Karma Has Its Way

Seema smiled broadly, but said nothing. Inside, her heart seemed to be beating so rapidly it felt like it was about to leap out of her chest. In spite of her rising excitement, Seema sat silently.

Ron continued. "Seema, I want you to be my Personal Assistant. I want you to travel with me, make the arrangements for all of my appointments, and manage my household and personal finances. You will be paid well and I will cover all of your expenses while you are with me. I can make no further promises beyond that at this time. I care for you, and if my heart and emotions are allowed to have their way...." He paused. "Well, I can't say what may happen. Are you interested in becoming my Personal Assistant? The pay is good, and you'll get to see a great deal of the world."

Seema was in shock. She had a difficult time getting her words to come out properly. "I...I, uh I'd love to take your offer Ron, but I can't." A tear formed in the corner of her eyes. "I have a contract with Mr. Tamraj that has well over two years remaining. So I...."

Ron held up his hand to silence Seema, opened his brief case, and removed a multi-paged document. "Do you mean this contract?" Ron smiled as he slid the document across the desk to Seema. It was the contract between Seema Patel and Mr. Tamraj.

"Yes, Sir. That is the contract. There are also some photographs he took of me. He threatened to use them in advertising near my family's home if I ever left or caused him any trouble. If he did that, it would bring great shame to my family."

Again, Ron interrupted Seema. "Are these the pictures you're talking about?" He pulled a folder from his briefcase and tossed it onto the desk. All the erotic pictures of Seema spread out over the table. A small camera memory stick was in the pile as well.

Seema bowed her head in shame. A tear fell from her eye. "Yes, Sir. Those are the photographs. I am so ashamed of them. I wish you had not seem them."

"Seema, these pictures are unimportant now. They are yours do with as you wish. My offer is real. Would you like to be my Personal Assistant? If you don't want to take the offer, I understand. Regardless of your decision, you are no longer under contract to Mr. Tamraj. You are free of him. He has no hold on you anymore. You may stay and work here if you like or move on with your life. It is completely up to you now."

"Are you serious, Ron. How did you get Mr. Tamraj to give you my contract and those photographs?"

"You would be surprised to find out the kind of response I got when I made a little comment about the authorities investigating all of his businesses. Guys like Tamraj will become very cooperative when they see the government may get involved in their business. It's the same all over the world." Ron said with a chuckle.

"Do you really want me to be your Personal Assistant? I'm a dancer here at The Wild West." Seema was nearly in shock.

"Yes, I am serious, Seema. I know very well where we are. What is your desire?" He asked with a wide grin.

Seema jumped up, threw her arms around Ron's neck, and kissed him. This time, Ron responded by passionately returning the kiss. When Seema breathlessly broke the kiss, the girl was practically in tears. "Oh yes, Ron! Yes, yes, yes! I do so want to be your Personal Assistant. I promise to do my best to serve you well."

"Good! Would you like to return to your apartment now, or would you consent to having dinner with me. Or, do you need a bit of time to consider your options?" Ron asked.

"I don't need any time to think about it. I have been hoping you felt the same way about me as I feel about you. All I need is enough time to change my clothes. I don't think you want to take me to dinner dressed in this lingerie."

Ron smiled at the beautiful young lady he had just hired as she rapidly gathered the documents and pictures lying on the desk. He laughed and said. "I'd enjoy taking you anywhere dressed in that outfit. However, it may be just a bit drafty out in the streets of Mumbai."

Seema giggled as she stuffed the contract and pictures back into the folder and practically ran out the door of the office she and Ron had been using. "I need a few minutes to change. I'll be right back." She shouted back over her shoulder.

It took Seema less than five minutes to change into her street clothes. She was beaming with happiness as she came out of the dancer's dressing room for the last time.

Ron and Seema had dinner that evening at the American consulate. Over dinner, their conversation covered many of Seema's new duties as Ron's Personal Assistant. The pay he offered was more than generous. She would have private quarters in Ron's home to which she would have the only key.

The American Ambassador to India joined them as desert was served. A representative of the Indian government accompanied the Ambassador. Seema was in awe. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought she would be sitting in the American consulate at the same table with such rich and powerful men.

The visitors seated themselves, and Ron introduced them to Seema. He then asked her if she could be ready to leave early the next morning.

"I'd love to, but I don't have a passport. That will take..."

The Indian representative interrupted her. Ms. Seema Patel, is this what you will need to make this journey?" He then laid her brand new passport next to her desert plate.

Seema's grabbed the document and confirmed it was hers. The picture of her had been cropped from one of those taken by Ron from Mr. Tamraj. Her mouth dropped open in awe. It usually took months to get a passport.

"Ms. Patel, you will also need this." The American ambassador then handed her a work visa. The work visa would allow Seema to enter and stay in the United States as long as she remained employed by Ron and his software company.

Seema broke down and cried. She could not believe this was all happening to her so fast. She tried to speak but only blubbered through her tears and sobs. She finally was able to utter one word. "How?"

Ron laughed, took her hands in his, and said. "I told you I sell security and defense software to my government. India is one of my customers as well. You'd be surprised how quickly things can be done with just a word in the right ear. Now, how soon can you be ready to leave for Chicago?"

"I can be ready to go in the morning, but I should call my mother. I would also like to say good-bye to Jenny."

"Of course. Here, use my cell-phone to call your mother. Talk as long as you like. I'm sure she will be happy to hear from you. She is sure to be pleased that your education has helped you do so well. There's no need to mention The Wild West or how we met. There is nothing to gain by shaming you or your family. Later this evening, we can stop by Jenny's apartment so you can tell her what's happening."

Ron then left the table with the other two men. They quietly chatted at the side of the room while Seema talked to her mother.

After twenty minutes or so, Seema disconnected from her mother. Tears were streaming down her face but she wore a broad smile on her lips.

As Ron had predicted, Mrs. Patel had wished her only daughter well. Her mother was very happy to know Seema was going to put her college degree to such a good use. "Perhaps Mr. Ron would be so kind and let you visit your family when his business brings him back to India." Mrs. Patel did not know, and hopefully never would know, about the months Seema has spent dancing at The Wild West. Of course, without The Wild West, Seema would never have met Ron.

Later that night, Ron and Seema went to see Jenny. Like Seema's mother, Jenny was also pleased that everything was working out so well for her friend. Even though Seema had been working on her own for some time by then, the older girl still felt a little protective of her trainee. With both girls crying their eyes out, Seema insisted Jenny take several month's worth of her half of the apartment rent.

Seema had saved up several thousand dollars from her work at The Wild West. This further convinced Ron that he had made a good choice for a Personal Assistant. If she handled his money as carefully as she handled her own, he would have no worries in that area.

The corporate jet carrying Ron and his new, and very nervous, Personal Assistant lifted off from the Mumbai airport shortly after dawn the next morning. Over the next several hours, Ron laid out Seema's new duties as his PA. She would be responsible for setting all of his appointments when they traveled, except those previously set by his corporate secretary. She would also make arrangements for any visitors to his home. Most of his expenses were covered by a corporate credit card. However, Seema would be responsible for his sizable personal accounts, including a sizable stock portfolio.

"But Sir, are you certain I can do all of this? I know so little about American finances." Seema, for the first time, let Ron see her less than full of self-confidence.

"You will be great. I don't expect you to jump right in to this with no experience or training. I have people with expertise in all the areas of your new responsibilities. They will thoroughly train you in the skills you will need. My broker will continue to handle the day to day work of managing my assets. Your job will be more one of supervision than actually doing the work. I need someone I can trust to oversee my accounts. Seema, can I trust you?"

"Oh, yes Sir. I will do my very best to please you, Sir." She replied.

"Good! Now relax! I am certain you will do well. I promise. My first order to you is a simple one. You will not call me 'Sir' when we are not involved in business. Please use my name, Ron."

Seema visibly relaxed a little.

Ron then leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. "Besides, I hope you will become more to me than just a business associate. You must remember though, we must keep business and personal life separate."

Seema returned his kiss and smiled broadly. "I will do my best for you, S..., I mean Ron. I too want to be more to you than just an employee." She paused as if in thought. "Ron, would it be alright if I danced for you every now and then? I did so enjoy dancing for you."

Ron smiled, leaned back in his chair, and held his arms out to the young woman. "Of course! I will look forward to the sexy dances from such a beautiful young lady.

When they landed in Chicago, Ron's driver, Edward, met them at the plane and took them home. She was in awe at the sight of her new quarters in Ron's home. They were larger than her family's entire home in India. She had a living room, a bedroom with a large bed, and even her own private bath. Her bedroom had a view overlooking Lake Michigan.

The day after her arrival in Chicago, before leaving on his next business trip, Ron gave Seema a gold credit card for her personal use. Ron's secretary, Sandra, took Seema shopping. They bought the young woman a complete new wardrobe including business suits, formal dresses, casual wear, and all the accessories that went with the new clothing. Seema was a bit reluctant to charge so much on Ron's credit card.

Sandra ensured Seema that Ron would have no problem with the charges. "He expects you to be dressed properly for any occasion, and the costs are a normal part of your expenses. He will expect nothing less."

"Okay, but it is so much money. I am not sure I should spend so much on my personal things."

"Ron has chosen wisely. You will make him an excellent Personal Assistant." Sandra encouraged the girl. "Besides, you will be taking a heavy load of work off me when you are trained for your duties."

The next few weeks were hectic for Seema. She didn't see much of Ron. He went out of town on several short business trips during that time.

Sandra could not have been nicer to Seema. She had promised Ron she would make sure Seema was properly attired for whatever activity she would be involved in. Sandra oversaw every facet of Seema's wardrobe and training. Seema could soon go anywhere she needed and be confident she was dressed appropriately. She was tutored in all the areas she would need to do her job. Seema was grateful she had always been a quick study. She was soon doing more and more of her duties without supervision. Over the next several months, Seema became more and more competent and confident in her duties for Ron.

One evening Ron arrived home very tense. It had been a long hard day of nearly constant meetings with government bureaucrats. He looked forward to a relaxing evening at home.

Seema, seeing Ron's tense state, brought him his favorite cocktail after dinner. With a grin on her face, she asked Ron a question. "Ron, may I dance for you? I always enjoyed dancing for you, and I would like to do it again."

Ron smiled broadly at his Personal Assistant. "I would love that. However, I don't want you to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable with me or your job."

"Oh no, Sir. You said I should keep business and private life separate. I am on my own time now, and I really want to dance for you. Please let me dance for you again. I really miss dancing for you."

"If you are sure you want dance for me? I just don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. If you really want to, I would love to have you dance for me again."

"Yes, Ron. I really enjoyed dancing for you at The Wild West, and I want to do it again."

"Wonderful! Shall we go up to my quarters so the other staff won't bother us?" Ron asked.

"That would be nice. Give me just a few minutes to shower and change. I'll come dance for you as soon as I put something nice on for you."

Seema practically ran up the stairs to her quarters. She quickly stepped out of the dress and underwear she had been wearing as she closed her door. She glanced in her full-length mirror as she walked into her bathroom. She was glad she had kept up with her shaving. Her bald pussy was as smooth as a baby's butt. After a quick shower, Seema put on the only reminder she had of her days at The Wild West. She had kept the flowing lime green negligee with its matching baby-doll pajamas. It was the same one she had been wearing the night Ron ask her to become his Personal Assistant, and she considered it her lucky charm.

Seema knocked on Ron's door and waited until he called for her to come in. He was seated on a small couch on the far side of the main room. He was gazing out a window that offered a panoramic view of his expansive property. He had his sound system playing soft easy music. He never did care for the extremely loud hard driving noise the passed for music at The Wild West.

As Seema entered, Ron turned to face her. He smiled broadly and was very pleased to see the vision of beauty coming toward him. Her negligee's robe fluttered on the breeze as she crossed the room. It was like a wispy light green cloud. The thin material of the matching baby-doll pajamas did little to conceal the girl's firm C-cup tits, tight smooth body, and bald pussy. She turned and wiggled her firm round ass for Ron's pleasure.

Slowly, Seema began swaying to the music that softly filled the room.

Ron leaned back on the couch. A wide smile seemed to be permanently fixed on his face.

Seema seductively danced for Ron. With the easier musical beat, Seema knew she could keep dancing for much longer than when she danced for a living.

As she danced, her robe floated around Seema's body and occasionally drifted over Ron's head. As the song on the sound system came to an end, with slow delicate movements, Seema removed her robe and let it float to the floor next to Ron's seat. She then moved closer to Ron as the next song began. She continued to sway and wiggle to the music bringing her body close to Ron.

Ron leaned forward and Seema pulled his head to her chest between her firm tits. She then pushed her tits together trapping Ron's face between them. She stepped back a little when Ron tried to put his hands around her waist.

Smiling at him, Seema pulled her baby-doll top up and over her head. It joined her robe on the floor. She then had only the thin panties on. Again she danced close to Ron and swayed so her tits rubbed Ron's face. This time, when he reached around her, Seema let him embrace her. With a hand on each of her firm butt cheeks, Ron pulled her to him and hugged her tight. Almost as one, they slowly fell back onto the couch. Seema continued to writhe on top of Ron's body. She sensually rubbed her tits over Ron's chest. Her nipples were as hard as small stones.

While his hands kneaded her butt, Ron bent his head forward and took Seema's right nipple into his mouth. She was soon moaning with pleasure as she pressed her tit into his mouth. Her pussy was becoming extremely wet.

It took all her will power to push up and off Ron. She then began unbuttoning his shirt. The shirt quickly landed on the floor with Seema's clothes. Next she slipped down to her knees and unfastened Ron's belt and pants. He raised his hips as she pulled them down and off his butt and legs.

They were both then in nothing but their silky underwear. Since this was a private setting, Seema was not under the same restrictions she had been under at the club. At The Wild West, she had not been allowed to remove any of the customers clothing. Continuing her erotic dance, Seema nibbled and kissed Ron's rock hard silk covered cock. Sliding her mouth up and down the organ she used one hand to feel his balls while the other stroked his cock.

"Come up her, Baby." Ron reluctantly pulled Seema off his cock and had her lay on his chest. They kissed passionately as he hugged her tightly.

"Seema, I want to ask you something I've wanted to ask for some time now. Please say nothing until I finish." Ron said.

"Alright, Ron. Did I do something wrong?" She asked.

"Oh no, baby. You've done everything right, almost too right. It's just that I've been thinking about this ever since you agreed to be my Personal Assistant. Do you remember when I told you then that I cared for you and wanted you with me? Do you remember I said if my heart and emotions were allowed to have their way, I didn't know what may come? Well Seema, my heart and emotions have gotten away from me. I would like it very much if we could make our arrangement a little more permanent. What do you think?"

Seema was confused. "What do you mean by 'more permanent?' What are you asking of me?"

Ron stood and had Seema sit on the couch. He knelt in front of her and took her petite hands in his strong hands. He swallowed hard, looked into Seema's eyes and asked. "Seema, I love you. I want you to be the mother of my children. Will you marry me?"

Seema leaped up and threw her arms around Ron's neck. "Oh yes! I will marry you. I love you too, Ron." They then kissed with a passion that lit a fire deep in Seema's core. While they kissed, her nipples grew even harder and her pussy became even wetter.

When they broke the kiss, Seema gasped. "Oh Ron, I've wanted to hear that from you for months. I will do my best to make you a good wife. It will give me great pleasure to have your children. I hope I never disappoint you. I, I, ...." Seema was so excited she was stuttering.

Ron put his index finger to her lips and laughed. "I know you will be a fine wife. But, for now, why don't you go to bed. We will shop for your wedding rings tomorrow. We have a lot of planning to do."

Seema was disappointed she didn't get to continue dancing for her betrothed. She was extremely excited by the dancing and Ron's proposal. She would have done anything for him. She was ready and willing to give him her most treasured gift right then and there. "Oh Ron, can't I finish my dance for you. I know you will like the end of my dance. It will give me great pleasure to give myself to you. You must know you will be my first." She begged.