The Promotion - Chapter 2

The Promotion 

CHAPTER 2

The rest of the afternoon as I reached the station back, flew by in a jiffy as there was something or the other happening before I realised that the clock struck 5.30PM already. Mind revolved around domestics and suddenly felt enthused by the fact that Saroja will be coming today. She is more than just my house help, almost my butler. She is around mid 40s hard working sincere and a jovial character ensuring the house is in order, cooks, cleans and you name it - she is up for it, if it means to help me out. We developed a great relationship over the past 5 years ever since I asked her if she is available to work at the house. Never looked back since. She is also an amazing cook and I was already dying to get my hands on her dinner tonight as my self cooking the last few days while she was ill was literally killing me.

Rushing home around 6pm battling out the evening mad rush of traffic opened the chaotic den that the house has become pushing past the blanket on the floor and socks and old uniforms and god knows what else, all over the place, checking the time, as she will usually show up later in the evening - decided to take a quick shower by then, closed the door and walked past the hallway kicking the boots not caring much as I knew in 1 hour’s time the whole apartment will be presentable again as if by magic! humming some old hindi song quickly unbuttoned the shirt heading to the bathroom. As i looked down at the green sports bra while pulling the shirt tucks out of the trouser, I grinned again sheepishly recalling how Madhavan uncle was having a field day with that small view he got in the gap. Chucking the shirt away on the sofa, just casually making sure that the curtains are drawn at the living room windows as I have no reason to open them out or change anything - these are strictly Saroja territory for a lazy bum like me to deal with them.

Not bothering with modesty or niceties, chucking the shirt away to a corner, examining my rather large pair of assets in that green sports bra, I thought that it was actually doing a good job of encasing my rather large-ish breasts (while most times i find it inconvenient to lug around those 34C jugs doing the police chores as it seems to be constant focal point in the male population. But this is not to say I am not proud of them, I love the fact secretly that they are literally head-turners and especially my husband Ravi who is madly in love with my tits. In fact, given a choice, he probably would have JUST married my tits and not me. Thinking at my silly joke, giggling, I quickly pulled the elasticated bra giggling as I said to myself ‘GREEN REVOLUTION’ and threw it to a corner and watched my reflection of the perfectly IN-SHAPE gravity defying pair of tits as I seductively ran my hands over it..standing in just the trousers and belt and gently pinched my nipples loving the way how it automatically made me bite my lips.

Lazily running my hand down along the sides of my slim 28 inches waist and along down the wide curvy 34 inch hips and hooking my thumbs into the trouser on each side and stood staring at my reflection and said to myself ‘What will Inspector Pandiyan will do if he seems me like this?’ even as I thought of it I chuckled. Perhaps the bastard has imagined me like this a MILLION times already. Chuckling i moved the hands forward and unbuckled the belt and threw it on the floor. This is bad even for my own poor standards of orderliness inside the house, but I didn’t give a damn as Saroja is coming later anyways....

As I undid the belt, my fingers accidentally caressed my navel and I shuddered reflexively. Running my fingers around the rim and slowly slipping the index finger in and poked very gently as i looked at my own self and I found it TOO HOT to handle as I let out a moan immediately bringing my other hand to grab at the left nipple and simultaneously ran my finger around it. Seeing my own finger slip in and play with the Perfect O Shaped navel, i huffed and puffed soon as despite my fitness regimes, it is so deep and soft to touch and I am SO SO SENSTIVE there and too bad it’s quite severely under-exploited as my grocery-shop owner husband is out and out tits man and any touches there at and around my belly are purely accidental and I am obvious TOO SHY to ask him to touch and play with my navel. I had asked him indirectly when watching movie songs if he liked a particular actress’s navel etc and usually received a boring answer like I love this person’s butt or that person’s tits are massive etc. before long I gave up the topic entirely.

Soon, recovering my senses , undid the trouser buckle and zip and stepped out of the rather tight pair of trousers, again remembering what Madhavan uncle told me, that I needed an upgrade- making a mental note of visiting the tailor shop tomorrow. Pulled down through and out of the ankles each leg of the trouser, feeling the freedom tossed it away and quickly pulled the socks too and not thinking too much pulled down the old faded full sized blue cotton panty in a whisk to my thigh and laughed a the bush that came into view in the mirror. Continued pulling it down saying to myself, ‘Hey Vandana, there should be some incentive to maintain right? who cares if there is a forest or a clean smooth acreage here ...(while the panty dropped to the ankle... running my hands around the bush thinking)

Quickly kicked it out and away to a corner walked butt naked across the hallway to turn on the hi-fi system aloud to some tunes I loved to hear and let it play loudly as i headed to the shower totally carefree not even caring to close the door leaving it fully open and turned on the overhead shower. As the hot water hit my face I felt so good, I felt as though ALL my problems and issues are getting washed away. Singing along I gently worked up the body wash on me enjoying the moment and giving it a quick clean washing off the soap from me, not feeling the need to get out in any urgency just when I thought of stopping the shower, the next song was my all time favourite so that meant the shower carried on.

Amidst all of this cacophony, I clearly didn’t hear the door open as I forgot that Saroja had a pair of keys too. Even that was quite alright but what I didn’t bank on totally was that her son Krishna would be coming along too! and worse still, Saroja was held up at the gate and was chatting with the Watchman and a bored krishna took the keys from her and came up and hearing the loud music, gotten curious and opened the door. He was initially shocked by the proper Mess the house was in. Hearing me sing along from the bathroom, we walked past my recently stripped uniform all over the floor which already had his junior erect, especially seeing my twisted panty on the floor . He took his phone out and took a quick picture of it and slowly , cautiously stepped towards the bathroom turning around to see if his mother is not anywhere in sight yet and the SCENE HE SAW THERE FROZE him in shock as his hands automatically flipped on the video and began recording the sight of me standing BUTT NAKED facing away from him... hands on my chest..cupping both tits, gently massaging and shaking my hips to the tune of the song slowly dancing in the shower singing along.

Swallowing hard he watched, taking in every second , every moment that unravelled in front of his eyes. As I pulled out some of my best dance moves feeling totally free in my home’s complete privacy still playing with my nipples pressing and tweaking them I slowly turned around to get the soap deciding to go for another round feeling ‘liberated’ totally. As I turned around, IT WAS MY TURN TO BE SHOCKED as I saw Krishna at the bathroom door with camera in one hand and his other hand at his crotch as no point for guessing what he is upto. I screamed in rage and shame. ‘ KRISHNAAAAAAA?? what the hell are you doing here?’ my hands that were playing with the nipples immediately covering up my tits and by then I realised it crystal clear how big the tits were, as i couldn’t cover all 100% of it with my one hand as the other hand had to slip down to cover my bush as I bent forward making myself small as i looked up at him now with my cheeks Burning red in shame.

He carried on filming as he got bold realising this is the opportunity of his lifetime but coolly answered with a chuckle. ‘I came with mother as she brought me along to say Thank you personally Madam. THANK YOU madam for everything and THIS. THANK YOU MADAM’ As i Stood crouching and leaning forward cowered wondering what to say next whether to shout, behind me at the Big mirror on the wall he could see my butt crack and the PUSSY LIPS clearly in view up my thighs and wasted no time filming it too. Thanks to the state of the art extractor fan in the bathroom, there is very little fogging in the mirror so every detail being captured. Mortified As I realized what he is doing .’ HEY STOP Recording NOW! I will kill you. Already you are in deep deep trouble!’ even as I was shouting in mid sentence he slipped away from the door and ran away leaving me shell shocked.

As the music was still blaring I couldn’t figure out if he is still in the house or not and decided to stay in the bathroom closing the door with a bang. leaning on the door.. i looked at myself in the mirror that showed every detail in a dazed shock. Krishna quickly locked the door and stepped downstairs and told Saroja that he could hear loud music and he knocked the door a few times but no response and that may be madam is busy inside, I will come back later or I will see. madam tomorrow at the station, I need. to go now, my friend is calling me’ saying not even waiting for her reply just rushed away.

A few moments later of course Saroja opened the door and let out a loud scream seeing the state the house was in and thanked her stars that her son hadn’t opened the door yelling my name went from room to room and as she reached the bathroom, i could hear her voice and i opened the door and peeped out. ‘SAROJA! can you get me a towel?’ (almost shouted impatiently) She was laughing hard. ‘WHY MADAM ? did I come inside at the wrong moment? Oh you were not expecting me were you? hahaaa ( laughing as she reached the bedroom wardrobe and pulled the first towel she could lay hands on and came to the door and gave it to me.) Quickly drying up I pulled it around me and OH Crap, it was not one of the larger towels and it barely could come around me and it ended Just above my crotch. Biting my lips, cursing my stars for how the evening started so cheerfully and how it’s so quickly nose-diving, I opened the door hoping Saroja had gone to the hall to clean already. She was sat at the Bed collecting slowly all the letters and sorting them out by opened and unopened...and as I opened the door she turned around and first thing she saw was my hairy pubes and the pinkish brown pussy lips that are pronounced and swollen.

After the initial shock wore off she laughed again pointing at it. ‘OH MADAM, sorry the towel did not fit you’ (as I used one hand to hold the towel and the other to cover my pube stood there squirming in shame, I knew her long enough as a trusted friend rather than just a maid so didn’t have the mind to become angry with her. Nevertheless overcome by a new rush of shame I shouted at her quite annoyed at her for still in the room. ‘Can you leave for a few minutes Saroja? I’ll get changed?’ She got up and as she walked past me looked back at the half exposed butt cheeks and giggled too saying, ‘its not covering from behind as well. Why are you so shy, its only me naaa?’ saying she playfully pulled the towel up... exposing the butt cheeks fully enjoying the way I shrieked in shame in an effort to push her hand off , forgetting how tiny and loose the towel is I used both hands to brush off her hand holding the towel and the knot that barely held around my tits came loose and the towel was in Saroja’s hands as she pulled her hand back reflexively.

‘OHHH...So Sorry madam’ Standing with the towel in my hand eyed me quickly from head to toe as I stood squirming and with an impotent rage and shame yelled her name gritting my teeth ‘SAROOJAAAAAAA you Monkey’ get out now! please’ . She left the room with the towel giggling closing the door behind and started getting busy with the clean up of the hall that looked like a battlefield. As I pulled out the dresses from the wardrobe, I was surprised at myself at how turned ON i got when I got accidentally exposed to not one but two people in quick succession. That reminded me of the small issue of dealing with Krishna. I took the phone and as the music still blared called him and as expected he picked up after a few rings and answered tentatively, ‘Madam?’ . In a cold threatening voice I told him, ‘If you want to see the day light ever again and not want to spend the rest of your life in Jail, immediately delete that video RIGHT NOW’ .

He sounded very worried and urgently blurted out, ‘Madam madam, sorry I was there by mistake. I have already deleted it madam, I promise. I have to be mad crazy to play around with police madam and that too you madam’ His voice was quivering in fear. I felt relieved but decided in any case to sanitise his phone and asked him to come around later in the night after his mother has left and hand the phone in, again in the same cold voice. He agreed immediately.

As I stepped out dressed in T shirt and pyjamas a few mins later, my anger towards Saroja had all but vanished. I went to the kitchen as she was cleaning up there and already the hall looked so much better than how it was, as I walked past it to the kitchen. I gave her a quick hug from behind, ‘Sorry Saroja if I had shouted at you’. She said happily, ‘Oh Madam please, I am the one that should be sorry for catching you like that in your wrong moment’ ( and chuckled again) ..’ As I slapped her back annoyed, ‘But you know madam, you look like a filmstar madam. so beautiful and fair you are! don’t know why you are in police.’ That surprised me hearing the same comment second time today as Inspector Pandian said the same thing earlier.

Anyways what can I cook for dinner - and the topic changed as we discussed about the dinner etc and the next 2 hours she worked non-stop and told she will carry on later and left at around 9pm and i sent a message to Krishna, a one liner ‘I am waiting’ and within 5 mins he rang the bell and entered with a mix of emotions with Fear overriding them all.