The Trap – Part 1 : The Blackmail of Padma
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The small, local branch office of ACME, Inc. was located in an area outside the urban center, a pleasant district with people crowding sidewalks busy with street vendors and the foot traffic of small businesses. Inside his office, sat a young clerk named Nasim behind a desk piled high with paperwork. Padma, an attractive, full figured woman in her early 30s, arrived for work with her lunch in hand and, as usual, she was having trouble with the front door, which had a tendency to stick. Through his office door Nasim admired Padma’s shapely figure as she used it to shove open the door. “If only I had money,” he thought, taking in her curves. “And position. And good looks.” Nasim shifted in his chair. “And maybe a bigger penis. Yes, definitely a bigger penis.” “They can afford to give us new laptops, but they won’t pay to fix the door!” Padma had finally made it inside and was complaining on her way to her desk. Admiring the firm roundness under Padma’s form-tailored business suit, Nasim slowly made his way to her desk. “This came for you today by special messenger,” he smiled, holding out a large envelope. Curious, Padma tore it open immediately. “Wow,” she said, looking up at Nasim. “They actually read my proposal. They want me to give a presentation to the policy review board!” The branch office supervisor, a short man in his 50s named Manit, was standing in back. “Congratulations, Padma!” he said warmly. “I knew if anyone could make it out of here it would be you. Now that day has come.” Later that evening Padma was sitting up in bed working on her laptop, wearing only an XL ACME T-shirt. Next to her was her husband, Jai, who had for months been insecure about his wife leaving for a possible new position at ACME Corp. headquarters. “How long will you have to be to Gurgoan?” he asked, an edge in his voice. “I don’t know,” Padma answered, somewhat coldly. “At least two weeks. Maybe more.” Jai reached over to close the lid of Padma’s laptop. She resisted him. “I’m not finished!” “This will have to see me through until you return.” At his cue, Padma relented and pulled the T-shirt over her head, her large, maternal breasts swinging freely. “Make it last for once,” she said as a joke. But she meant it. Jai pulled back the bed covers to expose his wife’s meaty pussy lips. His dick was already hard. “Your wish is my command,” he grinned greedily. With no thought of foreplay, Jai plunged his 6 inches into his wife before she was ready. He started pounding away at her in the missionary position, slowing only long enough to drape the ACME T-shirt across her face while pinning her hands to the mattress with his own. “What are you doing!” “You’re so beautiful,” Jai explained to the mask of cotton hiding his wife. “If I don’t see your face I can make it last…” A few days later, Padma occupied the long train ride to ACME HQ by putting the finishing touches on her presentation. “I should reach Gurgoan in about 5 hours,” she thought, checking her watch. The compartment was quiet and mostly vacant, except for a man sleeping behind her and a young couple across the aisle. Removing the thumb drive from her computer’s USB port, she held it up to the light and told herself, “This is it. My future. My way out.” Finally able to relax, Padma put her laptop to sleep and began to doze herself. The last thought she had before her eyes blinked shut for good was, “Hmmm, trains always relax me so much…” An hour later Padma was rudely awakened by a new cargo of passengers that had packed into her car like a can of sardines. Looking about while collecting her things, a spasm of panic gripped Padma. “Oh shit, my laptop’s missing!” she muttered as passengers turned to see who had spoken. At the station Padma, had finished filling out her police report and was handing back to the bored officer manning the kiosk. “I suppose there is little chance of my getting the computer back,” she wondered, adding an extra beam to her smile just in case. It didn’t help, and the frowning man just shrugged. “Very little, madam.” Making her way through the crowded station, Padma spotted the person whom ACME had sent to collect her. Aalia was a petite young woman in her 20s who stood cheerfully next to a driver holding a card with Padma’s name on it. “Here I am!’ Padma shouted, waving her arms. As the driver weaved recklessly through the city traffic honking at every car and pedestrian he passed, Padma was still consumed with the loss of her laptop. “You shouldn’t worry too much about it,” Aalia said after studying Padma’s features. “They have special software installed on company laptops that allow for tracing when the thieves connect to the Internet.” “Thank you, Aalia,” Padma smiled, grateful. “The security office will contact the police and give them the location so they can arrest the bastards.” The women laughed together in the back seat. The ACME Corp. complex was a campus much like a university quad, the buildings and gardens well kept. “You will have to check in with security first,” said Aalia, pointing out the car window at a small hut, “and then you will be met by your assistant.” “My assistant?” Padma repeated. An assistant has not been promised her. “You must wear your ID badge at all times while you are on site,” the security officer explained to her after she had entered the security office. He handed Padma the ID and an access card for her temporary office and apartment while nodding in the direction of a CCTV camera. In a darkened suite on the top floor of the operations building sat a man in shadows behind a large desk adorned with carvings of the Karma Sutra. Facing him was a wall with a large plasma screen surrounded by six smaller displays. Padma’s face filled the main display, while other women from various parts of the complex were pictured on the others. The man punched his intercom button with a  pudgy finger. Gulam, the man’s sickly executive assistant, entered the office. “Yes, sir?” The man enveloped in shadows croaked, “This one.” Gulam stepped up to the large screen and studied Padma. “She is from one of the branch offices,” Gulam explained. “I believe she is giving a presentation to the policy review board. Her name is–” “–Of no consequence,” the shadow interrupted. “Find a way.” Outside the security office, Padma was waiting with her suitcase when she spotted Aalia standing in front of another car, holding the same sign with Padma’s name on it. “Aalia?” she called. “Surprise!” Aalia smiled. “I am also your new assistant.” As they drove through the campus toward the guest housing units, Padma read aloud from a company brochure. “A gym, spa, restaurants, movie theatre…even daycare?” Aalia skidded to a stop outside the housing unit. “This is your new home.” The apartment was huge, with the kind of spacious and richly appointed bedroom Padma equated with holiday accommodations. Aalia was helping her unpack, and had just hung Padma’s saree in the closet. “This is beautiful,” she said, caressing the fabric. Padma was organizing paperwork on the table by the window. “It was a gift from my mother,” she said without looking up. “She wanted me to look my best while I was here.” Sitting on one of the two beds in the room, Aalia said, ” I hope you don’t feel I am being too forward, but I live some distance from the complex.” Her voice was casual, but to-the-point. “I was wondering if it would be possible while you are here that I could stay with you. I wouldn’t be any nuisance, and as your personal assistant I would be available 24/7.” Exhausted, Padma didn’t give it a second’s though. “It would be fine.” “I’ll get my things,” Aalia said a little too eagerly, bouncing up and down like a child. “You won’t regret it.” “I hope not,” Padma thought, smiling at the zealousness of her young assistant. The next day at the company cafeteria, Aalia was bringing her new ward up to speed on ACME’s personnel. You see that fat one with the horrible hair?” she said, pointing out Raj with her fork. “Yes.” “He’s the chairman of the policy review committee,” Aalia continued. Padma watched as Raj, busy stuffing his face, waved off Gulam, who had been whispering in his ear. Aalia tapped Padma’s arm. “You see that one with the tray full of food?” she asked next. “That’s Dipen. We call him Dip, as he’s a bit slow.” Padma observed Dipen as he passed their table. “Hello, Dip!” Aalia called out. Dipen turned and pinned Aalia with a glare before continuing on to his table. Back at the apartment that night, Aalia was toweled dry her long hair, teardrop breasts, and tight young ass when Padma entered the bedroom wrapped in a towel. “You must be exhausted,” Aalia said, quickly swaddling her own towel around her nude features. “Let me give you a massage.” “That’s not necessary,” Padma blushed, unused to such affection. “Please,” Aalia pleaded. “It will help prepare you relax before your first meeting tomorrow.” Padma had to admit to herself that a massage would indeed be nice, so she lay face down on her bed. Aalia began working the older woman’s upper shoulders. “How does that feel?” she asked, kneading Padma’s tight musculature. “Very, very good.” Aalia loosened Padma’s towel. “I need to get the knots out of your lower back.” Aalia notes that Padma’s ass was still tight and shaped like a heart. “Yes, right there,” Padma groaned, her guard lowered as Aalia plied her nervous system with an expert touch. She didn’t notice when the assistant loosened her own towel and let it drop onto the bed, exposing a body as firm as Padma’s at that age, if not as curvaceous. Aalia straddled Padma’s cushy backside as she worked Padma’s lower back. “Am I too heavy?” Aalia said by way of small talk, knowing full well she was not. “No, I can hardly feel you,” Padma responded sleepily. Massaging her back with one hand, Aalia she slipped the other into Padma’s ass crack until she touched with her fingertips the tip of Padma’s pussy. Padma tensed, and Aalia felt it. But the visitor relaxed her muscles and said nothing. “Just relax,” her masseuse whispered while penetrating Padma’s anus with the tip of her small finger. This did panic Padma, who twisted around to object. “Too much too soon?” “Aalia,” Padma protested, her voice laced with indignation. “I am a married woman.” “This has nothing to do with your marriage.” Cupping Padma’s full breasts with her small hands, Aalia tried to calm her. “All I want is to give you a night of pleasure.” Padma felt paralyzed. But she knew it was out of pleasure, not fear. Aalia had by now climbed alongside Padma on the bed and was frenching her nipples frantically while her hand sought–and found–Padma’s cooperating pussy. Little beads of sweat began to form on Padma’s brow. “Oh Aalia,” she moaned, “I’ve never done this before!” Aalia remained silent but for the wet, smacking sound her lips made when they smothered Padma’s quivering pussy with kisses, three fingers probing her boss’ warm, welcoming slit. Despite herself, Padma felt her legs widening to accommodate this new lover, her hips raised off the bed and undulating as she felt the first tickle of climax. “Yes,” Padma moaned, “there. Yes…” For the first time in her life Padma felt the earthquake of an orgasm from the touch of another, and she buried her screams of ecstasy into the pillow she pressed against her face. Peeking from between the frame of Padma’s legs in time to watch her choke her shrieks into the pillow, Aalia felt the satisfaction of a job well done. Later, both women sat naked in the dark, sipping tea and looking out over the  illuminated ACME complex. “I have never had such pleasure before,” Padma admitted, but without meeting Aalia’s eyes. “Your husband?” the younger women asked in a gentle tone. “Too small,” Padma frowned, dismissing Jai with a wave of her hand. “Too fast.” Early the next morning, Padma and Aalia arrived at the office assigned to her, Room 213. “Good morning…” Surprised by a new, deeper voice, Padma glanced up to see someone had replaced Aalia in her doorway. “I am Raj–” “Yes, you are the chairman of the policy review committee,” Padma smiled. “I am very honored to meet you.” “I hope you have found everything satisfactory?” Raj said, approaching the Padma’s desk. The later nodded. “Aalia can be quite forward at times,” he admitted, “but I am sure you will find her very helpful.” The phone rang and Raj excused himself from the office. “You better take that,” he said on his way out. “You found my laptop!” Padma said into the receiver. “The police recovered it? Where?” At lunch Aalia and Padma discussed the strategy behind Padma’s presentation under the watchful eye of the CCTV cameras. “All I need is four votes to get my proposal approved,” Padma explained. But Aalia wasn’t as optimistic. “That won’t be easy,” she worried, “and even if you get it approved you’ll still have to go before the finance committee and get approval from the VP.” “Sometimes I think I should’ve just stayed home,” Padma sighed. “No you don’t,” Aalia rallied, winking. “Besides, your proposal is a good one and will save the company so much money.” In the security suite, Padma and Aalia filled the main monitor as Gulam was briefing the man in the shadows. “We have it, sir,” Gulam was saying. “Good. Make the call tomorrow morning. I will clear my schedule for the afternoon.” Exhausted from the busy day, Padma decided to take a late-night swim after Aalia showed her the employee swimming pool. Padma was finishing her laps as Aalia is toweled off poolside in her black bikini. “I’m going to change,” she shouted, although Padma didn’t hear her. Noticing the lights on in the men’s dressing room across the hallway from the women’s, Aalia crouched behind the tile wall that divided the entrances to the common shower area. And what she saw was Dipen masturbating under the piping water, lovingly stroking an 11-inch member. “Oh, my god,” she gasped. Practically drooling, Aalia shed her swimsuit and slipped into the shower to observe more closely Dipen’s monstrous tool. “Aalia!” he shouted, his cock springing up and down when he let go of it. “What are doing?! This is the men’s shower!!!” Aalia reached out and grabbed Dipen’s still-hard penis, which throbbed in her hand. “I thought you could use some help with this, Dip.” Mesmerized by Aalia’s body, all he could manage to mutter when he finally picked his jaw off the floor was, “It’s Dipen.” ***************** CONTINUED ON KIRTU.COM ***************** What will Aalia do with her nemesis’ giant cock? Will Padma’s presentation go as well as she hopes?? 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