Anish looked up from his laptop. A junior sales executive in a fledgling startup, Anish's life was not exactly going as he had thought. An average student in college, he had had to struggle for a year to get a job, that too with the help of his father.
Over the past year, he had put on a lot of weight on his already short and stocky frame. Maybe I could pass for cute, he hoped against the settling realization that a cute face had eluded him as well. His lost gaze wandered around the office, until it settled on his psycho boss Ravindran who was scowling at him with his nostrils flared. Anish quickly focused back on his laptop screen.
"Dude, what's the scene between you and Shruti? Serious?"
"With her? No man. Bang bang. Thank you and next."
"Oh yeah? How is she during..you know when you're together and.."
"Who fucking cares. I do what I want. Oh shit. Here comes Lavanya.."
Anish was eavesdropping on the conversation between a couple of other loser sales executives, before turning his gaze towards Lavanya. It was impossible for a man's chin to not drop when she entered the room.
Her long lustrous hair seemed to follow a special physics of their own. Her perfect face, with big, gentle eyes, full lips with a slight pout, was alluring enough. But her anime-character-like body found it hard to hide anybody's gaze, even under baggy sweaters and loose jeans. Big, firm breasts straining at her clothes, a tiny waist peeking out when she stretched and yawned, a humongous ass jutting out full of juice, followed by her long, shapely legs built to be caressed and parted. The perfect specimen.
No wonder she was a sales rockstar. All those middle-aged, horny clients couldn't get enough of her. Of course she used it to her advantage, but she was clever enough to never be taken advantage of. Her bosses, themselves sex-starved balding account managers, kept their distance from her. She was good for business, and 'you don't fuck with the money' was the CEO's mantra. Anish sighed at the thought of fucking with Lavanya in any shape or form. Or even talking to her. Or being in her vicinity.
His record with the women was laughable at best. A virgin still, the closest he had come to female interactions were his long, tiring runs to xerox his friend Abhinav's notes for the girls in his college.
"Thank you Anish, you are the best yaar." He still remembered Nidhi's wide smile as he had placed a thick stack of class notes in her hand. An absolute knockout from Punjab, her beautiful face, tight figure, and bountiful ass was the stuff of dreams. Many a bedsheets were ruined in the boy's hostel every night, with fantasies of Nidhi playing centre stage in every boy's head.
Anish himself had fantasized about her slim, pale legs wrapped up around his waist, her slightly chubby tummy rubbing him, her soft brown nipples slipping along his sweaty chest, her arms pinned above her head by his hands, his teeth pulling at her tongue as she winced, his eyes fixed into her scared, horny eyes, his cock grinding into her wet pussy as she moaned..
Of course she had had a boyfriend. An army of simping class-notes delivery boys had been left heartbroken by her high-flying boyfriend who studied at a premier college, and went on to become an investment banker. His revving motorcycle against their humble cycles, the poor suckers had no chance.
It was lunch time. Anish walked out of the office alone as the other employees broke into their cliques and disappeared for the lunch break. A cigarette break. Anish watched the lunch crowd from office buildings all around the business district descend into the street. They all seemed busy in their conversations, and here he was, all alone.
Where is this all going.. Anish wondered. His sales numbers were low. Career going nowhere. Fat and unfit. No special talents that he could think of. No girlfriend, or even a female friend..
He had to step aside for a big, loud group of office goers to pass through. A small, rotund guy led the group, cracking jokes and high-fiving as he went. An average face, shot body, but great confidence. Anish didn't even have the confidence to go to his boss every time that asshole Deepak passed off Anish's sales as his own.
The big group of office goers disappeared into a building but their leader remained outside with a cute girl with curly hair. The girl looked completely smitten. How...
The short man whispered something into her ear and she blushed. A secret pinch on her ass confirmed Anish's fears. Even this fucking butter-faced asshole had a girlfriend. The girl gave him a horny look as she brushed her fingers through her soft curly hair. Anish felt a tight hard-on coming as the couple disappeared from view. "Shit" he whispered to himself. The existential crisis would have to wait.
Hiding the huge tent in his pants, Anish stumbled back to his office. It was still early and barring a few people working on their laptops, it was empty.
Anish rushed into the bathroom and found an empty stall. Within seconds he was jacking off furiosly as he thought about the cute girl with curly hair, and that douchebags fingers on her ass, pinching. If this was how it was in public, imagine what he did to her in private. A finger in her mouth, roughly slathering those lips with her own saliva. Pulling her curly hair back till her neck could bend no more as she was bent over a desk, her ass jiggling as his cock went in and out of her tight pussy, one of her ass cheeks bright red from the incessant spanking..
A loud crash froze Anish as he held his cock in his hand. Somebody had come into the toilet in a rush. More than one person.
"No Deepak.. not here, please don't.." a girls scared voice. In the men's bathroom!
"Why not? Nothing will happen.." Deepak's voice followed by the sound of unzipped trousers and a quiet struggle to get somebody's clothes off.
"What if somebody comes in, I'll come to your house tonight, why not just wait.." The girl pleaded, her voice shivering with panic as she winced and a loud smacking kiss rang out in the bathroom. They entered the stall right next to Anish's.
"Please Deepak, why do we have to do it here? I ll come to your - ah! Don't bite them! They are tender from last week.." The girl begged for mercy. Damn he must be mauling her tits. Lucky bastard, Anish thought as he jacked off.
Anish was rock hard now. Just the sounds of their struggle, the girl's pleas and Deepak's aggressive bites and pinches were enough to flood Anish's head with images of what was going on a couple of feet to his right.
"Please I'll do it with my hand- not here it's so dirty-"
"Shut the fuck up, and sit on my lap!" Deepak growled at her. A tense silence. Anish waited.
The girl finally moved. "Slowly..gently please.." the girl whimpered. Anish could make out the girl's red shoes from below the stall door, but he didn't dare to get a better look for the fear of getting caught.
"Ah.. ah" the girl moaned as quietly as possible as rhythmic slaps commenced on the other side of Anish's stall wall.
