Revenge of the Secretaries
by Sundar ramchandran / India guy / zenkalidas



My name is John and the incident that I am about to relate sparked off my
sexual fascination with strong and well endowed women.

Well, I had just taken over my father's business empire (He had decided to
pursue his personal interests which he had neglected during his years in
office). We were into transportation and logistics. I had just completed my
MBA and was keen to expand my fathers business. We had a fleet of vehicles
(trucks, cars, helicopters etc)

I was seized by this grand idea of integrating postal services, business
freight and transport. I decided to broach this to the whole team during a
party / get-together celebrating my assuming office. I had asked people to
bring their "better (or bitter depending on whether they were men or women)
halves" or their fianc'es / friends.

Drinks was on the menu. The music was exciting and just loud enough to
entertain while still allowing conversation.

I arrived early. I was scheduled to meet with one of the major representatives
of the trucking and auto industry, especially their most important wing, that
of the drivers.

I was meeting the representatives of the drivers union.

Suddenly, I was greeted by some gorgeous looking glamazons. All of them were
around 6 feet, had massive, voluptuous, curvaceous, proportionate thighs and
legs and buttocks.

Flesh, muscle / sinew and bone seemed to have mingled to create these almost
classical amazons. One of them had flowing hair that was yellowish / golden
and reached up to her shoulder. She had a ruddy complexion. She wore a
miniskirt and a sweater that just about managed to make it to her waist. The
other had shorter and darker hair. Both of them looked like they were in their
mid forties and their faces had a kind of beauty that denotes the
characteristic combination of strength and vulnerability that comes to some
women with age. But their faces also seemed to show a keen high spiritedness
and a sense of adventure, mischief and recklessness / rambunctious ness.

I was surprised to find scars and bruises all over their body which strangely
added to their beauty.

Both of them greeted me. I was very pleasantly surprised to find that one of
them was a truck driver and the other was a housewife who was both an amateur
pilot and truck driver.

I was surprised to find that they could hold their liquor much better than me.
I had had 3 or more strong Long Island iced teas and was quite sozzled. We had
the same stuff and they were quite ok.

Anyway, I got up to make my speech to the gathering.

Everyone cheered at what I had to say.

Then, with an uncharacteristic bravado (that was almost foolish and possibly
because of the liquor and the presence of the ladies), I talked about this
fanciful scheme of delivering mail through helicopters. Before I could explain
the technicalities and sort out the problems, I was suddenly aware of someone
falling on my back and the next moment, I literally had egg (not to mention
cream, sauce etc) on my suit and face (unluckily, the lunch table was nearby)

Getting up and trying to muster some dignity, I looked around and saw people
with a strange look that spoke of mingled amusement, pity and contempt. Hurt
and angry, I tried to find the culprit. It was one of my secretaries . She had
a grin on her face (which I now noticed had already seemed bruised and
battered as was the rest of her body). What she lacked in height (she was just
5 10) she more than made up in proportion, command and sheer strength and
voluptuousness. Now come to think of it, all of my secretaries had the same
attributes and always dressed in miniskirts. They also had the habit of
smoking in office which irritated me no end. All this was just the trigger
when she quipped "I just dropped out of an helicopter". Knowing her and the
other secretaries and sensing their feeling that I was just a rich kid or
worse, an idiot with a rich father, I sensed the sarcasm and slapped her hard
on the face. She just kept grinning at me. I kept hitting her and even drew
blood when suddenly, there was a grim look on her face that did not bode well
for me. Suddenly, my legs were spread eagled on the floor as 2 of the
secretaries lunged for my legs and started pulling them in opposite
directions. I felt searing pain all over my body.

To add salt to my wounds, in spite of all my struggles, they put me in a
strait-jacket all the while mentioning "You deserve to be in a mad house and
we are going to put you there" .

Meanwhile, they started explaining to the crowd their ideas and work that was
somehow related to the same overall plan.

I could not listen to what they were saying but I noticed the trucker women
applauding and come up to them. Tears of frustration were flowing out of my
cheeks. Out of pity, the women (secretaries and truckers), they released me.
Somehow, I could not help lashing out at them once again. The trucker women
remarked "quite the macho man, isn't he , like the proverbial truck driver".
They proceeded to strip me naked and use my body as a map and delineate with
red, blue and black ink all the routes. All this for the education of the
audience.

After the show was over, they started painting my face like a clown or mime
artiste. The secretaries remarked with glee "Doesn't he look like a doll when
he is angry ?"

One of the secretaries thought of climbing a very steep hill with a sheer
face. The truckers also agreed. The question was : what do to with john ?

All of them hit upon the idea of somehow shoving inside me a transparent
rucksack like tourist bag and then filling it with ink of all colors.
Suddenly, one of them had the brilliant idea that an iodine based fluid
solution would be good for me since i seemed to be suffering from a lack of
iodine which was reflected in my intelligence.

All 80 or more kilos of me was pushed inside the bag in spite of all my tears.
They took turns carrying me like an infant all the way up the hill.

I seemed to be painted in multiple hues when they released me. As if this was
not enough, they cut my hair, leaving a small patch in the middle.

Somehow, all my feelings found release in my racking sobs. After this
catharsis, they proceeded to bathe me by dunking me in a stream / brook and
then they hugged and made love to me.

I suddenly found inspiration and got an idea and voiced it loud (possibly, no
definitely inspired by what the women had done. I had the feeling that the
women may have covered these while I was tied up But I could not care less).
"What we need is a multi-pronged system with multiple tiers (and the
mini-vans, "auto-rickshaws" etc making the last mile or rather the last 10
miles in reality) , a pooling cum wireless dispatch system so that each
vehicle does a limited stretch of say 8 or 10 miles, there are enough
vehicles, there is seamless handover of passengers and freight, freight
(including post) and passenger traffic are separated, all the vehicles
carrying advertising banners (including helicopters) to defray the costs, the
rail and air network is used where necessary, all of which can be knit
together by a solid information and networking system which seems to offer
point to point service at unbelievably cheap rates"

Amidst tears, all of them hugged me. One of them took over from me now that I
had become practical and came up with " I had this crazy idea of adapting
maglev type navigation to water and amphibian transport"

We all cheered and made love under the stars.