Chapter 44: naked search in an apartment building
The metal doors of the elevator slid shut with a soft thump, sealing her in a cage of garish, fluorescent light. Kamini stood naked, her skin prickling in the chilled air, the hum of the machinery a stark contrast to the frantic drumming in her chest.
She kept her eyes fixed on the numbered panel, watching the light blink from 'G' to '1'. This was it. The second task... A smooth, disembodied voice crackled from a small speaker above her head.
Kondesh... "Floor one, Kamini. Your blouse is there. Somewhere... Remember the rules. Elevator only… and if you're seen… you know what to do. We're watching. Enjoying the view..." A hot flush, equal parts shame and a strange, unwelcome thrill, spread across her chest.
The camera in the corner of the elevator felt like a physical touch. She took a deep breath, the air cool on her cherries, already drawn into tight, sensitive peaks. For better life and for revenge… the mantra was her only armor.
The doors slid open on the first floor. A long, dimly lit hallway stretched out, the scent of old carpet and boiled vegetables hanging in the air. She stepped out, her bare feet silent on the ugly green pile.
The air felt different out here, heavier, riskier. She moved quickly, her body a pale ghost in the gloom. Her large, heavy melons swayed with each step, a soft, rhythmic jiggle that made her intensely aware of her own exposure.
A door opened halfway down the hall. Kamini froze, pressing herself against the wall, her heart hammering against her ribs. An elderly man, thin and stooped with a halo of white hair, shuffled out, pulling a small wheeled cart.
He turned, his eyes widening comically behind thick glasses. He stopped dead. "Oh my…" he whispered, his voice raspy with age. He didn't look away. His gaze was fixed, not on her face, but lower, on the spectacular swell of her chest.
The rule echoed in her head. Seduce them. Get them to grope you. Swallowing her saliva with excitement, Kamini pushed away from the wall, standing fully in the light. She forced a small, hesitant smile.
"I… I seem to have lost something," she said, her voice a little husky. The old man, Mr. Henderson according to his doorplate, just stared. His mouth worked soundlessly. Kamini took a step closer, the movement making her melons sway enticingly.
She saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "Could you… help me?" she asked, injecting a false tremor into her words. "I'm so lost."
"Y-yes... Of course," he stammered, his eyes still glued to her chest. She guided his frail, papery hand, his skin cool and dotted with age spots, until his palm cupped the full weight of her right melon. His fingers were trembling.
A sharp, startled sound escaped him, a mix of a gasp and a sigh. Mmmph… He was gentle, almost reverent, his touch incredibly soft as he fondled the generous flesh. His thumb, rough with calluses, brushed over her cherry and she couldn't suppress a sharp intake of breath.
It felt… not entirely unpleasant, just surreal. The absurdity of it sent another wave of heat through her. "Th-thank you," she murmured, her own voice breathy now for a different reason. She guided his other hand to her left melon, letting him hold the heavy weight for a moment.
His eyes fluttered shut. Gllrk… He swallowed hard again. After a moment that stretched into an eternity of quiet, desperate fondling, she gently pulled his hands away. "I have to keep looking."
He nodded, dazed, as she spotted her silky blue blouse draped over the handle of a fire extinguisher case further down the hall. She snatched it, not bothering to put it on yet and hurried back to the waiting elevator, feeling his dazed gaze on her retreating backside.
The doors closed. She leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, the blouse clutched in her fist. The speaker crackled again, Ali's voice this time, laced with amusement. "Very good, Kamini… A tender start… Next floor… The Lehenga…" Floor three was quieter.
She found her long skirt that is Lehenga folded neatly on a mail sorting table in a small lobby area. She was just reaching for it when a younger man, perhaps in his late twenties, with tousled hair and wearing only loose pajama bottoms, stepped out of an apartment, yawning.
He froze mid-yawn, his eyes bugging out. He was a nerd, exactly the type they'd described, his gaze instantly dropping to her chest. "Whoa…" he breathed with his voice still thick with sleep. "Ha... Hey…" Kamini didn't wait this time.
The sooner she got this over with, the better. She approached him and letting the blouse she held dangle from her fingers, doing nothing to cover herself. "I'm playing a game…" she said, her tone more confident now.
"And the rules say if you see me, you get a reward." His Adam's apple bobbed. "A… a reward…?"
"Mmhmm…" She took his hand this one was warm and slightly damp and placed it firmly on her melon. He was far less gentle than the old man. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, his grip possessive.
A low groan rumbled in his chest. Grnk... "Oh man…" he mumbled, his other hand coming up to squeeze her other melon, his thumbs aggressively circling her cherries. The sensation was sharper, more direct, sending little jolts straight to her core.
She bit her lip in a naughty way, a genuine moan catching in her throat. Nnngh… "The rules…" she panted, her head falling back slightly, "…say you can have a tit job if you want."
His eyes nearly rolled back in his head. "F*ck yes... Please." He fumbled with his pajama drawstring, his meat rod springing free, already fully hard and leaking. It wasn't enormous, but it was eager.
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