Rameshs Office Humiliation Ch 11

It was Shobha, a well known Page 3 socialite, one of those 'famous for being infamous' types. Shobha had been born into a normal middle class family of modest means, and had had a normal upbringing. Her father had been a chauffeur for a rich industrialist, and she had been exposed to the ways of the rich from quite a young age. She had always dreamt of a lavish lifestyle and had been ruthlessly ambitious about it.

As Shobha turned 18, she realised that she had two 'assets' which, properly utilised, could yield a lifestyle far beyond the means of her father's monthly salary. She used her face and voluptuous figure to snag a few minor modelling assignments in college but quit as the casting agent was always groping her backstage. Shobha didn't mind being groped, but she felt that she deserved to be felt up by rich, billionaire playboys and not some cheap casting agent.

Just after graduating, Shobha had joined Mr. Raichand, her father's industrialist boss, as his office secretary, despite her father's misgivings. Her boss was 75 years old, and known to be quite the lecherous type. Shobha had hoped he would live up to his sleazy reputation. Her life plans depended on it.

Her boss more than justified the rumours as Shobha spent more time in the office on her knees giving him a blowjob, than taking dictation or planning meetings. She soon started traveling with him for factory visits and overseas trips, and although they booked two hotel rooms to keep up appearances, she never entered her room. The old man had a voracious sexual appetite, probably fueled by pills, but she didn't care. The more time he spent with his nose buried amidst her ample breasts, the more her chances of living the good life.

A year down the line, the pink papers read in respectable circles published an interview titled "Meet Mrs. Shobha Raichand, the city's newest billionaire" and the yellow magazines catering to the not-so-respectable readers published a series of sleazy topless pictures leaked by her old casting agent titled 'the city's newest gold-digger bitch.' She was perversely more proud of the latter as she knew that any of the ugly old hags that she met at the cocktail parties could have gotten a headline in the pink papers, but only

she

could have managed to be in the Page 3 of the gossip mags on the same day.

Three years later, the headline in the pink papers read "Mr. Raichand, the celebrated industrialist departed for his heavenly abode." The gossip mags had a headline that screamed "I hope that lecherous bastard's soul rots in hell, and his bitch joins him there soon!" with a picture of his grey-haired ex-wife in sober clothes, contrasted with a collection of Shobha's bikini-clad pics from her latest vacation with her departed husband.

The article was accompanied by a hit job column with whispers from unnamed servants. The column was carefully worded to hint at suspicion that Mr.Raichand's young wife had somehow caused his death while not giving any direct allegations that could be a subject of a libel action.

Shobha didn't care about the gossip mags anymore. She was a multi-billionaire at the age of 25, having ensured that Mr.Raichand left everything to her in his will. She calculated that she had given him about three thousand blow jobs over the past four years, and they had made love about a thousand times. With a fortune of about ten billion dollars at her command, it had worked out to about 2.5 million dollars per sex act. Not bad considering she had given her first blow job to the casting agent for a modelling show that had paid a measly five thousand rupees.

Shobha hated giving blow jobs. At least with sex, she got to enjoy a warm dick inside her, which got her juices flowing. But a dick in her mouth meant only the guy got any pleasure while she merely went through the motions. Worst of all, most guys ended up emptying their load inside her mouth. Mr. Raichand had always insisted that she swallow his seed. She hated the taste of cum. The day she got the keys to his business empire, Shobha resolved never to give another blow job in her life. If anything,

she'd get the guys to eat her out

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As Gayatri and Mallika were warming up, they heard a loud squeal, "Oh my god! Naked ball boys! Mallika, how come you never offered such a service on my previous trips!"

"Hi Shobha, welcome! This is Gayatri, my old friend from college. Daughter of Mr. Srinivasan, the hedge fund mogul. Gayu, this is Mrs. Shobha Raichand, the city's newest billionaire and one of the most frequent patrons of this resort," Mallika made quick introductions. "These naked ball boys are Gayatri's office slaves, she brought them along to serve her and her team on their off-site."

"Hello Mrs.Raichand, pleased to meet you. Of course, I have heard about you, and glad to have the opportunity to meet you in person," Gayatri said.

"Please to meet you too Gayatri. And please, call me Shobha. You have a nice collection of slaves here," Shobha said, admiring the retinue of naked slaves standing around the court.

"Oh, thanks. You are welcome to use them. Any friend of Mallika is my friend too," Gayatri replied. She looked at Ramesh and snapped her fingers. Ramesh immediately bent low and kissed Shobha's shoe-clad feet.

"This one is reserved by Mallika for her exclusive use. You can pick any of the others though," Gayatri said, pointing to the six naked slaves standing at attention.

"Is that... is that Ajay?" Shobha asked. Ajay had been trying to get the late Mr.Raichand to invest in their funds and had met him at his office many times in the past. Shobha had sat in on some of those meetings, but Ajay hadn't paid her much attention. "Just a secretary paid to look good," he had thought at that time. He was a Partner, meeting an important industrialist and had no time for a non-entity like Shobha. That was then. Now, she was a billionaire, and he was just another naked slave, being paraded in front of her.

"I don't know. They might have had names

before

, but now we just call them 'idiot' or 'slave' or 'dog.' Sometimes, I don't even need to call them, just snap my fingers," Gayatri answered. She very well knew Ajay by his name, but she wanted to demonstrate how a slave can be addressed by any term his mistress chooses. "Hey dog, Shobha asked a question, answer her," she ordered looking at Ajay.

"Yes Shobha, I am Ajay. I used to visit Mr. Raichand at his office," Ajay said. He extended his hand for a handshake, keeping a professional poker face despite the fact that he was buck naked.

SLAP. SLAP. Gayatri delivered two tight slaps to his face. Shobha was shocked but secretly thrilled at the sight.

"Is that how you address and greet your superiors?" Gayatri asked.

"Sorry Ma'am," Ajay realized his mistake. Seeing Shobha had taken him back to his earlier professional life. He went down on all fours, bowed low and kissed Shobha's feet. "I was called Ajay, Ma'am. But you can call me anything that you wish to," he said.

"Oh wow, you mean, you have these gorgeous men with their large dicks, bow and scrape in front of you?" Shobha asked in surprise. "What else do you make them do?"

"They are slaves, they will do whatever you tell them to do," Mallika added. She had totally forgotten about Shobha's booking and had been a bit shaken about how Shobha would take it when she saw naked men roaming around the resort. Mallika was also worried that Gayatri would be disappointed with not having the resort exclusively for her and her team. So, Mallika was pleased that the two of them were getting along well.

"You mean, if I tell him to run and fetch me a bottle of water, he would do it?" Shobha asked.

Gayatri smiled in response. "It's easier to show than tell," she said and hit a tennis ball to the other end of the court, and snapped her fingers. Ajay immediately went crawling on all fours like a dog across the court, and fetched the ball back in his mouth. He laid it down at Gayatri's feet and kissed her feet.

"Why let them run when you can make them crawl?" Gayatri smiled, looking at Shobha. "Of course, if you prefer to look at their dicks while they fetch, we can make them hop like a frog."

Gayatri turned to Ajay and said, "Fetch water, and frog jumps all the way."

"Yes Ma'am, right away," Ajay said and hopped away towards the water cooler box kept at the side of the court. He returned with a bottle of water and offered it to Shobha. As she took the bottle, Ajay bent down and kissed her feet.

"Oh wow, I could get used to this. Especially since he made me fetch coffee when he used to come to meet my late husband," Shobha said. "We've come a long way since then, eh?" she asked Ajay.

"I'm sorry for my past behaviour, Ma'am," Ajay replied meekly.

"Oh, by the time I am done with you, you will be sorry," Shobha said. She turned to Gayatri and asked "Can I borrow him for a couple of days?"

Gayatri mulled her options. She didn't want to offer Ajay away just like that. He may be a mere slave, but he was

her

slave, and while she had shown him off to Shobha as a friendly gesture, she wasn't so sure of handing him over for a couple of days. Gayatri clearly saw that Shobha had a grudge against Ajay's earlier treatment of her, and was worried that Shobha might be too rough with him. But on the other hand, Gayatri didn't want to offend Shobha, since she wanted to be in the good books of what might be a very lucrative potential client.

A lucrative potential client... that's when an idea formed in the devious mind of Gayatri.

"Of course, Shobha, you can borrow him for a couple of days. But as you know, nothing in this world comes free. There's always a price for everything... and everyone," Gayatri replied with a smile.

"Oh, money is no concern. What's his rate? I'll pay double," Shobha responded with a wave of her hand.

"You do know that Ajay was a Partner at our firm. He is highly regarded and well respected in this industry. All I ask is, if you find his, ahem, services satisfactory, you instruct your wealth manager to shift your portfolio to our firm for us to manage. We deliver the best results in the industry," Gayatri answered.

"That's asking a lot. After all, I didn't ask to buy Ajay, I'm just hiring him for a couple of days to amuse myself. But moving my portfolio, that's a long term commitment," Shobha replied. She may not have been born into a billionaire family, but she had worked her ass off (literally) to get to where she was, and she knew how to drive a hard bargain.

"That's fair. But my offer is fair as well. All I ask is that you try out Ajay for the next couple of days, no strings attached. And if you are happy, you move your funds to us, and Ajay will be your personal dedicated 'relationship manager,' available to serve you at your beck and call," Gayatri said.

"And a couple of ground rules that we specify with regard to all our slaves. You can make him do anything, and treat him anyway you want. You can also slap him around, as you've just seen. But no permanent damage, no broken bones or permanent scars. Deal?" Gayatri added.

"That's a fair offer indeed. Pleasure to do business with you," Shobha shook hands with Gayatri.

Gayatri ordered Ramesh to fetch a dog collar and leash for Ajay. She put the dog collar on Ajay's neck, and said, "For the next two days, Shobha here is your mistress. You will obey her every command. Make sure you please her, and you will be rewarded. If I hear she is not happy with your service, things will get very bad for you back at the office."

Ajay nodded to show he understood. Gayatri handed the leash to Shobha and simply said, "Enjoy."

Shobha immediately tugged at the leash and beckoned Ajay to her. "Come quick my dog. Mama is horny and wants some tongue service," she announced loudly as she led him away to her room.

"All his sweet talk and presentation skills, and he still couldn't crack the Raichand family wealth management mandate. Let's hope he does enough with his tongue now to deliver," Gayatri chuckled to Lily and Robin after Shobha left.