"You will own my ass, Sir." Hina submitted without a struggle.
"And it's not a figure of speech." Vikas told her "I will literally own your ass. So, if you are not ready for that, then go home and forget about being a model."
For a moment, she thought about doing just that. She would have to dump her loving boyfriend. This boss who sounded quite mean would probably fuck her every day. She would be his fuckmeat. No self-respect, no dignity. Just a whore, trading her body for fame and money. The price of becoming a model was too high. But somehow she could not bring herself to get up out of that chair. She had wanted it too much for too long. Now was her chance. She could see it within her grasp. All she had to do was to give up the idea of having a boyfriend and get used to the idea of having an owner.
It's not like she hadn't thought about it before, getting a break in modelling would definitely mean getting fucked by some powerful men, she knew that. But she hadn't expected to be totally owned like an object and being told to dump her boyfriend in the first interview so directly.
These thoughts went through her head in a second and outwardly she just nodded and said "It would be a pleasure to be owned by you, Sir."
Her answer seemed to please him "Good."
"Let's start your first test." He patted his desk "Bend over."
"What? Just like that?" She was shocked. She had not expected romance but this was too crass for her. She looked at the door again and wondered if she could just walk out.
"You expect an engraved invitation for the casting couch?" He said.
"No, no!" Hina stood up and pushed her chair away. There was still time, she could just walk out and never look back. Vansh was a nice guy. She could be happy with him. Of course, he didn't have a big dick like Mr. Malhotra. She wondered how she knew that but she was sure he had a really big, fat cock, but he was not a nice guy.
"Do we...do we have to do this now?" Hina said "I mean tomorrow....?"
Instead of answering her he grabbed her hair and pushed her down on his desk "I said bend over."
"Ouch!" Hina was no match for his strength. Her choice was made for her. She placed her hands on his desk and bent over low.
Vikas opened his pants and pushed his dick into her tight cunt without caring how much pain it caused in her pussy. Hina's body jerked forward with the pain, but somehow she liked it as well. She gripped the edge of his desk with one hand and placed the other flat on it to keep her place.
Then for the next half an hour Vikas drilled her cunt hard and rough. Hina kept screaming with his forceful thrusts but he didn't give her any choice but to surrender under him. She was surprised that she could cum. She came several times as he fucked her expertly, his massive cock ripping her open and making his her bitch just as Parineeti had predicted. Hina could not bear the brutally deep strokes and collapsed on the desk. He continued to fuck her hard, nailing her into the desk and spanking her ass as he fucked her cunt so deep that it was hurting her whole body with each thrust. Hina came several times until she felt her whole body getting weak from the hard orgasms. She wanted him to cum so that she could get out from this abuse.
When he did cum, he took his cock out and pumped his cum all over her naked body. Wait, when did she took off her dress? But that was the least of her problems, his cum on her naked skin was burning her flesh. She could feel it searing through her skin and eating into her flesh. Thankfully, somebody noticed that and pulled the fire alarm. But the noisy alarm just kept ringing with no fire brigade in evidence. Meanwhile, Vikas' cum was still burning through her body. Hina wished somebody would turn off the alarm. It was just annoying her now. Her body was burning but no fire brigade was coming. She noticed there was an alarm point in the room also. She reached out to turn off the alarm....and almost fell off the bed.
The first thing she did was to check if her body was burning. No, it was fine. The fire alarm was still going on, but it was her alarm clock on the side table. She reached out and turned it off.
She wondered why the dream was so goofy. She totally knew that the boss was going to fuck her either in the interview or soon after. And her boyfriend, ha, that was a laugh. As she moved she felt her thighs wet. She reached down between her legs and found that her pussy was soaking wet. She considered fingering herself to an orgasm and relieving the tension. But then decided against it. Not only would it make her late, she should save it for the boss later.
Hina got out of the bed and smiled at her sexy dream.
Chapter 37 -- Neetu Has Lunch with Boss
Neetu was very excited but also quite nervous. While she had had this crush on the CEO for so long, she had never had the guts to do anything real about it. It was only last evening that he had shown interest in her and Neetu had responded boldly. She did feel the heat between them. Afterwards when his personal secretary had told her to dress in a shorter, skimpier dress, Neetu had understood that she had noticed the heat as well.
Of course, Neetu had followed her advice. She was wearing a skintight minidress that left her back bare to the very tip of her ass crack. The halter straps that tied behind her neck were thin strings. The dress was made of thin cotton and had a pattern of wide black and turquoise stripes. Being backless no bra was possible with it, but the dress had support in it for her full breasts. Neetu had tied the strings tightly to push her tits up creating a deep, tight cleavage effect. The hem of the dress was only reaching down to her upper thighs. Her long legs were fully bare and looked amazing. Her shoes were 7" high white stilettos with pointed heels. They had 2" high platforms which made Neetu's ass push up in a very sexy, provocative manner.
She had even followed Parineeti's advice and left her panties at home. Her dark hair was loose and created a good contrast with her fair skin. She had red highlights in her dark hair and she had brushed her hair this morning until it all glimmered in light. Neetu actually worried that if she sat down in the lobby like that in that dress, the house detective might think she was a prostitute. She did look super sexy and not like a boring travel desk executive. But she was a travel desk exec at VisCom and had the business card to prove it. She knew people in the hotel staff, including the manager. She decided to be bold and took off her jacket. But she kept it in her lap. That dress was way too short to cover her pussy in the seated position.
They had talked about lunch and Neetu had not thought about anything else since last night. To have a lunch date with boss, to be alone with him, away from the office, just him and her...she had had very vivid, sexy dreams all night. Even now her pussy throbbed when she thought about them. Actually, her pussy was becoming a problem.
Not wanting to make the boss wait, Neetu had left the office early and got to the hotel at half past eleven. Now she would have to wait for at least half an hour. Her pussy was already moist in anticipation and it was only getting wetter. She was worried she might start leaking before Vikas arrived. She decided to not look at the clock and simply pass the time with her phone. She sat on a sofa facing away from the lobby door. It worked. She got her excitement under control. But then the result was that she didn't see Vikas arrive as he entered from behind her.
Vikas arrived two minutes after twelve and looked for Neetu in the big lobby. He found her easily by looking where the men were staring. He walked to her and said "Hi Neetu, sorry I am late."
At his voice, her excitement shot up like a spike. She put the phone down and got up.
"Hello Sir." She smiled "You are not late."
Slipping his arm around her waist, he pulled her close easily like she was his girlfriend. She stepped into his embrace and put her arms around him. He kissed her slowly on the lips like it was his right to do so. Neetu responded with full submission like she had come here just for this. She pressed her body against him and sucked on his lips. His hands gently caressing up and down over her bare back felt so good that Neetu knew she would only wear backless dresses from now on. His tongue played with hers and Neetu pressed her lips harder against his hot, rough lips. She kept her mouth open for him and drank his saliva. His breath caressing her cheek was warming her skin and her pussy.
It was not a long kiss, but just long enough to set the tone for the meeting. Now, Neetu knew she could think of it as a date rather than a meeting. If she was so interested in boss, then he was also interested in having her. His hand on her lower back was telling her that she was already in his possession. She liked that.
"You look smoking hot, babe." He said as they broke the kiss.
"Oh, thank you so much, Sir." She beamed "I could not dress the boring way when on a date with my boss."
She deliberately used the word to see if he would correct her that it was a meeting not a date. He didn't.
"I am flattered." He smiled, keeping his hand on her back, rubbing slowly "Especially those shoes, wow. I love them."
Neetu's smile got wider "Thank you, Sir. They are my favourite."
"The men are all staring at you," Vikas smiled "they are thinking 'Kyaa maal hai!'"
[What a piece!]
She cuddled up closer to him "They should realise by now that this maal belongs to her boss."
