Two minutes of watching the Good Girls of the office – Diya, Liya and Celia, TLC they were called – doing their giggly-act and I really wanted to slap them.
But before I could do anything of the sort, Confused Kutty asked me if I wanted a drink. I asked for a pineapple juice and he was surprised. "You don't drink?" Kutty asked, "Or you are not drinking tonight?" I told him about my not-drinking-in public stance and he didn't push further. Meanwhile, TLC were on their second drink already. Kutty looked at me as if expecting me to accompany him to the bar, I was very clear that I was not going to be his 'date' for that evening. So I pretended to not understand his look and walked away from Kutty… right into Runu's path.
Runu and me stopped short of bumping into each other and as we stood face to face, Runu seemed as flabbergasted as me and blurted out, "Do you want a drink?" Before I could say anything, Kutty responded from behind me, "She is not drinking and I am getting her pineapple juice." Both Runu and I were surprised by this declaration, Kutty's voice had slightly risen and he looked agitated. Runu shrugged and said casually, "So while you go and get her the drink, I shall keep her company," and saying that, held my hand and led me away from Kutty.
Other heads were turning as Runu led me to one of the corner couches. As we sat, TLC – who had been fluttering their eyelashes at some of the boys from the design team – came over as well. "Runu sir," they said in chorus, between more giggles, more fluttering and a lot of heavy breathing, "Will you dance with us?" they asked, again in chorus. Runu laughed and answered that they would dance a little later. All three girls giggled some more at that and still stood there. Suddenly Tia addressed me, "Suparna, you can also come and dance with us when we dance with Runu," and giggled conspiratorially. Before I could respond, Mohini Ghosh also joined our little, but rapidly increasing group. "Can she dance though?" she asked TLC in general, smiled rather toothily at Runu and looked at me as if she would eat me up. And as she asked that, true to Mohini's style, her sari pallu slipped off her shoulder and suddenly we were all looking at two mammoth breasts in a very low cut, too tight to fit blouse. "Oops," was all Mohini said.
To be continued…
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Shabab and kebab, on the house!
As both parties crossed each other on the gravel path to enter the club, I felt Runu's hand brush my butt…
I turned around to see if he had actually touched me…and realized he was looking at me, to see if I had noticed. He had touched me. And as fleetingly as his hand had rested on my behind, Runu diverted his eyes and walked away with Assima, who had been glaring at me. Something told me she too had noticed what had just happened. But I wondered why it bothered Her, she had a husband?
On reaching inside, it was the usual scene at a party with free booze. In the earlier part of the evening, you will find most people standing at the bar, towards the middle of the evening, there are people at the bar, on the bar and on the dance floor; and towards the end of the evening, there's the bar, the dance floor and down there, the people. If you ever want to see the real side of people, don't just give them alcohol, tell them it's FREE and watch them drink themselves beyond self respect or sanity. And it's worse with the Good Girls. Now Good Girls usually don't drink, smoke, flirt with men or wear push-up bras. Good Girls are also the ones who blush at the mention of the word 'sex' though I can bet my a**e, if you could peep into their (wet) dreams, you'd come back three shades of scarlet. They would be that HOT. And these Good Girls, usually get REALLY drunk on free booze and after that… It's a free show. They will rub themselves over the men while dancing 'innocently', announce "oh I am so drunk" and then drape themselves over some more guys, say the corniest things and then giggle and keep announcing sporadically that they are very drunk. I don't like getting drunk in public – it smudges your makeup. But I can definitely pretend to be drunk when the occasion demands it. Like when there is a really dishy guy and I want to feel him up.
So like any other party, everyone was at the bar and the designated Good Girls of the office – Diya, Liya and Celia, TLC they were called, they found it cute, it made me cringe – were being their giggly best and gingerly sniffing each alcoholic drink, taking gigantic sips from each and then scowling as well. Two minutes of watching them do this and I really wanted to slap them.
To be continued…
I turned around to see if he had actually touched me…and realized he was looking at me, to see if I had noticed. He had touched me. And as fleetingly as his hand had rested on my behind, Runu diverted his eyes and walked away with Assima, who had been glaring at me. Something told me she too had noticed what had just happened. But I wondered why it bothered Her, she had a husband?
On reaching inside, it was the usual scene at a party with free booze. In the earlier part of the evening, you will find most people standing at the bar, towards the middle of the evening, there are people at the bar, on the bar and on the dance floor; and towards the end of the evening, there's the bar, the dance floor and down there, the people. If you ever want to see the real side of people, don't just give them alcohol, tell them it's FREE and watch them drink themselves beyond self respect or sanity. And it's worse with the Good Girls. Now Good Girls usually don't drink, smoke, flirt with men or wear push-up bras. Good Girls are also the ones who blush at the mention of the word 'sex' though I can bet my a**e, if you could peep into their (wet) dreams, you'd come back three shades of scarlet. They would be that HOT. And these Good Girls, usually get REALLY drunk on free booze and after that… It's a free show. They will rub themselves over the men while dancing 'innocently', announce "oh I am so drunk" and then drape themselves over some more guys, say the corniest things and then giggle and keep announcing sporadically that they are very drunk. I don't like getting drunk in public – it smudges your makeup. But I can definitely pretend to be drunk when the occasion demands it. Like when there is a really dishy guy and I want to feel him up.
So like any other party, everyone was at the bar and the designated Good Girls of the office – Diya, Liya and Celia, TLC they were called, they found it cute, it made me cringe – were being their giggly best and gingerly sniffing each alcoholic drink, taking gigantic sips from each and then scowling as well. Two minutes of watching them do this and I really wanted to slap them.
To be continued…
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Older men are bolder men?
Confused Kutty was positively blushing as I linked my arm into his. Since he is very dark, on blushing he looked almost purple and for a minute I thought he was having a heart attack or something. He was wearing a regular bush-shirt with huge red and black checks and he had paired the shirt with hideously brown, shiny-looking trousers. Thankfully though, Kutty did not have oil in his hair for the party. However, I had noticed that Kutty had a preference for boxers; his boxer band was peeping out earlier in the evening. As I had been getting into Kutty's car, my handbag had fallen on the ground and my lipstick had rolled out of the bag and under the car. Kutty had stood there looking at me when I had asked him if he expected a lady to bend over in public and that had been enough to send him scurrying under the car…
I was wearing my tightest pair of skinny jeans that was also low waisted and had stuck to a white shirt. It would have been almost like office dressing except for the fact that the shirt was very transparent and I was wearing it with a scarlet necktie. It matched with the red bra I was wearing that was clearly visible from under the shirt. On my feet, I was wearing the sleekest pair of black stilettos… red would have looked good, but then it's so obviously tarty, ya? I was wearing Hugo Boss for women, one of my exes had bought it for me and had put up my hair in a high ponytail. As we walked in, the door to the club where we were having the party opened and Runu stepped out… with special correspondent Ashima, who was called Ass-ima because of her really huge posterior, but of course she did not know that.
As Runu and Assima came out, they both stopped, she scowling at me and Runu, well, I thought his eyes lit up but was not too sure. He wore specs. Assima seemed to be telling Runu something rather earnestly and stopped mid-sentence when she saw Kutty and me. While she was all smiles for Kutty, she did not even smile at me. What a bitch! And it was good for her that her husband was not in our office… I had enough women to teach a lesson to. As both parties crossed each other on the gravel path to enter the club, I felt Runu's hand brush my butt…
to be continued
I was wearing my tightest pair of skinny jeans that was also low waisted and had stuck to a white shirt. It would have been almost like office dressing except for the fact that the shirt was very transparent and I was wearing it with a scarlet necktie. It matched with the red bra I was wearing that was clearly visible from under the shirt. On my feet, I was wearing the sleekest pair of black stilettos… red would have looked good, but then it's so obviously tarty, ya? I was wearing Hugo Boss for women, one of my exes had bought it for me and had put up my hair in a high ponytail. As we walked in, the door to the club where we were having the party opened and Runu stepped out… with special correspondent Ashima, who was called Ass-ima because of her really huge posterior, but of course she did not know that.
As Runu and Assima came out, they both stopped, she scowling at me and Runu, well, I thought his eyes lit up but was not too sure. He wore specs. Assima seemed to be telling Runu something rather earnestly and stopped mid-sentence when she saw Kutty and me. While she was all smiles for Kutty, she did not even smile at me. What a bitch! And it was good for her that her husband was not in our office… I had enough women to teach a lesson to. As both parties crossed each other on the gravel path to enter the club, I felt Runu's hand brush my butt…
to be continued
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Better safe than sorry?
"There is an office party tomorrow. Why don't you come along as well?"
Runu had asked me and now, along with the rest of the girls in office,the question was: what was one to wear? The whole day, all girls werediscussing their outfits of choice in various corners around theoffice. Then of course there were the girls who had not been invited –usually the variety who were known as 'prudes' or who had stringentdeadlines to follow. There was the gang of girls who decided to dressalike – jeans and a top in certain colour. I failed to understand whywomen insisted on wearing the same clothes as others. I thought thepoint of dressing up was to stand out from the crowd, ya?
I was very sure about what I was going to wear. My dilemma was moreabout 'who' I would go with. While Runu had asked me to join in forthe party, it was not as if it were a personal invite. He hadapparently asked eight other girls in office… the grapevine insistedthat he had picked out the best-looking women in office. I was happybeing part of one of them on Runu's list for now, very soon, thepriority list would change. As soon as office had learnt that even Ihad been invited, there were four different offers to hitch a ride tothe party.
As I debated on the one to choose, I was clear that I would not gowith Runu. Staring back into his eyes was fine, but a girl should notgive away too many hints, ya? I chose the safest option – ConfusedKutty, the senior sub editor – out of all four. I had been a bitsurprised when Kutty had offered to drive me to the party. He wasknown by all and general as the office bore and was known to frowndown upon girls who wore "revealing" clothes. And well, as far as Iwas concerned, if it wasn't revealing, it wasn't clothes! And yet, itwas Kutty who had asked me and it was Kutty I was going with. I justthought that unlike the other young boys in office, Kutty wouldn'tmind me flitting about in the party.
I entered the party on Kutty's arm, much to his surprise since he hadnot offered me his arm. But since he had sat absolutely quietly in thecar the entire way to the party, I decided to make him an 'open'person, soon.
To be continued…
Runu had asked me and now, along with the rest of the girls in office,the question was: what was one to wear? The whole day, all girls werediscussing their outfits of choice in various corners around theoffice. Then of course there were the girls who had not been invited –usually the variety who were known as 'prudes' or who had stringentdeadlines to follow. There was the gang of girls who decided to dressalike – jeans and a top in certain colour. I failed to understand whywomen insisted on wearing the same clothes as others. I thought thepoint of dressing up was to stand out from the crowd, ya?
I was very sure about what I was going to wear. My dilemma was moreabout 'who' I would go with. While Runu had asked me to join in forthe party, it was not as if it were a personal invite. He hadapparently asked eight other girls in office… the grapevine insistedthat he had picked out the best-looking women in office. I was happybeing part of one of them on Runu's list for now, very soon, thepriority list would change. As soon as office had learnt that even Ihad been invited, there were four different offers to hitch a ride tothe party.
As I debated on the one to choose, I was clear that I would not gowith Runu. Staring back into his eyes was fine, but a girl should notgive away too many hints, ya? I chose the safest option – ConfusedKutty, the senior sub editor – out of all four. I had been a bitsurprised when Kutty had offered to drive me to the party. He wasknown by all and general as the office bore and was known to frowndown upon girls who wore "revealing" clothes. And well, as far as Iwas concerned, if it wasn't revealing, it wasn't clothes! And yet, itwas Kutty who had asked me and it was Kutty I was going with. I justthought that unlike the other young boys in office, Kutty wouldn'tmind me flitting about in the party.
I entered the party on Kutty's arm, much to his surprise since he hadnot offered me his arm. But since he had sat absolutely quietly in thecar the entire way to the party, I decided to make him an 'open'person, soon.
To be continued…
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