17-10-2026, 01:39 PM
Title : Jahnavi get job Banged in Group sex – 8
Jahnavi was audibly sobbing now. Both her palms were held protectively over the twin domes covered by her designer blouse, which made her impending topless state seem even more alluring to all the watching men. "Please! Please! Haven't you seen enough?! I have already been humiliated so much!", she gasped through sobs.
"Come on, Jahnavi. I am sure the workshop participants are going to gain a lot from the session. Please remove your blouse and bra now", said Awasthi, as if this was a perfectly normal thing to ask.
Jahnavi still stood frozen, unable to actually undo her blouse. Mr. Gupta stepped in, now speaking with a hard edge in his voice, with his eyes fixed on her bust, "Jahnavi, you are going to show your breasts to the room immediately now! I don't care whether you feel shy! You have no choice in the matter! Stop crying and start stripping. This is what you signed up for!"
Jahnavi felt anger fill her gorgeous body. "I don't care what I signed", she shouted furiously at Mr. Gupta. "You can't make me do something like this! I will quit from this company!!". Mr. Gupta looked very strict. "Jahnavi, don't be childish. You know you can't afford to quit", he said. "What do you mean, can't afford?", shouted Jahnavi challengingly? "Well, if you quit, you will have to immediately reimburse the cost of your training in Dubai. Otherwise the company will be forced to get you arrested for breach of contract".
Jahnavi's heart sank at these words. "How much will I have to pay for that silly training?", she asked in a much weaker voice. "Well, counting the air-fares, the accommodation, the training materials and the networking parties you were allowed to attend, you would need to reimburse about 10 lakh rupees", Mr. Gupta said with smug satisfaction. "What???", squealed the lovely young girl. "How can I possibly repay that much money?? You haven't even paid me a single salary yet!!" "Then stop being difficult and follow the company rules", argued Mr. Gupta in a patient voice. "You will get your first salary at the end of one month, but provided you have fully discharged all duties you signed up for, including the workshop duty every Friday".
Now Jahnavi was at a complete loss. She was too young and inexperienced to know what her legal options were, but it seemed ominously likely to her that she could be jailed for not following the commitments she had signed in the contract. Desperate, she tried to make another attempt to extricate herself from the situation she had got herself in. Addressing Mr. Gupta, she said, "I don't believe you can force me to show my breasts to so many men. I want to speak to the head office people in Dubai". She recalled how nice everyone had been to her in Dubai, and even how many of the executives and clients seemed infatuated with her. She tried assuring herself that if she could appeal to them, they would see the absurdity of what Gupta and Awasthi were asking of her.
"Of course", Mr. Gupta said, to her surprise. "In fact, the corporate office representatives had themselves promised to attend today's introductory workshop by video-conference. I am sure that they will also want to see you fulfil your employment conditions properly". With these words, Mr. Gupta walked to the second video-screen and flipped a switch. The screen flickered on to show a large group of men sitting around a large conference table. Jahnavi immediately recognised many of the executives she had met in Dubai, as well as several of the 'clients' she had been introduced to. From the furniture on the screen, she realised that the group was assembled in the large conference room in the Dubai headquarters, which had a seating capacity of over 60.
The room seemed full, and many men were even standing. The quality of the video was surprisingly clear, and the group of men had their eyes glued to a screen at their own end, which was showing what was happening in the basement in Mumbai. They could see the lovely young Jahnavi, desperately holding her hands in front of her skimpy blouse and panties, in the classic pose of shame.
"Hello, Mr. Gupta", said one of the senior Dubai executives on the screen. "Is our new recruit performing well in her first workshop?". Even over the video-link, the sexual anticipation in the executive's voice was palpable, and many of the other men on the screen smiled lasciviously at the question. WIth a sinking feeling, Jahnavi realised that it was hopeless to expect any help from the corporate office.
Mr. Gupta replied to the video screen, "Sir, Jahnavi is having some shyness issues, since this is her first time getting naked in front of so many men. In due course, I am sure she will learn to enjoy these workshops. I am thankful to the corporate office for taking the time out to be present through video-link. I am sure all your presence will encourage her to obey the orders of security officer Superintendent Awasthi here. I am particularly happy to notice that some of our most important clients are also present in the Dubai office. If any of you Gentlemen plan to visit Mumbai in future, it will be wonderful if you could attend one of Jahnavi's workshops in person".
Once again, Jahnavi realised that she was helpless. Clearly, not only Mr. Gupta and the ex-convicts, but everyone in her new company's management was looking forward to enjoying the sight of her young and full breasts.
In a last-ditch effort, she turned to Awasthi and begged, "Sir, you are a security officerman. How can this company force me to expose my body in front of so many men. Nobody except my former boyfriend has seen me naked so far. Please, please help me! As it is, this horrible company makes me conduct humiliating interviews with these very same sex-convicts every day.
How will I be able to continue interacting daily with these rough horny men after they have all seen my breasts? And this group of 'students' are the same boys who lost no chance to grope me during my entire time in college! How can I now show my breasts to them??!" Once again Awasthi's ostensibly comforting words only made things worse, "Jahnavi, I understand how difficult it must be for your to anticipate how much all these men and boys are going to enjoy your toplessness. Most of them have probably already been imagining you topless from the moment they saw you, and now they will have a chance to live out their dirty fantasies. However, unfortunately there is no way to conduct a workshop on female sexuality without first exposing your body to the participants. Please be brave".
As Jahnavi still hesitated, Mr. Gupta stepped in, in a more rough tone, "Jahnavi, please stop wasting everyone's time. The whole workshop is waiting to see your naked breasts. We have important executives and clients in Dubai also waiting for the rest of the workshop. You don't have a choice in the matter. No matter how shy you feel, you have to remove your blouse and bra and let everyone see your breasts! Right now!"
Story to be continued .
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Jahnavi was audibly sobbing now. Both her palms were held protectively over the twin domes covered by her designer blouse, which made her impending topless state seem even more alluring to all the watching men. "Please! Please! Haven't you seen enough?! I have already been humiliated so much!", she gasped through sobs.
"Come on, Jahnavi. I am sure the workshop participants are going to gain a lot from the session. Please remove your blouse and bra now", said Awasthi, as if this was a perfectly normal thing to ask.
Jahnavi still stood frozen, unable to actually undo her blouse. Mr. Gupta stepped in, now speaking with a hard edge in his voice, with his eyes fixed on her bust, "Jahnavi, you are going to show your breasts to the room immediately now! I don't care whether you feel shy! You have no choice in the matter! Stop crying and start stripping. This is what you signed up for!"
Jahnavi felt anger fill her gorgeous body. "I don't care what I signed", she shouted furiously at Mr. Gupta. "You can't make me do something like this! I will quit from this company!!". Mr. Gupta looked very strict. "Jahnavi, don't be childish. You know you can't afford to quit", he said. "What do you mean, can't afford?", shouted Jahnavi challengingly? "Well, if you quit, you will have to immediately reimburse the cost of your training in Dubai. Otherwise the company will be forced to get you arrested for breach of contract".
Jahnavi's heart sank at these words. "How much will I have to pay for that silly training?", she asked in a much weaker voice. "Well, counting the air-fares, the accommodation, the training materials and the networking parties you were allowed to attend, you would need to reimburse about 10 lakh rupees", Mr. Gupta said with smug satisfaction. "What???", squealed the lovely young girl. "How can I possibly repay that much money?? You haven't even paid me a single salary yet!!" "Then stop being difficult and follow the company rules", argued Mr. Gupta in a patient voice. "You will get your first salary at the end of one month, but provided you have fully discharged all duties you signed up for, including the workshop duty every Friday".
Now Jahnavi was at a complete loss. She was too young and inexperienced to know what her legal options were, but it seemed ominously likely to her that she could be jailed for not following the commitments she had signed in the contract. Desperate, she tried to make another attempt to extricate herself from the situation she had got herself in. Addressing Mr. Gupta, she said, "I don't believe you can force me to show my breasts to so many men. I want to speak to the head office people in Dubai". She recalled how nice everyone had been to her in Dubai, and even how many of the executives and clients seemed infatuated with her. She tried assuring herself that if she could appeal to them, they would see the absurdity of what Gupta and Awasthi were asking of her.
"Of course", Mr. Gupta said, to her surprise. "In fact, the corporate office representatives had themselves promised to attend today's introductory workshop by video-conference. I am sure that they will also want to see you fulfil your employment conditions properly". With these words, Mr. Gupta walked to the second video-screen and flipped a switch. The screen flickered on to show a large group of men sitting around a large conference table. Jahnavi immediately recognised many of the executives she had met in Dubai, as well as several of the 'clients' she had been introduced to. From the furniture on the screen, she realised that the group was assembled in the large conference room in the Dubai headquarters, which had a seating capacity of over 60.
The room seemed full, and many men were even standing. The quality of the video was surprisingly clear, and the group of men had their eyes glued to a screen at their own end, which was showing what was happening in the basement in Mumbai. They could see the lovely young Jahnavi, desperately holding her hands in front of her skimpy blouse and panties, in the classic pose of shame.
"Hello, Mr. Gupta", said one of the senior Dubai executives on the screen. "Is our new recruit performing well in her first workshop?". Even over the video-link, the sexual anticipation in the executive's voice was palpable, and many of the other men on the screen smiled lasciviously at the question. WIth a sinking feeling, Jahnavi realised that it was hopeless to expect any help from the corporate office.
Mr. Gupta replied to the video screen, "Sir, Jahnavi is having some shyness issues, since this is her first time getting naked in front of so many men. In due course, I am sure she will learn to enjoy these workshops. I am thankful to the corporate office for taking the time out to be present through video-link. I am sure all your presence will encourage her to obey the orders of security officer Superintendent Awasthi here. I am particularly happy to notice that some of our most important clients are also present in the Dubai office. If any of you Gentlemen plan to visit Mumbai in future, it will be wonderful if you could attend one of Jahnavi's workshops in person".
Once again, Jahnavi realised that she was helpless. Clearly, not only Mr. Gupta and the ex-convicts, but everyone in her new company's management was looking forward to enjoying the sight of her young and full breasts.
In a last-ditch effort, she turned to Awasthi and begged, "Sir, you are a security officerman. How can this company force me to expose my body in front of so many men. Nobody except my former boyfriend has seen me naked so far. Please, please help me! As it is, this horrible company makes me conduct humiliating interviews with these very same sex-convicts every day.
How will I be able to continue interacting daily with these rough horny men after they have all seen my breasts? And this group of 'students' are the same boys who lost no chance to grope me during my entire time in college! How can I now show my breasts to them??!" Once again Awasthi's ostensibly comforting words only made things worse, "Jahnavi, I understand how difficult it must be for your to anticipate how much all these men and boys are going to enjoy your toplessness. Most of them have probably already been imagining you topless from the moment they saw you, and now they will have a chance to live out their dirty fantasies. However, unfortunately there is no way to conduct a workshop on female sexuality without first exposing your body to the participants. Please be brave".
As Jahnavi still hesitated, Mr. Gupta stepped in, in a more rough tone, "Jahnavi, please stop wasting everyone's time. The whole workshop is waiting to see your naked breasts. We have important executives and clients in Dubai also waiting for the rest of the workshop. You don't have a choice in the matter. No matter how shy you feel, you have to remove your blouse and bra and let everyone see your breasts! Right now!"
Story to be continued .
If any of you have various types of fantasies ( sexual desires ) send me a message.
Tg : hydguy1
Gmail : hydhotguy31
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