The waiter
Shanti woke up at noon the next day. She barely remembered anything from the night before other than having a vague sense of having behaved scandalously. Well, wine does that to people sometimes. She yawned and stretched languidly on the bed. She checked her phone and got a shock.. there were half a dozen messages from her boss, the last one a dire threat reply now or else. She called and kept the phone at a safe distance from her ear the first few minutes. From his incoherent rant all she could make out was ‘you did it, you did it, we got the contract! Oh she said sleepily, I get a raise now do I? Shut up was the curt reply Khanna wants to sign the deal today and he has expressly requested your presence. The Board will be there too. One o clock at Khanna’s hotel and he rang off.
Khanna, she remembered. Jesus. What did i do to him. I hope he doesn’t want to marry me now or something. She hurriedly dressed. No peep show saree for you today love, just a shirt and trousers.
The conference room was full as she entered. It smelt Ankara travesti of testosterone and money. She realised she was the only woman there and was grateful for her choice of clothes. Just pretend I’m one of you she shuddered. Khanna grabbed her hand and plonked her right next to him. The fact that he was married didn’t seem to cramp his style in the least. And what right did he have to do this to her, she bristled under her smiling exterior.
Come my dear, let me introduce you to the Board. She shook hands with a string of men each fatter and hornier than the last. When one held her hand a fraction to long for civil society, another placed his hand on her waist a little to low for comfort. She was aware that her tits and ass were being put on display as if she were a prime heifer. Where the fuck did these guys come from? Gropers anonymous? Khanna was getting off on his latest conquest being drooled upon. She wanted to kill them all.
‘Poor Razia stuck amongst goondas?’ A low voice whispered. She looked up. it was the waiter, Antalya travesti holding out a tray of cocktails. He was young dark and had a cocky smile. She was grateful for the drinks and having someone read her mind.. she smiled at him. Yes but who will save Razia she asked in a similarly poetic vein. Well, who does she want to be saved by? was the obvious retort and he hurried away. All through the function she watched him, prancing from table to table with youthful energy. And he knew she was watching him. She knew it because he didn’t make eye contact again.
Khanna’s moves under the conference table were getting a bit tiresome. She wanted to leave. I’m going to the loo she said extricating herself. As she left she knew her young waiter was watching her. She went towards the ladies room, half dreading the opulence and the painted women that she’d meet there. Then she noticed a door in the passageway that said ‘STAFF Toilet- MEN’
She opened it half trembling. She didn’t know if it was empty and it was. It was tubelit dimly and İstanbul travesti smelled of phenyl. There was the sound of dripping. A little white washbasin and a cracked mirror above it. She wondered what the fuck she was doing there. She knew, she was waiting for her waiter. She wanted that lithe brown body of his and his cocky smile all to herself. She wanted that subversive complicity between them to continue into lovemaking. She wanted to reward her hero by submitting herself to his every whim.
Slowly she unbuttoned her shirt and started to massage her nipples. She need to feel his enthusiasm and energy flow into her. Her hand slipped down her trousers and s,he fingered herself uncaringly. Come my hero come to me she moaned. I will give you all of me, for you have saved my life. Her pussy was dripping wet with her juices and the pungent smell of her come fought against the phenyl. She looked pleadingly at the door, willing it to burst open. She couldn’t hold herself in at the thought of his hands squeezing her buttocks. She wanted his penis to thrust insistently up her stomach and cum inside her. She came at the thought of his pleasure. She doubled over the washbasin moaning. She hurriedly herself and she heard the door creak open. It was him. Apologetically he said sorry to disturb ma’am, lunch is served.