Our work was expanding but due to sankranti approaching our labour and employees were all gone to their villages. It was so boring – empty area, emp...y building, empty office with just me and my partner. That day there was a knock on the glass door and there she was. A voluptuous hottie in a cheap gaudy green saree with a slightly soiled pink blouse with sweat marks on the armpits. She: sir, my name is Lakshmi. I am the watch woman and caretaker of this building. I live in the basement room. So it was really disappointing to discover that it looked just like every other room in the school with its peeling grey/green institutional paintwork and grime smeared windows. It sucked. And the suckiest thing of all the suckiest things in that room was Ms Harridan, with her skanky cardigan, milk-curdling face, and her 'hamster cage after you haven't cleaned it out for two weeks' breath. So I was really pleased when Headmaster Crotchety invited me into his private office. Which was just as. I turn away, but he's standing in front of me, and now my face is nearly pressed into the vee of his unbuttoned shirt. The valley between his pects is as deep as that between my breasts. That SMELL almost overwhelms me and I can't help but look upward.The challenge is clear in his eyes, and it steels my resolve. I look him up and down and toss my head in disdain, then try to push past him.His crooked finger under my chin stops me... ****He****This is getting interesting!I stare into her eyes,. ." I know," she said. "I could see that. But I needed to think. Come to bed and we can talk." Okay," he said. He felt better, because she wanted to talk. But he also felt nervous, because saying either "Yes" or "No" didn't really require a lot of conversation.When they got into the bedroom, she didn't make it any easier on him. She simply got undressed and got into bed. She pulled the covers up to her neck, and watched as he slowly got undressed. He wondered whether he should leave his boxers.