The alarm clock blared relentlessly, but it was too late. Suresh, a college student with a passion for dance, groggily opened his eyes and realized he had overslept. Panic surged through his veins as he glanced at the clock and saw the time: he was already an hour late for the highly anticipated dance show. Without wasting a second, he hurriedly got dressed, praying that he could salvage the situation somehow. As Suresh entered the dance studio, he was greeted by a disheartening sight. The talent scouts, who had eagerly come to witness the performance, were getting in their cars and had left. The last one starting his car just as Suresh walked inside. A wave of regret washed over him, knowing that his tardiness had caused them to miss out on the show. The room was filled with a palpable disappointment, and his fellow dancers stared at him with a mixture of frustration and sadness.
The weight of his mistake settled heavily on Suresh's shoulders as he realized the repercussions of his actions. Not only had he let down his team, but he had also jeopardized their chances of being noticed by talent scouts. He had worked tirelessly with the seven talented female dancers, forming a close bond and relying on each other's strength. Now, the opportunity to showcase their skills to industry professionals had slipped away, leaving a void in their collective dreams. The female dancers, who had been diligently rehearsing without him, approached Suresh as he hung his head in shame. Their faces wore expressions of stern determination, and their eyes held a glimmer of mischief. The teacher, Miss Padma, stepped forward with an air of authority, her disappointment palpable. "Suresh, your lack of punctuality has cost us greatly," she said, her voice filled with disappointment. "You will now experience the consequences of your actions. Get ready to be punished."
The anticipation in the room grew as Suresh braced himself for the trials he would have to face, knowing that his journey to redemption was about to begin. The seven female dancers and Miss Padma were vindictive. The talent scouts were specifically called to see this performance. This was a once in a year opportunity. And, because of him, Suresh knew that it was missed, not only for him, but also for the other seven girls. Miss Padma was a typical 46-year old professor. Her body, through years of dancing, was very well-maintained. She still had the grace and fitness of a 25-year-old. She was clad in her usual leggings and tops to facilitate the difficult dance movements. Her face, however, was a huge turnoff for everyone. She was really ugly and, as a result, had never maintained a long-term relationship and never married. The other 7 girls, all 19 year olds, were typical college girls with gracious bodies. Three of them were phenomenal lookers. Suresh had wanked and wanked to fantasies with them. Being the only male, he had envisioned that he would be getting laid left, right and centre. Unfortunately, it hadn't yet come to be.
One of those great lookers, Ashwini, was eventually wearing down to his repeated attempts. She had told him that she would consider it and give him an answer after this show. She did not want any distractions until then. This show and the scouts were that important. And now, Suresh had ruined it forever, and with it, he suddenly realised as she stared at him with anger and contempt, any shot with her. Miss Padma finally picked up the phone, called Suresh's mother and set the phone on speaker. She explained the situation to the mother. Kavitha, Suresh's mother, who was an alumni of the same school knew the importance of this show.
"Seriously? Such an important event and that idiot couldn't set an alarm clock."
"Mom, I-" Suresh started. "Silence." Miss Padma growled and Suresh shut up. He was terrified. Miss Padma told Kavitha on the phone that they were going to punish him and needed her to authorise it. Kavitha fully agreed and finally spoke to Suresh on the speaker.
"I don't care what the punishments are and I don't care how you feel about it. You need to get it signed from each one of them that you have completed their punishment. Without those signatures on the paper, don't come to the house again." And the line went cold. Miss Padma and the girls started at Suresh. Their faces were still dark with anger but it now showed excitement mixed into it. They were looking at their prey in anticipation.
The first order of business was that Suresh printed out a piece of paper with a table with their names and their signatures to be added next to it. Miss Padma told him to go to the girls first. Suresh realised grudgingly that he would go to Ashwini first.
"Um, Ashwini." He started. He couldn't get the rest of the sentence out because she had slapped him. If Suresh had any hesitation or fight in him, it was completely removed after the slap. Because, Ashwini was strong. In fact all the girls were. The girls had free karate lessons and Suresh was winded with the slap. "It is miss Ashwini to you."
Suresh replied. "Sorry, miss Ashwini. Could you sign this?"
"What is in it for me?"
Suresh had only one reply. "Please, miss Ashwini, anything. Please sign this." He couldn't be homeless. Not even for a day.
"Well, then remove your shirt and clean my shoes."
Suresh stared. This was below the belt. However, he knew that Ashwini was serious. And, he also knew that mom would not allow him back home without their signatures. And so, he started unbuttoning his shirt. He finally took it off entirely and stood in front of one of his crushes. Ashwini laughed.
"Oh My God! You were asking me out with this?" She laughed and the others joined in. Suresh knew he was scrawny. But, it still felt cruel when the women pointed and laughed. However, he realised that was the theme today. Cruelty. He waited a few seconds for them to start laughing.
"What would you have done if I had laughed at you like this when you take your shirt off in private?"
The women's laughter renewed. Suresh was humiliated. This was the biggest humiliation of his life. He had no idea that it was just the start of the humiliation. He had no idea that, in ten minutes, he would be looking back to this moment and realised he would give the Earth to get back to this. In addition, he started feeling tingly down there. He had no idea why women laughing at him was getting him aroused but it most certainly was. He waited for them to stop but it was certainly not happening. So, he took a deep breath and asked again.
"Miss Ashwini, can I start wiping your shoes?" Ashwini finally nodded and he bent down. He started wiping and pretty soon, he was done. This was not new to him. With his dad passed away and mom working 2 jobs, mom expected the house, the shoes, the toilet all neat and spotless and the responsibility fell on him. Ashwini was impressed with the way he had cleaned it. Suresh felt proud to see her appreciative look and offered the paper again. Ashwini went forward but Miss Padma stopped her.
"Let him do what is the needful for each of us. Not one of us will sign it until everyone is satisfied." Suresh had to grudgingly accept her logic and move to the next one. It was Priya.
Priya was another one with a well-toned body and a gorgeous face. One look at her and Suresh had given up. He knew such a woman would only be interested in the jocks and sportsmen. Now, he was going to ask her, no, beg her for mercy and the thought brought a fresh wave of shame. Inexplicably, it also brought a fresh wave of arousal for his organ. He was now nervous. Would his arousal be visible through his pants.
Priya ordered her shoes cleaned as well. However, when he moved with his shirt, she stopped him.
