Amishi got out of the cab, paid the driver, and walked towards the office building. She opened the glass door and walked towards the stairs, when a security guard called out to her,

“Yes madam? Can I help you?”

“I am just going upstairs.” Amishi replied.

“But there is no one there, madam. It’s all locked.” the guard replied.

“No one there?” Amishi said, checking her watch in surprise. It was just 4 pm. Very unusual for an office to be completely empty at this time.

“Yes, everyone has gone for the party.” he said.

“Party?” she asked.

“The farewell party for Mr. Bose. He is leaving the company, you know? They are having a party for him at a resort in Lonavala.” the guard said.

“Oh, I did not know that. Which resort is it at, do you know?” Amishi asked.

“Yes, the Orchid Resort.” he replied. “You can go there if you want. All employees, clients, suppliers are going to be there.”

“Alright, thank you.” said Amishi and left the building.

Amishi decided she should go to the party. What better way to meet everyone than at a party, she thought. Maybe Mr. Bose could introduce her to everyone and unofficially pass the baton, so to say. Because Amishi had come to Bombay to replace Mr. Bose as the head of the company’s Bombay branch.

The company, a medium sized outsourcing firm, was owned by Amishi’s father, Mr. Dayal. The company was headquartered in Gurgaon and had branches in Bombay and Bangalore. Mr. Bose had headed the Bombay branch right from the day it was started eight years ago. And now, he was about to leave the company and join a big multinational services firm as a vice-President.

Mr. Dayal had many businesses, ranging construction, manufacturing, hospitality to outsourcing. He had three sons, all of them heading one of the other businesses, and one daughter – Amishi, whom he had decided to groom to head the outsourcing business. Mr. Bose’s resignation gave Mr. Dayal an ideal opportunity to give Amishi some hands on experience.

Amishi Dayal, 28 years old, had just returned from the United States. She had been living in the US since she was 18, when she had gone there for her bachelor’s degree. After college, Mr. Dayal wanted his daughter to come back and join the family business. But Amishi wanted to stay on in the US for a few more years, and try working and living there as just a regular person, not a millionaire-owner’s daughter. She wanted to rise up the ladder on the basis of her ability, and not because of who her father was. And rise she did. Started at entry level in a Fortune 500 IT services firm, she had worked hard, impressed her colleagues and superiors, and in a mere six years had become a senior manager in the firm, the youngest in that division’s history.

Having achieved such success on her own dint, Amishi finally decided to agree to her father’s pestering and decided to join the family business. Her father, delighted at her success in the big American firm, decided to have her head the Bombay branch of their outsourcing business, and eventually handle the business nationwide. She was actually supposed to start her work in the office a week from now, but her father suggested that she go from Delhi to Bombay early unannounced, and meet all the senior executives so that the day Mr. Bose officially handed the reins to her, she would know everyone.

So it was a confident and enthusiastic Amishi that walked into the Orchid Resort in Lonavala two hours later. The resort staff directed her to the poolside restaurant and lawn area where a party was in full swing.

The sheer number of people there surprised Amishi. She knew that the Bombay office had about 1000 employees, but just hearing the number is one thing and actually seeing a thousand people gathered in a small place is another thing. She felt lost and confused, unsure of whom to talk to. And suddenly, the enormity of the responsibility she was about to inherit dawned upon her. Even as a senior manager in her previous job, she had not supervised more than 20-25 people. And here suddenly, she was supposed to run a branch of a 1000 people? Would they obey her, respect her? She was just a 28-year old woman about to replace a 50-year old veteran. How could she command the kind of professional conduct and dedication from her employees? Had she bitten off more than she could chew? Amishi suddenly felt nervous and felt the confidence seep out of her.

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As she was staring at the crowd around her, a waiter approached her with a tray of drinks. She absent-mindedly picked up a glass of orange liquid and sipped it. She winced at how strongly alcoholic the drink was. But maybe a strong drink was exactly what she needed to calm her frayed nerves. She sipped it faster than usual, surveying the scene around her.

And then Amishi noticed something else. Everyone was dressed very casually, in shorts, t-shirts, tank tops, sarongs, flip-flops. And she was dressed in a black formal pantsuit. Her business attire seemed comically out of place at this fun party, and sure enough, she noticed some people giving her strange looks. And she realized – at her first ever interaction with her employees, she would be overdressed. That only added to her nervousness, and she gulped the whole drink down.

A waiter appeared at once, taking the empty glass from her hand, and giving her a full one. She looked at the drink in the glass. It was brown, and seemed to be cola. But one sip, and she realized that it was Long Island Iced Tea. The drink is usually very strong, but this one was particularly potent. She started sipping it, still unable to decide whom to talk to. And that’s when she heard someone pointedly clear their throat behind her.

“Hello.” a young man said, with a wide smile on her face.

“Hi.” Amishi responded a tad too cheerfully, feeling a little buzzed from the drinks.

“You’ve come from Delhi, right?” he asked.

“Yes, I have.” Amishi replied, surprised that she had been recognized. Having been in the US for close to ten years, she had never had any contact with anyone who worked for her father. Since she worked for another company, her picture had never been published in the company’s reports or brochures either, although her father’s and brothers’ pictures were always present.”

“Well, come with me then. Mr. Bose and the other senior guys are in a suite.” the young man said, turned around and started walking.

Amishi followed him as they walked out of the poolside lawn area and through a corridor.

“Excuse me, but you are?” she asked.

“Oh, I am Dilip. I am an executive assistant to Mr. Bose. I am the one who called up your people in Delhi, and they described you, so I knew how to recognize you.” he replied.

Amishi was surprised to hear this. Her father had been the one who had insisted that this week-early visit be unannounced, so that she could see all aspects of the business as they usually were. When employees knew that a new boss was coming, they usually did their best to hide the flaws and the problems. Unannounced visits, Mr. Dayal always maintained, were essential to keep your employees on their toes. So as far as she knew, no one apart from her father, mother and her brothers knew that she was coming to Bombay.

“OK, what did they tell you exactly? And who talked to you?” Amishi asked.

“It was a Ms. Priya who I talked to I think.” Dilip said.

Priya? That was the name of her father’s secretary. Stupid woman must have blabbed about her visit. Amishi decided to call her father later and ask him to scold Priya for spoiling the whole point behind her unannounced visit.

“She told me you were the one coming.” Dilip continued. “And she described you perfectly – tall, slim, straight shiny hair, grey eyes. Nice outfit by the way.”

“Oh, thank you.” Amishi said taking another sip from the glass in her hand. “I was actually just thinking I felt quite out of place in it. Overdressed for the occasion.”

“Oh, nonsense. Actually, the pantsuit is perfect for the occasion. Gives you a very corporate executive look. As for being overdressed, well, in your line of work, it is better to be overdressed, at least initially.” Dilip said, leading her up a flight of stairs.

Amishi remembered that her father had told her the exact same thing. In her old company in the US, the culture was to dress casually. Even the CEO rarely wore suits. But her father said that won’t work in India. At least for the first few weeks, he told her, dress very formally. Conveys professionalism and authority. Later on, you can dress a bit more casually if you like.

“Yes, my father says the same thing.” Amishi said.

“Your father???” Dilip asked with a look of incredulity on his face. “Your father gives you advice about your….work?”

“Yes, why shouldn’t he?” Amishi asked, surprised at Dilip’s surprise, “He knows this business better than anyone else I think.”

“If you say so.” Dilip said, and walked on silently.

As they walked through a corridor, Amishi noticed a tray table, and put her empty glass on it. She realized that she had downed two strong drinks much faster than she usually did. Finally, Dilip came to a stop. He led her inside a big suite, and asked her to sit on the couch in the suite’s living room. The door to the next room was closed.

“Just a second, I’ll let them know you are here.” Dilip said, and knocked on the door.

The door opened and a middle aged man’s bald head poked out. Dilip whispered something to him, and he whispered back, looking at Amishi. They spoke in whispers like that for a few seconds, and the bald head went back inside and the door was shut.

“They are all in a meeting. Let’s wait here for a while. I’ve told him to let the others know that you are here, so they’ll try to wrap up the meeting soon.

” Dilip said.

“Who all is in there?” Amishi asked.

“Mr. Bose of course. The man this party is in the honor of. By the way, please keep that in mind. This whole thing is mainly for Mr. Bose’s benefit. Everyone else present here is secondary. It is all about Mr. Bose. It’s his day, or rather his night now. Hope you know what I mean.” he said.

“Yes, I understand.” Amishi said nodding her head. Dilip, a loyal executive assistant was probably worried that the welcome for the new boss, who was the owner’s daughter, might overshadow the farewell for Mr. Bose. She decided not to step into the limelight too much. “Who else is in there?”

“There’s Mr. Desai the finance VP, Mr. Singh the Sales VP, Mr. Kulkarni, the Marketing Chief, Mr. Shah from HR, whom you just saw, and then Mr. Reddy the Operations VP.” Dilip said. “But remember, no matter what the others say or do, this night is all about Mr. Bose.”

“Yeah, OK.” Amishi said. The mention of all the main executives made that sinking feeling in her stomach return. She would have to think about all these things – finance, sales, marketing, HR, operations. In her old job, she was only in charge of one thing. Here….this was going to be so overwhelming.

“What are they discussing in there?” she asked.

“Oh, boring stuff really. Just giving him a summary of all the things in their domains. The pluses and minuses, strengths and weaknesses and all that.” Dilip said.

“That sounds interesting. Maybe I should go in too!” Amishi said.

“Haha, no, trust me, it will just bore you out of your mind. The time for you to go in is later. Just sit here. Actually,” Dilip walked to a cabinet in the side of the room and opened the minibar, revealing a lot of liquor bottles, “let me pour us both something to drink. You look a tad nervous. Maybe this will help.”

Dilip walked towards her with a big bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. He filled them both, and handed one to Amishi.

“There you go. Bottoms up!” he said and downed the whole shot. Amishi also did the same, feeling her throat burn with the tequila. She winced and looked at Dilip.

“I usually don’t drink much, you know. And this is my third drink in like 15 minutes. I don’t know why, I am just feeling very nervous today.” she said.

“I understand. I can’t imagine being in your position, obviously, but if I were, I’d be nervous too.” Dilip said. “Here, have one more.”

“No, no, I mustn’t.” Amishi said.

“Come on. Just one more. To give me company. I am nervous too, you know?” Dilip said and poured the tequila again. Once more, both of them downed the shots and winced.

“Why are you…nev..nev…nervous?” Amishi said slurring, and realizing that she had started to cross the line from buzzed into drunk.

“Well, because frankly…. being around too many bosses makes me nervous even usually. And tonight.” Dilip said, also slurring a bit. “Plus, you are just so beautiful. Even that pantsuit can not hide the fact that you have a hot body.”

“Hehehe, thank you.” Amishi giggled flirtatiously… and then suddenly realized… this is not something she should allow a subordinate of hers to say. “Dilip….” she continued

“What?” Dilip said, pouring himself another shot of tequila.

“Dilip…that is very inop…inop…” Amishi struggled to get the word right “Very inappropriate. Remember, you are just an executive assistant to Mr. Bose.”

“Yes, sorry.” he said, downing his third shot in minutes, “I only meant to compliment you.”

“That’s fine. Just don’t” Amishi said, and then suddenly wagging her finger and breaking into a mild laughter she continued “don’t let it happen again or I will punish you.”

Amishi was giggling like a college girl for some reason, and despite wanting to stop, she was unable to. Dilip also started laughing. He was about to say something when the phone rang. He answered it, and said to Amishi,

“I am sorry, I need to see to something. I’ll be back soon. If they call you in, go in. Best of luck.”

And Dilip left. Amishi sat there, drunk, thinking about what to say to everyone. She closed her eyes, and rested back on the couch. About ten minutes later, the door opened and a waiter came in, pushing a cart of food and cocktails. He knocked on the door, and the same bald head of Mr. Shah poked out.

“Oh, the food and drinks are here.” he said looking back inside the room. He stood back and opened the door to let the waiter roll the cart in. He then looked at Amishi, smiled and said, “You can come in too now, Miss.”

“OK.” Amishi said and got up. She took one step, but wobbled uncertainly and fell back on the couch. She was now quite drunk. “I am sorry” she slurred.

“That’s fine, let me help you.” Shah said and stepping forward, offered her a hand. Amishi grabbed his hand and got up. Shah put an arm around her to hold her steady and lead her inside the room.

The room seemed to Amishi like it was spinning. Taking slow steps, she reached a couch and sat down on it, next to two middle aged men.

“Here’s our guest from Delhi. Your surprise, Mr. Bose.” Shah said.

Everybody smiled and stared at Amishi. Amishi, resting back on the couch, stared back at them.

“Let me introduce everyone. I am Shah, and these guys are Desai and Reddy next to you, Kulkarni on that chair, Singh over there. And that is Mr. Bose, our boss whom this night is in the honor of.” Shah said pointed at the relevant people.

Amishi saw that they were all middle aged men, dressed in t-shirts and shorts, in the spirit of the party.

“Tell us your name…or rather.” Shah smiled, “tell us your nickname.”

“My nickname?” Amishi slurred.

“Yes, knowing you, all of you usually have nicknames, right? What is yours?” Shah asked.

“Pinky.” Amishi said and started giggling. That was the name that everyone in her family called her by.

“Pinky? That’s a very sweet name.” said Desai, who was seated next to her, with a smile on his face.

“Yes, my nickname is Pinky.” Amishi said looking at him squarely, “You see, Daddy said that when I was born my skin was very pink. And my Mommy would always dress me up in pink. So Daddy said I looked completely pink, and everyone started calling me Pinky.”

“Interesting.” said Bose from the other end of the room. “Do you always talk so much about your Daddy and Mommy at such times?”

Amishi started giggling some more. After a while she stopped giggling and said,

“Sorry, I am just a bit tipsy. I had a lot to drink waiting for you.”

“Oh, I see.” Desai said. “Well, then we must also drink together.”

He gestured to the waiter, and he brought a glass in front of Amishi. She took it tentatively and said,

“I really shouldn’t. I have already had so much. I don’t want to act all silly and make a bad first impression on you.”

“Aww, don’t worry.” Desai said, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. “You have already made a great first impression on us.”

A small voice in Amishi’s brain told her to brush Desai’s hand away. But he had grabbed her in a very cozy manner, and her head felt nice rested on his shoulder.

“Really?” she said looking into Desai’s eyes.

“Really. Have your drink. It’s scotch – 18 years old. How old are you?” he asked.

“I am 28. Don’t you know?” she said. “I thought all of you must have already been talking about my age. After all you are all so much older.”

“You know, you don’t look 28 at all” Singh said. “I’d have guessed your age to be 20. You have taken really good care of yourself.”

“Thank you.” Amishi said, sipping the scotch. “But now that the age thing has come up, let me…let me talk about it.”

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Amishi pushed Desai’s arm away and tried to stand up. Again, she lost her footing and fell back on the couch. As she did, half the scotch in her glass spiller all over her blazer, and on Desai’s shirt.

“Oh shit, I am so sorry.” she slurred. “I just couldn’t stand up.”

“That’s OK.” Desai said, “Here, let me help you take your blazer off. It’s got scotch all over it.”

He took the drink from her hand and kept it on the table. He then put his hand on the lapel of her blazer, and pulled it back. Amishi stretched her hands back and let him take it off. She was now sitting there in her shirt.

“Okay, about my age.” she slurred again “I am sorry, Mr. Bose, I know this night is all about you, but I want to say a few words to the rest of these gentlemen, if it is okay with you.”

“Sure.” Mr. Bose said with a mix of confusion and amusement.

“Okay, gentlemen.” she said looking at them and trying to gather some words. “So I am 28. We know that. And you are all in your 40s and 50s. But that only makes you older. And me younger. Nothing more. You know what I mean?”

The men smiled at each other and nodded.

“So what I am saying is, age is age. Remember that age has nothing to do with how you perform.” she continued.

“Well, it has something to do with performance for sure.” Reddy said and started laughing. All the men in the room started laughing too, and this annoyed Amishi.

“Stop. Don’t laugh. What I am saying is, what matters to me is performance and to you too it should matter as well, that is my performance. It is all about performance.” Amishi said, sensing that she was rambling, “Anyway, what I am saying is, just because I am younger does not mean you can push me around. I deserve respect too.”

“Sure, sure, we respect women like you a lot!” Singh said and they all started laughing again.

“Okay, Singh, that…. that is very rude of you. I don’t like it. You understand?” Amishi said, raising her voice. “Remember, just because I am younger than you does not mean I will shy from riding you all hard. If I don’t get the performance I expect, I will ride you all very hard.

Get it?”

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There were murmurs and cackles all around the room, and this annoyed Amishi even more.

“Are you all listening?” she shouted.

Shah responded by coming close to her, with a tall drink in his hand. He looked around at the rest of them and said,

“OK, Pinky. We understand. But first, you must have this drink.”

With that, he grabbed Amishi’s hair from behind, made her face upwards and put the glass at her mouth. She tried to say something in protest, but Shah started pouring the drink, the scotch down her throat. She had no choice but to gulp it down. And yet, Shah was pouring the drink so fast that a lot of it spilled and dribbled out the side of her mouth and ran down to her shirt and underneath. Finally, Shah had emptied the whole drink, half of it down Amishi’s throat and half of it down her shirt.

“You asshole!” Amishi slurred very slowly and looked at her white shirt. It was drenched in sticky scotch. When he looked up, she saw all the men apart from Mr. Bose had gathered around her. The extra alcohol in her system started showing its effect and her head started spinning,

“Oh no, your shirt is dirty now. Take it off.” Reddy said laughing.

“No!” Amishi said. She tried to say it strongly, but it came out very weakly.

Amishi vaguely sensed that someone was unbuttoning her shirt. It was Desai. “How dare you” she tried to say, but instead what she ended up saying was – “Howdrooooo”. She tried to stop him using her hands, but he easily brushed her resistance away. In a few seconds, Amishi’s shirt was unbuttoned and her boobs contained in her 34C bra were visible to everyone.

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“Man, look at those tits!” Amishi heard someone say, and suddenly she felt hands all over her bra. A finger went inside the cup and felt her nipples. Amishi sat there, convinced that whatever was happening was very wrong and she should put a stop to it, and fire everyone on the spot. Here she was, their new boss, trying to talk to the, and they were feeling her up like she was some street tart.

“You all are fired!” she shouted, even as her hands were trying in vain to stop the men from mauling her boobs. That was met by laughter in response, and someone said,

“Looks like Pinky takes roleplays really seriously!”

Amishi realized that her shirt was now being pushed off her shoulders and someone was trying to unhook her bra. Within seconds, her naked boobs would be in full view of her subordinates. But as she was worrying about that, her brain detected a new intrusion. Someone’s hand was at her waist, unbuttoning her pants. Just as she was about to reach down with her hands and stop that, she felt her hands being pulled up straight. Her shirt 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.

“No, what are you all doing? I will fire you all.” Amishi slurred.

That’s when she felt her pants loosen. They had been completely unbuttoned and unzipped. She looked down and saw Shah dig his fingers into her waistband and pull. She struggled, but all the alcohol meant that she did not have any fight left in her.

“Come on Pinky, be a nice girl and raise your ass.” Shah said. She refused to comply. But Desai grabbed her waist and effortlessly lifted her up a few inches off the couch, and Shah pulled again. He pulled her pants and her underwear down at once, and pulled them off her ankles. Amishi was now sitting in front of her subordinates, completely naked.

Once she was fully stripped, all the men took a couple of steps back, as if to survey her body.

“Wow, what a hot babe.”

“Look at those huge tits…and so firm and perfect.”

“Her pussy is shaved. I like that.”

“What a flat stomach…this whore surely works out.”

These were some of the comments that were flying around the room when suddenly a loud voice said,

“THAT’S ENOUGH!!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!!”

The men looked back in deference and saw that Bose was glaring at them. Amishi was relieved to see someone sane intervene and stop this madness. She put her left hand on her pussy to hide it and her right hand across her nipples, and stared downwards.

Bose got up and slowly waked towards Amishi. He stood next to her and ran his hand over her hair gently,

“You assholes, this is no way to treat such a beautiful lady.” he said, “She is not some 100 rupee whore you bang in the red light district. Show some class. Show some sophistication. And learn to be gentle.”

Amishi felt heartened by Bose’s words and started looking around to find her clothes to put them back on. But right then, she felt something right in front of her face. It was Mr. Bose’s face. He stared into her eyes and she stared into his. Gradually his lips approached hers. And before she could even comprehend what was happening, he was kissing her. Softly, gently, and yet passionately.

Amishi’s brain told her to resist, but her body started to betray her. She had not been kissed like this for a while….heck she had not been kissed for a while. The last time she had been with a man was with her ex-boyfriend almost a year ago. Since then she had immersed herself in work, and had found neither the time nor the motivation to date. So her passion-starved body started responding on its own to Bose’s skillful kissing.

If there was any part of her still willing to break away, Bose’s next move put paid to that. With his left hand he reached down and touched her clit. Very adroitly, he started stroking it and playing with it. After that, Amishi 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 Bose responded by running a finger over her pussy lips even as other fingers kept working the clit. The wetness was undeniable. Amishi’s body had been starving for some male contact, and now that it was getting some, it was enjoying it.

Boss finally broke the kiss, and Amishi inhaled loudly. She stared into Bose’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. Until it was between her legs. Bose’s left hand now moved away from her clit and up to her right breast. His right hand grabbed her left breast. And his tongue started doing what his fingers had been doing, only to more pleasant effect. Amishi started moaning happily as Bose’s hands played with her nipples and his tongue worked on her clit. She closed her eyes and started enjoying the gentle waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

A minute later, Bose was still at it, but Amishi 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. She stared at it in wonderment. It had been a long time since she saw a cock at such close quarters. In college, guys who dated her had discovered that Amishi usually never sucked dick when sober, but get her drunk and she gave a blowjob like her life depended on it. Well, she was as drunk now as she had ever been. So Shah, whom the cock belonged to, met with no resistance when he guided her face towards the cock. She took it in her mouth hungrily and started sucking it hard. As she sucked the dick, Bose kept working magic with his tongue, and very shortly, Amishi felt her orgasm approach.

Bose sensed what was happening and worked harder with his tongue and Amishi started shaking and quivering. Her huge tits jiggled like jello, and that sight pushed Shah over the edge too. Amishi was thrashing and shaking in her orgasm, and Shah, 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, Amishi was sitting there, breathing heavily and contented, with her face covered in the semen of a man who was two decades older to her and was her subordinate.

At the poolside where the party was in full swing, Dilip was supervising the resort staff to make sure no supplies fell short. That is when a bellboy from the hotel told him there was someone waiting for him in the lobby. Dilip walked to the lobby and saw an attractive woman sitting there. He walked to her and she stood up and smiled at him.

“Yes? How can I help you?” Dilip asked.

“Hello, my name is Shehnaz.” she said in a seductive voice. “I am from the Premiere Escort Service in Delhi.”

“What?????” Dilip almost shouted..

“I am Shehnaz. From Delhi. The escort service. Here for the…” she looked around and dropped her voice to a whisper “..gangbang as a gift for some guy.”

Dilip just stared at her dumbfounded. He looked at her again. She was tall, slim, shiny hair, and had grey eyes. In basic appearance not very different from the woman he had left at the suite some time back. Just not as drop-dead gorgeous as the other woman was. And this woman was dressed in a tight skirt and a revealing tank-top.

“I am sorry, there seems to be some mistake. The Shehnaz from the Delhi escort service is already here.” Dilip said.

“Huh? I am the Shehnaz from Delhi. I flew all the way to Bombay and then took a taxi here.” Shehnaz said, annoyed.

“How can this be? Did your escort service send over two of you? Both named Shehnaz?” he asked.

“What are you taking about?” the woman said in a raised voice, “I am the only Shehnaz we have.”

“But…but…but..” Dilip stammered. “There is already a woman here who fit the description I got.

..similar to yours.”

“Did she say her name was Shehnaz?”

Dilip tried to remember if the other woman had ever mentioned her name. And he realized she hadn’t.

“Oh shit! Then whom did I leave there in the suite?” he slapped his head and said.

“What are you babbling about? Is this some ploy to get out of paying the 50,000 rupees that you agreed to pay?” Shehnaaz.

“No, no, I am serious. There is some other woman. Come with me. I’ll show you.”

Dilip turned and started walking towards the suite. Shehnaz picked up her bag and followed him.

Meanwhile in the suite, Amishi was being treated by the men like their personal fucktoy. After Shah, Reddy inserted his dick in her mouth which she started sucking. Bose, having made her cum with his tongue, got up and started fucking her using his dick. After they got done, Desai and Kulkarni had a go at her, fucking her really hard. Amishi had already orgasmed three more times. Almost all the men had dicks of impressive dimensions and good techniques. Singh, the Sikh, had the biggest dick of them all. He fucked her next, and Amishi felt more full in her cunt than she had ever felt before.

After getting fucked by almost all the men, and giving them blowjobs, taking their loads in her mouth, on her face, on her tits and in her hair, Amishi was getting very exhausted. The booze had now taken full effect and she started feeling groggy. Eventually, Amishi went from being an enthusiastic participant in the sex to a half-asleep naked fuck-doll being used and abused by the men any way they wanted. And use her they did. Bose got ready to go again, and had her sit on top of him, taking his dick in her pussy. Reddy got behind her and started inserting his dick in her asshole gradually. Amishi had tried anal sex only a couple of times and never liked it because it hurt. But the booze had relaxed her body so much that it did not hurt too much this time. It took some time, but eventually Reddy got it all the way in and Amishi was now being fucked in both the holes simultaneously. This scene made Singh erect again and he shoved his huge dick into her mouth, and fucked her face. I was while Amishi was experiencing the first ever triple penetration that there was a knock on the door.

Shah went to the door and asked,

“Who is it?”

“It’s Dilip, Sir.”

“One second.” Shah said and opened the door slightly. As soon as he saw a lady with Dilip, he moved behind the door to hide his nakedness. “What is it?”

“Sir, we have a situation. Let us come in.” Dilip said.

“Come back later. We are all…enjoying Bose’s gift.” Shah said, winking at Dilip.

“That’s the situation, Sir. This lady here is Shehnaz from the escort service in Delhi.”

“Hi sweetheart.” Shehnaz said seductively, “How’s it hanging?”

“Huhh?” Shah asked dumbly.

“Sir, this lady with me was supposed to be Mr. Bose’s gift. We have no idea who the other woman is.” Dilip said with a tone of urgency in his voice.

Shah mutely stepped back and opened the door to let them in. Desai and Kulkarni who were sitting on chairs naked, instinctively covered their dicks with their hands when they saw a strange woman walk in. On the couch at the other end of the room though, the three men fucking different orifices of Amishi’s body kept going.

“What’s going on, Dilip?” Desai asked.

Shah had by now found a towel lying around and wrapped it around his nakedness. Dilip explained the situation in a couple of succinct sentences, and Desai and Kulkarni also stood up in shock.

“Maybe they sent two women?” Kulkarni said.

“No, darling.” Shehnaz said, “I am the only one. I even called up our office and confirmed it.”

“But then who is that?” Desai said, pointing towards the Amishi and the three men. From the angle they were standing in, Amishi’s face was not clearly visible. Shah gestured to Shehnaz to follow him and took her close to the couch where the triple-fucking was happening.

“Singh, take your dick out of her mouth.” Shah said.

“Fuck off, Shah.” Singh said, his eyes closed in pleasure as he kept mercilessly ramming his dick into Amishi’s mouth. “Wait your turn, I am almost done.”

“Singh, just do what I am telling you.” Shah yelled with an urgency in his voice that made Singh open his eyes at once. He saw Shehnaz standing there, and immediately took his dick out of Amishi’s mouth and let go of her head. Amishi was no close to passing out, so her head dropped on to Bose’s chest. By now, Bose and Reddy had also stopped fucking Amishi’s cunt and asshole respectively, and were staring at Shehnaz and Shah, confused.

“Look at her face.” Shah said, pointing to Amishi’s face, eyes closed and resting her cheek on Bose’s chest. “Do you know her?”

Shehnaz studied Amishi’s face for a few seconds and shook her head.

“No idea who she is. Definitely does not work for my service.”

By now the rest of the men had also gathered around.

“But she said she is from Delhi. Maybe she is from some other escort service and got sent by mistake? Or to get 50,000 rupees instead of you?” Dilip conjectured.

“No, sweetheart.” Shehnaz said patiently, “There is no way some other escort service will send a woman over unless you contacted them. Did any of you contact another escort service?”

All the men shook their heads.

“Secondly.” Shehnaz put her hand gently on Amishi’s face and continued, “Look at her. She is such an exquisite and perfect beauty. Makes me feel like an ugly old maid. No way is any agency going to let her go for an all-night gangbang for less than 2-300,000 rupees. If a woman as gorgeous as this was also in the market, I’d surely have heard about her or seen her pictures some time, even if she worked for a rival escort service.”

“Oh fuck!” Reddy said, taking his dick out of Amishi’s ass in one motion, making her groan. “Who the hell is she then? Fuck, fuck fuck. She could charge us with fuck!”

“Relax, everyone.” Bose said calmly. “So this woman is not an actual whore. So what? She sure seemed to have the capacity of a whore. See?”

Bose started pumping Amishi’s cunt again, and she moaned in pleasure, eyes still closed.

“Yes, but Mr. Bose!” Desai said, “this woman was protesting and fighting when we were taking her clothes off. We felt it was all a roleplay and an act. What if this woman charges us with fuck? And more importantly, who the hell is she?”

“You guys worry too much.” Bose said, talking and fucking Amishi at the same time. “How does it matter who she is? Maybe someone from the party. Maybe some guest at the resort. Whoever she is, when she gets sober, if she starts making noises about going to the police, we will offer her money to keep quiet about it. Between us, we can easily come up with a million rupees. That ought to keep her quiet.”

Saying that, Bose wrapped his hands around Amishi’s back, and his dick still buried in her pussy, stood up, lifting her with him. He then turned around, put Amishi on her back and started fucking her with deeper and harder strokes. Everyone stared as Amishi, with her eyes closed, smiled in pleasure and moaned as the new angle made Bose’s dick touch some special spots inside her.

“Okay, I guess. Hope she takes the money.” Shah said.

“Sure she will. Who will turn down a million rupees?” Bose said.

“And what if she turns it down and insists on going to the police anyway?” Kulkarni spoke.

“Well then, my friends.” Bose said “We go to Mr. Dayal. He is a very rich and powerful man with some high-up contacts who can hush up something like this. He wouldn’t want the negative publicity that senior executives from his company gang fucked a woman. He’ll hush it up for sure.”

All the guys breathed a sigh of relief when they thought of that.

“Yes, that’s right.” Shah said elated, “Mr. Dayal is so powerful, he can do anything.”

“Yes, so it’s all good. Don’t worry.” Bose said, “So Miss Shehnaz, you can start getting naked and get ready to be fucked for the rest of the night. And we’ll put this drunken slut to bed in some other room once I’m done cumming inside her. Our little Pinky.”

The name Pinky made Amishi awake partially out of her stupor and she opened her eyes and rambled with a heavy slur,

“My daddy ……calls me……. Pinky because……. he says…… I was pink….. as a baby…… and my Mommy dressed me up in pink.” the pauses caused both by her drunkenness and with every stroke that Bose took.

“Yes, yes, your Daddy and Mommy call you Pinky. But what do others call you?” Desai asked.

“Uhhhhhuhuh?” Amishi gurgled.

“What is your real name? What name did you tell you teachers in college when they asked?” Shah asked.

“Humshyaaal” Amishi slurred.

“Humshaal?” Dilip repeated quizzically “Is that even a name?”

“Unhunh! Humeesheeyaal!”

“What the hell is Humishiyal?” Bose said as he continued to fuck her….and then suddenly he stopped with her dick buried in her pussy. And then he yelled in a panicky voice “Oh my fuckingggggggggggg Goddddddd!!!!!!!!!”

“What happened?” Shah asked with a chuckle. “Cumming in her?”

Bose stayed like that motionless for a few seconds, and then quickly pulled his dick out. It was going soft rapidly.

“We are all dead. Dead. Each and every one of us.” Bose said in a squeaky panicky voice. “We either run away from India right this moment or then we are dead. Actually, even if we leave India, we are dead.”

“What happened, Bose? You’re the one who told us it will all be fine.” Singh said.

“Didn’t you hear what she said her name was?” Bose yelled.

“Yeah…some drunken gibberish…….Humishiyal.” Singh said.

“You idiot!” Bose almost exploded with rage and panic “Humishiyal is drunken gibberish for……Amishi Dayal!”

“Humishidyaaal!” Amishi squealed in her state of near unconsciousness.

There was utter silence in the room. And all the men in the room shared one distinct terrifying feeling – that of their testicles having jumped back up into their bodies.