A dark story inspired by sad newspapers stories of teenagers stabbed in London I read the last time I was there.
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- Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. May I present you our new colleague, Mistress Kira Chowdhury? She had just been transferred from the Foreign Affairs Ministry. Please help her as much as you can to discover the intricacies of her new job.
The three men and six women in the group nodded in polite salutations. Kira smiled shyly in response. As usual with new faces, everyone watched her very closely. The men were assessing the new recruit to decide whether she was worth courting. The women, at least those who were still engaged in seduction games within the office were wondering if their lovers or suitors would defect to her.
To the delight of some and the dismay of others, this Kira was pleasant to look at. She was not a young girl, maybe forty or a few years less. She was thin and slender with graceful hands and feet. Her breasts looked heavy but still firm. It was difficult to determine whether it was a gift of nature or the result of extensive surgery but the effect was gorgeous. She had a long, elegant neck. Her face was a poem to the beauty of Indian and other oriental women : oval shape with high cheekbones, intelligent looking forehead, pulpous lips that were painted with a rich glossy lipstick, eyes perfectly done with mascara, eye shadow, Kohl and so on. The details were simply staggering. She must have spent more than one hour that morning to apply such a superb make up.
She was wearing a simple brown light kameez with yellow churidar, a matching yellow shawl and brown short heel shoes. It was a rather conservative outfit that made it quite clear that Kira was pretty and wanted it known and appreciated but also that she was not actively trying to seduce the men around her. Nevertheless, the males in the group received clearly a quite different subliminal message : I am pretty, I am quite worth being seduced, I am not adverse to it but you will have to work hard for it. If finally you reach your ultimate goal, the rewards for you will be surely very gratifying.
There was something puzzling with the details the boss had given in his presentation : Kira was transferred from the foreign affairs ministry. Usually the transfers were in the opposite direction. It's always more interesting to work in these high spheres rather than discuss with foreign businessmen about their new ventures in India, not very glamorous nor lucrative. Maybe this Kira had been demoted. It has been known to happen to girls who had a protector, some top brass, who had to quit suddenly his job, retire or have a health problem. Usually, such girls under protection were sitting ducks when the protection was over.
The mood in the department was not very good, there had been leaks and a big contract with a brand new US company had been suddenly cancelled without warning by the top brass and offered to their traditional contractor. Most certainly some bribery or basic corruption, the kind the government desperately wanted to eradicate but that was so difficult in most developing countries. India at the moment had a very fast growing industry. The US company had filed a complaint presenting a testimony of a member of the team. A group of inspectors had come to investigate the case but had found no evidence of wrongdoing. The witness had disappeared and could not be found. Kira had been hired to fill the vacancy.
As usual, the newbie was given all the tedious chores anyone wanted to shun. Kira managed coolly and swiftly with no fuss. She was efficient and never complained. Her notes and mails were deemed concise and clear, a not so frequent quality. In two weeks, she had become an active member of the team and her colleagues began to relax with her. They came more and more often to chat during their coffee breaks, some of them taking the opportunity to court her more and more directly. Kira was always ready to chat a few minutes when she was idle.
A senior office manager, Mukerjee Bindhri, was among her most frequent visitors. He was clearly trying his best to seduce her. She had heard discussion between some male office members where he was bragging to have fucked all the women in the group. He was handsome but quite ruthless and would not back away from blackmailing or even raping a woman who would resist him. He explained it quite straightforwardly to Kira :
- Hello, pretty! You should not let me wait too long. I have here sufficient influence to have you sacked and blacklisted if you disappoint me.
- You wouldn't do that! You aren't that powerful!
- I can do much worse! If you reject once more my offer of a dinner with my buddies, I'll arrange you to be fired next week!
- But my husband?
- To hell with your husband! I want to get into your pants and if you are good enough, I will let my friends enjoy you. Understood, cunt?
- Y. . . Yes! Don't hurt me, sir!
- You may call me Master. I am from a high caste with royal ancestors. You should show me utmost respect. You are pretty, otherwise I would never have cast an eye down on you. With some beautiful garments, I'm pretty sure that you could be really fuckable. Stand up!
- Yes, Master.
- You have a lovely oval face with a very clear complexion. Your tits are big, just the right size to my taste. You have long silky dark hair down to your shoulders. I forbid you to cut it from now on. I want it longer to your waist. In addition, you have a gorgeous bottom, the kind I would love to split open with my cock. I will make a lot of money selling your ass when you will be on the market.
