The Promotion - Chapter 11

 The Promotion 

Chapter 11

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As I opened the modestly wrapped newspaper, what I saw there inside was enough to get me seated there shell-shocked for a long while. The absolute beauty of that scaled down version of the same Tanjore painting I was admiring at the Minister’s hallway. As I smiled in astonishment, the baby Krishna smiled back - serenely! We exchanged smiles for a while before I locked it up safely in my Wardrobe - reminding myself to get the full-sized Krishna that I know of, to help with hanging it on the living room wall sometime.

Overcome by tiredness, I stepped into the bedroom and in a rush stripped off the saree and all the rest, dumped it all in the washing machine and felt like a quick shower would do a world of good before heading to the bed and did just that as I felt still very drunk and a dull headache was creeping up too. Reminding myself to never be so silly again, I jumped into the shower and stepped out refreshed as the steaming hot water ‘took care of me’!

Feeling too tired to rummage around for inners, just pulled on a loose yellow T shirt and an elasticated comfort shorts and with nothing else inside, dozed off. I slept so soundly that as the phone rang persistently I sat up lazily stretching to check the time and it was 9.30 AM already, the fact that was confirmed by the blaring sunlight seeping through the window.

Lazily dragged the phone wondering who the hell it is and when it said ‘uncle’ I was staring at the phone with mixed feelings. Sat there with the blanket still pulled up to my tummy as I considered if I should ignore the call now and ring him in a bit when I am properly awoke. 

But as it rang 3 more times, I pressed the ‘Answer’ and before I could say anything , ‘Still in bed? wake up lazy pig’ he said laughing. I laughed back and muttered, ‘Morning Uncle. something important ?’ ( prompting indirectly why the hell are you disturbing me now).

He laughed again and said, ‘You know very well Vandana, I won’t be calling you unless I have something important’ and paused. Sitting up a bit, ‘Ok then, uncle, what is it?’ , adrenalin kicking in a bit. In response he was only laughing big and kept quiet. ‘What is it Uncle?’ I pressed on. ‘Oh you know the routine?’ he said and chuckled. I was beginning to ask , ‘What routine’ but then just realised what he meant sighing I pressed the video call myself, and just as he connected, I realised the state of my dress. In my haste I turned on the video call just then remembered what Uncle would ask next and Uncle saw me biting my tongue.

‘Ohh look at this sleeping beauty . Go on. What colour is it?’ he said laughing. Seeing my face change colour, his eyes sparked, ‘HEYY ARE YOU? Is it what I think it is Vandana?’ he said showing all his 32, laughing big as I shyly nodded my head and added in a demure tone. ‘Please uncle, stop doing this. It’s so embarrassing’, I admitted unable to face him into the camera. With a roaring laughter he said, ‘Oh come on dear. I won’t insist the moment you say you are not having FUN too. Tell me? ‘ he looked back at me with a sudden serious face.

I stared back at him then slapping my forehead I smiled back. ‘I don’t know really WHY I am putting up with this nonsense uncle’ said with a giggle. ‘Ok then. As usual, time to confirm !’ he said as his eyes widened. ‘SIRRRRR... I just told you right? there is really nothing inside this T shirt’ I protested, reddening. ‘Ha, it’s Ok dear, I saw the loveliest pair ever in my whole life, briefly for a few seconds last evening’ he said with a big smile. ‘Can you just give me an under-shirt adventure briefly. No need even to show those amazing light brown nipples’ he said licking his lips. As I looked at him put on his request so earnestly, It already got me queasy between my legs and I realised that I am getting horny too and the damn nipples were beginning to stiffen up as I spoke holding the phone with one hand and another across my chest, casually, just being self conscious.

‘Haha, Ok take it off then, dear’ he said matter of factly. It was my turn to go big eyed. ‘EXCUSE ME?’ he seem unimpressed and carried on. ‘What did you say a couple of days ago when Minister was asking if you get a chance to arrest me? Strip me to my underwear and enquire?’ pausing for the effect looking at me intently for my reaction, ‘Don’t think I forgot those words dear. See who is stripping who now? TAKE IT OFF, I say’ he added as if commanding me, which irritated me instantly. With my anger seething I stared right down into his eyes and as he was saying, ‘I promise, you’ll relish the news I am about to give yo..’ before he could finish off I disconnected the call midway.

Yelled, ‘BASTARDDDD! PERVERTED BASTARD’ to no one in particular putting the phone away shouted covering my face with my hands, ‘FUCK FUCK FUCK, OLD PERVERTED BASTARD’ and as I was done shouting, cursing uncle to my heart’s content, after several minutes I calmed down a bit. His last words before I chopped the call rung in my ears as I justified to myself, You have been liking it too , he was never ever forcing you to do things and its not like you can’t get out of it - as I thought to myself reminding myself of my supreme Martial Arts skills. Then after several more minutes I lay back on the bed smiling telling myself, ‘this is unbelievable. admit it, you find a kick in his naughty requests too. this is nothing like the direct rudeness from Pandian sir’ I told myself smiling. Then lay in the bed staring at the Ganesha poster in front of me at the Bedroom wall for a long while. My mind ruminating also on whatever is its that is SO IMPORTANT that uncle is so confident that its worth my T-shirt I wondered and finally curiosity CONSUMED me.

Then sighed and quickly brought my hands to quickly pull off the T shirt and out of it, pulling the blanket covers right up to my tits sighing yet again, picked up the phone, holding the tucks of the bedsheet under my hands, holding the beige-off white T shirt in one hand, called Uncle again. This time he made me wait and after 8 or 10 rings he picked up and I directly switched to video and before he spoke waved the T shirt in front of the phone, pointing the phone away from me, still very shy, ‘PEACE OFFER Uncle. WHITE FLAG’. I said in a squeaky shy voice feeling so embarrassed as I heard him laugh in guffaws again, his trademark laughter booming through the crisp clear stereo of the phone.

As he was relishing at the sight of the dangling T shirt that was in focus held by the tip of my fingers, he said in a booming voice. ‘Let me consider the offer, but drop it first and turn the camera to you.’ Resigning to the situation, I slowly dropped the T shirt and flipped the phone to my direction, but looked away and in a surrendering tone, ‘Oh uncle, I did what you asked, now tell me’ , in a low voice. ‘Ohh look at that for a sight from a very successful recently promoted Inspector! wow, that Mangalsutra slipping inside that blanket is a THRILLING sight to see’ as I kept hearing him I gritted my teeth and kept focussing on the window that was washing the sunlight in, unable to look at the camera, burning alive in shame. ‘Pull it out of the sheets fully, let me see!’ he shouted almost losing his breath. Sighing, I did as he asked and seeing his reaction made me wetter down there as a fresh wave of pleasure hit me right at the spot.

‘Like I said before, no need to show me those light brown nipples, at least not today, but lower that blanket a bit more OK? and I am not done with the instructions.’ he barked now. Biting my lips I heeded lowering the blanket more almost to the tip of my nipples, breathing heavily as I did, with a GULF of naked tits and cleavage on show. There was silence on the other end forcing me to look into the phone and I saw uncle wide eyed staring at my part exposed tits. Snapping him back to attention, I slowly prodded, ‘Happy Uncle?’ He chuckled in return, ‘Ohh No no no, far from it actually, the prize had gone up since you disconnected the call so rudely’ and with the chuckling resuming he added, ‘what are you wearing below? I want them off as well. Like I said, I will strip you’ he said now properly laughing, but added helpfully, ‘don’t worry, do it under that blanket. get it off.’

‘COME ON Uncle , PLEASE! I am sorry If I offended you by saying I’ll strip you, it was only a JOKE uncle, please don’t make me do this’ I said pleading him. ‘Oh no dear, get it OFF. NOW! and don’t think about disconnecting the call, last chance. I will keep the important message to myself then. It’s your choice, whatever you’re wearing under the blanket OUT of it now! and hang it to me like you did your T shirt earlier. Now! Don’t make me wait too long!’ he said sighing but in anticipation, as he kind of knew I will comply eventually and licked his lips in utter anticipation of getting a married lady strip for him at her will. His Perversion pushing him more as he wanted to see how far I would be willing to go and he sensed that being married but still living alone now should perhaps be stirring things into me, besides what he heard about my husband from myself directly and also from his contacts back in my village was filling him with confidence that if pushed right and pressed the right buttons then she is definitely game. so he was playing his cards carefully always alluring me with ‘something’ important before asking me to do things, thus establishing a pattern and by god, it was working just the way he expected quite beautifully as he was taming the erstwhile feisty police officer and undoing her in stages, reducing her to nothing, beyond his wildest dreams.

I shouted into the phone, ‘You’re a heartless monster uncle. I said sorry’ and seething in anger even as he was responding to me, I pulled my left hand into the sheets and quickly pulled the shorts down as he said, ‘Oh don’t do it dear if you don’t want to, I insist’, even as he said that I sat up, as I kicked the shorts off my ankles and holding tightly the sheet around my chest and dropping the phone to the side and reached forward, moved the sheet and pulled it off my legs and lay back and grabbed the phone and hung the shorts to the phone holding with the edge of my fingers like it’s an untouchable object, but at the same time realising that I am getting so fucking horny myself. ‘HAPPY Uncle?’ I squealed as the phone faced away from me as I held the hand away from my side and focused the phone away from me.

Uncle shouted back, ‘IS THIS IT??? No panty inside’ , Shutting my eyes tight in shame I nodded in the same squeaky voice burning in shame, ‘mmm..hmmmmm’ , He laughed and instructed me to drop the shorts and turn the phone to my face. As he watched I dropped it on the bed next to my T shirt and flipped the phone to face him and quipped again, ‘HAPPY?’ as my voice laced with all the shame of a person who should be naked under the sheets unexpectedly.

I could see him nodding his head heartily and quickly added, ‘small problem dear, I don’t believe you. You may have something one still, just lift the blanket only slightly at your side and show me OK and that will be it! I promise’ , he said showing a Thumbs up! . Freshly cringing I protested, ‘Uncle Pleaasseee’ and he quipped back, ‘Pull it back on dear if you don’t want to play along’ with am innocent face. With a big sigh of frustration and cursing him mentally, Fucking perverted Bastard, but sopping wet at the same time between my thighs as I am hyper horny myself subjugating to this pervert I quickly brought the phone to my right hand focussing to my hip and thigh area and as I carefully looked into the phone what is shown there, I slowly pulled the blanked JUST enough to expose just a bit of the unclothed butt cheeks, thighs and legs and HELD the blanket and the phone and in an anticipating but resigned tone, ‘Happy Uncle? I am completely naked under the blanket!!!’ I squeaked shyly, but even as I proclaimed it, I felt so fucking horny admitting it like that, stating that I am naked as a matter of fact to that dirty bastard and lifting the blanket to expose myself like that and seeing the way he GAWKED at me made me crazy and horny as I bit my lips waiting for his response.

Seeing his reaction brought me a fresh rush of shame and at the same time made me very wet down at my pussy and to my relief he said ‘Thanks dear, now I’ll get to the point. What I was going to tell you is’ and started telling me what it is he principally called about, but the damn door bell started ringing to my nightmare!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He could hear it too and he chuckled ‘Oh someone else there to catch you in your wrong moment for sure..Haha !! Go attend that , I will tell you what I started’ he added in a content voice after having properly mind-fucked me that morning and still his chuckling carrying on, ‘OHH and don’t forget to dress up!!’ hearing the guffaw echo in the phone I seethed, ‘Thanks for the kind advice!!!’ dropping the uncle from my voice just as I dropped the phone, ‘as I picked up and got dressed in a jiffy shoving back in the T shirt and the shorts back on in record time, as the phone was firmly put down facing the bed, just to make sure.

I jumped back on the seat and grabbed the phone and told him, ‘please wait, I’ll be right back.’ Not thinking to disconnect the phone as what he said important was ringing in my ears still and was desperate to find out having gone so far. ‘Haha no rush. I will be right here’ he said waving at me with a smile. I dashed to the door as the bell rang a few more times in the meantime. As I opened the door, I saw the young man dressed in chequered blue shirt and matching blue shirt with a tussled hair and BIG smile with a ‘Good morning madam’. I stood on the track at the door with one hand holding the door, quickly other hand coming to my chest suddenly getting self conscious! ‘KRISHNAAA? what are YOU doing here now?’ not masking the irritation one bit in my voice.

He coolly added, ‘A good morning back would be nice madam’ , Slapping my forehead dressed still in that T shirt and shorts, not having the time for him at the moment, I rushed back inside shouting at him, ‘GET IN and CLOSE the door behind you and WAIT! I am in the middle of a call’ saying I went inside and shut the bedroom door and grabbed the phone. ‘Sir, you still there? Tell me!’ I could see him waving his hand and with a big smile, ‘Calm down dear. Sure. I promise, this will definitely make your day. Just listen up, But do promise you will show me yourself PROPERLY sometime OK? with nothing ON? Agreed?’ He was toying with my emotions, playing my final straw of patience, testing me.

It was all in the speaker and through the flimsy bedroom door Krishna could hear every single bit of it and was ITCHING to find out who I was talking with as he pressed his face to the door and carried on listening. Blushing I brought the phone close to me and looking around for no apparent reason as I was the only one inside the bedroom, lowering my voice, ‘WHAT THE HELL DO YOU EXACTLY mean by that uncle?’ and anger rising from within, my nipples poking through the T-shirt bright as a day, not minding of it at that moment one bit, confronted him. Casually he added, ‘Oh don’t ruin your day now dear. I will pass on the good news to you right away, but promise you will strip me those police trousers and whatever is underneath in MY OFFICE sometime in future and hand it to me? Sounds OK? I fell in love with seeing that bush that peeked out yesterday.’ he was chirping on happily. Krishna’s pulse was racing as he grabbed his trouser already and his wicked mind thinking all kinds of things as he pressed his face on the door pressing his cheek harder than ever.

I was showing uncle a middle finger through the video call as I shouted back, ‘YOU SHOULD BE INSANE UNCLE’ and just realised another person in the house and immediately lowering the voice, ‘OK, but please can we get today’s main purpose of the call dealt with? I have someone waiting in the house, PLEASE UNCLE? ‘ , my voice reduced from yelling to pleading as it progressed. ‘Haha OK sure, listen up dear, I am sure you will keep your promise (assuming I already agreed then pausing.. OK RIGHT? (and seeing me sigh...not even waiting for my nod he carried on), OK the great news is, You will have a chance to get yourself Fucked by your grocery hero tonight actually’ and he paused waiting to see my response.

‘WHAT THE HELL are you talking about Uncle?’ I shouted back cringing in shame. ‘Excuse me dear, aren’t you craving for something to be pushed deep into that puffy thing you have down there?’ he asked in an innocent voice while Krishna was furiously stroking his erection. ‘What do you mean? well yes? (hiding my stammer in my voice quickly) but what exactly is your proposition uncle?’ I asked blushing, feeling bad for being so readily easy to be read.

With a nonchalant shrug he carried on, ‘Oh I was going to tell you, I spoke with the commissioner and extended Baskar’s stay for another whole week so you can go home, have a bit of a vacation and come back and join only the week after. Forgive me if I took liberties on your behalf and you don’t like the impromptu vacation? The last time I checked it’s been quite difficult for people in your cadre to get their vacations approved and the story says Pandian was deriving perverse pleasure in rejecting your leave requests no? Tell me now, is this a good news or a Great news for you? WAS IT WORTH DROPPING THOSE SHORTS AND GETTING NAKED? YOU WILL NOT ADMIT IT BUT YOU WERE ENJOYING IT TOO NO?’ He looked back at me in the phone with a mix of pride and Triumphant smile seeing me blush all over again and quickly added, ‘Oh by the way, I will get the slot for the sniper training too moving the next week while you are away, so that when you are back, you will already have the training dates. Just keep you end of the promise’ he finished his speech while enjoying the RAINBOW of emotions in my face as he went past his speech and was quite satisfied with my reactions.I felt genuinely shocked at first and then a rush of happiness filled my heart as I heard a WEEK’s vacation and nodded along and as he finished by saying he will push along my sniper training papers, I felt so frigging indebted to him, irrespective of the fact that he is a bloody naughty perverted bastard as he is impeccably making sure I progress along and meaning well for me while at the same time properly and slowly mind-fucking me. This is totally new ball-game for me as I am used to only dealing with Black or white , Right or wrong , before and was finding it difficult to get to grasps with the nuances of these things.

One soul who had no such issues was Krishna who has managed to grasp most of the exchange, despite being all muffled behind the closed doors and was getting all hyper. Unknown of his intentions I urgently thanked Uncle with an Open statement saying ‘I’ll think about his proposition’ to which he already toasted with a Thumbs up and a big smile and a nod knowing he knew he has me in his clutches and I am not totally averse to his moves too and decided to leave it at that stage for the day to not risk kill the golden-egg laying goose in one go. In a soft tone he wished me a great day ahead and a great time ahead at my native place and disconnected the call.

Even as I put the phone away, I heard the door thundering and irritated shouted, ‘WHAT NOW?’ , and even as I spoke scurried on to my way to the wardrobe to pick up the scarf I bought from my last vacation and wrapping it quickly around the neck, went up to the door and opened it shouting, ‘WHAAAT?’ and was greeted by the kind voice of Krishna, ‘All OK Madam?’ with his leering smile, making me slap his cheek in a friendly way saying, ‘Why Yess All fine. Go back and sit in the sofa. I’ll be with you in a minute’.

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.