‘Hi, I am Abhijeet from XXX Magazine. Is Madam in?’ – The interviewer at the doorstep asked the caretaker.

‘Yes, you are Mr..?’ – The caretaker was about to ask the new guest on which Abhijeet, gave his introduction and the reason for him to knock Reshma’s door.

Reshma was a super star. A sex symbol and a burning popcorn to the ‘B’ world. She was a vamp, an evil, a bad girl. She was the ‘poison ivy’ of every show. She was the seductress. A bold and beautiful incarnation of the deity of lust.

Abhijeet was asked to wait in the drawing room. During that time, Abhijeet involved himself into investigating every corner of the room, neatly furnished furniture, few hanging pictures of unknown faces, few awards filled with dust. Suddenly interrupted by a horny voice from behind.

‘Planning to loot those gold plated junks?’ – She quipped.

Abhijeet was about to burst out seeing the voluptuous beauty when he turned back. Sensing his ‘tight’ situation, Reshma laughed.

‘Ha ha ha ha ha, Abhijeet. Close your mouth and eyes. Otherwise, my bed is there. Should have sent a lady instead to take the interview.’ – Reshma joked.

Reshma was in white. The slinkiest of attires. The sexiest of personality. Her bra was struggling to hold her property tight. And like usual, she forgot her underwear. She crossed her legs on the red couch which made her butt and ‘front lower view’ prominently exposed to Abhijeet, through the contours of her mini skirt.

‘Abhijeet, what’s on your mind? Sex or interview?’ – Reshma smiled.

Embarrassed and horny Abhijeet almost leaked and lost his conscious. Somehow he managed to control his ‘bulged pencil’ that was at its extreme height and gave in a bit, desperately dancing to find refuge in Reshma.  The situation could have turned into live porn unless the caretaker Muthu interrupted.

Muthu: ‘Madam, anything for the guest?’

Reshma (quipped and laughed): ‘I think he is hungry. And it’s a special dish that he desires. What do you say Abhi?’

Abhijeet (quite embarrassed): ‘No maa… I mean Yes madam…I mean, I am sorry’.

Reshma burst out into laughter.

Muthu was confused and could not make out what to interpret.