"Had it not been for that critical meeting, I would have taken the day off and waited for the damn car to be fixed" Pooja cursed her fate as she was squeezed into the back of a mostly men filled coach during peak travel time in Mumbai metro.
That morning was a special one for Pooja as this was a big moment in her career where she can finally shift to her work headquarters in Nariman point, which also happens to be the classiest location to work in Mumbai.
Last year, she was promoted as head of sales department in the district branch of the luxurious brand of Lakme Makeup products for her ability to impress clients, not with her beauty, but with her presence of mind.
She started her career only 5 years back, fresh out of college, as part time sales girl in Lakme salon. Though only 18 yrs at that time, she had an inbuilt talent to say the right thing at the right time to the right client in order to sell any product that she was asked to promote. Hell, she could have sold a comb to a bald person!
Pooja stood meager 5.1 feet tall, shorter than an average Indian female, with light brown skin, almond eyes snuck behind her fairly old-fashioned glasses. Her upturned straight nose gave her an egoistic bitchy look, but in fact, she was rather timid at nature except when at work; where her passionate attitude drove her mind. Her jet black straight hair sat comfortably below the shoulder that she used to tie up in a ponytail to avoid a sweaty feel on the back of her neck. She had a couple of proud assets to her body; full bosoms jutting straight out and rather bubbly globes at bottom to match her jugs. It was rather unusual on her otherwise slim body.
Without any boyfriend, she always focussed on her career and never really paid attention to looks or dressed up to enhance her assets. When there were talks of this important meeting to happen on Monday, her friend Neelam had pestered her to wear something provocative to seal the deal and get promoted. She even took her out shopping over the weekend and purchased her a sexy black skirt to go with a formal white shirt that had a rather deeper cut to be called formal. Matching shiny black heels put up perfectly for her upcoming business meeting. Though Pooja had worn a few skirts in the past, she was not so comfortable in these minis that reached only till the middle of her thighs.
On Monday morning, after her bath, Pooja decided to take out her best bra that supported her breasts as well as pushed them higher for a decent valley to show. Since her normal cotton panty would show its lining over a smooth skirt, she chose her one and only thong that she had once worn during a special occasion in college.
She wore soft makeup, got the keys to her car, put on her black heels, swung her mini purse over her shoulder and locked the doors. As she walked to her car, she kept reminding herself to keep calm and recited her punchlines in her mind about how she was going to impress the clients. Few heads turned to look at her sexy figure, but she was too focussed on her day ahead to notice those stares.
"Damn it!" the car wouldn't start after being on the side for almost a week. Maybe it needs a new starter plug or battery, but it only meant to eat more time for her. She only had 3 more hrs to reach the client's office; just enough for her to commute via train. She had to decide NOW. With repair potentially taking anywhere from half an hour to maybe the whole day, she could not risk it.
