First of all, Thanks for the support, and I apologize for the long gap between the series. So coming to the story, the old readers knew everything that happened. But I’ll say shortly what has happened so far.
So I got an offer from a mid-level company. Due to my stupid activity, I did satisfy myself in the office when no one was there. But one of my colleagues who always hated me used this opportunity. He recorded my video and used me further to get naked in the restroom and to give blowjobs to two workers.
Later he got my ass in the basement and destroyed it completely. This part will be about what happened after that incident.
I’m crying not because of my pain but of how badly he started to use me. I have no way to stop him. Once I was home, I had a quick bath. I went to bed so early and had a great sleep.
The next morning when I got up, there was a reminder message from the company saying, ‘It’s ethnic wear day since we are celebrating the 7th year of the company. We request men to wear shirt dhoti and women to wear saree/half saree.’
The next message was from Ashok, ‘ Bitch, today you won’t need a bra or panty, so don’t wear them. Ignore my message, and you know what will happen.’ That’s it, my day hasn’t even started, and he already has orders for me.
What am I going to do? Do I need to do as he said? Or I wear them? A lot of stuff was running through my mind. I was having a shower and getting ready for the day.
I came out of the shower. I knew he would go to any extent if I disobeyed, so I thought of doing what he wanted. I took a red saree, not that transparent and a matching backless blouse. I started from home. Probably this was the first time I was not wearing any bra and panty in public.
Though I was blackmailed to it, I felt a tingling sensation down my pussy. I was scared juices might be seen. I came to the office building. Before entering the building, I went to the restroom to check my makeup and came to the office. Almost all were stunned to see me in a saree.
I received compliments from every male in the office. Ashok had a wicked smile the entire time. The party started, and the boss began with speeches, cake cutting, and other formal stuff. Then we were all headed to lunch. We were informed that after lunch, we could leave the office.
Before getting into lunch, I was casually having a chat with my friends. By then, I saw a message from Ashok saying, ‘Hey Bitch, I see you’ve been receiving a lot of attraction from every guy in the office. I think you should pull your saree inches below your navel so that all can enjoy more of your skin and navel. I must only receive a positive reply and eagerly wait for lunch.’
I suddenly felt fear and thoughts about what management would think of me. Wasting no time, I excused myself from the crowd. I went to the restroom, dropped the pallu from my shoulders and placed it on my left hand.
Standing in front of a mirror with a blouse on top, I could see my saree had been tucked just above my navel. Holding my saree on both sides, I started to rotate clockwise and anticlockwise downwards till it was just above my public hair. I put the pallu back.
I couldn’t believe the amount of skin I had put on display. I tried my best to cover my navel. But no matter what, anyone could see my hip curve easily. I opened the door and saw Ashok signaling me to come near the emergency stairways.
Entering the Conference Hall, I could feel the lust from every male employee. I slowly went and sat left for Ashok and started to have lunch. Throughout lunch, the room was filled with laughs, and everyone was making fun of one another. On the other hand, my feet were rubbed by Ashok’s leg.
Halfway through lunch, the boss informed us we were planning to watch a movie. But it’s not a compulsion. People willing can raise their hands so Pranav (HR Associate) can book tickets for us. I saw Ashok raising his hand, and he was pinching my thigh.
I understood and slowly raised my hand too.”I’ll accompany you, Madhu” said a female voice. I was happy that I was not alone now. “Ok, Pranav, after lunch, check the ticket availability in the nearby theatre. Give me a call so we will be ready,” said the boss.
Ashok went along with Pranav. In 10 minutes, they informed us that the show would begin exactly in 20 minutes, so please be quick. When everyone started to leave, the boss said he had an important meeting to attend. He completely forgot about it and asked us to continue the show.
Somehow my female friend also said that her mother-in-law was not ok with the movie plan, and she backed out. One way or another, Ashok was happy with all the goof-ups. So finally leaving our boss and her, we reached the theatre. Inside the screen, we had the entire row leaving just 3 seats.
We found college guys sitting there, taking selfies and chilling themselves. Since 2 of us had left, we had space from them and left our helmets there. I sat next to our things, followed by Ashok, Pranav and other employees. The lights were off, the movie certificate opened, and the movie began.
I was feeling a bit cold due to AC. It might be due to my dressing, stares from strangers, or feeling I was the only female in the entire row. In a matter of 15 minutes, Ashok started to hold my hand. Soon our fingers were interlocked, and I knew he wouldn’t accept if I told him to stop.
So I kept quiet and tried to act normal as much as possible. Suddenly TL’s mobile started to ring. He hung up, saying the boss wanted him to send some important files. He apologized that he couldn’t continue the movie further, got the key and helmet and started to leave.
Now having a single seat space from employees and two seats from strangers, everything was going in Ashok’s way. In the dark, no one could see each other easily. He was confidently feeling my hand from wrist to shoulders, and I was too shaken.
He pulled me closer to his side and kept his hand inside the saree. He felt my navel and inserted his finger in my navel, pinching it slightly. The pace increased, and he started to squeeze my belly roughly. I had to control my moan so I wouldn’t draw unwanted attention.
I looked to the left and was happy that none noticed. When I turned to the right side, those strangers quickly turned their heads to the screen. I pushed away Ashok’s hand and whispered slowly to him that we were being watched.
He just smiled and said, “Haha! I don’t care who watches. You are not my girlfriend. You are just a worthless bitch, and don’t be worried about the audience.” He squeezed my belly, exposing my navel out of the saree. I was controlling my tears.
That’s when the lights were on, and it was an interval. He quickly took away his hand. I adjusted my saree, and both stood up and went near our colleagues. Ashok, to act cool, went to buy popcorn. From their talks, I realized the movie was boring.
To escape the situation, I said, “Guys, it’s better we leave the movie now. I would probably sleep in the next half.” A few laughed at it. One guy said, “We will leave now. We can convince the boss that we have watched the full movie, and it’s just an average movie.”
Everyone accepted and took their stuff. I was happy, took my handbag and reached the exit door where we saw Ashok entering. “What timing, my boy! We all have some important work to do. You enjoy the movie. Also, you are the right person to watch these shits. Haha!” said our manager.
Everyone laughed at Ashok. Without saying a word, he walked back to the theatre, and we walked out. I was really happy until I got a message from Ashok saying, “Get inside the theatre, bitch! Or your restroom fun with cleaners will be in our office group.”
I might need some time to post the next chapter, and I am open to suggestions. Please post your feedback or response in the email address I’ve given in previous parts. Thank you.
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