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Two days after the intense video call humiliation, Johnny sent Deepa a single commanding message:
“Convince Charan to take a weekend family business trip to Lakeview Resort. Tell him it’s for networking on his tender project. My father and I will be there. If you fail, the videos go public tomorrow.”
Deepa stared at the message for a long time, her hands shaking. She knew she had no choice.
That evening, during dinner, she forced a bright smile and told Charan, “Jaan, I was thinking… why don’t we go for a short weekend getaway to Lakeview Resort? It will be good for your project — you can network with some influential people. Rahul can also come and relax.”
Charan’s face lit up. “That’s a wonderful idea, Deepa! I’ve been so stressed with the tender. A family trip sounds perfect.”
Rahul, however, narrowed his eyes slightly but said nothing. He had been watching his sister too closely lately.
The family left for the luxurious Lakeview Resort on Friday evening. The resort was beautiful — private villas, a serene lake, and high-end facilities. Charan had booked a spacious family villa with two bedrooms.
Unbeknownst to them, Johnny and His friends also book the room in villa.
Charan had booked a beautiful family villa overlooking the lake. He was in high spirits, talking excitedly about the tender project, future plans, and how this success would secure Rahul’s future. He kept pulling Deepa close, kissing her forehead, and telling her how grateful he was for her support.
Deepa smiled through it all, but her smiles never reached her eyes.
Rahul noticed everything.
He had been watching his sister like a hawk since the college event. The way she walked a little stiffly. The way she sometimes zoned out during conversations. The way she checked her phone with trembling hands when she thought no one was looking. And most of all, the way she avoided being alone with him.
On the first evening, after dinner, the family sat on the private balcony overlooking the lake. Charan was sharing stories from his Singapore trip, laughing warmly. Rahul sat quietly, pretending to listen, but his eyes kept returning to Deepa.
She looked exhausted. There were faint dark circles under her eyes that makeup couldn’t fully hide. When Charan put his arm around her shoulders, she leaned into him — but it looked forced, almost mechanical.
“Didi,” Rahul said suddenly, his voice quiet but sharp, “you’ve been very quiet since we arrived. Is everything okay?”
Deepa’s hand tightened around her glass of juice. She forced another smile.
“I’m fine, Rahul. Just a little tired from the journey.”
Charan nodded sympathetically. “She’s been working so hard at home. This trip will help her relax.”
But Rahul didn’t look convinced. Later that night, when Charan had gone to bed, Rahul found Deepa sitting alone by the lake, staring at the water.
He sat down beside her.
“Didi… please tell me the truth,” he said softly. “Something is wrong. I can see it. You’ve been acting strange for weeks. Ever since that security officer incident with Johnny. And at the college programme… you looked scared. Your saree was tied so low. You were sweating even though it wasn’t that hot. And Johnny kept staring at you.”
Deepa’s eyes filled with tears. She looked away, unable to meet her brother’s gaze.
“Rahul… please… don’t ask me these things. Everything is fine. I handled it. You’re safe. That’s all that matters.”
Rahul’s voice cracked with emotion. “Didi, I’m not a child. I know something bad happened that day at the station. You changed after that. You don’t laugh like before. You flinch when someone touches you suddenly. And Johnny… he keeps laughing at me in college. He asks about you in a way that makes my skin crawl.”
He took her hand gently.
“Did he… do something to you? To save me? Please tell me. I can’t bear seeing you like this.”
Deepa broke down completely. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed quietly.
“I did what I had to do, Rahul. For you. For our family. But please… don’t ask me more. If I tell you everything, it will destroy us all. Charan can never know. Never.”
Rahul’s eyes filled with pain and anger. He pulled her into a tight hug.
“I won’t let them hurt you anymore, Didi. I promise. I’ll find a way. But you have to trust me.”
Deepa cried harder in her brother’s arms, torn between the need to protect him and the crushing weight of her secret.
The next day, the family went for a boat ride on the lake. Charan was laughing, taking photos, trying to make happy memories. But the tension between Deepa and Rahul was palpable. Rahul kept glancing at his sister protectively. Deepa kept checking her phone nervously, deleting messages from Johnny as soon as they arrived.
Unknown to them, Johnny and Mr. Raghav were staying in the villa next door, watching the family from a distance, planning their next move.
The perfect family weekend was slowly turning into a pressure cooker of secrets, guilt, suspicion, and unspoken pain.
Deepa knew the trap was closing tighter.
And she had no idea how to escape without destroying the people she loved most.
The Lakeview Resort was supposed to be a peaceful escape.
But for Deepa, it felt like a cage closing in.
On the second evening, the family decided to have dinner at the resort’s open-air lakeside restaurant. Charan was in a cheerful mood, ordering special dishes and talking about future plans for the tender project. Rahul sat quietly, his eyes constantly flicking toward his sister. Deepa tried to smile and participate, but her hands trembled slightly whenever she picked up her glass.
She had received a message from Johnny earlier:
“Lakeside restaurant. 8 PM. Wear the green saree you wore at the college event. Tie it low. I want to see that waist. My friends will be with me. Behave naturally… or the videos go out.”
Deepa had obeyed. The dark green saree was tied low again, exposing her smooth midriff and deep navel. The thin golden hip chain glittered under the restaurant lights. Charan had complimented her, saying she looked beautiful. Rahul had only stared.
As they were eating, Johnny, Raju, and Rakesh entered the restaurant. They chose a table not far from the Sharma family — close enough to watch, far enough to seem coincidental.
Johnny’s eyes locked on Deepa immediately. He smirked.
Charan noticed the group. “Do you know them, jaan?”
Deepa’s heart nearly stopped. “N-no… just some people from Rahul’s college, I think.”
Rahul’s jaw tightened. He recognized Johnny instantly. His fists clenched under the table.
Johnny stood up casually and walked toward their table with Raju and Rakesh following.
“Rahul! What a surprise!” Johnny said loudly, his voice friendly but dripping with mockery. “And this must be your family. Nice to meet you, sir,” he said, extending his hand to Charan.
Charan shook it politely. “Charan Sharma. Nice to meet you. Are you Rahul’s friends?”
“College mates,” Johnny replied smoothly. His eyes slid to Deepa. “And this must be Rahul’s elder sister. I’ve heard so much about you, madam. You look even more beautiful in person.”
Deepa’s face paled. She forced a weak smile. “Thank you.”
Raju and Rakesh stared openly at her exposed midriff and deep navel. Raju’s gaze lingered a little too long on her hip chain.
Rahul stood up abruptly. “What are you doing here, Johnny?”
“Just enjoying the resort, hero,” Johnny said with a casual shrug. “Nice place, isn’t it? Perfect for family time… and other kinds of fun.”
His eyes flicked back to Deepa meaningfully. She looked down at her plate, cheeks burning.
Charan, oblivious, smiled. “Why don’t you boys join us for a few minutes? Any friend of Rahul is welcome.”
Johnny accepted immediately. The three of them pulled chairs and sat down. Johnny made sure he sat directly opposite Deepa.
The conversation started light, but Johnny steered it cleverly.
“So, Mr. Sharma, I heard you won a big tender recently. Congratulations. Must be a lot of pressure handling such a massive project.”
Charan beamed. “Yes, it’s challenging but exciting.”
Johnny smiled. “I’m sure your wife supports you a lot. She looks like the kind of woman who can handle… anything.”
Deepa’s hand tightened around her fork. Under the table, her thighs pressed together. Johnny’s foot brushed against hers deliberately.
Rahul noticed. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
Raju leaned forward, staring at Deepa’s exposed waist.
Deepa’s voice was barely audible. “Thank you…”
Johnny’s foot slid higher, rubbing against her ankle. Deepa froze.
Rahul suddenly stood up. “Didi, let’s go for a walk. I need some fresh air.”
Charan looked surprised. “Now? We’re in the middle of dinner.”
“I’ll bring her back soon,” Rahul said firmly, taking Deepa’s hand.
As they walked away from the table, Rahul whispered urgently, “Didi, what the hell is going on? Why is Johnny here? Why is he looking at you like that? And why is your saree tied so low again?”
Deepa’s eyes filled with tears. “Rahul… please… not now. I can’t explain. Just trust me.”
But Rahul stopped walking and turned to face her, his voice cracking with pain and anger.
“I’m not stupid, Didi. Something is very wrong. You’ve been scared for weeks. You flinch when people touch you. You sneak out at night. And now these bastards are here, staring at you like you belong to them. Tell me the truth. Did Johnny do something to you? Is he blackmailing you?”
She replied no............
The next morning, Charan received an urgent call from his office about a critical emergency meeting regarding the tender project.
“I’m really sorry, jaan,” he said, kissing Deepa’s forehead with genuine regret. “There’s a problem with one of the approvals. I have to go back to the city immediately. You and Rahul stay here and enjoy the resort. I’ll try my best to return by evening.”
Deepa nodded, forcing a warm smile. “Don’t worry about us. Take care of your work.”
Charan left after a quick breakfast. The moment his car disappeared down the resort driveway, Rahul turned to Deepa with a gentle smile.
“Didi, since bhaiya is gone, let’s make the most of today. How about we plan a trip to our village next week? We haven’t been there in years. Our old house, the fields, the temple… it will be good for both of us to reconnect with our roots.”
Deepa’s eyes softened for a moment. The old warmth between brother and sister flickered. “Yes, Rahul. That sounds nice. We can go. It will be refreshing to go back.”
They sat on the private balcony overlooking the lake, discussing village memories — the mango trees, the old temple festivals, their grandmother’s cooking. For a brief while, it felt normal. Rahul laughed at old stories. Deepa smiled genuinely.
Then Rahul stood up. “Didi, I’ll go for a quick walk by the lake. I’ll be back in 20-25 minutes. You rest here.”
Deepa nodded. “Okay, beta. Be safe.”
Five minutes after Rahul left, Deepa’s phone rang.
It was Johnny.
“Come to room number 415. It’s the room right next to yours — 414. Come wearing only your bra and panty. Nothing else. No one will see you in the corridor. You have 10 minutes.”
Deepa’s heart nearly exploded. “No, Johnny! Rahul is still here at the resort. He can come back any moment. Charan is gone, but Rahul is nearby. I can’t do this. Please… not now.”
Johnny’s voice was cold and sharp. “Shut up and listen. We will handle Rahul if he comes. Come right now in only your inners. If you don’t, the videos go to Charan’s office group chat in the next 15 minutes.”
Deepa’s hands shook violently. “Johnny… please… I’m begging you… this is too risky…”
“10 minutes. Room 415. Don’t test me.”
The call ended.
Deepa stood frozen, panic and dark arousal warring inside her. The thought of walking in the corridor wearing only lingerie terrified her. But the threat was real.
With trembling fingers, she removed her saree, blouse, and petticoat. She stood in only a black lace bra and matching panty. Her heavy breasts strained against the thin fabric. Her deep navel and smooth midriff were completely exposed. Her thick thighs trembled.
How can a married woman do this? Walking almost naked in a public corridor while my brother is somewhere nearby…
Her heart was beating wildly — LUB DUB… LUB DUB… LUB DUB…
She opened the door slightly, checked the corridor — empty. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out and quickly moved to room 415, her bare feet silent on the cool floor. She knocked softly.
She reached the door. Her hand shook as she pressed the doorbell.
Ding-dong.
No answer.
She waited ten seconds. Nothing.
She rang again, harder.
Still no answer.
Deepa’s panic skyrocketed. She pressed her ear to the door.
“Johnny… open the door… please… I’m standing here almost naked…”
No response.
Her heart skipped. She looked left and right down the corridor. Still empty, but she could hear distant voices — guests laughing somewhere. Footsteps approaching from the far end.
She rang the bell again, desperately.
Nothing.
Panic flooded her. He’s playing with me. He knows I’m standing here in only inners. If someone turns the corner now… they will see everything. My breasts, my ass, my pussy… my modesty will be gone forever.
She knocked on the door with her fist, voice a panicked whisper.
“Johnny… open please… someone is coming… I’m begging you…”
Still no answer.
Deepa’s body was covered in sweat now. Her thighs trembled. Her nipples were rock hard against the tiny bra. A fresh trickle of arousal leaked down her inner thigh.
She couldn’t wait any longer. In pure panic, she turned and ran back to her own room, bare ass jiggling, breasts bouncing, heart about to explode.
She slammed her door shut, locked it, and leaned against it, breathing heavily, covered in sweat.
He tricked me… he made me walk almost naked in the corridor… and he didn’t even open the door…
Her phone rang.
It was Johnny.
She answered, voice shaking with anger and fear.
“Why didn’t you open the door?! I was standing there in only inners! Someone could have seen me!”
Johnny laughed softly on the other end.
“Sorry, baby. I was in the shower. Come now. I’ll open the door this time. Room 415. Don’t make me wait again.”
Deepa’s voice cracked. “No… Rahul can come back any moment. I can’t do this…”
“Come now, Deepa. Or the videos go out.”
With a broken sob, she removed her saree again. She stood once more in only the tiny bra and panty. Her body was covered in fresh sweat. Her heart was beating wildly.
She cracked the door open again. Checked the corridor. Empty.
She stepped out for the second time, almost naked, and hurried toward Room 415.
Her breasts jiggled with every step. Her bare ass felt completely exposed. The thin string between her cheeks rubbed against her most private place.
She reached the door and rang the bell again.
This time, the door opened immediately.
Johnny pulled her inside roughly and locked the door.
To be continued.........
“Convince Charan to take a weekend family business trip to Lakeview Resort. Tell him it’s for networking on his tender project. My father and I will be there. If you fail, the videos go public tomorrow.”
Deepa stared at the message for a long time, her hands shaking. She knew she had no choice.
That evening, during dinner, she forced a bright smile and told Charan, “Jaan, I was thinking… why don’t we go for a short weekend getaway to Lakeview Resort? It will be good for your project — you can network with some influential people. Rahul can also come and relax.”
Charan’s face lit up. “That’s a wonderful idea, Deepa! I’ve been so stressed with the tender. A family trip sounds perfect.”
Rahul, however, narrowed his eyes slightly but said nothing. He had been watching his sister too closely lately.
The family left for the luxurious Lakeview Resort on Friday evening. The resort was beautiful — private villas, a serene lake, and high-end facilities. Charan had booked a spacious family villa with two bedrooms.
Unbeknownst to them, Johnny and His friends also book the room in villa.
Charan had booked a beautiful family villa overlooking the lake. He was in high spirits, talking excitedly about the tender project, future plans, and how this success would secure Rahul’s future. He kept pulling Deepa close, kissing her forehead, and telling her how grateful he was for her support.
Deepa smiled through it all, but her smiles never reached her eyes.
Rahul noticed everything.
He had been watching his sister like a hawk since the college event. The way she walked a little stiffly. The way she sometimes zoned out during conversations. The way she checked her phone with trembling hands when she thought no one was looking. And most of all, the way she avoided being alone with him.
On the first evening, after dinner, the family sat on the private balcony overlooking the lake. Charan was sharing stories from his Singapore trip, laughing warmly. Rahul sat quietly, pretending to listen, but his eyes kept returning to Deepa.
She looked exhausted. There were faint dark circles under her eyes that makeup couldn’t fully hide. When Charan put his arm around her shoulders, she leaned into him — but it looked forced, almost mechanical.
“Didi,” Rahul said suddenly, his voice quiet but sharp, “you’ve been very quiet since we arrived. Is everything okay?”
Deepa’s hand tightened around her glass of juice. She forced another smile.
“I’m fine, Rahul. Just a little tired from the journey.”
Charan nodded sympathetically. “She’s been working so hard at home. This trip will help her relax.”
But Rahul didn’t look convinced. Later that night, when Charan had gone to bed, Rahul found Deepa sitting alone by the lake, staring at the water.
He sat down beside her.
“Didi… please tell me the truth,” he said softly. “Something is wrong. I can see it. You’ve been acting strange for weeks. Ever since that security officer incident with Johnny. And at the college programme… you looked scared. Your saree was tied so low. You were sweating even though it wasn’t that hot. And Johnny kept staring at you.”
Deepa’s eyes filled with tears. She looked away, unable to meet her brother’s gaze.
“Rahul… please… don’t ask me these things. Everything is fine. I handled it. You’re safe. That’s all that matters.”
Rahul’s voice cracked with emotion. “Didi, I’m not a child. I know something bad happened that day at the station. You changed after that. You don’t laugh like before. You flinch when someone touches you suddenly. And Johnny… he keeps laughing at me in college. He asks about you in a way that makes my skin crawl.”
He took her hand gently.
“Did he… do something to you? To save me? Please tell me. I can’t bear seeing you like this.”
Deepa broke down completely. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed quietly.
“I did what I had to do, Rahul. For you. For our family. But please… don’t ask me more. If I tell you everything, it will destroy us all. Charan can never know. Never.”
Rahul’s eyes filled with pain and anger. He pulled her into a tight hug.
“I won’t let them hurt you anymore, Didi. I promise. I’ll find a way. But you have to trust me.”
Deepa cried harder in her brother’s arms, torn between the need to protect him and the crushing weight of her secret.
The next day, the family went for a boat ride on the lake. Charan was laughing, taking photos, trying to make happy memories. But the tension between Deepa and Rahul was palpable. Rahul kept glancing at his sister protectively. Deepa kept checking her phone nervously, deleting messages from Johnny as soon as they arrived.
Unknown to them, Johnny and Mr. Raghav were staying in the villa next door, watching the family from a distance, planning their next move.
The perfect family weekend was slowly turning into a pressure cooker of secrets, guilt, suspicion, and unspoken pain.
Deepa knew the trap was closing tighter.
And she had no idea how to escape without destroying the people she loved most.
The Lakeview Resort was supposed to be a peaceful escape.
But for Deepa, it felt like a cage closing in.
On the second evening, the family decided to have dinner at the resort’s open-air lakeside restaurant. Charan was in a cheerful mood, ordering special dishes and talking about future plans for the tender project. Rahul sat quietly, his eyes constantly flicking toward his sister. Deepa tried to smile and participate, but her hands trembled slightly whenever she picked up her glass.
She had received a message from Johnny earlier:
“Lakeside restaurant. 8 PM. Wear the green saree you wore at the college event. Tie it low. I want to see that waist. My friends will be with me. Behave naturally… or the videos go out.”
Deepa had obeyed. The dark green saree was tied low again, exposing her smooth midriff and deep navel. The thin golden hip chain glittered under the restaurant lights. Charan had complimented her, saying she looked beautiful. Rahul had only stared.
As they were eating, Johnny, Raju, and Rakesh entered the restaurant. They chose a table not far from the Sharma family — close enough to watch, far enough to seem coincidental.
Johnny’s eyes locked on Deepa immediately. He smirked.
Charan noticed the group. “Do you know them, jaan?”
Deepa’s heart nearly stopped. “N-no… just some people from Rahul’s college, I think.”
Rahul’s jaw tightened. He recognized Johnny instantly. His fists clenched under the table.
Johnny stood up casually and walked toward their table with Raju and Rakesh following.
“Rahul! What a surprise!” Johnny said loudly, his voice friendly but dripping with mockery. “And this must be your family. Nice to meet you, sir,” he said, extending his hand to Charan.
Charan shook it politely. “Charan Sharma. Nice to meet you. Are you Rahul’s friends?”
“College mates,” Johnny replied smoothly. His eyes slid to Deepa. “And this must be Rahul’s elder sister. I’ve heard so much about you, madam. You look even more beautiful in person.”
Deepa’s face paled. She forced a weak smile. “Thank you.”
Raju and Rakesh stared openly at her exposed midriff and deep navel. Raju’s gaze lingered a little too long on her hip chain.
Rahul stood up abruptly. “What are you doing here, Johnny?”
“Just enjoying the resort, hero,” Johnny said with a casual shrug. “Nice place, isn’t it? Perfect for family time… and other kinds of fun.”
His eyes flicked back to Deepa meaningfully. She looked down at her plate, cheeks burning.
Charan, oblivious, smiled. “Why don’t you boys join us for a few minutes? Any friend of Rahul is welcome.”
Johnny accepted immediately. The three of them pulled chairs and sat down. Johnny made sure he sat directly opposite Deepa.
The conversation started light, but Johnny steered it cleverly.
“So, Mr. Sharma, I heard you won a big tender recently. Congratulations. Must be a lot of pressure handling such a massive project.”
Charan beamed. “Yes, it’s challenging but exciting.”
Johnny smiled. “I’m sure your wife supports you a lot. She looks like the kind of woman who can handle… anything.”
Deepa’s hand tightened around her fork. Under the table, her thighs pressed together. Johnny’s foot brushed against hers deliberately.
Rahul noticed. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
Raju leaned forward, staring at Deepa’s exposed waist.
Deepa’s voice was barely audible. “Thank you…”
Johnny’s foot slid higher, rubbing against her ankle. Deepa froze.
Rahul suddenly stood up. “Didi, let’s go for a walk. I need some fresh air.”
Charan looked surprised. “Now? We’re in the middle of dinner.”
“I’ll bring her back soon,” Rahul said firmly, taking Deepa’s hand.
As they walked away from the table, Rahul whispered urgently, “Didi, what the hell is going on? Why is Johnny here? Why is he looking at you like that? And why is your saree tied so low again?”
Deepa’s eyes filled with tears. “Rahul… please… not now. I can’t explain. Just trust me.”
But Rahul stopped walking and turned to face her, his voice cracking with pain and anger.
“I’m not stupid, Didi. Something is very wrong. You’ve been scared for weeks. You flinch when people touch you. You sneak out at night. And now these bastards are here, staring at you like you belong to them. Tell me the truth. Did Johnny do something to you? Is he blackmailing you?”
She replied no............
The next morning, Charan received an urgent call from his office about a critical emergency meeting regarding the tender project.
“I’m really sorry, jaan,” he said, kissing Deepa’s forehead with genuine regret. “There’s a problem with one of the approvals. I have to go back to the city immediately. You and Rahul stay here and enjoy the resort. I’ll try my best to return by evening.”
Deepa nodded, forcing a warm smile. “Don’t worry about us. Take care of your work.”
Charan left after a quick breakfast. The moment his car disappeared down the resort driveway, Rahul turned to Deepa with a gentle smile.
“Didi, since bhaiya is gone, let’s make the most of today. How about we plan a trip to our village next week? We haven’t been there in years. Our old house, the fields, the temple… it will be good for both of us to reconnect with our roots.”
Deepa’s eyes softened for a moment. The old warmth between brother and sister flickered. “Yes, Rahul. That sounds nice. We can go. It will be refreshing to go back.”
They sat on the private balcony overlooking the lake, discussing village memories — the mango trees, the old temple festivals, their grandmother’s cooking. For a brief while, it felt normal. Rahul laughed at old stories. Deepa smiled genuinely.
Then Rahul stood up. “Didi, I’ll go for a quick walk by the lake. I’ll be back in 20-25 minutes. You rest here.”
Deepa nodded. “Okay, beta. Be safe.”
Five minutes after Rahul left, Deepa’s phone rang.
It was Johnny.
“Come to room number 415. It’s the room right next to yours — 414. Come wearing only your bra and panty. Nothing else. No one will see you in the corridor. You have 10 minutes.”
Deepa’s heart nearly exploded. “No, Johnny! Rahul is still here at the resort. He can come back any moment. Charan is gone, but Rahul is nearby. I can’t do this. Please… not now.”
Johnny’s voice was cold and sharp. “Shut up and listen. We will handle Rahul if he comes. Come right now in only your inners. If you don’t, the videos go to Charan’s office group chat in the next 15 minutes.”
Deepa’s hands shook violently. “Johnny… please… I’m begging you… this is too risky…”
“10 minutes. Room 415. Don’t test me.”
The call ended.
Deepa stood frozen, panic and dark arousal warring inside her. The thought of walking in the corridor wearing only lingerie terrified her. But the threat was real.
With trembling fingers, she removed her saree, blouse, and petticoat. She stood in only a black lace bra and matching panty. Her heavy breasts strained against the thin fabric. Her deep navel and smooth midriff were completely exposed. Her thick thighs trembled.
How can a married woman do this? Walking almost naked in a public corridor while my brother is somewhere nearby…
Her heart was beating wildly — LUB DUB… LUB DUB… LUB DUB…
She opened the door slightly, checked the corridor — empty. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out and quickly moved to room 415, her bare feet silent on the cool floor. She knocked softly.
She reached the door. Her hand shook as she pressed the doorbell.
Ding-dong.
No answer.
She waited ten seconds. Nothing.
She rang again, harder.
Still no answer.
Deepa’s panic skyrocketed. She pressed her ear to the door.
“Johnny… open the door… please… I’m standing here almost naked…”
No response.
Her heart skipped. She looked left and right down the corridor. Still empty, but she could hear distant voices — guests laughing somewhere. Footsteps approaching from the far end.
She rang the bell again, desperately.
Nothing.
Panic flooded her. He’s playing with me. He knows I’m standing here in only inners. If someone turns the corner now… they will see everything. My breasts, my ass, my pussy… my modesty will be gone forever.
She knocked on the door with her fist, voice a panicked whisper.
“Johnny… open please… someone is coming… I’m begging you…”
Still no answer.
Deepa’s body was covered in sweat now. Her thighs trembled. Her nipples were rock hard against the tiny bra. A fresh trickle of arousal leaked down her inner thigh.
She couldn’t wait any longer. In pure panic, she turned and ran back to her own room, bare ass jiggling, breasts bouncing, heart about to explode.
She slammed her door shut, locked it, and leaned against it, breathing heavily, covered in sweat.
He tricked me… he made me walk almost naked in the corridor… and he didn’t even open the door…
Her phone rang.
It was Johnny.
She answered, voice shaking with anger and fear.
“Why didn’t you open the door?! I was standing there in only inners! Someone could have seen me!”
Johnny laughed softly on the other end.
“Sorry, baby. I was in the shower. Come now. I’ll open the door this time. Room 415. Don’t make me wait again.”
Deepa’s voice cracked. “No… Rahul can come back any moment. I can’t do this…”
“Come now, Deepa. Or the videos go out.”
With a broken sob, she removed her saree again. She stood once more in only the tiny bra and panty. Her body was covered in fresh sweat. Her heart was beating wildly.
She cracked the door open again. Checked the corridor. Empty.
She stepped out for the second time, almost naked, and hurried toward Room 415.
Her breasts jiggled with every step. Her bare ass felt completely exposed. The thin string between her cheeks rubbed against her most private place.
She reached the door and rang the bell again.
This time, the door opened immediately.
Johnny pulled her inside roughly and locked the door.
To be continued.........
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