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High Profile Independent Ramp Models in Noida
02-10-2019, 06:46 PM,
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This is based on a life-changing experience I had 4 years back. Except for names everything is true, including the thought process. I was working for a telecommunication company and was required to travel a lot in noida escort service, due to some requirements I was to stay in Mumbai for more than a few weeks. The work schedule was such that I was mostly leaving around 7 AM and coming back no sooner than 1 AM to wake up again at 5 AM. It was taking a significant toll on the nerves. My immediate reporting authority asked me 'what's going on with you? I know the pressure is immense but that doesn't mean you have to bury yourself behind the machines'. 'I am doing fine, escort service in noida are around and I might take a trip out', I said. 'Why you need a trip out? Mumbai has lots to offer why not try some party, dance, and booze?' Umm nice idea but I don't have friends here, and I don't just talk to strangers' 'Ok, I know someone, will ask her to give you company', he winked. I missed to call him on Friday evening, was too busy with work even forgot its weekend already. Next day I remembered what he had mentioned but as a protocol no-one called on weekends unless hell broke somewhere, so I forgot the idea and decided to sleep the day off. I was staying at the company guest house, at my request that particular place had been allotted to me exclusively so that I don't have anyone bothering me. The kitchen staff had keys and so did other domestic help. 'Food, cleaning all taken care of I have nothing to do' I thought. I did put the cooling on 18, took out a velvet quilt and dozed off to fairly land where there are no machines and no towers. escort in noida chimed the doorbell, 'how many times these people are to be told that there is no need to ring the bell before coming in' I fumbled few f-words, hugged a pillow tight and tried to re-enter the dream I was in. 'Waiting for tonight...' the bell teased once more, 'Whosoever you are, you just lost your job, now sing waiting for the job damn you' the voice in head said. I started towards the door and stopped near the bed realizing I was not putting on anything, 'Now where are the jeans? never mind the towel will do' I thought. 'Waiting for tonight ...' the doorbell seems to be on auto, 'Dimaag kharaab hai kya tumhara' I muttered as I opened the main door and closed it again, there stood a lady in the most beautiful attire I had ever seen. 'Shittttttttt, where the F did I put the jeans ?' I thought, I went to the bedroom and there it was near bedpost along with a very creased up t-shirt thrown over the chair. 'Now wear this shit, when will you learn to keep the clothes in order?' I told myself.

Throwing myself in the jeans and fighting with the tee-shirt, I reached for the door, took a deep breath, 'calm down, calm down, the towel episode is in the past' I told myself. 'Hi', I said opening the door, still trying to remember how to smile. 'Hey .. You are fast with putting on clothes' she smiled. 'Oh, I was about to take a shower' I lied, 'You are looking for someone ?' 'Yes, I presume I am looking for you', she said with a deep look in my eyes. 'Ha ha, Then my name must be Salman Khan I guess' 'Yes, If the other one is Siddharth I might call your Salman Khan for the rest of the day', she shot the reply as quickly as I ended up speaking. 'Who is this woman ?' I thought. 'My fault, I was supposed to call you, but I was just passing by so thought to tell you that we are going out today evening', she said. 'Amit Ji asked you ?' I hardly could believe what was happening, 'This man is too much' I thought. 'Yes, I was under impression that you will be more pleased with the surprise than shocked', he expressions changed suddenly from all smiles to no expressions at all. 'Yes indeed I am pleased, so nice of you to drop by, so what is the plan? where are we heading to and when ?' I could barely save my sorry As*. 'You don't receive guest much often I guess, ask me in at-least, will you ?' She brushed me aside as she walked in. 'I have been here once, so I can help myself with tea, If I wait for you to ask, then the tea is never coming' she said. 

I was trying to feel if I was breathing still, the door had no stopper so the moment I left the handle it closed itself securely shut. 'Twang - Click ' the sound of the door closing and auto lock positioning itself announced that I am all alone with a gorgeous stranger in company guesthouse. 'Now all I need is the maid to come, see me here with her and everyone will hear the story of me bringing over women tillages, there goes the single and not willing to mingle medal' I thought. 'I thought you were going to take a shower, didn't you say so ?', her voice suddenly had a different tone, gentler and friendly. 'I lied, I was sleeping actually', I was still not able to move away from the door. 'Don't tell me you are standing there so that you don't have to reach for the door once more when I leave.' She proceeded toward the kitchen. 'Would you please let me know your name' I asked, secretly scanning for my cell phone. 'Ruby, and don't tell me its a nice name, I know it already' came to the response. She was fully engrossed in tea making ceremony. 'I need to make a call, give me a minute please' I said as I picked the phone and proceeded towards the bedroom. 'Yes, yes, confirm from your Amit Ji, it's better to be safe than sorry later', She almost laughed her guts out. I stopped midway, nevertheless called him .. 'What happened Sid?', he asked without even uttering a hello. 'Ruby is here, I thought to let you know', I fumbled for words. 'Ha ha, have a great evening you monster, beep', the call was disconnected. 'How do you like your tea ?' she asked on top of her voice, thinking I might be in bedroom, whereas I was in the lobby

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