"Folks, there are three senior positions to be filled," Mr. Shahzad, the vice-president of the company announced to the group, "and those who are promoted will create opportunities for many others to rise also!"
There was palpable excitement in the crowd of two dozen gathered in the main lobby of the Mangla guest house. The prospect of promotion raised the sense of excitement among the employees of the company, if not their spouses or partners, given that the chance for elevation had been rare in similar companies as of late. What was more interesting, however, was the process of determining who would rise and who would not.
"Let the fun begin," he continued, pulling his wife Maliha close and kissing her full on the mouth. For a married man to be kissing his very pretty wife would not be an issue in most places. In Pakistan, however, and in the middle of a group, this was strictly verboten.
"Go on, let's break some rules, I want to see all of you couples do what Mrs. Shahzad and me are going to demonstrate once again," he said, forcing his tongue into Maliha's mouth a second time.
One by one the various couples slowly put their lips together. The married couples were relatively quick to get into the clinch. The three unmarried "pairs" looked about a bit for direction, but ultimately all three of the single girls brought their mouths in contact with those of their 'dates' for the evening.
It was going to be a marvellous program, the VP mused, as he put his hand out to grab the nearest other female away from her partner, while placing Maliha in another man's arms. In a second he was kissing Haniya, one of the single ladies, while his wife had her tongue down the throat of Mehmood, one of the few single guys in the group. Almost on cue the ten other couples exchanged partners. The process went on for four more rounds, and the ice was truly broken in a period of about ten minutes.
II
Shabnam undressed partially and got under the quilt on the double bed, awaiting her first partner of the night, who she would not be aware of till the card key let him in through the door. In this case it was the rather nondescript Southern Area Manager Habeeb. The VP's words ran through her mind and reminded her that she was making the sacrifice for a worthwhile cause. She had been a customer sales support person for almost two years and a promotion was desperately needed as the next position offered a salary jump of nearly seventy percent. She wondered what Mr. Shahzad had meant when he had taken her aside after the conference dinner had ended and asked a very pointed question.
"Shabnam, you need to be very truthful with me," his eyes were dead set serious as he spoke with a low voice, "Are you are a virgin or not?"
Shabnam had turned red instantly, but saw he wanted an answer for some necessary reason and muttered an almost inaudible, "No sir, I am not." He had, however, not commented on her situation as she anticipated, since people in that country would have expected an unmarried girl to be unsullied, but instead gave her a hug and told her she was welcome to join the event later that evening.
Asked the same question at few moments later, Haniya, also a customer support person, had simply smiled at the VP and whispered, "Do you really think so sir?" while adding, "and I am always available if you ever feel like spending a night or more with me!" The VP had smiled and lightly tapped her butt. While the rest of the guys had a thing for her, he was not smitten by her brazen behaviour. Haniya had sensed that she was never able to turn him on, despite the fact that he rarely had a problem dancing with her at the occasional party or even taking her out for a meal on occasion. She was now also waiting for her first fuck of the night to arrive. Jehangir was having trouble opening the door as the card key kept giving a red signal. After six attempts he knocked and was let in by a buck naked Haniya.
III
Dawar was licking his chops at the prospect of being with four nice ladies that evening. His wish list included Shabnam, the VP's wife Maliha, Haniya, and Kulsoom, the youngest member of the team, who the VP openly treated as his own daughter. As the most senior person in the VP's team, he figured that the general manager opportunity was in his hands. He had really relished the open mouth kiss he had received from the VP's wife during the ice breaking and now had visions of ripping her clothes off. Furthermore, while he knew that the picks for the evening were not in his control, he had high hopes of getting a much nicer deal that the sacrifice he was making. Dawar's wife, Yusra, was fat, haggish and clearly the worst looking of the dozen females participating in the night's events. Compared to her, even the number eight through eleven ladies on the looks ladder were Victoria's Secret models. He was coming out a winner regardless of the draw but his mental images were of four of the best looking ladies present. He did not consider the fact that he himself was the least attractive male and that any of the four guys that his wife would be screwing would have much better attributes than he did.
IV
Kulsoom was getting a tongue lashing from the VP for participating. She had submitted her entry while Mr. Shahzad had gone off to take a call and his wife had registered the girl. There had not been any love lost between the VP's wife and his so-called daughter. Frankly his wife, Maliha wished to see the girl fucked by the four ugliest guys in the group if she had her way.
Mr. Shahzad had pulled Kulsoom into his room just after dinner. She was shocked when he forcefully removed her jeans and T-shirt, and then pulled the bra and panties off leaving her threadbare.
"Do you really want four guys to do anything they want to you tonight," Mr. Shahzad raged, "you are a virgin and remember that I consider you to be my daughter."
