I fuck his manager

I arrived at the logistics office just after four. The heels clicked on the tile as I walked past reception and into the open floor. I had left the top three buttons of my shirt undone and worn the short black skirt that rode up when I sat. My brother was at his desk near the windows, headphones on, staring at his screen. I did not go to him.

Rajesh’s cabin door was open. He was on a call. I stopped in the doorway, leaned one shoulder against the frame, and waited until he looked up. His eyes moved over the open shirt, the skirt, the heels. He told the person on the line he would call them back and set the receiver down.

“Ananya,” he said. “Your brother didn’t mention you were coming.”

“He doesn’t know.” I stepped inside. “I was nearby. Thought I would see the place he spends all day failing to get promoted.”

Rajesh stood and came around the desk. He stopped close enough that I could smell his cologne. “You ignored every message I sent.”

“I’m not ignoring them now.” I reached out and straightened his tie with two fingers, then let my hand rest flat on his chest for a moment. “Show me around. Properly.”

He smiled and put his hand on the small of my back. We walked out into the open office together. The first colleague we passed was a woman from accounts. She looked at Rajesh’s hand, then at me, and raised an eyebrow.

“This is Ananya,” Rajesh said easily. “Arjun’s sister. She’s visiting.”

The woman nodded. “Nice to meet you. Arjun never mentioned he had a sister who dressed like that.”

I smiled. “He prefers I stay at home.”

We kept walking. Rajesh’s palm stayed low on my back, fingers spread. At the printer station two of the senior staff were talking. One of them, a man named Vikram, turned when he saw us.

“Rajesh. Who’s this?”

“Ananya,” Rajesh said. “Arjun’s sister. She wanted to see the office.”

Vikram looked at the way Rajesh’s hand rested just above the curve of my ass, then at my open shirt. “Arjun’s sister. Right. He know you’re here with the boss?”

“He will,” I said. I shifted my weight so the skirt rose another inch and leaned slightly into Rajesh’s side. “Rajesh has been very welcoming.”

Vikram’s mouth twitched. He glanced toward my brother’s desk. My brother had taken his headphones off. He was staring.

We stopped near the coffee machine. Rajesh poured me a cup he didn’t ask if I wanted. While he did it I took my phone out and opened the camera.

“Stand there,” I told him. “I want a picture.”

He moved beside me without hesitation. I held the phone up, angled it so the open buttons of my shirt and the line of his hand on my waist were clear, and took three photos. In the last one I turned my face toward him and let my mouth curve. He looked down at me, not at the camera. I checked the screen, then slipped the phone into my shirt pocket so the edge of it showed.

“Send those to anyone?” he asked, voice low.

“Not yet.”

My brother’s chair scraped. He stood up. Two more colleagues had noticed by then. One of them, a younger guy from operations, walked past us on purpose and said, loud enough to carry, “Didn’t know Arjun’s sister was so friendly with management.”

Rajesh laughed. His hand slid lower, resting openly on my hip now. “She’s friendlier than he is.”

I felt my brother’s stare. I turned, met his eyes across the floor, and smiled the same small smile I had used in the photo. Then I looked back at Rajesh.

“Show me your cabin again,” I said. “I want another picture. Properly this time.”

We walked back. Halfway there my phone started ringing. My brother’s name lit the screen. I let it ring twice, then answered on speaker while we were still in the open office.

“What?” I said.

“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice was tight, too loud. “Why are you here? Why is Rajesh touching you? People are asking me.”

I kept walking. Rajesh’s hand stayed on my hip. “I’m visiting. Rajesh offered to show me around. Your colleagues seem curious why you’re not the one doing it.”

“Come to my desk. Now.”

“No.” I stopped outside Rajesh’s cabin and let the phone stay on speaker. “I’m busy. Rajesh is taking pictures with me. You can watch from there if you want.”

I ended the call. The younger operations guy was still nearby. He had heard enough. He looked at my brother, then at us, and didn’t bother hiding the smirk.

Inside the cabin I closed the door most of the way, left a crack, and sat on the edge of Rajesh’s desk. I opened the camera again.

“Stand between my knees,” I said.

He did. I took the photo from below, catching the open shirt, the skirt ridden up, his hands resting on my thighs. Then I took one of just his face looking down at me. I checked them, saved them, and set the phone face-down on the desk.

“Your brother is going to lose his mind,” Rajesh said.

“Good. He called me fat on my birthday. In front of people. Then he refused to give me money for shoes. Let him watch his manager put his hands on me in front of the whole floor.”

Rajesh’s thumbs stroked the inside of my thighs. From the crack in the door I could see my brother standing at his desk, phone still in his hand, face pale. Two colleagues were talking near him. One of them glanced toward the cabin and said something that made the other laugh.

My phone rang again. I picked it up, saw his name, and answered.

“Stop,” he said. His voice was lower now, strained. “People are asking me why my sister is in Rajesh’s cabin with the door half open. Vikram just asked me if I knew. What are you doing?”

“Taking pictures,” I said. “Flirting. Letting your boss touch me where your colleagues can see. You wanted them to respect you. Now they’re watching your sister sit on his desk.”

“Ananya—”

I hung up. Rajesh was smiling.

“Ten more minutes,” I told him. “Then we leave. And you keep your hand on me the whole way out.”

We stayed. I let him stand between my knees while I took two more photos—one of his hand high on my thigh, one of me looking up at him with my mouth slightly open. Every time my phone buzzed I let it ring long enough for the sound to carry, then silenced it. When we finally walked out, Rajesh’s hand was low on my back again. My brother was still at his desk. Vikram and the operations guy were both watching. I didn’t look at my brother. I looked at Rajesh, laughed at something he said, and let him guide me toward the exit.

In the car he kept his hand on my thigh. At the hotel he paid cash. The room was small, the air conditioner loud. I locked the door, propped my phone on the dresser facing the bed, started the recording, and turned around.

“On your knees,” I said.

Rajesh went down. I stepped closer, skirt already up, and pulled him in by the hair. His tongue was eager. I held him there and rolled my hips, making him work for it.

“Your colleagues just watched you walk me out of that office,” I said. “They watched you put your hands on Arjun’s sister. Now you’re on your knees tasting me. Tell the camera how that feels.”

He groaned against me. I pulled his head back.

“Say it.”

“I’m on my knees for Arjun’s sister,” he said, mouth wet. “In a hotel. After I showed her off in front of his whole team.”

“Better.” I pushed him onto the bed, stripped the rest of my clothes, and climbed over him. I took my phone, checked the angle, and held it while I sank down and guided his cock into my mouth. Spit ran down the shaft. I looked straight into the lens.

“Watch this, Arjun,” I said around him, voice muffled but clear enough. “Your manager’s cock is in my throat. The same man your colleagues just saw touching me. The same man who tells you you’re useless. I’m sucking him while you sit at your desk knowing I left with him.”

I took him deeper, relaxed my throat, and held there until his hips jerked. Then I pulled off, strings of spit stretching, and turned around on my hands and knees.

“Doggy. And you talk. Loud. Insult him while you fuck me. I want every word on the recording.”

He pushed in hard. The stretch made me gasp. I pushed back and kept the phone steady.

“Harder,” I ordered. “Make it wet enough that he hears it.”

Rajesh gripped my hips and fucked me in long, heavy strokes. The sound was obscene. I dropped to my elbows and spoke clearly.

“You hear that, bhai? That’s your boss’s cock in your sister. The man you want a promotion from. The man your colleagues just watched walk me out. He’s deeper than you’ve ever been useful for anything. Tell him, Rajesh. Tell him what you’re doing.”

“I’m fucking Arjun’s sister,” Rajesh panted, voice rough. “I’m fucking her from behind because she came to the office and let me show her off. She’s dripping. She’s tighter than anything he deserves. His colleagues saw my hands on her and now they’re going to hear how she sounds when I make her come.”

I rubbed my clit in tight circles. The recording caught the swing of my body, the grip of his fingers, the wet shine every time he pulled back.

“Louder,” I said. “Call him what he is.”

“He’s a fucking loser,” Rajesh groaned. “Sitting at his desk while I use his sister. He called her fat and now he’s going to watch me come on her. He’s never going to get that promotion. Everyone on that floor just saw who she chose.”

The words and the angle tipped me over. I came hard, clenching around him, moaning into the pillow while the phone stayed up. Rajesh’s rhythm broke. I felt him swell.

“Pull out,” I snapped. “On my ass. On camera.”

He obeyed with a choked sound, stroking twice before he spilled across my lower back and ass in thick pulses. I stayed on my knees, breathing hard, and turned the phone so the lens caught the mess and my face looking back at him.

“Look at that, Arjun,” I said, voice hoarse. “Your manager just came on me. After he walked me through your office with his hand on my ass. After your colleagues asked why I was with him. After you kept calling and I ignored you. I took pictures with him. I flirted in front of them. Then I brought him here and used him. You called me fat. You laughed. Now you get the video.”

I stopped the recording, saved it, opened the chat with my brother, attached the file, and hit send. Then I took one of the earlier office photos—the one of Rajesh’s hand high on my thigh—and sent that too.

My phone started ringing before I had even pulled my skirt back on. I let it ring. Rajesh was still kneeling behind me, chest heaving. I turned, kissed him once, slow and filthy, then stood.

“Next week,” I said. “Same time. And next time you make sure Vikram and the others see us leave together again. I want my brother to have to explain it twice.”

The phone kept ringing. I silenced it, checked that the video had delivered, and started dressing. Outside, the city moved on. Inside the flat my brother was already watching.