Sameera came out of the shower and lay down shivering on the bed, wrapped only in a small towel, her long legs shaking after the intense ass-fucking she had just received. Karan scooted over to her side of the bed and opened up her towel to reveal her small firm breasts perked up and fresh, and they smelt like lemons.
"Call Priya. On speaker. Tell her the hotel name, room number and time. Tell her to come alone." Karan instructed Sameera and she followed his orders. As she waited for Priya to pick up, Karan's cock rose up again, not because of Sameera whose supermodel body and face he had spent the last hour ravaging, but the evening that was at hand.
He began sucking her small tits, biting them between his teeth, and rubbing his lips over her sensitive nipples. Sameera squirmed as she changed her tone and talked to Priya on the phone, doing her best to not wince or moan as he suckled on her tits. "You will come tonight .. aah?" Sameera winces loudly as Karan bit into her nipple hard, testing her composure as she invited Priya to the designated hotel.
Priya. It had been years ago that Karan had first met her. She had been wearing a formal skirt and a fitting black blouse. Her athletic frame, although small, was still a great sight, her pert, small breasts standing straight and the gentle curves of her waist quite attractive. But it was her ass that the entire office used to drool over. Her thin waist spreading out into the perfect, juicy heart-shaped ass that then tapered down to her slim, taut legs, all of it was a bit too much in combination with the tight skirts, trousers and jeans she used to stretch with her voluptuous ass.
Although Karan remembered jerking off to her ass night after night, he never really made a move on her because they had become good friends. Her pretty eyes, and beautiful flowing brown hair were an added bonus. As they had grown through the ranks, he remembered being in awe of how hard she worked, vowing to himself that she would be his own bar of excellence.
It didn't mean that they didn't have their fun. Many a night, Karan, Priya and the rest of their gang would end up in nightclubs, blowing steam by getting drunk and dancing the night away. Karan remembered one particular night when they had been out partying, it was late, and they had had a lot to drink. He remembered through the haze of the years, the tight leopard print pants, and a white tank top that she had been wearing that night. That and those black high heels she used to wear, pushing her ass out even further, had Karan particularly fixated that night.
Having lost all his inhibitions to his 7th glass of whiskey, he ogled at her as she shook her ass right in front of his table, her drunk eyes throwing seductive looks in his direction through the strands of hair covering her face.
Oblivious to the rock hard boner in his pants, he remembered joining her on the dance floor. Starting off dancing with each other as friends do, they had gone closer and closer, her hands running across his shoulders, his hands on her waist. She turned around with a signature whip, her luscious brown hair whipping his face as she leaned on him, her back rubbing across his chest, her irresistible ass grinding into his groin.
He remembered needing to call in all his self control to not grab her ass, and instead placing his hands on her flat abdomen. As they had danced in the cover of darkness, her ass grinding his hard-on, she threw her head back onto his shoulder and he gave her a big wet kiss on her soft, silky neck. He was planting small kisses up her neck, moving towards her ear and then towards her lips.
He was almost there, but the lights came on as the DJ announced the end of the night. This happened many times, but lay forgotten the next day. It was much later that he noticed a pattern where she would find a reason to vanish or leave right when they were about to kiss. What a tease. Unfortunately it never really moved beyond that.
As thy had grown in the firm, he remembered taking a joint decision with her to join a smaller firm and making a big name for themselves early. It had been great for a while, and they would watch each other's backs, but he remembered the one instance that drove them apart. It was when they both had been up for a promotion when all of a sudden false stories of him bungling up work started spreading in the office. While he was never really sure how they spread, he was denied the promotion while she got it.
He remembered being devastated on the inside, but celebrating her win with her. It was later when the stories continued but about his personal life and what not, did he start to put it all together. The final proof that clinched it was when he was dropping a drunk friend home, helping him up the stairs who had, in an emotional stupor, let him know that it was unfair that his closest friend Priya was leaking these stories in office.
He remembered being stunned, speechless, unable to confront her. And then, he was assigned to her project, making her his boss. The daily doses of humiliation she dealt out as healthy banter battered his confidence. With the entire office laughing along, he grew more and more aloof, and isolated.
It was at this point that he had left his job and built his new life in his dream workplace, making a respected name and a fearsome reputation along with it. He used all his despair, humiliation and rage, and unleashed a beast inside himself that he didn't know lived in him.
He built a great team, and earned the firm more money than any other 3 teams combined. He had Shreya with him, the perfect woman, the woman of his dreams. He had it all. And then came Priya with a wrecking ball, becoming his boss again, she dismantled his life piece by piece.
Shreya was long gone, looking to change cities to go to a better office, dating someone else. His loyal team who looked up to him, worshipped him, no longer respected him. Priya had conspired with his rivals in office and within a month left him defenceless. She had even planted Sameera in his life, a domineering bitch who bullied him around. He was finished. But something had changed 3 hours back.
Evidence that Sameera, the company director's niece and his girlfriend, was fucking Priya had gotten into his hands. It was too perfect, a gift from the universe, to redeem himself. And he was not going to let it go.
He had found his beast back, a creature of rage and merciless heart, but this time he wouldn't let it lead him around. This time he would lead the beast around. It was time for revenge.
He sent a message to Shreya.
"Heard you are leaving. Need to talk. Midnight tonight at your place." He didn't bother leaving a question mark.
Next message went to his cop buddy for a special favor he would be doing for Karan tonight. "Hotel Hyatt Regency, 9 PM."
