The next morning, Ramesh reached office earlier than usual, and waited in the underground parking lot as instructed.
Gayatri had sent a message to him late last night, "Meet me at 9 am in the office parking lot. Wear something nice, not that it will matter... 😀"
That line brought back shameful memories of his college days when Ramesh had been ordered to strip in front of Gayatri and her friends. One of those friends was now his wife, and he was determined to protect her honour at all costs.
Priyanka had called Gayatri in panic last night, after she and Ramesh had been caught with their pants down. Gayatri had played it cool, with a simple text "It's quite late, dear. Get some sleep and let's talk tomorrow."
And thus, Ramesh found himself this morning waiting at the parking lot, anxious about his fate. He had a fair idea of what was to come, but that did little to calm him down.
Ramesh gulped as a limousine arrived. He was familiar with the car, having spent many hours on its floor, in what had, till yesterday, seemed like a previous life. He thought he had escaped that life, till yesterday's indiscretion had dragged him back to it.
As the driver came to a stop, a window at the back rolled down and a solitary finger beckoned him. Ramesh resigned himself to his fate and stepped in.
Goddess Gayatri was looking majestic, even in business wear. She wore a knee-length navy blue pencil skirt that showed off her sculpted calves. A sky-blue tube-top emphasized her toned figure. She'd wear her blazer when she enters the office, but in the car, she had left her shoulders bare with just a hint of cleavage visible. Despite the temptation, Ramesh avoided looking at her chest. Being caught staring at her boobs is what had started his whole ordeal back in the day.
Gayatri pointed a manicured finger at the floor, and Ramesh kneeled in front of her.
"STRIP!"
That one word command sent shudders down his spine. He hesitated.
"You do remember I have here, on my phone, naked photos of your wife..."
Ramesh reluctantly took off his shirt and pant. He hesitated when it came to his boxer shorts.