All characters indulging in sexual activities in this story are well above the age of consent. All sexual activities are consensual.
A big 'thank you' to a new found friend and fan who gave me a huge shout out, from across a different continent, appreciating my first story. This one is for you!
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I looked at my watch. I was to meet the CEO at 10. It is now 5 minutes past the hour. I do not like to wait, I do not like to be kept waiting. But I am the interviewee here.
This is my second visit. The first round of interviews had gone off extremely well. I had met the head of human resources, then the acting head of technology, and there was these short meetings with the finance head and the legal head. This was a senior position, and these guys were pretty thorough and professional when they went about their recruitment process.
My resume is powerful, there is no doubting that. But all the senior persons I had met were men. The only thought that bothered me was, if they were professional enough to allow a woman into their elite group. I guess they were, else why would they have set up this meeting with the CEO?
It was 10:07 when the assistant from human resources ushered me in to the CEO's corner office and politely closed the door behind us.
He was looking at his laptop, and there were these papers regarding my candidature in front of him.Only his left profile was visible.
"Good Morning," I said cheerfully, "my name is Tanuja," and I walked towards his desk, my hand extended.
He looked up, smiling, as he turned towards me. As his other side of the face came into view, I almost winced, and just about controlled myself. His face was pretty disfigured, two huge scars ran from the bottom of his neck right up to his ears, covering a substantial part of his right cheek.
"Don't worry, I don't bite," he said, "I am used to these types of reactions," and he extended his hand.
I took it in my firm grasp, and I noticed a huge scar on his wrist. I let my hand linger in his, to make up for that weird reaction that I had not controlled on time, though I did feel a bit of revulsion. I forcefully shook that feeling off.
"Please sit down, I do believe that you had a pleasant interaction with my other team members the last time you were here. I would have met you then, except that I was not in town that day."
As I sat down, I noticed a framed photograph on the credenza behind him. I felt the stirrings of anger inside me. The photograph was that of a woman. That woman was me!
I controlled myself, "This is pretty weird Mr......." I started when he followed my gaze and then quickly turned the photograph face down.
"I am sorry," he began, holding his hand up to silence the tirade he was expecting.
"Let me explain, I saw you through the glass of the discussion room where you were waiting. My first thought was to put the photo away as soon as I entered. But I got a call, and then a couple of my team members came in to brief me about their work and suddenly it was past 10. So I asked them to bring their stuff up later and asked for you to be sent in. In the process I just forgot about this photograph."
He picked up the photograph again, and then pushed it towards me. "This is not your photograph, there is a strong resemblance, but it is not you. It is a photo of my spouse.... or rather ex-spouse. I honestly did not mean to rattle you."
"Just cut me off Tanu, if I say something wrong," he continued, "I have studied your resume, you have an excellent track record and the team thinks you will fit in beautifully here." He was gazing out of his window, at a blue cloudless sky as he continued to speak.
I let that 'Tanu' pass, only people very close to me, and they can be counted on the fingers of just one hand call me that. But I was here for a job that I wanted, though I was now having second thoughts.
"I also know that being a single mother and notching up this kind of a career takes a lot of courage, capability and hard work......"
He was going horribly wrong, and there were warning bells, this was just not going to work out.
"....You had a difficult life, you lost a very good friend, someone who was with you right through your school days...... Both of you used to sit by the riverside behind your school and do your homework together...."
This was getting creepy, but I wanted to know how far this man would go, I wanted to know what all he knew about me.
"Even after you passed out and he went away to a neighbouring city, he used to come across on weekends and you used to meet at the river front. Both of you were 19, when he left you one day, promising you that he will be back the next week. It was a very intimate parting, but he did not keep his word.
But unknown to you, he was on his way, halfway down the road he was travelling, his bus would go down a ravine. Only he and two other persons survived. For two years he was in and out of many hospitals, many of his wounds healed, his bones were put together again, exercise and physiotherapy brought the strength back into them, but despite a lot of plastic surgery, many a scar remained.
As he healed, he came looking for you, but people told him you had gone away, he couldn't trace you.
His parents found a bride for him. It is a wonder how she chose to marry him, maybe because she did not come from a well off family. Maybe she had compulsions that he knew nothing of. He gave her a lot of affection, trust, respect, and trained her to stand up on her own feet, to become self confident, to face the world without fear. But he could not give her love. And when she was ready to fly, she asked him to let her go. They divorced."
My knees were shaking, my hands gripped the armrests of my chair. My knuckles were turning white, so was my face. I forced my thoughts to his company website.
The page on 'Top Management' had his picture, his name and profile. The picture was the left profile, the side I had seen when I entered. The name read 'R Chakravarti.' 'Chakravarti'... Bengalis have that name, some from Uttar Pradesh too and also people from Tamil Nadu. The 'R' could stand for anything.
I had nothing to lose now. I got up, walked around his desk and across to him and grabbed him, one hand on the lapel of his jacket and the other on his tie.
"Kiss me" I whispered tensely, "Kiss me now!"
He looked shocked, and then his eyes glazed over. I pulled him to a standing position and ground my lips against his. I knew I had three boxes to check.
His lips were rigid as I pressed mine against them, and then they started to soften. I pushed my tongue between them and met his teeth. Shaking him by his lapel and tie, I pushed harder. I released his jacket and tie and caught hold of his upper arms and dug my nails into them.
My tongue found my way in, but his tongue was nowhere, probably out of range at the back of his throat. But I probed and probed and suddenly his tongue came in contact with mine.
One of us moaned lightly , the kiss now had some feelings and commenced turning passionate, his arms encircled me. The kiss turned tender as both of us relaxed our tongues and then he applied some force. I responded in the same way. I mentally checked the first box.
I felt his right hand on my midriff, between my saree and my blouse, and it moved up slowly, softly tenderly and clasped my left breast. The palm rubbed against my nipple, the thumb started tracing a wavy oscillatory pattern and I could feel that softness through my blouse and bra. Second box checked.
I pushed my body against his, as I realised this was his office and anyone could walk in anytime. But I needed the final confirmation.
I felt his erection against me, at the exact spot where I was expecting it, just on my mons Venus, the exact size that I was anticipating, reaching beyond my belly button. Third box checked.
