Myself, Faizaan, I’m a Sales Manager in a multinational telecom company situated in a posh area in the UAE. I belong to Kerala, and after my graduation, I moved to the UAE for a job. But I didn’t move all alone; my girlfriend, Gulafsa, moved with me as well. She’s 5’ 4” tall, plump, very fair, has heavy boobs, thick thighs, and a thick waist; overall, you can call her fat. But she was very fair, had soft lips, a beautiful face, and flawless skin tone. We had a childhood affair, and our parents knew about it, so they left us free for everything with a promise that we’d get married when times suited us well.

I was moving to the UAE for a job, which made her sad, and she insisted on joining me in the UAE. Our parents didn’t mind, but the problem was the extra expense. She insisted on doing a job, and I was fine with it. We moved to the UAE, and she got a Junior Accountant job in a Beauty Lounge. The job was recommended by my boss, Abdul Amjad, and the company belonged to his friend, Basit Qadir, himself. We stayed far away from each other. The distance to her job place was high; I got company accommodation near my office, and so she had to travel too much daily for her office and then back to our apartment. So her senior suggested that she get shifted to company accommodation, and we two could meet at weekends.

She wasn’t interested in that, but I thought she got exhausted with travelling. Currently, she is fine, but later it may affect her health, so I insisted cum forced her to take the accommodation. She shifted, and things went to ease up. We met on Wednesday evening and stayed together till Saturday morning. I forgot to mention that Friday is an off day here, along with Thursday being a weekend.

Going forward with the introduction, as the beauty lounge belonged to my boss friend, he usually sends me with some stuff to his friend’s office. I never objected to this, as this way I could see Gulafsa as well. Gulafsa sits like a receptionist just in front of Basit’s cabins, which had a glass partition between them. After a few months, I observed that Basit used to stare at her back and buttocks sensually. He used to stare at them and that too continuously. Gulafsa was an attractive girl of 23 years old, but she was plump, and I didn’t understand why he was interested in her when he got slim, trim girls in his office. But I never said anything to him. He was a powerful guy, and we weren’t in our own country.

Besides this, he could kick both of us from our respective offices. So I didn’t find any harm in him just staring, and I knew Gulafsa was a brave girl and could handle herself if something unusual happened. One day, Basit asked me to bring something from his car. He handed me the keys, and I went to the parking lot and got the bag which he asked for. While I was returning, I was paying with his keychain when I saw words engraved on them. It was written in Arabic and said, “The fatter the Ass the better the ride.”

Another day, I was at her office, and she went to the side office. She was finding a few files from the rack. Basit’s cabins were all made up of glass. He was searching for files, and her jeans were slipping down with her panty, and her ass cracks were clearly visible. Basit was shagging himself, seeing her from behind, sitting inside his cabin. I was just on the gate and found it quite difficult to object to his action. I didn’t even dare to object or interfere. I stayed there until he was finished and then knocked on the gate. He asked me to come in, and then I gave him the file which I had brought for him.

Another day, I went to his cabin; he wasn’t there, so I called him. He said to put the file in the cabin. I went inside and placed the file just beside the laptop. Accidentally, my hand touched the mouse, and the screen saver went off. The desktop had a wallpaper of a girl sitting on a chair. The rest of the picture area was edited and kept with a white background. The girl was plump, and her back was all naked, only a strap was there around her back. I viewed it deeply and found an image of Gulafsa in it. I was sure that it was Gulafsa and knew that she wore this type of dress too. But as the background of the photo was edited, it wasn’t clear where the photo had been taken. In addition to this, her face wasn’t visible at all. There was a caption on the side, “The Dream.” I left his cabin and went back to my office.

Another day, I saw my boss’s laptop and saw the same wallpaper. I assumed both were having the same fantasy. As I wasn’t sure about Gulafsa, I didn’t mention anything to them.

Nearly every businessman doing business over here is involved in illegal acts. So once my boss took me along with him, he had lent money to a guy, and the guy was saying that he wasn’t able to return the money. So his goons had kidnapped that guy and were hitting him to retrieve the money. I viewed it with him and was terrified with his links. The police were with him, the goons were tough, and they were merciless too. In the way, I was terrified to sit with my boss, but he smiled and said that not to interfere in his personal matters and this type of situation doesn’t come to me. I understood that he was indicating that if he or his friend hits Gulafsa, I must behave like a silent spectator and don’t get involved at all.

He was indirectly threatening me. I wasn’t a coward, but I knew my condition. They were local, powerful, wealthy, and politically exposed people. I didn’t know any weak points of them and didn’t have the wealth to fight them at all. In addition to this, they even involved local goons and crooks for their work. So sensing foul play, I talked with Gulafsa on the next meet. I wanted to leave the city of at least the job. But when I told her about my doubt, she growled at me. He found Basit and Abdul decent guys, who took care of her mistakes lightly. She was very much impressed with them and respected them a lot. She also ignored the points I shared with her.

That was indeed a mistake of hers, and I, who couldn’t convince her, was my mistake as well. Now finding no way to convince her, I surrendered. My instinct was telling me of the foul play, but I’m not always correct, and Gulafsa elaborated on their personality so well that I also thought that I was wrong. And besides that, I doubted just on the wallpaper, which wasn’t clear at all.

Six months of our stay, Gulafsa Company had a big profit. My boss was invited to the party, which was around 7 p.m. on Thursday night. But my boss was a busy man, so he missed that time. Around 10 PM Basit himself showed up. We both were sitting in the cabin and analysing the sales records. He entered the cabin and started to abuse him in his language. I, who had been staying here for six months, was now able to understand their language partly, but I could understand the meaning of their conversation. He left the cabin immediately, and they discussed something. He came back and said that the driver was on leave today and that he needed his car also to return.

So he suggested that I drive Basit’s car, and his driver would bring Abdul Sir’s car. I didn’t have any special work and was excited for the party and to meet Gulafsa also. I drove the car to the building parking, which was an underground basement. I parked the car, and we all got out. I was about to follow them when Abdul objected. He told me that the party was for a special guest and was fully private. I was so disheartened. I had never been objected to entering the premises before. Basit called someone, and after 3 minutes, a girl was standing outside the lift. As it was dark there, I couldn’t see who the girl was. Only a figure was visible. Behind her, two guards appeared, who took positions side by side with the lift.

Basit asked me to sit in the car itself, so unwillingly, I got inside. As soon as I got inside the car, he locked the gate. That was a strange thing. I was thinking, why the bloody hell did he lock me in the car? They moved towards the lift, and the lights went on. Indeed, it was Gulafsa at the lift door. She welcomed them, and they all went inside the lift. Basit came outside and said something to the guards. They nodded their heads, and he went back inside. I was seeing that Abdul was standing on her left, and Basit was standing on her right. The lift door got closed, and the lift went up. I was smelling foul play, but firstly I wasn’t having the courage to object, and secondly I was securely locked inside the car.

As soon as the lift was gone, after a few seconds, the lift man pulled out something from his pocket and inserted it inside somewhere. It sparked somewhere, and he hit his head a few times. I understood that they were trying to do something else, but actually, something else happened. Just then, the lift came back to the basement. The door opened, and I could see Basit and Abdul were molesting Gulafsa inside. Abdul was holding her waist and was pressing her boobs above her clothes. Basit was holding her thighs and was pressing her bums. She was resisting hard, but it was tough for her all the time. For thirty seconds, the lift stayed there, and the door went closed again. I don’t know if the lift went up or stayed there, but it went upwards.

Two minutes later, the lift door opened again, and both of them were trying to open her clothes. She was trying hard that they couldn’t find loose openings in her dress. The lift door closed again, and 5 minutes later, it opened again. As soon as it opened, a few clothes came out of the lift and fell on the floor.

Gulafsa was standing naked, sticking her ass to the wall of the lift. She was trying to hide her boobs with her arms. She had her legs and thighs glued together, bending a little to hide her pussy. But the fact was, she was all naked. The guards picked her clothes up and placed them on the bonnet of a car parked nearby. The lift door closed again, and it opened after two minutes. Both Abdul and Basit were over her, keeping their hands between her thighs and sucking her nipples. They had gripped her hands as she still was resisting a lot. The door closed again, and it opened back in 5 minutes.