Office cuckolding. (Closed for sanapatel and Niceandbrutal)

[Niceandbrutal]

As founder and manager of his own commodities firm, mister Rennie had every reason to be proud of his accomplishments. He'd built it up from scratch and had earned a reputation as an honest and thorough businessman. Over the years he'd built the firm up to a multimillion dollar business, and 15 years after starting the firm straight out of business school, he was the boss of some one hundred employees.

His success came at a cost, though. He'd had no time or patience for a lasting relationship, going from one erratic fling to another. As the years went by, he became more and more unsure whether the girls that chased him wanted him or his money. So he decided he'd use his money and power to get his way with women whenever he could.

Now nearing forty, he was content with being alone and using women for sex before tossing them aside like so much refuse. He'd made a point of keeping in shape with regular excercises with the help of a personal trainer. Standing 6 feet tall, with a muscular frame, piercing blue eyes and black hair with a widow's peak (which he made no effort to hide), Mr Rennie struck an imposing figure. To top this off, he always wore a suit and tie at work and he expected his employees to keep the same standard, at least in the office space.

It was a wednesday morning, and Mr Rennie had just come in to his office, nodding a brusque "hello" to his new secretary Amal. Amal, along with her husband Rajiv was one of his newest employees. Mr Rennie had taken a shine to Amal from the moment she showed up to her job interview. Always courteous and demure, she was highly efficient and a great assistant to Mr Rennie.

(Mr Rennie didn't want to admit it to himself, but he always looked forward to hearing her charmingly accented voice and seeing the flash of brilliant white teeth when she smiled at him.)

He had a sticky matter which he needed to resolve. With a heavy sigh he buzzed Amal on the intercom, telling her to come into his office.

 

[sanapatel]

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[Niceandbrutal]

Mr Rennie looked up when he heard the knock on his door.
"Amal. Please come in." He said with a coolness in his voice.
He always enjoyed watching Amal, her petite and exotic body always making his groin stir. Today was no different.

"You and your husband have been here for one year now, Amal. While your work record has been great the same cannot be said for Rajiv. His manager tells me he's often late, his manner towards our customers is sometimes less than courteous and his english is nowhere near your level of fluency."

Mr Rennie wondered how a gem like Amal had ended up with a loser like Rajiv. She really had an exemplary record, in addition to being a great asset to Mr Rennie as his secretary.

"Amal, I want you to go fetch your husband. I need to speak to him. And tell him it's urgent!"

 

[sanapatel]

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[Niceandbrutal]

At the knock on his door, Mr Rennie put his cold professional face on.
As the door opened and Rajiv came bumbling into his office, Mr Rennie felt a wave of resentment towards him and he again wondered what Amal saw in this loser. That geeky little twerp had been caught redhanded downloading porn on company time, and one of Mr Rennie's managers had told about how Rajiv had shot his mouth off about him a few weeks ago.

With an icy edge to his voice, Mr Rennie said "Rajiv. Come in. Sit down. Amal. Stay". He often found that talking in short almost brutal sentences put people off balance. He was deliberately gauging their reaction as he talked to them like they were dogs. Knowing full well that he had more power over this indian couple than the rest of his employees thrilled him.

"Rajiv", Mr Rennie began, "do you know why I've called you here today?"
Mr Rennie gave them both a quick glance.

 

[sanapatel]

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[Niceandbrutal]

"No sir!" Of course, the pathetic little man couldn't even own up to his mistakes!

Mr Rennie again looked over the report from his security officer, drawing out the time to make them both more nervous. What the hell was Rajiv thinking, clocking in overtime to download porn instead of being home with his beutiful wife? Mr Rennie hated the cowed defensive demeanor of Rajiv.

"Do me the courtesy and look me in the eyes, Rajiv!" Mr Rennie raised his voice a notch, the tinge of ice in his voice growing colder and harder. "I have some security footage I'd like the both of you to see."

With that, Mr Rennie swiveled his computer screen around and pressed play on the footage from the cameras. At first it was an overview of an office landscape where only one cubicle was occupied. In that cubicle, someone sat fidgeting in front of a computer screen. As the camera zoomed in, it was clear that "someone" was having a great time watching porn and jerking off. The number of the cubicle left the viewer in no doubt that it was indeed Rajiv sitting there, wanking.

While the film played, Mr Rennie was most interested in Amal's reaction, although he also watched Rajiv attentively.

 

[sanapatel]

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[Niceandbrutal]

Mr Rennie openly watched Amal sitting down, admiring the shape of her legs in those stockings and loving the fact that the skirt of her business suit stopped an inch above her knees. As she sat down in the couch her shapely stockinged legs rustled delightfully, and the movement offered a quick glimpse of the garters holding the stockings in place. Comparing this well thought out ensemble with Rajiv's pathetic excuse of a rumpled business suit again made Mr Rennie wonder what Amal saw in this loser.

Lowering his voice to a near growl, the iciness never leaving Mr Rennie's voice, he asked Rajiv "What do you have to say for yourself, Rajiv?" He paused for effect, cutting Rajiv off as he was about to answer "I think both your wife and I deserve to know."

 

[sanapatel]

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[Niceandbrutal]

"You're SORRY!?" Mr Rennie turned and looked at Amal. "He says he's sorry. Don't you feel all better now? I know I do." Mr Rennie said in a voice laced with sarcasm. Mr Rennie glared at Rajiv while he waited for Amal's response.

 

[sanapatel]

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[Niceandbrutal]

She was actually defending Rajiv? Very well. The gloves were about to come off. Mr Rennie spoke: "I can NOT excuse this kind of behaviour from you, Rajiv!" There now was a trace of anger in Mr Rennie's voice. "You clock in overtime to download PORN on your computer on company time! Not only that, I heard about you badmouthing me during lunchtime! What do you have to SAY for yourself, Rajiv!?" His voice rose as he spoke, and he slammed his open hand on the desk for emphasis, making Rajiv and Amal jump.

Mr Rennie's anger had been steadily rising, more so because Amal had defended this slob of a man. How dare she!?

Mr Rennie looked again at Amal's demure features. She was so very beautiful. She was also visibly upset, her breath making her breasts strain against the shirt and jacket of her suit. Mr Rennie's dick got a little harder.
He waited for Rajiv's reply.

 

[sanapatel]

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[Niceandbrutal]

"Your being sorry doesn't even begin to cut it, Rajiv! You've misused company property to get your rocks off, drawing pay from us doing so. You've been disrespectful to me and our clients as well. Your managers are less than happy about your work. AND you've embarassed your wife! Go clean out your desk, but DO NOT leave the building, Rajiv. GO!"

In a softer voice: "Amal, stay here."

 

[sanapatel]

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[Niceandbrutal]

"Amal, I appreciate the job you do here. Your husband on the other hand... I want to fire him. Unless, of course, you can think of a way to save him. Under no circumstances will he be getting his old position back. He's squandered the little trust I have in him."

He looked her over with a meaningful glance, then looked her directly in the eyes.

 

[sanapatel]

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