The interview gave me exactly what I wanted. I was propelled from being a rookie to a serious full timer in just a few weeks. In the daily editorial meetings I was no longer assigned random tasks but was now being handed the better assignments than before.
Since I had started working, I was almost like an intern, attending to one senior journalist daily. I would tag along with them and observe how they worked and did the mundane and random work like proof reading their articles and other stuff. Even though I had learned a lot but my ambition prevented me from taking baby steps.
People perhaps knew that I got the interview because I was connected to Uday but I didn't care. I had the interview and no one else. The editor ordered the interview to be printed on the first page and it just exploded from there on.
The interview was a new political attack on the ruling party. It was a new political strategy that Uday's party had adopted to corner the already wafer thin alliance of the ruling government.
The interview went viral and it was read and mentioned everywhere. The rival news papers also cashed in on the interview further probing the new strategy adopted by Uday's party. Uday was suddenly on a lot of news shows and debates.
I knew the interview was going to create waves rather than ripples when I was actually recording Uday speaking but at the time my attention was on something else. I was more attentive towards Uday's physical ques and him in person. In a way I was absentmindedly asking the pre fabricated questions and recording his pre meditated answers.
Even as I was basking in the glory of the fame I was receiving, the most distinct memory of that day was not the interview but the few minutes we spent in each other's arms as our mouths explored each other.
I could still feel the tingle in my body as I recalled his hand moving over my shoulder, my neck, my cheek and his other arm gently wrapping itself around me. I could still smell the fragrance of his aftershave and his cologne and would send goosebumps in body. I felt so safe, so wonderful, so small in his arms that I cooed and squirmed just thinking about it.
I spent that night and subsequent nights in my bed alone, naked, fingering my wet cunt and toying with my engorged clit. Squeezing my swollen tit hard and moaning to the point of screaming, the images of the evening flashed rapidly in front of my closed eyes like a movie. At first one finger..then two and finally 3 of my slender fingers stuffed my wet, throbbing pussy.
With my eyes closed I not just recalled the kiss but also the fantasised what could be. I imagined both of us naked on the table of that room; a naked me and a naked him going at each other like it was the last day of our lives. I imagined him taking me in the most perverse yet arousing ways orgamsed my way to sleep.
What turned me on even more was that we shared that moment in a quite corner of his house which was full of armed guards, his personal staff and most of all his wife. Now, I am no man snatcher but the idea of conquering new territory did in a very nasty way turn me on a lot.
I was ecstatic on one hand but my father's warning the other day flashed in my mind too. I was conflicted; Uday's image in public was very good. He was known as a family man, a role model for the country. I too did not have any bad experiences with him. He gave me a job and my first serious break.
I had kissed him and made out with him but I was partly responsible for it. He might have started it but I led him on clearly with some obvious flirting.
A part of me was worried about the path I was walking down but another part of me, the dominant part pushed me ahead down the same path.I resigned to fate and decided to cross the bridge when and if it comes.
Even though I was now getting busier with work but a part of me always craved Uday's company; not just because I could steal some kinky moments with him but also every meeting with Uday propelled my career forward.
I would find myself looking at my phone waiting for his or his secretary's call or a message and I waited for patiently and I got the call one day.
"Hi Mira." Uday said over the other end of the phone. This was the first time he had directly called me.
All the previous times his secretary but this time Uday himself had called me and I realised that he too was into this deep.
"Hi Uday...you've been quite busy with the sessions in the Parliament." I replied, very happy to have heard his voice in weeks.
"Yes...work demands that but you've been on my mind a lot." He replied, finding the right words to charm a young girl
"Really...Awww...so when are we going to meet." I asked him, eager to know if he would be free.
"Tonight. My secretary will call you but you have to do what she tells you to and ask no questions." He said stating the conditions for the meeting.
"What do you mean? What will she make me do?" I asked. I was puzzled at the peculiar kind of request.
"Don't worry. She is going to be there to help you prepare for tonight." He replied reassuringly.
"Prepare for what?" I asked.
"Wait for tonight and you'll know. I have to go now and you wait for Naina's call." He replied before disconnecting the call.
I was quite puzzled at what he had said. What did he intend to do with me tonight? He did not give any details besides mentioning an event tonight. I recalled our last meeting in a flash and I only recalled the kiss and nothing else.
Being a Saturday I was going to go home early and perhaps Uday knew about it. The whole day I kept thinking of what was going to happen in the evening. The mystery, the suspense turned me on as I started visualising all the perverse possibilities.
Just as he had said, his secretary Naina called me in the afternoon. She said a package would be delivered to me in an hour. She instructed me not to open the package in public but only in privacy.
