His Rising Stars - Sex Stories

His Rising Stars

His rising Stars

I got down from the green three-wheeler outside the inter-state bus terminal. The ride had been good. The Eco friendly vehicle rode on batteries so there was no noise or no smoke. Moreover it didn't bump a lot despite the sorry state of the roads. I wouldn't have minded if it had the upbeat mood I was in.

My business here in the capital had concluded to everyone's satisfaction and to my great delight. The deal worth five million was complete. This was the first major project I had been entrusted with and was company's first foreign venture. Our company made medical equipment. And company had the copyright to this new device. There was no dearth of orders from within the country and now for the first time we were going to export merchandise worth five million rupee to Bulgaria.

The good thing was that we were going to provide only the parts. They were going to assemble it on their own and were going to print and put labels on the cartons in their own language. So it was going to save us a lot in work hours and also the cost of label printing and pasting, increasing our profit margin.

I entered the bus terminal and immediately saw the big Red Mercedes bus with 'Travel with Star' boldly printed on its side. People were boarding it. The final signatures on the deal were put at 3pm and I had immediately booked a ticket for 5.45 pm.

Company should give some incentive for jobs completed to perfection. But that is not how the Pvt. Companies work. But ...

... I didn't dwell on the subject for long. I was already enjoying a lot of perks. Company was giving me daily allowance to the tune of two thousand and I was being paid for Ist first class air travel and stay at any hotel with rating of 3 to 5 stars. It totaled to more than nine thousand. I had traveled by AC bus stayed in a mediocre hotel eaten outside at roar side Dhabas and spent only 2000/- out of that so my bank account had already grown by seven thousand.

But a token incentive means recognition and that will come handy later while climbing up the ladder. But I was not the only one who had worked to make it a success. There were three others. One was Jotsyna, a woman a few years older than me (I am thirty) of happily married type and very strict in nature. You can't talk to her about anything that is not job related. Nobody had ever dared to compliment her let alone flirting.

Then there was Rajesh, gay with a capital G. Everybody at the company knows about him but I have never heard anybody talking about it. He is a sincere worker and a first class engineer. He is fair skinned with dark hair and eyes, clean shaven with virgin looking pink big and juicy baby lips. I doubt if there are any hair on his delicate body below the eye brows. His ass is big and he walks swaying it like women. I had thought of starting something with him. Not because I was inclined toward same-sex relationships. I had never been with a man before. It was just that I was getting desperate. More ...