Pungent flower 9: Getting used to a new life

The next morning I got up and walked to the hall. Anita was already dressed and ready to leave for work. When I walked in she gave a smile and said she had prepared tea. She asked if Bodan was returning today. I told her he was supposed to arrive today evening and that I will enquire in the office. I got ready and came back to the hall. Anita said she would heat the tea for me. I asked if she needed help with the microwave again, acting innocent. She quietly said no and went to the kitchen, trying hard to hide her shy smile.

I reached office and called up the Bangalore office. I talked to the manager and asked how Bodan was performing. He informed me that they don’t think Bodan was able to cope up with the seminars. They even said they would like to replace him. I was frustrated as I did not want that idiot to return and ruin everything. I told them that though Bodan lacked the aptitude, he was sincere and hardworking. He asked if they could assign Bodan to IT operations as they were short on people. I was only too happy to comply. Later I called up Bodan. I told him the superiors there were not very happy with him and he got scared. I told him I convinced them to give him another chance and that he should carry out the new responsibilities. I also told him he might have to stay there longer.

I left office and took an auto to pick up Anita from the boutique she worked at. On the way home I informed her about Bodan’s ‘decision’ to stay back. She looked a little disappointed. I kept my hand on hers and told her not to worry, she will be fine here. She gave a nervous smile and I removed my hand. I told her we should have dinner outside, it will make her feel better. She said it was not needed but I wanted a drink anyway. I took her to a club and got a table near the bar. We ordered some food and I ordered whiskey for myself. I asked her if she wanted a drink. She got a little uncomfortable. When I asked, she told me that in her village girls don’t drink alcohol, even many respected men did not drink. I told her she is in the city now and these customs were meant for stuck up village folk. I told her drinking is a way a to relax after a hard day’s work and have some fun. She looked around and saw girls in skirts smoking and drinking with their male friends. Everybody seemed to be having fun. After a while, and my second whiskey, I looked at Anita. She was watching all the girls and the way they were dressed. I asked her if she wanted to try something as well. She refused. I insisted that she try a something light otherwise she will be uncomfortable the whole evening. I asked her to try a cocktail. I dunno if she confused it for some sort of juice or was just eager but she agreed. I ordered a specially strong cocktail for her.

Her drink arrived and it looked fancy. She took the first sip. I watched the blue drink touch her supple brown lips and the way she sucked her soft lips afterwards. She said it was full of flavours but very bitter for her taste. I advised she take it slow. I asked her to first try and enjoy the aroma of the drink and then she will like it. Knowing her fetish for smelling things, it was a fun on to watch her put the glass to her nose and take the aroma in. She enjoyed it, the pervert. She spent the next few minutes taking long sniffs at her drink and looking around. She tried the drink again and did not find it so difficult this time. By the time I was done with my third glass we had ordered another drink for her. After a while she was a bit ***** and we decided to go home.