An Irresistible Offer

“Did they reject you?”

Naseer eagerly asked her as Tasmiya entered the house and left her footwear.

If not concerned, she expected Naseer to be curious and not condescending about how he had raised his question. She was in no mood to fight, so she didn’t react.

“I knew they’d reject you. Just because you have a degree doesn’t mean you’ll get the job.” Naseer didn’t give up and continued to taunt Tasmiya.

She didn’t even look at him and straight away walked into the bathroom. As she splashed some water on her face, she began reliving all that happened in the past 2 years.

Naseer was in a high-paying job. In addition to being proud of his achievements, he looked down upon everyone else, including Tasmiya. But everything was hit by the pandemic. He lost his job.

Theirs was an arranged marriage. He was 34, and she was 21 when they got married. In the 10 years of their married life, all Naseer could give Tasmiya was 2 kids, a shelter to live in, clothes to wear and food to eat. He has no love and respect for her.

In addition, he also is having an affair with his cousin – if it were not for the pandemic, he would have married her as well. Despite not liking all this, Tasmiya can’t walk out of her marriage as her parents are not supportive.

During the lockdown, all Naseer did was eat, smoke, drink and fuck. Pre-pandemic, Tasmiya was just scared of Naseer, but now, she also hates him.

Zero revenue and increasing costs began depleting their cash reserves. As the pandemic began waning, Naseer searched for jobs but with no luck. The pressure began mounting as they had to begin cutting down on their necessities – despite this, Naseer didn’t compromise on his smoke and booze.

That’s when Tasmiya proposed to Naseer that she’ll try applying for some jobs. He mockingly said yes – fully confident she wouldn’t even get an interview call. Now he’s unable to digest the fact that she appeared for an interview, that too for a big company.

After she cleared the first two rounds of interviews, they shortlisted her. They said she’d meet their top boss for the final round post-lunch. They arranged lunch for her, and then one of the employees took her to the top floor.

This floor differed from the other floor where the interviews were held. The design and furnishings were premium. Two employees were managing the calls and the appointments. Behind them, she could see a door made of solid wood.

It had a nameplate with “Anthony Varghese, Chairman and Managing Director” written. She wondered why would such a big man interview for this small position.

Tasmiya’s chain of thoughts was broken by one of the employees who walked up to her and said, “Sir is calling you. Please come.” The employee escorted Tasmiya to the door and opened it to allow her in.

As she walked in, she looked towards her left and was in complete awe of the room. A large room with toughened and tinted glass walls on one side gave a clear view of the city’s skyline. The other three walls were covered with dark brown wooden panels.

A rectangular table with 10 chairs, an L-shaped sofa set, and 2 leather recliner chairs. A large wall-mounted Plasma TV, a 4-seater dining table and a bookshelf. A glass cabinet with expensive alcoholic drinks and crystal ware, a refrigerator, and a door to a room that appeared to be a washroom.

“Probably 2 times larger than my house,” she thought.

“If you’re done appreciating the room, we can begin our conversations, Ms Tasmiya,” said a booming voice interrupting her thoughts. She turns to her right. An equally large space on the right with a man seated behind a wooden table with 3 chairs on the other side and a 3-seater couch towards the wall.

“Please,” said the man indicating the chairs in front of him, asking her to come in and sit.

As she reaches the table and is about to sit, the man gets up and extends his hand for a handshake. As she shakes her hand with him, he smiles, “I’m Anthony. Everyone calls me Tony.”

“Tasmiya,” she says and sits down. As she’s sitting down, she observes that he might be in his mid-30s, tall, dark, well-built and sports a moustache.

“So, Tasmiya, let me come straight to the point. I don’t like beating around the bush. While you applied for a different position, I’d like to offer you the role of our Public Relations Officer. This is based on my observation of you since this morning. You might be wondering how, but I have ways to keep a tab on everything that happens in this company,” he paused, looking at her.

She tried to digest what he said and replied, “But sir, I don’t know what to do and have no experience in such a role.”

Tony began, “I’ll help you with that. But before that, let me tell you the salary and perks of this role. You’ll be on probation for the first 6 months. During this, you’ll be paid three lakh rupees every month as a fixed salary. It will become five lakh rupees once you complete probation.”

“In addition, you’ll be given a company car and driver, 24X7. As this role requires you to interact with senior officials and VIPs, we need you to look sharp and stunning. So, the company will take care of your grooming and appearance and give you access to the gym on this floor along with my personal trainer. We will also give you some other perks along with retiral benefits.”

Tony paused. Tasmiya was totally taken aback by what she’s heard.

“I know this may sound unbelievable,” Tony said as if he had read her mind. “This job requires you to comply with a few conditions. Number 1, you’re available whenever we summon you. Number 2, you should take utmost care of yourself and number 3, you will maintain total confidentiality, not just while on our rolls but even after you leave us.”

She didn’t understand where it was going.

Tony continued, “Now, I’ll explain your role. To run such a large corporation, we must ensure that many powerful personalities support what we do. Politicians, bureaucrats, media, bankers, investors, customers and industrialists. Your role is to please them sexually. We assure you that none of these folks will physically harm you, and whatever you do will be confidential. You’ll have an office on this floor.”

A chill ran up her spine as she heard what Tony just said. Tasmiya’s fair complexion turned pale. She didn’t know what had hit her.

Tony realised her state and said, “I can understand it probably is a bit more than what you can digest. Let me assure you that we take full responsibility for your safety and security. We will give that to you in writing. No one will ever come to know about what you do.”

“Also, I will assure you that if you don’t want to take up this offer, we will revert you to the role you applied with us for. As you’re a fresher and the role is the junior most, we pay 25K per month for that role – your annual pay in this role will be what you’d get in a month in the Public Relations Officer role. Also, it won’t be enough for the booze that your hubby consumes in a month. Forget your kids’ school fees and monthly groceries.”

Tasmiya is shocked that Tony knows about her family situation in such great detail.

“Yes, I know a lot more about you than I just said,” Tony says, “So, take your time and decide. If you don’t want to accept my offer, you can come to the office tomorrow and meet HR to collect your offer letter. However, if you wish to, come to the office tomorrow and hand over this card at the reception.”

“They’ll bring you to me, and I’ll give you the next steps. And if you don’t want to join my company at all, stay back home and continue your life as is with that jerk who happens to be your husband. If you decide sooner, text me on the number mentioned in the card.”

As if he wanted her to leave, he got up, extended his hand, and said, “Nice meeting you!”

She returned to the present moment when she heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Now, don’t cry. It’s time you know you have no relevant skills to earn money. Come out now and prepare dinner,” Naseer was shouting.

Until now, she wasn’t sure if she would take up the job. But what Naseer said made her decide to take up the role. She wanted to be the earning member of the family so that she had the upper hand over Naseer. However, she wasn’t sure if Naseer would be ok with her odd work hours and frequent travel.

Irrespective, she made up her mind. She will take up the offer.

She comes out of the washroom and picks up her phone and the card Tony gave her. She walks into the kitchen and texts the number given on the card, “I’ll take up the offer. What are the next steps?”

While Tasmiya is busy preparing the dinner, she anxiously keeps looking at her phone for a response.

After what seems like an eternity, she gets a response, “I know you will. Don’t worry about your husband. We will ensure that he wouldn’t have a problem with it. I’ll see you at the office tomorrow. The vehicle will pick you up by 8 AM. You have your first assignment tomorrow. See you.”

“Damn! Does he read my mind or what?” she thinks.

Just then, Naseer enters the kitchen and orders her to make a chicken fry for him. As he’s about to leave, Tasmiya says, “I got the job. I’m joining tomorrow.”

“It must be as a peon job or toilet cleaner?” Naseer tries to hide his shock by ridiculing her.

“They offered me two roles – purchase assistant and Public Relations Officer. I have opted for the Public Relations Officer post,” she says, talking about the salary they’re offering without mentioning what she’d be doing. She’s smart enough to disclose the complete salary and perks as well.

Naseer doesn’t know how to react. He murmurs and walks out. He’s just not able to digest it. He’s engulfed by disbelief, anger and helplessness.

Sharp at 8 AM the next morning, a chauffer driven luxury sedan picks Tasmiya up. The faint hope that Naseer had that this could be a lie turns into vapour.

As Tasmiya steps into Tony’s cabin, he greets her and says, “Tasmiya, I’m really happy to have you onboard. This envelope has your offer letter and other documents. You can look at them later on. Coming to your assignment. You’ll be meeting Mr Mandeep Singh today.”

“You’ll have lunch with him at 12:30 PM in Taj Krishna. Post that, you both will head to the Suite booked. The restaurant details and table where you’ll meet him, the room key and a few condoms are in the white pouch.”

As Tony pauses to breathe, Tasmiya keenly listens to the instructions. Tony’s nonchalance while mentioning the condoms surprises her.

“Now remember, Mr Mandeep is a very important investor. Ensure that he’s happy. One of the ground rules is that you’ll not object to anything that happens. Of course, there will not be any physical harm.”

Tony continues, “Mr Mandeep prefers his lady in a particular manner, and you’ll be ready accordingly. Your appointment with our stylist is scheduled for 10 AM. From there, you’ll go directly to Taj Krishna. Get into your car and tell the driver to take you to Gavin’s studio.”

Tasmiya is flummoxed with all this. She mechanically goes down, gets into the car, and says, “Gavin’s studio.” She’s completely lost in thoughts. On the one hand, her morality questions her if she’s doing the right thing.

And every time she thinks of that, Naseer’s face appears in front of her – his physical and mental abuse makes her think she’s right.

Before she could come out of this thought, the car stopped in front of a swanky outlet. She steps out of the car, walks in, and realises she doesn’t know whom to meet here. She hesitantly walks up to the receptionist and says, “Hi, I’m Tasmiya.”

Before she could say anything more, the receptionist said, “Take the first door on the right, ma’am. Gavin sir is waiting for you.”

Tasmiya is surprised at the seamless arrangements that are being made. As she enters the room, she finds a fair-looking man who is almost 6’2 and is muscular. His body-hugging black t-shirt shows his biceps.

“Hi Tasmiya, I was waiting for you. Who would you be meeting today?” he asks.

“Mr Mandeep Singh,” she responds.

“Ok,” he says, coming closer to her, touching her hair and continuing, “We just need to trim your hair.”

As he begins to trim her hair, he asks, “Is your body waxed?”

“Yes, 3 days back,” Tasmiya replies.

“Good, saves us some time. Do you shave your pubic hair?” he asks.

Tasmiya is livid and angrily retorts, “How dare you ask that? I’ll complain to Mr Tony.”

“Cool down, Tasmiya. Each of the folks you meet has a specific taste. Mr Mandeep prefers his lady to trim her pubic hair and not cleanly shaven. He will love it if the hair is artistically trimmed. So, every time you meet him, we’ll have a different style. This book has images of different styles. Pick your choice,” he responds calmly, handing over a book to her.

She feels sorry for her reaction because he was doing his duty. She goes through the book, selects a style and informs Gavin. But then, immediately, she is engulfed with embarrassment. She suddenly realises that it might be Gavin who will be working on her pubic hair shortly. In no time, her fear comes true.

“Tasmiya, if you can remove your pants, we will begin working on your style. Once complete, you can shower, and there are a few dresses for you to wear in the dressing area. Let me tell you, Mr Mandeep prefers women in skirts and spaghetti tops,” Gavin pauses and then, as if he read her mind, says, “Don’t worry. It’s part of my job, and I’ll be within my boundaries.”

She reluctantly removes her pants and panty. Gavin takes them from her, neatly folds them and keeps them in a bag. He keeps the bag beside her handbag and says, “You can take it with you.”

She had not exposed herself to anyone other than her hubby, so this situation made her feel awkward. Gavin’s professional behaviour is making her feel comfortable.

He leads her to a chair where she can sit, spread her legs, lift them apart and keep them on the armrests. This would give Gavin a clear view of her pussy and good access to him. He pulls a chair closer and sits.

He rests his left palm on Tasmiya’s right inner thigh while using his right palm to access a tray fitted to the chair. His entire palm covers her smooth and fleshy inner thigh. The roughness of his palm gave her a tingling sensation. She could feel that her sensitive pussy began betraying her by secreting love juices.

Gavin goes about doing his work oblivious to the sensations that Tasmiya is going through. He picks up a trimmer and first trims the overgrown pubic. While trimming, he uses his other palm to spread her skin so he gets better access.

As he does it, Tasmiya’s sensitive area around her pussy begins to arouse her. She has goosebumps all over her body. But they’re visible on her thighs, which doesn’t miss Gavin’s notice. He gently rubs his palm over her goosebumps as if flattening them. It sends a slight shiver down her spine.

As she trembles, he makes eye contact and smiles before returning to what he’s doing. The style that she chose is ‘butterfly antennae’ – two thin and curvy lines ending on either side of her clitoris. He takes a razor and begins working on getting the shape.

To create them, his fingers run all over her groin area and occasionally touch her clit. As his fingers dance around this sensitive area, it’s unbearable for Tasmiya. This is the first time in her life that she’s been teased so much in that area.

Fingers pressed her lower abdomen, gently stretching the skin for a cleaner shave, brushing her pussy lips and her clit. Her breath starts getting heavier, and she begins to pant. At the same time, she’s trying hard to control herself by pressing her lower lip between her teeth so that Gavin doesn’t get a clue.

She’s tightly holding either side of the chair with her hands. What she doesn’t know is that her pussy is giving away everything. It is dripping wet, and the juices are overflowing, shamelessly exposing her feelings to Gavin.

She’s at such a stage that even if Gavin takes one step, she will surrender to him completely. However, Gavin is extremely professional and doesn’t give in to the temptation. He can make out how aroused Tasmiya is.

As he’s coming to an end, he needs to work a little longer around her clit, clearing off the excess hair. It requires him to have better access to the skin in that region.

“Can you please use both your hands to spread the skin and hold it for a few moments? I need to clean this area,” he asks Tasmiya for help and shows her what to do. As she spreads the skin apart using her hands, he gently places his thumb on her clitoris and shaves the area.

The pressure on her clit, and the sensations caused by the occasional finger movement take Tasmiya to the point of no return. She begins to tremble and let out soft moans. Tasmiya is at a stage where she’s shameless. At that very moment, she had an earth-shattering orgasm.

She never experienced such an intense feeling. Her body continues to tremble for a few moments before she settles down. All the while, Gavin nonchalantly goes about doing what he’s doing.

As she’s settling down, Gavin gets up and says, “You’re all set. Please get up and get ready.” Tasmiya holds him by his hand, looks into his eyes and says, “fuck me, please. Don’t leave me like this.” She can’t believe she said it but is so aroused that she no longer cares what one thinks.

Gavin gently releases his hand from her grip and says, “Sorry. I’m duty-bound. Please get up and get ready. Mr Mandeep is known to make a lady’s pussy so sore that she can’t even wear a panty. So, don’t tell me I didn’t warn you. Even then, women love what he does. So, you’re in for the time of your life.”

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