The Promotion - Chapter 6

 The Promotion

Chapter 6

While I was desperately trying to think of an excuse to get myself out of there, after I spluttered and coughed the warm sensation around my chest especially, contrasting with that cold central AC in the living room was actually doing things to me. It wasn’t too bad after all. Sensing my face change a bit Madhavan quipped helpfully, ‘what police madam, liking the foreign liquor seems like? did Paneer not tell you it’s liquid gold?’ I laughed along, ‘he never said that, you did uncle’. Minister changed subject abruptly, ‘so Vandana, I saw in your files you aced all the physicals required for the job and also hold a black belt in karate, and also passed on your rifle tests with merits?’ Turned to him surprised at the level of detailing he has gone on into reading my file, I nodded. ‘yes sir, that’s right. I have’ added brimming with pride, feeling FINALLY my bloody hard work is being noticed by someone. Not just any someone, but someone way higher up in the food chain - thinking happily.

‘Go on, take it slow, time to enjoy your well deserved promotion dear!’ he prompted to me pointing to the glass casually. I found myself instantly picking it up worried to be in the wrong side of that man who has so far been surprising me with his sharpness with everything and sipping just a bit this time and it went in rather smoothly as my palette and throat got well adjusted to - i looked ahead and read the label to myself Glenfiddich which meant nothing to me. Minister carried on, ‘so tell me, why did you want to get into police, of all things? Its not like its a natural choice, especially for a pretty girl like you? I am sure you would have been very popular during your college days and things, what with your looks and all. I still can’t believe Murugesan managed to get such a pretty girl as his daughter, you must have your good looks from your mother dear’ as he laughed Madhavan laughed as well, as I found myself blushing overtime!

Few moments later, I realised Minister is expecting a reply and taking another small sip at it, felt somehow my inhibitions loosening as a buzz filled my head a tiny bit - ‘Oh it was a long time dream sir. I used to watch Vijayashanthi movies when I was young and got inspired from it and wanted to actually make a difference in the society. I think I am doing a reasonably good job at it and can do a lot better if only I had more opportunities than being stuck at B2 station and snapping up lowly pick pockets and eve teasers’, I spoke with more conviction than I normally would have and spoke with such passion that surprised everyone including me.

Madhavan as usual overdid it as he stood and clapped a lot while minister laughed. ‘Dear, I think you have a bright career in politics if you can give a speech like that, besides our Paneer is getting old too and we need a charming successor’ he joked as minister rolled eyes dismissively calling him idiot and I chimed in telling him to stop his drama at once. As Minister and I both giggled he sat back shaking his head complaining , ‘No place here for honest opinion’.

Ignoring him, the Minister carried on, ‘Hey tell me this, in one or two years you get promoted again and become a senior police officer and find that Madhavan here is doing something dodgy. What would you do? will you return the favour he did to you or lock him up right away?’ I looked surprised at the sudden twist in that question and looked at him and back at Madhavan uncle too and in my somewhat inebriated state my tongue betrayed me. Taking another big sip, now nearly emptying the glass, as I needed more time to think and compose, I turned to the Minister and told him - ‘will definitely lock him up sir, if not for his crime at the time, particularly for his current crimes of being a nuisance asking me to show whats inside my shirt.’ (i said that grinning and looked at Madhavan uncle) , What Uncle? shall I take you to the station and lock you up and strip you down to your underwear for enquiry, like I did to you drug dealer last month?’ asking still giggling playfully pulling his leg.

He looked initially stunned then giggled back mumbling, ‘lets see who strips who and who loses their underwear soon’ and sniggered at me. Minister reached out and slapped his wrist hard, ‘EEEI What the hell are you talking?’ yelled at him. ‘Paneer, I was joking too. Don’t take it serious. She is Police. I remember that very well’ as he said he patted my thigh playfully. ‘Ummhmm, so you are that scared of me uncle?’ I continued to taunt him with a glint in my eyes brushing his hand on my thigh now with my hand. ‘AFRAID? who is afraid of who?’ saying he poked my hip again unexpectedly, making me squeal and jump from the chair and as I sat back I slapped his wrist, annoyed (over the big laugh of the minister). ‘UNCLE!!! I told you a dozen times already. don’t do that!’

Minister enquired innocently as I sat back and sipped some more, ‘Does your husband not do that to you Vandana?’ with a puzzled face. Not thinking much, I blurted out, ‘No sir, he doesn’t care much. He is like Madhavan uncle’ ( i added blushing as I freely admitted something very intimate about our married life to these old men and they looked back at me astonished at how easily I let that out realising that the scotch has begun working! ). ‘OOPS too much detail sir’ ( i said blushing immediately ).

NONSENSE. yelling at the top of his voice, putting his glass down and held my right hand while planting his other hand on my thigh SO CLOSE to my crotch, with that surprised expression intact, coming a bit closer - ‘Are you serious Vandana?’ asking he slid his hand up, gracing the trouser zip and belt, casually, grabbed my tummy right over my navel and as he gave it a good squeeze, asked in the same surprised tone, ‘SERIOUSLY? He does NOT touch you here AT ALL ? WHAT a man you have for a husband!! ( shaking his head ignoring my shocked face and shifting around in the sofa to get away and my semi-pleading shocked tone, SIR ...what are you doing, let me go....) While he grabbed my tummy he expertly managed to slip his index finger through the gap between the shirt buttons and with a practiced elegance let it swivel around feeling every inch of the soft skin enjoying how I jerked and shook in tune to his touches. Eventually his exploring index finger inside my shirt, landed on the Bulls eye, my whirlpool of a Navel greeted the rare visitor as Minister KEENLY observed how I instantly Gasped and closed my eyes!!

Firstly he was Hyper delighted to find out that I wasn’t wearing any full-length shimmies or inner vest and he could feel my bare skin and secondly he was Overjoyed that his finger was luckily in the right spot and he managed to slip it in my navel all the way through and THOROUGHLY fascinated and enjoyed the way my face contorted and how I bit my lips and GASPED in shock as a wave of pleasure went right through me as his finger wiggled inside my navel. I was kind of helpless to stop as I was holding the glass in one hand and my other hand was held by the minister strongly pinned down and to top it off , the damn drink had mellowed my usually sharp reactions a LOT.

I finally managed to free my hand from his grip and holding his hand I stood up from the sofa, brushing his hand away a I stood, shouting in a shrill embarrassed voice ‘LEAVE ME SIR NOoooo’ and staggering for a bit and face still beet-red in shame, I put the glass down on the teapot and stepping away saying ‘ I should leave now sir’ and walked to the door. Minister asked me loudly, ‘you still didn’t answer me Vandana. Would he do what I did OR NOT?’ asked in utmost seriousness but relishing the way it went. Holding the door, I looked back at him and nodded a No and with a slight grin forming in my face, Opened the door.

As I was stepping out he asked again, ‘Vandana’ ( and I turned half in half out of the door). ‘But you didn’t seem to HATE IT ? you seem to be in fact ,liking it a lot right?’ Blushing furiously, I ignored the question and quickly added ‘Good night sir, Good night Uncle’ and rushed out of the cool AC room into the relatively warm late evening air outside and rushed to the main gate to hail the auto that was strolling past and stepped in, headed for home. While I was inebriated, it wasn’t so bad that I can’t think clearly and I cursed myself on the way back for agreeing to drink with them two, but then repeatedly my mind played back the last few minutes where the Minister slipped his finger so casually inside my shirt and played with my navel and every time I went through it in my mind, I became hornier and hornier. Breaking my rhythm of thought the auto arrived our apartments and I reached upstairs to find hot dinner ready on the table and was grateful to have Saroja.

While finishing up the dinner I had a call from my father unexpectedly. He was just calling to ask the laptop’s password as he forgot it yet again. After I told him , I casually mentioned about meeting Madhavan uncle. It took a while for him to recall, but then first thing he told me was, ‘BE CAREFUL dear. Him and his old friend Paneer, they used be this way and that with women’ he said casually just as a warning for me to take care and was not aware of anything else at all. But I sat there frozen looking into the phone like a statue, long since he disconnected the line, wondering why the hell did I not know this 2 days back.