Saturday, April 18, 2009

The Slut - part 1 - the meetup

A new story, a different kind of story. Enjoy the journey with me :) [The story of Rehaana continues, will keep you all updated on that too :) ]

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Click clack, click clack. Her high heels left a classy impact on the marble flooring of the hotel lobby. She was 5'8" and she wore 4" heels. Always. She was a deal maker. Hundreds of negotiations through, her satisfaction rate for her clients was 99%. There were always a few cases where not even god could help broker a deal. CEOs knew her personally and even they, when they called, talked in a subdued tone. She was the talk of legends. At the age of 40 no other person had ever ever worked on so many PE deals, M&A deals as she. She was single, successful, featured on the times, and recokened as the among the top ten most powerful women of our era.

She was also hungry. She had just finished hearing out the other party for two hours and she felt like she could do with some sangria and maybe a light roast or maybe what the heck she could do an Indian meal today, butter chicken, Dal Makhani, Butter Naan and JD with coke. The debacle of choosing between foods is what she thought about a lot, those were tough choices.

Another thing that bothered her was that she didn't have company for lunch. Her team was still inside and they'd take another hour to get done with rest of the work and she wasn't going to wait that long. She liked having lunch with her team though, they were young energetic kids, being amongst them, she couldn't feel her age.

Not that she had to worry, right down till girls in their twenties felt jealous of her. She was naturally beautiful, plus two hours of gym everyday and spa every week didn't allow age to catch up with her.

She thought she'd sit down in the lobby and call up a few friends in the vicinity. There were always friends to call, even though she was a tough businesswoman she was a very socially amicable person, a combination rarely found together. However this was not to be. Something caught her eye. There was a young chap sitting in the lobby, an overworn shirt, hair cut cheaply but formally, nice shoes though, worn, but polished to a gleam. He didn't belong to this environment. He was showing things on his bulky laptop to another chap more senior to him. She knew the situation. Another aspirational entrepreneur, venture capitalist meeting. She was quite certain of this, she knew the venture captialist and by his expressions she knew the lad was not going to cut it.

But there was something else that interested her, his eyes. Even he knew he wasn't cutting it, but his eyes were like what the heck, you'll see one day. He was lanky, cute but not handsome. But whatever he was he had this air of saintly superiority to him. She could feel the wetness between her legs, just a hint, just to let her know that they were on her side. She had to have him, she had to have those eyes. She was a cougar.

She waited for the VC to leave. It would have been easy for her to say hi to him and then get introduced to the young lad, but that wasn't the way she hunted. She walked over to him as he was packing up.

"Hi"

He looked up at her 6'2" in her heels she towered over him. There wasn't enough space for him to get up, he didn't want to either for the moment, he would let the seating standing combinationg take the responsibility for the height difference. He offered his hand. "Kartik" he said

"Ambica" she shook his hand, "lunch?"

"Are we having continentatl?"

"No Indian"

"Ok"

She smiled, she could've slapped him, he had just played her and won, not many people especially men played her and live to tell the tale. He just looked at her, again that air of saintly superiority, she could kill him, her smile was gone, she could really kill him, like right now. She could feel her wetness growing, just at the thought.

They had as you would have believe, butter chicken, dal makhani, butter naan and JD with coke. He could eat as much as she did, inface he ate more. He enjoyed his food, thoroughly. She smiled again.

They talked over lunch, in between ripping the chicken of its bones. He had absolutely no idea who she was, how unaware was he, or was he playing her again. Anyways there was enough time to rip his brains apart later, right now she wanted to know about him. He came from a middle class background, had done his engineering, didn't like it. Had a few b-plans was seeing if anybody would like to put their money behind his word. Had a job, was ok with it but really wanted to do varied stuff.

They finished lunch.

"I am done with meetings today, howz your day looking" she asked

"No one else is willing to give me a meeting, so I guess am free too, God bless these public holidays in the middle of the week"

"Wanna continue with the JD at my place? I'm staying in this hotel only"

"Sure but could we keep of the JD, i'm not really feeling like getting wasted."

"Sure" like JD was on her mind.

"Nice room" he said as they entered.

She took of her business jacket.

He looked at her "Are you just drunk, or do you really wanna eat me up" he could see the hunger in her eyes

He knew what was coming next and to save his clothes from getting ripped off he started to undo his shirt before she closed in. She caught his face with a kiss, he caught her back deepening it.

Her nails dug into his back, his teeth into her nipples. She eased up, so did he.

"Enter me" she said.

"No foreplay?"

"No"..."Wait stand up, i want to see you first"

He got of the bed. He wasn't particulary chiseled like a greek

"You're as lanky down there as you are everywhere else"

He just looked back at her, that air of saintly superiority, she almos threw the knife at him. "I do hope you're not excusing yourself for a loose pussy"

"Come here and find out"

He entered her. They didn't kiss, they didn't talk, they just looked at each other. Something about each other made them very horny. He had never felt so hard for anyone, and by god was she squeezing him, it was almost hurting, a little more and he'd have to beg her to ease off. And she squeezed more.

"If you wanna keep the cock, it might be simpler to ask"

She laughed, and ruffled her hand through his hair. The competition was off, they were friends, he kissed her navel. He climaxed. Only a few men had climaxed after her, only one of them was still alive.

He lay exhausted next to her. She got up, he looked questioningly, "stay" she said.

"woof woof" he replied

She smiled. She went into the washroom and cleaned herself up. She made herself a large JD and enjoyed it there in the washroom, talking to herself in the mirror. Admiring her own beauty, taking in her victory.

She returned back to the bed "now for the foreplay"

She straddled his chest and looked down at him and then she moved ahead, upto his face.

She didn't need to tell him what he had to do, she by now trusted him to know and he did. His tongue went deep into her pussy. She liked the foreplay after the sex. Guys lose interest in being nice after they are done. She liked making them be nice to her after they were. He ate her to an orgasm, she moaned as loudly as the room could bear.

She got of him. She was done. She went to fix herself anohter drink "lock the door behind you when you leave"

He caught hold of her hand "there is one move, i'm sure you haven't experienced yet, its gonna blow u away"

She raised and eyebrow, there wasn't much she hadn't done. he pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the forehead.

She could've killed him, the trouble was he seemed to know that and ingored it totally. She hugged him back and fell asleep.

13 comments:

  1. Oh! This was unexpectedly delightful. I liked the end a LOT. :)

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  2. Just loved the refreshing candour in your blog...I dont think you'll ever shy away from things..just like Ambika. Will "devour" all the "parts"(excuse the perverted pun) from now on.

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  3. @Ki nice..we will try and give u stuff that u end up liking..a LOT :P

    @T-Rex...u r right there...shying away has not been my forte :P..thanks for visiting :)

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  4. silly gilly !! oops.
    i like the last part !!
    see, even the cold hearted ruthless bitch cudnt resist a cute kiss n a warm embrace....
    :)
    keep writing n rollin :P

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  5. @Confusion...wud b nice if u didnt use references to real life identities...if u kno wat i mean :P

    oh the journey has jst started...wat made u think she's a cold hearted bitch :P

    i thought the guy was playing it to her...

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  6. This woman I Love. She is hot. She is successful. She gets what she wants. She manages to lose herself in the arms of a man and hold her soft emotional side making her a complete woman.

    Kisses.

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  7. SANE...

    are you insane...? :-DDD

    hmmmnn...what was this? ha? ha?

    i loved the way you've played around with the characters. it seemed like you were them. i mean you know to get into the depth of characters and predicting their thoughts is really tough but you've done it so well...

    also the sparring between them is really cool. says a lot about you, though....

    hmmm...hmmm...hmmm....

    :-)))))))

    PS: i promised i shall read and i did it...

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  8. @ sanely insane....whoopsidaisies :P

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  9. Stop reading all those M&B's! :D
    And also stop following the bedroom scenes of Mr. & Mrs. Kutcher...lol!

    Hmmmmm...I've got an extremely cool idea from this post. Ciao.

    P.S: What's with this penchant for high heels huh?

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  10. All I can say is DAMN!!! I agree with Sealed Lips.. BUT I AM BACK TO DAMN!!! lol


    Ne

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  11. Oh I found the end really cuute! :)

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  12. @LSL a lot about this woman will surprise u...

    @Preeti...i am them, all of them i visualize these scenes...i feel their feelings...i think their thoughts

    didnt u also promise to write? :)

    @Still thinking....m'lady if i had read any of the stuff above...no i cant even visualize that possibility

    they call it a fetish ;)

    @Ne...hopefully ure damn will grown louder

    @Siras... :)

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  13. i envy your skills!

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