She Was Asking For It

Warning: This story contains rough nonconsensual sex. If you are looking for a story where the woman enjoys being taken, this isn't it. There are many of those on this site. This is a little darker.

This isn't like my other stories. Just trying something different.

As always, comments welcome.

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The sales team was having a good time. They had just closed out a great deal, and the booze was flowing freely. Our party was large enough to have a section of the bar roped off for us.

I sat on a bar stool at one corner, awkwardly nursing my coke. I wasn't part of the sales team, I was on the tech side of things. They brought me in to ensure that all the customization and integration points were doable and documented. That hand holding eventually closed the deal.

Someone slapped my back, making me nearly spill some of my coke.

"Vamshi! Great work!" It was Abdul, the head of sales. "We couldn't have done it without you."

"Just doing my job," I said.

"What are you drinking?"

"Coke."

"Coke and?"

"Coke."

"Come on, have a drink! The company's paying for it."

"I'm fine. Thanks."

Someone shouted for Abdul from across the bar. He clinked his glass against mine and swaggered over.

I didn't like the sales team. I preferred the quiet space in front of my computer at home in Bangalore and with my team, spread across India. But they were a necessary evil if I wanted to advance. Since I was already so involved with the project, I would be the technical lead for the implementation.

I looked at my watch. It had been less than 2 hours, but it felt like an eternity. I had eaten enough appetizers. I just wanted to go home. But the sales team was going hard and fast.

Lalitha perched unsteadily on the stool next to me and waved to the bartender. She was dressed in a purple shirt and black trousers, both of which were obviously tailored. That was another thing that I couldn't get used to. The tech guys in the company dressed in jeans and t-shirts when at work. And in whatever we wanted at home. The sales team all had to "dress up," blazers, trousers...

"Vamshi," she slurred. "What are you drinking."

"Just coke, Lolly."

"Such a good boy," she said, reaching over to pinch my cheeks. "You are going to make some girl very happy one day."

Lalitha, or Lolly for short, was an Assamese girl who had joined the sales team 3 years ago during the covid lockdown. She had the high cheek bones, full lips and slightly "asian" almond shaped eyes common among the hill folk of Assam. Her straight black hair fell down past her shoulders now, although it was usually held in a pony tail. Her light brown skin was flawless, except for a smattering of acne scars that only accentuated her cheek bones. Except for lipstick and eyeliner, she didn't usually wear any other make up. Right now, her cheeks were flushed from drinking.

The bartender returned with a large gin and soda. Lolly took a sip and slipped off the stool, swaying slightly. She had a reputation in the company as someone who worked hard and partied hard with the rest of the sales team. I had heard some rumours about her, but I tried to stay away from that sort of thing. She was good at her job and had already been promoted to a senior sales rep, at only 27. I chalked up the rumours to jealousy. God, I hated the sales team.

"You need to learn to let go," she said. "Lighten up."

"I'm fine, Lolly," I replied. "These parties aren't my style."

She smiled and winked at me before sashaying away muttering something about me being a good boy. My eyes lingered on her small pert bottom, emphasized by her tailored trousers. She had quite a boyish body, with only the slightest hint of feminine curves. Her breasts were small, and in any other shirt may not have even been noticeable.

Before anyone noticed me leering at her, I quickly turned back to my coke, trying to ignore all the other people in the party.

Many people dropped by to refill drinks. A few tried to make small talk with me while they waited for their drinks before heading back to the others. Most just ignored me, which I preferred. Every time a waiter walked past I grabbed some appetizers off their trays.

Half an hour later (although it felt longer), Lolly returned to the bar, wobbling badly, drenched in sweat.

"Everything okay?" I asked, helping her onto the bar stool.

"I think the alcohol is reacting with my pain medication," she said. Her slurring had gotten much worse. She lifted her arm to signal to the bartender before letting it thump back down onto the table.

"I think you've probably had enough."

"Whadayotalkingabout? I've only had two drinks. I can do 6!"

The bartender came over, looked at Lolly and then me. I shook my head. He nodded and returned with a glass of water which Lolly promptly spilled all over her trousers.

"I think I've had enough," she said before teetering off towards the toilets.

I grabbed a last piece of chicken kabab and looked at my watch. 9:30, time to head home. I went around the room to say my goodbyes.

"Come on! Stay!" Abdul said, putting his arm around me.

"I would like to go now," I said, slipping out of his grasp.

"Just one more-"

He was interrupted by a loud commotion. We all turned to see Lolly splayed across the floor. A couple of people were trying to pick her up. We formed a circle around her and someone offered her a chair.

"I'm okay," she said after being plopped on the chair. "Just tripped on something."

She was a mess. Her hair was tousled and her trousers were ripped at the knee.

"She said something about pain medication," I whispered to Abdul. He nodded his head and took over.

"Alright everyone, back to the party. Let's give her some space," he said. Everyone started walking back to their seats. He gestured to the only other woman in the room and conferred with her. They looked over at me and back at Lolly.

"Vamshi," Abdul said, "Can you and Meena take Lolly home?"

I nodded and after discussing the logistics a bit, Meena and I helped Lolly to her feet. Luckily, she was quite light and we half helped and half dragged her to the lift lobby.

While we waited the for the lift, Lolly leaned her head against my shoulder and look up at me.

"Such a good boy, Vamshi," she said again. "You ever had a girlfriend?"

Meena and I exchanged glances and went back to staring at the lift doors. Lolly grabbed my free arm and pulled it to her breasts. I pulled my hand away as fast as possible. Before I could say anything, she was pawing at my crotch.

"Stop it, Lolly," Meena said firmly, grabbing her hands.

I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Just having some fun," pouted Lolly. Not that she needed to, with her lips.

"Enough fun for one night."

We rode the lift down to the basement in silence and loaded Lolly into the front seat of my car. I lowered the back rest a little to make her comfortable and clicked her seat belt in.

"Safety first," Lolly said smiling. She closed her eyes and nestled into her seat.

When I looked up, I saw Meena looking at her phone. She looked at Lolly and me with a furrowed brow and then back down to her phone.

"What happened?" I asked.

"My son, he's running a fever and..."

I knew what was happening. She had to be somewhere, but Lolly was here.

"Don't worry," I shrugged. "I'll get her home."

She looked around some more.

"I won't tell Abdul," I said.

Meena's eyes brightened. "Thank you so much! I owe you!"

"No problem," I said.

Meena checked in on Lolly who was sleeping in the front seat of my car before rushing off to her car. I got in, and reached into Lolly's bag looking for her office ID. The main compartment had a half-used strip of pills, a tampon and some panty liners.

"So you are a naughty boy."

I looked up with shock, Lolly was looking at me through heavy, but open eyes.

"Just looking for your address."

She smiled and told me her address. I entered it into google maps and pulled out of the parking lot just behind Meena. Meena turned left and I turned right.

"Where's Meena?" Lolly asked, trying to peer around the car.

"She had a family emergency. I'm taking you home."

"Good," she replied, settling back into the seat. "I can't stand her. She's a stuck up bitch. Thinks she's too good. I know the truth."

Lolly kept up a mumbling and meandering monologue for the rest of the drive. I responded occasionally with a yes or no, but she mostly answered her own questions. After she had told me her opinions of the whole sales team, she moved on to other topics, hopping from one to the other. She kept her eyes closed the entire time, curled up in the seat, looking like she was asleep. Except for the constant jabber, that is.

"We're here," I said when we pulled up to her house. It was a small three storey structure with staircase running up the front.

"Where?" She opened her eyes and looked out the window. "Oh. Great, thanks." Clutching her bag to her chest, she opened the car door and shuffled through a small gate to the staircase. When she got to the base of the stairs, she stopped, turned and slowly slumped to the ground. Sitting on the second stair, she leaned against a wall.

Now I was getting annoyed. I sighed, got out of the car and walked through the gate.

Lolly looked up at me and smiled sleepily. "Hello again."

"Which one is yours?" I asked, looking up the steep staircase.

"All the way at the top," she said. Then she leaned back on the stair and pointed up. "All the way. Up there."

"Who lives in the other two?" I was hoping I could hand her over to a landlord or friend.

"Empty. It's just me now. I don't even have a room mate."

"Come on, let's go," I said, bending down to pick her up. I pulled one of her arms around my neck, wrapped my arm around her torso and pulled her up easily.

"OOH!" she squealed as she stood up. "You're so strong. I thought you were just a tech geek."

I didn't respond and started walking her up the stairs. At the first turn, she was slumping a bit, so I had to adjust. My hand grazed the bottom of a breast.

"If you want to touch them, just ask," she said moving my hand to her bra encased breast. My hand easily covered it fully. I left it there for a moment, feeling the lace through her shirt. Then I quickly pulled it down.

"Stop that, Lolly."

She giggled and we continued up to her flat.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"32."

"Married?"

"No."

"We need to find you a good girl."

"Key?" I asked, when we got to her door.

She rummaged through her bag, pulled out a key. As she tried to get it into the keyhole, it slipped from her hand onto the floor.

"God damn it, Lolly." I said, propping her up against the door. I picked up the keys and unlocked the door.

"Please don't be angry with me, Vamshi," she said slinking in. She reached to the side, and turned on a light. "It's not my fault."

It was a small apartment. A small hall barely big enough for a small dining table in the middle with three chairs. Off to one side was a tiny kitchen, and another door led to a bedroom. One wall had a small garlanded picture of Krishna. The flowers were starting to brown.

Lolly slumped into a chair at the table and put her head on the table. "It's not my fault," she repeated. "I'm feeling awful."

"Where's your medicine cabinet?"

"Above the fridge," she said, gesturing towards the kitchen. "The pink cupboard. Please take off your shoes."

I took my shoes off and placed them near the front door before heading into the kitchen. The cabinet had a mix of different medications, some band aids. I wasn't sure what I was looking for. I rummaged through it and found an open box of strawberry flavoured condoms. I pulled them out, looking further into the mess.

Finally, I found some antacid pills and paracetamol. I filled a glass with water and went out to the dining room.

"Take this," I said, handing them off to her.

"What are they?"

"Pudin hara, crocin."

"You're such a good fellow, Vamshi." She popped the pills in her mouth and took a swig of water.

"Let's get you to bed."

Lolly stood up and shuffled towards the bedroom. She turned on a light, but instead of heading for the bed, she turned right and I heard a door close. I stayed at the table, waiting for her. I heard a flush and the door opened.

When she walked past the door again, she was naked from the waist down. I did a double take. Instead of the black trousers, I could see two skinny legs and a small bum. She seemed oblivious to my presence and crawled on the bed, giving me a great view of her ass.

She collapsed onto the bed and turned over to a side, drawing her legs up a little and sticking her bum out.

I didn't know what to do. I felt a little dizzy as various thoughts raced through my mind. I felt my stomach tightening. White noise filled my ears. I grabbed the glass and put it back in the kitchen, to try and get away. I put the glass in the sink and washed my face trying to calm down.

I looked down and saw that I was fully erect.

Next thing I knew, I found myself at her open bedroom door with my phone in my hand.

"Lolly?" I said.

Lolly groggily open her eyes and looked at me. "Hi Vamshi, you're still here?"

"Yes."

She rolled onto her back and spread her limbs out star fish style, exposing her vagina to me. Her thick black pubic hair was neatly trimmed. A white tampon string stuck out of her.

"Now you've felt my boob and seen my pussy!" she said smiling. "Naughty boy!"

My hand held the phone up and took a picture of her, her bottom half fully exposed.

Her expression changed suddenly. "Vamshi, why did you take a picture?"

I put the phone back in my pocket. She followed my hand and saw the bulge in my pants.

"Vamshi?" she asked.

I quietly removed my t-shirt.

"Vamshi, you're a good boy, remember. You won't do anything."

The noise in my head went silent. The whole world went silent. It was just me and Lolly. She was half naked.

Everyone saw her falling down drunk. Meena saw her pawing at me. There was nobody in the building. She made me feel her tit. She took her pants off. She showed me her pussy. She wanted this.

"Vamshi?" she said again, pulling her legs together and sitting up. She was still wearing her purple shirt.

It looked like she didn't want it. But she had wanted me to see her pussy. She put herself in this position.

"I don't care what you want," I said.

"What? Vamshi, please, I-"

In a moment, I was on the bed and pounced on top of her. She tried to fight me off, but I easily pinned her arms down with one hand. I sat on top of her stomach, pinning the rest of her down. She was so small that I could have controlled her anyway. With the booze and the pain medication, her swipes for completely useless. She looked scared, her eyes wide open for the first time all evening.

I reached down with my free hand to her shirt and tore her shirt open. Buttons flew across the bed. I opened it up and saw a dark blue lacy bra holding her small tits in.

"Vamshi!" she shouted. "STOP! PLEASE!" She started screaming.

I slapped her face with my free hand, then I grabbed it, squeezing her cheeks together, forcing her full lips out.

"You will be quiet and do what I tell you. Otherwise it will get painful. Do you understand?" I said quietly.

She didn't respond. I squeezed harder. Her eyes started welling up.

"Do you understand?" I repeated, drawing my face closer.

She nodded. Or rather, I felt her head trying to nod with my vice like grip.

"Good. I'm going to let go now. If you make a noise, there will be consequences."

I released her face and she stayed quiet and frozen.

"You want me, don't you?"

She nodded.

"Say it."

"I want you," she whispered.

"I'm going to get off you now. Are you going to make a noise?"

She shook her head. Tears were now rolling down the side of her face.

I got off her and sat down on the edge of the bed. My cock felt like it was going to explode. I looked around the room. There was a cheap mass produced landscape painting that was supposed to look like a water colour near the door. The only furniture in the room apart from the bed was a bedside table and a cupboard with a mirror in front of it.

"Stand up," I ordered.

Lolly stood up in front of the cupboard. She was still drunk and had difficulty finding her footing. I took her whole body in, slowly. Mascara stains ran down from her eyes, curving around her high cheek bones. The slap had left one cheek much redder than the other. Her hair was still silky smooth. She was looking at the floor, not making eye contact. The ripped shirt had two buttons on the bottom. She moved her arms nervously, not knowing where to put them. She slowly tried to move them up to cover her breasts with one hand down, to cover her pubic hair. All this did was push a boob up slightly. From what I could see through the open shirt, the blue lace bra was quite deep, with the two cups held together by a small strip under her tits. Her small tits didn't need much in terms of support.

"Take off your shirt and put your hands by your side."

Shivering, she undid the two remain buttons and took the shirt off. It fell to the floor behind her. Lolly tried to cover up again.

"Give me your bra, please."

"Vamshi-" she said.

"I said 'please,'" I pointed out. "I'm being polite."

Lolly reached in font of her chest and undid the clasp between the cups. She slowly pulled them apart to reveal her tits.

"Wait."

She paused and looked confused.

"Hold it open and show me your tits."

Lolly pulled the cups apart and held them open. I sat on the bed, soaking in her lovely tits. They were small, but shaped exquisitely, rising gently from her chest. Her surprisingly dark areola were proportionately small, crowned with two nipples that pointed slightly outwards. The under side curved more aggressively back to her chest. Her sternum and ribs were barely visible in the space between.

"My god, Lolly," I whispered. "Your breasts look amazing."

Lolly remained where she was, awkwardly holding her bra open. Her tits jiggled almost imperceptibly with her shivering.

"Give me your bra, please."

Lolly pulled her bra back over her shoulders, forcing her chest out more. Those nipples looked like spots of milk chocolate her light tan skin. Once she had slipped out of the flimsy garment, she reached forward with the bra. I gently took it, and placed a hand on the inside of a cup. It was still warm.

"Keep your arms by your side. What size are you?" I asked, looking for a tag.

Lolly mumbled something.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear you," I said. I folded the bra carefully and placed it on the bed next to me.

"32 B," she whispered.

"Has anyone told you that your tits are amazing?" I asked, with genuine curiosity.

She shook her head.

"Really? I know other men have seen them. There's an open box of condoms in your kitchen."

She shook her head, again.

She was completely naked in front of me now. She looked much smaller than usual. I could make out the underside of her rib cage just above a taught stomach. Her waist was maybe a couple of inches less than her hips. A thick but well trimmed bush sat at the junction of two long thin legs.

My cock was so hard, I was about to cum in my jeans.

"Turn around," I said.

Lolly slowly turned around, facing the mirror and the cupboard. Her ass was small, but remarkably round and high. There were two small dimples just above them at the base of her back. Small bumps defined her spine. I couldn't see her neck because of her hair.

I stood up and took off my socks, jeans and the underwear. I folded them all neatly, along wit my t-shirt, and put them on the bedside table.

My cock was dripping with pre-cum.

In the mirror, I saw Lolly wantonly looking down at my cock. When she made eye contact with me, she averted her eyes and looked away. I