The Promotion - Chapter 10 *special Edition*

 The Promotion 

Chapter - 10  * Special Edition*

 

I was conversing in a low voice with Madhavan Uncle seeing that the minister has shut retired to the other corner of the sofa and seem focused on the TV now with his hands crossed over his big belly, his dhoti kind of out of place, exposing his right leg up to his mid thigh, but he couldn’t care less and was hyper drunk. His face sported a serene smile as he sat there in sort of meditative state focused on some B grade song from some crap movie playing where the legendary navel-exploits from the south film industry was best on display with the lady there doing acrobatic style dances with her bare midriff was on display in fully glory.

Carrying on from his earlier question Uncle patted my thigh again and asked, ‘This is unbelievable vandana! you have just been figuring out? (his face showing disbelief and lowering his voice even further and seeing my eyes glazed as I had already gotten quite dizzy from the 2 rounds we finished together) the way you were DANCING when Paneer slipped his hand around your waist and was doing his THING - was unbelievable dear’ ( chuckling, seeing me blush, he gave my thigh a GOOD Squeeze and even in that drunken state when I pushed his hand off complaining SIRRR.. (in a mock threatening tone) he laughed aloud and patted my back quickly and slipped back). ‘Just tell me this quickly and honestly, You DID like it right?’ As I nodded smiling he slipped his hand down and gently poke my hip, and laughed again as I jerked instantly and brought my hand to push his off while he laughed aloud. You are a VERY special person, hope your hero realizes it and not spend all his time at his grocery store (he meant it seriously picking up his glass and taking a big sip , sincerely meaning what he said). I blushed again and nodded but said nothing, as a tinge of sadness filled my heart as I thought that these old cronies here knew how to exactly press what buttons on me to light me up and yet Ravi has till now not even bothered to see me properly climax and typically roll over immediately once he has dumped his load in me. Typical self-centric man, as I thought about it.

As I was lost in thought Uncle tapped my shoulder and whispered, ‘Hey Vandana, can you go fetch two bowls from the kitchen and fill the peanuts and cashews you have so kindly bought for us?’ Snapping back to reality I nodded ‘Sure uncle one second’ and got up. Just as I stood up, I realized how tipsy I got as I felt the dizziness suddenly hit my head and I staggered a bit. Uncle held my hand asking if I am OK. ‘Oh I am fine uncle’ ( too proud to admit) I turned around and took a couple of steps but as I stepped past him, I tripped onto his knee. As I lost balance was about to fall, Uncle quickly reached forward and held me, his one hand held my right shoulder and his other on my lower back to support shouting, ‘Careful dear’ and even as I recovered apologizing, ‘oops sorry uncle. my bad’ and was getting back up, in one smooth movement, casually, as he released his hand that held my shoulder, not missing the opportunity he gave my boobs a good squeeze, over the saree pallu, feeling its softness, relishing the feel but making it looks casual and quick, removed his hand before I had a chance to react and as I stood up adjusting my pallu realizing what he just did, his other hand that was on my back still he lowered it on to my butt cheeks over my saree and gave a good SQUEEZE as he spoke, ‘You are drunk dear, clearly, so be extra careful’ this time the hand stayed there as he let his fingers explore a bit more, trying to run along the crevice, over the saree. Feeling his hand behind me, cringing, quickly brought my hand to brush his hand off, ‘OK uncle I will be careful’ I said and by now the rush of adrenalin has brought some much needed sense into me and I quickly walked away from him to the kitchen.

On the way I saw the variety of food coked up and ready to be had for dinner and as I walked to the kitchen I realized the extent of how much I drank ( but perversely my brain seemed to enjoy the dizziness too as I looked around the bowls ) Then quickly walked back to the table, and tripped a bit once again on the way back but this time because the saree pleats were flowing on the ground so much as I walked, caused me to trip. Clumsily, I pulled the waist line up a bit, but not very successful, but too drunk to care too much about it as I walked back to the sofa and emptied the peanuts and the cashews in the bowls. Uncle shouted, PANEER and pushed the peanut bowl in his direction’ The minister reached forward and grabbed a handful and his face was all smiled as he tasted it ‘ Oh these are tasty! Thanks Vandana’ as I sat smiling and muttering a ‘Thank you sir’ actually feeling glad that he liked it.

Uncle passed me my glass and asked me to have some more, refilling it. I protested, but he said that its amazing to try with sides I brought along, and for that one last glass deserves my attention. Laughing I took it from him and as I sipped I whispered to him seeing now that minister is more active and to not be heard by him, ‘Uncle, my father was right - you have very naughty hands’ (and this time I seem not annoyed or angry but telling that to him made me weirdly horny too) . ‘OH What do you mean dear?’ he asked so innocently. I chuckled and looked away ‘ OHH nothing. You know exactly what I mean!’ , ‘Oh come on now, You are the police here. You shouldn’t accuse people off without any evidence’ he said laughing and I joined along. ‘ I am sure at least these naughty things I am sure your Grocery shop Hero will have done to you when you least expected it No? ‘ I nodded grinning, realizing my cheeks are burning in shame as he asked me such intimate details but nodded, ‘Yea but it’s not the same you doing these things and him’ ( left it vague, intentionally as it could also mean uncle is doing it better or it could mean he shouldn’t be touching me at all in first place) and just as I expected, grabbing my thigh he asked as I took one more sip, munching the peanuts ( indeed he was right, peanut was a good combo) , ‘Oh what does that mean dear? Not the same? Are you suggested I am better?’ ( he asked proudly with his other hand playing with his moustache, Sitting up ). ‘ Hahaaa... in your dreams. I meant, DONT touch me ( chuckling)... Like you are doing now’ ( Pushing his hand away gently, but as I tried , this time he brought his hand forward and quickly grabbed the saree pleats in a bunch right above my crotch and in a mock threatening face ‘ Tell me I AM BETTER now dear, Or else?’ ( suppressing his giggle).

The back of his fist was pushing right down against my inner thighs and was properly brushing my mound over the panty. I held his wrist with one hand as I had the glass in the other hand still and ‘Uncle what are you doing? (blushing and giggling) Let it GO... (in a shameful voice) I was only kidding, you are better ok ? Ok? now let go please. ( i asked in a semi-pleading voice but grinning naughtily still ). ‘THAT’s a good girl there, ‘ immediately releasing his grip but before letting go he opened his palm and used his index and middle finger to give a good Poke at my crotch and as I sat with my thighs parted a bit his fingers found the mark perfect as they rubbed briefly , but perfectly onto my pussy lips as I sat up GASPING and looked back at him wide eyed feeling just what he did and all I could mutter was ‘ UNCLE....’ and he laughed and the hand as he pulled back rubbed my shoulder briefly and he finished the sentence , ‘ I know you wanted to say, UNCLE you are definitely better’ and I shook my head and slapped my forehead with my other hand. Taking another sip and putting the glass back now on the table and whispered back to him ‘PLEASEE Stop doing this. Stop touching me OK?’ He shrugged with a smile, but didn’t even bother replying. There at that moment in the sofa we had One happy old man and One horny young woman as I sat back a bit and tried to shift my attention to the TV.

The new glass he poured me now was really getting to my head as I had done half way through it and as I was trying to focus on the screen in front of me, there was a B-grade song that started playing just then. It involved the Heroine laying on the bed and the hero dutifully pushing a big grape into her navel, and kneeling down to eat it off her! The Minister sat up and whistled loudly seeing this sequence and in a sudden childish voice groaned, ‘I WANT TO DO THAT!’ and with a puppy face he turned to look at me! Just then realizing the enormity of that request, I sat up, feeling terrified turning to sit. looking back at him ,’ NO NOO NOO SIR!! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!!!! NOOOO’ (I almost screamed, as fear gripped all over me) Behind me Uncle had placed the glass down on the teapot and grabbed my shoulders from behind gently massaging it he said, ‘Paneer, we don’t have grapes but our police madam’s spicy peanuts will do very nicely... (coming closer blowing into my ear gently) what do you reckon dear, would yours fit 4 or 5 peanuts?’ ( he whispered in my ears laughing... his face brushed the back of my neck as I brought my hands to grab his hands on my shoulders whispering ‘Let go Uncle no...’ he brushed my hair with his face and planed a gentle kiss just at the back of my neck whispering, ‘you were just discovering how sensitive your navel is no Vandana? Now you will know for sure’ and as he said it, as my hands were sort of over my head trying to grab and brush off Madhavan uncle’s hands on my shoulders he quickly grabbed both my hands pinning them right behind my head with his one hand so that both my elbows pointed to the ceiling as he slipped his free hand quickly to my right armpit letting his fingers scratch there gently, while whispering , ‘Are we ticklish here too’ and I GUFFAWED OUT Screaming, ‘NO Nooonoo Uncle No’ with my upper torso fully stretched and the pallu out of place the while midriff is bare and minister’s eyes zoned in on my navel and wasting no time, he said eager chuckling, reaching forward and naughtily sticking a finger directly into my Navel and cooed ‘OHH Delicious, definitely this tummy is hungry of peanuts,’ he said laughing as he drilled his finger into my navel twisting and turning it in.

Screaming at the top of my voice, unable to hold off the two-pronged attach from minister and uncle at the same time, in desperation I leaned back on to Uncle and just as he expected me to do so, while carefully still pinning my hands over he pushed me back on to his lap whispering , ‘Shh SHHHH... why don’t we all enjoy this wonderful idea from our great minister Vandana. Its not like we are forcing you are anything! ’ ( my eyes went wide as he said that and I shouted more out of desperation ‘ B...BBUT Uncle.. YOU ARE!!! ‘ even as Minister’s finger was still wiggling inside my navel making it hard for me to focus and speak anything meaningful and as he gracefully scooped my legs with his free hand enjoying the way I trembled as he fingered my navel, and shouted ‘please sir No sir’ and placed both my legs on the sofa and moving his finger that was drilling my navel, grabbed my hip and pulled me more into the sofa. The sofa was so big that it easily accommodated the full length of me stretched and wasting no time he grabbed a handful of peanuts and just as the hero knelt forward and playfully claiming, ‘OKK time to feed this hungry tummy’, saying he dropped first just the one peanut from his hand right into my navel and looked back at my face and I Shook my head looking at him pleading ‘ No No sir please don’t’ and myself as he planed his hand on to my legs at around my mid thigh over the saree and reaching forward, ignoring my pleas stuck out his LONG TONGUE and teased me by bringing it closer to my navel and JUST Stopping at the last second pulling back and enjoyed my preemptive GASP as I closed my eyes in anticipation.

As he laughed and uncle laughed I opened my eyes and thoroughly cringed in shame as the minister taunted me again by bringing his tongue so close to my navel and nodding his head as if asking permission. I sighed and closed my eyes as emotions ran a proper riot within me. As Uncle was holding my hands tightly behind placing them between his thighs and sat cross legged ensuring i can’t pull it out while still holding it with one hand, I stopped my struggle to free myself up already sometime ago, before even minister dropped the peanut into my navel. right now I just shut my eyes breathed heavily braced for the storm while the minister seem to enjoy for some more time the way the peanut was DANCING du to the way my tummy and the whole body was trembling in anticipation, while uncle was sliding his hand at the back of my upper arm along the blouse sleeve lazily, enjoying my reaction.

Slowly, after several moments, JUST when I was about to open my eyes again to check on the lack of action I felt minister tongue on my tummy , but just outside and he started circling around the rim of my navel tracing it along with his tongue slowly, varying his pressure, pressing down harder then releasing and repeated it as he went around, as if getting ready to worship it, studiously. Feeling his tongue I gasped just as I opened my eyes to check out. THAT SCENE I saw that manifested in front of me would stay with me for the rest of my life. As I watched minister’s red hot long tongue slowly slipped in my navel making me JERK wildly as I let out a Scream, a proper scream - but not of pain, but of confused emotions as this kind of a pleasure wave has NEVER hit me so hard and so intensely.

Seeing the way I gasped and shook and screamed, tightening his grip over my hands Uncle whispered into me, ‘ Oh this is enjoyment at another level no Vandana?’ as I just then felt his mammoth tongue Swirl around the navel and his moustache rubbing the surface just above the navel as he reached back up with the peanut in his mouth, munching it claimed, ‘Madhava, THIS IS THE BEST Peanut I tasted EVER in my life’ and even as he spoke, he dropped a 3 or 4 more peanuts now filling the navel to the rim, ‘and I WANT MORE’ saying he drived right back in and alternately licking and grabbing , picked up one after another and munched through leaving me shaking all over.

As he finished the next ‘batch’ of peanuts he noticed the trail of salt and chilly it left around the inner surface of the navel and announced, ‘Oh I need to clean it up now’ saying he leaned forward with his hand on my thighs crept up and (un)intentionally grabbed at the saree pleats right at my crotch and pressing down even as I Jerked my hip in response yelping ‘ please sir noo’ I felt his tongue land right into my navel and feeling his hot tongue lick and push in, RIGHT into the base of my navel and slowly methodically worked around, licking every inch of it, I let go of myself and closing my eyes and moaned aloud now.

Not exactly on purpose but getting carried away while he gleefully licked my deep navel enjoying my squirms and moans, minister’s hand on my crotch slowly bit by bit completely pulled my saree pleats tucked into the petticoat. Only Uncle saw that with a horny smile and neither minister nor myself realized it at all. As he carried on licking and sucking my navel, I arched my back and jutted my chest out began moaning properly, EYES DEEPLY shut as wave after wave of pleasure pass through me as Uncle’s hand that was holding my shoulder now slowly moved along and planted it lightly on my right breast and as I was gasping and moaning he reached down and locked his lips suddenly into mine.

I was by then properly surfing the Passion waves shaking , trembling and squirming all over. Somewhere deep within the dark caves within my head a small voice was trying to sound alarm bells but it was properly silenced and drowned by very loud gongs of the pleasure bells playing within me all over.

Uncle hand slowly gained momentum and he started slowly and gently but now PROPERLY began squeezing my tits and playfully pinched around the nipples over the blouse amazed at how quickly they became taut so much that he could easily feel them right over the bra and blouse! as he bored his tongue down my throat kissing. I have NEVER had a kiss in that angle and NOT one of that ferocity and finesse.

As the roaring kiss was going on I hadn’t even realized that Uncle is not holding my hands anymore as he was properly mauling my tits over the blouse with both his hands. As he did so, he could hear me moan through his lip-lock, feeling satisfied he carried on, but the moan was also due to minister switching peanuts for scotch as he poured the whiskey straight into my ‘hungry’ navel and began lapping it up. Just then my hands loosely locked between, uncle’s thighs shifted a but up and as it found something, SHOCKED I Opened my eyes through the kiss as my fingers felt and traversed along its contour - literally shocked by the enormity of the size of what it found and felt and uncle too realized where my hands now are and making no attempt to pull it off, in fact making himself more accessible carried on kissing while his one hand kept mauling my breasts while his other hand deftly unhooked my blouse hooks Timing it JUST right when he felt my body shiver , tremble and jerked every time when Minister’s tongue would ram down to feel the bottom of my navel and swirl around, driving me totally crazy. Every time he refilled the glass (henceforth also called my navel) and swooshed his tongue in, upstairs, my blouse was loosing yet another hook and before long uncle’s hands spread the blouse out let it hang on each side around my armpits limply, still not done with the kiss, tested the fitness of the blouse by gently slipping his fingers around the base of the bra cups and was DELIGHTED to feel the elasticity of the bra and slipped his fingers underneath and was waiting for the stage surge of activity from me timing with minister’s moves.

But Minister had other ideas and wanted whiskey on rocks now! he refilled his favorite glass(!!!) and grabbed a small ice cube and holding my white petticoat at the base of my tummy for balance while his fingers casually slipping under the petticoat, and wasting no time finding my thin panty elastic band of the (supposed to be sexy ) lace panty and easily slipped past it too feeling the pubic zone and started grazing the curls there just as a hungry cow would do on a lush pasture.

As I SCREAMED through the kiss.. shaking my hip this way and that, trying to fend his hand off me I felt something cold brush along me from JUST below my bra tracing the line slowly below, making me GASP and splutter briefly breaking he kiss but uncle dived forward moving his hands to grab my face and swiftly grab my lower lip and started chewing it through hungrily even as I just realized from the coldness that its possibly an ice cube that minister is sliding down me, at the same time my lower body jerked at will, involuntarily as I felt minister’s fingers grabbing and slowly drag my petticoat and panty down along with it . Even as I was confused and distracted with the dancing ice cube tracing every possible surface that I can find on my fair midriff on its way down to the navel - very slowly making me sizzle and jump non-stop, with the small pool of whiskey still poured in my whirlpool of navel forming mini waves as I jerked. While I was still arrested effectively by uncle’s voracious kissing appetite and he was watching the progress of the ice cube carefully and past it the emergence of my pubic hair in all its glory, gleefully and JUST as the minister slid the ice cube right into the navel and as its end had melted already due to its journey over my hot body and was sort of turning conical in its edges, he aimed the sharpish conical section into the navel and gently pressed it down making me shudder all over and my hands that were lazily around uncle’s crotch around his bare thighs and on his underwear as his dhoti also had gaped open a bit in all this movement and I GRIPPED his massive erection over his long jockeys, purely in reflex, finding something to grab at just then at that same moment as the minister kept playing with the top of my pubes while pressing the ice down my navel pushing it in with some force I jerked and SHUDDERED all over, Uncle’s hand that was at the base of my bra he hooked his thumb under and gave it a good YANK with some force and the stretchy material of the bra responded in kind and BOTH the cups popped up and out as he pulled it up baring my tits. (in his mind thinking - GOSH , been waiting for this moment all this time).

As my hands are free anyways, impulsively I brought them forward pushing uncle off me and pulled down the bra cups quickly, and as he broke free , still gasping I managed to say ‘ NOO Noo Uncle NO’ and as minister tried to pull the petticoat down further, as the strings were still securely tired in place, my wide hips were stopping him pulling it down any further. Losing interest, swiftly he focused himself back on to the navel and carried on playing with the ice cube taunting me more and even though I pushed uncle back, he was still behind me, so he gently held my hands as he kissed my head whispering, ‘Shhh shhh its OK’ and soon I had the familiar pattern of pleasure waves welling form within as Minister pulled the ice cube off and started licking the remaining whiskey and drilling hi tongue deep inside my navel as I moaned ‘uuuuuufffffffffff’ and fell back on uncle’s lap as fresh more intense moans emerged from me.

Uncle playfully squeezed my tits over the bra now, even as I tried pushing his hands off a few times but gave up as minister was at his best, his tongue was working expertly overtime even as his thumbnail was lazily scratching my pubic hair driving me wild and as I moaned through, just as uncle began gently pinching and tweaking my nipples over that thin bra and as Minster’s tongue was swirling like a deep sea drilling machine, in its explorative mission to find oil!!! And Oil it did find indeed, a huge volcanic eruption that was slowly building as it has been surfacing in smaller waves all this time, unable to contain the pressure of the intense pleasure being administered, exploded from within me, as I moaned aloud and right in front of them for their viewing pleasure shuddered and shook interminably for what seemed to be forever as I had the BEST CLIMAX ever beating anything else that I have had in the past with thousand bursting fireworks all exploding inside my head all at the same time as I spluttered and gasped and screamed as they both looked at me totally amazed.

I gradually settled with smaller and smaller spasms after what felt like almost a whole minute or may be even more as I slumped on uncle’s lap, holding his hand on my bra, limply and dared open my eyes a slit, as I felt like fucking dying right there in shame. Minister kept licking for a few more moments as he saw me open my eyes, he knelt up and playfully stuck his finger back into my now very wet navel and as my whole body was still going through the hyper post-orgasmic sensitivity, that little poke was enough for me to Jump up sitting, with a high pitched short scream and at the same time pushing away his hand from me and as I sat up on the sofa for the first time in a while now, I was still huffing and puffing and my head started spinning a bit now, as I sat up so fast and I am still very drunk. The saree lay on my lap all out of place half the tucks out and the blouse hung loosely around with the mangalsutra now dangling freely over the bra.

Looked up from this side to that with a new wave of shame run through me, I quickly pulled back and hooked on the blouse and stood up and took the saree pleats urgently turning away from them as they both watched me with a lot of interest and as I pushed the pleats into the petticoat and adjusted the pallu and turned to sit, already uncle stood up and gently grabbed my hand and walked to wards the dining table. ‘Come on Vandana, lets have dinner. you must be hungry. Let me drop you home right after. You are in NO state to take an auto now or go by yourself. EEEI PANEER, Come On you too.’

I followed him silently, relieved that he wasn’t taunting me or talking more about what just happened there and quietly served up the plates for all 3 of us and just as I sat, the minister slowly staggered and joined us. The dinner was delightful, yet a muted affair. For all their rough exteriors they were both very sensitive to my emotional state and neither of them spoke about what just happened and uncle quipping an occasional unrelated topic such as the the AC needs replacing as is making too much noise etc. Soon we were all done with the dinner and Uncle washed his hand and went to the door, ‘Come Vandana lets go its getting late for you. let me drop you.’ I silently walked up to him.

Minister shouted, ‘Vandana, please wait. One minute dear.’ Washing his hands he went to the room and disappeared for sometime. Uncle lost patience waiting at the door, ‘What are you doing Paneer? He came out with something wrapped in a newspaper clumsily and taped quickly. The best he could do considering the state he was in. ‘ He came close to us and pulled me closer and quickly hugged me with a big smile and pulling back. ‘This is for you dear. Don’t open it here. ’ Patting my shoulder as I mumbled ‘what is it sir?’ he turned and started walking away, ‘surprise. don’t open it here. ‘ he said smiling as he walked slowly to his bedroom. ‘Thank you sir’ ( he probably didn’t even here it by then) as I turned around holding to what seemed like a big book or a photo frame from the feel of it, followed uncle. He was asking me, ‘what is it?’ Don’t know uncle, he told me to go home and open it. I’ll find out I guess. As I spoke ,we both got in to the back of his car as his driver started the car instantly.

During the course of the 10 minute journey, uncle pulled me closer and put his arm around my shoulder. I didn’t resist too much and he wasn’t also trying anything naughty. Just the physical intimacy was all. While the car sped past, ‘Vandana, something I need to tell you. With this Inspector position, at the Minister’s office, I was finding out what else you can do to improve your career. You are qualified to take on the Marksman training. I have enquired a bit and can hand you the admittance letter for it for the next course in the next 2 months’ time. It is generally reserved for experienced commandoes and officers in Z+ list security, covering VVIPs like the president and PM and generally getting in is very difficult and is reserved for people with lot of field experience already. But I’ll get you in there. You will find it will open a lot of career doors and fast track your progress.’ he said squeezing my shoulder gently. I turned and smiled at him and nodded, ‘Thank you uncle’ feeling truly elated, but just as I was contemplating if I should confront him about what he did today to me. as I could not rub off the explosive orgasm, because of him - he interrupted my thoughts, as if reading my mind, ‘Oh don’t overthink what just happened there dear’, as he carried on rubbing my shoulder gently , ‘no one really planned for this. It all had just happened with the flow. We are all very serious people with serious jobs to do. So, don’t worry thinking that you made a big mistake. And before you think of anything else, Paneer picked you up for this spot purely based on your merit and not because you have lovely tits or a deep navel’ ( he said chuckling , unable to contain his naughtiness even for a bit and I Slapped his thigh HARD this time, over his Dhoti as I suppressed my grin and felt a tiny bit of satisfaction seeing him rub his thigh wincing in pain but laughing still). ‘That’s what a dirty mouth deserves uncle. Right? ’ (raising my hand mocking If I should slap him again, laughing) as he put his free hand up in a surrender, but slipped his other hand on my shoulder to give my boobs a quick squeeze and pulled his hand out yelling ) ‘TIT for tat’ I mean - this (pointing at my tits and laughed again) Sorry vandana, you are so beautiful that naughtiness is naturally overflowing when I am talking to you. ( he complimented me while apologizing as I pinched his thigh properly this time, for much longer letting him wince in pain, before letting go and ended up giggling seeing him wince and rubbed his thigh breifly as if to soothe the pain.

The car had just reached my apartment and I got out waving and just before he left he shouted from inside ‘VANDANA’ ( i went back and opened the door) and he was handing the gift from the minister, ‘you’re forgetting this’. I thanked him again with a big smile and whispered ‘Thank you for everything. That was amazing today. Good night,’ (again leaving it vague what was amazing I swiftly walked away closing the door, leaving uncle speechless - for once!! As I reached up to the apartment, tired, dizzy and yet excitement washed me down as I recalled yet again in my mind as I slumped in the living room sofa. After several minutes I casually opened the package that was wrapped in newspaper and I was STUNNED to find that it was the smaller version of the same Tanjore painting of Krishna that I was admiring earlier, the jewels of the lord beautifully embossed in real 22 ct gold and even the picture frame seemed to be real gold plated. It was reeking through and through with sophistication as I looked at it for a long long time in shock. It surely is not one of your everyday finds and surely must be worth ton of money as I sat there staring at it in shock!!!

The Promotion - Chapter 9

 The Promotion

Chapter 9

As I reached home, first thing I did as I crashed into the sofa was to call Saroja and I told her to not come for the evening and not bother with the cooking. As the curtains were all drawn down, with the room so dinghy dark , too lazy to go open them up yet, while I spoke to her I reached up with my hand over head and flicked the switch on right above my head as Saroja enquired if anything special is on - the ever so curious! As the lights came on, I just brushed aside the subject and told her I am going out with a friend from college whom I met by chance today, adding ‘She is also living in the same city for years now, how interesting no?’ ( stressing on the SHE) and just as I looked up I cursed ‘OH SHIT’ and Saroja is by now in tune with my language and enquired, ‘what broke in the house now madam?’ and both of us laughed. ‘You know this is bad. You literally read my mind you devil. Yes, the last time I told you a light had gone off in the living room right? there is another two of them next to the window that won’t come on. Not sure who you sent to fix it last time. Can you do it again pleaaaseeee?’ (added a polite nice tone in the end as it was only the last month she took care of it and I wasn’t even there).

‘Oh It’s no problem madam, I will take care of it.’ Thanked her profusely and reminded her to come back as usual tomorrow I hung up and sighed looking at the damn sunken-lights in my living room apartment wondering whoever in their infinite wisdom invented them? Replacing them is not as straight forward as the regular bulbs and I neither had the time nor the patience to buy the ladder or the tools needed to change them. Sighed and got up thinking, at least now its in the reliable hands of Saroja and headed to the bathroom for a shower turning the music on loud but recalling the recent catastrophe with krishna, not taking any chances I stripped down and properly shut the door, had a quick shower and came back out in a properly fitting towel (just in case) and took my time as I raided the wardrobe checking the clock. It only said 6.45 pm and there is a full 45 mins to get dressed and leave.

After rummaging through the rack for proper inners, ended up a bit frustrated as all I had were mostly sports bra and the remaining regular ones either didn’t fit me well or were already in for washing. With a sigh I picked up the lacy type sexy semi transparent bra and panties that I usually reserve for my ‘special’ evening with my husband Ravi when I travelled back to the native town. Quickly wore them on and chose a nice blue Georgette saree that was presented to me by my in-laws for this year’s Diwali and fetched its marching blouse and a white petticoat which matched with the blue of the Georgette. The next 30 minutes vanished in draping the saree and wearing some make-up which is a rarity for me - mind you! And careful to check and double check the saree waistline is high above the navel as I am careful not to send any message as this police officer dresses sexy or anything - in fact, I had never worn saree around here as its usually some comfort fit western outfit or another which is almost always modest.

I was finally done taking the pleats and tucking them in, and was just looking for the saree pins and clips I used to leave in a try somewhere in the house. I looked around unsuccessfully and checking the clock I panicked, as I was running very late already. I rushed out grabbing the savouries gift bag, not minding too much the lack of saree pins as its only going to be a few hours trip anyways. As I climbed down the stairs the old lady downstairs was just coming out of her house and offered a wide smile. ‘Oh Vandana, seeing you in Saree for the first time in all these years! You look stunning’ (and showed a thumbs up). Blushing a bit I added quickly, ‘Thanks Aunty, I do wear it sometimes when I travel back to see Ravi, but yes, not regularly. Thanks for the compliments’ (replied to her in a rush with the same polite smile intact and rushed out). Hailed the first Auto that came and told him the address even as I jumped in. The driver was trying to be friendly and asked ‘are you in a rush madam?’ Not sure why this irritated me, but I snapped, ‘shut up and drive fast now Ok? I’ll add a 50 more to the meter’. He never spoke a word after that, the rest of the journey. To add to my frustration we got stuck in very bad traffic losing valuable 15 additional minutes leaving me seething in an impotent anger at myself. A single line text from Madhavan uncle ‘Where are you?’ after I am 10 minutes late was not helping my mood one bit. Urgently replied him ‘almost there’. Finally, seeing the Bungalow and the plaque saying Transport Minister Paneer Selvam he turned to look at me with an element of fear laced.

Paid him quickly and rushed out and seeing me the Security Guard asked No questions this time and smiled widely ‘Welcome Madam, please’ ! and I nodded curtly with a tiny smile and rushed past him as it was already 8.15 PM when I checked the wrist watch as I cursed myself for not practising enough, and not wearing Sarees on a regular basis, as I underestimated how long it took to wear them. As I rushed past the patio, this time blitzing past ignoring the beautiful roses and the manicured lawn and opened the Main door with a knock, they were both sat in the same sofa in the same places with the same glasses sipping the same whiskey with the same bottle on the teapot. Malathy was arranging food in the dinner table at the far corner. I**t felt to me like this is the practical demonstration for the word DEJA VU !!!!**

As they heard the knocking Madhavan Uncle with his usual antics lifted his hand high up pointing to the wrist watch, ‘What time do you call this?’ shouted with a mock anger. As I stepped in closing the door, flustered and spotted Malathy at the far corner bowing to me and placing the last piece of cutlery on the dining table, offered me a ‘knowing smile’ but her eyes wide seeing me in saree (and her mind voice - BASTARDS All it took was just one day!!) and turned around to them in a loud voice, ‘Sir I will leave then, sir. Food is all served up on the table’ and without waiting for an answer came towards me and yet again put her hands together and bowed politely, ‘Welcome madam’ and went past the door and vanished acknowledging my smile and polite nod back. She didn’t fail to notice the branding of the sweet shop in the bag I am holding in my hand as she left with a smile. Something to fuel her fire!

Closing the door behind with a big thud, as I walked up to them slowly, Good evening sir, Good evening Uncle. So Sorry I am late, got caught in traffic - BUT, I brought you some presents (saying I stood in front of the teapot and carefully placed the boxes of chilli laced roasted peanuts and Almonds and smiled as I stood up) thought you might like it well together with (grabbing the bottle in front of me and read it with some difficulty) your Gle.n..fidditch . They both laughed and Madhavan nodded his head showing a thumbs up and a wide grin and the minister blew me a flying kiss as obviously from his face and the glazed eyes, he seem to be attacking the glass for quite some time already.

Madhavan reached forward and grabbed a handful of peanuts and tasted, sharp in noticing where they are from, not even asking me - ‘OHH you stopped to shop at the Lal sweets. They are best in town. Wah! You have a refined taste. JUST LIKE US’ (saying he giggled looking at me from tip to toe and then at minister and carried on ignoring my squirming while I stood facing them). ‘Hey Paneer, I know you’re drunk, but don’t be such a fool, say something nice to the lady who took extra effort to get herself dressed in a drop-dead gorgeous saree there. come on! ‘ (reaching put punched minister’s shoulder). ‘OHH yes yes dear, Thanks firstly for NOT coming in uniform (and he laughed silly at his useless dry wit) and I LOVE the colour of this saree. It goes with the mood here now, Ignore your traffic, ignore your panic, we are in a trance state and Blue very well reflects that, come join us. ‘ ( he pointed the middle seat of the big recliner sofa, tapping it). It actually impressed me that how even when he is stupidly drunk that the minister is so articulate and clearly grabbing the salient points in his sentences.

‘Ohh , Haha thank you sir, that’s kind of you. (and turning to uncle) and you too uncle, but I don’t want to drink if thats ok. I’ll be happy to sit there but no, not for me.’ Ignoring my remark, Uncle stood up and grabbed my arm and pulled me closer as he sat back. ‘wait wait uncle what are you doing?’ I protested but he casually carried on looking at the minister as I stood next to him. Quite abruptly while still facing the minister, not even looking in my direction he pulled the saree pallu away gently grabbing at around my tummy, ‘What is this Paneer? (letting it go already not wanting another push back from me), did you just see that?’ (as I stood there a bit stunned at that move. ‘She knows you like navels and yet no low hip?’ (saying he turned to face me with all mischief in his eyes’ (naughty bastard I thought looking at him and grabbed his arm holding my pallu with a FIRM grip while turned my face to look at the minister and faking a smile and pressed it real hard that made him wince while I took his arm that held the saree pallu). He laughed hard masking his pain as he looked at me with a different outlook, but as it happened the minister too drunk to notice our exchange started waving his hand pointing towards my waistline downwards several times laughing hard still, as Madhavan joined him Ad libbing - ‘yea our honourable minister says LOWER IT LOWER IT ’ (while rubbing and massaging his very painful wrist)

I tried to shush him, ‘SIR PLEASE’ and turned to Uncle and also ‘UNCLE ENOUGH!!! Not Funny!’ (staring at him) but he droned on louder and louder ‘LOWER IT ....LOWER IT ...LOWER IT’ and minister carried on laughing and started clapping in tune and nodding his head and his eyes bulged wider in anticipation. I felt a rush of shame wash through me as I stared long and hard , a killing-stare at Madhavan, (but as usual he casually ignored it).’ Finally, looking at minister and the relenting to the constant persuasion, ‘OK OK I will, enough of this childish rant’ I screamed and they both became silent and watched me expectantly. Cringing in shame I brought my left hand and hooking the thumb right overt the navel and quickly turning AWAY from them pushed the saree waist line a generous few inches below navel as I knew already these bastards won’t be happy with Just-about, and yet I cursed myself for entertaining them. Just as I turned to face them there was a Loud hoot and a whistle as I giggled along blushing, and it was indeed admirable to see the minister of his stature acting so childishly.

Just then, true to his unpredictable nature Madhavan rose from his seat and patted my bare shoulder, ‘one minute dear, come with me’ with a serious tone and walked away. Confused, I followed him. He stepped over to Minister’s office and came out with the brown envelope. ‘Here, keep it safe. Your appointment order. It was ACTUALLY a challenge to have it prepared before today evening. I hope you will appreciate the effort that has gone into it and I hope you will not disappoint us. ALL THE BEST’ smiling he quickly gave me a hug as I stood in daze and caught in the emotion. All I could manage was a meek, ‘Thank you Uncle, sorry if I had hurt your arm before. I don’t know what came over me. It’s just that I don’t like being touched when I don’t want to be. so sorry’ I apologised, clutching the envelope. He hugged me quickly again (but grinning internally happy to have settled the score and put me back in-debt and raised his respect level bar just as he planned, thinking she is feisty, AND STRONG, one step at a time), and releasing me, ‘We found the right candidate for the job. I am happy for you and the Minister. You just proved there you have the police DNA all over you! Like I said All Good dear.’ (saying he happily rubbed my head caressing my hair gently for a second and turned away and walked on and headed to the seat, already scheming his next move as he rubbed his aching wrist thinking, wait till she is drunk today (with that lopsided smile).

I carried the envelope with welling pride within me, and placed it on the teapot in front of the three of us and noticed the clean empty third glass already placed for me ready as I came around and sat between the two of them slowly. Minister was already munching the peanuts and patted my back appreciatively. ‘ This is very thoughtful of you dear!!!’ and carried on. Uncle smiled and picked up some cashew and while munching filled my glass with the same combination as the day before, filled it with ice. ‘Go on dear’ and raised his glass. Reluctantly I picked mine up, cursing myself for being unable to be stronger than this, to resist their offers and clinked uncle’s and minister held his ready already and clinked it and this time I shouted CHEERS and took a quick sip and put it down, this time no cough or drama as the day before and quickly checking minister that he is away already in a world of his own I turned to uncle and rubbed his dhothi clad thighs coming closer and whispered, ‘Again, SO SORRY Uncle. hope its not hurting too much. It wasn’t my intention. Just came out of reflex. Sorrry’ He patted my thigh quickly (much happier this time) giving it a squeeze while at the same time grabbing the pleats towards him as I turned facing him and him me, ‘No worries dear ...hahahaa.. like I said, it’s all in-the-moment. I Know(rubbing my back gently over the blouse). Who can be mad at someone with such a gorgeous pair. and pointed his fingers openly at my tits’ (and laughed as I blushed and sat back - relieved that it’s business as usual for him).

Few moments passed uneventful as there was an unusual silence while we all took a few sips and it was unbearable for Madhavan and he grabbed the remote and turned it on and as it happened, some music channel was playing some cini songs. ‘Ah good, no context needed, just watch, we can. (laughing and turned to both of us with increased drama in his voice) Unless either of you people are keen on watching National Geographic or Discovery?’ I giggled and minister laughed aloud and the channel stayed on. We were all watching the songs that involved dance moves and navel exposures typically as we carried on sipping and it probably was the longest period of silence as none of us spoke for at leats 8-10 minutes. Seem interminable until minister grunted, ‘what a boring company you both are?’ By now I was almost done with my first glass and rather less inhibited and so coolly asked him, ‘sorry minister, are you saying you are amazing and we are boring?’ and all three of us laughed silly.

As the songs carried on, the minister waived my sarcasm in his usual good-natured, matured way and tried to go for a refill and found the bottle empty and called out, ‘police madam, can you get a new bottle from the cabinet pls?’ I instantly stood up ‘sure sir’ and walked ahead feeling the bottoms of the pleats gracing my steps, confused as to why, but not realising it was down to uncle’s earlier grab and a tug at my pleats as I was apologising while he had his hand on my thigh, (apparently convincing me that it’s all Ok). Nevertheless a bit drunk now to worry about it as I marched on to the cabinet as I lazily pulled up the saree waist line a little bit up as I was literally tripping over it while walking and leaning forward, reading the labels carefully, fetched the right bottle and slowly walked back slightly staggering.

Only during this time I had a chance to see properly Minister’s living room and on the wall there was a massive Tanjore painting of Krishna with spotlights and all focussed on it and the gold lacing on his ornaments all glistening. That painting was HUGE and although I am attached to art but never had a chance to share with anyone I marvelled at it , stood there with the bottle in my hand forgetting myself. For sure, I have never seen a painting of that size made of Tanjore art anyways. I stood there admiring it and the detailing and things and there was a small labeling at the bottom of the frame, as I bent to read it, I felt a big hand on my butt cheeks over my saree and YELPING as I stood up shouting ‘UNCLE’ assuming it was him, the hand gave me left butt cheek a good squeeze and crept up quickly resting on my bare waist. Realising from the towering behind that it was the minister and not the uncle, I protested meekly, ‘Sir please, what are you doing?’ in a whisper as his hand easily slipped inside the pallu from my bare waist and he spoke in his usual booming voice, ‘Do you like it Vandana? Its original from Ravi Varma, but laced with 22Ct gold inlays later on. Must be several hundred thousands worth now - Inheritance’ as he spoke his hand slipped in further and just as yesterday, found the navel region aplomb and his fingers wasted no time crowding around it.

I didn’t figure out yet, if his huge height is an advantage or disadvantage to me yet, but in my slightly drunken state, holding the bottle tight with one hand while bringing the other hand to hold his hand, but gently, cautious also to not repeat another episode I just finished with Madhavan uncle and get on the wrong side of minister. Holding his hand gently, feeling his hand playing around the rim of my navel, I squirmed and leaned further back on to him, sucking my breath, feeling every little touch of his fingers, gasping, ‘SIR plea..a..aas.ee.. ‘ I pleaded in a whisper, quickly looking back, not wanting uncle to find out too what’s going on and he seemed to be enjoying the drink and watching the TV not paying much attention to this corner.

Carrying on the casual exchange minister asked me with the innocence intact as he slipped his middle finger gently into my navel and pushing it in just a little, ‘What please Vandana? tell me no...? Do you like Art or not? clearly from the way you were admiring it I guess you do..’ (ignoring my Jerks and shudders and my widening eyes as I had turned around to look at him as he spoke with me in an embrace from behind. ‘Uhhh... yes sir I like art sir ..please sir...’ (I answered spluttering and gasping holding his wrist gently with both my hands, as his finger started pushing deeper, shaking my head as an uncontrollable wave of pleasure hit me like a jolt as I dropped back on to minister’s towering frame biting my lips and breathing hard.

Feeling my hair brush his face as I shook my head while he fingered my navel, it was the minister’s turn to moan as he took a deep sniff at my shampooed hair and sighed, ‘Ohh Vandana’ and using the opportunity I gently but firmly shook his hand off my tummy and freeing myself away and still breathing heavily, but relieved to have escaped for now and clearly feeling the inner turmoil still of minister’s ministrations on my navel as I sped past him in an urgent voice, ‘I’ll fill your glass sir, please follow along’ and I never thought I would say this, but I was relieved actually to get to Madhavan uncle.

While Minister was languishingly slow, losing his bearings and staring at his crown-jewel painting a bit longer I hissed into Madhavan uncle as I reached him, as he looked at me like ‘All OK?’ I told him, ‘please uncle. Can you help me? Seems like Minister is too drunk. He is not listening to me.’ I tried to put a desperate plea to see if I can gain an accomplice on my side before the evening’s through - as already the last few seconds’ trailer where minster’s fingers tasted my navel, I couldn’t bear the pleasure waves arising and I was adamant within to not let it go too far and end up something horrible like climaxing myself here in front of these guys.

He grabbed and and pulled me on to the couch and made me sit next to him whispering ‘Shhh don’t worry dear, I’ll control Paneer. Obviously you will need to play along here and there.. but I will make sure he is ‘in control’ , leave it to me ok? (he said casually slipping his hand on my thigh and again slipping it inside my saree pleats ever so gently, and with that there intact he swiftly distracted me telling, ‘Ok now refill the glasses dear before he gets back ok? so it all looks nothing astray’ and falling for it, I leaned forward, opened the bottle and started pouring all the empty glasses while he very gently squeezed my upper thigh with the tip of his fingers slipped already into my saree pleats but light enough to make sure its not obvious and making sure I am in a drunk enough state to not realise his actions. His confirmation came along as I sat back refilling the glasses and muttered a gentle ‘Thank you uncle’ turning to him as the minister just made his elephant walk to reach back to the couch and landed next to me and announcing at the top of his voice ‘Ehheeyy Madhavaa, did you know? our Vandana loves my Tanjore painting !! our family treasure. She is a true heart lover , I mean art lover’ saying he squeezed my shoulder over the blouse sleeve gently and letting it go, ‘sorry vandana, had taken the medicine a bit too much today’ and with a laughter he slumped back in the sofa.

I turned to him and then back to Madhavan and nodded to him as if , ‘see this is what I said’ and he pushed himself closer to me with his hand still on my thigh, rubbing it gently he whispered, ‘ssshh... leave him be dear, he will be thoroughly flat in a few seconds, then you can leave home. sorry about his state on my behalf (saying he gently squeezed my thigh while he picked up my freshly filled glass to me, beckoning me to carry on) he started already 2 hours ago from 6 in the evening as his last appointment with the Agri minister was cancelled. He called me to join along but I was busy too, so he went on ahead, using the very rare Friday evening free time. ‘ giving my thigh another gentle squeeze and ruffling his fingers inside the pleats gently, feeling it up, ‘Look at him, can’t blame him. poor fellow, I’ve known him almost all his life but I never envy his post, so much pressure he has to deal with and most of the days he is lucky to get 6 hours sleep in the night’ (he spoke slipping his fingers in at the same time very gently pulling the saree pleats tucks. Oblivious to this, I had responded, sipping more of the ‘soma baana’ of the modern age - the Glenfiddich - getting used to it by now how to pronounce it,) ‘true though uncle - I don’t think I will ever be able to understand the pressure he is going through’, saying sipping along.

Getting just a bit closer to me, still his hand planted on my thigh gently rubbing over the saree, getting his fingers bit by bit closer to my crotch under the frills, as he slowly refilled my glass with the other hand while he smoothly carried on , ‘ Tell me dear ( picking up and handing the glass , even as I refused, as I felt a bit too drunk and tipsy in my head to think straight, placing it in my head, nodding his head) just this and we leave home then after, come on , give me company dear’ saying he clicking his glass to mine the moment I held what he handed over. ‘After I took a few sips he asked gently, ‘Was Paneer was trying to stick his finger in your navel there earlier dear? next to the painting? ‘ looking at my face keenly.

Despite being very drunk I blushed and looked at him and nodded. ‘Why dear, is it like your very sensitive area or something?’ I admitted honestly that I didn’t know and I am still figuring out. He seemed gobsmacked to hear it.

The Promotion - Chapter 8

 The Promotion

Chapter 8

Finishing up my lunch as I was just stepping out the phone rang. Getting in the jeep I picked up the call, ‘Hello Madhavan Uncle!, I was going to call you myself actually now! Thank you SO MUCH , THANKS A LOT for making it happen so quickly, I don’t know what to say’ I was awash with sincere gratitude. I could hear him laugh a lot. After a pause he spoke - ‘You don’t know what to say Vandana? you can start by telling WHAT COLOUR?’ and he laughed and as I pulled the phone back from my ear blushing, I saw the video request pop up. Looked around quickly and the restaurant parking lot was quite vacant, so I laughed along and pressed the accept to open the video call.

‘He was all smiles, he seem to be in his office chair from the background where I could see along with him Gandhiji was smiling on the wall too’. ‘Oh you blushing beauty. Are you Happy dear? Love those cheeks when they turn colour so quickly Vandana’. he said with plenty of affection in his tone as I nodded with the same smile and now in a much softer voice Thanked him again for all his help. ‘Oh that doesn’t change anything. I am still waiting. ‘ he said with a BIG SMILE coming closer to the phone big eyed. I blurted out ‘BLACK Uncle’, laughing. ‘You know you should stop doing this, OK?’

‘Hahaa, its OK Vandana dear, pop off that top button and show the Black beauty properly. Hope you are not surrounded by people? looks like you are in the Jeep. So come On!’ ‘OHH STOP IT Uncle’ I shouted shyly but the grin still plastered on my face. ‘Don’t make me do such things out here. I am at the Sadhana hotel car park. There are people around!!!’ I complained. ‘OH come on, no one can see that up close into your jeep, it will only take a few seconds’ he persisted.

Looked around and finding the car park deserted and having parked facing up the wall provided enough privacy, so scanning outside, I slowly undid the top button, feeling a lot more mischievous and playful this time, lot less inhibited that yesterday and lot a rising excitement within me. The video was capturing my hand undoing the button and I could hear Madhavan uncle breathing heavily into the video and just as I was about to pull the shirt aside to show the shoulder strap he quickly interrupted. ‘OH Come ON! be a doll, pop another button no please? ’ when I pulled the phone to my face and screamed into it with my eyes half shut in shame , ‘WHAT?’ accompanied by an embarrassed giggle, Madhavan caught on, realising I am not mad but just shy, so decided to persuade me.

‘OH come now Vandana! After all the express help I did, going out of the way for you, don’t you think its fair I am treated with JUST a little bit more? How do you think those commendations got pulled in your promotion letter? Why do you think Pandian is suddenly on Stress leave today? (I looked back at him astonished at the level of influence he has) haha come on. ONLY if you wish. No pressure. They say generally ‘All good things come in Three, but sometimes they also come in PAIRS!!’, he said chuckling pointing at my Boobs. ‘OH You are downright Naughty Uncle.’ I said blushing furiously now even as my hand slipped down and was toying with the second button contemplating whether it should come off or not. ‘And you know what? I was talking to my father yesterday and by chance mentioned you. He did NOT have nice things to say about you, when you are around ladies’ , I added still blushing. He relished my red cheeks and praised openly, ‘Oh I LOVE it when you are so so shy Vandana. I am not sure what made Murugesan pass such comments. Have you seen misbehave with you till now? I may be naughty but I CARE for you really.’ approached the sentimental angle and suddenly smiling again. ‘Come now, just one button more and few seconds. Make my day, just as I made yours dear! ‘

Even as he was saying that I had already popped off the second button and the shirt is wide open now showing my cleavage generously and my mangalsutra, just the thin thread to not impede with work has been gliding down the valley and the upper section of the generous 34C cups of the black sports bra all of it came into view as I lowered the phone slowly. As I held the phone I could see Madhavan uncle’s eyes go wide and mouth agape as he whispered, hold it still right there.. WOW.. as he relished at the sight of my chest heaving as I breathed faster too, feeling as excited as he was and scanned out through the windows and spotting the main gate security walking towards my direction in the rear view, I quickly pulled the shirt back and buttoned up, even as he was telling me to HOLD IT STILL.

‘WHAT? What why did you?’ he sounded confused but I urgently added. ‘Sorry Uncle, someone’s coming near the car. I need to go.’ But before I disconnected he interrupted me. ‘Hey Vandana, THIS IS NOT the main reason I called dear. Although I loved every second of it. (giggling) There is something important I need to tell you. You need to come back again to Paneer’s place today at the same time to pick up your Appointment Order. It’s not ready yet, but will be in the afternoon. Its for your posting as Security detail at his residence. I am still working on moving the papers to expedite Baskar’s transfer order - Minister’s current police escort who has requested to move back to his home town. Clear? don’t be late, 8PM? and DO NOT come in Uniform. Firstly its unofficial and secondly you are in between postings as of now already, so there is no official requirement for you to be in. He carried on seeing me nod attentively and blurted out, ‘SURE Sure Uncle I will do that. I’ll be there sharp 8PM.’ As I nodded with a smile he finished his closing sentence - ‘When I said something nice, I am not going to ask you particularly this or that. To me NOTHING will be great too, (laughing loudly as I protested UNCLE!!!!) but saree would be a great choice if you can manage. Will be nice to see you in a more pleasant attire than this uniform for a change. Even as I was telling him OK Uncle I’ll try, he ended the call with, ‘Ok dear, work calls. See you later. (and with a smile) BTW, Thanks for sharing the amazing view but it was RUDELY interrupted, so it doesn’t count at all’ (and seeing me cringe and turn red again, he laughed waving at me, ‘Tell your dad I am the good guy here - making you FEEL GOOD na?’ , laughing more he disconnected the call.

I sat staring at the phone for a while, stunned by how it went and put it away started the engine chuckling. The Security guard came to the window and stood next to me, I rolled it down and barked at him, ‘ WHAT DO YOU WANT?’ , He was taken aback by the threatening rude tone and stepped back actually and said apologetically, ‘Sorry madam, I saw you step in the car a while ago and you hadn’t left. Just came to check if everything is alright.’ I sighed, surprised at my own outburst and not even bothering to reply to him checking at the rear view I pulled the jeep in reverse and waved at him quickly and sped out of the car park. As I slowly drove back to the station my mind wandered back to what Madhavan told me about making those pending commendations official and making those reflect in the promotion and wondered what he or someone from the Minister’s office told Pandian that stressed him so much that he called in sick today. Feeling a new rush of gratitude, I pulled over at the well renowned sweets and savouries shop in the city and purchased a box of sweets and some nice selection of hot savouries and remembering their drinking habit, also bought a big box of chilli roasted Peanuts and cashews’ ./ As I stepped out, I thought ‘this will be certainly appreciated’ and chuckling went back to the station thinking, still unable to believe that this is the last afternoon there.

I didn’t quite like anyone much there, so didn’t go around telling everyone and spent the rest of the afternoon, taking my personal stuff and files and things bit by bit back to my jeep not making it suspicious and slipped out of the station, just as how a freshly caught fish would slip out of someone’s hands - and JUST as how that fish would feel, if it managed to jump back into the water, I felt overjoyed too, disappearing away from there, as I drove back home - looking forward to a definitely more promising future ahead, my mind already planning on career progressions and what exams to take and what additional martial arts trainings I can sign up for etc.

As I was lost in my dreams and was turning right at the signal as it turned green to get back home, a guy in 2 wheeler sped through his red signal and managed to break Just in time to avoid hitting the front fenders of the jeep, but lost control and slipped and fell on the floor with the Bike. Shocked by the suddenness of it and angered by how recklessly the chap ignored the red, I jumped out fuming and just as he got up SLAPPED HIM REAL HARD and blared at him at the top of my voice, ‘WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR HELMET? ‘ and as he stood, not even fully recovered yet from the shock of falling down with his elbow graced and bleeding a bit, he was doubly shocked by that STINGING slap as he was mumbling Sorry madam, shaking all over. In the corner of my eyes I saw the traffic police came running in our direction, but before he even could make it I slapped the youngster real hard again, ‘CAN’T YOU SEE THE RED? RASCAL. YOU ALMOST RAMMED INTO MY JEEP AND ALMOST GOT YOURSELF KILLED’. Now almost pissing his pants he was trembling.

Just then, the middle aged police came running to me, ‘whats the problem madam?’ I turned to him and abruptly blurted out , ‘Book him Sir. No Helmet, Ignoring the red light and almost rammed into my Jeep.’ , still seething in anger. Seeing my bad temper, the traffic police lowered his voice, ‘sorry madam, I will deal with this, I think you were going somewhere urgently. please cool down and carry on madam. I will take care of this.’ Calming down, realising I am causing a scene and as I saw some passers by started pulling their phones out to record, I smiled at the traffic police to diffuse the situation and told him. ‘Thank you sir. Teach this rascal a lesson, so never in his life he should think about jumping a red signal’ saying not waiting for him I sat in the Jeep. I was a bit amused to see him stand in attention and salute me as I drove off. That bemused me actually and as I was getting closer to home, I was reflecting on the 2 incidents today where I lost my cool and slapped people which is quite unlike me - Am I doing this overcompensating for the other new events that are also taking place in parallel (in my mind , flashed the naughty smiling face of Madhavan uncle coaxing me to unbutton)

As I reached home, soon other thoughts filled my mind, such as what to wear and how to get there etc. thinking about the big evening ahead of me and was actually quite excited to think that I will be receiving the appointment order for the new position today.

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.

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.

The Promotion - Chapter 5

 The Promotion

Chapter 5

As I stood at the edge of the well lit patio, marvelling at the beautifully planted row of rose bushes with different coloured roses and a lawn that is manicured with great care, the main door made of best quality Teak wood opened with assured heaviness and a plump lady beckoned me in, ‘please come madam inside. Minister is expecting you. He will join you shortly. I nodded politely and stepped in, guessing she must be the house help here, guessing from her dress. As I sat in the big sofa waiting, I heard a booming voice, ‘Malathi? Is the Dinner ready?’ and I turned around to see a towering figure of Paneer slowly climbing down the stairs. He must be easily 6 ft 2 and heavy built, with a jovial ‘people-friendly’ face, helping him win elections with ease. He had oozing charm as I smiled at me genially, registering surprise in his face.

‘If Madhavan hadn’t showed me your picture, I never in a million years believed you are our Murugesan’s daughter. Wah!!’ coming closer to me as I stood up like a spring and greeted him with a poilte smile, nodding happily. Yes sir, it was a pleasant surprise meeting Madhavan uncle at the court house yesterday. Thanks for making time to see me.’ He immediately slapped my back over the shirt, ‘Don’t be silly. your father has taken care of me, worked hard day and night during our lean times. This is the least I could do as a pay back for him. Patting my back again and pressing my shoulders with both his hands.’ Take a seat, I will come now.

He slowly walked across the living room, towards the grandly decorated liquor cabinet and poured himself a large glass of whiskey and slowly walked back, dressed in his sleevless vests and lungi, obviously done with any pending work. As he sat right next to me he just remembered and shouted, ‘Maalathi, can you fetch the file that I placed on the office desk, the yellow one’ and turning around casually tapped my upper thigh, not minding one bit, in a manner of speaking, ‘Then tell me , how are things? I heard you are at the same posting for 5 years, giving my thigh a gentle squeeze, ignoring my squirm and shifting and slipped his hand off just as Malathy walked into the hall with the file. ‘Put it On the table and you can leave. Dinner is on the table right? I will serve myself. You can go.’ pointing to the teapot in front of him to put the file and dismissing her with a tone of authority which I had seldom seen even within the force with many high ranking officials so far. Made me think he is at this level not by fluke.

‘Sir yes sir. That’s what I came to talk about Sir, and as I started giving my version of the events, detailing every single point, he grabbed the file and scanning the pages again, reading carefully, while half-listening to me too. Finally putting the file away, taking a big swig of his scotch, turning to me, ‘I understand Vandana. So, is there any problems in the station too? There must be more than just laziness if some police officer is actively stopping you from having your promotion. tell me.’

I looked at him long and hard, shocked at how perceptive he is in picking up the subtle vibes. ‘Uhh yes, that as well sir. I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to complain about a fellow police officer to you on his conduct. That’s why I chose not to bring it to you sir. He has always been passing dirty sex remarks and touching me here and there with wrong intentions sir.’

As I said it, Ironically he patted my thighs as a show of solidarity muttering, ‘some people can be real nasty. clearly he doesn’t want to let you go so he can carry on doing what he gets away with doing to you. You don’t even have to tell me the details. (squeezing my thigh gently. ) Leave it with me Vandana. I will take care of it. Are you OK getting promoted to anywhere in the state? or you prefer to be in the same city? ‘ he looked at me sharply as he asked with his fingers still lingering around my upper thigh as he spoke, while his face looking dead straight into my eyes locking eye contact properly , making it unsure for me to read his intentions. At the moment they seem well intentioned supportive touches so I chose to give the benefit of the doubt and carried on, shuffling around uncomfortably with his hand on my thigh over the trouser lingering , pressing and squeezing me as he spoke.

‘Oh thank you sir. thanks a lot. I prefer if it is in the city sir. I am already away from family, and my husband, I don’t want to move to another small town and lose any career opportunities as well too sir.’ Squeezing my thigh nicely now... ‘WHAT? are you married? and are you living alone? why can’t your husband come here?’ taking his hand away to fetch the glass leaving me for now.

‘OH he has his own grocery shop in the native town sir. that’s why. I go visit him once a month’ .Hmmm.. are you not missing him? missing all the action’ ? He asked seriously, coming straight to the point, not mucking about. Taken aback by the directness of the question I stayed silent for a while. Then seeing that he is waiting for an answer, ‘ Sir yes I do miss him, but what to do sir? Job and career are also important right’ , (tapping my upper back appreciatively as I sat at the edge of the sofa) ‘hmm.. it’s very difficult to see someone as motivated as you are, these days dear. I will do all I can to help. Come and See me tomorrow OK. same time. I may have something’

‘Ohh thank you very much sir.’ I stood up as he looked up at my figure appreciatively and commented, ‘No wonder Pandian does not want to let you go’ I immediately blushed but nodded curtly not knowing how to respond to that ‘matter of fact’ statement, as he turned around to his scotch indicating I am dismissed as his phone rang and he picked up waving me off.’ Just as I slowly retreated, I found Madhavan uncle just stepping inside the house. I nodded and smiled at him as Minister was busy on the phone. He signalled me to wait. I came along with him and waited for the minister to finish his phone call while Madhavan meanwhile, helped himself to a glass and sat in the far end of the big sofa, pointing the middle seat to me. I sat there and waited for the phone call about someone notifying the minister about the possible Bandh planned the following week and he was barking instructions and was done with it and took a big gulp of his drink frustrated , shouting ‘idiots’ and waved at Madhavan.

As he recomposed his thoughts he looked back at me, ‘sorry for driving you away abruptly’ then turning to Madhavan carried on, ‘Oh you didn’t seem to mention about Pandian in the station being inappropriate to her’ and went on to elaborate at that subject in a bit more detail while I sat there in the middle squirming, and as usual, as he spoke his hand planted on my thigh and gently rubbing it. I looked back at Madhavan who was not even looking at it and listened keenly paying full attention to minister when he spoke.

Then he turned to me and with a smile, ‘I may have an idea for this Paneer. BUT as always my solutions come with a price. ‘ with that naughty giggle he switched tack instantly, ‘tell me is it Yellow like I asked you to?’ making me blush and both of them laughed at that and minister asked him, ‘what is this yellow business going on? and why is she suddenly super shy?’ he asked eagerly, patting my thigh. Madhavan added with a chuckle, ‘its ok vandana, its only for general knowledge!’ making me roll my eyes and grin. But I nodded back at him eventually, ‘yes it is sir, luckily i had something in yellow’ ( i admitted realizing my cheeks are on fire literally).

‘OH then do show me? what’s the point of just saying it?’ , I turned to look at the minister with uncertainty. ‘Oh ignore Paneer. He has seen the full range of rainbow colours in his life time,’ chuckling along. Minister replied with open palms , ‘ I am still not following this subject, but seems something naughty’ he laughs as he carried on with his drink. Finally I sighed and turned to face Madhavan fully and pulled my shirt collar aside fully as much as I could and showed the shoulder strap of the bra. He came closer and squinted and pretended that he is unable to see it properly and quickly lowering his voice, ‘undo that first button and show it properly no? so I can see the colour’

Staring at him in utter disbelief for a while left with indecision on what to do, whether to storm out while I have a chance or getting dragged in deeper. Just then something happened that made me SQUEAL and jump from the sofa. Minister had bought both his hands to my hips as I sat facing away and poked with his fingers DEEP on both sides at the same time, making me squeal and jump out of the sofa as both men laughed at my overreaction. ‘OHH this I didn’t expect, minister said putting his hand up. sorry’ as he chuckled he carried on with his drink.

‘Sorry sir, I am ve..erry ticklish’ , I admitted standing in front of him, sheepishly as they both watched me Fascinated. ‘Wow your husband is missing a lot of things by not being with you’ he commented with an honest feedback, making me feel sad too in an instant. Madhavan cajoled me to sit back again grabbing my arm gently pointing at the seat and I came back and sat again turning to minister with a polite request, ‘but please sir don’t do that again’ with a shameful grin which made him laugh heartily.

‘Anyway, now time for some action Vandana, come one undo the top button and show me properly and I’ll describe the idea that just came to me. alright? Like I said dear, you can trust me and Paneer here dear, both of us will not cross our limits. More than me, paneer has his reputation to worry about, he can’t just go having a good time with a sexy police officer like you ok? so give us some credit OK?’ he sounded hurt, even as I looked at him dumb founded thinking, did he just openly called me sexy?

From behind Paneer patted my shoulder, ‘so are we going to wait endlessly or what?’ and chuckled. ‘with a barrage of verbal pressure from both sides, I relent and slowly undid the top button and pushed the shirt out wider showing a large portion of my yellow sports bra strap and he quickly came forward to take a peek in and he got what he wanted, a glimpse of the upper part of the bra cup as he sat back satisfied with a big smile. ‘OHH Just want to make sure the cups are of the same colour too. she is not lying paneer. I will share my plan, listen now both of you.’ Paneer stopped laughing and put the glass back on the teapot and folded his arms and listened studiously , while I quickly secured the button back, blushing furiously.

Madhavan carried on, not minding my reactions one bit. ‘So Paneer, if getting Vandana an urgent transfer is going to be difficult then we have your security detail right ? Inspector Baskar. I just found out that he has applied for transfer to his native place citing family reasons too. So, we can let him go woth immediate effect and bring our Vandana here ‘temporarily’. This will be an immediate promotion for her too, as one has to be at least an Inspector grade to handle the security detail. While she is here taking care of you, (laughing seeing me blush patting my thigh ) sorry I mean... taking care of your security for a few months, you can push for her transfer to a posting in a Key station of her choice within the city. This way everyone is happy. WHAT SAY? ‘

Minister seem uncharacteristically excited as he openly whistled and applauded, ‘Madhava, there is a good reason why you are my wing man’ then looking at me patting my back, ‘Are YOU OK with this idea dear? This is all assuming you like to work with us?’ he asked with a sincere and serious face. I felt on the one side, so relieved to be getting out of the dreadful B2 station and also the news of immediate promotion sounded heaven, as this meant salary increment, benefits etc too. Besides, Security detail work load is lighter too while I can focus on honing other skills for career progression while I waited out. Except that there is this big uncertainty of having to tread carefully with Minister and Madhavan uncle. I thought through and came to a quick decision and nodded a YES with a bright smile and immediately found myself jumping again from the sofa as Minister in his excitement poked my hips again making me squeal ‘ SIRRRRRRR STOP DOING THAT PLEASE’

Madhavan laughed and added, ‘OH I should tell you, If I like your (pausing for the right words then looking up) WHAT’s hidden behind your Badge, Paneer here is crazy about what all our south heroines show off when they dance in the songs’ It was diplomacy lingo at its best and yet it reeked naughtiness through and through as I stood facing them both cringing. ‘Good to know sir. but useless General Knowledge for me’ responded back with as much sting as I could muster, but it came through quite weak. ‘if there is nothing more, can I leave now sir pls?’

Madhavan persisted, ‘What’s the rush Vandana, have a glass with us and go. Lets celebrate the new DEAL. what say?’ Paneer pitched in, ‘Oh yes, where are my manners. I should have asked you a long ago. Have you tried Alcohol ever before?’ as always sensible questions are Paneer’s forte. I thought for a bit, pondered if I should tell the truth or just lie. Madhavan picked up on it, ‘OH you think so long. surely you must have then. when was it? during college or recently or when?’ I smiled and nodded, ‘I sometimes have a glass of wine to have that feel good factor sir when I am too stressed at work or had a particularly bad day at the station with Pandian sir. And yes, first exposure was here at the city college when I studied in the hostel.’ I admitted truthfully, but added quickly, ‘but I am fine sir . I must get going anyways. I should be here again tomorrow at the same time to get the confirmation of what you said sir? ( walking away already towards the door as I turned and asked)

Oh in that case you SHOULD have a round with us both to celebrate the ‘deal’ insisted Madhavan uncle and Minister stood up himself to fetch a glass from the cabinet, even as I vehemently protested, ‘SIR no no please don’t insist. I was just being truthful, but doesn’t mean I want to drink now’ I added desperately, but I was just plain ignored as he also walked up to the fridge and brought the ice cubes tray and poured it in lovely looking the flash for it on the teapot which I had failed to notice until then. Madhavan literally grabbed me by my forearm, gently though and ushered me to sit with them in the middle as before. ‘I will let you go Vandana if you say you have something more important to do than being with us?’ he posed that question and looked at me back seriously. I shifted uncomfortably, ‘Not like that sir. It’s just not proper.’

Minister bellowed pouring a good measure of the whiskey from the bottle handing it to me to hold, ‘OH hell with the formalities. Don’t suddenly become Police lady now, for us you are always that ever green Vandana. Look at what you are holding, thats a very expensive scotch. Have you seen it before? Time to enjoy some quality, Madhan was telling me you needed an upgrade of your Uniforms. Why not upgrade everything? I am sure whatever you secretly enjoyed with your friends in the past in your girls hostel is not even close to this.’ saying he patted my back and poured a measure for him too leaving Madhavan to help himself. As I heard him mention about the uniform upgrade and I turned back to stare at Madhavan, sending him daggers with my eyes. He put his hands up apologetically and smiled and in a low voice, ‘ Sorry Vandu, I was giving a thorough background about you to our dear minister. Hope you are not mad at me for more than 3 seconds’ he said smiling. After 3 seconds I smiled at him back seeing how hopelessly naughty he is. Patting my thighs he happily poured one for him too and they both raised their glasses. Reluctantly I picked it up too and clinked as Minister said, ‘To our new Security detail - INSPECTOR VANDANA’ and I nodded and smiled happily, even as using the moment, Madhavan rubbed my thigh quickly cooing along ‘Cheers’. Taking a sip, I spluttered and coughed and they both laughed heartily. I sensed that this is a slow slippery slope that I am walking myself into, but nevertheless something in me pulled me forward.

The Promotion - Chapter 4

The Promotion 

Chapter 4 

As I said ‘Hello Uncle’ the voice on the other side sounded excited and high pitched. ‘Lets go green’ laughing. ‘Stop it uncle’ I said blushing. You still hadn’t forgotten it no? it was just a small peek and you are making a big issue. you said you have some news ?’ He was not in any rush to get to the point as I asked him nervously. ‘You said you are living in your apartment by yourself?’ when he heard a yes, ‘then why not switch on the video call? Its better face to face, seriously’ without waiting for my confirmation, he sent an accept video request.

Cursing him silently, adjusting my T shirt quickly, I turned on the video and smiled at him with a plastic smile. He was having a glass of what looked like some expensive whiskey in his hand and as he saw me he raised the glass. ‘All good news only dear, be patient hahaa otherwise will I call you at this hour to disturb if it’s not important? tell me?’ As I nodded, ‘sorry uncle’ I felt cornered a bit and felt a bit like Krishna a few mins ago.

‘Ohh it’s all good news and arranged, but what do I get in return for sharing the details to you?’ he asked laughing. ‘Oh what do you want uncle?’ I asked back innocently, not liking the way this is heading one bit. ‘Oh I see you changed into something white from khaki. (pointing at my loose T shirt). Tell me, Is it still green inside?’ he asked chuckling. ‘UNCLE’ I shouted back getting annoyed. ‘Stop this kind of dirty talk please. I don’t like this one bit, if you cannot help me please tell me straight away!!’

‘Ohh don’t be so angry vandana. It was a simple question. Is it still green inside or not?’ (he persisted testing how far he can push me). I sighed deeply trying to compose myself and thought for a moment seriously to disconnect the call. Then gritting my teeth I said, ‘No uncle it’s light blue now’ ( i can feel my shoulders slump even as I admitted such intimate detail to him and can see him raise his glass to me one more time.) ‘AAAH this is nice!! just what I like, some cooperation is always good dear!!’

‘So can I have the details now uncle?’ ( i asked exasperated). ‘Almost dear. prove it to me. show me the proof and I hand it to you in the plate’ he said coolly without skipping a beat. ‘UNCLE, do you even remember you’re talking to police?’ I asked incredulously. ‘OH I know the dear. Fully know that and I also know your situation fully. so take it or leave it. this is my offer.

Weighing the options, clearly not wanting to go back to B2 station any longer than I had to and face that horrible inspector, I chose to put up with this nonsense, hoping it’s temporary. ‘Alright, Uncle.’ saying I quickly pulled the T shirt at the shoulder, showing the thin strap of my blue lacy bra, a comfort wear I chose to wear for that night, actually thanking my stars really. If it wasn’t for the events earlier today, I sleep most nights with just the T shirt and no bra. Thankfully it wasn’t today.’

His eyes went wide. ‘OHHH this one looks much nicer compared to what I saw in the morning. Anyway dear, what it holding up and covering, they are so lovely too vandana’ ( he said with a crude laughter) ‘IS IT OK uncle? satisfied? (forcing a smile as I let go of the T shirt and carried on). Can we get back to more important things?

Immediately switching gears he carried on, ‘Oh yes sure dear. I spoke with Paneer ( referring to his long time friend , the transport minister Paneer Selvam) Told him your situation and even showed your picture. He is keen to help you, you know how kind hearted he is. So, I have arranged for an appointment tomorrow evening after 8pm when his official schedule finishes. Can you meet him at his residence at around 8pm?’

‘Ohh sure Uncle, thanks a lot for arranging this. I will be there.’ (nodding enthusiastically). ‘Oh by the way, I took the liberty of pulling out your files and records and have sent it already to paneer. He should have it in his desk for review tomorrow. In any case, bring a copy on your side OK?’ As I nodded, ‘Oh I noticed there were 3 commendations mentioned but nothing became official, WHY IS IT?’

Feeling greatly relieved that the injustice done to me is being noticed I quickly recounted how Pandian is actively blocking my promotion and uses it as a leverage to get work done in the station for free while he sits around happily waiting for his retirement the next year or the year after but careful to omit his sexual advances, thinking I will reserve it to the minister directly.

‘Anyway, noted down dear, I will have another chat with Paneer tomorrow and mention about this as well. We should be easily able to help you. Don’t worry dear.’ and just as a joke he mentioned, ‘Dont forget, tomorrows colour is Yellow, the colour of Sun. I WILL CHECK.’ Seeing me blush he laughed aloud, ‘just kidding dear, wear whatever colour you have, but I will check still’ laughing yet again seeing me cringe. ‘Alright , ignore my naughty talks dear. you can trust me dear. Good night OK?’ Not waiting for my reply he disconnected.

I lay back on the bed and recalled the turn of events, all of it that happened in a single day and it was too much for me to make sense of them all at once and while deep in thought I slipped into sleep not even aware of it. The 6AM alarm rudely woke me up as I got ready to face another day at the B2 station, hoping that the evening brings better fortunes for my career.

At work it was a languishingly slow day to pass as I was already thinking all about whatI should be telling the minister etc. and my thought process was interrupted by ‘Tea madam’ and I checked the clock, it was 11AM already. Keep it on the table Krishna, I replied preoccupied. He placed the tea next to me and leaned closer to me quickly and whispered. ‘They look gorgeous madam even from this angle. I can’t just get it out of my head. please show me just once more no?’ and not even waiting for my reply as I turned around to look at him in utter shock, he already rushed to the Inspector’s cabin with the Tea for him suppressing a smile.

I sat there staring at the guts of this boy as he is for sure playing with fire. For some reason, I wasn’t able to feel the same rage and anger I felt the day before with him. I was wondering to myself, ‘Hey Vandana, Are you liking this crap or WHAT?’ seeing him step back out of the cabin as he walked past me he casually rubbed his hands on his chest running over his nipples and bringing it down to his tummy just as he walked past me knowing I am keenly watching him, he hummed the old hit song, ‘One...more...time... tadaaaaa’ and carried on humming as he stepped out of the station.

Part of me wanted to have a word with Saroja about his behaviour, while the other half of me, sneakily enjoyed his mischief as I watched him jump out of the station steps and disappear happily, sowing the seeds of doubt within my head about my own self.

Soon the rest of the day flew past and I left a bit early from work with my case files hiding along with it my own portfolio file, ignoring Pandian’s remark ‘HALF A DAY TODAY ? Do you have some modelling assignments?’ I stepped out of the station cursing him reaching home on time to get ready and compose myself and go there to the minister’s home calmly.

Had a quick shower, freshened up and dressed in a fresh set of uniform and despite he only meant as a joke, I actually scanned the wardrobe to find a beige/yellow sports bra and put it on with a smile, knowing Madhavan uncle will definitely ask about it. Part of me was confused as to why I am doing this at all? Listening to Madhavan uncle’s silly suggestions.

As I stepped out and hailed an Auto to Minister’s address, keeping up with the government codes to not use the government vehicle for private use, making sure I play by the book when I am out there to see the minister. I arrived 15 mins earlier than I was asked to come. I just sent off the auto and approached the main gate confronted by the security. He was weary to see police and enquired what this is about and I said personal and he checked inside and let me in happily. ‘Sorry madam, just doing my duty’ apologising politely. I dismissed him politely and stepped in the huge bungalow walking through the patio towards the main gate.