14-07-2026, 10:25 PM
Vikram, who had clearly enjoyed the moment, chuckled and said to the group, “I knew something like this would happen. That’s why I asked her to serve the drinks.” He gave them a meaningful look. “Use your opportunities tonight, gentlemen. You might see even more of her.”
Vikram approached Meera a few minutes later, his hand resting casually on her bare lower back, fingers brushing the sensitive skin just above where the thin string of her thong disappeared between her ass cheeks.
“These things may happen,” he said smoothly, referring to the earlier wardrobe slip. “Please come back to the table. We need you there. We need someone with sharp strategic thinking.”
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear.
“These are very powerful men. We need some important information from them. Your presence may help loosen their tongues. We cannot bring just anyone here because of the sensitive topics we discuss.”
Meera nodded, though a knot of unease tightened in her stomach. She picked up a tray of appetizers and followed him back to the table, feeling every pair of eyes on her body.
The men welcomed her back with eager, hungry smiles. As she bent down to serve the chicken pieces and other snacks, the deep neckline of her dress offered them an even more generous view of her cleavage. Her full breasts strained against the fabric, the soft inner curves almost spilling out.
One of the senior officers, a heavy-set man in his late 50s, looked straight at her chest with a sly grin and asked, “Can you give me the breast?”
Meera paused for a second, slightly confused, then smiled politely.
“Yes, sir. There are breast pieces of chicken available.”
The entire table erupted in loud laughter. The man leaned back, eyes still fixed on her cleavage.
“I hadn’t noticed earlier that there was such a beautiful breast piece on display tonight.”
More crude laughter followed. Meera’s cheeks burned with humiliation. She straightened up quickly, but the damage was done — the men were openly staring at her breasts, making no effort to hide their lust.
Another politician chimed in with a smirk, “These breasts look very juicy and tender. Perfectly sized.”
The group laughed again. Meera felt completely objectified, standing there like a piece of meat while these powerful men made crude double-meaning jokes at her expense. She forced a polite smile, pretending not to understand the full intent, but her face stayed flushed with embarrassment.
“The way you’re serving… it feels like you’re offering us everything on the menu.” They continued the jokes.
Meera stood near the table, trying to maintain her composure while the powerful men continued their crude, double-meaning jokes. Her face burned with humiliation, but she forced a polite smile, knowing she had to endure it to stay in their inner circle.
One of the senior officers, a heavy-set man with a thick mustache, looked at her dress with exaggerated interest.
“I want to buy a dress like this for my wife. Where can I get one exactly like it?”
Meera replied politely, trying to be helpful, “I can share the details, sir. I’ll send you the information.”
Another man laughed loudly and said, “Our wives won’t fit into something like this. They don’t have the right… proportions.”
A third man, bolder than the rest, reached out and lifted the side of her dress slightly. His fingers brushed dangerously high on her thigh, almost exposing the thin string of her thong.
“What material is this? It feels so soft and smooth…”
Meera quickly stepped back, her heart pounding. The dress slipped back into place, but the brief flash had given them a glimpse of the tiny thong underneath.
Someone else exclaimed with mock surprise, as if discovering something revolutionary, “It looks like she has some kind of underwear underneath!”
The entire table erupted in loud, vulgar laughter. Meera felt deeply humiliated, standing there like a piece of entertainment for these powerful men. Their eyes roamed shamelessly over her body — her deep cleavage, the way the fabric clung to her hips, the open back that left most of her skin exposed.
She wanted to walk away, to escape their leering stares and dirty jokes.
But just then, Vikram spoke up, his voice cutting through the laughter.
“So, gentlemen… we were talking about the raids, do you know who issued the raid order on the port for those containers?”
The officers suddenly looked puzzled. They had heard rumors of a raid, but nothing was found. Why was Vikram asking about it now?
Meera’s ears perked up. This was important. Despite her burning shame, she forced herself to stay put, pretending to arrange the snacks on the table while listening carefully. She needed every piece of information she could get.
The men exchanged glances, their crude mood shifting to a more serious tone as they began discussing the raid and possible officers for issuing the order.The conversation at the table had turned serious. Meera stood close to the officer who had earlier touched her dress, pretending to arrange the snacks while listening intently.
The man, a senior bureaucrat with a heavy build, began speaking in a low, confidential tone.
“As far as I understand, the raid was conducted by the FRA — Financial Regulatory Authority. They didn’t get any solid leads. It seems like it was a fake tip-off.”
Meera’s heart skipped a beat. Hearing the agency’s name spoken so casually made her blood run cold. She shifted slightly closer to him, trying to catch every word.
As she did, the man’s palm casually rested on her knee. At first, it seemed accidental. But then his hand began to move — slowly, deliberately — caressing the soft skin of her thigh. His fingers traced upward, sliding under the hem of her short dress, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her inner thigh.
Meera froze, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t risk drawing attention or offending these powerful men. She doesnot want to be taken away as she wanted to know what he is going to reveal.
The officer continued speaking, his voice calm while his hand explored higher.
“The FRA is the one trying to climb up to your empire… they may take time, but I think they know exactly where their target is.”
His thick fingers climbed higher under her short dress, reaching the edge of her thong. He gently pushed her thighs apart, his hand now fully between her legs. Meera’s body tensed as his fingertips brushed against the thin fabric covering her pussy.
His hand moved further up. Meera’s legs trembled. She tried to squeeze her thighs together squeezing his hand.
“They would have sneaked in already,” he said, pressing his finger against her slit, “but it was tight…”
He made small, wiggling movements, trying to slip his finger under the thong. Meera had no choice but to slightly open her legs. His fingertip finally touched her bare, warm pussy lips and slowly pushed inside her.
“…and finally accessed the point.”
Meera’s legs trembled. She felt a shiver run through her body as his cold finger invaded her warmth. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but his hand was already there, slowly stroking her.
The officer finished with a satisfied smirk, his finger still gently moving inside her.
“So the person who did the impossible would be the FRA regional head — Raghav. He is very good at getting in.”. As he said this his finger was getting inside her pussy.
Meera’s eyes widened in pure terror when she heard Raghav’s name. Her heart pounded violently. She felt completely violated — both by the man’s hand between her legs and by the dangerous information being revealed, she felt she is very close to being caught.
Vikram approached Meera a few minutes later, his hand resting casually on her bare lower back, fingers brushing the sensitive skin just above where the thin string of her thong disappeared between her ass cheeks.
“These things may happen,” he said smoothly, referring to the earlier wardrobe slip. “Please come back to the table. We need you there. We need someone with sharp strategic thinking.”
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear.
“These are very powerful men. We need some important information from them. Your presence may help loosen their tongues. We cannot bring just anyone here because of the sensitive topics we discuss.”
Meera nodded, though a knot of unease tightened in her stomach. She picked up a tray of appetizers and followed him back to the table, feeling every pair of eyes on her body.
The men welcomed her back with eager, hungry smiles. As she bent down to serve the chicken pieces and other snacks, the deep neckline of her dress offered them an even more generous view of her cleavage. Her full breasts strained against the fabric, the soft inner curves almost spilling out.
One of the senior officers, a heavy-set man in his late 50s, looked straight at her chest with a sly grin and asked, “Can you give me the breast?”
Meera paused for a second, slightly confused, then smiled politely.
“Yes, sir. There are breast pieces of chicken available.”
The entire table erupted in loud laughter. The man leaned back, eyes still fixed on her cleavage.
“I hadn’t noticed earlier that there was such a beautiful breast piece on display tonight.”
More crude laughter followed. Meera’s cheeks burned with humiliation. She straightened up quickly, but the damage was done — the men were openly staring at her breasts, making no effort to hide their lust.
Another politician chimed in with a smirk, “These breasts look very juicy and tender. Perfectly sized.”
The group laughed again. Meera felt completely objectified, standing there like a piece of meat while these powerful men made crude double-meaning jokes at her expense. She forced a polite smile, pretending not to understand the full intent, but her face stayed flushed with embarrassment.
“The way you’re serving… it feels like you’re offering us everything on the menu.” They continued the jokes.
Meera stood near the table, trying to maintain her composure while the powerful men continued their crude, double-meaning jokes. Her face burned with humiliation, but she forced a polite smile, knowing she had to endure it to stay in their inner circle.
One of the senior officers, a heavy-set man with a thick mustache, looked at her dress with exaggerated interest.
“I want to buy a dress like this for my wife. Where can I get one exactly like it?”
Meera replied politely, trying to be helpful, “I can share the details, sir. I’ll send you the information.”
Another man laughed loudly and said, “Our wives won’t fit into something like this. They don’t have the right… proportions.”
A third man, bolder than the rest, reached out and lifted the side of her dress slightly. His fingers brushed dangerously high on her thigh, almost exposing the thin string of her thong.
“What material is this? It feels so soft and smooth…”
Meera quickly stepped back, her heart pounding. The dress slipped back into place, but the brief flash had given them a glimpse of the tiny thong underneath.
Someone else exclaimed with mock surprise, as if discovering something revolutionary, “It looks like she has some kind of underwear underneath!”
The entire table erupted in loud, vulgar laughter. Meera felt deeply humiliated, standing there like a piece of entertainment for these powerful men. Their eyes roamed shamelessly over her body — her deep cleavage, the way the fabric clung to her hips, the open back that left most of her skin exposed.
She wanted to walk away, to escape their leering stares and dirty jokes.
But just then, Vikram spoke up, his voice cutting through the laughter.
“So, gentlemen… we were talking about the raids, do you know who issued the raid order on the port for those containers?”
The officers suddenly looked puzzled. They had heard rumors of a raid, but nothing was found. Why was Vikram asking about it now?
Meera’s ears perked up. This was important. Despite her burning shame, she forced herself to stay put, pretending to arrange the snacks on the table while listening carefully. She needed every piece of information she could get.
The men exchanged glances, their crude mood shifting to a more serious tone as they began discussing the raid and possible officers for issuing the order.The conversation at the table had turned serious. Meera stood close to the officer who had earlier touched her dress, pretending to arrange the snacks while listening intently.
The man, a senior bureaucrat with a heavy build, began speaking in a low, confidential tone.
“As far as I understand, the raid was conducted by the FRA — Financial Regulatory Authority. They didn’t get any solid leads. It seems like it was a fake tip-off.”
Meera’s heart skipped a beat. Hearing the agency’s name spoken so casually made her blood run cold. She shifted slightly closer to him, trying to catch every word.
As she did, the man’s palm casually rested on her knee. At first, it seemed accidental. But then his hand began to move — slowly, deliberately — caressing the soft skin of her thigh. His fingers traced upward, sliding under the hem of her short dress, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her inner thigh.
Meera froze, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t risk drawing attention or offending these powerful men. She doesnot want to be taken away as she wanted to know what he is going to reveal.
The officer continued speaking, his voice calm while his hand explored higher.
“The FRA is the one trying to climb up to your empire… they may take time, but I think they know exactly where their target is.”
His thick fingers climbed higher under her short dress, reaching the edge of her thong. He gently pushed her thighs apart, his hand now fully between her legs. Meera’s body tensed as his fingertips brushed against the thin fabric covering her pussy.
His hand moved further up. Meera’s legs trembled. She tried to squeeze her thighs together squeezing his hand.
“They would have sneaked in already,” he said, pressing his finger against her slit, “but it was tight…”
He made small, wiggling movements, trying to slip his finger under the thong. Meera had no choice but to slightly open her legs. His fingertip finally touched her bare, warm pussy lips and slowly pushed inside her.
“…and finally accessed the point.”
Meera’s legs trembled. She felt a shiver run through her body as his cold finger invaded her warmth. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but his hand was already there, slowly stroking her.
The officer finished with a satisfied smirk, his finger still gently moving inside her.
“So the person who did the impossible would be the FRA regional head — Raghav. He is very good at getting in.”. As he said this his finger was getting inside her pussy.
Meera’s eyes widened in pure terror when she heard Raghav’s name. Her heart pounded violently. She felt completely violated — both by the man’s hand between her legs and by the dangerous information being revealed, she felt she is very close to being caught.
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