21-02-2020, 04:13 AM
The next day Jyoti looked through her wardrobe. Mr. Misra said to wear something sexy. Jyoti didn't own anything sexy. The last thing she wanted was to make him angry, but what was she supposed to do? After making numerous selections, only to put the clothes back, Jyoti settled on a sari with a deep neck and backless blouse. By the time Jyoti finished with her hair and make-up she realized it was nearly 10:00 o'clock. She had spent so much time choosing her outfit that she was now out of time.
Jyoti put on a pair of black panties and then her petticoat. Then Jyoti suddenly remembered Mr. Misra' orders -- no underwear. She begrudgingly reached under her petticoat and removed her panties. After putting them back in the drawer, Jyoti felt very naked. Jyoti slipped on high-heel sandals and then automatically reached into her bra drawer, but came back empty-handed. No underwear meant no bra as well. Jyoti put the white blouse over her naked tits and buttoned it up. When she looked at herself in the mirror, Jyoti gasped. She had chosen the blouse because it was the most sexy one she owned. The problem was that it was sheer and she had never worn it without something underneath. The shape of her breasts was clearly visible as well as the dark areoles and nipples.
Jyoti panicked and quickly ran to her closet for a replacement, but just then Jyoti heard a car horn. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was 10:00 o'clock. Jyoti became flustered, but when the second blast of the horn was heard she left her bedroom and ran out of the house. She saw the sleek black car with dark tinted windows hiding whoever was inside. The chauffer stood next to the back door.
Jyoti walked towards the car and saw the chauffer staring at her chest -- at her jiggling tits that were partially exposed through the sheer material. As soon as she reached the car the chauffer professionally opened the door. Jyoti was dreading the afternoon, thinking on what other humiliating acts were in store for her.
The car drove her to a hotel, next to the office. As the car pulled up to the entrance of the hotel, her phone got a text to come to room no. 1450. She covered her blouse with her sari as much as she could and made it to the room. As she knocked on the door, Misra opened the door.
He motioned for Jyoti to come in. As Jyoti stepped into the room she saw an Oriental man sitting there.
"Jyoti, this is Mr. Ichiro," Mr. Misra said. "Sir, this is Mrs. Rai."
Jyoti held her hand out but the old man sort of bowed. Jyoti pulled her hand back and did the same. Her eyes stayed on Mr. Ichiro and she saw him looking down her blouse which was open at the top. Jyoti got upright, but his eyes remained on her chest. She desperately wanted to cross her arms over her breasts, but knew that would bring more attention to them, and probably upset Mr. Misra.
"Mr. Ichiro is the founder, owner, and CEO of Yashaka Ltd.," Mr. Misra said. "We have concluded a very important agreement and now I want to show my appreciation for his business." Jyoti looked at Mr. Misra with a blank stare so he continued. "Jyoti, since your husband works for my company..." Mr. Misra stopped and turned to Mr. Ichiro. "Oh, I didn't tell you. The presentation you liked so much was put together by Jyoti's husband." Jyoti's eyes turned down in embarrassment when the Japanese executive looked at her in astonishment. "Anyway, Jyoti, your husband did his part and now I expect you to do your part. Let's begin with your clothes. I like the blouse you chose, but I think the sari is covering it, lets remove it."
Jyoti noticed the "no nonsense" look Mr. Misra gave her so, with trembling hands, she put her sari’s pallu aside and slowly started undoing it. She was standing in her petticoat and blouse, at that moment she stopped and looked up with pleading eyes. But Mr. Misra motioned for her to continue. He wasn't satisfied. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and the petticoat. Soon she was stark naked in the room.
Jyoti put on a pair of black panties and then her petticoat. Then Jyoti suddenly remembered Mr. Misra' orders -- no underwear. She begrudgingly reached under her petticoat and removed her panties. After putting them back in the drawer, Jyoti felt very naked. Jyoti slipped on high-heel sandals and then automatically reached into her bra drawer, but came back empty-handed. No underwear meant no bra as well. Jyoti put the white blouse over her naked tits and buttoned it up. When she looked at herself in the mirror, Jyoti gasped. She had chosen the blouse because it was the most sexy one she owned. The problem was that it was sheer and she had never worn it without something underneath. The shape of her breasts was clearly visible as well as the dark areoles and nipples.
Jyoti panicked and quickly ran to her closet for a replacement, but just then Jyoti heard a car horn. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was 10:00 o'clock. Jyoti became flustered, but when the second blast of the horn was heard she left her bedroom and ran out of the house. She saw the sleek black car with dark tinted windows hiding whoever was inside. The chauffer stood next to the back door.
Jyoti walked towards the car and saw the chauffer staring at her chest -- at her jiggling tits that were partially exposed through the sheer material. As soon as she reached the car the chauffer professionally opened the door. Jyoti was dreading the afternoon, thinking on what other humiliating acts were in store for her.
The car drove her to a hotel, next to the office. As the car pulled up to the entrance of the hotel, her phone got a text to come to room no. 1450. She covered her blouse with her sari as much as she could and made it to the room. As she knocked on the door, Misra opened the door.
He motioned for Jyoti to come in. As Jyoti stepped into the room she saw an Oriental man sitting there.
"Jyoti, this is Mr. Ichiro," Mr. Misra said. "Sir, this is Mrs. Rai."
Jyoti held her hand out but the old man sort of bowed. Jyoti pulled her hand back and did the same. Her eyes stayed on Mr. Ichiro and she saw him looking down her blouse which was open at the top. Jyoti got upright, but his eyes remained on her chest. She desperately wanted to cross her arms over her breasts, but knew that would bring more attention to them, and probably upset Mr. Misra.
"Mr. Ichiro is the founder, owner, and CEO of Yashaka Ltd.," Mr. Misra said. "We have concluded a very important agreement and now I want to show my appreciation for his business." Jyoti looked at Mr. Misra with a blank stare so he continued. "Jyoti, since your husband works for my company..." Mr. Misra stopped and turned to Mr. Ichiro. "Oh, I didn't tell you. The presentation you liked so much was put together by Jyoti's husband." Jyoti's eyes turned down in embarrassment when the Japanese executive looked at her in astonishment. "Anyway, Jyoti, your husband did his part and now I expect you to do your part. Let's begin with your clothes. I like the blouse you chose, but I think the sari is covering it, lets remove it."
Jyoti noticed the "no nonsense" look Mr. Misra gave her so, with trembling hands, she put her sari’s pallu aside and slowly started undoing it. She was standing in her petticoat and blouse, at that moment she stopped and looked up with pleading eyes. But Mr. Misra motioned for her to continue. He wasn't satisfied. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and the petticoat. Soon she was stark naked in the room.
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