Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[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.