Monk smiled as he walked through the open plan on the way to
his own office. His perfect hair sat perfectly framing his perfect face. He
knew the women in the office were undressing him with their eyes, and no doubt
some of the men were too. And what would they have found once they had taken
off his tastefully expensive suit. A body that was ripped but not muscle bound,
with soft downy hair on his chest and an ass that many women would die for. He
knew that they were staring at that arse now as he fiddled with the door
handle. He always made a meal of getting in to his office to give the women
(and some men) a little extra, a chance to squeeze the last drop of diet coke
out of their imaginations.
He never showed the women he worked with the slightest interest, he knew he only had to curl his finger and smile in any one of their directions and they would swoon at his feet. Be he didn't and he knew that by remaining aloof, he heightened his mystery, and that heighten their desire.
He never showed the women he worked with the slightest interest, he knew he only had to curl his finger and smile in any one of their directions and they would swoon at his feet. Be he didn't and he knew that by remaining aloof, he heightened his mystery, and that heighten their desire.
He knew they gossiped guessed he had special Christian Grey needs, speculated that he
was George Cloneyesque in his womanising ways. The men hoped he was gay, the
women assured them he wasn't, but no one knew for sure. What none of them
knew was that he still lived with his mum.
What none of them expected was for him to be lead away by the police, with his computers and mobile devices being taken away in evidence bags. They didn't expect the newspapers to be filled with child porn allegations or to see Monk's terrified face staring out of their television screens with the words Paedo Ring Leader Caught under it, least of all Monk.
Monk had every right to look scared, even with his sheltered background, he knew prison was no place for a nonce and especially for a pretty boy nonce like him. He'd be lucky to survive a night, his looks wouldn't survive an hour and his virginity not much longer.
In work people had always treated him with the utmost respect, even when he was a junior he had the air of someone who commanded respect. The way he walked, the way he talked, the way his ass clung to the material of his trousers. But the last 44 hours in police custody had been hell, the detective interviewing him treated him like he was a wasp; dangerous and annoying but ultimately pointless and ready to be squashed. The cop’s eyes burned with hatred, this man took his job personally as if it had been his own children abused. The more Monk denied involvement, the angrier the copper got. But what could Monk do, he had no idea how that stuff got on his computer, he was being set up but apparently that’s what they all say. ‘Next you’ll be telling me you were doing research!’ The copper had barked at him.
Monk walked through the open plan office with head held high, but he was aware eyes were avoiding him, whispers were about him and no one was undressing him with his eyes, if anything they were putting clothes on him. Mud had been thrown and mud had stuck despite the mud being fake. The police had found that his computer had been hacked, and reluctantly they had to believe his innocence, but the damage had been done. He'd lost his aura, lost his mystery, lost his authority, in other words no one respected him any more and that hurt worse and would last longer than the beatings meted out in jail.
What none of them expected was for him to be lead away by the police, with his computers and mobile devices being taken away in evidence bags. They didn't expect the newspapers to be filled with child porn allegations or to see Monk's terrified face staring out of their television screens with the words Paedo Ring Leader Caught under it, least of all Monk.
Monk had every right to look scared, even with his sheltered background, he knew prison was no place for a nonce and especially for a pretty boy nonce like him. He'd be lucky to survive a night, his looks wouldn't survive an hour and his virginity not much longer.
In work people had always treated him with the utmost respect, even when he was a junior he had the air of someone who commanded respect. The way he walked, the way he talked, the way his ass clung to the material of his trousers. But the last 44 hours in police custody had been hell, the detective interviewing him treated him like he was a wasp; dangerous and annoying but ultimately pointless and ready to be squashed. The cop’s eyes burned with hatred, this man took his job personally as if it had been his own children abused. The more Monk denied involvement, the angrier the copper got. But what could Monk do, he had no idea how that stuff got on his computer, he was being set up but apparently that’s what they all say. ‘Next you’ll be telling me you were doing research!’ The copper had barked at him.
Monk walked through the open plan office with head held high, but he was aware eyes were avoiding him, whispers were about him and no one was undressing him with his eyes, if anything they were putting clothes on him. Mud had been thrown and mud had stuck despite the mud being fake. The police had found that his computer had been hacked, and reluctantly they had to believe his innocence, but the damage had been done. He'd lost his aura, lost his mystery, lost his authority, in other words no one respected him any more and that hurt worse and would last longer than the beatings meted out in jail.
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