Hey guys, I am writing my unforgettable cab experience and it would probably be the best sex story that you would read for a while. Its a sex story about how the situations put me on plat before the cab driver. Girls, you will wet your panties, I swear, I did. Now, coming to the story-
The work at office was hectic. I looked at the time on the office clock. 11:15 pm. I had a customer message to solve. I had started working from 8 am in the morning and I was dead tired. At 11:15 in the middle of the night I couldn’t understand a single line of code written by me, let alone trying to figure out other’s code. It all looked like matrix stuff. Something went wrong with our software bought by our customer.
Probably some smart ass changed some lines of code and the entire program went into infinite loop and now it’s up to me (offshore team as they would call it) to save the world here. I looked around from my cubicle…Emptiness. An array of empty tables and chairs, monitors, phones, white boards filled with threatening undecipherable algorithms, empty conference rooms where fiery heated discussions and exchange of ideas from one brain to another had taken place were
Now the only silent spectators to my quest to solve these bugs tonight. No living creature in sight near and far. Probably they were all sleeping comfortably in their bed. My manager had a heart made of pure 24 carat solid stone. He left sharp at 5 pm in his newly bought SUV to avoid traffic. But before leaving he sends his last e-mail addressed to me cc’ing the customer that the issue will be solved by EOD no matter what. (Of course end of day meant that my day should only end when the issue is solved even if it
Took me whole night and the next day morning to finish this. He came by my seat before leaving and gave me his dumb smile. He did not have a clue what the issue was but he acted in such a way that if the issue had it been addressed to him he cud have solved it in 10 mins straight. Hey Tanny, that’s his style of addressing me short form for Tanuja. I think it won’t take long right? Piece of cake for you. I kind a have a feeling that whenever he talks to me he looks at my breasts rather than my face.
With my appraisal just around the corner, I could do nothing but to give him my “Colgate” smile. His stare was still fixed on my breasts. He somehow got back to his senses and forced his eyes to look at my face my lips to be more exact. Mail me the status before you leave. Don’t forget that..ok? I nodded. He smiled again and he left. Here I was now still trying to fix this bug. My neck hurt like hell. My backbone was so strained that it could crumble anytime. My fingers hit the keyboard and it sounded like what?
Typewriters, how hard do they make these keyboard nowadays? My brain had given up on this issue long back but I knew I had to somehow finish this. I went back to debugging. At close to 11:51 on my computer screen I finally figured out the solution. Though it was quite simple. I was in a state of bliss my neural network which understands logic, still works, Thank God for that. I jumped around in my cubicle I would have happily ran naked screaming eureka all around the office but that’s madness. Couple of more years doing coding and I would reach that state too.
Earlier today morning I randomly picked a Shirt and a long skirt for work from my cupboard. I felt so lazy to even choose a proper dress. This shirt was so loose fitting now. That’s cause I had lost a couple of kilos after I joined gym. I weighed 52 now. Pretty ok for my 5 ft 6 inch tall frame. I was 24 now and my mom had put up my new reduced weight picture in some stupid matrimony site along with the older one. Now my matrimony profile looked like some advertisement for some weight reduction program.
Like those Before and After sticker ad’s that you find on some lamp-posts on the roadside. One picture in which I looked kind of plump around my belly area and the other one where I was slim and trim. God save my mom. She gets these stupid calls from some junk punks who consider themselves nothing less than hunks asking for my hand in marriage. Nice try, mister! I reject them outright much to my mom’s disappointment.
Leaving that aside now coming back to the office. Thanks to the cost cutting measures in my company they promptly switch off the damn AC’s at 6 pm. It got so hot that I had removed the top two buttons of my shirt. Though it did no good but I felt a bit relaxed as the air flowed in through the openings on top of my shirt and also through the sides of the sleeves. I wrote a long mail to the customer cc’ing my manager on how complex the issue was. Of course the mail will have the time stamp which means they will know I was up late night.
Happy with today’s work I called the security guard at the gate and asked him to allot me a cab home. We had this late night drop facility if in case some poor girl like me got dumped with work and had to fight all night to solve some nasty godforsaken issues that no one wants to take up. The security called my extension and told me that there were no more official office cabs left so he had to arrange for some local cab service for my drop. It will I take him some time before he could arrange me one.
I just wanted to hit my bed and sleep like a log. I dozed off in my seat. The office phone rang nonstop till my brain sensed some faint sound and ordered myself to come to my senses to pick it up. Hello! I murmured. The security had found me a cabbie that would drop me home at this ungodly hr. My watch read 12:17 am. My house was little far away from office. Takes me 1hr 45 mins to reach home in traffic but today I was hoping to reach in 1 hr at this time of the night. I packed up my stuff.
I took the elevator down to the reception. I signed the register near the gate and the security guard pointed me to a white Tata Indica parked near the gate. I went near the car the front door was open for me to sit. But there was no driver in sight. I sat in the front seat and pressed the horn. Coming, maimsaab. I heard the voice. I saw a man emerging out of the bush. He was taking a leak , Oh bloody hell! In my confusion to get home,