Priety Zinta ki Talashi: A Sex Fantasy Story

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This is a fantasy story about Priety Zinta. I have written this story imagining that PZ has just entered bollywood. She was still not so much known face. Things were looking bad and future was also looking gloomy. So she decided to take up a job in a company. She appeared for the interview and, she got a job of secretary in the company. Her salary was 15K a month.

She joined the office. Ajit, a 50 year old well built man was her boss. He was at the manager’s post in the company. The company was into manufacturing micro transistors that were used in various electronic devices.. The transistors were very small in size. They could be hidden anywhere. But they were of a very high value (around 50K). Loss of even one transistor also meant a lot to the company. Ishan was the stock Ajit was the stock in-charge for these transistors. Security of transistors was Ajit’s responsibility. There was a High Security Electronic Safe in Ajit’s office in which these transistors were stored. Ajit used to count the transistors each day at the closing time. Things went on smoothly for a month.

The other day Ajit had counted that there were 50 transistors in stock. He hurriedly closed the Safe and went back home. The next morning PZ was already present in his room when reached office. She was wearing a red kurta and black salwar.She had left her hair untied from the back and therefore they were resting over her back. As it was Saturday, so as per company policy staff could wear any dress of their choice. PZ was looking very beautiful. Ajit’s boss (who was also the CEO of the company), Ishan informed him that today a big order of 45 transistors was to be dispatched. Ajit opened the safe and took out the box containing the transistors. He took the required 45 transistors and hurriedly packed them and went to dispatch department on first floor to complete dispatch formalities, leaving the box open with the remaining transistors. It took him 20 minutes. When he reached back he saw PZ was near the box and immediately shifted near the cupboard, as if she was surprised to see him back so soon. He counted the transistors in the box and .to his horror he saw that only 4 were remaining. This meant that one was missing. Ajit got shock of his life. He was responsible for the safety of transistors. Loss of one transistor could cost him his job. He was searching for alternatives in his mind.

He didnt say anything and called Ishan from his phone, “Sir its urgent can you please come here. I cant leave the room because the safe is open and transistors are in also kept in open. Sir pls come fast. Its serious.” Ajit tried to talk in a very soft tone and appeared genuinely scared.PZ couldn't understanding what was going on but didn't bother to ask Ajit because he looked too tensed and angry.

In a couple of minutes the door opened and a well built, tall man entered. He was Ishan. “Kya hua Ajit mujhe aise kyn bulaya. Aur order abgi ak tayar kyun nahi hua. Ishan asked in his commanding voice

Ajit- Sir wahi batane k liye apko bulaya hai.

Ishan- Kyun kya hua

Ajit- Sir kal raat ko jab mein office se gaya tha tab meine transistors gin k rakhe the safe mein 50 the. Usme se meine 45 dispatch kar diye. Main dispatch karne gaya tha tab 5 baki the box mein lekin abhi jab mein laut k aaya to ...

Ishan- To kya (Ishan asked impatiently)

Ajit- To... To.. sirf 4 hi bache.

Ishan- KYA??

Even PZ was shocked.

Ishan- Tumhe iska matlab pata hai na Ajit. Agar agle 10 minute mein tumne wo transsistor dhoond k nahi nikala to mein tumhe naukri se nikal dunga. Abhi isis waqt. (Ishan said, boiling with anger.)

Ajit- Sir maine kuch nahi kiya. Mujhe lagta hai ki transistor chori hua hai.

Ishan- Chori hua hai to chor ka naam batao. Sirf chori hua hai bolne se nahi chalega.

Ajit- Sir PZ ne churaya hai.

Hearing these words PZ turned pale and as if earth shook beneath her feet.

PZ- Sir maine nahi churaya.

Ishan- To kay sir jhooth bol rahe hain?

PZ- Haan (Sternly)

SLAP (Ajit slapped her right cheek so hard that her face got turned)

PZ began to sob.

PZ- Sir mera vishwas kijiye. Meine nahi churaya

Ajit- Jhooth bole rahi hai Sir. Ye jhooth bol rahi hai. (Ajit deposited another slap on her right cheek) Her cheek was now crimson.

Ishan kept watching and did not say anything.


PZ- Sir meine chori nahi ki hai (She began to cry)

Ajit-. Ye batao, tumhe kal paise ki zaroorat thi na?

PZ- Ji sir thi. Bhai ki admission fees bharni hai.

Ajit- Aur maine paise nahi diye

PZ- Ji nahi diye

Ajit- Sir isliye isne mere peeche se transistor churaya

PZ- Sir mera vishwas ki jiye pls. Maine nahi churaya. Main apke samne haath jodti hun mere pe aisa ilzam mat lagaye. (She said with folded hands)

Ishan Tumhe pata hai na ye kitne ka hai ek transistor?

PZ- Ji Sir. Pata hai

Ajit- Batao

PZ- Sir 50 hazar ke aas paas ka. Ek baar apki file mein dekha tha

Ajit- Dekha sir isey daam bhi pata hai. Ye isey bech degi aur isey pase mil jayenge.
Mein jab wapas aaya to ye box ke paas khadi thi. Mere peechey se hi churaya hai isne.

PZ- Sir meine nahi churaya

Ajit- Mere pechey se koi aur aaya tha is kamre mein?

PZ- Nahi Sir

Ajit- Phir aur kaun chura sakta hai

PZ-Sir meine nahi churaya

Ishan- Ek kaam kartey hain. Detector se dhoond lete hain transistor. Abhi pata chal jayega ki kahan hai.

Ishan called Sumeet, his assistant from hi mobile and said, “Sumeet jaldi se detector le k aao”

Ishan- Bas abhi pata chal jayega.

Within no time Sumeet entered with a long instrument, (like the one guards use to check underneath the vehicles.

Ishan- Sumeet jara dhoondo, ek transistor kho gaya hai. Koi bhi apni jagah se nahi hilega.

Sumeet pressed a button on the instrument and a lound alarm started ringing. Ajit’s face brightened with happiness. “Sir dekha meine kaha tha na ki isi ne churaya hai. Isi k paas hai.”

Even PZ was startled but something stuck her mind. “Sir ye awaz to in transsiteors ki wajah se aa rahi hai. Sir pls mera vishwas kijiye mere paas koi transistor nahi hai”

Ishan- Sumeet is box ko mere room mein jaldi rakh ke aao.

Ishan switched off the instrument and went out with the box and returned in a minute

Sumeet- Sir sambhal k cupboard me rakh diya hai.

Ishan- Good. Chalo ab on karo. Agar abhi bhi awaz ayi to iska matlab...

Sumeet- switched on the instrument and to PZ’s surprise the alarm again got activated. Eveyone in the room stared at her

Ajit- Ab bolo

PZ began to cry. “Sir kya pata nechey gir gaya ho”

Ishan- Uff ye ladki. Sumeet carpet pe trace kar.

As Sumeet went to the farther corner of the room to trace the transistor the sound nearly stopped. Summet understood the meaning and imidiately came back and stood in front of PZ and to PZ’s horror the sound became very loud.

Ishan- Band kar de Sumeet.

There was silence in the room

Ishan- Ab bolo

Ajit- Bolna kya hai. Ab to proof bhi hai. Isi ne chori ki hai.

PZ- Sir maine chori nahi ki hai. Meri baat maniye

Ishan- PZ sab saboot tumhare against hain. AB to tum ye batao ki kahan chupaya hai transisitor.

PZ- Sir mere paas nahi hai. (crying)

Ishan- Dekho PZ sidhi tarah se de do nahi to tumhari talashi leni padegi.

PZ- Sir pls aisa mat kahiye. Mein chor nahi hoon.

Hearing the commotion in Ajit’s room, Meeta, (the only lady officer in the company) came running. She was very arrogant. She was not liking the job off late.

Meeta- Kya hua Sir. Itna shor kyun?

Ajit- PZ ne transistor churaya hai.

Seeing another lady PZ felt some ray of hope for escaping this torture. “Nahi madam maine nahi churaya. Sir log meri talashi lena chahte hain. Aap boliye na sir ko ki aisa na karen.”, PZ said.

Meeta- Agar tumne chori nahi ki to kya problem hai lene do talashi.

PZ- Lekin madam...

Meeta- Jo karna hai karo yaar. Mein to is naukri se tang aa gayi hu. Mein to ye batane aayi thi ki mein aaj se resign kar rahi hu. Tum log ko notice period ki jo bhi salary deduct karni hai wo deduct k mera account settle kar dena.Mera resignation Ishan ki tablr pe hai.

Saying this she stormed out of the office. Everyone was surprised at sudden change. PZ’s only ray of hope also lost.

Ajit- Sir iska kya karen. (pointig towards PZ, trying to bring back conversation)

Ishan- Karna kya hai. Police ko bulao. PZ tum jail jane ki tayari karo.

PZ- Sir pls police ko mat bulaiye.

Ishan- To hume talashi lene do. Nahi to pata hai police to nanga kar ke poochgi

PZ was crying helplessly by now. Hearing PZ cry Hardeep, (another officer) also entered. Meeta had told him the whole story.Seeing so many males in the room with no chances to escape PZ surrendered. But made a last attempt “Sir pls mein chor nahi hu. Mujhe jane dijiye.”

Ishan- Talashi lo iski (Ishan signalled Sumeet to carry out the proceedings)

Ajit- Ek ek kapda utar ke dejho iska.

Summet stood in front of her. PZ was sobbing. She had her hands accross her chest.
Sumeet squatted down to a level that his face was in front of PZ’s legs. He held her legs from her ankels with both his hands and started running his hands over themas he moved upwards, pressing her legs with each move. He was slowly covering every inch of her leg. From her legs he reached her calf, pressing it over her clothes. Meanwhile PZ continued sobbing. Now Sumeet’s hands had reached the hem of her Kurta. He slow ran his hands over her Kurta, starting from her hips, slowly moving to her lower back and then her waist. PZ nearly died in shame for being in this situation. Never in her life she had imagined that she would be frisked by a male in presence of other males to search for a thing which she hasn't stolen. PZ’s arms being across her chest were touching her waist, so Sumeet pulled them apart with a jerk. Then he slowly ran his hands through her hair resting over her back, covering every inch of her back. Then he brought his hands down slowly running them down through her shoulders, way down to her arms. PZ was crying harder now. Then he started probing her front. He pressed his hands over her salwar covered pussy, taking comparatively longer time. Then he moved upwards touching her navel and moving further to her midriff then slowly reaching the undersude of her breasts then moving further upwards cuppng a breast each in her hand. He pressed her breasts so hard that she gasped in pain. Then he slowly ran his hands simultaneously over her breasts feeling every inch of the same. Then he even pinched her nipples “Aaaaiii”, she yelled.. “Bata kahan hai transistor nahi to tera bura haal kar dunga.”, Sumeet screamed. Then he continued slowly probing the upper part of her chest reaching her neckline.

Sumeet- Nahi mila Sir

Ajit- Muh mein dekh, andar chupaya hoga

Sumeet- Muh khol

PZ shook her head in negation.

Sumeet- Mana karti hai wo bhi mujhe.

Sumeet- pulled her hair so hard that her head got pulled backwards and she screamed “Aaaaaaaaaaaaa”, rendering her mouth wide open. Hardeep- Main iska muh pakad ke rakhta hoon, aap aram se check kijiye.

To her surprise Sumeet inseted whole of his left hand in her mouth and started moving his hand inside to search for the transistor. “Oooooooo Ooooooooo”, was the only sound PZ could utter in protest. Then she felt his hand touching the opening of her throat as a result PZ felt like to puke and uttered “Oooooooowhhhaaakk”. To avoid getting his hand drenched in her puke Summet brought his hand out at once with a jerk. PZ felt relieved and didn't puke.

Sumeet- Muh mein bhi nahi hai sir

Ajit- Baal khol iske. Kya pata balon mein chupaya ho. Ladkion ke baalo mein itni choti cheez to aa hi sakti hai. (Ajit wanted her to be seached everyehere. After all it was he who was responsible for the loss and dindnt want to be thrown out of job)

Sumeet pulled the hair clips in front part of her head and threw them on the ground. “Aaii” she screamed. All her hair came loose. Sumeet then ran his fingers through her hair. After a couple of minues he declared, “Yahan bhi nahi hai Sir”

Ishan- Phir kahan gaya. Bata kahan hai transistor warna aur bhi tareeke hain hamare paas cheezein dhoondne ke.

Ajit- Bade room mein chal ke iski achese talashi lete hain, Ajit suggested.

Everyone agreed. In a flash Sumeet lifted her on her shoulders, with her head facing backwards and legs dandling and moved out of the room.