Previous Part: Jingbang with office colleagues – Part 1
I decided to act carefree now. As we got up after lunch, I started talking about work and acted engrossed. They were talking about the next steps to do. I was looking at the face of my team lead and speaking, ignoring the wind around me. I glanced around. The other guys were also listening to our conversation.
My heart was beating hard. I knew that at any time, the wind could expose my entire midriff to all my teammates. Things will never be the same again after this. I tried not to betray an emotion on my face. I have never put myself in such a position before.
It was my hatred towards my husband’s family that I wanted to take revenge on. I knew it was happening as I felt the wind touch my bare navel. I overcame the feeling of pulling down the t-shirt and continued talking. I stood in front of all the men, exposing my entire navel along with my belly button.
I did it. I showed the team my intimate part. I was sure the men had seen it. In between my talking, I carelessly pulled down the t-shirt to cover my navel. I knew the damage was done. My legs were shivering but I could not bring it on my face. I continued to talk about some random stuff.
I let go of my hand, and within seconds, I left. The strong wind lifted my t-shirt exposing my stomach again to everyone. This time, I let it stay up for a longer time, letting everyone get a good look at my flat stomach, the belly button. I then slowly acted annoyed.
I pulled down my t-shirt again, covering my navel again. I slowly looked at everyone’s faces they all looked dazed. Happiness on their face. I smiled inside. This was my birthday gift to them. I then looked at everyone and then got their attention. I again thanked them wholeheartedly for planning my birthday.
I spoke about how much it meant to me. I was looking at everyone’s face and speaking. The wind was brutal today. As I was speaking, it was again lifting my t-shirt. As I was speaking, I tried to pull down my T-shirt two to three times. But it was not staying down.
The 4th time, I gave up and let it stay up, giving my approval to look at my navel without guilt. I could see that there was lust in the faces of the men. They were educated software engineers from respectable families. But they were not able to control their lust and were sacrificing their dignity.
I again thanked the fat man who gave me his clothes. He was blushing. I again corrected my clothes and told him I would try to put on some weight to fit in this better. It made everyone laugh. He told me not to put on weight as I looked sexy in these clothes.
I blushed and threw a paper cup at him. I told him that I would give him my clothes and next time he should fit into it. Everyone laughed at him. He told me I should be jealous of him. He told me that he enjoys biryani while people like me sniff it. I am missing out on good food.
That was a good comeback. He saw he had no support, folded his hands in prayer, and told me that he had given up. We all laughed at him. We all went back to the cubicle. I had done it. I was feeling a tingling between my legs. The pleasure I derived from exposing myself was immeasurable.
I could see the guys were still wanting more. I went inside the washroom and saw that the clothes had dried. I wore my saree and came out, to everyone’s disappointment. I could clearly see that on their face. I laughed inside. I had them in my control now. I went home. I felt so good. I slept happily.
I wanted things to go back to normal, so for the next few days, I wore my old traditional clothes. Fully covered from top to bottom. I could see the huge disappointment on their faces when I stepped into the office. It was too much of a risk at home if I wore anything revealing.
I knew it was killing the men from the inside. One day, my team lead asked me to attend the Fire Safety training and other medical training on our floor. The building needed a representative from each company to then further teach the others. It was for 3 days, 1 hour each.
After the training, they asked me to teach the others as there have been many cases of building fires recently. They showed us videos of how dangerous the fire can be and taught us survival techniques. I was then asked to demonstrate the same to my team.
They had shown the demo on CPR techniques and other ways to save lives mostly on mannequins. I completed the training and I was given a certificate of Emergency Response Team or ERT member. I went back to the team and blocked a one-hour meeting the next day to teach the other 7 guys about it.
The guys were reluctant, but I was insistent that they attend. I wore a designer kurta and pyjama as usual. The most boring clothes like usual. I started the lecture with 7 guys whose faces were already so bored. I told them about how smoke can be lethal.
They half nodded, and half scrolled through their phones. I knew this would happen. In the end, I said I needed a volunteer to demonstrate some medical procedures in case of emergency. This brought some excitement in their eyes. I told them that since there was no female colleague.
I have to show the CPR technique to them. If I get into a medical emergency, I want someone to perform CPR on me. The guys kept their phones back in their pockets. I called the fat guy. He was more than excited to come. I looked at him and told him that I had to touch him for this activity physically.
I asked for his consent. He nodded, trying to act serious. I told him that I would explain the process to him. If he felt uncomfortable then he can walk out. He was like a teddy bear. He nodded, and his entire body shook. I told him that for the activity, he had to lie on the floor.
I will have to lift his t-shirt, rhythmically press his chest and give a demo on how to do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I told him that there were other female candidates during the training, and they were comfortable. But in this case, I was asking for his permission.
The other guys were making some weird sounds, making fun of him as he was going to get his first kiss. I told him that even though it sounded funny, it was very important knowledge to be aware of. There is no kiss but just blowing air into the lungs.
He told me not to worry about the comments from the others and go ahead. I told him to lie on the floor. I started professionally talking about the benefits of this technique. I asked him to act like he was unconscious. He lay still. I then told the others to imagine this was the real situation and to watch the demo.
I quickly went to him and checked for his pulse. Then I went and lifted his t-shirt all the way up, exposing his fat tummy and chest. I quickly put my fingers on his stomach, found the button on his jeans and unhooked it. I told them this is important as airflow should be proper.
All tight clothing should be loosened. I unzipped his jeans, spread them apart and pulled them down, exposing his underwear. There was some laughter, but I silenced them as this has to be viewed professionally. I quickly went to his chest and showed him how to interlink the wrists and where to press on the chest.
I did apply some pressure. But since he was like a cheesecake, my hands sunk into his chest. He lay down with his eyes closed. I told them that if this does not revive the patient, then we have to blow air into his lungs. I saw that the guys were looking intently at me.
I told them that most of the time, the patient’s mouth has to be opened wide open. I sat near his head and opened his mouth as much as possible. I told them that many times, people will try to create a funnel with their hands and blow air. They don’t want to touch the other person’s lips, but that has no effect.
To have maximum efficiency and to save a life we have to not worry about that hygiene factor. Saying that, I slowly placed my lips perpendicular to his lips. It was like a kiss to anyone who was watching. I again lifted my lips and placed it on his lips. I could feel he was responding.
His lips were curling as my wet lips felt his. I then started blowing air inside his lungs in swift motions. I went back to his chest and started pumping it. Then again, I went to his lips. This time, it was like a French kiss. But I acted normal as I blew in more air.
Then I went to pumping his chest. For the last time, I went to his lips. This time, his tongue touched mine. But I acted professionally and blew some more air with full force, which made him open his eyes. I broke the kiss and looked at him. He was all blushing.
How was the experience? He joked that he liked my kiss. I slapped him on his arm and told him to be serious. He said that CPR was very effective as he felt the air clear inside his food pipe. I apologise for any saliva that has gone in. He told me not to worry.
I asked people if they understood it. They nodded. I asked for 3 volunteers to perform it on me. Three guys immediately came forward. I told them the scenario where I was unconscious as I had inhaled a lot of smoke. You 3 guys have found me on the floor. I asked them what they do.
All they had to do was to do the following:
1) Lift me and place me on the table.
2) Check for pulse
3) Loosen my clothing
4) Give chest compressions
5) Then give Mouth to Mouth resuscitations
6) Steps 4 and 5 had to be repeated three times as there were 3 volunteers.
I told them that I was giving them consent to touch me during this activity. I then acted like I was unconscious and lay on the floor inside the meeting room. The three guys came forward. Two held my legs and one my upper body raised me and placed me on the table.
My heartbeat was rising as I loved the excitement. I wanted to see to what extent these guys will go. I felt someone feeling my wrists for a pulse. He announced, saying there was a pulse. I felt my kurta being lifted, exposing my navel to everyone. I got the tingling feeling again.
There was pin-drop silence. I felt fingers untying my pants. I left it being pulled down I was not sure how much was pulled down. Did it expose my panty? I felt pressure in between my breasts as a palm was rhythmically pressing my breasts. I had to control myself. I was breathing too fast due to excitement.
I felt the compressions on my chest stop. I felt a motion near my right side as one guy was ready to give me CPR. As explained by me, he parted my lips by pulling my jaw down. But he did not part it much, leaving a small airway gap between my lips. I waited for him to make a move.
There was some hesitation, but then I felt his lips on mine. It was more like a kiss. His lips locked on to mine. He slightly blew in the air three times. His lip was actually sucking mine. That felt good, but it was being done wrong. He moved back.
But immediately, I felt another palm on my breasts, pressing it over my kurta. This was slightly stronger than before. I felt pain in my breasts. He quickly moved to my face and put his lips on mine directly. He skipped the step of parting my lips.
I felt his tongue on my mouth as he blew in the air with strong force. He continued to blow in the air and finally left me. The third guy had his palm on my right breast as he pressed it three times. He moved to my mouth, parted my jaws, and pressed it on my lips. He quickly blew three times and got up.
I opened my eyes and saw the men standing around me. I was right. My pyjama had slipped, and my maroon panty was visible. My entire navel was exposed. I decided to take it slowly, pulled down my kurta and tied my pyjama knot. I told them that they did good, but there were some mistakes.
I asked the first person to come forward. I told him that he did the chest compressions correctly, but he forgot to open my mouth wide. Due to this, he was not able to blow more air inside. He looked confused, and he apologised. I told him to come forward and lie on the table.
He did as told. I told them that you have to part the jaws as much as possible. I pulled his jaw wide open. I then put my mouth on his and blew air inside hard three times. I asked him if he understood. He nodded and there was a smile on his face.
I called the second guy and told him that he applied too much pressure on my chest. He looked shocked. I told him that his technique was right but to use less power depending on the person whom he was caring for. I then told him that he kissed me, too, instead of saving my life.
Everyone started laughing at him. He looked embarrassed. I told him that He did not part my jaws and came and blew air in my mouth. He hung his head in shame. He asked me for one more chance. I stepped back and told him to try it on his girlfriend.
Everyone started laughing at him. I felt sad for him and told him that we would redo this training next week. Then he could try again. He apologised again. I told him not to take it seriously.
The third guy came forward, and I told him that his chest compressions were at the wrong place. I told him that instead of the centre of my chest, he was putting pressure on my right breast. All three of them failed. I told them that I would surely be dead if I put my life in their hands at the time of the fire.
All of them were quiet. I told them that this was the first try so mistakes are bound to happen. I thanked them for spending their valuable time on this activity. They, in turn, thanked me for all the effort I was putting into educating them.
They told me that, being a woman, I have shown so much professionalism and patience so far. They also promised that next week they will do it better. I laughed and told them we would see about it.