Chapter 40: Rashmika Takes a Chance

“Excuse me, where is Mr. Rohan’s office?” Rashmika asked a passing guy.

Instead of replying, he stared at Rashmika. In his defence, she was worth staring at. She was a stunningly beautiful girl to start with but today she had dressed for her screen test so her dress was ultra glamorous. It was a halter mini dress in red cotton that contrasted beautifully with her fair skin. The straps that tied behind her neck were noodle thin. Her cleavage was so deep and wide that her nipples were barely covered. It was a skin tight dress that supported her boobs and pushed them up in a mouthwatering display of flesh. There was no possibility of wearing a bra with such a skimpy dress.

There were triangular cut-outs on both sides just below her breasts, baring as much of her midriff as possible. Her navel was covered in this which she didn’t like but this was her skimpiest dress so she had decided to use it today. It was tight around her ass and just barely covered her upper thighs. There was absolutely no back to the dress at all, and it dipped so deep in the back that it bared three inches of her tight ass crack. Rashmika had not even considered wearing any panties.

Her shoes were 9” high black stilettos with 4” platform. She could walk in them but not many girls could. But then, she had had lots of practice. They had thin leather straps that wrapped around her shapely legs in a criss-cross pattern and tied on her thighs. They were called whore heels for a good reason. She had made her hair in a loose style but tied it up a little bit to raise it higher. Now it didn’t reach past the base of her neck and left her bare back fully visible. She had used moisturising cream on all her body and her soft, young skin looked even more supple and kissable. She had done her own make up for the camera and worn dark red lipstick that matched her dress.

She had worn a long jacket on the train, but taken it off for the screen test. She had left her jacket and her bag in the studio to go and visit her new boss Rohan Oberoi. The last time she had met him was in a studio downstairs. This time she was coming in without an appointment so she would have to find his office. She knew his office was on the top floor but then she needed help. She had come out of the lift and asked the first guy she saw. But he was standing there ogling her rather than saying something. Rashmika repeated the question. He pointed in a direction. She thanked him and walked in that direction.

As she walked two steps she saw the big corner office. She didn’t really need to ask. Her body was buzzing as she walked toward the corner office. She was taking a chance. She had only been invited to the screen test. She had decided that she would use this opportunity to meet Rohan as well. That’s why she had dressed extra slutty this morning. But now she was not sure. He might not be there. He might be busy. He might not want to see her. He might even be angry that she had turned up uninvited. Well, then she will just ask him to spank her. She remembered how well he had spanked her ass in audition. Her pussy had been dripping after a few strokes from his hard, heavy hands. Her pussy was wet now as she was walking to his office.

To her surprise, his secretary didn’t stop her. Rashmika pushed open the glass door and entered his office with a racing heart.

“Good morning, Sir.”

He looked up and smiled “Good morning, Rashmika. Come, take a seat.”

Oh, wow. He remembered her name. Surely, that was a good sign? She sat down in a visitor chair and kept her legs open as she remembered he preferred. Her bare pussy was easily visible to him in the office lights but he didn’t show any signs that he was looking.

“I ... I ... just wanted to see you.” Rashmika smiled. That smile usually made guys feel hot. She was relieved to see that Rohan smiled as well.

He nodded “It’s nice to see you, darling.”

“Would you like to fuck me today, Sir?” Rashmika didn’t know where she got the courage but she wanted him, he was driving her crazy.

“You know, we haven’t decided on the assignment yet, sweetheart.” Rohan smiled.

“Do you need that, Sir?” She pressed on “You can just nail me and send me home. I don’t need an assignment to be your whore.”

“I am so sorry, Sir,” Deepika pushed open the door and walked in “I was just about to ... oh, hi, Rashmika.”

“Hi, Deepika ma’am.” Rashmika said.

“Erm ... Sir, I thought we had our meeting right now, have I got the time wrong?” Deepika looked at Rohan “Do you have a meeting with Rashmika?”

“No, darling. She just came to say hello.” Rohan said.

Rashmika was feeling like he might politely usher her out any second, so she added “And I wanted you to fuck me, Sir.”

He looked at her “Darling, you are a gorgeous piece of ass, but I told you why you need to wait before I can claim you.”

“Sir, I am only –”

Deepika interrupted Rashmika “Sir, I think you are being unfair to the girl.”

“Am I? How?” He asked.

“You are only considering her as a model and making her wait for the modelling decision,” Deepika said “but she wants your dick in her, modelling or no modelling. She is here as fuckmeat. Am I right, Rashi?”

Rashmika nodded “Yes, ma’am. Yes, ma’am. Only as fuckmeat for him to enjoy.”

“Look, Sir,” Deepika moved closer to Rohan’s desk “we can decide for modelling assignment when we want, but Rashmika is here just for your use. You can nail her, pump your cum in her and send her home. She would not mind. Would you, Rashmika?”

“No, ma’am,” Rashmika’s said breathlessly, the idea of going home with his cum dripping from her holes was too exciting for her “I would love it if you dump your load in me and send me home, Sir.”

“It’s not that simple – “ Rohan started but Deepika interrupted him.

“You can make it simple, Sir.” Deepika said “Rashi, stand up.”

Rashmika stood up and held her hands behind her ass.

“Look at that girl, Sir.” Deepika said “She is an amazing hot babe. Guys would treat her like a goddess. But she is dressed like a whore. For you. Rashmika, why are you dressed like a whore?”

“For Sir,” Rashmika nodded “I want to be his whore.”

“Don’t go that far, honey,” Deepika smiled “I am still working on your side. Stay with fuckmeat.”

Rashmika quickly corrected “I want to be Sir’s fuckmeat.”

“Are you wearing a bra? Or panties?” Deepika said.

“In this dress? Not possible.” Rashmika said “No, neither.” She did notice that Rohan was looking at her with interest.

“Why are you not wearing panties, Rashi?” Deepika said.

“Because I want Sir’s dick in my holes, I want to keep his way clear.” Rashmika looked at Rohan this time, right in his eyes.

“Did you hear that, Sir?” Deepika said “She came here ready to be fucked. Only to be nailed.”

“Yes, Sir.” Rashmika said.

“Tell him, did you come to ask for modelling work?” Deepika said.

“No, ma’am,” Rashmika looked at Rohan “no, Sir. I only came to present myself to you as your whore, I mean as fuckmeat for you to use.”

“Ok, one more thing, Rashi,” Deepika said “if Sir nailed you today and sent you home with his cum pumped in your holes, then later he selected other models for the job and not you, would you complain?”

“It’s his right to choose whoever he wants, ma’am,” Rashmika said “but I crave his cock in me. He knows that. Not just now but he could keep me as his fucktoy, even if he doesn’t choose me as a model. I am not asking for anything other than being a slave to his cock.”

Rohan looked at her again “Is that true?” Rashmika nodded.

Deepika said “Rashi, go around, dear, and bend over his desk, right next to his chair.”

Her whole body was buzzing even harder with sexual charge as Rashmika walked around Rohan’s big desk and placed her hands on the glass desk, bending over nicely, pushing her ass back.

“Nice and low, Rashi.” Deepika said “You are fuckmeat, remember? Spread those legs wide and bend over like you are ready to be nailed. Line yourself up for his cock.”

Rashmika followed her instructions. She lowered herself on her forearms and pushed her ass back. Her dress was too short to cover anything in this pose. Her pussy and ass were both exposed.

“Arch your back, Rashi,” Deepika said “push your ass up. It’s not enough that you are ready to be fucked. He must see that you know your place as fuckmeat.”

Her words were making Rashmika’s pussy burn with desire. She arched her back and pushed her ass back. Her hot, wet pussy lined up and ready to be entered. Rohan got up from his seat and Rashmika’s heart started thumping so loudly in her chest that she could hear it. He ran his fingers slowly down her bare back and Rashmika tried very hard not to squirm but his calloused fingers on her smooth skin felt like they were charged with electricity. She whimpered and stayed in place with great effort.

“So, you are saying, she is just fuckmeat that I can use and discard as I like?” Rohan said.

“Yes, exactly.” Deepika said.

“Up!” Rohan slapped Rashmika’s ass. Her ultra short dress was riding up too high and her ass was fully exposed. His heavy hand landed on her bare ass and made it sting.