Chapter 8

The pre-wedding farewell party was a much bigger affair than it should have been.

Most bosses, the higher up they are the more arrogant they become. They behave like they own the staff under them. Ugly scenes in the boss’ cabin are a normal thing. This leads to the staff fearing them and hating them at the same time.

Vikas was an exception in that if he had to scold somebody, he did it with dignity and focused on the issue. He never treated his employees as slaves beneath him. His respect for his staff got him respect in return. He was a favourite of the employees and when they found out about his wedding, they all wanted to chip in and show their appreciation.

As a result of this enthusiasm the party that was supposed to be a small office affair grew to a grand scale gala. It had to be moved from the office lobby to a hotel function hall and instead of potluck, it was professionally catered.

When Vikas walked in with Kajal, he got such a loud cheer that the hotel staff got worried if the party was going to be a rowdy one. The music was played by a DJ on one side of the hall, and the speakers on the other side were purposely disconnected. This way, you could dance or chat based on your interest and move between the two zones. The lights in the dance zone were dim but normal in the chat area. This ingenious system was planned by Parineeti who was overall in-charge of the arrangements though she had plenty of help from other staff members.

Kajal was wearing a black, sparkly long gown tonight which contrasted against her fair skin and she looked stunningly beautiful. It was sleeveless and cut deep in the back and front. There was a slit that went all the way to her left thigh. She didn’t look like a middle-class girl at all, she looked more like a gorgeous princess. Her smile was real and constant. She was surrounded by people who wanted to congratulate and talk to her.

Sonali was also in a gown - a long, yellow, silk gown that reached her ankles but was slit on her right leg all the way to her mid-thigh. She had protested about it at home, but her daughters had told her that tonight she had to dress for her son-in-law’s reputation. She had let them persuade her. The gown had thin string straps criss-crossing on her back leaving most of her back bare.

The way she walked on her 5” high, pointed heels, it was easy to see that she was well-experienced in walking in high heels.

“Mom looks amazing, doesn’t she?”

Vikas started. He hadn’t noticed when Rhea had come to stand beside him. And she had noticed him staring at Sonali.

“I think for tonight you should call her Didi and not Mom. She looks more like your elder sister than mother.”

“That’s true.” She agreed “Jiju, can I have a dance with you?”

“Of course, my darling. It would be my pleasure.” He led her towards the dance corner.

Rhea had chosen to follow her mother and sister’s example and worn a gown that was hot pink in colour. But her gown was much bolder than theirs. While it was silky and long, it had 2 long slits reaching all the way to her thigh joints. There was no back to it, not even straps. The gown hung on her shoulders with thin, noodle straps and offered a generous cleavage which was covered only partially by a thin panel of pink sheer fabric.

With her young, fresh body, she looked ravishingly hot in that tight-fitting gown. So many of the men in the hall were fascinated by her that she could start her own fan club. She had rejected many a dance invitations in order to come and ask her brother-in-law.

“You are looking smoking hot yourself, by the way.” Vikas whispered in her ear as he wrapped an arm around Rhea’s slim waist and his hand rested on her lower back, in direct contact with her warm, bare skin.

“Thanks, Jiju.” Rhea replied coming into his embrace “All for you.”

“I am honoured and flattered.” He said and started leading her into a slow dance. The DJ was playing mostly slow dances as they seemed to be the most popular with the crowd that was on the dance floor.

Rhea put her head on his shoulder and rested her cheek on his chest.

“I love to be in your arms.” She whispered softly.

“It’s lovely to have you in my arms as well, darling.” Vikas gently caressed her smooth, bare back but kept his hand above her waistline.

Not caring how it looked to anyone else, Rhea pressed her body close to Vikas’ body and danced like that - intimately close. Her bare thighs rubbed against Vikas’ thighs and he was very much aware of what a gorgeous, smoking hot babe she was. Amisha and Kajal were both beautiful but Rhea was like a film star level beauty. She had many admirers in her colony, in the college and anywhere she went. Guys simply drooled over her and tried to talk to her.

There won’t be a problem in finding a husband for her, Vikas thought. Or she may want to marry her boyfriend.

Instead of one, Rhea stayed with him for 3 dances. When the DJ moved to a faster song, she looked up and kissed Vikas lightly on the lips.

“Thank you, Jiju. Love you!” She said and went away towards the other side of the hall before any other man could ask her for a dance.

Vikas paused to think for a second then walked in that direction himself. He was stopped by Rohit, Kajal’s boss.

“Man, your mother-in-law is a hot item!” Rohit said, after congratulations etc., practically drooling in his glass.

“Yes, she’s very beautiful!”

“What about your dad-in-law, is he in the picture?”

“No, not at all.” Vikas reassured him “She’s a widow.”

“Wow! So, she’s single?” Rohit said eagerly.

“Yes, very much so. And she used to be a model.”

“Wow!” Rohit said again “Do you mind if I make a try on her?”

“Not at all. Go for it!” Vikas said and walked away as Rohit made a beeline for Sonali.

He found where Kajal was.

“Would you like to dance, my would-be wife?” He asked.

“I would love to, baby, but I know someone would come and interrupt. People seem to be flocking to me tonight like crazy. Why don’t they talk to you? You are as much a part of this wedding and it’s your farewell party!” Kajal said.

“Well, they see me everyday. You are fresh meat.” Vikas grinned.

Kajal sighed “Oh well, I guess they mean well.” then added “Oh, dear! My boss seems to be annoying mom. Can you please rescue her? Please, baby?”

Vikas looked in the direction she was looking and saw that Sonali was sporting a fake smile while Rohit seemed to be oozing charm, not as much as he thought, but he was too drunk to realise that.

“Alright, darling, I will do it, though he’s your boss, you should be doing it!” He said.

“Thank you, baby. Love you!” Kajal said to his back as he walked to the corner where Rohit had accosted his sexy mother-in-law.

“Sasu Maa, Kajal wants to talk to you. Excuse us, Rohit!” And Vikas took Sonali with him.

“Thank you, Damad ji.” Sonali whispered walking alongside him.

“You are welcome. You do look so delicious, by the way.”

“Thank you, dear. All your property, of course.” Sonali said softly with a smile.

“Good. I want your panties off.”

“Here? But this dress is so tight.” Sonali protested.

Vikas stopped and faced her “Oh, I am sorry, did I start that sentence with ‘If it pleases your majesty... ‘?”

Sonali lowered her eyes “I am sorry, Sir. I will obey.”

“Good.”

They both went where Kajal was standing and Sonali said “Thank you so much for sending Vikas to rescue me, honey. Your boss is so annoying, I am sorry to say.”

“I know, mummy. What was he saying?” Kajal asked.

“He wanted to make me a model.” Sonali rolled her eyes “Apparently there’s quite a market for ‘mature beauties’, according to him!”

Kajal rolled her eyes as well “Oh, of course there is. He only wants one thing. I told you about him when I started the job, remember?”

“Yes, honey. But I didn’t want to be rude as long as he’s your boss.”

“You can never be rude, mom. That’s why I asked Vikas to rescue you.”

Sonali smiled “Thank you. I need to go to the washroom, honey. I will be back.”

As soon as she walked away a few girls came over to talk to Kajal. Vikas quietly snuck away leaving them to their giggling, high-pitched conversations.

“Hey, you!” Through the back door of the hall he saw Parineeti walking quickly by and hailed her.

“Oh, hello, Sir!” She stopped and waited for him.

“Don’t hello-sir me, girl!” He rebuked her while walking her around the bend so the guests in the conference hall wouldn’t be able to see them “Where have you been? No dance for your old boss? You look great, by the way!”

Parineeti did look amazing in an ethic-themed but western cut mini dress that reached down to her upper thighs and below that was a sheer asymmetrical skirt that was only a few inches long. The colours were mostly white and beige with lots of sequins providing shining light. The top was off shoulders with a nicely deep neck, showing Parineeti’s firm breasts in a lovely, tantalising display. The back was boldly deep cut and the only thing blocking any view, or access, was a pair of tassels hanging over her spine reaching to the middle of her back.

Taking a step back she put her back to the wall so that Vikas could dominate her easily with his hand on the wall just above her shoulder.

With a sigh, she said “Thank you, Sir. I do really want to dance with you, but there are so many things to take care of. I had a thousand helpers when I was planning this party, but nobody is available when things go wrong!”

“Awww, you are such a good girl, Pari. I am sorry you have so much hassle here. Anything I can do?”

Closing her arms around his body she hugged him tightly “Just give me a hug, Sir. I love your hugs!”

Vikas squeezed her soft, warm body in his arms “Any time, baby!”

“Mmmmm, so good!” Parineeti moaned.

“Do you want to dance with me now?” He suggested.

“I can’t, Sir. I have to take care of something. But I will be back in 10 minutes, maybe 15 max. Then I will come and find you.” She promised.

“You sure you don’t want my help?” He offered.

“No, Sir. It’s your party, you go and mingle with the guests. But, maybe...” she hesitated then pressed on “ ... a kiss from you would give me the energy to deal with some idiots.”

She flushed as she finished that suggestion.

Instead of replying, Vikas leaned in and slowly pressed his lips to hers. Parineeti wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back fervently. She parted her lips and welcomed his tongue into her mouth. A moan escaped her lips as she clung to him and kissed him hard. His warm hands were roaming on her bare back as he crushed her young, delicate body to him.

Again, she moaned as her firm tits were crushed flat on his manly chest. Pressing her whole body into him, she moulded her curves to his hard, toned body and sucked his tongue into her mouth.

When he slowly broke this kiss after a long minute, she struggled to catch her breath. Her cheeks were flushed.

“Did that help?” He asked looking into her eyes.

“More than you know!” She replied with feeling.

Her phone beeped.

She groaned “Darn! I have to go!”

“See you in 15 minutes, doll.” He patted her ass and she moved off towards the other side of the corridor. There was a spring in her step like she was ready to take on 20 emergencies right now.

Vikas started walking back to the conference hall, taking his hankie out to wipe his lips. Then he remembered that Parineeti used smear-proof lipstick. He smiled looking at the hankie and put it back in his pocket.

“Well, there you are!” Vikas ran into Jacqueline Fernandez as soon as he entered the hall again.

“Yes, here I am.” He smiled “What were your other two wishes?”

As he looked her over, he had to admit she looked very hot. Her dress was completely non-ethnic, fully western, extremely short and tight on her curvaceous body. Her long legs were bare, and her feet were encased in 8” high, pointed heels.

Giving her a visible up-and-down scan, Vikas said “Amazing look, babe! Your place is on the silver screen, not in this dump.”

“Why, thank you, kind sir!” Jackie smiled “But I still can’t get a dance with the man of the hour.”

“Oh, wow. Do you think it’s safe? You are too hot, you might melt me.”

“Maybe you should dip your finger in and check the temperature at least?” Jackie looked up at him through lowered eyelashes and bit her lower lip.

Vikas looked at the door on the other side, behind Jackie. Sonali was entering from there. She looked at Vikas and nodded. He looked at her crotch. There was no way for him to confirm from that distance, but it excited him to know that she had just taken her panties off in the party on his command.

“I am not a finger-dipping kind of man, darling. I go in full depth when I decide to try something.” Vikas said to Jackie.

“Ooh, I like that. Maybe that can be arranged. Shall we try the dance floor? We have to start somewhere.” Jackie held out her hand.

Before Vikas could answer that Jackie’s mobile rang. She looked at it.

“It’s Pari!” She said, rolling her eyes “Oh, this girl needs to chill!”

Vikas smiled.

Jackie answered the call and said “Girl, you need to chill!”

Taking advantage of the gap, Vikas quietly moved away to where Kajal and Sonali were sitting.

He had only been sitting with them a minute when Kajal said “Mom, sorry, Rohit is coming this way.”

Sonali said quickly “What’s that, Damad ji? Dance with you? Of course, I would love to dance with you.”

Vikas replied “Oh, thank you so much, Sasu Maa. Please come.”

Taking her hand, he led Sonali away toward the dance floor.

“That guy is ridiculous but at least I get to dance with you now.” Sonali whispered.

“My pleasure!” Vikas smiled “It was a good excuse to grab you for a dance.” He winked.

“Wonderful excuse!”

On the dance floor a happy smile played on Sonali’s lips as she came into Vikas’ arms and placed her hand on his shoulder. The dance was not a slow one but Sonali stayed a little closer than needed. Vikas’ hand was on her bare back, caressing subtly, his warm fingers playing on her soft, smooth skin.

“You do look damn hot tonight, Sasu Maa.” He said softly, looking into her eyes “Rohit is not the only one here who wants to nail you.”