Chapter 39: party with Kondesh's friends
After all she cannot let her lower mouth stay stretched for long. It would not be good for her to play. Even though it would not happen immediately taking few measures would be good. When the system is upgraded she can buy some extra buffs.
"Bitch, it will still take few months to upgrade my system. You can go wild but be in moderation and follow my tips. When the system upgrades I will give you some good buffs to buy at discount.
These things can let you keep your hot figure as it is without any problem. That way you don't have to worry about becoming out of shape and they would despise you for being ugly or other things.
That night she slept without buzzing to call others to keep her lower mouth tight and clear. She felt quite peaceful after the exhausting exercise. In the morning next day she put on proper clothes and went out to meet with Kondesh.
They did not decide to meet at her house but meet outside. She cannot let her neighbor's gossip about her too much. Kondesh is waiting at an intersection and got on his car. Yes he did not come on bike but came on car.
Well she is wearing a saree again and it is not convenient for a bike to travel smoothly. As for why she is still wearing a saree is because she did not have dresses of other models because she is poor before.
The humid evening air clung to Kamini's silk saree as she followed Kondesh into the penthouse. The transition from the quiet hallway to the low, thrumming bass of the private apartment was jarring. Three pairs of eyes turned from the panoramic city view to fix on her.
"Gentlemen," Kondesh's voice rumbled and a sound that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards. "This is Kamini." A man with sharp, intelligent features and closely cropped dark hair stepped forward first, a glass of amber liquid in his hand.
"Jacob… A true pleasure…." His gaze was analytical, missing nothing, from the delicate gold jewelry at her wrists to the way the deep red fabric of her Lehenga hugged her hips. A taller, broader man with a warm smile and kind eyes followed.
"I'm Ali. That is quite an entrance." His compliment felt genuine, though his eyes dipped for a fraction of a second to the prominent swell of her melons beneath the sheer chiffon of her saree blouse.
The third, a man with an athletic build and an effortlessly cool demeanor leaning against the bar, simply raised his glass. "Kam..." His voice was smooth, a low purr that contrasted with the room's energy.
Kamini offered a demure smile, the picture of innocence, even as a slow, coiling heat began to simmer low in her belly. Her heart wasn't racing. It was beating a slow, heavy, anticipatory drumbeat.
Kondesh placed a massive hand on the small of her back, the heat of it searing through the layers of silk. "Drink…?"
"Please," she murmured her voice softer than she felt. As Jacob handed her a chilled glass, his fingers grazed hers. A tiny, almost imperceptible spark... Kamini's eyelids fluttered. Mmmph… The sound was quiet, a soft exhale of air that she didn't quite manage to stifle.
Jacob's lips quirked into a knowing smile... The low music shifted to a slower, more sensual tempo. Kondesh didn't ask. He simply took her glass from her hand, placed it aside and drew her into the center of the room.
His body was a wall of solid muscle, the hard plane of his stomach pressing against her and lower, the impossible, thick ridge of him, even in its resting state, was a firm pressure against her lower abdomen.
"Just dance…" He murmured into her hair, his voice a gravelly command. His hands settled on her waist, large enough to almost span it. They began to move, a slow, swaying grind. Kamini let her head fall back against his chest, her eyes closing.
The silk of her saree whispered against itself with every subtle rotation of her hips. She could feel every man watching. The attention was a physical touch, a caress that made her skin prickle.
His right hand slid upward, over the curve of her hip, his thumb brushing the underside of her melon. Nngh... Another small, choked sound escaped her. It wasn't a moan of pleasure yet, but one of pure, unfiltered sensitivity.
"So responsive," Kondesh growled softly, his thumb applying a hint more pressure, circling just beneath the heavy weight of her melon. The song faded, and another, with a more pronounced rhythm, began.
Jacob was there instantly, his movements precise. He took her from Kondesh, one hand clasping hers, the other settling possessively on her hip bone. "My turn…" he stated, his analytical gaze now focused intently on her face.
He danced differently. Closer… His thigh slid between hers as they swayed, applying a firm, steady pressure exactly where she was growing warm and damp. The layers of her Lehenga and saree were no barrier.
The friction was exquisite. His free hand came up to trace the intricate beadwork on her blouse, his fingertip skimming the stiff peak of her cherry straining against the fabric. Aah… Her breath caught, her back arching slightly, pushing her chest into his touch.
Her eyes flew open to meet his. He wasn't smiling anymore. His expression was one of focused hunger. "No inner clothes," he observed, his voice clinical yet deeply aroused. "You came prepared."
He didn't wait for an answer. His fingers found the knot of her saree at her shoulder. With a deft flick, he loosened it. The long, red fabric slithered down her arm and pooled on the floor behind her, leaving her in just the embroidered blouse and the voluminous skirt of her Lehenga.
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