Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

“Sir… can we meet him later?” she asked softly, hoping to buy herself some time to at least stop somewhere and buy basic undergarments.
Shankar, sitting beside her, shook his head without looking up from his phone.

“Brother is travelling tonight. He wants to meet us now. It’s important.”
Meera bit her lower lip, her fingers twisting nervously. She wanted to ask him to stop the car so she could at least buy a bra, but Shankar was already on another call.
“Yes, I got her. We both are on our way. We will reach quickly,” he said, his voice filled with barely contained excitement.

The car accelerated even more, overtaking vehicles smoothly. Shankar kept making calls, repeatedly saying “Thank you” with growing pride in his tone. Meera sat silently beside him, feeling the cool AC air brush against her bare skin under her clothes, making her nipples ache and her pussy tingle with nervous awareness.
They finally reached the familiar farmhouse. The security gates opened immediately. Both of them got down. Meera was now familiar with the grand entrance, the manicured lawns, and the quiet power that radiated from the place.
Shankar led her inside.
“Top floor,” he said.
Meera asked nervously, “Sir, what is this about?”
“You will hear soon.”

They took the private elevator to the top floor. When the doors opened, they stepped out onto the luxurious rooftop with the infinity pool. The catalogues Meera had seen the previous day — the ones featuring her photos in lingerie — were no longer on the table.

A few minutes later, Vikram appeared.
He was wearing a white bathrobe loosely tied at the waist, with a towel wrapped around her waist. His chest was bare, showing a well-maintained, muscular physique. He looked relaxed, but there was an undeniable aura of authority around him.
Vikram’s sharp eyes landed directly on Meera. He studied her for a long moment, then spoke in a calm, commanding voice.
“Do you know why you are here?”

Meera shook her head slowly, her heart pounding in her chest.
Vikram sat down across from them, crossing his legs. The bathrobe parted slightly, revealing more of his toned chest and abdomen.
He smiled — a slow, calculating smile that sent a chill down her spine.
“Then let me explain.”
The air on the rooftop suddenly felt much heavier.

Vikram looked at her directly, his voice calm but commanding.
“The deal which you both signed has opened a lot of import-export avenues for us,” he began. “There are more goods coming in through ships, and we need to send shipments out as well. I hope you understand the logistics involved.”

Meera nodded silently, listening carefully.
Vikram continued, a hint of disgust entering his voice.
“Ajmal used to be my right hand. But that son of a bitch was cheating me behind my back — siphoning money, making side deals. Just because he is gone, we cannot stop our operations. Business must continue.”

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp.
“I want Shankar to take full charge of these new operations. And you…” He pointed at Meera with a small smile. “You seem to be street-smart. You helped him close that Malaysian deal. I want you to assist him closely. Don’t worry about your salary. It will be tripled and there will be bonus payouts. You can also switch your current flat to one of our company’s luxury apartments. You will have no financial problems anymore.”

Shankar, who had been sitting quietly beside her, was smiling broadly, clearly thrilled by the promotion and recognition.
Vikram turned to his brother.

“Shankar, I need to talk to Meera privately. And get me a vodka martini while you’re at it.”