16-07-2026, 03:40 PM
Vikram stood up from the table and gestured for Meera to follow him. They walked a few steps away from the group. He spoke in a low, serious voice.
“Raghav is the one behind the raid. We need to find him. Maybe we can host him here… see what he wants. Any man can be bought,” he laughed darkly.
Meera nodded, trying to hide her rising panic. They returned to the table where the drunk officers were getting louder and more demanding.
The men were no longer interested in serious talk. They wanted more entertainment.
Vikram sighed, clearly irritated by their drunken state. He leaned toward Meera and whispered, “Handle them. Keep them happy. I’ll be back soon.”
He left her alone with the group.
Meera quickly called over a few bikini-clad girls who were serving drinks. She instructed them to dance for the men. Soon, a loud Bollywood number started playing, and the girls began dancing sensually around the table, their bodies moving provocatively.
One of the officers — the same one who had fingered her under the table earlier — looked at Meera with glassy, lust-filled eyes.
“I know some of Raghav’s team members too,” he slurred. “The price for that information is very high… not this cheap dancers...”
Meera’s heart nearly stopped. What if he knows Ajay’s name?
She couldn’t let him say anything dangerous in front of Vikram. Thinking quickly, she smiled sweetly and took his hand.
“Come, sir. Let’s go to the game room. It’s more private there. We can talk comfortably.”
The drunk officer grinned and followed her eagerly, his hand groping at her waist.
While the other girls continued dancing to the Bollywood song, swaying their hips and pressing their bodies against the remaining men, Meera led the officer toward the game room.
He was heavily drunk and stumbling. As they walked, his other hand kept trying to reach for her shoulder strap, clumsily attempting to pull her dress down. He wanted to expose her breasts again, but his coordination was gone due to the alcohol. His fingers kept slipping, only managing to graze her bare back and the side of her breast.
Meera’s heart pounded with fear and disgust, but she kept smiling and guiding him forward, knowing she had to isolate him before he could reveal anything more about Raghav — or worse, about Ajay.
Meera led the drunk officer into the dimly lit game room and closed the door behind them. The sounds of the party outside became muffled. She guided him to a chair and made him sit down. Her heart was pounding with fear, but she forced herself to stay composed.
She stood opposite him, trying to appear confident.
“What do you know, sir?” she asked, her voice steady but soft.
The man just smiled drunkenly, his eyes roaming over her body. He didn’t answer immediately.
Meera stepped closer to the table, placing both hands on it and leaning forward. The deep V-neck of her slate-grey dress opened wider, putting her full cleavage on prominent display. The officer grinned, his gaze locked on her breasts.
“You are very pretty, sweetheart,” he slurred. “I won’t tell these details so easily…”
Meera swallowed her fear.
“I want to know what you know.”
He chuckled. “Of course I will tell. When my sweety asks nicely… I will reveal all the secrets I know. But in return… she needs to reveal her secrets too.”
He reached out with one finger and hooked it under the thin strap on her left shoulder. Slowly, he lifted it, then dragged it down her arm. Meera didn’t stop him. The strap slid down, and the left side of her dress fell away, fully exposing her breast in the stick-on bra.
“Good girl,” he murmured, pleased.
He continued, “I know Raghav brought some team from his previous Kerala connections…”
His hand moved further, dragging the strap along with it. Meera’s breath hitched, but she let him continue.
“I don’t know their names…” he said, then suddenly dropped the strap completely.
The entire left side of the dress slipped down her arm. Her breast, covered only by the thin stick-on bra, was now fully exposed to him.
His other hand reached for the right strap. He hooked his finger underneath it the same way.
“But I know Raghav prepared fool-proof identities for them…”
He pulled the second strap down. The dress slid off both shoulders and pooled at her feet on the floor.
Meera now stood in front of him wearing nothing but the stick-on bra and a tiny thong. Her heavy breasts were barely contained by the adhesive cups, her smooth stomach and long legs completely bare. The thin string of the thong disappeared between her ass cheeks, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
The drunk officer stared at her nearly naked body with open lust, his grin widening.
He continued speaking, his voice thick with alcohol and desire.
“Also… he seems to have contacted some other agency as well…”
Saying this, he reached forward and gently tugged at the front of her thong, pulling the thin fabric slightly away from her body before letting it snap back.
Meera stood frozen, humiliated and terrified, but she didn’t move away. She needed the information.
The drunk officer’s thumbs were already hooked under the thin strings of Meera’s thong, ready to pull it down. His eyes were glassy with lust and alcohol.
Meera quickly leaned forward and grabbed both of his wrists, stopping him firmly.
“You give the names first,” she said, her voice low but steady.
He looked up at her with a sloppy grin.
“I don’t know the full details yet… but give me a few days. I can get this information for you.”
Meera felt a rush of relief. She pushed his hands away from her thong and quickly adjusted the thin strings herself, pulling the fabric back into place over her pussy, making sure it sat correctly.
She looked him straight in the eyes, trying to sound confident.
“If you get the information… you bring it to me first. Only to me. Then… you get to remove these last pieces of clothing. Remember, I should be the first one to know.”
She had no idea where this courage was coming from — fear for Ajay, the mission, or pure survival instinct — but the words came out strong and clear.
The officer looked disappointed that he couldn’t pull her thong down right then and there. He reached up again, trying to grab her breasts. Meera swiftly slapped his hands away.
“Information first,” she said sharply. “Then… maybe.”
She quickly bent down, picked up her dress from the floor, and slipped it back on. She adjusted the straps and smoothed the fabric over her body. Without another word, she left the game room, leaving the drunk man sitting there frustrated and aroused.
Outside, Vikram was waiting for her near the entrance. Meera’s heart jumped in fear when she saw him standing there.
“Bloody drunkards, huh?” he said with a smirk. “Did you get any useful information?”
Meera shook her head slightly, trying to appear composed.
“Nothing much, sir… but we got some leads. I’ll keep working on them.”
Vikram nodded, seemingly satisfied.
“Good. You handle these morons from now on. I can’t stand them. Get whatever details you can and pass them directly to me.”
Meera replied softly, “Yes, sir.”
Shankar walked over and joined them just as Vikram was finishing his sentence. He looked at both of them curiously.
“What happened?” he asked.
Vikram smiled and spoke openly in front of Meera, as if she were already fully part of their inner circle.
“An officer named Raghav is behind all these raids. We will have him invited here soon. Our guy — that drunkard from governance department— his information is always reliable. He has quite an eye for our Meera… her single boob slip gave them quite a shock, right Meera?”
Meera’s face burned with fresh humiliation. She forced a small, awkward smile but said nothing.
Vikram continued casually, “So let Meera handle him. She has exactly what is needed to handle him… you know.”
Shankar turned to Meera with a raised eyebrow and a teasing grin.
“Really, Meera? You showed him your boobs just to get the details? You naughty girl.”
Meera felt deeply embarrassed. She tried to defend herself, her voice quiet.
“I didn’t show it purposefully, sir… the dress you sent is a little loose. It slipped accidentally.”
Shankar stepped closer. His hand moved to her bare back, fingers tracing her spine slowly. He slid his palm further inside the open back of her dress, moving around to her front, touching the soft skin of her stomach.
“So that brought out the truth, huh?” he said, his voice low and amused. “This is like a truth serum. Whoever we want to extract information from… we just need to make you show your boobs?”
As he spoke, his hand moved higher and boldly cupped her right breast inside the dress, squeezing it firmly. His thumb brushed over her nipple through the thin stick-on bra.
Vikram laughed loudly at the crude joke, clearly enjoying the scene.
Shankar kept his hand on her breast for a few more seconds, kneading it possessively, before finally letting go.
Vikram added with a smirk, “You’re right, Shankar. She has real skill. But to be honest… I haven’t seen them up close yet to properly judge.”
Meera stood there, cheeks burning red with humiliation.Meera stood there, her heart racing, but she didn’t protest. She knew she was too deep in this mission now. Any wrong move, any sign of discomfort or resistance, could make them keep her away. She had to stay close, stay useful, and keep playing the role they expected from her.
She took a small step forward, moving just out of Shankar’s immediate reach. His hand slipped off her body as she did so.
Shankar smiled, not seeming offended.
“I selected this dress myself, brother,” he said to Vikram, “but even I haven’t gotten a proper look yet.”
Vikram laughed and looked at Meera with a teasing glint in his eyes.
“You’ve seen enough already, my brother. I know.” He turned to Meera with a playful smirk. “Maybe she wants some information extracted from me tonight. What do you say, Meera?”
Meera forced a light laugh, trying to match their teasing tone even though her stomach was in knots.
“You both are very naughty bosses,” she said, shaking her head with a shy smile. “I’m sure you both have already seen every part of me. Shankar sir… you even put my bra and panty pictures in all the Anaaavaran catalogues and packet covers also. I have no idea how many people have seen me like that by now.”
She kept her voice light, almost playful, but inside she felt deeply humiliated remembering how her near-naked body had been turned into product advertising.
Shankar and Vikram both chuckled.
“Don’t be so emotional, Meera,” Vikram said, waving his hand. “We were just pulling your leg to see if we could get it spread a little.”
Shankar nodded and added, “I’ll arrange your return. Let me call Sunny and get a driver for you.”
He made a quick call. Within minutes, a car was arranged to take her home.
Meera felt a wave of relief. She had survived another dangerous evening. As she walked toward the exit, still wearing the revealing slate-grey dress, she could feel the eyes of several men following her as he boobs bounced on the way.
“Raghav is the one behind the raid. We need to find him. Maybe we can host him here… see what he wants. Any man can be bought,” he laughed darkly.
Meera nodded, trying to hide her rising panic. They returned to the table where the drunk officers were getting louder and more demanding.
The men were no longer interested in serious talk. They wanted more entertainment.
Vikram sighed, clearly irritated by their drunken state. He leaned toward Meera and whispered, “Handle them. Keep them happy. I’ll be back soon.”
He left her alone with the group.
Meera quickly called over a few bikini-clad girls who were serving drinks. She instructed them to dance for the men. Soon, a loud Bollywood number started playing, and the girls began dancing sensually around the table, their bodies moving provocatively.
One of the officers — the same one who had fingered her under the table earlier — looked at Meera with glassy, lust-filled eyes.
“I know some of Raghav’s team members too,” he slurred. “The price for that information is very high… not this cheap dancers...”
Meera’s heart nearly stopped. What if he knows Ajay’s name?
She couldn’t let him say anything dangerous in front of Vikram. Thinking quickly, she smiled sweetly and took his hand.
“Come, sir. Let’s go to the game room. It’s more private there. We can talk comfortably.”
The drunk officer grinned and followed her eagerly, his hand groping at her waist.
While the other girls continued dancing to the Bollywood song, swaying their hips and pressing their bodies against the remaining men, Meera led the officer toward the game room.
He was heavily drunk and stumbling. As they walked, his other hand kept trying to reach for her shoulder strap, clumsily attempting to pull her dress down. He wanted to expose her breasts again, but his coordination was gone due to the alcohol. His fingers kept slipping, only managing to graze her bare back and the side of her breast.
Meera’s heart pounded with fear and disgust, but she kept smiling and guiding him forward, knowing she had to isolate him before he could reveal anything more about Raghav — or worse, about Ajay.
Meera led the drunk officer into the dimly lit game room and closed the door behind them. The sounds of the party outside became muffled. She guided him to a chair and made him sit down. Her heart was pounding with fear, but she forced herself to stay composed.
She stood opposite him, trying to appear confident.
“What do you know, sir?” she asked, her voice steady but soft.
The man just smiled drunkenly, his eyes roaming over her body. He didn’t answer immediately.
Meera stepped closer to the table, placing both hands on it and leaning forward. The deep V-neck of her slate-grey dress opened wider, putting her full cleavage on prominent display. The officer grinned, his gaze locked on her breasts.
“You are very pretty, sweetheart,” he slurred. “I won’t tell these details so easily…”
Meera swallowed her fear.
“I want to know what you know.”
He chuckled. “Of course I will tell. When my sweety asks nicely… I will reveal all the secrets I know. But in return… she needs to reveal her secrets too.”
He reached out with one finger and hooked it under the thin strap on her left shoulder. Slowly, he lifted it, then dragged it down her arm. Meera didn’t stop him. The strap slid down, and the left side of her dress fell away, fully exposing her breast in the stick-on bra.
“Good girl,” he murmured, pleased.
He continued, “I know Raghav brought some team from his previous Kerala connections…”
His hand moved further, dragging the strap along with it. Meera’s breath hitched, but she let him continue.
“I don’t know their names…” he said, then suddenly dropped the strap completely.
The entire left side of the dress slipped down her arm. Her breast, covered only by the thin stick-on bra, was now fully exposed to him.
His other hand reached for the right strap. He hooked his finger underneath it the same way.
“But I know Raghav prepared fool-proof identities for them…”
He pulled the second strap down. The dress slid off both shoulders and pooled at her feet on the floor.
Meera now stood in front of him wearing nothing but the stick-on bra and a tiny thong. Her heavy breasts were barely contained by the adhesive cups, her smooth stomach and long legs completely bare. The thin string of the thong disappeared between her ass cheeks, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
The drunk officer stared at her nearly naked body with open lust, his grin widening.
He continued speaking, his voice thick with alcohol and desire.
“Also… he seems to have contacted some other agency as well…”
Saying this, he reached forward and gently tugged at the front of her thong, pulling the thin fabric slightly away from her body before letting it snap back.
Meera stood frozen, humiliated and terrified, but she didn’t move away. She needed the information.
The drunk officer’s thumbs were already hooked under the thin strings of Meera’s thong, ready to pull it down. His eyes were glassy with lust and alcohol.
Meera quickly leaned forward and grabbed both of his wrists, stopping him firmly.
“You give the names first,” she said, her voice low but steady.
He looked up at her with a sloppy grin.
“I don’t know the full details yet… but give me a few days. I can get this information for you.”
Meera felt a rush of relief. She pushed his hands away from her thong and quickly adjusted the thin strings herself, pulling the fabric back into place over her pussy, making sure it sat correctly.
She looked him straight in the eyes, trying to sound confident.
“If you get the information… you bring it to me first. Only to me. Then… you get to remove these last pieces of clothing. Remember, I should be the first one to know.”
She had no idea where this courage was coming from — fear for Ajay, the mission, or pure survival instinct — but the words came out strong and clear.
The officer looked disappointed that he couldn’t pull her thong down right then and there. He reached up again, trying to grab her breasts. Meera swiftly slapped his hands away.
“Information first,” she said sharply. “Then… maybe.”
She quickly bent down, picked up her dress from the floor, and slipped it back on. She adjusted the straps and smoothed the fabric over her body. Without another word, she left the game room, leaving the drunk man sitting there frustrated and aroused.
Outside, Vikram was waiting for her near the entrance. Meera’s heart jumped in fear when she saw him standing there.
“Bloody drunkards, huh?” he said with a smirk. “Did you get any useful information?”
Meera shook her head slightly, trying to appear composed.
“Nothing much, sir… but we got some leads. I’ll keep working on them.”
Vikram nodded, seemingly satisfied.
“Good. You handle these morons from now on. I can’t stand them. Get whatever details you can and pass them directly to me.”
Meera replied softly, “Yes, sir.”
Shankar walked over and joined them just as Vikram was finishing his sentence. He looked at both of them curiously.
“What happened?” he asked.
Vikram smiled and spoke openly in front of Meera, as if she were already fully part of their inner circle.
“An officer named Raghav is behind all these raids. We will have him invited here soon. Our guy — that drunkard from governance department— his information is always reliable. He has quite an eye for our Meera… her single boob slip gave them quite a shock, right Meera?”
Meera’s face burned with fresh humiliation. She forced a small, awkward smile but said nothing.
Vikram continued casually, “So let Meera handle him. She has exactly what is needed to handle him… you know.”
Shankar turned to Meera with a raised eyebrow and a teasing grin.
“Really, Meera? You showed him your boobs just to get the details? You naughty girl.”
Meera felt deeply embarrassed. She tried to defend herself, her voice quiet.
“I didn’t show it purposefully, sir… the dress you sent is a little loose. It slipped accidentally.”
Shankar stepped closer. His hand moved to her bare back, fingers tracing her spine slowly. He slid his palm further inside the open back of her dress, moving around to her front, touching the soft skin of her stomach.
“So that brought out the truth, huh?” he said, his voice low and amused. “This is like a truth serum. Whoever we want to extract information from… we just need to make you show your boobs?”
As he spoke, his hand moved higher and boldly cupped her right breast inside the dress, squeezing it firmly. His thumb brushed over her nipple through the thin stick-on bra.
Vikram laughed loudly at the crude joke, clearly enjoying the scene.
Shankar kept his hand on her breast for a few more seconds, kneading it possessively, before finally letting go.
Vikram added with a smirk, “You’re right, Shankar. She has real skill. But to be honest… I haven’t seen them up close yet to properly judge.”
Meera stood there, cheeks burning red with humiliation.Meera stood there, her heart racing, but she didn’t protest. She knew she was too deep in this mission now. Any wrong move, any sign of discomfort or resistance, could make them keep her away. She had to stay close, stay useful, and keep playing the role they expected from her.
She took a small step forward, moving just out of Shankar’s immediate reach. His hand slipped off her body as she did so.
Shankar smiled, not seeming offended.
“I selected this dress myself, brother,” he said to Vikram, “but even I haven’t gotten a proper look yet.”
Vikram laughed and looked at Meera with a teasing glint in his eyes.
“You’ve seen enough already, my brother. I know.” He turned to Meera with a playful smirk. “Maybe she wants some information extracted from me tonight. What do you say, Meera?”
Meera forced a light laugh, trying to match their teasing tone even though her stomach was in knots.
“You both are very naughty bosses,” she said, shaking her head with a shy smile. “I’m sure you both have already seen every part of me. Shankar sir… you even put my bra and panty pictures in all the Anaaavaran catalogues and packet covers also. I have no idea how many people have seen me like that by now.”
She kept her voice light, almost playful, but inside she felt deeply humiliated remembering how her near-naked body had been turned into product advertising.
Shankar and Vikram both chuckled.
“Don’t be so emotional, Meera,” Vikram said, waving his hand. “We were just pulling your leg to see if we could get it spread a little.”
Shankar nodded and added, “I’ll arrange your return. Let me call Sunny and get a driver for you.”
He made a quick call. Within minutes, a car was arranged to take her home.
Meera felt a wave of relief. She had survived another dangerous evening. As she walked toward the exit, still wearing the revealing slate-grey dress, she could feel the eyes of several men following her as he boobs bounced on the way.
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