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PART 3 - 06/10/2024

Kareena's eyes widened as she stared at Rohit's erection. She had never seen a man so...ready before. The sight was both terrifying and exhilarating. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his shaft. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

"I want you to finish what you started," Rohit said, his voice firm. "Take my cock in your mouth. Make me cum just like you did with Vicky."

Kareena felt a thrill of excitement run through her as she took a step closer to Rohit.

"Do you want here or we can go in your room," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his.

Rohit considered for a moment, then nodded. "Let's go to my office," he said, his voice a low rumble. "It's more...private."

Kareena felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as she followed Rohit off the set, the crew's eyes on them like a spotlight. The knowledge that she could be cast in his next big web series added a new layer to the situation, one that she wasn't sure she was ready for. But she had come this far; she couldn't back out now.

In his office, the air was thick with the scent of desire and power. Rohit's desk was cluttered with scripts and coffee cups, but the only thing that mattered was the chair he sat in, his cock standing tall before her. "You've done well today," he murmured, stroking himself slowly. "But I know you can do better."

Kareena's eyes never left his erection, her mind racing with the challenge he had thrown at her. She wanted to impress him more, to show him that she could handle anything he threw her way. With a deep breath, she dropped to her knees, her hands trembling with anticipation. She knew this was her chance to prove herself, not just as an actress, but as a woman capable of pushing the boundaries.

But as she leaned in, her mind reeled with the reality of what she was about to do. "Not like this," Rohit said, his voice firm yet gentle. He reached down, his hand cupping her chin and lifting her face up to meet his gaze. "This is about pleasing me and getting a part in my next series."

He stood up, moving to his desk and pressing play on the stereo system. The sound of "Mera Naam Mary Hai" filled the room, the rhythm setting a seductive tone. Rohit leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Dance for me, Kareena," he said, his voice a low purr. "Give me a real show."

Kareena took a deep breath, the music pulsing through her veins. She had never done a striptease before, but she knew she had to give it her all. She began to sway her hips, her eyes locked on Rohit's, her heart racing. She unbuttoned her shirt slowly, one button at a time, her fingers trembling with excitement. The fabric fell away, revealing her lacy bra and the soft curve of her breasts. The director's gaze was intense, his eyes devouring her with each movement she made.

The beat of the song grew more insistent, and Kareena's confidence grew with it. She unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor, her breasts bouncing slightly with the rhythm. Her nipples were hard, peaked with desire, and she knew that Rohit could see the effect he was having on her. She slid out of her skirt, the fabric whispering over her bare skin, leaving her in nothing but her heels and panties. The room was hot, the anticipation palpable as she moved closer to him.

Her hips rolled with the music, her eyes never leaving his, and she could see the hunger in his gaze as he watched her. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly, deliberately, pushed them down her legs, revealing her neatly trimmed mound. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside with a flourish, and stood before him completely naked. The vulnerability was exhilarating, and she could feel the wetness between her legs, a silent testament to her arousal.

"Now, Kareena," Rohit said, his voice thick with desire. "You've earned your reward."

Kareena felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation as she stood before Rohit, completely exposed. She had never felt so vulnerable, yet the power play was undeniably thrilling. With trembling hands, she reached for the waistband of her panties and slid them down, stepping out of them gracefully. Her nakedness was a stark contrast to the professional attire she had worn only moments ago.

"Good girl," Rohit murmured, his voice thick with lust. He gestured to his erect cock, which bobbed slightly in the cool air of the office. "Now, your reward."

Kareena's eyes never left Rohit's as she stepped closer to him, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of his desire mingling with the faint aroma of his cologne. Her heart raced as she reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she took his cock in her grasp. It was hot and velvety, the pulse of his arousal beating against her palm.

With a deep breath, she leaned in, her eyes closed as she pressed a kiss to the tip of his penis. His breath hitched, his hand coming up to caress her cheek as she began to worship him, her mouth moving down the shaft in a slow, reverent motion. She licked and kissed, her tongue tracing the veins that stood out against his skin, her teeth grazing him gently as she took him deeper. The music played on, the beat matching the rhythm of her movements as she pleasured him.

Kareena could feel Rohit's eyes on her, watching her every move with a hunger that fueled her own desire. She took him fully in her mouth, the tip of his cock brushing against the back of her throat as she swallowed around him. Her hands moved to cup his balls, her thumbs rolling them gently as she sucked him with a passion that surprised even herself. It was as if the act of pleasing him had unlocked something within her, a part of her that she hadn't known existed.

Rohit's breathing grew ragged as she worked her mouth over his cock, his hips bucking slightly with each deep suck. She could feel him getting closer to the edge, his hand tightening in her hair as he guided her movements. Her eyes watered with the effort, but she didn't stop. She wanted to give him what he needed, to show him that she was capable of going all the way for this role.

With a sudden jolt, Rohit pulled her head back, his cock glistening with her saliva. "Look at me," he ordered, his eyes burning with lust. "I want to see your eyes when I fuck your throat."

Kareena obeyed, her eyes locking onto his as she opened her mouth and took him in again, this time with more urgency. She felt his hand at the back of her neck, pushing her down, guiding her to take him deeper. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. The pain was a strange turn-on, mixing with the excitement of the moment.

Rohit's cock hit the back of her throat, and she could feel the head of his penis pushing against the tight muscles there. She tried to relax, to take him in further, to show him she could handle it. His eyes never left hers as she struggled, the pressure building in his cock and in the room.

Finally, with a roar of pleasure, he pulled out, his cum spurting forth. Kareena's eyes widened, but she didn't flinch. She knew what was expected of her. She had done this before, with Vicky, and she would do it again for Rohit. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to catch the first rope of cum, swirling it around her mouth before swallowing. It was warm, salty, and she found herself craving more.

Her eyes never left his as she took him back into her mouth, her tongue swiping along the underside of his cock to capture every drop of his essence. She knew he was watching her, could feel his eyes on her, and she reveled in the power she had over him. She took him deep again, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort, and sucked hard, pulling on his cock as she did so.

The sound of his moan was like music to her ears, and she felt a thrill of power as she swallowed his cum, letting it slide down her throat in a hot, thick river of pleasure. When she had drunk every drop, she pulled back, licking her lips with a satisfied smile. Rohit's eyes were half-closed, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his orgasm.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand still tangled in her hair. "Now, clean me up."

Kareena's heart raced as she took his now-softening cock in her mouth once more, eager to comply with his command. She licked away the remaining traces of cum, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. Her eyes never left his, her own desire reflecting in their depths as she cleaned him meticulously. She felt a strange sense of pride, a satisfaction in being able to bring him to climax so completely.

As she sat back on her heels, Rohit's hand fell away from her head, and he sighed contentedly. "Very good," he murmured, his eyes half-closed. "You've proven yourself more than capable."

Kareena couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. She had never done anything so bold, so raw before. Yet here she was, on her knees before the director, her face a mask of his desire and satisfaction. She took a moment to catch her breath, her eyes lingering on his softening cock. It was still beautiful, still powerful, even in its post-orgasmic state.

"Every director should have an actress like you, Kareena," Rohit said, his voice thick with pleasure. "You're a natural. You truly understand what it takes to give a realistic performance."

Kareena's cheeks flushed with the compliment, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her ability to deliver on such a risky scene. "Thank you," she murmured, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Rohit stood up, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. "Now, let's see if we can make this even more authentic." His thumb traced a lazy circle on her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

With a sudden, decisive movement, he grabbed her breast, his grip firm yet gentle. Kareena gasped, her nipples tightening at the touch. "Show me what your character would do," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Her hand moved to cover his, her heart racing. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Rohit's eyes never left hers as he began to squeeze her breast, his thumb circling her hardened nipple. "Your character," he murmured. "How would she react to this?"

Kareena took a shaky breath, trying to focus on the scene, trying to remember the script. But the reality was so much more intense than anything she had ever rehearsed. She leaned back, arching her back slightly as she let out a soft moan. It wasn't entirely faked; the feel of his hand on her sensitive skin was electrifying.

"Good," Rohit murmured, his eyes dark with lust. "Now, let's take this to the next level." He reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up to expose her naked breasts. The cool air of the office sent goosebumps racing across her skin, making her nipples peak even more.

Kareena's mind raced as she tried to recall her character's motivations, her scripted responses. But the script was forgotten as Rohit's mouth found her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. She gasped, her hand reaching back to grip the chair for balance. The reality of the situation was so intense, so overwhelming, that the lines between fiction and reality began to blur.

"Tell me, Kareena," Rohit whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Does this feel good?" His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she nodded, the sensation of his hand on her breast becoming more than just an act. The script had taken a backseat to the raw desire coursing through her body. "Y-yes," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Rohit's mouth traveled lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breast. Kareena's breath hitched as he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. She couldn't help but moan, her hand coming up to cover his as it squeezed and pinched. The pain was exquisite, a thrill that shot straight to her core.

"That's it," Rohit murmured against her skin, his teeth scbanging her sensitive flesh. "Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you want this."

Kareena's eyes flew open, and she found herself looking into the depths of Rohit's eyes, which were filled with a mix of hunger and challenge. Her breath came in shallow pants as she realized the implication of his words. If she truly wanted the part, she would have to submit to him fully, to satisfy his desires outside of the script.

"Daily?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

Rohit's smile grew wider, his eyes dark with challenge. "Yes," he said firmly. "If you want to be in my next series, you'll have to prove your dedication."

Kareena's heart raced as the gravity of his words settled in. She knew what he was asking of her, knew that it went beyond the boundaries of a typical work relationship. But the part meant everything to her, and she was willing to do whatever it took.

"I understand," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. "I'll do it. I'll suck your cock daily if that's what it takes."

Rohit's eyes lit up with victory. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl.

The next day, the anticipation on set was palpable. Kareena had never felt so nervous, so alive. She knew what was coming, knew that she would have to perform beyond her wildest imagination for Rohit's next scene. She could feel the weight of the crew's eyes on her as she walked onto the set, their whispers following her like a shadow.

The script called for an intense moment of passion between Kareena and Vicky, but Rohit had made an unexpected addition to the script - an ass fuck scene. Kareena's heart raced as she thought about the challenge ahead. She had done her homework, watching videos and reading articles to prepare herself, but the reality of it was something else entirely.

"Rohit, how can we show ass fuck in real?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly. The director looked at her with a knowing smile, his eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and challenge.

"You're a professional, Kareena," he began, his voice calm and measured. "You know that for a scene like this, we need to push the boundaries of realism." He paused, his gaze intense. "The audience has to believe it's happening, even if it isn't."

Kareena nodded, swallowing hard. "But what if I can't?" she whispered, the doubt in her voice betraying her fear.

Rohit's smile faded, and his eyes turned to steel. "Don't disappoint me, Kareena," he warned, his voice taking on a harsh edge. "I've got a whole lineup of actresses waiting to take your place. You're nothing special if you can't handle this."

Kareena felt the sting of his words, her fear morphing into anger. "I'm not just 'any' actress," she spat back. "I'm Kareena Kapoor. And if you think you can bully me into doing something I'm not comfortable with, you're wrong."

Rohit's smile disappeared, his expression darkening. "Bitch," he snarled, "you need this series more than I need you. You think you can throw your weight around? I have a whole lineup of hungry actresses ready to take your place."

Kareena felt her heart drop into her stomach. The fear was back, stronger than ever. She had crossed a line she didn't mean to, and now she was paying for it. The room seemed to close in around her, the whispers of the crew echoing in her ears.

"Rohit, please," she began, her voice shaking. "I just need some time to prepare."

"There's no time for that," he snapped. "You're either in or out. Make your choice."

Kareena took a deep breath, her mind racing. She knew this was a pivotal moment in her career, one that could define her future in the industry. "I'm in," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.

"Good," Rohit said, his smile predatory. "Now, remember your character. She's eager, she's hungry for it." He stepped closer, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. "Say it," he demanded. "Say it loud enough for everyone to hear."

Kareena took a deep breath, the words feeling strange in her mouth. "Mai gand marane ke liye tayar hoon," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No, no, no," Rohit barked, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "Say it loudly. Like you mean it. Like you're begging for it."

Kareena took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Mai gand marane ke liye tayar hoon, krupaya meri gaand mariye," she repeated, her voice stronger this time.

The words hung in the air, and she could feel the weight of the crew's stares. The humiliation was like a hot brand on her skin, but she pushed it aside. She had come too far to back down now.

Vicky stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He whispered something to Rohit, and the director nodded. Kareena felt a sudden jolt of fear, but she knew she had to trust them. They were professionals, and she had agreed to this.

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The set was quickly rearranged, the lights dimming to cast deep shadows across the room.

"Alright, you two," Rohit began, his tone sharp and businesslike. "This scene requires absolute commitment. The audience must feel the intensity, the raw passion between your characters." He looked from Kareena to Vicky, his gaze lingering on Kareena's tightened expression. "You need to show us what you're made of."

Kareena took a deep breath, her eyes locked with Rohit's. She knew this was a test, a challenge she had to overcome. She nodded, her resolve firm. "The scene starts with Kareena's character demanding the payment for her last service to Vicky," Rohit instructed, his voice a low murmur that seemed to resonate through the quiet set. "But Vicky's character isn't ready to pay up just yet. He wants more."

Both said yes and took there position.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she took her position, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. The script was forgotten, replaced by the raw need to please. "Bole toh," she began, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke in Hindi, "pichle baar ke paise de do."

Vicky's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked down at her. "Pata hai," he murmured, his voice low and seductive, "par abhi mera lund choos."

Kareena felt a thrill at the crude language, the power play of the scene coming alive in a way she hadn't anticipated. She leaned in, her breath hot against his crotch as she spoke, "Nahi pehle paisa phir he lund choosungi," her voice firm despite the tremble in her chest.

Vicky's eyes narrowed, his grip on her head tightening as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Salli rand, muze mana kar rahi hai?" The words were a challenge, a declaration of his dominance, and Kareena felt the thrill of it all the way to her core. She knew that this was the moment, the one that would seal her fate in the industry.

With a newfound confidence, she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of defiance and desire. "Sahab ji," she purred, her hand moving to stroke his cock gently, "pehle paisa dhila karo phir... baki sab."

The room was silent as Vicky smirked, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, tossing it onto the floor in front of her. "Tumhare mooh mein le lo," he said, his voice a low growl.

Kareena's heart raced as she leaned forward, her eyes never leaving his as she took the money in her mouth. The feel of the crumpled bills was strange, a stark contrast to the softness of her lips, but she knew this was part of the act. She closed her eyes, focusing on the task at hand.

As she pulled away, the notes stuck to her lips, and she heard a smattering of applause from the crew. Vicky's cock was fully erect now, and she took it in her hand, stroking it firmly. The script called for her to show hesitance, but the excitement bubbling within her made it difficult to feign. She took a deep breath, willing herself to get into the mindset of her character.

"Now, Kareena," Rohit murmured, his voice a soft command that sent shivers down her spine. "You know what comes next."

Her hand paused in its stroking, the reality of the scene crashing over her like a wave. This was it. The moment she had feared and craved. The moment she had agreed to. With a deep breath, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of Vicky's cock. It was salty and smooth, and she felt a strange thrill at the thought of what she was about to do.

Rohit circled them, his eyes glinting with excitement as he directed the scene. "Faster," he said, his voice a low murmur. "Show us how much you want this."

Kareena's eyes remained locked on Vicky's as she took a deep breath and leaned in, her mouth opening wide to take him in. The first touch of his cock against her tongue was like a jolt of electricity, sending a shiver through her body. She could feel the cameras rolling, the crew watching, but all that mattered was the moment between her and Vicky.

Her mouth closed around him, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. She took her time, savoring the feeling of him in her mouth, the taste of his desire. It was strange, yet oddly thrilling. She could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his cock pulsed with every beat of his heart. She knew she had to make this real, had to show the depth of her commitment to the scene.

"Vicky," Rohit's voice cut through the silence, "you have to act strong. Fuck her mouth like it's a cunt."

The words sent a jolt of excitement through the room, and Kareena felt a thrill at the raw, unfiltered nature of the direction. This was what she had signed up for - the ultimate test of her acting skills, her willingness to push the boundaries of explicit content. Vicky's eyes lit up with understanding, and he took a step closer to her, his cock now a weapon in his hand.

"Vicky, tum BHul ja ki woh Kareena hai, she is your raand," Rohit said again, his voice a gruff command that sent a shiver down Kareena's spine. "Treat her like the whore she's playing."

Vicky's eyes flashed with understanding, and he stepped closer to her, his grip on her head tightening. He thrust his cock into her mouth, his movements aggressive and unyielding. Kareena gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate his thickness, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her hand moving to his shaft to help guide him deeper.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by Vicky's grunts of pleasure. Kareena's eyes watered more, her throat stretched to its limits, but she took him in, eager to satisfy both her co-star and the director. The taste of him, the smell of his desire, filled her senses, and she found herself getting lost in the moment.

With every thrust, Vicky's cock hit the back of her throat, and she could feel the muscles there spasming around him. She had never felt so used, so objectified, yet there was a strange sense of power in it, a thrill that she couldn't quite put into words. Her hand moved to her own crotch, her fingers slipping between her legs to stroke herself, to ease the ache that was building there.

"That's it, Kareena," Rohit murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Show us how much you love it."

The words spurred Kareena on, her hand moving faster, her hips rocking back and forth as she moaned around Vicky's cock. The scene was spiraling out of control, the lines between fiction and reality blurring into a haze of passion and power. She could feel the crew's eyes on her, watching her every move, and it only heightened the arousal coursing through her veins.

Vicky's breath grew ragged, his eyes never leaving hers as he fucked her mouth with an animalistic intensity. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the space, a symphony of raw desire that seemed to resonate within her very soul. The taste of him, the feel of his cock stretching her lips, it was all so overwhelmingly real.

But just as she felt the scene was reaching its crescendo, she heard the sound of doors crashing open, the shouts of men, and the chaos of a real-life raid. Her eyes went wide with terror, the scene around her morphing from a passionate embrace into a nightmare.

security officer officers stormed the set, their flashlights piercing the dimness like swords of accusation. "Freeze!" one of them bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. Kareena's heart stopped as she realized this wasn't part of the script. The fear was real, the panic palpable.

Vicky stumbled back, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet sound. Kareena's eyes darted around the room, her mind racing for a way out. The crew scrambled, trying to cover themselves, hiding any evidence of what had just transpired.

"What's going on here?" one of the officers demanded, his eyes sweeping over the chaotic scene.

Kareena's eyes fell on Mr. Govind Shinde, the main officer in charge, his stern gaze locking onto her. He was a man of formidable reputation, known for his unyielding stance against obscenity and his unwavering commitment to upholding moral standards in the city. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead as she realized the gravity of the situation.

"Porn shooting chal raha hai sab ko arrest hoga!" Mr. Shinde bellowed, his voice cutting through the shocked silence like a whip. "You're all under arrest for indecency and violating public morality laws!"

Rohit stepped forward, his voice steady despite the chaos. "Nahi sir, yeh toh shooting chal raha hai," he said, his tone calm and authoritative. "Hum Web series banate hain, ismein toh aisa hota rehta hai."

Shinde's gaze narrowed, his eyes flickering between Kareena and Rohit. "What kind of series is this, where a woman degrades herself like this?" he sneered, his disgust palpable.

"It's not like that, sir," Rohit began, his voice calm and measured despite the chaos around him. "It's a mature, adult-themed show. We're just trying to portray the reality of human relationships."

Shinde's lip curled in disgust as he took a step closer to Kareena. "And you," he sneered, pointing at her. "What kind of woman allows herself to be used like this?"

Kareena felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. Despite the situation, she raised her chin, meeting his gaze with a fiery defiance. "I'm an actress, sir," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "This is my job."

Shinde's eyes narrowed, his disgust clear. "Your job is to corrupt the minds of the youth with this filth," he spat. "You think fame gives you the right to disrespect our culture?"

Kareena felt the blood rush to her cheeks, the weight of his accusation heavy on her shoulders. "Sir, it's just a scene," she protested, her voice trembling. "It's not real. It's for art, for the story."

But Shinde wasn't listening. "You think your fame gives you the right to do as you please?" he sneered, his voice rising above the chaos. "To spread such obscenity?"

Panic flooded Kareena's veins. This wasn't just about her career anymore. This was about her reputation, her dignity. "Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse from Vicky's abuse, "it's just a scene. We're acting."

But Shinde wasn't moved. "Acting," he spat, his contempt clear. "This is not art, this is pornography!"

Rohit stepped in quickly, his voice tight with tension. "Shinde sir, let's discuss this in a more private setting," he suggested, gesturing towards his office. "Please, come."

Mr. Shinde's eyes flicked to Rohit, considering for a moment before nodding curtly. He strode towards the office, his men following closely behind. Kareena felt a flicker of hope as she watched them go, the weight of their accusations momentarily lifted. She pulled herself to her feet, smoothing out her wrinkled clothes, and followed them, her heart racing.

Inside the office, the air was thick with tension. Rohit sat behind his desk, his expression unreadable as he faced Shinde, who remained standing, his arms crossed over his chest. The room felt smaller than ever, the walls seeming to close in around them as they began to argue heatedly in Hindi, the language of authority and accusation.

Kareena hovered by the door, feeling naked despite being fully clothed. She couldn't understand the rapid-fire conversation, but the tone was clear: Rohit was pleading, explaining the artistic vision of their show, while Shinde was unyielding, his voice filled with the moral righteousness of a man determined to cleanse the city of perceived corruption.

"Yeh toh sirf acting hai," Rohit insisted, his eyes never leaving Shinde's. "Hum logon ko audience ko realistic experience dekhane ko bula rahe hai, unke saath feel karne ko."

Shinde's expression was skeptical. "Reality se zyada yaqeen kyun kar rahe ho?" he countered, his tone filled with accusation. "Yeh log kya seekhenge isse?"

Rohit took a deep breath, recognizing the futility of his argument. He knew when to hold his ground and when to concede. With a sigh, he turned to Kareena, his eyes filled with a silent understanding. He took her aside, his voice low and urgent. "Kareena," he whispered, "now you have to handle him. Do whatever it takes."

Her eyes searched his, a silent plea for guidance. He knew that the fate of the series, and possibly their careers, rested in her hands. He nodded slightly, giving her the reassurance she needed. "Remember your training," he murmured. "Use your charm, your persuasion."

Her heart racing, Kareena stepped forward, her body language shifting from submissive to seductive. She approached Shinde, her hips swaying gently, her eyes never leaving his. "Sir," she began, her voice low and smooth, "I know you're a man of the law, but can't you see the artistry in our work?"

Shinde's gaze flicked over her, his eyes lingering on her full lips and the swollen look of her face from Vicky's recent assault. She could see the conflict within him, the struggle between duty and desire.

"Lund mu me leke koi artist nahi banata," he barked, his eyes narrowed. Kareena's heart sank. She knew the phrase all too well; it was a common slur thrown at those who dared to push the boundaries of art, a blunt assertion that true artistry didn't involve such base, sexual acts.

But she didn't falter. Instead, she took a step closer to him, her breasts brushing against his arm. "Sir, we are telling a story," she said, her voice a soft purr. "One that requires us to go to great lengths to capture the raw emotion, the passion of our characters."

Rohit's eyes gleamed with hope as he watched her, the director's mind racing with the possibilities. "Kareena, why don't you show him," he murmured, his voice a silent command that sent a shiver down her spine.

Kareena took a deep breath and leaned closer to Shinde, her hand tracing a line from his shoulder to his chest, her touch feather-light. "Sir," she whispered, "why don't I show you what we do here? Maybe then you'll understand."

Shinde's eyes widened slightly, his disgust momentarily forgotten. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice gruff.

Rohit stepped aside, giving Kareena room to work her magic. "The scene we were filming," she said, her voice a siren's call. "It's a pivotal moment in the story, one that requires us to be... intimate." She leaned closer to Shinde, her hand sliding down to his waist. "Would you like to see how we did it?"

Shinde's expression was a storm of confusion and arousal. "Kya dikhana hai?" he murmured, his gaze flicking to the door as if expecting someone to burst in.

"Sir, when you arrived, we were in the middle of a scene," Kareena said, her voice low and sultry. "One that requires a certain... intimacy." She took a step closer, her hand sliding down to cup Shinde's crotch. He sucked in a breath, his eyes going wide with shock.

"Rand lund chus rahi thi," he sneered, his voice a mix of anger and arousal. "This is what you call art?"

Kareena's heart raced as she felt the heat of his accusation. "Sir," she said, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hand, "it's just a role. A part of the story we're trying to tell."

Shinde's eyes bore into hers, the challenge clear. "Tera role hai ya sach mein rand ban jati hai?" he spat, his voice a mix of disgust and fascination.

Kareena's hand didn't falter, her grip on his cock tightening slightly. She leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Sir, it's just a role," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "But I can make it real for you if you wish."

Shinde's eyes narrowed, the challenge in his gaze unmistakable. "Toh tuze mera lund chusna hai, sali?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise.

Kareena felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through her. This was uncharted territory, a role she hadn't anticipated, but she knew she had to play it out. She nodded slowly, her hand still cupping his cock. "Ji sir," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. "If it helps you understand the artistry of our work."

Shinde's gaze held hers for a moment longer, then he turned to Rohit. "Lock down the studio," he ordered. "We're taking this investigation further."

Rohit's heart sank, but he knew better than to argue. "Humne kuch galat nahi kiya," he pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. "Kuch aur rasta nahi hai kya?"

Shinde's gaze flicked to him, his eyes cold and unyielding. "You think this is a joke?" he snarled, his hand coming down on the desk with a thud that echoed through the room. "You're corrupting our culture, and you ask for another way?"

Kareena stepped closer to Rohit, her hand slipping into his. "Sir," she said, her voice strong and clear, "we are willing to do anything to show you the artistry of our work."

Shinde's eyes narrowed, and he nodded at Rohit. "Good," he said, his voice low and gruff. "Now, tell this whore to shut her mouth and let's discuss your offer."

Rohit's gaze flicked to Kareena, and she knew what he wanted. With a small, almost imperceptible nod, she dropped to her knees before Shinde, her hands moving to unbuckle his belt. The room was silent, the tension palpable as the director's eyes searched hers for any sign of doubt. But there was none. This was the role she had chosen, the part she had to play to save them all.

Her hands trembled as she pulled out Shinde's cock, his erection clear and unyielding. She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his as she leaned in and took him into her mouth. The taste was foreign, but she focused on the task at hand. She had to convince him, to make him believe that this was art, not pornography.

Shinde's eyes never left hers as he began to thrust into her mouth, his movements slow and deliberate. Kareena's eyes watered, but she didn't flinch. She had done this before, but this was different. This was for her career, for the future of their show, for the chance to prove themselves.

As she worked him, Rohit leaned back in his chair, his voice taking on a smooth, persuasive tone as he began to talk money. "Shinde sir," he said, his eyes never leaving the security officerman's face, "you know how much this could cost us if it gets out. We're willing to offer a... donation to the local precinct, to ensure that this misunderstanding stays between us."

Shinde's thrusts grew slower, his gaze flicking from Kareena's bobbing head to Rohit's hopeful eyes. He knew the kind of scandal that could unfold if the public found out about this, the backlash they could all face. His expression softened slightly, and he pulled away from Kareena's mouth. "How much?" he asked, his voice a gruff whisper.

Rohit named a sum, a significant chunk of the show's budget. Kareena could feel the weight of his words, the desperation in his voice. She hoped it was enough, that their careers weren't about to go up in flames.

Shinde's eyes narrowed, his hand still in Kareena's hair. He was considering it, she could tell. The thought of their work being destroyed, of all their efforts being for nothing, was unbearable.

With renewed determination, Kareena took his cock back in her mouth, her tongue flicking over the sensitive tip before she took him deep. She could feel his arousal growing, his cock thickening in her throat. She had to win him over, had to make him see that this was just a scene, no different from any other in the grand tapestry of their art.

Her eyes watered as she deep-throated him, her throat muscles working overtime to please him. Shinde's grip on her hair tightened, his hips moving with a newfound urgency. She could feel the power dynamics in the room shifting, the balance of power tilting in their favor.

Rohit leaned in, his voice a seductive whisper as he continued to negotiate. "That's just the beginning," he assured Shinde, his eyes never leaving the security officerman's face. "We can offer more, much more, if you're willing to look beyond the surface."

Shinde's eyes narrowed, his cock pulsing in Kareena's mouth as he considered the offer. Kareena could feel the power of the situation, the delicate balance of control in her favor. She took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked, her eyes never leaving his.

Rohit leaned back in his chair, his expression a mix of hope and resignation. "Think about it, Shinde sir," he said, his voice low and urgent. "We're not just talking about a one-time deal. We can offer you... exclusives. Access to our sets, our actors, whatever you need to keep the peace."

Shinde's eyes narrowed, his hand tightening in Kareena's hair. He was considering it, she could feel it. The thought of bribery was a dark stain on her conscience, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the prize. If they could just get through this, if they could just convince him, their show would be safe.

With renewed vigor, she worked his cock, her teeth lightly scbanging his shaft as she moaned around it. The sound seemed to break the dam within Shinde, and he began to thrust into her mouth with more force. Kareena could feel the power of the situation, the delicate balance of control swinging in their favor.

Shinde's grip on her hair grew tighter as he approached climax. "Drink it all, rand," he growled, his voice strained. She bobbed her head faster, her eyes never leaving his, her own arousal spiking at the thought of the power she held in this moment.

With a final, guttural groan, he released into her mouth, his warm cum filling her to the brim. She swallowed it all, her eyes never leaving his, her own need building within her. It was a strange, twisted dance of power and submission, but she knew it was what she had to do to save their show.

As he pulled out, Kareena licked her lips, making sure she had left no trace of him behind. Shinde's eyes widened, his chest heaving as he watched her. Rohit's voice was a murmur of approval, his eyes glinting with something dark and hungry.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand stroking her cheek. Kareena felt a shiver of revulsion, but she forced a smile, playing the part she had to.

"Shinde sir," Rohit said, his voice a mix of relief and anticipation, "the money will be transferred to your account by tomorrow morning. And as for the... extra service," he glanced at Kareena, who was still kneeling before the security officerman, "we'll make sure she's included in the delivery."

Kareena's stomach turned at the words, but she nodded, playing her part. "Ji sir," she murmured, her eyes never leaving the floor.

Shinde's gaze flicked between them, his expression unreadable. He zipped up his pants and straightened his uniform, the power dynamics in the room shifting again. "You've got twenty-four hours," he said, his voice gruff. "If the money isn't there, and if I hear so much as a whisper about this... 'art' of yours, you'll both regret it."

With a curt nod, he turned and strode out of the office, his men following him like a pack of loyal dogs. The door slammed shut behind them, and the room fell into a tense silence. Rohit let out a long sigh, his eyes lingering on Kareena's kneeling form. "You did good, Kareena," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of pride and something else she couldn't quite place.


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UPDATE - 10/01/2025


Kareena slowly got to her feet, her legs trembling slightly. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never thought her job would come to this, that she would have to resort to such measures to save their project. But she had done it. For the show, for their futures.

Rohit's gaze was on her, his eyes dark and unreadable. "You really are a pro," he said, his voice thick with something she couldn't quite identify. "I knew you had it in you."

Kareena wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling the stickiness of Shinde's cum on her skin. She didn't dare look at Rohit, her cheeks burning with a mix of humiliation and anger. "What now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rohit's expression was unreadable as he stood and walked around his desk to her. He offered a hand to help her up, his eyes never leaving hers. "Now," he said, "we make sure that transfer goes through, and we keep our heads down for the next twenty-four hours."

The weight of his words settled heavily on Kareena's shoulders. She had done the unthinkable, and now it was up to Rohit to fix it. She nodded, her throat tight with unshed tears. "What about the series?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Rohit sighed heavily, his hand still wrapped around hers. "We'll have to make some sacrifices," he said, his gaze on their joined hands. "I'll have to cut down on the payment of all cast and crew. We might not even have enough to finish filming."

Kareena felt the room spin around her. She had just given herself to a man she despised, and for what? "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Rohit's expression was grim as he sat back down in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "The bribe," he said, his voice tight with tension. "It's a lot of money. We might not be able to pay everyone their full salary."

Kareena felt a cold knot form in her stomach. "What the fuck are you saying?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rohit held her gaze, his own filled with a strange mix of excitement and resignation. "Kareena, we have to be smart about this. We can't just hand over everything we've worked for. We'll negotiate for half the money."

Her eyes widened with shock. "Half?" she repeated, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. "You want me to do that to him again, for half?"

Rohit's grip on her hand tightened, his eyes boring into hers. "Do what it takes," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "This is our future we're talking about."

Kareena pulled her hand free, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desperation. "How can you ask me to do that?" she hissed, her voice filled with a rage she couldn't fully contain. "I just... I just did what you asked, and now you want more?"

Rohit's expression didn't falter. "Kareena, it's for the greater good," he said, his voice calm and measured. "This isn't just about us. It's about the story, the crew, the message we're trying to send."

Kareena took a step back, her chest heaving with emotion. "And what about me?" she demanded, her voice shaking with the weight of her words. "What about my dignity?"

Rohit's gaze softened slightly, and he stood up to approach her. "I know this isn't easy," he said, his voice gentle. "But we're in this together. We have to make sacrifices for our art."

Kareena felt a flicker of anger, but she knew he was right. She had chosen this path, and there was no turning back now. She took a deep breath, straightening her spine. "Okay," she said, her voice firm. "But it ends with this. No more."

Rohit nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "It ends with this," he agreed, his voice a murmur of understanding. "Now, let's get back to work."

The rest of the day was a blur of activity as the crew rallied to make the necessary edits to the scene, ensuring that it was as authentic as possible. Kareena felt a strange mix of pride and disgust as she watched the footage, her mind reeling from the events of the day. She had never felt so used, so degraded. But she had also never felt so powerful, so in control of a situation that had seemed to be spiraling out of control.

The next day dawned with a heavy sense of foreboding. Kareena knew that she had to face Shinde again, to complete the bargain she had made with him. She didn't know if she could go through with it, but the thought of their show being shut down was unbearable. She took a deep breath and steeled herself for the day ahead, her mind racing with possible outcomes.

Choosing her outfit carefully, she settled on a dress that hugged her curves and showcased her assets in a way that was both professional and undeniably hot. The fabric was a rich, deep red that made her skin glow and her eyes pop. The neckline was modest, but the hemline was daringly short, showing off her long, toned legs. It was a dress that screamed confidence, a declaration that she was in charge despite the humiliating task at hand.

Kareena took a moment to study herself in the mirror, smoothing the fabric down and adjusting her breasts so that they were displayed to their best advantage. She had to be irresistible to Shinde, to make him forget his duty and focus on her. The dress was tight enough that she could feel her heart racing with every beat, the fabric whispering against her skin with every movement.

As she made her way to the meeting point, her thoughts were a jumble of fear and anticipation. The dress felt like a second skin, hugging every curve and leaving nothing to the imagination. She knew that when she walked into the room, all eyes would be on her, and she had to be ready to handle it.

The door to the set was guarded by a young servant boy who looked at her with a mix of curiosity and awe. She gave him a small smile, her heart racing as she approached. "Kya kaam hai?" he asked, his voice high and eager.

"Shinde sir ke pass," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. She had to do this. For the show, for the crew, for herself.

The room was indeed an old hotel, the kind that had seen better days. The carpets were threadbare, and the wallpaper peeled at the corners, but the space was surprisingly large, the high ceilings giving the illusion of grandeur that had long since faded. The bed was a king-sized monstrosity, the velvet coverlet stained with the sweat and semen of a hundred illicit encounters. The smell of stale cigarette smoke lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of desperation.

Kareena took a deep breath and stepped into the room, her heart hammering in her chest. She knew what she had to do. If she wanted to get free, she had to seduce Shinde. She had played the role of the seductress before, but never had the stakes been so high. Her entire career, the future of the web series, and perhaps even her freedom, depended on this performance.

Shinde was lying face down on the bed, a young girl in a simple salwar kameez kneading his muscles with expert hands. She looked up as Kareena entered, her eyes widening slightly before she nodded in recognition. Pandu, the burly man who had been with Shinde earlier, was sitting in a chair in the corner, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him.

"Namaste, sir," Kareena said, her voice smooth and calm despite her racing thoughts. She had practiced the greeting a hundred times in her head, trying to find the right balance of submission and allure. She knew it was crucial to get this right.

Shinde grunted in response, not bothering to look up from his massage. The girl on the bed looked at Kareena with a mix of curiosity and wariness before continuing her ministrations. Kareena approached the bed, her hips swaying with an exaggerated grace. She could feel the eyes of both men on her, and she used it to her advantage, allowing their desire to bolster her own confidence.

"The money, sir," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "It's all taken care of." She reached into her bag and pulled out a USB drive, holding it up between two fingers like a tease. "It's all there, just as we agreed."

Shinde's eyes followed the USB, his lust for power and wealth clear in his gaze. "Good," he said, his voice gruff. "Now, let's see if you're worth the price." He sat up, his eyes raking over her body, his hand reaching out to trace the neckline of her dress.

Kareena's skin crawled under his touch, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his hand. "The money is transferred, as promised," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "But I thought we could discuss the... additional services."

Shinde's eyes lit up with understanding, and he barked out a harsh laugh. "Ah, yes," he said, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. "I've been looking forward to this." He glanced at Pandu, who was now watching them with a greedy expression on his face. "Bagh Pandu tula bollo na tyā divśī lund tondat ghetla hine...tuzi fav actress," he said, his voice a sneer. "Look, Pandu. Your favorite actress is here to entertain us."

"Yes, sir," Pandu said eagerly, his eyes glued to Kareena's body as he licked his lips. He was already hard, his cock straining against his pants as he watched the exchange.

Kareena's heart sank, but she forced a smile, her eyes never leaving Shinde's. "I'm here to make sure everything is to your satisfaction," she purred, her voice thick with false sweetness.

Shinde's grip tightened on her ass as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Jara in detail," he repeated, his Hindi thick and demanding. "Tell me what you're going to do for me."

Kareena took a deep breath, her heart racing with a mix of fear and defiance. "You can use my mouth," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "And anything else you want." She knew she had to play along, to keep the facade of willingness.

Shinde's grin widened, and he slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the room. "Aur teri gand," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Your ass is next."

Kareena felt a wave of revulsion, but she knew she had to keep playing the game. She turned to face him, her hands sliding up her body to cup her own breasts. "As you wish," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. "But first, let me show you how good I can be with this." She dropped to her knees before him, her dress pooling around her like a bloody halo.

Shinde's cock was already hard, straining against his pants, and he wasted no time in freeing it. Kareena took a deep breath and leaned in, her eyes never leaving his as she took him in her mouth. She had never felt so used, so objectified, but she knew that if she could just keep the act going, she could get through this.

"Pandu," Shinde said, his voice thick with lust, "sun, yeh kya keh rahi hai."

Pandu's eyes went wide with shock and excitement, his gaze flicking between Shinde and Kareena. "Teri fav actress sir ka lund chusana chahti hai," Kareena repeated, her voice a seductive whisper.

Shinde chuckled, his hand sliding down to stroke Kareena's cheek as she continued to service him with her mouth. "It seems you're eager to please," he said, his voice thick with arousal.

Kareena's stomach turned at his words, but she forced herself to keep going, her teeth lightly scbanging along the length of his shaft. "Chal raand chus mera lavada acche se," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Let's make this worthwhile for everyone."

Shinde's eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned, his cock swelling in her mouth. He was lost in his own pleasure, the power of the situation clearly going to his head. Kareena used the distraction to her advantage, her mind racing with a new plan. If she could get him to cum quickly, maybe she could end this before it went too far.

With renewed determination, she took him deeper, her throat muscles working to milk him for every drop of pleasure. His hand tightened in her hair as he thrust into her mouth, his other hand coming to rest on her shoulder, his nails digging into her skin.

"Acche se kadak kar lund ko," Shinde growled, his eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and malice. "Phir isi se teri gaand phadunga."

Kareena felt a shiver of fear run down her spine at his words, but she kept her expression neutral, her eyes locked on his as she continued to suck him off. She knew she had to stay in control, to keep the situation from spiraling out of control. She took him deeper, her hand stroking his balls as she worked his shaft with her mouth.

"Kareena," Shinde groaned, his voice a mix of lust and authority. "Beg for it," he demanded in Hindi, his hand tightening in her hair. "Beg for me to fuck your ass like the whore you are."

Kareena's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and determination. She knew she had to keep up the facade, to maintain control. She pulled away slightly, her breathing ragged and her eyes locked on his. "Please, sir," she begged, her voice a seductive whisper. "Please fuck my ass. I want it so badly."

The words were like acid on her tongue, but she forced them out, playing the role of the eager slut to perfection. Shinde's eyes went wide with shock, his grip on her hair loosening slightly. "What did you just say?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.

Kareena repeated it, her voice a sultry purr. "Meri gaand maro," she said, her eyes never leaving his. "Fuck my ass."

Shinde's eyes narrowed, his hand tightening in her hair as he pulled her closer. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice a mix of shock and excitement. "In Hindi. Say it like you mean it."

Kareena's heart raced, but she knew she had to play along. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his cock as she whispered, "Sir, pls meri gaand maro apke bade lund se." The words felt like a betrayal to her very soul, but she knew they were the key to her escape.

Shinde's eyes went wide with shock before a grin spread across his face. He laughed, the sound echoing through the room. "Oh, you're a good little whore," he said, his voice thick with lust. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, peeling off a few notes and slapping them onto her face. "

Kareena flinched at the cold touch of the money against her skin, but she didn't pull away. She took him deep into her mouth again, her eyes watering with the effort as she tried to ignore the taste of his lust. His cock grew in her mouth, pulsing with the beat of his heart. She could feel the tension building in his body as he approached climax.

Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that sent a shiver down his spine. She was in control, even if it was just an act. With a final, desperate suck, she felt him release into her mouth, his hot seed spilling onto her tongue. She kept her eyes on him as she swallowed, her own disgust hidden behind a mask of submission.

Shinde's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a guttural moan. "Aaah," he panted, his body convulsing. "Kamini," he murmured, his voice a mix of admiration and revulsion. Kareena felt a strange sense of triumph at his reaction, her mind racing with the knowledge that she had just bought them all more time.

Her eyes never leaving his, she carefully licked him clean, ensuring not a single drop of his cum was missed. It was a deliberate move, a silent declaration of her dominance in this twisted power play. She knew that every stroke of her tongue, every flick across his sensitive flesh, was a reminder of who was truly in control.

Shinde leaned back against the headboard, his chest heaving with pleasure, his grip on her hair loosening. He looked at her with a mix of lust and greed. "Now," he said, his voice a gruff command, "It's time for your ass."

Kareena felt a wave of dread wash over her, but she kept her expression neutral. She knew she had to play this just right. "But, sir," she protested, her voice a perfect blend of reluctance and temptation, "I thought that was for another day."

Shinde's eyes narrowed, and he sat up abruptly, his cock still hard and glistening from her mouth. "What are you playing at?" he snarled. "You think you can tease me like that and then just leave?"

Kareena swallowed hard, her mind racing. "No, sir," she said, her voice a soft whine. "I just didn't want to disappoint you."

Shinde's grin was feral. "You won't," he assured her, his eyes raking over her body. "Pandu," he called out, his voice thick with excitement. "Look at this. Your favorite actress is going to entertain us both."

Pandu lurched forward, his eyes hungry as he took in the sight of Kareena kneeling before them, her mouth still glistening with Shinde's cum. He unbuckled his belt, his cock already hard and eager. "Sir, kay karu ya?" he asked, his voice a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

Pandu said again " Sir meri ek fantasy hai"

Shinde's grin grew wider. "Oh, and what is your little fantasy?" he asked, his eyes never leaving Kareena's.

Pandu's voice was thick with desire. "Sir, muze Kareena Kapoor ka topless dance dekhana hai," he said, his eyes shining with excitement. "Please, sir, just once."

Shinde chuckled, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "A dance, hm?" he mused. "That could be... entertaining." He looked down at Kareena, his eyes gleaming. "What do you say, Kareena? Will you dance for us?"

Kareena felt a flicker of hope. If she could just keep them entertained, maybe she could find a way out of this situation without having to go through with the ass fucking. She nodded, her eyes never leaving Shinde's. "Of course, sir," she murmured, her voice a sweet lie. "Anything you wish."

With a dramatic flourish, she stood up and turned away from the bed, her hands moving to the zipper at the back of her dress. The fabric parted, revealing her naked back, the curve of her spine and the lacy red lingerie she had chosen for this encounter. The song "Bebo Me Bebo" from the movie "Kambaqt Ishq" began to play on a phone somewhere in the room, the sultry beats setting the mood.

Kareena took a deep breath, her heart racing as she began to sway her hips to the rhythm, her back to the two men. The dress slipped down her shoulders, revealing her bare breasts, the lace of her bra a stark contrast to the pale skin. She could feel their eyes on her, hungrily devouring every inch of her exposed flesh.

Shinde leaned back, his cock still erect, watching her with a mix of power and desire. "Yeah," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Just like that."

Kareena's heart pounded in her chest as she began to dance, the music of "Bebo Me Bebo" filling the room. She knew she had to keep them engaged, had to keep them from pushing her further. She swayed her hips and moved her body to the beat, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step. The dress was a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination, and she could feel their eyes on her, devouring her every move.

Shinde leaned back on the bed, his cock still standing at attention, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "Harder," he said, his voice a low growl. "Shake them like you're on screen, Kareena."

Kareena took a deep breath, her heart racing. She knew the game she was playing was dangerous, but she had to keep them enthralled, keep them from crossing that line she had set. She turned up the volume of "Bebo Me Bebo," the beat pulsing through the air like a heartbeat. She began to dance more vigorously, her breasts bouncing to the rhythm, her hands moving in time with the music. She had danced in countless movies, but this was different. This was for survival.

Shinde and Pandu watched her with hungry eyes, their lust palpable. "Show your boobs," Shinde said, his voice thick with desire. "Like you do in the movies, Kareena. We are your heroes now."

Kareena bit her lower lip, the taste of Shinde's cum still lingering in her mouth. She knew she had to keep the illusion going. She danced closer to the bed, her eyes never leaving Shinde's as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra.

The bra fell away, revealing her firm, round breasts, the nipples hardened into tight peaks from the cool air and the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She knew the sight of her naked breasts would be intoxicating to them, a prize beyond their wildest dreams.

"Magnificent," Shinde murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "Now, come here." He beckoned her with a crooked finger, his smile a mix of arrogance and lust.

Kareena took a tentative step forward, her heart racing as she continued to sway to the music. "Pandu," Shinde said without looking away from her, "dabayega iske boobs."

The burly man's eyes went wide, and he lurched towards her, his hands reaching out. Kareena stepped back, her breath catching in her throat. She had to keep playing the game, had to keep them both from crossing the line. "Careful," she murmured, her voice a sultry warning. "They're delicate."

Shinde chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Don't worry," he said, his voice a low rumble. "We'll treat them with care." He patted his knee. "Come here."

Kareena took a deep breath and stepped closer, placing one leg over his, straddling his thigh. She could feel his cock pressing against her, still hard and demanding. She lowered herself onto his lap, her heart racing as she felt his warmth. She could feel Pandu's breath on her neck, his hands reaching out to claim one of her breasts.

Shinde's hands were firm but gentle as they cupped her, his thumbs teasing her nipples as she continued to dance to the music. His eyes never left hers, his gaze a silent challenge. Pandu's hands were rougher, his grip painful, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned back, pressing herself into the two men, her hips moving in time with the beat.

The room was hot, the air thick with desire and sweat. Kareena could feel the heat of their bodies surrounding her, could smell the musk of their arousal. She knew that she had to keep the dance going, had to keep them both enthralled. Her hands moved to cover theirs, guiding their touch, ensuring it remained just shy of the line she had drawn.

Pandu's grip tightened, his breath hot and ragged against her neck as he squeezed her breast, his eyes glazed over with lust. She leaned into the sensation, her own breathing becoming more erratic. Shinde's hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he guided her movements. She could feel his cock, hard and demanding, pressing against her stomach.

"Sir, kya mast boobs hai iske," Pandu murmured, his voice a mix of awe and hunger. His hands moved over her flesh, his thumbs flicking at her nipples as he spoke. Kareena bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape.

Her mind raced as she danced, the beat of the music a frantic echo of her pulse. She had to find a way out of this, had to regain control of the situation before it spun out of her grasp. She knew that once she gave in fully, there would be no going back. She had to keep playing the part of the eager slut, keep them both satisfied without actually letting it go that far.

Pandu leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Sir, kya gaand hai iski." His voice was thick with awe and lust, his hands moving over her ass as if he couldn't believe his own good fortune. Kareena felt a shiver of disgust, but she forced a smile, her hips rolling in time with the music.

Shinde chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, Pandu," he said, his voice a low purr. "Her ass is something special." He leaned in closer, his mouth grazing her ear. "Ready to get fuck your ass?" he murmured. "I want you to say it to me ."

Kareena felt bile rise in her throat, but she swallowed it down. She had to keep playing the game.


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