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Luckily at that very moment, the other students started walking in. The teacher made some small talk and wished me all the best for the aptitude test for the mechanical engineering interview. He walked off but not before ogling at my smooth and fully exposed legs and my deep cleavage.
But that was the least of my worries right now, to be honest. My issue was the almost 100 of my classmates (95% of whom were boys, because Mechanical Engineering!) who were entering the room right now, all dressed in casuals. I was the only girl who was sitting in proper formals and to such a slutty outfit.
Just to remind you of my situation, I was sitting on a bench in the class center. Sitting had made my short skirt rise even more, and almost the entirety of my smooth legs was fully visible. My formal white shirt hugged my body tightly.
My first button was open because the shirt was too tight to button it. The rest of the shirt also did little but accentuate my figure. How had I gotten myself into this situation!
As I had expected, I started getting the stares. Boys who had not seen me earlier outside the washroom were taken aback and started gossiping. No one seemed to be concerned or nervous about a dream company’s aptitude test anymore, and why would they?
Seldom do boys in mechanical get to have an eyeful of a girl at such a close distance and that too in such skimpy clothes. For 4 years, my image was that of a simple Sindhi sanskari (cultured) girl, who had never even worn even a sleeveless top to college. And suddenly this!
All this, I could hear them whispering and could judge it from the way they looked at me. But I thought to myself that now that I had come this far facing all odds, it would be best to go through with it. I should take the aptitude test to the best of my abilities.
People were settling around me. One of my classmates, Aman, sat beside me. This guy always had a crush on me. I talked to him, but I did not give him much bhaav on the dating front. He was smart but pretty average otherwise. Until then, I was never much interested in boy’s sexual things, as you know.
As he settled and glanced at me, I gave him a smile and raised my eyebrows in a small ‘Hi!’ gesture. He returned the gesture, but his smile had kind of a devilish touch to it. As if saying, ‘I know what you’re up to.’ I just averted his gaze and looked away.
But from the corner of my eye, I could see him slowly eyeballing me from the bottom- my legs, thighs, hips, waist, and up to my cleavage from the open shirt. Noticing this, I felt a slight tingle in my pussy! “What!?” I thought to myself, “Am I getting excited because he’s looking at me?”
The same guy who I was not even interested in a day back. “But no time for sexual thoughts right now,” I thought as I tried to compose myself. I was forcing my attention away from my pussy to the mammoth task at hand – the aptitude test.
That’s when the company guys walked in, one old guy, one new guy. The old guy had a heavy voice. He started, “You are around 100 people here in this room, and there are another 100 in the adjacent room giving this aptitude test.”
“What!” I thought, “200 freaking people are taking this test!”
“We plan to select only 10 people out of these 200 for the interviews. Out of which we’ll select 3 people for the job,” he continued flatly. The whole room started getting jittery, moans of “Arre!” “We’re gone now!” “What is even the use of sitting for this!” started echoing among the students.
Even I, who was never much concerned about jobs and such things, started thinking. I had literally put aside my shame, exposed my body to 100 students, and for what? To get rejected in the first round itself? An average student like me didn’t really stand a chance.
Then the examiners started distributing the aptitude test question papers. There were 80 MCQs (multiple choice questions), which we had 60 minutes to solve. I thought to myself that I was at a juncture from which there was no going back. There was no way I was going home without giving it my all.
I was fully psyched and amped up when I got the question paper. The old guy from the company who came to my desk to give me the paper stood for longer than usual. I noticed him staring right at my cleavage. I am sure he must have got quite a view standing above me.
But I brushed it off, thinking he must just be stumped because I am dressed in non-casuals. Also, I was not taking in any distractions when I was this amped up to solve the test! The time began, I opened the paper, started running through the questions, and I was stumped!
These questions were too hard. Firstly there was no way anyone could solve those 80 questions in 60 minutes. Secondly, I could not solve more than 5 questions with complete confidence in getting the right answer.
Anyway, with half a heart, I started on the questions I could solve. I took almost half an hour to solve 8 questions. After that, I had no clue how to even begin solving the remaining ones. I was heartbroken and kept my head down for some time.
Suddenly I realized Aman was there. This guy who had a crush on me maybe still has it to tell me some answers. I did a low volume ‘psst psst’ at him, and he looked up. I signaled him to tell me answers 10-20. He gave a small smirk as if saying, ‘Lol as if I will keep my solving aside and tell you any answers.’
He continued his solving. I was aghast, I again did a light ‘psst’ and literally pleaded, mouthing, “Please teel naa.” I don’t know what he thought. But he stopped scribbling on his paper and pointed a finger to himself and then bent his fingers upward, signaling, “What’s in it for me.”
I was perplexed and asked, “What do you want?” As if he had already prepared for this. He pointed to his hair and signaled ‘tying’ and gave a one-sided smirk. This guy! When I was wearing this tight shirt, he wanted me to tie my loose hair into a ponytail.
He must have seen the rubber band on my wrist and thought of this task. I knew that guys got excited when girls raise their hands to tie their hair. But doing it when I was wearing this shirt and sitting in an exam! It was too much. I looked at him with shock, my eyes wide, and I reverted my gaze to the front.
Aman, only a bit disappointed, shrugged, and started solving again. I looked at the question paper again. I would rather try solving sums than do these things for a guy here. But Alas! I could only solve half a sum and didn’t know how to go on. I sighed.
I had no option left, and it was a simple task, I thought, something which girls do everywhere, every day. Making up the mind for it, I whispered to him, “Aman.” He looked, I mouthed “Ok” and signaled a thumbs-up, meaning, “Ok, I will do it.”
He kept his pen down and started looking at me as one small-sided smirk formed across his face. I just thought to myself, “Pranali, think that no one is watching you. Do it as if you’re actually tying your hair for the heck of it and not to put on a show.”
I could still see Aman from the corner of my eye. But I kept my gaze fixed ahead. I took off the rubber band on my wrist, held it in my lips, stretched my arms up, and started tying my hair. I had fairly long hair, and it took quite some time to gather my hair, but I did it as fast I could.
Though I finished this entire process in less than a minute, it felt longer. I knew in the back of my mind that I was displaying my body to a classmate for some answers to some questions. All along, I could feel his gaze scan me from head to toe.
My hands stretched up meant my already tight shirt was clinging against my armpits and breasts. My skirt, which was already very short, had ridden up slightly more. My long, smooth legs were fully exposed to him. But I did not have any other way to go.
I knew this had to be done to clear this aptitude round. I finally finished the task and looked at him. He gave me a small smile and mouthed the answers to the multiple-choice questions from 10 to 15. I was waiting for him to continue, but he just stopped.
I had asked him the answers from 10 to 20, and he had stopped after just 5 answers! I looked at him, sternly and whispered, “What?” The bastard just shrugged, as if saying, “This is how it is.” I had always considered a good friend who was now taking undue advantage of me knowing my situation.
I am sure if I were in a salwar suit, he would not even think of asking for such things. But . I mouthed, “Please, tell me,” and he just plainly whispered, “What’s in it for me?” I was shocked.
A conservative girl who had not even worn a sleeveless top to college exposed me like this for him. And this guy wanted more? Knowing I had no choice and that he won’t back down. I asked him again, “What do you want me to do?” He was pleased cause he didn’t expect me to agree so soon.
As if he had already thought of it, he pointed to his own uppermost shirt button and then signaled 1! He wanted me to unbutton a button of my shirt. I was kind of happy because my uppermost button was already open because of the tight-fitting of the shirt.
Kind of in a cheeky way, I pulled in front of my shirt’s left part and signaled him, showing that one of my buttons is already open. Turned out, he already knew that! What he wanted me to do was unbutton another one for him. He simply signaled lower with his index finger.
I looked at him in utter disbelief. Well, tying hair was a natural thing to do in a classroom, and no one would suspect anything. But if someone saw me in an exam hall with 2 buttons of my already tight shirt open, anyone would guess that I was up to something.
This was too much! Not to mention that the shirt had 5 buttons. Opening the first 2 would mean that half of my breast would be visible, along with a portion of my black bra. I looked at him and asked him to give me another task. But he was adamant on this one.
I told him that people might see me like that. He said, “So what?’ I told him that I will do it for him outside, to which he said he wanted it now. I looked up at the class. The test was tough. Everyone was scribbling furiously into their papers, and no one was even looking up.
The invigilators were sitting on a chair near the door and were only casting occasional glances at the class. “Well, the environment sure is safe,” I thought. I knew that if I kept weighing the risks, there was a chance that the time of the test might run out.
My fingers shaking a bit, I opened the second button of my shirt and looked at him coyly. I did a thumbs-up and mouthed, “Ok?” As if he was gonna be satisfied with just that. He gave me a smirk and signaled to spread/open the top of my shirt.
Just unbuttoning would not have let anyone know what I was doing. But opening up the shirt would indicate it to anyone who even chanced a look at me. But there was no going back now, not after I had come so far. I held my shirt’s collar with both hands on either side and pulled it apart as far as it would go.
Aman did not expect this. He let out a slight gasp of surprise. I could also see his pants bulge slightly. He was clearly getting an erection looking at me, exposing myself. And surely, there I was, sitting in an exam hall surrounded by about 100 boys, my shirt open and my black skirt ever so short.
Anyone standing dead ahead would get a clear view of half my boobs and around 2 inches of my black bra. Also, my left bra strap was clearly visible because I had pulled my shirt apart so much. Aman now had a full-blown erection looking at me like that.
He signaled me to turn towards him so that he could get . He was sitting adjacent to me and was missing the view. I slowly turned right, and now he could see it! My soft white boobs, with a lining of my black bra pushing against the third button of my tight shirt.
My left side was especially exposed. This is what the lucky bastard got a full view of. He could see the left cup of my bra all the way up to the left strap. His erection was throbbing against his jeans now. I asked him to tell me the answers now, and he quickly told it to me without much hassle. I was relieved.
Without asking him, I now turned ahead and buttoned myself. I then looked at him and gave a small smile of thanks, not that he deserved it. But still, I was happy to get 10 answers within 15 minutes. But to my surprise, his erection was still strong. I looked down at it and then looked up.
Turns out, Aman wanted more. He voluntarily mouthed a question, “20 to 30?” As in, “Do you want answers to questions 20 to 30?” I was surprised. If this guy offered me answers, he sure had something big in his mind, bigger than his cock. But now even I was getting curious.
All these years, I was an obedient, traditional girl who had never explored her sexuality. I never thought about sex or boys, never wore sexy clothes, or seduced someone. But now that this was happening, it was an entirely different experience.
Using nothing but my body to get things done was something I had seen in Bollywood movies. But that happening here and so unexpectedly was something else.
Sitting in a tight shirt and short skirt in the middle of a classroom seducing a guy and causing him to get a hard-on surely was something else.
Maybe I was into it more than I was willing to accept!
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