Bhabhi-ji was managing a business enterprise of some consequence. Therefore, she was smarter than Sunita thought.
It took her just a short while after looking at Shyam's resume to know that Sunita and Shyam had worked for some time in the same organization. And Bhabhi-ji correctly came to the conclusion that this was possibly Sunita's wonder-man with the thick, lust-worthy cock.
Bhabhi-ji had her own lothario to satiate her lust for wild sex in Pehelwan, the body builder who came to maalish (a traditional massage) her husband. He was, however, just physique with almost no intelligence worth speaking of.
"Not that raw sex does not have its charms," thought Bhabhi-ji, twirling her Misayaki pearl necklace, idly. She pressed her legs together as she felt her pussy warm up at the thought of Pehelwan. "Time for a relief-fuck," she murmured.
Pehelwan left her sated and worn out with orgasms and she always slept wonderfully after he had fucked her; and she woke up ready to slay dragons. When she had been ravaged by that monster sex-machine she charged into office with an extra leap in her step and accomplished much more at work than on any other day.
The grapevine attributed it correctly to wild sex, but no one knew who; and most thought of it as possibly her husband. They might have been correct except that her husband, 'bhayya' (brother) to most people, had turned overly spiritual, leaving Bhabhi-ji panting for release and relief.
But now, looking at the resume of Shyam and recalling Sunita's wild time with him, her mind played tango with her pussy - she thought an opportunity might emerge. Sunita's description of him was still fresh in her mind; as was the mad lovemaking she and Sunita engaged in, both aroused, panting and desperate for release with no man in sight.
The interview was set up by Bhabhi-ji's administrative assistant. The assistant knew Bhabhi-ji was free and very keen to close the General Manager's position. So, she was surprised when Bhabhi-ji gave an appointment later in the week, rather than on the same day.
But then it made sense to the assistant when Bhabhi-ji cleared all other appointments on that day; clearly Bhabhi-ji wanted to devote more time to the selection process. It made sense.
She had no way of knowing that her boss wanted to devote more time to a possible seduction game. And if she could swing then Bhabhi-ji wanted all the time to fuck her quarry to her satisfaction.
She was not just going to hire a GM. She was looking for something more enduring. And what better way to retain key talent than to make him want her; lust her. "This might go better than I could have hoped for," she said to herself as she looked at herself in the mirror right after her shower that morning.
Sumptuous breasts, a well-maintained body and hot as hell from within. She was on the boil at just the thought. She had also put Pehelwan on standby just in case Shyam turned out to be a different person than she thought or a damp squib.
It was now down to some sensuous dressing rather than the power dressing she usually used. Her saree was a chiffon. Its blouse diaphanous. It was a daring cut leaving nothing to imagination. She deliberately wore a soft bra with lace so that her grape-like nipples could be spotted - if one looked. And it had practically no back.
It was made for a cocktail evening and she was wearing it to work.
This was a play for seduction. She leaned forward into the mirror and let her breasts hang. Yes, there was enough cleavage and it was deep. Her mounds were inviting, even to her own eyes. She adjusted the flimsy wisp of a bra a little and there! The nipples were ready to pop out if provoked. She could clearly see the contours of her breasts.
She was ready. Trembling in excitement she headed out for her office. From the doorman to the driver to the security at her office, everyone was stunned to see Bhabhi-ji oozing this much sexuality.
She was always stunning to look at and always attractively dressed. There were tantalizing glimpses of what was on offer to any lucky man, particularly bhayya-ji. A well wrapped but heaving bosom here. A good bit of her legs there, if she crossed them and swung her chair around in a meeting. And for the really lucky guy, she presses against him with her breasts, leaning over to read someone's notes and make a point.
But never this. Today, she was out to seduce someone and make him her slave - that much was apparent to most.
On days when she displayed a temper most people kept a low profile to avoid being called in. Today, everyone put in requests for meetings with the assistant and all were put on hold.
She was a tigress on a hunt, and she was waiting for her quarry to show up. Her pussy was throbbing in anticipation and she found herself rubbing her crotch more than once while she killed time.
More than once she checked on Pehelwan to make sure he would be available as scheduled. She already felt the need to be fucked and toyed with the idea of getting him in before; rather than after.
But then she knew that both she and Pehelwan were fully capable of going wild like animals. If that happened, she could not exude sexuality the way she was right now. Not because she was incapable of lusting one man after another. It was because her make-up, her carefully adjusted clothes and undergarments, her fragrance was all 'just so'.
After a wild round of fucking she had looked at herself in the mirror and seen that she could be slutty, whorish and attractive with wide lips, cleared off of lipstick. Her eyes would blaze, her smile would be devilish, and she would flirt outrageously.
She was that sort of woman. Satiation brought out a wild side to her, instead of taming her. As she tasted more, she wanted more. It only whetted her appetite.
That was not the kind of raunchy, commanding seduction she wanted to engage in. She wanted him to give himself away with his erection on the very sight of her. she wanted him to practically stain his trousers. She wanted him to explode with desire without even having been touched.
And then she would take him.
All that came to naught when the smart and well turned out Shyam was ushered in by her assistant.
Shyam turned out to be suave, articulate and reasonably fit for a guy with a desk job. Bhabhi-ji was able to quickly ascertain that he was fit for the job. Now she turned her attention to that for which she had set aside more time.
"So, what else are your interests?" she asked, leaning back in her chair, swiveling it slightly as she did when she wanted to display her body to people on the other side of her desk. She crossed her legs and the chiffon slid back against her smooth skin to show a good bit of her ankle and calf. But little else as everything disappeared into shadows.
That was not by chance. She had this fine line at work and while she loved teasing others, she avoided being coarse or crass. And she definitely did not go beyond letting them ogle and imagine. If they saw and imagined more than she showed that was their mind. And she left it at that. So, with her usual posture that was all it would show.
