A man has to do what a man has to do. The bitch, my coworker and nemesis, had crossed the line she shouldn't have. She double crossed me and used me to learn the job and now was basically dominating me. "Jim, can you please get a copy of this document, I am quite busy." She made me mad. Although I was as angry as a bull, I kept calm, as calm as a bat. I waited. And, the day came.
February 13, 2018. The day before Valentine's Day.
The moment I saw the bitch, I knew this was the day. She was dolled up in a sleeveless black top and tight blue jeans. Her breasts were always prominent. Large, cupped by her bra. The dress covered her well but gave onlookers a peak of her cleavage. Yet, it wasn't her boob day. It was her 'ass' day.
I mentioned - she was in tight blue jeans. Now, when I say tight, picture this, when she walked, her ass cheeks moved like a teeter totter. Up and down and her dress gave away exactly the measurements of her ass. So tight, you could see the curves. You knew how large they were and how well they protruded out from her curvy body. When she walked, faces would turn to have a look at this glorious slutty ass. Now, she was beautiful this bitch, and I think that has partly to do with her arrogance and pretentiousness. She was beauty pageant material. Perfect lips, dark black eyes, marked eyebrows. But, today you wouldn't want to waste time looking at her face. Her ass was the star. And when she bent occasionally, you could dream of a million things you wanted to do with her.
It was our deadline. We had to submit reports for a certain project and it was 7 PM and we were still working. 8 PM, it was getting late and we were close to finalizing it when the boss said he had to leave because his daughter wasn't well.
Thanks guys for your hard work. Glad that we made the deadline. Just let me know once you finish uploading. See you tomorrow.
See you Jay. Bye.
It was just the two of us. And all day I was so hard, today it wasn't my dick, not my head, that did the thinking. In thirty minutes, we finished our work. She stood up and was ready to go.
Smita, wait, I need to talk to you about something.
Yes, Rajiv, what is it?
It's something serious that I have been wanting to talk about for some time.
Go on. She suddenly looked a bit concerned. What was it that I was going to say, she must be thinking.
I have been noticing the way you're treating me these days. You used me first and now your overbearing attitude and showing superiority over me is too much.
I was suddenly stern in my voice. I was loud enough for her to know I meant business. She suddenly knew she was in trouble. She had never expected such an incident. She became frail. She couldn't even look at me in the eye as she tried hard to get back.
Rajiv, wh-what are you saying? Why are you sa-saying t-this?
Shut up! I don't want any more of your shitty talk. I knew what I wanted. And, what I didn't want was her to speak because this wasn't a debate or a discussion. This was a lesson. I was the facilitator. And when I raised my voice, she became so nervous, I could hear her breathing loud and hard. Her facial expression was enough for me to how fast her heart was beating. Her skin turned pale. She was so nervous that she sat down on her seat.
Now, what makes you think you can treat me like shit?
Rajiv, I...I uhh didn't mean to.. I am sorry, I think I..
It doesn't matter what you think. You've made a terrible mistake and you're going to pay for it.
And, just like that, tears rolled down her eyes. She wasn't even looking at me but I could easily see tear drops rolling out from her eyes, through her cheeks and to the floor below. She knew she was lost. She was doomed. She was at my mercy and she couldn't do a thing.
I grabbed her chin and squeezed her lips.
If you think, you're going to cry your way out of this, you're wrong, bitch.
My calling her bitch worsened the situation for her. She began sobbing loudly. She was helpless. Her eyes were now sore with the crying. I didn't move my hands away. As I squeezed her lower lips I was standing right in front of her. Her face was positioned just in front of my dick. And only because she was looking down she didn't notice how my dick was trying to come out of my pants.