Part VI -- The Investigation
It did not take long to realize that the Commercial Liaison Supervisor's main job was to keep the foreigners busy and out of the hair of the local management team. IQ made sure he was in my pants whenever the need arose but was only intent on using me as a receptacle for his bodily fluids. Munafik remained impervious to my charms; maybe he was gay or something.
Amber and Abida seemed to love their new found status and were delighted to be promoted to worthwhile roles. Importantly, neither of them had resorted to using their bodies to move ahead in the company. They were now doing jobs that actually meant something. On the other hand, I had been fucked and then truly fucked!
Imran would not even talk to me now. Abida was in another office. Amber was too busy. Only Haramoon had time on his hands to comfort me in my sorrows, while hoping for IQ to be away and to get to my naked form again.
II
Mr. Jameel looked extremely worried and, unlike his usual self, was yelling at everyone in the office. Even Amber could not escape an occasional tongue lashing. It took a while for the folks to discover the problem.
"People," Mr. Jameel explained to the team now gathered in the conference room, "there are serious allegations from the audit team that irregularities have been noted within the Wireless business. It is critical we get to the bottom of this and sort out anything that is not in the right place." I had been hearing a few whispers from Munafik and IQ about things being out of kilter but had not realized that the issue would be quite that serious.
"We are being investigated for procuring second rate equipment, accepting favours from vendors, taking commissions from our franchisees, mishandling promotional budgets and a lot of other things; the shit has really hit the fan and we have to get our act together," he gave us further details.
"But Sir," the Planning Manager protested, "we keep excellent records of our transactions and have never seen a problem during reconciliations."
"That is true," Mr. Jameel conceded, "but when there is even a whiff of wrong doing, the entire scenario is questioned and mistrusted."
"What's the plan of action?" one of the regional managers asked.
"Folks, we really all have to work quickly to verify our information and get back to the auditors, any delays from our side make us look guilty," he laid out a plan of action.
As he spoke I looked around the room. Almost everyone appeared concerned and eager to get to work. The exception was Haramoon, who kept gazing here and there but never at the VP, sweating profusely and looking pasty white. I wondered why he was so bothered.
"The auditors will begin the full investigation on Monday," Mr. Jameel continued, "the details will be provided soon as I have them, but I imagine the department managers should all plan on seeing them soon."
As the group dispersed, I noted Haramoon running out of the room and into his office before anyone else even left their seats. I was sure that he had something on his mind and wondered if he was involved in the situation that was developing. My devious mind told me that I had to find out and quickly. The best person to find out from would be the head honcho himself.
III
"Sir you look tired and in need of a massage," I walked into the VPs office and offered to help him relax.
"It's okay Maryum," he responded, "somebody has seriously messed things up and there is plenty to worry about, I have not been able to sleep well in the last few days."
"Yes, but a shoulder and neck massage will relax you," I did not take no for an answer and moved behind his seat. He decided I was determined and let me begin on his neck and shoulders. Soon he further relaxed, loosening his posture and bending forwards, and I started on his upper back as well. The massage obviously was what the doctor had ordered for him. The tension in his body appeared to be diminishing and small moans of appreciation escaped from his mouth. Shortly after that he dozed off to sleep, the aches dissolving under my touch.
I took the opportunity to rotate his chair so he was now sideways to the desk. Coming around to his front, I continued to massage his shoulders and neck. I noted he was sleeping with his head tilted backwards. Upping the ante, I carefully sat down in his lap, placed one of his hands on my shalwar so that my pussy was just below the light cloth, anchored my waist with his other arm, and placed my lips on his mouth. He responded with gusto, obviously kissing his very kissable wife, rather than me, in his dreams.
My shalwar was loose enough, so that when I placed his fingers over my cunt they were able to penetrate into my folds, cloth and all. Mr. Jameel's fingers worked my pussy and his tongue deeply tracked the insides of my mouth. I returned the passion, playfully biting his tongue in the process. At the same time, my hand had found and lowered his zipper and caught hold of his stiffening penis.
All of a sudden he came awake, taking in the most unusual and unexpected scene. He pushed me off and hurriedly put his cock back into his trousers, zipping up a still sizable erection.
"Maryum, what are you doing?" he yelled.
"I am sorry sir, you were enjoying the massage and then pulled me onto your lap and began to kiss me," I responded, lying through my teeth, "and you are such a handsome and nice person that I just followed along without thinking."
His anger dissipated, but the outline of a smile was clearly visible on his face. He pulled open his desk drawers and dropped a silky panty into my hand. "Well, if I did not know you better," he remarked, "I would probably believe your story, but I have a fairly good notion about you," continuing, "you left your panties behind in my house the other night."
I began to blush red as the consequences of my actions began to raise questions in my mind.
"Maryum, many of the folks here consider you attractive and worth having sex with," he said, "I am not one of them, my devotion is to my wife and family. In fact I am wondering if you did get to see how committed I am while my wife was here."
"I am sorry sir," I tried to cover my predicament, "I was nowhere around the house when you came back."
"It's okay, let's keep this to ourselves," he suggested, not convinced that they had not been seen by us, "it is a good thing that you are off to the UAE for a trip real soon, so don't do anything now to jeopardize this opportunity, least of all making love to your boyfriends in my guest room!"
"Yes sir," I meekly responded.
