"Aunty, I need to talk to you," the latest message from Shekhar to my phone. I had told him I was busy with work and we would talk another time. I was filled with regrets and a deep sense of shame and guilt. There was a building self-hatred and rage at myself for letting myself succumb to my based desires.
I had left Shekhar asleep in the morning unsure how to deal with the consequences of our actions. I felt it was best we both cooled off and avoided each other. So I ignored his messages and threw myself into work as was my usual coping mechanism with any personal difficulties.
The divorce of the Applebee's was a timely distraction and my diary was booked up for the week as we tried to wrangle through the details of their billion dollar estate. The court had mandated negotiations due to the cost and time the action had so far taken.
Mr Applebee was represented by Ramesh, a lawyer from New York. He was in his late 50's and there was a chauvinistic air about him in the negotiations that touched a nerve or two with me. I had a great dislike for men like this and I was doing all I could to get the upper hand in the negotiations.
The negotiations would last late into the evening and I was arriving back at my apartment no earlier than 11pm. I would see a missed call or message from Shekhar but would choose not to respond.
By Thursday morning we had most of the assets divided and agreed. It was a battle between me and Ramesh as we put our skills to the test. He was a healthy challenge but I had to contend with the odd comments such as "doll" and "girl". He may have thought he was being flirty and charming but I saw it as condescending and creepy especially when his wedding band was so clearly on display.
Thursday we only had the summer home to discuss and custody of the children. Custody was usually tricky but Mr. Applebee did not seem to have much interest in the children as he had moved on to a newer younger and much shinier trophy so I was confident of concluding matters early.
Thursday was the toughest day by far and this property seemed to bring out all the frustration and resentment between the couple. Neither was willing to give it up so we tried to work a schedule. Alternative summers could not work as they needed it for one reason or another or sentimental reasons. I was becoming frustrated with Mrs. Applebee as she was unreasonably stubborn in her stance and would not heed my advice. Ramesh could see this but he honed in on my weakness to score points while presenting himself as the savior.
I saw him whisper to Mr. Applebee and then he offered, "We will give you the summer home if you give up the Manhattan apartment."
I went red with rage as the apartment was my big win and it had greater real estate value.
Mrs. Applebee eagerly pushed me to agree but I pulled her to the side and advised her against it. She said she spent most of her time at the summer home or the family home and did not want or need the apartment. I explained the real estate value she would lose but she would not be dissuaded. In the end I reluctantly agreed to do as she wished. There is only so much a lawyer can do when a client is their own worst enemy.
I could see the wry smile on Ramesh's face as he enjoyed getting one over me finally. The negotiation had been going my way all week. It was late in the night and I went straight to bed that evening not even looking at the messages from Shekhar.
It was Friday and I was glad the week was almost over. As suspected custody did not take as long to arrange. We arranged the dates for visitation and custody. Mrs. Applebee was pushing more for joint custody as she wanted them to still have a relationship with their father but Mr. Applebee seemed less than interested.
We were finished by 6pm which was an early finish for me. Ramesh hung back after the Applebee's had left to speak with me.
"You have some fire in you. I like that in a woman. I would love to pick your brain if you want to get a drink? There is a bar close to my hotel," he said in the most coming on to me manner. I looked at my phone and there was another message from Shekhar. I sighed as I looked at my phone. I was in the mood for some bad decisions.
"I need at least one after this week," I replied and grabbed my coat.
We took a taxi to the bar which was a few blocks away. His eyes were different from the past week as he looked at me. The professional mask was being lifted and I saw glimpses of the bull underneath in his eyes. There was intent behind his eyes and an intent I welcomed in my current state of mind. His body language was different. He sat close to me. So close that our legs were touching and his arm would brush against mine.
His hands would rub against the outside of my leg. I was in desperate need of a distraction as I felt my phone buzz again and I received another message from Shekhar.
"Is that your boyfriend?" He asks as I check my messages.
"Would that stop you from taking me for a drink?" I ask and he laughs.
We arrived at the bar and Ramesh took my coat and let me into the booth. He then joined me but came really close and placed his arm around my waist. I took a deep breath as I thought about objecting. He was testing the water to see if I would object but tonight I was testing my own limits and I did not object so he got comfortable next to me.
Ramesh took the lead in ordering a screwdriver for himself as he eyed me. I doubt he really wanted a screwdriver but just wanted to emphasize the sexual innuendo. It seemed as though we were not planning to order any solids and I played along and ordered a slippery nipple as he gave me a little wry smile and squeezed the flesh around my hip. He was very hands on in the booth. The professional mask was certainly fading away.
We talked about legal matters and bitched about clients etc as it felt good to unload on a relative stranger. Ramesh was patient as he stroked my hip with his hand but his movements were subtle as he also felt my ass when opportunity permitted and brushed the side of my breasts. His other hand would play with the hem of my skirt and stroke my leg.
As the evening wore on we were closer in the booth. I was partly on his lap as he more freely touched my body. In my drunken state I was becoming more free and horny and letting his hands wander a lot more. I was playing into his lecherous hands. He loved touching and rubbing my pantyhose and I enjoyed his exploring touches. My mood was slutty and in need of some bad decisions.
He was quite handsy and a few times he had groped my leg, hip, ass, thigh over and under my skirt and brushed up against my side boob. He even felt my panties through my pantyhose. In my dark state of mind I enjoyed this attention. He was like an octopus as his hands seemed to get everywhere. I felt like a slut after my recent actions and Ramesh seemed more than happy to treat me as such.
I rubbed his wedding band, "Won't your wife mind you talking to another woman this close?"
"We are just colleagues," he remarks and I arch my eyebrows as his hand is still rubbing me between my thighs.
"Well I may need a divorce lawyer soon," he then adds. It is clearer that he is angling for a fuck. The marriage troubles act to lessen any guilt I may feel. Only he does not know that I am more than game and I feel an extra thrill at sleeping with a married man. The idea of doing deplorable acts fits my mindset. I look at my phone and see it ringing and it is Shekhar once more. Switching off my phone, I make my mind up about where tonight needs to go.
"Why don't we go back to your room and discuss my retainer for your divorce? I don't come cheap," I say with a flirty smile.
I have not seen him act as fast as he asks for the check finally letting his hands leave my body.
We walk the short distance from the bar to his hotel. His eyes on every part of my body devouring me on the journey. He is already undressing me and we both know the type of discussions that will be taking place in his room.
We walk through the lobby and we just looked like two professionals who maybe had a little too much to drink. In the elevator he put his hand on my back and I felt goose bumps. The hairs on the back of my neck standing up. He had been handsy all evening but he had not touched me since leaving the bar and the anticipation made it feel that much more intense.
He grabbed my ass and I took a deep inhale of breath as the elevator rode up to his floor.
"You had me by the balls in that negotiation," he said as he lifted my skirt and groped my ass through the pantyhose.
I reached around his crotch and felt his large bulge. Lowering the zip I slid my hand in and cupped his balls.
"Your balls are fine but they feel like they need emptying," I remarked as I squeezed them hard.
The pretence was gone and I felt his strong arms grab me by the hips. He pinned me to the wall and grabbed the lapels of my shirt tearing the top three buttons and I hear them fall to the floor.
"I will be emptying them in your cunt soon enough," he says menacingly in my ear.
I am a little shocked by his language but extremely turned on at how he changed from the smooth talking professional lawyer to this hungry bull. I kiss him intensely as I feel myself become very aroused.
