Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

Meera reached the office building and deliberately took the stairs instead of the lift. Each step felt heavier than the last. This was the same corridor she had walked through yesterday — completely naked. The memory was vivid: her bare feet on the cold tiles, one arm trying to cover her breasts, the other hand pressed between her thighs, her ass completely exposed, and Shankar’s eyes following her every movement.
As a male colleague came down the opposite direction, Meera instinctively brought her hand closer to her chest, almost covering her breasts before she caught herself.
You’re not naked today, she reminded herself. A small wave of relief passed through her, but it didn’t last. The fear remained lodged deep in her stomach.
The office felt different now. Scarier. Every familiar face — the people she used to smile at, exchange small talk with — now looked potentially dangerous. She had no idea who was loyal to Shankar, who reported to Vikram, or who might be watching her. The walls felt like they were closing in.
She sat at her desk, trying to appear normal, but her mind kept replaying the folders, the casual conversation about killing Navya and Ajmal, and the terrifying realization of how deep this criminal network ran.
Shankar arrived a little later. Meera didn’t notice him at first, lost in her anxious thoughts. He walked straight into his cabin, settled behind his desk, and after a few minutes called her in.
“Meera, can you come to my room please?”
Her heart jumped into her throat. She stood up, smoothed her kurti, and walked toward his cabin with forced composure. Her legs felt unsteady.
She entered and closed the door softly behind her.
Shankar looked at her and smiled, though his eyes studied her carefully.
“Why are you looking so dull today?”
Meera’s mind went blank. She couldn’t find the right words. The fear, the guilt, the knowledge of what these people were capable of — it all choked her.
Shankar leaned back in his chair, his expression softening slightly.
“Are you still worried about what happened yesterday?” He gave a small, almost teasing smile. “It’s okay. I won’t keep teasing you about walking naked through the office.” His eyes darkened with memory. “Though I must admit… I really loved watching you like that. If you ever want, I can arrange for you to walk like that again — just for me.”
Meera forced a shy, slightly embarrassed smile, trying hard to keep up her usual appearance.
“Sir… you’re being naughty again.”
She sat down across from him, crossing her legs tightly. Her hands rested on her lap, but inside she was trembling. The man in front of her was no longer just her boss. He was part of something deadly. And yet she had to smile, flirt lightly, and pretend everything was normal.