Adultery Moon Eyed by iloveall

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I thought he was being unnecessarily arrogant. Perhaps he wanted to show his superiority over the others (whom he thought of as less beings). Admittedly he was intelligent, fast thinker and expert at his job and certainly one of the most leading achievers.


He did not conceal his dislike for me as a program designer. I thought he did not like the idea of a woman team leader. He thought all the praises I got (or any other female for that matter) was just because of what I had between my beautiful legs. A jealous girl once whispered in my ears that once when Ted was drunk, he told her that he would like to get between my legs, if he could.

When I heard that, a tremor ran through my body. I knew that he invariably attracted attention of girls in the office; some of whom I knew fancied for an opportunity to get into bed with him. Some of them perhaps did. However, I always saw him shooing girls away from him. His trying to woo me was an exception, what a privilege!

There was an office gossip that Ted had changed since a few months; approximately since the time that I joined the office. He had been fucking around some office girls, earlier. However, he had off late, been pushing them away with visible contempt.

I wondered how could any girl get into bed with such an arrogant guy who thought nothing of her? Romantic? I thought he was abhorrent. I conveniently over looked my encounter with Ted in the dark elevator. Well, our prejudices always prevail over our fair judgment.

All said and done, I was really stuck at that time. I needed his help badly. I felt frustrated at his intransigence. I didn't know what to do. One of Ted's assistants learnt of my problems and frustration and came to me. We had a bit of chat, when she confided to me to say that she felt that if I became "a little more adjusting and indulgent" toward Ted, she was certain that Ted could help me out. I asked her how she knew that.

She said, "Ted has told me that he knows that you need his help. He said he was ready to help. However, your rigid and confrontationist attitude discourages him."

I bloody well knew what she meant, when she used the words, "a little more adjusting and indulgent." She hinted that I volunteer to get fucked by Ted. That was obvious the way she smiled after she said that.

After a lot of conflicting thoughts and inner turmoil, I decided to deal with him face to face. I was confident; I would not give in to Ted's pressure techniques. After all I was not a woman with loose character or a whore, who agrees to get fucked for something in return. I decided that if he agreed to help, I shall put conditions before hand. If he did not agree, that would really be my bad luck. I phoned him for a cup of coffee in a nearby café. Ted happily agreed.

After ordering coffee, I started apologising for my aggressive behaviour. He waved his hands off and asked me to come to the point. I told him that I wanted his help and told him the background again, although he was well aware of it. His blunt reply was why should he help me? I knew he would say that.

I argued about the importance of the program for the company. He said that was for the company management to decide. If they thought his help will benefit the business, they should ask him. I knew it would come to that. I decided to be patient and try 'Damsel in distress' strategy'.

I said with all the sweetness and persuasiveness at my command, "Ted, you are my senior colleague in the company and I am well aware of your expertise in this area. To develop this application would take considerable time of mine and my team. There is a deadline to this program. It is very important for me and my career. Now Ted, For God's sake, not for the company, but for me, please look at my program, for my own personal sake. Please?"

I repeated 'please' twice deliberately, he looked at me with a sympathetic look and said, "Well, as I said earlier, if a sexy girl like you, tells me 'please' over and over again, it breaks my heart. I say to myself, what can a poor fellow like me do? But then I say to myself: but what is in it for me? "

I was boiling with fury inside me with his sarcasm. However, I decided to be prudent. Showing anger would not help me or my team. I had to think of the real hard work through days and nights that my team and I had put in for weeks to come to this stage. I did not want to ruin it because this slob said some crass words. I continued with all the sweetness I could muster up, and said, "Ted, dear, have a heart. If you do this for me, I shall ever be so grateful to you and make it up to you for your time. I promise."