26-08-2026, 02:33 PM
She stood there, flushed, trying to hide what could no longer be hidden, while the older man continued to look at her with calm, professional interest.
The older man — Shyam’s superior — suddenly extended his hand toward her pussy area between Meera’s legs.Meera froze.
Her eyes widened in fear.
She had no idea why this high-ranking stranger was reaching for her pussy.
She instinctively looked at Ajay, searching for some signal or protection.
Ajay stood only a few feet away.
His uniform trousers were still clearly tented with a hard-on.
Meera noticed it immediately, but the older man’s hand kept moving closer. Ajay is not stopping him, he outranks him she knows that.
She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself.
“See this,” the man said calmly.
Meera’s mind raced.
Why is he pointing at my pussy?
Why is he asking everyone to look there?
Then she felt a light touch — not on her skin, but on the cool metal resting just above it.
She opened her eyes.
He was holding the emerald pendant between his fingers, lifting it slightly so everyone could see it clearly against her bare body.
“This might be high value, it looks like the one that went missing from that international museum” he remarked, examining the stone and the delicate chain.
Raghav stepped closer and nodded.
“Yes, it might be.
Let her have it… for the efforts she put in for us.
Moreover, it looks better there — like a crown — than sitting in some museum or on a jewellery shelf.”
The older man considered for a moment, then gave a small nod of agreement.
“Very well. She keeps it.”
Meera, still flushed with leftover shyness and the sudden fright, turned to Ajay.
“Please… can I have a dress?”
There was an awkward silence.
No one had planned any spare clothes for her.
The entire operation had assumed she would either stay clothed or be extracted differently.
Ajay immediately started unbuttoning his uniform shirt to give it to her.
Raghav stopped him with a raised hand.
“You may need to present yourself to higher officials soon.
Stay in full uniform.”
Meera looked at the group, still covering herself with her arms as best she could.
“Then what about me?
Do I have to stay naked until they come?”
Raghav gave a small, almost apologetic smile.
“We have a little time.”
He took out his phone and called one of his officers.
“I need a woman’s dress." He looked at her body as if scanning her and said
A medium dress , 34c bra and a m size panty
Bring it to the warehouse as quickly as possible.”
On the other end of the line the officer sounded clearly surprised by the strange request from his superior, but he confirmed he would handle it.
Meera remained standing in the middle of the group — still completely naked except for the emerald pendant that now officially belonged to her — waiting for clothes while the cool air continued to touch every inch of her exposed skin.
Meera felt a gentle hand on her bare shoulder.It was Navya.“Come,” Navya said with a small smile. “Cut the cake.”Meera turned and saw that a simple birthday cake had been placed on a table.
Someone had even stuck a single candle in it.
She looked at Navya, still completely naked, arms only half-heartedly trying to cover herself.
“You arranged a cake celebration for me… but not a single piece of cloth?”
Navya shrugged, eyes flicking down Meera’s body and back up.
“How was I supposed to expect you to walk in here so shamelessly, fully naked?”
Meera gave a short, tired laugh and walked over to the cake.
She took the knife, cut neat slices, and began handing them out one by one.
Everyone took a piece — Ajay, Navya, Raghav, Shyam, Chotu, even the older superior who still glanced at her body more than at the cake.
Each of them hugged her again after receiving their piece.
Soft clothed bodies pressed against her bare breasts and stomach.
Warm hands rested briefly on her bare back or waist.
She stood in the middle of the small circle, completely naked, the emerald pendant still resting above her pussy, accepting the hugs and the cake while every pair of eyes remained aware of her exposed state.
In the middle of the quiet celebration a thought suddenly cut through her relief.
She turned to Ajay and Raghav.
“Sharma will be waiting for me today.”
Raghav answered calmly.
“Don’t worry. He will be taken care of.”
Meera shook her head.
“I want to be there when it happens.”
Raghav studied her for a second, then nodded.
“All right. We’ll arrange that for you.”
The older man — Shyam’s superior — suddenly extended his hand toward her pussy area between Meera’s legs.Meera froze.
Her eyes widened in fear.
She had no idea why this high-ranking stranger was reaching for her pussy.
She instinctively looked at Ajay, searching for some signal or protection.
Ajay stood only a few feet away.
His uniform trousers were still clearly tented with a hard-on.
Meera noticed it immediately, but the older man’s hand kept moving closer. Ajay is not stopping him, he outranks him she knows that.
She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself.
“See this,” the man said calmly.
Meera’s mind raced.
Why is he pointing at my pussy?
Why is he asking everyone to look there?
Then she felt a light touch — not on her skin, but on the cool metal resting just above it.
She opened her eyes.
He was holding the emerald pendant between his fingers, lifting it slightly so everyone could see it clearly against her bare body.
“This might be high value, it looks like the one that went missing from that international museum” he remarked, examining the stone and the delicate chain.
Raghav stepped closer and nodded.
“Yes, it might be.
Let her have it… for the efforts she put in for us.
Moreover, it looks better there — like a crown — than sitting in some museum or on a jewellery shelf.”
The older man considered for a moment, then gave a small nod of agreement.
“Very well. She keeps it.”
Meera, still flushed with leftover shyness and the sudden fright, turned to Ajay.
“Please… can I have a dress?”
There was an awkward silence.
No one had planned any spare clothes for her.
The entire operation had assumed she would either stay clothed or be extracted differently.
Ajay immediately started unbuttoning his uniform shirt to give it to her.
Raghav stopped him with a raised hand.
“You may need to present yourself to higher officials soon.
Stay in full uniform.”
Meera looked at the group, still covering herself with her arms as best she could.
“Then what about me?
Do I have to stay naked until they come?”
Raghav gave a small, almost apologetic smile.
“We have a little time.”
He took out his phone and called one of his officers.
“I need a woman’s dress." He looked at her body as if scanning her and said
A medium dress , 34c bra and a m size panty
Bring it to the warehouse as quickly as possible.”
On the other end of the line the officer sounded clearly surprised by the strange request from his superior, but he confirmed he would handle it.
Meera remained standing in the middle of the group — still completely naked except for the emerald pendant that now officially belonged to her — waiting for clothes while the cool air continued to touch every inch of her exposed skin.
Meera felt a gentle hand on her bare shoulder.It was Navya.“Come,” Navya said with a small smile. “Cut the cake.”Meera turned and saw that a simple birthday cake had been placed on a table.
Someone had even stuck a single candle in it.
She looked at Navya, still completely naked, arms only half-heartedly trying to cover herself.
“You arranged a cake celebration for me… but not a single piece of cloth?”
Navya shrugged, eyes flicking down Meera’s body and back up.
“How was I supposed to expect you to walk in here so shamelessly, fully naked?”
Meera gave a short, tired laugh and walked over to the cake.
She took the knife, cut neat slices, and began handing them out one by one.
Everyone took a piece — Ajay, Navya, Raghav, Shyam, Chotu, even the older superior who still glanced at her body more than at the cake.
Each of them hugged her again after receiving their piece.
Soft clothed bodies pressed against her bare breasts and stomach.
Warm hands rested briefly on her bare back or waist.
She stood in the middle of the small circle, completely naked, the emerald pendant still resting above her pussy, accepting the hugs and the cake while every pair of eyes remained aware of her exposed state.
In the middle of the quiet celebration a thought suddenly cut through her relief.
She turned to Ajay and Raghav.
“Sharma will be waiting for me today.”
Raghav answered calmly.
“Don’t worry. He will be taken care of.”
Meera shook her head.
“I want to be there when it happens.”
Raghav studied her for a second, then nodded.
“All right. We’ll arrange that for you.”
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