The Promotion - Chapter 7

 The Promotion

Chapter 7 

 

After that little conversation with my dad, I went straight to the bed and slumped, feeling quite drunk still and dozed off. Next morning started quite uneventfully, same old blinding sun on my eyes through the half open curtains (thanks to Saroja!) helping me sit up and as I got ready to go to work, it was a mixed feeling in fact. I was wondering if I actually might get a break from this station finally. As I was going past Sandhu Textiles, I stopped the jeep quickly and ran inside the shop that was JUST then opening for the day. I am used to seeing people stiffen up and be cautious when they see the uniform. Having no time to waste, I quickly beckoned one of the sales girls and asked for the required length of cloth for 3 sets of new uniforms. She brought the role, checked the colour with me to confirm and quickly packed it up and within no time, I paid up and was back on course to duty.

The day turned out to be a dull one, clearing the backlog, finishing odds and ends and stuff. The boring routines also included the tea from Krishna which these days also involves his ‘special request’ alongside the Tea and I find myself finding it as a tolerable nuisance and with a grin gave a sign as if I will kill him with my fingers and he vanished smiling. Unknown to both him and me, at each passing day, his requests were slowly desensitising me. Close to Noon, just when I was mulling over the thought of stepping out for a good lunch somewhere, for a change the constable came to my desk and handed me a big brown sealed envelope.

At first I thought it was some case file, but it was addressed specifically to me. confused, I took it to the bathroom, feeling a bit relieved that the nosy bastard Pandian has taken leave today too. Opened it, and read the letter with official police stamps over and over in disbelief!! It was congratulating on all my commendations during the course of time and promoting me with immediate effect as Inspector! Then in went on about the increments and other benefits. That moment felt like the best part of my whole life. Feeling properly euphoric, I stepped out with the envelope, placed it safely in my brief case and walked to the Jeep with the spring in my steps.

As I sat there, I saw the package from Sandhu Textiles laying around in the empty seat. OH You are an Inspector now! Even more critical that your uniforms need an ‘upgrade’ - thinking to myself, using the same words that the minister used the evening before. I drove up to my usual tailor that I go to, close to my flats. As I entered, I didn’t see the owner who is the lady that does my stitching missing. I looked around and a rather worried looking man in his 40s came and asked me, ‘Can we help madam? Anything wrong?’ I said, ‘Oh nothing wrong. I just need 3 sets of uniforms stitched and wanted to have the measuring done. Where is the lady I usually see here?’

‘Oh She is unwell madam, I am her husband and I can take it on too, if you are OK madam? I work in the days and she does later in the evenings, thats why you probably hadn’t seen me here before’. He seemed sincere enough. I nodded quickly, looking around, and apart from him the shop was deserted. ‘I want just-right fit OK? shirts and trousers Not too loose, neither tight!’ I said in a no nonsense commanding tone which had an instant effect as he nodded with a smile ‘Of course madam, I see your current uniform is also a bit too tight. You have come at the right time. Please come inside, let me take your measures.’

Nodding I placed the cap and the glasses on the table outside and stepped inside to the room behind which was covered with a flimsy curtain for some basic privacy. As he came back with a notebook and tape he became all professional and asked me to raise my arms to the side so he can bring the tape around. As he brought the tape around my chest over the shirt and pressed it around tightly, I noticed his fingers were brushing just around where my nipples were on both sides, as he took his time to adjust, all the while dutifully looking at the tape, avoiding eye contact and hence missed also how I bit my lips when his finger nails were brushing around my areolas.

Finally I yelped, ‘Whats taking so long?’ , he urgently responded, ‘Oh no no madam, almost there. How do you think it is, do you feel the tape too tight? little looser?’ I nodded while he gorged at the sight of the lovely shapely good sized tits not taking his eyes away even for a second. Yea now it’s OK, I said with a sigh. ‘ OK Madam’ he turned around noting the measures while still holding the tape around my boobs.

He slipped it down a little to get the underbust measures and while doing so, while adjusting, I felt his fingers almost dug into my boobs and pushed it up, as he poked them casually. I was holding my temper to yell at him, waiting to see if he would go any further. This time without asking me he wrote down the measures for the under bust and slipped the tape to my waist and placed it around my navel in the front and with both hands tightened it while I could feel, JUST like yesterday his fingers were lazily trying to feel for my navel under my shirt and I squirmed uneasily. I could CLEARLY feel his fingers crowding around the navel holding the tape, scratching my belly over the shirt, while he apologised, ‘sorry madam, just a minute’ seeing me almost dancing, shifting my hips uneasily, moving around - feeling all Hot and flushed all of a sudden as a big pleasure wave hit through me as one of his fingers found its mark, over the shirt as he began to very gently poke it while studiously adjusted the tape with his other hand at my sides at the waist and from behind.

Still Arms to my side I briefly closed my eyes, jerking involuntarily ever so slightly, at his every push poke and prod at my navel, over the shirt. Realising that he may get away with this, he took his time, playing with me, thinking to himself WHAT A HOT BODY and fuckkk she is so damn beautiful and just looked up to catch me eyes shut and biting my lips. Thinking quickly, having already observed that my shirt is a bit tight, ‘OK madam thats 28 inches will do nicely I think. may be the previous measure was 26, thats why it has gone a bit tight’ as he spoke ,while still poking and scratching my navel over the shirt...enjoying seeing me nod while i looked away and closed my eyes, he quickly wedged the tape just under the button right over the navel and as he slid the tape off me. Just as he hoped, the steel edge of the tape got stuck and snagged and popped the button off the shirt.

Pushing his hand away I yelled, HEYY. ‘Ouch so sorry madam, seems like the button has been a bit loose, seems to have gotten stuck in the tape. terribly sorry. ‘ He bent down to search for the fallen button but looked up from down below to see through the big gape, my fair exposed belly and my belly button before I pulled the shirt to cover up. ‘Sorry madam, its a small inconvenience. I will fix it right away. Please stand just as you are. I will just finish your hips and get that button stitched back, so you can be out and about just as you came. you don’t even have to take your shirt off’ He said with a charming smile and apologies.

I sighed cursing my luck and nodded, feeling a bit helpless, and growled at him in a rough voice making it clear that i am upset with the whole thing. ‘YEA MAKE IT QUICK and no mistakes this time! Clear?’ He nodded not even bothering with a verbal reply and squatting a bit brought the tape aorund my belly again and lowered it just below the belt to take the measurement at the sliding the tape around to find the widest part of my hip. I felt so ashamed standing there letting him do that, sliding the tape on both sides while his fingers felt my sides freely. I was trying to remember how it has been when his wife, the regular tailor that I went to when she was taking the measure. I never felt like this. This bugger is having some fun of his own - I deduced. But then deep within, when I pondered, I had to admit, I enjoyed it to some degree too, even though I wouldn’t openly admit it. With the tape somewhere around the middle of the butt cheeks and the front part around the crotch, pressing casually over the zipper, he even took the liberty to press with the back of his fingers my mound, briefly, but pulled back. As his fingers rubbed me there, despite being very brief it felt like a jolt of electricity hit me at once. Thankfully he was done with it. As I stood covering the loosened part of the shirt with my hands he completed the trouser lengths and sleeve lengths and around collars quickly.

‘All done madam. Its all here. It will be ready same time in 10 days.’ I protested, WHY 10 days , can you not get it done in a week? , ‘Sorry madam we are so busy, ‘ As he spoke he came with the popped out button and the threaded needle. ‘Can you move your hands please madam. so I can secure the button back?’ I sighed and put my hands aside, knowing he will not only get a gaping view but knowing his forays , he won’t stop with just views. A part of me was anxiously looking forward to it, though I pretended to be annoyed and offended and complained about his carelessness.

pulling a stool and he sat in that, in front of me again muttering, ‘sorry madam’ but this time it didn’t look like he was fully meaning it. Wasting no time, he slipped his hand inside the gap and as he placed the button and held it with his index and thumb, his other 3 fingers were directly above my exposed navel. Directly at his eye level, he slipped down his pinkie finger and GENTLY let it trace around the rim of my deep navel and just as he expected he noticed me SHUDDER, and as he carried on measuring the circumference of my navel with his small finger he looked up and he LIKED what he saw.

A Police Inspector in proper uniform who seemed to be a terror a few minutes earlier bossing him around as she walked in, now stood shuddering in front of him with her eyes shut and her boobs heaving heavily as her tummy trembled at his touch. Deciding to ramp it up, ‘Are you alright madam?’ he asked in a soft voice looking at my contorted face as he slowly slipped his ring finger in my navel which made me GASP and I reflexively I held his hand in a FIRM Grip. Alarmed he pulled his hand off. ‘Sorry Madam, there is no proper access like this. I think it may be better if you pull the shirt tucks out of your trouser just for a few minutes madam.’

WHAT? ( i asked red faced as I looked down at him still holding his hand). Quite casually even as he suggested, he put the needle in his other hand on the table next to him and placed his hand on my side and started pulling the tucks out. ‘HEY HEY waaaitt!’ , I shouted alarmed. ‘Don’t be so shy madam. You are so very beautiful anyway. ‘ as he spoke he pulled the tucks from both sides at the front, enough for him to work with and enough for him to open and expose most of my lower belly in the pretext of stitching.

Gritting my teeth I stood still, can’t wait for this embarrassment to get over with. Next few minutes, with better access, he got to work and stitched the button back in place. ‘All DONE madam’ he said with a beaming smile, ‘but just one small thing madam. just a minute’ and even as I asked WHAT? he abruptly put his finger directly in my navel pressing his palm on the under belly as I Shook all over and held his hand and shouted,’ WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE UPTO?’ , he calmly replied, ‘wait madam, I noticed some lint there, Just removing it’ even as he was replying his finger was pushing all the way to the base of my navel and was poking and prodding me there as he looked up at me smiling - at the pretext of removing the imaginary lint.

Seeing me Gasp and shake all over again thrilled him to bits before I slapped his hand off, yelling at him - ENOUGH NO NEED FOR ALL that - blushing all over and quickly secured the buttons and tucked the shirt back in and stormed out. As I was stepping out, he said again, ‘Madam but you look very beautiful madam. please take it as a compliment.’ I stood there, Irritated now that this asshole is making a pass at me directly, anger suddenly welling up, walked back to him and GRABBED HIM by his collar and SLAPPED HIM HARD! and staring right down into his eyes - Consider it your lucky day bastard. If it was another day, You will be coming with me to the station and even before I finish the sentence landing another slap on to his other cheek, still fuming, ‘ONE WEEK Rascal! Get it ready in one week!’ I will come in the evening to pick up form your unfortunate wife. I hope with ALL that fondling you took proper measurements. If not you are in big trouble. Saying I pushed him back with the hand that held his collar. His eyes were showing true fear as he kept apologising non-stop and almost at the verge of tears, cursing himself for getting too carried away and as I stood at the entrance and turned back one last time, it was he who was red-cheeked, trembling, shuddering, gasping, shaking all over. Feeling a perverse sense of pleasure I walked out of the shop picking the cap and sun glasses that I left at the entrance.

As I sat in the Jeep again, seeing the brief case lifted my mood again as the smile returned thinking about the promotion and as I drove to the nearby restaurant I thought about this very recent discovery - How bloody sensitive I am at the navel and instantly blushed thinking about it. I was just wondering to myself, if I had let that bloody tailor to finger my navel a bit longer, shuddering at the very thought, Gosh, I would have climaxed right there. Why did I not discover this sooner? My thoughts were replaced by the approaching restaurant and I headed there for a well deserved proper lunch.