I checked my mail and go through the resume. It was of Diya Kaur age 22. I made the call and as soon as the phone was picked a sweet voice said hello....I formally told about me and then started the process and in 25 minutes I finalised her. I informed the HR and asked to complete the formalities. I just saved her number in my mobile without any intention.Within few days she was the part of our team but I did not meet her due to my regular travelling.On 6th August I was sitting with one of my. Her stopping by on the way home had become a regular routine for her. She would grab a Coke from the fridge, take a smoke from my pack on the workbench and light it. Then planting her firm bottom on one of the old bar stools against the bench, we would spend ten to fifteen minutes or so chatting about whatever was on her mind, mostly questions about sex. As she talked she would swivel in her seat, allowing brief glimpses up her short skirt and a view of the dark triangle that was barley visible. Damn, she tasted so good.She pulled her kurta down and pulled her left breast out. I took it into my mouth and sucked on her nipple as she pressed my head into her chest with her hand. She gasped and moaned, “my nipples missed you too.”I smiled and started sucking her tongue again. Finally, after a few minutes of kissing like animals, we decided to get out of the airport.“I missed you a lot babe”, I said, meaning it.“I missed you too”, she said smiling at me. She started pulling at my zipper.. It was so demeaning for 'it girl' Marissa to be seen like this by such people and her cheeks burned with embarrassment. But that was an emotion she wasn't really in a position to afford herself, and she was given a prod in the backside by the tip of Julie's cheap shoe. "Don't stop there you silly bitch, go and crawl over to the bin and drop your knickers in there." A clear instruction that Marissa followed to the letter, just wanting this to be over. But when she reached the thin mesh bin next.