Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

“Why is there such a gap between you and Meera, you both seems to have some problem, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Ajay sighed deeply. He put his plate aside completely and rubbed his face.
He told her everything — the security officer stop, Meera’s humiliating strip search at the station where she was forced to walk almost naked in just her strapless bra and tiny thong, the public shame in front of strangers and even Chotu. Then he told her how Meera had taken revenge by agreeing to pose for the Anaaavaran lingerie campaign.
Navya sat with her mouth open in disbelief.
“You mean… that big hoarding outside, the one with the girl in the yellow panty with the skirt flying up… that’s your wife? our Meera!! Wow.”


She stood up quickly and walked to the window, pulling the curtain slightly aside. The giant illuminated hoarding glowed in the night — Meera’s curvy lower body on full public display, the yellow panty hugging her ass, the skirt blown high by the wind. Navya stared at it for a long moment, her own large breasts pressing against the window sill through her kurta.
“I didn’t know she was this brave,” Navya whispered, almost in awe. “That’s so bold.”
She came back and sat closer to Ajay, her thigh brushing against his.
Ajay shook his head. “No, no… I know she was trying to revolt against me. Taking revenge because she felt used in the mission.I can see she wants to rekindle now, but I am keeping the gap because I dont want to hurt he feelings again. Now if I think I know why she said like that about you”

Navya tilted her head. “What about me?”
Ajay gave a small, awkward smile. “She said you tried to seduce her… by walking around in just your briefs, flexing muscles, showing your bare chest and having a hardon.”

Navya burst out laughing. Her full breasts jiggled heavily under the kurta, nipples clearly poking against the fabric.
“Haha! Me seducing her? Wearing just briefs?” She wiped a tear of laughter from her eye. “Though… maybe I can seduce her husband like that not her. Just wearing a tiny panty. What do you think?”

Ajay looked embarrassed but couldn’t stop a small smile.
Navya’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Ohhh… so that’s why she came out in just a towel the other day. Showing deep cleavage, making me unhook her bra. She was not testing me… testing you.”
Ajay hadn’t connected all these dots until now. The towel incident, the deep neckline during dinner, the deliberate bending — everything was part of Meera’s frustration and rebellion.

Ajay’s face turned red. Navya laughed again, enjoying his reaction. Her braless breasts bounced with every chuckle, the thin kurta doing nothing to hide how full and soft they were.

She became slightly serious again.
“Are you angry at her for doing that panty ad? For putting herself on that hoarding for the whole city to see?”
Ajay hesitated. He looked down at his hands.
“I felt angry… at the same time…”
He stopped.

Navya’s eyes widened with curiosity and a hint of playfulness.
“Hard?” she asked softly.
Ajay didn’t answer. He looked embarrassed, avoiding her eyes.
Navya’s mouth opened in mock surprise.
“What!!! You are like Shankar?”

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Navya’s teasing words still hung in the air when Ajay looked at her with a puzzled expression.
“What do you mean?”
Navya shifted on the sofa, her heavy breasts jiggling softly under the thin white kurta. The fabric stretched across her chest, her dark nipples clearly visible and slightly hardened from the cool night air and the intimate conversation. She looked at Ajay seriously now, the playful tone fading.
“You know… Shankar is a gentleman in a way. At least on the surface. He never forced himself on me. I thought he was being a very good guy, respectful. But later I understood — he’s actually not very good in sex. He knows his weakness, so he avoids it.”


Ajay felt a wave of relief wash over him. At least Shankar wouldn’t touch Meera in that way. He was not sure whether that was a relief or he felt saddened a bit.
But Navya wasn’t finished.
“He gets his pleasure differently,” she continued, her voice low. “He likes to seduce women. He enjoys flirting, teasing, and putting them in embarrassing situations where they have to strip or show off their bodies. His real thrill is watching them get shy, nervous, and exposed. He loves that power.”

Ajay listened silently, his jaw tightening.
Navya leaned forward slightly, her full breasts swaying heavily.
“Once he gets a girl under his control and trust… he takes her and presents her to others. Especially to Vikram first. He is a kind of pimp in that sense. He likes sharing. His favorite is threesomes. The elder brother (Vikram) fucks the girl hard… while Shankar teases and sucks her nipples roughly. He wants the girl to give him a blowjob while his brother is inside her. That’s his kink — watching and participating in exposing and using women in front of his powerful brother and their close group.”

She paused, letting the words sink in.
“He especially enjoys exposing women publicly or semi-publicly. He gets hard seeing them humiliated or displayed. With there boobs or pussy out on display . But he doesn’t want anyone to know about his own weakness in actual performance. That’s why he keeps this side hidden. He is not married too. ”
Ajay sat there completely stunned, his mouth slightly open. His mind raced — imagining Meera in such situations with Shankar and Vikram. The thought made his stomach twist with jealousy and unexpected arousal.


“I am not like him,” Ajay said quickly, his voice defensive. “I am good in sex. I don’t like to expose her like that. Yes… I feel erect seeing certain things, but I am not a bad person. The pic on hoarding is very sexy to be honest that can realy create...”
Navya looked at him with soft understanding. Her braless breasts rose and fell with a deep breath, the thin kurta doing nothing to hide how full and soft they were.
“I know you are not like them, Ajay,” she said gently. “That’s why I trust you. But now you understand why I was so scared… and why Meera might be in more danger than she realizes.”

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Meera sat in the back seat of the luxury car, the one-shouldered deep red dress hugging her body perfectly. The single strap rested on her left shoulder while the right side was completely bare, showing the smooth curve of her shoulder and side boob. The back was daringly open, the fabric stopping just above the dimples of her lower back. Every small movement made the high slit on the side reveal her toned thigh almost up to her hip. The stick-on bra did its job well, pushing her full breasts together and creating a deep, tempting cleavage that the dress neckline beautifully framed.
Shankar kept glancing at her, unable to hide his admiration.
“You look absolutely stunning tonight, Meera,” he said, his voice warm and sincere. “This dress was made for you. Everyone is going to notice you.”
Meera blushed slightly but smiled. After the tension at home with Gaurav and Ajay’s indifference, this praise felt good. She needed this escape

The car reached the farmhouse. It was brightly lit, music pulsing, and filled with important guests — businessmen, celebrities, and VIPs, just like the last party. But this time felt different. As soon as Meera stepped out (after removing her wrap), several people came forward to greet her personally.
Vikram spotted her immediately and walked over with a big smile.
“Meera! You are doing a fantastic job. Our efficiency has increased a lot — the team keeps praising your work. Why are you empty-handed? Get her a drink!”
A server quickly handed her a glass of champagne. Meera took a sip, feeling the bubbles and the attention.
She soon spotted Prem with his girlfriend Shalini. Prem recognized her instantly and came over with a charming smile.
“Beautiful advisor! Good to see you again,” he said, his eyes roaming over her figure in the revealing dress. Shalini also greeted her warmly. They chatted for a few minutes, Prem’s gaze frequently dropping to her deep cleavage and exposed back.
After some time, Vikram approached again.
“Meera, Shankar — come with me.”

He led them upstairs to the top floor, away from the main party noise. A small group of serious-looking men was already there, discussing business. Shankar was offered a chair. Meera stood gracefully beside him. She could feel the group’s eyes on her — deep cleavage, and the thigh-revealing slit. She was the only woman in that group other than the bikini clad girls who were serving the drinks.
Vikram placed his hand casually on her waist, keeping her close as he introduced her.
“This is Meera, advisor to Shankar. She has taken Ajmal’s place and is doing even better.”
There were murmurs of approval, followed by cheers and raised glasses for her. Meera felt a mix of pride and nervousness with Vikram’s warm hand resting possessively on her bare waist.
After some discussion, Vikram excused her. “ Meera. We’ll join you soon.”

From a distance, she could still catch bits and pieces of their conversation — talks about shipments, ports, foreign partners, and large sums of money. It was clear their business ran much deeper and darker than she had imagined.
One by one, a few men came out to the pool area. Among them were all foreigners — some 3-4 East Asia and two from Africa. They all greeted her warmly.
“Nice to meet you, Meera,” one tall African man said, shaking her hand and then pulling her into a friendly hug. His strong arms wrapped around her, pressing her chest against him for a moment. Another Asian gentleman did the same — a firm handshake followed by a warm embrace that lingered just a second longer than necessary, his hand brushing her bare back. They took the lift to go down. There is still metting going on with Vikram, Shankar, and one African.

[Habsi.]

Awesome writing bro

[Herbiee]

Nice Updates. Especially Meera-Chotu scenes are erotic spicy.

[shaalu_re]

Meera sat in the back seat of the luxury car, the one-shouldered deep red dress hugging her body perfectly. The single strap rested on her left shoulder while the right side was completely bare, showing the smooth curve of her shoulder and side boob. The back was daringly open, the fabric stopping just above the dimples of her lower back. Every small movement made the high slit on the side reveal her toned thigh almost up to her hip. The stick-on bra did its job well, pushing her full breasts together and creating a deep, tempting cleavage that the dress neckline beautifully framed.
Shankar kept glancing at her, unable to hide his admiration.
“You look absolutely stunning tonight, Meera,” he said, his voice warm and sincere. “This dress was made for you. Everyone is going to notice you.”
Meera blushed slightly but smiled. After the tension at home with Gaurav and Ajay’s indifference, this praise felt good. She needed this escape

The car reached the farmhouse. It was brightly lit, music pulsing, and filled with important guests — businessmen, celebrities, and VIPs, just like the last party. But this time felt different. As soon as Meera stepped out (after removing her wrap), several people came forward to greet her personally.
Vikram spotted her immediately and walked over with a big smile.
“Meera! You are doing a fantastic job. Our efficiency has increased a lot — the team keeps praising your work. Why are you empty-handed? Get her a drink!”
A server quickly handed her a glass of champagne. Meera took a sip, feeling the bubbles and the attention.
She soon spotted Prem with his girlfriend Shalini. Prem recognized her instantly and came over with a charming smile.
“Beautiful advisor! Good to see you again,” he said, his eyes roaming over her figure in the revealing dress. Shalini also greeted her warmly. They chatted for a few minutes, Prem’s gaze frequently dropping to her deep cleavage and exposed back.
After some time, Vikram approached again.
“Meera, Shankar — come with me.”

He led them upstairs to the top floor, away from the main party noise. A small group of serious-looking men was already there, discussing business. Shankar was offered a chair. Meera stood gracefully beside him. She could feel the group’s eyes on her — deep cleavage, and the thigh-revealing slit. She was the only woman in that group other than the bikini clad girls who were serving the drinks.
Vikram placed his hand casually on her waist, keeping her close as he introduced her.
“This is Meera, advisor to Shankar. She has taken Ajmal’s place and is doing even better.”
There were murmurs of approval, followed by cheers and raised glasses for her. Meera felt a mix of pride and nervousness with Vikram’s warm hand resting possessively on her bare waist.
After some discussion, Vikram excused her. “ Meera. We’ll join you soon.”

From a distance, she could still catch bits and pieces of their conversation — talks about shipments, ports, foreign partners, and large sums of money. It was clear their business ran much deeper and darker than she had imagined.
One by one, a few men came out to the pool area. Among them were all foreigners — some 3-4 East Asia and two from Africa. They all greeted her warmly.
“Nice to meet you, Meera,” one tall African man said, shaking her hand and then pulling her into a friendly hug. His strong arms wrapped around her, pressing her chest against him for a moment. Another Asian gentleman did the same — a firm handshake followed by a warm embrace that lingered just a second longer than necessary, his hand brushing her bare back. They took the lift to go down. There is still metting going on with Vikram, Shankar, and one African.

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Meera stood near the pool, sipping her vodka. The party was loud Shankar is in some meeting inside. She felt bored and restless. Her eyes wandered to the side and landed on the game room Shankar had shown her during her previous visit. The door was slightly ajar, and through the transparent glass panel, she could see flickering lights from a projector.

Maybe some video games will distract me, she thought.
She walked over quietly, the high slit of her one-shouldered red dress flashing her smooth thigh with every step. She gently pushed the door open and peeked inside.
The room was dimly lit, the main light coming from the large projector screen. What she saw made her freeze.
On the screen was an explicit porn scene. She got shocked and she looked away and she found.. A pretty Asian girl with smooth skin and perky breasts was riding an African-origin man in cowgirl position. The man was lying back, his dark, muscular body glistening with sweat. The girl was bouncing on his thick cock, her eyes closed in pleasure, mouth open in a silent moan. Her breasts jiggled wildly with each downward thrust. The man’s large hands were gripping her waist, then moving up to roughly squeeze and maul her bouncing tits.


Meera’s breath caught in her throat. She stood there, unable to look away immediately. The raw, intense fucking on screen was hypnotic. The man’s strong hands kneaded the girl’s breasts, pinching her nipples. A very visible anchor tattoo on the back of his right hand stood out clearly under the projector light as he played with her body.
Meera felt a sudden heat between her legs. She felt like having a pain on her nipple seeing how he caressed that Asian girl's nipples. Her stick-on bra suddenly felt tighter against her hardening nipples. She took a quiet step back, careful not to make noise. Neither the man nor the girl on screen had noticed her. She slowly closed the door and stepped away, her heart racing.


She walked back toward the pool area and stood near the lift, trying to calm herself. But her mind kept replaying the scene — the Asian girl riding that thick black cock, the man’s tattooed hand squeezing her breasts, the pure lust on their faces. It reminded her of how Shankar and Vikram’s circle operated. The images refused to leave her head.
Just then, the lift dinged.
The doors opened, and out stepped Prem and Shalini. Prem’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Meera in her daring red dress.
“Meera! Looking absolutely ravishing tonight,” Prem said with his signature charming smile, his gaze openly roaming over her deep cleavage, bare shoulder, and exposed thigh.


Prem’s eyes were devouring her openly. His gaze moved slowly from her deep cleavage, down the curve of her waist, to the high slit that showed most of her smooth thigh. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. Shalini was right there beside him, yet Prem stared at Meera with raw hunger.
Meera felt a strange mix of emotions — pity for Prem, who had such a hot girlfriend yet couldn’t stop staring at her, and a quiet pride in her own beauty. The one-shouldered red dress was doing its job perfectly tonight.

Shalini and Prem were both quite drunk now. They were arguing over something silly — who had drunk more, or some forgotten joke from earlier. Their voices grew louder, playful but tipsy.
Suddenly, Prem laughed and gave Shalini a light, dramatic push.
Shalini lost her balance near the edge. With a loud splash, she fell backward into the pool.
For a second, Meera thought it was just drunken play. But Shalini was flailing, sinking, and not coming up quickly. Whether acting or genuinely struggling in her drunk state, it looked dangerous.

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Meera didn’t think twice.
She kicked off her heels and jumped straight into the pool to save her.
The moment her body hit the water, disaster struck.
The long, flowing skirt of the elegant dress — heavy with water — ballooned upward violently due to the force of her jump. The wet fabric rushed up over her thighs, her hips, her waist, and kept going. In seconds, the entire lower half of the dress flipped up and over her head like a wet sack. The soaked material completely covered her face, arms, and upper body, trapping her like a shroud.
Meera was now blind.

She couldn’t see anything. The heavy, waterlogged dress clung to her head and arms, pinning them awkwardly. She tried to push it down, but the weight and the way it had tangled made it impossible. Her legs kicked desperately, but she was in the deeper end of the pool.
Water rushed into her nose and mouth as she sank.
Panic exploded in her chest.
Her lungs burned immediately. She tried to scream, but only bubbles came out. The dress acted like an anchor, dragging her down. She thrashed wildly, but every movement made the wet fabric twist tighter around her head and arms. She couldn’t get her hands free to swim or even pull the dress off her face.

Her heart hammered violently. The pressure in her chest grew unbearable. Her body screamed for air. Dark spots danced behind her closed eyes. She could faintly hear muffled screams from above — Shalini calling her name — but it sounded far away, distorted by the water.
I'm going to die.
The thought was crystal clear and terrifying. Her legs kicked slower now. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, every cell begging for oxygen.She felt herself sinking deeper. The water pressed in from all sides. Her mind started going blank, thoughts becoming sluggish. A final wave of agony ripped through her as her body convulsed, desperate for air.Meera’s world had narrowed to pure panic and darkness. The wet red dress was wrapped tightly around her head and upper body like a suffocating shroud. Her lungs screamed for air. She could vaguely hear muffled screams from above — Shalini’s panicked voice calling her name.

Then came another loud splash.
A strong pair of hands suddenly grabbed her by the waist underwater. The grip was powerful, almost bruising. The African man she had seen in the game room — the one with the anchor tattoo — had jumped in after her. His muscular arms tried to lift her, but the heavy, waterlogged dress acted like dead weight, dragging her down. He pulled harder, his fingers digging into her soft waist.
Unable to lift her fully, he grabbed the tangled fabric around her torso and pulled with raw strength.
Rippppp.


The expensive dress tore violently from the force. The soaked material gave way, ripping apart across her chest and shoulders. The single strap snapped, and the entire portion of the dress came off in his hands.
Suddenly free from the deadly fabric, Meera shot upward.
She broke the surface with a desperate, gasping breath. Air rushed into her burning lungs. She coughed violently, water spraying from her mouth and nose. Her head spun as she tried to breathe.
The African man held her firmly, one arm around her waist, and swam her toward the pool edge. Shankar, Vikram, Prem, and others had rushed over. Wet Shalini stood there, eyes wide with guilt and fear.


Multiple hands reached down — Shankar and Vikram grabbing her arms, Prem and another man taking her legs. They hauled her out of the pool and laid her gently on the tiled edge.
Meera lay there gasping, her body trembling. The torn dress had gone completely from her body. The stick-on bra had come loose in the chaos — one cup was completely off, exposing her full, heavy right breast, the dark nipple hard from the cold water. The remaining panty clung transparently to her body, outlining every fold. The African man who saved her climbed out and knelt beside her. He pressed firmly on her stomach a couple of times to force out the remaining water. Meera coughed hard again, more water spilling from her mouth. Her breasts jiggled with each violent cough.
She finally opened her eyes, blinking away water.
Standing and kneeling around her were Shankar, Vikram, Prem, a very wet Shalini, and two other men from the meeting — including the suited African from earlier. All of them were staring down at her

Meera’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She weakly wiped her face with her hand.
She was safe.
Her eyes then fell on the man kneeling right beside her — the one who had jumped in to save her. He was sitting back, running his hand through his wet hair to push it back. On the back of his right hand, clearly visible under the pool lights, was the anchor tattoo she had seen earlier in the game room.
The same man who had been fucking the Asian girl on the projector screen.


Meera lay on the cold tiled edge of the pool, gasping for air. The first clear thought that hit her was pure relief — I’m not dead. Her lungs still burned, her body trembled from the near-drowning, but she was alive.


Then the second realization crashed over her like another wave.
She was almost completely naked.

Meera’s heart skipped violently. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest. Her right hand grabbed her left breast over the stick on bra, trying to cover it. But her left hand brushed directly over her right nipple, which was hard and sensitive from the cold water. She realized with horror that the second stick-on bra cup had come off during the struggle. She was now topless — both of her round, soft breasts completely bare in front of everyone.

The heavy red dress that had nearly killed her was now at the bottom of the pool. All that remained on her body was a tiny pair of panties and one loose stick-on bra cup that was barely hanging on. Her full, heavy breasts were mostly exposed to the cool night air. Water droplets rolled down her smooth skin, making her breasts glisten under the bright pool lights.

She had no idea how long she had been lying there like this. It felt like only seconds, but her mind had gone blank from the agony of drowning. Maybe others had been staring at her exposed body the entire time.

A male doctor came running he was tipsy too. He knelt beside her and forcefully took her left wrist to check her pulse. Meera couldn’t cover her right breast anymore. It jiggled freely as the doctor moved her arm. She felt completely helpless.

“Move both hands aside and lie still,” the doctor instructed firmly, wanting to check her breathing and chest.

Meera’s face burned with shame. She slowly lowered her arms, lying topless on the pool edge in nothing but her wet, clinging panties. Her dark nipples stood out prominently, her full breasts rising and falling with every shaky breath. All the men — Shankar, Vikram, Prem, the two Africans, and the doctor — were looking down at her exposed body.
She felt another wave of panic when she looked to her right.
The African man who had saved her was sitting nearby, completely naked. His muscular dark body was still wet. His thick, heavy cock hung semi-hard between his legs — clearly still aroused from the sex she had seen in the game room. It twitched slightly as he breathed heavily. The anchor tattoo on his hand was clearly visible.

Next to him stood the pretty Asian girl from the porn scene, also completely naked. Her perky breasts, slim waist, and smooth shaved pussy were fully on display. She looked concerned but made no attempt to cover herself.
Meera felt utterly exposed and vulnerable. She was lying almost naked in just her panties in front of powerful men, while the couple she had accidentally watched fucking stood right there — both still naked and aroused.

Her cheeks burned with deep shame. She wanted to curl up and disappear, but she could only lie there, breathing heavily, her wet breasts on full display for everyone to see.
Shalini knelt beside her, looking guilty. “Meera… I’m so sorry… I was just playing around.”

The doctor finished checking Meera’s pulse and breathing. He stood up and nodded.
“She is all good now. Just a bit of shock and water in the lungs. Let her rest for a few minutes.”
Everyone around the pool let out a collective sigh of relief. Meera was still lying on the edge, breathing heavily, her full, wet breasts completely exposed, dark nipples stiff from the cold air and lingering fear. Her tiny panties were the only piece of clothing left on her body, clinging wetly to her pussy and ass.

The naked African man who had saved her stood up. Water dripped down his muscular dark body, his thick, heavy cock still semi-hard and swinging between his legs. He extended his strong hand toward Meera.
She hesitated for a second, then grabbed his hand. He pulled her up gently but firmly. Meera stood on shaky legs, completely topless in front of everyone, her heavy breasts jiggling as she got to her feet. Water streamed down her naked body, running between her breasts and over her smooth stomach.

Just then, a young boy came running with a bathrobe and a large towel. His eyes widened when he saw the two naked women — Meera with her big, bare breasts out and the Asian girl standing completely nude beside her.
Vikram snapped at the boy angrily, “Why are you so late? Hurry up!”
He snatched the bathrobe and towel from the boy’s hands and immediately handed them to the naked African man.

“Here, Prince. Dry yourself first.”
Meera stood there stunned, still topless, her breasts fully exposed to the group. She instinctively tried to cover them with her arms, but the cold and shock made her movements slow. She watched in disbelief as Vikram gave priority to the man who had saved her.

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They are giving him clothes first while I’m standing here naked?
Vikram turned to her with a casual smile.
“Meera. This is Prince Tau Mpanda. He is the next ruler of Zambasi, a small but important province in Africa. He is our very special guest.”
Meera managed a weak nod. “Thank you… for saving me, Prince.”
Prince Tau smiled, his deep voice calm. “It’s okay. You were very brave to jump in.”
He extended his right hand for a handshake. His left hand was casually resting on the bare ass of the naked Asian girl standing beside him, squeezing her cheek lightly. Meera shook his hand, standing almost naked in just her wet panties, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement.

The other African man stepped forward. He was equally muscular and fully suited.
“This is my younger brother and military commander, Kazi Mpanda,” Prince Tau introduced.
Meera felt extremely conscious. She was standing topless in the middle of powerful men — Shankar, Vikram, Prem, the two naked African brothers, and others — while they treated the situation so casually. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible. She could feel their eyes on her wet, glistening body.

The young boy returned with another towel. This time Vikram handed it to Meera, but the damage to her dignity had already been done. She quickly wrapped it around her chest, covering her breasts, but the thin towel did little to hide her curves. Her panties were still visible below, soaked and clinging to her pussy.

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Meera stood shivering on the pool edge, quickly wrapping the thin white towel around her chest. It barely covered her full breasts, the top edge threatening to slip down at any moment. Water still dripped from her hair and body, making the towel cling transparently to her skin.
Kazi, the younger African brother, said something in his native language while looking at her. The group chuckled. Vikram translated with a smirk.
“He said — ‘Why cover up now? We’ve been staring at you for the last ten minutes.I’ve been looking at you this whole time anyway, and it beats having to look at their ugly faces.’ pointing at Shankar and Vikram”

Everyone burst into loud laughter. Prem, Shalini, the Prince, and even Shankar joined in. Meera’s face turned deep red with embarrassment. She pulled the towel tighter around her chest, feeling utterly humiliated. The joke stung because it was true — she had been lying there topless for who knows how long while they all stared.
Prince Tau Mpanda smiled kindly and poured a full glass of whisky, handing it to her.
“Drink this. It will warm you up and calm your nerves. You were very brave tonight.”

Meera, still in shock and grateful to the man who saved her life, accepted the glass and took a big sip. The strong alcohol burned down her throat.
The Prince, along with his brother Kazi and the naked Asian girl, started walking away with Vikram and the others. They disappeared toward the main building, leaving only Meera, Shalini, and Prem near the pool.
Both Prem and Shalini looked genuinely sorry.
“We’re so sorry, Meera,” Shalini said, her own clothes still wet and clinging. “I was just playing around. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Prem nodded. Shalini said “Dry yourself properly or you’ll catch a fever. Remove that wet panty too — it’s soaked.”

Meera was still dazed from the near-death experience. Without thinking much, she simply nodded and slipped her wet panties down her legs, stepping out of them. She now stood wearing nothing but the thin towel wrapped around her chest. Her smooth, shaved pussy was barely covered by the bottom edge of the towel.
Shalini went inside to fetch dry clothes for her.
Meera sat down on a lounge chair, holding the towel tightly. She felt extremely vulnerable — completely naked underneath in the middle of the party area.

Suddenly, Shankar came rushing out, looking tense.
“We need to leave right now. There’s a problem.”
Meera hesitated. “Sir… I’m not wearing anything except this towel. How can I—”
Shankar cut her off sharply, clearly in no mood for arguments.
“Don’t speak. Just follow me. Unless you want to end up in the station again — this time without a single string of clothes on your body.”
Meera’s heart jumped in fear. She remembered the previous humiliating security officer incident too well. She quickly stood up and followed him, clutching the towel desperately.
The towel kept slipping as she walked hurriedly. She had to keep adjusting it with one hand, her bare thighs and the curve of her ass flashing with every step. Vikram and the others were already walking ahead.

A normal Scorpio with fully tinted glass pulled up suddenly and the vellfire was coming behind that . Meera walked towards the vellfire but Shankar dragged her towards scorpio instead of waiting for the Vellfire.
“Get in!” he ordered and pulled her in forcefully to the car like kidnapping her.
Meera fell into the back seat. As she did, the towel completely came undone and fell to the floor. She was now fully naked inside the moving vehicle. She saw her towel has fallen outside the car.
“Stop the car! My towel—” she cried out.
Shankar was on his phone, speaking angrily to someone. He wasn’t listening. The car sped off, tires screeching. Meera turned back and saw the Vellfire following for a moment before it took the opposite direction at the gate.
She sat there completely naked in the back seat of the Scorpio, one arm trying to cover her breasts and the other between her legs. Her heart pounded with fresh humiliation and fear as the car raced into the night.

[Habsi.]

Continue writing bro?