“ Can I come In.” Kajal heard Hari uncle’s voice. She immediately got up and greeted him.
“Are uncle aap bhi kaisi baat karte hai please come and sit kya lenge aap.”
“ Are kuch nahi beti. I have come to discuss something important.”
“Kahiye uncle.”
“Beti you are managing this salon really fine but one thing is missing and quite a few people have told me that.”
“Kya uncle kuch galti hui mujh se?” She asked hurriedly.
“Are nahi beti maine he pehle dhyan nahi diya. Beti wo kya hai ki is tarah ke reputed salon mein ek dress code hona bahut zaroori hai aur abhi tak yahan sab casual dresses mein aate hai. Isse sahi impression nahi parta hai. Uniform se customers par ruwab parta hai. Kuch samjhi.”
“Really uncle actually maine is bare mein socha hi nahi.”
“Koi baat nahi, Maine mere ek dress designer dost ke through sab final kar liya hai.”
“Oh that’s Good.”
“Ye dekho ye pictures hai dresses ki jo final hui hai aaj evening mein designer ka aadmi aayega sabka measurement lekar jaayega kal sham tak dresses ready and then every one will be in uniform from day after Ok?”
“Hmmm”. She said going through with dress code, For male staff its trouser and high neck kurta in dark maroon colour and for girls it was maroon Tops and Skirts. The model shown in the picture was wearing this Skirt much above the knees showing her creamy thigh. Immediately Kajal started to imagine all four girls in that dress and agreed that they all would look super sexy in that especially these hair dresser sister they would look like south Indian sex bombs in that. Inadvertently a smile came on her lips which was closely monitored by him.
“ Aur beti tumahara bhi yahi dress code rahega bas colour of the dress will be black.” That came as a shock to her.
“Main uncle iss dress mein?”
“Are kyon nahi beti tumhe bhi to haq hai sexy mera matlab hai attractive dikhne ka. Aur beti ye mat bhulo kit tum dual charge dekh rahi ho tum kabhi bhi head beautician ban sakti ho, aur maine dekha hai tumne sabhi sections ka kaam seekh liya hai, Isliye is uniform mein tum kabhi bhi kisi ki absence mein kaam kar sakti ho.” Though she agreed with Hari uncle but still couldn’t convince herself wearing such small skirt. Even in her bedroom she used to wear gown below knee length.
“Aur beti you don’t have to wear these dresses while traveling. Just change after arriving here and before leaving for home.” Hari uncle assured her imagining this sexy bahu in that skirt.
“Ok uncleji but you said koi aadmi aayega measurement lene.”
“Haan kyon?” Hari uncle acted innocent.
“Par maine kabhi kisi male tailor ko measurement nahi diya.”
“Are stupid ye tailor nahi hai designer hai, tumne top models ko nahi dekh un sab ko males hi dress up karte hai.” Hari uncle ne Kajal ki dukhti rag par haath rakh diya. Ek to use stupid keh diya doosra use models ki yaad dila di. She thought that while saying so she had shown her ignorance to Hari uncle.
“Nahi uncle mera matlab.”
“Are beti you are in Mumbai, you are still young and still can get a chance in modeling. You know. Main to kehta hoon ki tum Mrs India contest mein bhi bhaag lena.” Hari uncle knew what to say when. This argument quickly melted Kajal and she immediately started dreaming doing cat walk on stage.
“Achca beti main chalta hoon tum sabhi staff ko inform kar do ki aaj late jayenge measurement dekar tum last mein measurement dena tumhe aaj ghar main drop kar doonga.” Kajal later informed every one about that. To her surprise no one even girls not objected to that, in fact they all said that this should have been done beforehand. Kajal relieved to hear that and thought Hari uncle was right “How stupid I was!!”
The Guy in his 40s name Hemu came for the measurement. He had blue eyes and was completely bald looks like a villain of old hindi films. He greeted Kajal obviously knowing that she was in charge there and after taking permission he took measurement of all gents including the peon Deepak. All male employees immediately left the parlour. Then he started with Usha the voluptuous hairdresser. He took the measurement of the top first Kajal was standing very close to them
“Madam Ushaji seems fond of showing her cleavage. Main inka top issi style ka hoga.” Kajal blushed but Usha’s expression were that of pride. He circles the measuring tape around her and pressed just over her boobs almost pressing her nipples.
“Itna tight chalega?”
“mmph thoda dheela.” very first time Usha felt the heat. He told her to lift her arm for measuring the length from armpit to her waist. He put his thumb over her armpit in such a way that she started laughing.
“Are gudgudi hoti hai.” Every one in the room smiled. He then took measurement of her skirt first her waist, then her ass. He kept mumbling numbers and noting down in his book and kept the length of the skirt very short.
”Thoda neeche.” Usha said
“No baby isme choice nahi hai, Hari bhai bola ladkiya sexy deekhni chahiye.
And that went on for all the four girls and after completing Hemu asked Kajal
“ab aapki baari madam.” Kajal nodded then suddenly Hari uncle entered.
“Are abhi tak tumhara hua nahi.”
“Nahi bas madam ka baki hai.”
“Acha girls tumhara ho gaya.”
“yes sir” They all said
“Theek hai tum iss sapna ke size ke do extra banana meri maid ke liye wo bhi kutch din baad yahi kaam karegi.”
“Ok Sir.”
“Ok girls tum log niklo, Kajal beti ko main ghar drop kar doonga.” All the girls wished them good bye and went “Ok madam aayiye.” Hemu brought her closer and circle the tape and pressed over her boobs . She was as usual wearing a cotton Tshirt. She could feel his knuckles pressing over her boobs and nipples. Hari uncle sitting on the nearby sofa was intently watching them. Hemu increased the pressure and tighten the tape.
“Basssss.” Kajal ki siskari nikal gayi.
“Ok lift your arm and again he used his thumb to tickle her. When he measured her waist for skirt he kept himself so close to her that it looked like he was hugging her. Kajal could feel his breath over her neck and felt ashamed due to the presence of Hari uncle. He lowered the tape from her waist to her ass rubbing all through her jeans in such a way that Kajal felt sensation all over her body. These stranger male touches these days were making her excited every time. The length of skirt he measured was again very short. Kajal quick to object.
“Are thoda neeche.”
“Are nahi madam aapko bhi isme koi choice nahi hai.”
“Parr ye un girls se bhi unchi hai.”
“Yes madam yahi order hai. Madam aap special hai. You should look the sexiest here.” He whispered in her ear almost touching his lips there. Hari uncle got up and came closer.
“Kya hua beti.”
“Uncle wo I mean ye bahut short measure kar rahe hai.”
“Are beti short to tumne dekhi hi nahi hai, Ha! Ha! Ha!. Tumahre liye ye perfect hai, aur beti main tumhare modeling future ko bhi dhyan mein rakh kar soch raha hoon isliye you just don’t worry and enjoy. Tumhe phir kab chance milega aisi dresses wear karne ka bolo?”
“Haan parr…..”
“Oh Kajal beti No parr varr, its an order.” He smiled and surrounded his arm around her and to her shock gave a light peck over her cheek. Though she was shocked a bit but still managed to smile looking at Hemu. Hemu smiled back.
“Beti Hemu yahi hai tum chaho to tumhare liye koi aur dress bhi measure karwa lein.”
“Nahi uncle phir kabhi, we are getting late now.”
“Oh ok!!” So it was decided that she would wear the shortest skirt in the parlour.
Soon both were in Hari uncle’s driving towards her home. Kajal was sitting beside Hari uncle on front seat.
“Really Kajal ek baar mera parlour set ho jaye, I will see that you get a good break as a model I know many person this field I can even get you roles in TV commercials and serials too.”
“Are Uncle aap bhi, kya aap bhool gaye main aapki bahu hoon, a married woman.”
“ Arre married hone se talent khatam nahi ho jaata, beauty mar nahi jaati Kajal bête.”
“Tum to bahut hi khubsoorat ho, Ajay bahut lucky hai ye maine use pehle din hi bol diya tha.” Kajal felt very embarrassed hearing that. Hari uncle knew his talks were having the desired effect on Kajal and but also knew that due to his relationship with her , he had to be very patient with her and hence he again dropped her in front of her building and went away.
“Ajju you know parso se parlour mein dress code shuru ho jayega.”
“Achcha abhi tak nahi tha kya?”
“Stupid hota to batati na.”
“achcha kaise dress hai.”
“Skirt Top hai mujhe bhi wear karna padega.”
“Tumhe bhi? really !!, yaar maine tumhe bahut dino se skirt mein nahi dekha. Please pehen ke dikhao yaar.”
“Are abhi stitch nahi hua hai. Aur wo main ghar nahi laongi wahi par pehnoongi.”
“Achcha to ab tumhara customer ban kar aana parega.”
“Haan wo to hai and you know wahan four infact five girls aur hai.”
“yea maine dekha tha, specially wo christian girl Ruby kaafi cute hai.”
“Comeon Ajay she is barely 20 tum se 10 saal choti.”
“Kya farak padta hai yaar wo MLA tumse 20 saal bada hoga dekha kaisa lattu ho raha tha tume par.”
“Haan tum sab mard hote hi aise ho.”
“Are tum sexy ho hi itni ki vishwamitra bhi tapasya bhang kar de.”
“Achca to mera ye Vishwamitra kaun si tapasya kar rah hai jise main nahi tod pa rahi hoon.?”
“Is Vishwamitra ki tapasya abhi baaki hai.” Kajal make a disappointing face that even that talk could not bring Ajay on line
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