"You've already helped," that's what she said before leaving. It's been almost two months since that day, and I distinctly remember every single detail. I have relived those moments over and over in my head every day, how we began talking, her smile, her eyes, how she laughed, when she cried, the way she moved, her body, her smell, and the taste of her lips, the taste of her nipples, and her pussy. I remember how our bodies were rubbing against each other when I was inside her.
But, most of all, I remember the moment when she left. We kissed for the last time, then she turned away to leave, her last words as she looked back over her shoulder. There was a deep smile on her face, her cheeks still had the red blush from the orgasms she had. Her eyes looked like they had a smile of their own. It was like she had felt happy in a very long time like she had never been loved that way before. I kind of felt proud to make her feel that way. But there was something else in her eyes too. I can't be sure what it was.
"You've already helped," those were the last word I heard in her sweet voice. I guess I fell in love with her at that exact moment!
Love!
Seriously, even the thought of that word sent chills down my spine. I shook my head out of these thoughts. I had been sitting there for the last two hours and this was all I could think about.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention, 'there' stands for the headquarters of Pune's, one of the biggest IT companies. I got the call for a job interview two weeks back. I got there in Pune the night before. I stayed in a nice hotel and now, I was sitting in a hall with seventeen other candidates for the interview.
Through all this time the only thing I was worried about is what she was hiding behind her smile, that her eyes were trying to tell me, but I was so ignorant to understand.
"Shouldn't I be worried about what am I going to talk about in my interview? Maybe I'm in love with her after all." My lips stretched in a smile with the thought. Almost immediately the smile turned into a frown, in frustration of failing to lose that thought. "I can't be in love with a married girl with whom I had sex, accidentally."
This is the biggest opportunity I was gonna get for a job. I've got a few more calls for interviews with different companies, both in Pune, and Bangalore. But they are nothing compared to this one. I wasn't sure I would even be selected for the interview there. Now that I was there, I wanted the job so badly.
I heard from other candidates that they called seventeen people to interview just for two job openings, but nobody is totally sure. Everyone has heard about it from someone else. These companies never disclose how many openings they have. I guess it makes the interview more suspenseful, or it's just their way to look sophisticated.
Suddenly, my mind was pulled back from these thoughts when I heard my name from the assistant's desk. It was a girl in her early twenties, sitting behind the desk, just outside the interview room. She was perusing through everyone's resume and marking some specifics, I guess, to make the interviewer's job easy. From time to time she would call for a name of the candidate who was next for interview.
The girl behind the desk was fairly hot, just like any typical assistant. She was wearing a thick makeup on her face. I bet it would have taken more than an hour just to preen her eyes. Her lips were glowing red in contrast to her white face. She had a white shirt with dark blue, vertical lines on it. It was tucked inside a tight black, leather skirt, which started just little below her thin waist and ended a few inches above her knees. Looking at the mound on her shirt, clearly, she had gorgeous breasts for her size. Looking at her posture, I could tell her height wouldn't be more than five feet, five inches.
She was sitting behind the desk with her legs crossed. Every time she changed her legs crossing, people's head turned that way like a perpetual clockwork machine. Some of the candidates were constantly staring at her. I guess I would have done the same if I wasn't preoccupied with someone else, who was way more beautiful than the girl at the desk, and in my mind, she was completely naked.
So, when she called my name, I looked at her, she pointed toward the door, suggesting I was next. I stood up, checked my shirt's collar and sleeves, then I walked inside.
The moment I walked into the room I was a bit confused. There were supposed to be five people sitting in the room to interview me, but all I saw was a big round table and several revolving chairs spread around it. They were all empty except one at the far end from me. I couldn't see who was sitting in it because it was facing away from me towards the transparent glass wall. I could see several other buildings outside, almost as high as the one I was in.
"Excuse me, is this the room where the job interview is going on?" I tried to sound confident.
The chair turned around in a swift motion. There was a lady sitting on it. She was looking down at a file in her lap, with a bunch of papers inside it. Maybe it was my biodata.
"Yes, it is," she said without looking up. Her voice sounded familiar.
The room went silent again. I was standing near the door, holding a file of my documents in my hands, looking at her for the next move. She was still looking down. Her shoulder length hair was tied in a ponytail. Her attire looked very professional, a white shirt, and glasses.
"Please take a seat.... Mr. Mohit, is it?" She gestured with her hand while holding a pen in her fingers, this time looking at me.
She was wearing a crimson red lipstick, which suited her fair white face. Her glasses made her look more authoritarian while maintaining her feminine beauty, if not enhancing it. Her voice caught my attention once again. 'Is it Neha, sitting in front of me,' I wondered. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, 'I have to get her out of my head.'
"Yes, Mohit it is," I replied with a smile. I pulled the chair facing her and sat.
"Let's talk about your college, and your project," she said with a welcoming smile.
I began talking about the skills I learned during my projects. She would stop me, and ask questions, where she thought fit, then I would continue. I was looking straight at her to look confident.
She was sitting at a distance, so I could see more than her face without moving my eyes. Her hands were rested on the table in front of her. She was leaned back in her chair comfortably. I noticed that the top two buttons of her shirt were open. Her breasts were almost the same size as Neha's. Even her face looked very similar. It was frustrating that I had started comparing every girl with her.
I kept talking while trying to keep Neha out of my head. I looked down on the table for a moment, and I looked back at her. She leaned in on the table, with her hands supporting her weight, and stood up slowly enough that I got a good look at her cleavage, slightly visible from her unbuttoned shirt. She started walking toward me. She had a thin waist. Her shirt was tucked in a black, leather skirt, just like the girl outside the room.
As she took steps toward me, I got more and more intimidated. I started looking down, my voice almost started stuttering. As she was halfway far from my chair, I looked up, and what I saw, flushed all the feelings away. I was speechless. I wasn't sure what I was feeling now; the only thing I was sure about was, it was her....
She came close and stood up next to me, resting her hips on the table for support. Our eyes were fixed on each other. She was smiling with a sense of achievement, that she had fooled me for this long.
