Misc. Erotica A journey called life

[shaalu_re]

Mamta woke me up when we reached my flat. I was feeling incredibly sleepy and tired, so I just stumbled out of the autorickshaw and said goodbye. She called me back, though, and adjusted my frock, which had ridden up, revealing my panties—something I was too exhausted to notice. On the way inside, the security guard tried to say something, but I just ignored him and walked straight in.

I slept wonderfully, waking up around 5:15 AM feeling much better. That's when my mind started replaying everything that happened yesterday. I was so grateful that Chacha hadn't seen me naked in my panties. A wave of relief washed over me. I took off my clothes, tossed them in a corner, and then enjoyed a hot bath.

Coming out of the bath, wrapped in a towel, I began combing my hair. My eyes fell on the dress I'd removed to air dry, and then it hit me: my clothes from yesterday were still missing. That meant someone had come and taken them, and whoever it was must have seen me naked. A knot of unease tightened in my stomach. I'd been so relieved that Chacha hadn't seen me, but now I realized he likely had. Plus, he still had my old clothes.

I called him on the number I'd gotten from Sanjay later. He sounded like I'd woken him up. "Hi Chacha, I want you to return my clothes," I said.

"What clothes, Madam?" he replied.

"The ones I put for drying," I clarified.

I was worried. I went to a nearby restaurant around 8:30 AM for my breakfast. When I parked my scooty, I found a note on the console that I hadn't noticed before. It was a crumpled, cheap piece of paper, scrawled in crude, block letters: 'LOVELY CURVES, MADAM. ENJOYED THE SHOW. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME YOU MIGHT ENJOY MORE EYES ON YOU. DON'T WORRY, I'LL KNOW IF YOU PLAY ALONG.' Some kind of crap advertisement, I thought, and just tossed it away.

After breakfast, I came back and took my scooty. This time, I found a note inside my helmet: 'YOUR SKIRT FEELS SOFTER THAN I IMAGINED. KEEPING IT WARM FOR YOU. FOR OUR NEXT ACT, WEAR A FLOWY SKIRT AND NO PANTIES. TAKE A WALK ON THE MARINE DRIVE PROMENADE AT 6 PM. I WANT THE EVENING BREEZE TO BE OUR PARTNER. NO CHEATING.' I tossed that away too and headed to my flat.

As I walked in, the security guard approached me and passed me another note. This one said: 'YOU ARE BEING A BAD GIRL NEGLECTING ALL MY MESSAGES. SOON I WILL POST YOUR NAKED PICTURES FROM YOUR HUSBAND'S OFFICE IF YOU DON'T AGREE TO MY TASKS. I HAVE PICS OF YOU LYING IN THE OFFICE ROOM WEARING SWEATY PINK PANTIES SHOWCASING YOUR ORANGE SIZED BOOBS HANGING LIKE LOTUS FLOWER BUDS.'

A shiver ran through me. The threat was real. Someone had seen me naked and was now blackmailing me. I didn't know what to do or whom to tell. I quickly put on my dress and headed to the hospital.

Today, we were moving Renjith from the hospital to a small house nearby. It would make follow-ups easier, and we didn't want to bring him back to the flat just yet. Sanjay and Mamta were there to help with everything. For Renjith, I was still just a caretaker who also worked in his office, and who had even shed her clothes in front of him a couple of times. That part still didn't make sense to him – why I'd gotten naked without much complaint. Perhaps he thought I was desperate for the job.

Mamta and Sanjay stepped out to finalize some arrangements. A call came from Sanjay, asking me to send him a document from his laptop, which he’d left at our home. He gave me his password. I logged in, found the file, and sent it. Accidentally, I noticed a half-played video in the video player. It was of me, walking in just my panties with my T-shirt and skirt in my hand. I played it from the beginning. It started with an empty gate area, then I walked in, in my panties and T-shirt. I watched myself remove my T-shirt and wash both it and my skirt, spending about three or four minutes topless. My boobs were swaying as I washed, I have even washed my boobs and nipple there in the open. A pang of dismay hit me, realizing Sanjay had this naked video of me. There were other protected pictures in the same folder, all opened. It hurt to know Sanjay had these intimate videos; I had trusted him. I couldn't tell Renjith now, not when he relied on Sanjay more than he did on me. I didn't know if Mamta was involved either. Was he the one blackmailing me? I had no answers.

A few minutes later, they both returned. Sanjay took his laptop. I had left the windows exactly as I found them. He might have had some suspicion, but I didn't show any doubt or unusual behavior, so he seemed to think I hadn't seen the video. I wanted to know what his plan was.

As Sanjay left, I got a Telegram message from an unknown number. It contained a picture of the threatening note I'd received, followed by the question: "Ready?" I sent a thumbs-up emoji in reply, then grabbed my scooty and headed towards Marine Drive. I was determined to catch him red-handed there.

I walked along the pavement, consciously trying not to let my skirt fly too high in the wind. I kept a close watch, checking if anyone was following me. I had strategically chosen to wear a skin-colored thong so it wouldn't be visible, making anyone who saw think I was going commando. I allowed the wind to tease my skirt hem up a couple of times, letting it reveal a bit more of my thighs. Seeing no one paying attention, I walked back to my scooty after about ten minutes. As I walked back, a small, cute puppy started barking at me. I crouched down and gently patted him. Just as I was about to stand up, I saw someone who looked like Sanjay walking in the distance. What is he doing here? I thought, my suspicion solidifying: he was the one blackmailing me. A profound sense of betrayal washed over me.

I went back home. Just as I was about to ring the doorbell, I heard Mamta and Sanjay talking inside. I froze, listening. I heard Sanjay say to Mamta, "Maybe these little playful things of Shalini are helping. That's what the doctor said." He continued, "And it looks like Renjith prefers accidental exposures from all these, so that kind of thing can help with his erectile dysfunction."

Mamta replied, her voice slightly exasperated, "Why are you worried about his erectile dysfunction? His memory is more important, right?"

"If he's erect and they have a few sessions, his memory will be back, you know what I'm saying?" Sanjay responded. "That's why we're doing this. Let it be a secret to Shalini for now, or else it won't feel natural to Renjith. I think solving his erectile disorder may help him with his memory."

Oh! So Sanjay is a good guy, even if he's going about this the wrong way. He's doing it for our benefit. I felt an urge to go and hug him, to say thank you. Maybe he'd already received his "present" – the video, I thought. Still, it bothered me that he had that video.

I walked into the room. Mamta and Sanjay stopped talking, and I saw Renjith in his room, doing something on his laptop. Is he watching the video? Is this video for Sanjay or Renjith? I wondered. I couldn't tell if Sanjay was a villain or a hero, or if he secretly enjoyed watching my naked video.

I sat down with Sanjay and Mamta. As I settled in, my phone buzzed with a Telegram notification. It said, "You cheated, you wore panties." This was followed by two photos of me crouching down, my skirt lifted by the wind, with my thong clearly visible, the thin strap disappearing into my ass crack. I wondered how he managed to send the message while sitting right in front of me. Was it Renjith who sent it, or was it some kind of scheduled message? I had no answer.

I quickly typed, "Sorry dear, I chickened out." The next message came instantly: "Call me master." Okay, this was real-time, not a scheduler. "Sure, master, what can I do now?" I replied. I glanced over at Renjith and saw a small smile on his face. Aha, so it's him sending these messages! I thought. Is he blackmailing me to see my naked pictures? I'll show you everything, my dear, I decided.

The next message read, "Since you cheated on this, you will get a punishment in the morning." I asked what it was, but received no response. I saw Renjith fold his laptop and lie down.

I escorted Sanjay and Mamta out. As Mamta walked behind me, she "accidentally" raised my skirt hem. "Ouch!" I said, quickly covering myself. I turned to her, ready to ask "What the hell?", but saw her blushing and asking, "What are you wearing, you shameless girl?" I realized Renjith might have seen it too. She was helping him. I shouldn't have worn the thong. I should have just let him see whatever he wanted. I should have played by their rules.