Ian:
The 23
rd
of December had Christine and I at the Mount Hotel for her firm's annual Christmas bash. As usual we booked a room where we could relax, have some fun after the festivities.
This Christmas do with her colleagues didn't end well.
Normally, the bash is good fun. People let their hair down but in a good way. In all the years we have been going there has never been any suggestion of inappropriate behaviour. Christine and I were sitting with her colleagues and our friends Moira, Helen and Mary with their husbands Bob, Terry and Dave. We go out together during the year for meals, dances and barbeques.
It was a lively table with a lot of laughs. We danced and had fun. The girls did look exceedingly beautiful. They do look incredible most of the time when we go out but at the bash they make an even bigger effort. We all appreciate the teasing.
Christine is in her mid-forties, 5'5 with long auburn hair. Her green eyes are full of fun. Her mouth can revive the dead (she's done it countless times over the life of our relationship). She has awesome breasts, 36D's with areolas about two inches wide which go from light pink to deep rose when she is aroused. Her nipples are like a barometer. They grow as she gets aroused. She can cum from me playing with them. She has long, sensual legs which she exposes as she prefers skirts or dresses over slacks. To my delight she isn't averse to wearing stockings like she's doing tonight. She keeps her pussy mostly bare as she loves being eaten out. It's tight and often wet. Her green dress showed a fair bit of cleavage sometimes more as she deliberately leaned towards me.
She knows I enjoy her teasing me and I'll reward her later. Last year she danced the last half hour with me commando. I knew as she put her thong in my pocket. We fell asleep almost when it was time to get up for breakfast.
I like watching others dance, enjoying themselves and okay seeing the odd bit of feminine flesh I wouldn't normally see.
Before the party Christine had let slip their new department boss John Malcom wasn't liked. He was too hands on for many. It wasn't a surprise to me as she wasn't as happy as normal. I'd tried to discuss what was wrong. She would only say it was work but it would resolve itself. Christine had pointed him out when we arrived. I could see him doing the rounds and that his presence wasn't welcomed at many tables. With all the bodies in the way I couldn't see why but this was unusual to say the least with this crowd.
I went to the bar for another round of drinks. When I came back, I saw the reason. He had joined our table and sat beside Christine. He had a hand along her bra strap fiddling with it. The other was on her leg under her dress trying to head where he had no right to be. Christine was trying to push him away as she fought his hand under her dress. He was leaning in trying to kiss her. Bob who was coming from the toilets was approaching him, he looked mad. I caught his attention and waved my head for him to leave it to me.
I should mention I'm kind of old school. You treat people properly and you protect your family.
I put the drinks on the next table, before I grabbed Malcolm's arm and collar dragging him away from Christine. As he stood up, I punched him in the gut before kneeing him in the balls. As he collapsed, I yanked his arm around his back and told him, loudly, so even over the music everyone around heard, "Arsehole, if I see you touch my wife again, I'll remove you from your little dick. Now fuck off back to the gutter!"
I spun him round and planted a beautiful right hook on his jaw. He went down for the count and more.
Some of the main bosses came over. I have known them for years. Derek asked, "What the fuck's going on?"
I replied calmly, though my tone may have suggested otherwise, "This arsehole has been going round the tables, groping the female members of staff. He was trying to get one hand up Christine's dress as the other tried to unhook her bra. She was struggling to get him to stop. I stopped him before he managed. If he had, he would be leaving in a body bag.
"There's never been any problem with behaviour at any function until he arrived. I hope he wasn't transferred to get away from similar trouble. If he was - you have a major problem!"
Derek was furious. "Ian, we'll sort it out. Christine how are you?"
Christine was visibly upset, "I'll be fine. He was telling me sex with him will be part of my new contract. I can tell you now it will never be! I'd heard about his behaviour in the ladies' toilets. So many are very angry at his behaviour. He won't take NO as an answer!"
Derek called over the doormen, "Make sure he gets to his room. He is not allowed back under any circumstances."
Christine and I had our drink, a couple of dances and headed to our room. She was still shaking. Instead of our anticipated evening of lust, we settled for a hug and cuddles. I hated Malcolm!
Neither Christine nor I are stupid. She was a mid-level manager at the firm. She'd been there eleven years. She had re-joined the workforce after our children were old enough to be trusted to look after themselves after school. I run a small contracting business which means I often find myself working on some physical projects but that beats going to the gym.
When we returned home the next day we spoke about this jerk. Christine didn't trust him one bit. I agreed with her assessment he would be looking for revenge on me through her probably as he couldn't win any physical confrontation with me.
I called my sister Elaine who's a partner at a law firm specialising in workplace law and explained everything. Christine had no doubt her colleagues would back her up. She told Christine to lodge a complaint with HR over sexual harassment. If the firm didn't discipline him or sack him, any repetition would not be good for them. Elaine told Christine to always have a recording device on her and if possible, a camera in her office to catch anything he did. If offered a new contract, do not sign anything until Elaine had verified it. They couldn't demand you sign there and then under any employment law. Just say, "I shall read this fully later."
I'd worked on a project for a company who dealt in these products, so I called them. Later I picked up a bracelet recorder which she just needs to touch to activate, a USB multiple charging unit with camera which used SD cards to record everything. As Christine always had something on charge this wouldn't look out of place. I also found a personal attack alarm which not only would shriek at 140 decibels it could spray him with a dye. Unfortunately, I couldn't find one which would allow you to pepper spray him. It's illegal to have in Scotland.
Christine knew some staff at the office he had come from so would contact them to see why he had moved.
When she went back to work after the holiday period, she lodged a complaint with HR. She also sent an email to the other female members of staff and told them she had done so. She hoped any others he had groped would come forward. She set up her room as directed by the camera manual.
Two days later Christine was interviewed by some external legal team on behalf of the firm. Her friends were interviewed and backed her up. It was a week until John Malcolm was interviewed. He denied everything. Unfortunately for him, Dave had recorded it and Mary had given a copy to the legal team.
To everyone's surprise he wasn't sacked, demoted or moved.
He stayed clear of the women but Christine was sure he was plotting something. She found out from her friends at his old office they were all glad to see him go. He was related to the owner of the firm which was why he wasn't sacked there.
Five weeks later we found out what he had been planning.
Christine:
The rumour mill around the end of January said there were a number of promotions in the offing. I didn't pay much heed as I didn't expect to rise much further. In truth I was happy where I was. Not too much stress but a fulfilling job. Being able to spend time with Ian and not work all hours. A bonus was my office wasn't near Malcolm.
About mid-morning the mail arrived. There was a large envelope addressed to me. Inside a letter informing me my role was changing and my new contract was enclosed. I had to sign it and return immediately. The letter was signed, John Malcolm.
Moira, Helen and Mary had received similar letters. I had told them Elaine's advice, so we all sent back a note saying, "I shall read this fully later" and return our comments on it in due course but within seven days (the time legally allowed). We agreed we would read it at home and speak later that evening.
Malcolm came into my office shouting and swearing at me. I sat quietly knowing this was being recorded. When he had finished, I asked him politely to leave. He was even more furious.
He screamed, "You'll sign that contract or you're fired!" I just smiled.
Derek came down from his office as he heard Malcolm screaming. He ordered him to leave. Malcolm just told him, "You can't do anything to me. I'll have my revenge on these women or they're out of here." He stormed off.
Derek tried to apologise but he was fuming. He went into his office and Beryl, his secretary said she heard him shouting at the main manager Henry Burrows at head office. He told him, Malcolm was totally out of control and was trying to hurt people. He was destroying this branch by his antics. He had to be sacked. The manager obviously suggested that Derek could be the one sacked but backed down when Derek said "Do that! How many staff will walk out with me?"
Before I left my office, I replaced the SD card in the USB charger. On my way home I called Elaine as I knew Ian would not be home until 7 pm at the earliest. As directed, I scanned the contract and emailed it to her when I returned home.
I wanted to open the wine but I settled for a cup of tea. I read the contract. The first four pages were normal. Pages 5, 6, 7, 8 were an abomination. I almost threw up.
Mary was the first to call. I told her Elaine had a copy and I was waiting for her to call back. Moira called next, she was almost speechless. If you knew her you would have said that's impossible. Helen's call involved many expletives and threats to remove his little dick.
Not only were we not signing that contract, but all our husbands would be told when they came home.
When Ian came in, he could sense I was not happy (that's an understatement by the way). He lifted his brow as he does when he knows I need to speak to let me know he's listening. It's a married couple thing!
I began, the anger barely constrained in my voice, "Ian, Malcolm has his revenge. He sent the four of us new contracts. If we don't sign, we'll be sacked. We won't sign. I sent this to Elaine. She's going to come back to tell me what we can do. Please read it."
