Sindhi Girl In Mechanical Engineering Interview 8211 Part 2
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In this confusion and worry, the test time got over. I did not get the answers from Aman I had touched myself, and the invigilator collected all the papers. I was so nervous that I just wanted to get away from the exam hall, from everyone, and hide away in a hole.
The invigilator said that we would break for lunch, resume in an hour and that all of us were expected to be there at the right time. I thought to myself that I was not staying.
Just then, our TPO came and said that anyone who went home would not be eligible to apply for any more jobs. ‘Blacklisted’ was the word he used. Damn this college and the stupid rules!
“Okay,” I thought to myself, “if I was not allowed to go home, at least I could change.”
I called up Sharada (You’ll remember that bitch from . She was the one due to whom I had to stay dressed like this and stick out like a sore thumb). She did not pick my call.
I was running across the college in those clothes, searching for her to get my salwar kameez back so that I could change asap. Remember that it was placement for us. But for all other year students and teachers, it was a normal day.
So seeing me like this, in such little tight clothes, invited not only a lot of stares but also comments and laughs. Finally, after facing much embarrassment, I met Sharada in the canteen. All eyes were just turning back and looking at me.
But at this point, I didn’t care. I just wanted my normal clothes (the salwar kameez which I wore from home) back.
Sharada was at the table in the canteen with 4 other guys and 1 girl. I knew that they were in my class but hadn’t talked much to either of them. I asked Sharada quietly to come to the side since I wanted to talk to her in private.
But that bitch knew why I was asking for that. She knew I wanted to change into my salwar kameez, which was in her bag. She was not done with my embarrassment, though, and straightaway said no!
I literally pleaded to Sharada in front of everyone to please talk to me just once. But she said, “Whatever you want to say, say it here, slut.” Did she just call me a slut in front of everyone?! But I didn’t care for that now.
Letting go of my inhibitions, I asked her in front of everyone to return my salwaar kameez to me. I wanted to change out of these clothes. This invited a huge laugh from everyone at the table. This caused other people in the canteen to stare at me even more.
Rahul, (who you might remember from the 2nd part) was at the table too. He was the one who had a crush on me earlier. But he was dating Sharada now after I did not pay much heed to him.
Rahul slyly said to me, “Dekh, Pranali agar tujhe tere kapde chahiye toh tujhe bhi humare liye kuch karna padega.” (You’ll have to do something for us if you want your clothes back).
I had just literally put my body on display to get a few answers. Now I was being asked to do something just to get my own clothes back. “All men really are dogs,” I thought.
Kinda scary, especially since this was an open place. I asked him, “What do you want me to do, Rahul?”
“Come sit with us,” he said. Just sit with them? That was not bad. I started sitting on the empty place at the corner of the bench. But he didn’t want me sitting there. He wanted me to sit between him and another one of his friends. I didn’t think of much at the time.
So I just said, “Sure.” Immediately Rahul got out, let me go in, sit, and then sat back. I had my bag on my lap, which he snatched from me without even asking me, and placed it aside.
He then turned to me, came close to me, and said, “Pranali, I waited to have you for 2 years, but you were too good for me, weren’t you? And now, look at you. You are sitting between me and my friend dressed like a complete slut with your short skirt and tight shirt, which is putting your boobs on display for the entire college to see.”
“Why is he talking like that to me?” I thought. But, all that he was saying was indeed true. No one had talked dirty to me till then. I didn’t know whether to be ashamed? Turned on? Or just humiliated?
“Answer me when I talk to you,” said Rahul. I just nodded. “Do you like showing your body and naked legs to your peers and professors, Pranali?”
Now I was getting into it, so I said, “Oh yes! Rahul, I do.”
“Tell me what you are, Pranali?”
“I am a slut, Rahul.”
“Good little slut, what do you want to do?”
“I wanna show you what a good little slut I am, Rahul.”
“Do you mind everyone else seeing you in these skimpy clothes?”
“No, Rahul, I don’t care who sees me in these little clothes, coz I am a slut.”
I was really getting turned on by this convo. My pussy was very, very wet, wetter than it had ever been. Rahul and his friend had put their hands on my open, naked legs under the bench. They had started caressing it gently.
“Do you like our hands on your legs, Pranali?” he asked.
“Yes, Rahul, it feels so good, 2 pairs of hands touching me.” I was not lying. The rough hands of those boys felt real good caressing my smooth and glistening inner thighs.
How had this come to this? Just 24 hours ago, I was a good traditional Sindhi girl. Io had never worn anything more than a salwar kameez or seduced anyone or even had a boyfriend or even touched me.
And here I was in the middle of two guys. Sitting in the school canteen, wearing really skimpy clothes and getting caressed by both of them while talking dirty.
“We have a final task for you,” the other guy, to my right, spoke, breaking my flow of thought. This guy, Vinod, was sitting to my right and hadn’t spoken until then.
He never stopped caressing my inner thighs, just told me, “Pranali, to get back your old boring clothes, you have to do one last thing to prove that you really are a slut.” By this time, I was too turned on and too desperate to even argue. I just nodded. “Go to the washroom, take off your bra and come sit back here.”
“What the actual fuck!?” I thought to myself. Doing stuff when hidden was one thing. But taking off my bra when I had such a tight shirt on was ridiculous to even think of.
The professors, students, colleagues, would know that I was walking without anything below my shirt. Not to mention my breasts would be clearly visible due to the figure-hugging shirt.
I told him that I’d do anything else, just not this. He said my other option was to suck both of their cocks below the table right now. As if that was feasible!
Looking down and sweating due to nervousness, I coyly went out of the canteen. I went to the girl’s washroom to take off my bra, expose myself to the entire college. Then return to sit back between the 2 guys.
God only knew what they would do having me there like that. Nothing would be the same ever again; that traditional Sindhi girl was long gone.
To be continued.
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