from the back door. After settling down asked my office boy to send the first lady in. Priyanka knocked at the door. I was updating myself with the new outfits my designer sent, the current fund flows, the status of the existing project, etc on my tablet.

“Come in,” I said while continuing to be busy with the pad. She said thanks as she walked in. I glanced at her and continued to work on my device to quickly send out to-dos for the day to my team. In the process, I pointed to the chair in front of me without looking up and said, “Please have a seat, Priyanka.”

I took a couple of minutes to finish my work. I placed the pad on my desk and looked into her eyes and asked, “Why should I hire you Priyanka?”

Priyanka (PS): “Well sir, I am well educated and enthusiastic about my work.”

I had heard this so many times that I wanted to ask her to leave right there but she looked so innocent, so pure and so beautiful that I could not just be rude to her. So I gave her another chance.

Me: “How does that make you different from the ones sitting outside?”

PS: “Ok sir, my unique qualities are that I can work hard. I am humble. I am very obedient to my employer”

By now I had already made up my mind that I had to continue my search for a secretary. But somehow I just could not tell that to her. Maybe because I did not want her to go.

Me: “Why this job?”

PS: “I am in need, sir.”

Me: “What do you mean to say when you say you are in need?”

PS: “I am undergoing a divorce, sir. My parents are retired and my brother is still studying. I need the money for survival.”

This was very surprising for me because till now I was thinking of her to be in her early twenties. At this point to just snap out of the feeling of shock and to avoid conversation with her for a few minutes. I took her file and started to read her CV.

Me: “Look Priyanka, you seem qualified enough for the job. But I need someone more dynamic in the way she carries herself. Because she would often have to interact with celebs and designers and different members of the team who are not easy to manage.”

PS: “I think I can do that, sir.”

I looked up to her and noticed that her pallu had dropped a little. It showed her right boob covered by her blouse with her nipple poking out from it. At the moment I did not appreciate it. So I looked at her with a little bit of irritation. She seemed to realize it and adjusted her outfit.

Me: “Ok Priyanka, I’ll give you a chance. I have a party to attend tonight and I’d like you to come with me as my secretary. I’ll be seeing how you work through it.”

She was excited by the offer and seemed to think she got the job. I was surprised by what I had offered. Because I don’t think a secretary even had any work to do at that party. So why did I invite her to it was a mystery to me.

I reached the venue dressed in a black dinner jacket and started to connect with my usual socials. I had forgotten about Priyanka. As I headed to the bar a voice called out to me, as I turned to the right I saw Priyanka there in a black saree with a pink pallu. This one was a saree that showed quite a lot of skin.

Me: “Oh, hi.” I could see she had already had a couple of drinks

PS: “Hi sir, what would you like me to do?”

Me: “Just go out there and interact with as many people as you can and then we’ll talk”

She was taken aback but said ok. I took my glass and moved to the people I needed to meet for my next project. Through the party, she would often be seen clicking selfies with celebs and meeting the people around me. I could tell that she was meeting those who I had already met.

She also definitely had a drinking problem because I would often see her gulping down a drink at the bar. It was not too far then that I saw her be seemingly drunk. I had to pull her out of the party to prevent the loss of my reputation.

Me: “Please head home Priyanka, you seem to have had too much.”

PS: “Sorry sir, It’s just… I am sorry.”

Me: “Where do you stay? I’ll drop you home.”

PS: “XXXX” (She named an area in Mumbai)

As I drove by myself that day to have a go at my new car. I cursed myself for not having my driver and having to drive over 30 km up and down the city to just drop her. The drive was pretty uneventful as she was asleep. I was too pissed to interact with her so I focused on the driving.

As we reached her place I woke her up and helped her out of my car. But she asked me to help her with her house because she did not want her family to see her in the current state. It would be difficult for her to stay silent. I agreed and parked the car and headed upstairs with her.

As she was getting into the lift she hit her leg to the door of the lift rather clumsily. I had to prevent her from falling. She cried in pain holding her knee. I helped her into the lift and held her as we moved up to her floor. I continued cursing myself to get involved in this.

We reached the door of her house and she gave me keys from her purse. I carefully opened the door and helped her silently limp to the bedroom and lay her on the bed.

Me: “Goodnight Priyanka, lets talk when you are sober.”

PS: “Sir, Please one moment, could you please bring me some ice from the kitchen.”

Me: “Phew! ok”

I sneaked out from her bedroom to her kitchen and found an icebox on the platform with some used glasses. ‘The drinking problem seems to be in the family,’ I said to myself. I searched the freezer and filled up the icebox and went back into her bedroom.

By then Priyanka had raised her saree to her thigh revealing her impeccable legs. She sat on the bed trying to blow air on her knee from her mouth. Her pallu was lying at the side of the bed. I coughed a little as what I saw was good but not good enough for me to stay.

I placed the icebox on the table and asked for her leave. but she held my hand and asked me to sit next to her on the bed. I sat there as she looked into my eyes and requested me to apply ice on her knee. She sat there in just a blouse showing a lot of her cleavage and belly.

She pulled her saree back all the way to her pelvis raising her leg up. I was used to all this with several women offering this to me for different professional favors. But I don’t know what got over me that day. I took the ice and started to apply it carefully to the area of her knee that had turned red.

PS: “Ssss!”

She moaned placing both her hands on the bed behind her making her chest protrude outwards making her boobs move in sync with her breathing. I looked into her eyes as she looked into mine. I continued to apply the ice while she moaned keeping her eyes locked with mine.

I could feel her foot on my thigh moving gently close to my crotch.

PS: “Do you have a woman, sir?”

Me: “Not exactly, why?”

PS: “Then I don’t think it would be cheating to do this.”

She bent forward and locked lips with me in a sudden and quick action. Breathing deep and throwing herself at me, giving me no opportunity to resist. I was shocked at first and then confused. Then her move started to get me. I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.

I ran the fingers of my left hand on her waist and said, “You want to cheat?”

PS: “Yes sir, I want to, right now, right here, without wasting any time.”

I ran the nails of my right hand starting from the back of her neck, lightly down her spine and right to her tail bone. She closed her eyes and moaned by letting out air from her mouth. I brought my lips close to hers and allowed our breaths to intertwine with each other.

She responded by opening her lips. I held her tight at her waist and pulled her closer to me. I paused to look into her eyes, “I’ll make you my woman tonight.” I said as I placed my lips softly on hers waiting for her to respond. She started to kiss me back bringing her hands to my hair.

I intensified the kiss. She responded by breathing harder and pulling me closer to her by my hair making me lay over her. Her legs spread and my pelvis positioned in between them. I pushed both my hands under her saree as I allowed her to control the kiss.

I started to caress her bare thighs lightly with the warm palm of both my hands. “Ahhh,” she moaned as she kissed me harder literally messing up my hair. I got involved in the kiss and pushed my tongue into her mouth. My left hand moved up to grab her right boob.

I squeezed it slowly and softly with my right hand making way to her panty and running its fingers lightly. But with a little pressure on her pussy lips over her panty.

“Ahhhh,” she moaned again and a little louder this time to break the kiss and look into my eyes. She said, “Your touches are making me go crazy, sir.” I said nothing as I locked lips with her again and our tongues met. I started to breathe deeper and placed my left hand on her lower back pressing against her back to keep it straight.

With the right hand, I pushed my fingers in her panty and brushed my fingers lightly on her clit. “Sir!” she moaned as I pulled her up making her sit in my lap with her legs around my waist. I continued to kiss her deep while reaching out to the icebox behind.

I grabbed a cube of ice and rubbed it across her spine slowly starting from the back of her neck to her back to her waist. “Shit! Fuck!” she said as she closed her eyes tight and took deep breaths. I got up from the bed as I pushed her flat on it and turned her around for her back to face me.

I pulled her hair aside. I slowly licked off the trail of water from the ice cube across her spine. She lifted herself up a bit and moaned, “Shit Sir!” I held the ice water in my mouth. I undid her blouse and unhooked her bra. I opened them wide to expose her naked back to me.

I reached for the back of her neck. I let out all the ice-cold water from my mouth on the back of her neck. She shivered and shrieked, “Ohhh!” I started to breathe out warm air on the back of her neck before kissing it softly. I grabbed her hair tight and pulled her head up in slightly rough action.

I bent forward and kissed the front left of her neck while breathing deep. My left hand rubbed against her ribs just below her left boob very softly. I could feel goosebumps on her body. “Ahhh,” she moaned as I tugged at her hair a little harder and started to slowly kiss her neckline while breathing out on it.

I turned her around to face me. I locked lips with her and pulled her saree up to her waist. I pushed her panty down to her knee to brush my fingers lightly on her clit teasing her. She shrieked and shivered. I lifted her up a little, pulled off her blouse and bra and threw it aside.

I took another ice cube and dropped it on her neckline and allowed it to slide down to her cleavage stopping at her navel. She moaned. I came down to her navel where the ice cub sat to melt. I started to breath warm air around the ice cube to which she started to twitch her body.

She grabbed the bedsheet tight with one hand and my hair with the other. I looked up to her and she had her eyes closed. She was heaving and her nipples were erect. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I locked my eyes with hers and started to sip on the ice water off her navel.

I spread her pussy lips and started to rub my fingers across the lining of her pussy which was leaky wet. “Aaaahhhhh!” she screamed. I got startled and grabbed her mouth with the left hand. She continued to moan. I could feel her body tense and her pussy flutter as I felt streams of hot juices from her pussy splatter my palm.

I allowed her to start breathing normally again. I started to lightly scratch her pussy lining with my fingernails. I moved up and maintaining my stare in her eyes. I took her right nipple in my ice-cold mouth between my ice-cold lips and gave the tip a lick with my warm tongue.

“Mmmmm!” she let out a muffled moan as she moved my left hand off her mouth. She held my hair and pushed my mouth onto her boob moaning like a wild animal, “Ah! Sir suck me! yes!” I started to suck on her nipple making sounds as I pushed my finger into her pussy.

I twisted it inside her pussy to allow my nail to scratch against her inside walls “Ugghhhh!” she grunted as her face flushed red and tears started to trickle down her cheeks. She looked at me with lust like I own her. I stopped sucking her nipple and moved up to her while continuing to look into her eyes.

I grabbed her face in both my hands as I said, “You are just mine tonight!”

I’ll continue this story further in the next part. I’d like responses to it from all of you and especially the ladies to know what do they expect in the next part. You can connect with me on [email protected]