The company’s HR personnel is not what you think it is. Everyone feels HR is useless. With this story, I will prove that HR is essential to help employees and support staff alike. Let me start with how HR proved useful to the support staff in the company.
Getting dressed elegantly every day to work is the most important chore for any HR. Be it female or male HR. Being from the former category, I usually take longer than most to get to work. Is it a crime to be well-dressed? I guess not.
Being a junior employee ensured that I was not invited for any productive discussion related to the welfare of the employees. I was just a doll used to entice the new joiners (especially males). Â Making them think they have entered a world filled with fairies dressed up in skirts and half sleeves.
The first day of work will make them realize that this was a farce and that all the females in their team are feminists, evil, ugly bitches. The worst of them all is if you end up reporting to one. Your life is pretty much fucked from the word go.
I had to delay that feeling until they signed the documents and became a bonded labour for this organization. My main task was collaborating effectively with the facilities department by ensuring that all physical files were safely stored in our lockers. Â YES, an HR does this important function, too.
I had to interact with the peons or so-called support staff constantly. I had to ensure all documents were correctly labelled and stored in easily accessible places. I could be fired if I messed that up. I swear.
Meghna was fired because she lost the 10th standard mark sheet of one Mr Rupesh Kumar. He was also a senior VP. See, now you get it? Won’t you be pissed off if this happened to your mark sheet?
Imagine you worked so hard and got 62.5%. And we lost it irresponsibly because we did not have tissue paper to wipe the samosa oil. We used the backside of your mark sheet instead. HR can be very crucial. Feed it in your head, dear people. And be kind to our kind.
Not just stare at our boobs or butt. We have a heart, too. If we are angry, we can make your hard-earned certificates disappear into thin air. We are fairies or witches in disguise, depending on the situation.
I spend most of my time filing with the support guys in the locker room. By the way, I know they keep trying to get a glimpse of my cleavage if I bend. Or stare at my thighs when I wear skirts. They think I haven’t noticed, but I mostly ignore it as looking won’t hurt anyone.
I try my best not to show anything more than necessary. But they never give up. This is good as they always are ready to help if I call them. Fetching me tea and snacks. Carrying the files. Mostly like flies around a jalebi. Don’t judge me yet. As if you don’t know of any woman who has not done this to you?
Like you feel that today is the day, but they make you wait another day and another. As they say- ‘Tomorrow never comes.’
This is the story about the day when tomorrow came.
These were very busy days for our organization. Our company has acquired another company. Every HR was busy at these times, I swear. We have actual work. I was excited as many people from the acquired company would visit. We had to entertain them until the boss had time to meet them.
I wore a skirt above my knees and a loose, short-sleeved shirt. We wanted to show that we have a free culture, no dress code etc. I reached the office, and I was told by the manager my first task of the day. I had to get paperwork from their office for our company. It was more than 1.5 hrs from our office via road.
I was tasked to go with support staff and bring the bundles of documents from that company via a small mini truck. These were supposed to be heavy. There was a car arranged for us to reach their office. A Tata Indica.
I was also given 3 men to accompany me. They would carry these papers from there and keep them in the truck. I immediately chose to accept it. I was a girl on a mission now. Bringing the documents to my office was my responsibility now, and I will not fail.
Now I was a celebrity in front of them. I decided to sit in the back seat. A driver and 3 men also had to sit in the car along with me. Tata Indica is not a Nissan sunny. There was less space behind. The mission involved carrying heavy bundles. So some pretty strong men were assigned to be my accomplice.
One man sat in the front. Two men had to sit in the back seat with me. I sat next to the window. They looked at me, and I nodded, giving my agreement. They came inside. The guy in the middle did his best not to press this thing onto my skirt. It was, anyways, rising.
The driver started. After some time, I realized that the window to my side did not close. It came up 1/4, so the wind was strongly hitting my face. We were cruising at 85km/hr. The best the TATA Indica can deliver. I was suffocating as even the driver-side window was open.
I asked the driver if he could pull up my side window. He said it did not work. Where did they find this car from? I told him I could not sit with the wind hitting strongly on my face. He slowed the vehicle, and it was better now. But now we will take more than 2 hours to reach our destination.
Since I was the leader, no one complained. I realized that I should not be selfish. I looked at the two guys sitting next to me. I asked them if they would let me sit in the middle. The car was stopped. I opened the door and came out. The wind on the highway was hitting my skirt and lifting it.
I held on to the skirt till the guy came out. I just had my handbag with me. I wanted to keep it in the small portion behind my headrest. After he came out, I got inside. I let go of my skirt and kept the bag behind me as I entered the car. I had let go of the skirt when I sat, and the back portion of my skirt lifted a bit.
I realized this when I sat. My panty and my bare buttocks were not covered by my panty. They were in direct contact with the seat as the skirt was lifted. I had also to place my bag behind me. While sliding, my skirt rose, displaying my thighs to the men.
With one more slide to place me in the centre of the back seat, my skirt rose a bit higher and reached dangerous heights. Just an inch more, and my panty would be at their display. I realized this as soon as I put my bag behind me.
Instead of acting embarrassed, I decided to play it like it was not a big thing. I graciously corrected the lifted skirt to its place. I realized the men, including the driver, had noticed this scene. I acted like nothing was wrong. The car started again, but the wind was not troubling my face much this time.
I realized that all the car windows were open. This time, the wind was hitting hard against my body. The wind was now trying to lift my shirt, which was not tucked in, and my skirt. What did I get myself into? The side seat was better. It would be awkward if I made them stop the car again.
So I sat uncomfortably. I wanted to desperately adjust the back portion of my skirt so that my panty did not have to touch the seat. We all sat in silence. I tucked the front portion of my skirt between my thighs so it did not rise again. My shirt was another story. That was what was troubling me now.
My loose shirt wanted to dance with the wind, risking my bare stomach exposure to everyone. Every time it tried to rise, I had to hold it down. I looked from the corner of my eyes. The guys beside me eyed my waist, waiting for it to rise. The guy sitting in the front also glanced back often for no reason.
All of a sudden, I felt my mobile ring. I had placed it in my handbag. It was in a compartment behind me. I had to turn back to get it. With me turning, my thighs parted, letting its grip off my skirt go. I turned back and searched for the mobile in my handbag. I felt that my skirt had also ridden up.
I decided to focus on the call. I was worried it was my boss calling. I found it and indeed it was my boss. The call ended before I could pick it up. I felt the wind hit me harder, but I did not bother. I had to call him back immediately. I took out my phone and started ringing him back.
The wind was too strong. I ignored it. I waited patiently for him to pick it up, but it kept ringing. I felt wind all over my thighs. But before I could think it through, he picked up the call. He asked me some stupid things. Then the sensation made sense to me.
I realized that my skirt was now lying on my stomach. It had risen so high. My thin maroon panty was exposed in its full glory to everyone. I was paralyzed in embarrassment. My pussy bulged, and the camel toe was fully visible to everyone. My milky white thighs were all on display to them.
I pulled down my skirt immediately as I spoke on the phone. The skirt was again lifted thanks to the wind. With my other hand, I held up the skirt from lifting again. The sides of the skirt were lifting, giving them a view of the sides of my butt. This was a nightmare. I struggled hard to keep my skirt in place.
The guys were having fun watching me juggle the skirt and the phone. My boss was babbling, and I was finding it hard to hear it over the sound of the wind. I had to close my other ears. I already made him repeat something twice, and he was getting impatient.
That was when I decided to risk it. I left my skirt and closed my other ear to hear clearly. The skirt was up again, exposing my panty. To my horror, even my shirt was rising, exposing my navel to everyone. I did not care. I had to answer my boss. I had to accept this was happening to me.
I let the wind control my shirt as well. It rose, displaying my navel to everyone. It rose to my torso. I leaned back on the seat to stop it from rising any further. The shirt was already high up. The front part of my shirt was now like a balloon as the wind filled it.
My navel and panty-covered pussy at a full display to everyone in the car. I did not resist. The wind was cruel. It did not stop even after I had surrendered. It wanted to humiliate me further. I tried to pull down my shirt one last time, but it was pulled up with all its might.
The call ended, bringing me back to face reality. I was stripped naked by the wind. Unimaginable but true. I pulled down my shirt and panty, covering my modesty. There is no way for them to unsee it now. It was etched in their brains now.
I had to work with them every day. Imagining that they have seen me so personally would be embarrassing. But something inside me enjoyed the situation where I was making them horny. This is weird, but butterflies were running through my stomach. My toes had a tingly feeling.
There was a look of lust on their faces. I tried my best to ignore them. I corrected my clothes. What was the point after all my modesty was blown with the wind? Luckily, the driver who missed this action asked if he could stop for tea and samosa. I immediately agreed.
He stopped the vehicle, and I asked them to bring me some tea and gave them some money. I was relieved as they all left, leaving me in the car. I also wanted the get out of the car to stretch my legs. I got out of the car. I looked at them. They had smug looks on their faces.
They were giggling, probably reliving their luck. I was trying to figure out why I did not feel like burying myself under the ground. Strangely unable to resist the temptation growing in between my legs. They brought the tea to me. I took it from them and started drinking.
They were avoiding eye contact. I decided to act as if nothing had happened and asked the driver how long it would take. He said it would take another 45 mins. We got in after having tea. I decided to sit in the middle, much to their amusement. They were happy.
This time it was different. The two men were now sitting very close to me. Their legs were inches away from mine. If I move a bit, I will rub against their thighs. I realized that I had made them horny. Maybe they wanted to feel me. I did not complain.
The car windows were open, so I had to do a round 2 fight with the wind. I kept my hand on my crotch. So that even if the skirt lifts, it cannot expose my panty. As expected, my skirt lifted as the car picked up speed, exposing my bare thighs until my crotch.
I did not pull it down. I sat, exposing my entire inner thighs to these men. They were now not even stealing glances but bold enough to stare directly. I ignored them and let them enjoy it till it lasted. They shifted in their seat but did not dare touch my bare thighs. So close yet too far. I laughed at their misery.
I closed my eyes and pretended to get some sleep. I stayed still for the whole 5 minutes. I had kept my hand on my crotch, stopping my skirt from lifting. I wanted to tease them. I stayed still, closing my eyes for another 5 minutes like I drifted off to sleep.
I slowly loosened my hand and acted like it was sliding off as I drifted off.
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