This story is the continuation of my other story "MILF Finds Herself on Adult Site". Please make sure to read that one first. Thank you.
*****
The guys in her office were in for a show that day.
Before going to work, she hurriedly logged in to her FB account, and changed her DP. She put up a photo of her at her nieces' wedding; in which she was wearing a yellow designer saree with a single layer of transparent paloo, clearing showing all the details of her yellow sleeveless matching blouse underneath.
This was necessary for her plan to identify "
rituslut
".
The previous ten days had been a blur for Ritu. Mentally overwhelmed by 'her' thread on an online adult forum site, she was bordering on physical exhaustion too. Sleeping only a couple of hours each night, she browsed through the vulgar comments showered on to her photos by her 'fans'. The whole event was akin to an enthralling adventure in the mundane life of this office boss.
As expected, her new DP on FB (the yellow saree one) had quickly found itself to the pages of the thread. There, it was decorated with the juiciest of comments, fit only for a cheap prostitute. But she, the sophisticated high-class office manager, had found a perverted sense of sexual pleasure in those comments.
"The whore is in form now"
"Tear off the hooks on her blouse!"
"I can suck on this bitch's tasty breasts all night long!"
Also, real-life photos that were being snapped in the office continued to make their presence felt on a regular basis. She had been trying her best in the office, on the alert for the snap of a camera, or a mobile phone purposely being pointed at her, in an attempt to recognize "
rituslut
". But all her efforts went in vain. There were too many people talking on their phones in that busy office, it was almost impossible to target each and every one of them.
Buoyed by the sexual interest she was attracting, Ritu went on to post more photos of her on her FB profile. She collected a variety of photos, one from a wedding of a distant relative, some house warming ceremony she had attended, her birthday, and so on; making sure there was some cleavage on display, or the clothes were tight enough to proudly display her wholesome curves. She had gradually uploaded them, one or two a day. Then, instead of checking for likes and comments on her FB page (which she used to do earlier), she went straight to the adult forum site to take in the vulgar comments as dirty whore!
"Show us the whore's smooth legs..." was the requested by someone, and she, as if she was proud of her whore-ness, promptly uploaded a photo that had been taken on her birthday. In that photo, she had worn a knee length pleated skirt, her smooth legs shining in the flash of the camera.
Ritu started doing something which she had never expected she would do in her lifetime. She began masturbating in her office room itself; at the same place, on the same desk, where she had dreamt her humiliating rape.
Such was her obsession with this newly found activity that she began to lose track of the reality.
Although her sexual energy had found a much need reprise, her mental and physical state was in a mess. Official work began to fall behind schedule. Deadlines were being missed; important activities were being side-lined. Sensing a lack of interest by their Branch Manager, her employees had started to take their work a bit too easy.
Then, Ritu was brought back to reality a little too harshly. The Zone Officer called her up after going through the previous fortnight's report, and gave her a full blast of his mind. If you don't get the work back on track by the end of this month, you will be out of that office, he threatened. It was the fifteenth of December.
Never before had Ritu been admonished by her superiors, for her work had never lacked behind. She could not believe that she was the same woman who had worked so hard for the past so many years. Embarrassed, and disappointed in herself, she made sure to get the adult forum site out of her head and decided never to visit it again. The website was responsible for her pathetic condition.
On the first day of the new week (fifteen days before New Years'), Ritu called in a whole office meeting. She gave them the scolding of their lifetime, shouting and losing temper at their casualness. She cancelled all leaves for Christmas and New Years'; making it clear that it was on her employees to bring back the level of excellence her office was known for. All remaining days in that year would be working days.
Her employees could not believe the harsh punishment that had been melted out to them, that too at no fault of theirs. Sulking, they went back to their cubicles, and digested the fact that they had been robbed of their holidays for no apparent reason.
They continued with their work as if nothing had happened. But underneath their passive faces, a cloud of frustration was taking form.
*****
It was the 28th of December. Ritu was in her office room, checking the work of the previous fortnight. The end of month closing was just three days away; she wanted to make up for the previous fiasco with an on-time report, and get back into the good books of her superiors.
She heard a knock on her door. It was Pratik, one of her Assistant Branch Managers.
"Good morning ma'am," he cheerfully said. She just nodded without looking up, irritated at the interruption.
He continued in the same happy tone, "Ma'am, we are planning to have the New Years' Eve party..." Dazed, she looked up at him as he explained the location (some resort on the highway) and the arrangements that were being made for the party. Oh shit! She had completely forgotten about the New Years' party the company organized for its employees every year. Thankfully, Pratik had taken care of the arrangements. She was a bit relieved.
"Okay, good planning," she said, as if all she had been thinking about was this stupid party, "make sure that a driver picks me up that evening, as my husband will be out of station and I can't drive all by myself to such a far place on the highway."
It was as if words got struck in Pratik's throat. He fished for words to speak. "So...uummnnn...Sir would...not be joining us?" he managed to blabber.
"No!" she replied in an increasingly irritated tone, "Is there a problem?"
She saw him shift nervously before he said, "No...problem...no...the driver will pick you from your house at 7 PM." But what she didn't see was his Assistant Branch Manager gulp down a huge amount of saliva, as if a hungry wolf had spotted its prey.
Absent-mindedly, Ritu's mind went to deciding what dress would be appropriate for the occasion.
*****
It was New Years' Eve. Ritu was all dressed up for her office's party. Taking a break from her routine office attire, she had worn a designer saree that was shining red in colour. She had wrapped it around tightly her, taking only a single layer of it to her shoulders as the paloo. She tucked the saree a little lower than she usually preferred, her navel displayed proudly. Under the sparkling saree, she wore a matching red sleeveless blouse that had narrower shoulder straps (thicker than noodle straps) and plunged excitingly to reveal a hint of her cleavage. The material of the blouse was thick, but still a hint of her black bra could be made out underneath.
She put on dangling silver earrings, wore a pearl necklace, and then smeared her lips with a bright shade of red lipstick.
Waiting for the driver, seeing her reflection in the mirror, Ritu thought about the adult forum site for the first time in the last two weeks. In the moment, she took a selfie in the mirror.
The driver arrived at 7 PM sharp and she got into the back seat of her official sedan, on her way to the office party at some remote location on the highway. She settled in for the long journey of about an hour.
The driver looked up in his rear-view mirror and couldn't imagine his luck. Thank God, he had agreed for this extra shift. Initially, it was supposed to be his evening off, and he had refused when one of the employees had approached him to take this shift. It was when one of the Assistant Branch Managers' had called him and explained to him their plan that he had jumped in to drive 'Madam' to the party of her life!
He smacked his lips in anticipation as his eyes darted to and from his rear-view mirror, driving on the highway as fast as possible, eager to get to the resort, so that the New Years' celebrations could begin in a unique manner. A bulge was already forming in his brown duty uniform trousers.
Ritu reached the party on time. About fifty people were already present when she reached. However, she was surprised to notice that none of the female employees were present. Pratik, who had welcomed her at the gate, informed her that most of the girls did not want to travel so far out of the city. She wondered if the same should have been true for her too!
She took in a view of the venue. The party was being held pool-side, a large garden next to the pool served as the main area. At one end of the garden was a small podium, where Pratik, his Assistant Branch Manager, was delivering a welcome speech. She felt a bit apprehensive, as last year she had attended the party with her husband.
"Brothers, our whore is here!" Pratik said into the mike. This was met with a huge roar of approval from the gathering.
Ritu was shell-shocked!
She got up from her seat, and headed towards the podium in rage. How dare he? She had to fire him on spot. But she had taken only a couple of steps when she felt hands on her arms from behind. Before she could turn back to scold the owners of those hands, she felt herself being lifted from the ground.
"What are you guys doing?" she shouted at the top of her voice. "I'm going to fire all of you!"
SPLASH!
Rahul and Arpit had lifted their boss, carried her to the pool and thrown her into the water.
Ritu, who had been taken aback by the sudden twist of events, was now grappling for life. She was splashing her arms around wildly, trying to stay afloat.
"HELP! HELP ME! I can't swim," she mouthed between gulps of pool water.
She felt someone's hand grab onto her inside the pool and steady her body such that her head was above the surface of the water. Some amount of water had got into her nose and eyes and they were paining. Blindly she also grabbed onto that someone for support.
Finally in a stable position, she looked around. She found that the someone was Rakesh, one of the junior employees. She was clutching onto him firmly, hugging his body tightly which she now realized was shirtless. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, the front of her body sticking to his hairy chest and she felt his hands around her, one around her waist and the other on her ass, supporting her firmly. She realized that she was too close to him for comfort but there was nothing she could do about it!
"Rakesh, what nonsense is this?" she asked, trying to create a gap between their wet bodies.
"This is our party ma'am, where you will be initiated as our whore," he replied calmly.
"WHAT!? Take me out of the pool now."
"Just hang on to me if you don't want to drown here," he chuckled.
At that moment, Pratik's voice boomed over the speakers, "So Ritu madam, are you ready to play?"
Ritu turned her head towards the podium. She saw that everyone, all the forty-fifty guys were now standing at the edge of the pool. One of them was aiming a handy cam at her.
"If you want Rakesh to get you out of the pool, you'll have to do something we ask you to do," boomed Pratik's voice.
Ritu still couldn't believe the situation she was in at that moment. With all strength she could gather, she shouted out.
