sexy wife in town

“ Ajju”, Kajal very adoringly asked her hubby caressing his hair with her tender fingers.
“Haan”, Ajay tired of just concluded sex session with her beautiful and sexy wife kajal.
“Aaj Hari uncle aaye the wo apna Andheri wala beauty parlour phir se start karna chahte hai, aur mujhe uska manager banana chahte hai.”
“Again Kajal? I know we are in tight position these days regarding funds but that doesn’t mean ki hum Hari uncle ka ehsaan le aur..”
“Ehsaan kyon Ajay, unko bhi to zaroorat hai unka parlour start karne ki aur unko mujhse reliable aur kaun milega bolo? And I still don’t know how much he is going to pay me.”
“Wohi to tum unse payment ki baat bhi nahi kar paaogi rishtedari mein job mein yahi problem hoti hai.”
“ Nahi but he told me ki jab bhi hum start karenge payments related papers fill up kar lenge.”
“Achcha” for the first time Ajay went a little polite. He was reluctant to see his wife going for a job. But since they shifted to Mumbai from Delhi his stars are not right , besides he has purchased a posh flat at Kandiwali consuming all his savings so far. Now they are really in trouble. Kajal is insisting for long for doing a job of some receptionist or a secretary somewhere but Ajay didn’t encourage her. In reality he was afraid that how his extremely beautiful model alike wife will fare here. Kajal an aspiring model in her college days has to submit to her fate and accept an early marriage due to her dismal family conditions( more of that later). Now when Ajay’s uncle( his father’s cousin) has offered her the opportunity she didn’t want to miss. She had done a small course of beautician earlier in her college days and utilized her knowledge by doing make ups on her friends and relatives during marriages and functions . Ajay didn’t want to say no to his uncle as he was the one who has helped them in settling down at Mumbai and also helped them cracking the deal of their beautiful flat which Ajay still think had come very cheaply to him.
“ Do you really think you can manage this?” Ajay made his last feeble attempt.
“Sure Ajay” Kajal cooed , her face was clearly showing triumph . They have married for just two years and have come to Mumbai just four months ago. Kajal who earlier wanted to be a big model and also wanted to hit a chance at bollywood now just wanted to do something worthwhile so that she can look herself with some pride and self containment. Ajay has agreed and Kajal informed to Hari uncle about the decision. Hari uncle informed that the renovation of the parlour is complete and invited her there on Monday to interview the necessary staff to be appointed.
“What interview? me?” She looked surprised but really happy to be such a authority who will decide about the appointed of some unemployed people.\
“Yes Kajal, are naye logo ko tum hi theek se handle kar paaogi. You are the whole and sole of the parlour now.” Uncle disconnected and smiled. Hari uncle 55 years old came to Mumbai when he was just 5. 50 years in Mumbai is not for nothing. He is in property dealing business for long and as soon as he saw this beautiful Kajal with his nephew Ajay, he was mesmerized by this beauty. Uncle had enough money and has also spent some on beautiful models who have turn to prostitution. But there was a risk involved in it. He knew Kajal was his relative so he had to be very patient in his approach, and the first step he took was get them a flat cheaper than they thought. Little did they knew that he had to shed few lac rupees for that. Both Ajay and Kajal were new in this city hence they don’t know that the parlour in question here had already been raided by Andheri Police two years back as earlier it was used as massage parlour and as we all know what most of these petty massage parlour do these days. But no one knew that those who were arrested that time were not the owner of the parlour they were only dummies but they could not prove anything due to smart paper work by Hari uncle. And the same papers were ready now for lovely Kajal now.
“Hey looking great honey!” Ajay whistled looking at Kajal ready with a lacy black top with beautiful denim jeans. Where her top was loosely fit over her sensuous body, the jeans was skin tight and making her already hot ass all the more appealing. Kajal winked at him and said
“Mujhe station chod do main whan se andheri chali jaongi.”
“Hey don’t be crazy, Local mein jaogi?”
“Aur kya tumhari biwi special hai kya?”
“Special to hai, but till then I will buy you your car you have to bear honey.”
“Hey did I say anything to you.”
“NO, that’s why you are such a darling.” Ajay hugged her from behind and kissed her. His dick started to grow on her ass but she snapped
“Hey don’t change the mood, no time for that.”
“Yea I know, but I think you will be more comfortable in BEST bus as it goes from right here from our building and I have seen its not much rush here. Though it will take 20 minutes more than the train but you will get the seat.”
“Okay boss” After taking bus number from him she left the house. Ajay who had to go half an hour later stayed home.

Kajal first step on the bus was not pleasant as it was a double Decker and having so much space at the entrance that she was not used to it and in the event of finding something to hold on she was held by the conductor himself. It was a lucky day for the conductor as such a beautiful girl( he thought so) came right into his arms. Some girls and guys standing side by were chuckling at her embarrassing position. She quickly get rid of herself and made her way inside and luckily found a window seat. She was blushing as well as panting heavily as if a teenage girl was kissed for the very first time. And when conductor came for the ticket he smiled at her, she was ashamed but knew it was not his fault and very sweetly smiled back at him. The parlour Hari uncle mentioned was at walking distance from the bus stand at Andheri. She reached there quickly emulating the speed of other working women around her.

The parlour was at the seventh floor of a huge residential cum commercial apartment. And as soon as she entered the arena she was mesmerized how beautiful it was. As it was just renovated, every equipment, every furniture was brand new of A one quality. There was nobody there except Hari uncle and a thin average looking girl which uncle told her that his maid at house but would now work here as peon. Her name was Radha.
“Wow uncle ji its superb.”
“Are Kajal beti tum ne apne uncle ko samjha kya hai. And now you are the incharge of this business.”
“Are uncle nahi main isse nahi sambhal paaongi.”
“Come-on Beti, don’t under estimate yourself, aur phir main hoon na tumhe back karne ke liye.” Saying this he very fondly wrapped his arm around her which she obviously didn’t mind as he was as old as her father would have been.
“Let me show you the whole thing, This is the lobby, reception and waiting hall all in one and here attached is small office where you will be sitting and you can monitor everything here on this computer as every room has a powerful camera attached, now come inside.” He still holding her by his arm took her inside. The was a big room saloon area fully mirrored and having five big and comfortable salon seats, Kajal saw her beautiful figure in embrace of the elderly Hari uncle. Hari uncle slowly removed his hand and told her about the specialties of each equipment beauty products etc. Then he took her to other room that was made for all kind of bridal and ladies make up. It had the direct entrance from the lobby so ladies did not have to necessarily enter into the saloon area. There was another room inside the ladies make up room which Uncle described as Massage room.
“Massage??? is it necessary uncle? do people come for massage in beauty parlours.”
“This is an added facility for our regular and reliable customers. We will not start that immediately but will see what demands we get later on. Beti there are many exclusive massage parlours running in the city they are in much demand, but sooner than later they become like a whorehouse that’s why I don’t like that idea.” Kajal blushed thinking of that and relieved that this one is not like that. Every room in the parlour has attached and well maintained washrooms. All in all it was a complete parlour with all the modern amenities that would now be run by Kajal.

They both then returned to the small office which was shown to her earlier and Uncle forcefully made her sit on the cozy directors seat.
“Now let us complete the formalities. Kajal fill up these forms quickly as I have to give them to my lawyer who will complete the formalities. Kajal tried to read the documents but could get only the 25% of that. One thing she understood was that she is designated as the director of the parlour and another to which she was shocked that this parlour will name as Kajal Beauty Salon and the name has already been got registered by Hari Uncle. When she looked at him surprised he just consoled her rubbing her silky hair. One thing she noted that she had to work on honorary basis for first two months on stipend of 5000 Rs. and will start getting salary of Rs.30000/- p.m. from the third month onwards. Hari uncle cleared that this would be the clause in every employees’s service condition as they will be working here on stipend for first two months and will get the decided salary only from the third month.

Then that maid came inside and informed that few people have come for the interview. Uncle gave her the list of employees to be hired initially.
02 Male hair dressers, 02 women hairdressers, one head beautician, two assistant beauticians and one male peon. Interview goes on for three hours and later many people have come, some were real fakes and idiots and some are very experienced but demanding more salary then decided by Hari uncle. In the end they have selected a mix of experience and youth. One 50 years old male hairdresser Ashfaq with 20 years of experience another is Robert a 26 years old guy from Goa who had worked with a reputed branded salon and had know how of all the modern beauty concepts. They didn’t take time to finalized the two female hair dressers they have both worked in men’s beauty salon and have enough experience of haircut of men as well as women. Nisha and Usha are sisters and they are not very beautiful but were attractive enough. They both had one thing in common that they both had heavy boobs showing lot of cleavage through their salwar suits. They couldn’t fill up the place of head beautician as they could not find a suitable one; in fact one or two had got the attention of Kajal but Hari uncle disapproved. However they could get two nice looking fresher girls as assistants Ruby and Sapna, they were not having much of experience but they looked sincere and willing to learn. Finally they selected a Peon Deepak a sharp looking young boy whose added qualification is that he also knew driving four wheelers. Hari uncle is not just a lusty old man but he is also a shrewd businessman. Kajal may be thinking that she had interviewed all the candidates but it was the influence of Hari uncle that he almost hypnotized her on every selection she made that she only chose those approved by Hari uncle.
Everyone was told to join the auspicious Wednesday (day after) Now both Hari uncle Kajal and that maid Radha left at the parlour. She has brought lunch packed for them which she served them in the office.
“Uncle what about the Head beautician?”
“Lets see, I think as long as she is not selected I think You should manage that post too.”
“Me, But How can I?”
“Trust your self Girl. Don’t under estimate yourself. I am sure you are perfect in make overs besides you have two very smart assistants they are just too good that you can rely on both of them.”
Kajal was a little circumspect but she liked the way Uncle called her “Girl”.
Lot of advertising was already going on since last month but Hari Uncle had increased the volume since last two days and convinced a Local MLA to inaugurate the parlour on Wednesday. So it was decided that the Parlour would start functioning from Wednesday. Hari uncle gave her the lift in his luxury car and dropped her in front of her building. She requested her to come inside for coffee but “Some other time” saying he went.