Cavity Search – A Corporate Parody – Part 1

Hi there! It’s your favourite slut, Shilpi, coming to you ‘Live’ from Gurgaon (‘Live’ as in live TV news).

After my ‘coming of age’ story (Heat Wave), I graduated with an MBA in CSR (Corporate Social Responsibility). I landed my very 1st job with an MNC in Gurgaon (Delhi NCR). The position is that of a Trainee, the pay is good, and the benefits package is even better.

I have been assured a Junior Level position after completing the mandatory 6 month probation period. I am only 23 years old and could not have been happier.

Like all MNCs, this company has a giant office. Hundreds of employees work in cubicles, a cafeteria, a pizza parlour, and a parking lot in the basement.  There are 2 ways to access the parking lot from the offices – via an employee elevator at the front and a service elevator at the back.

Today, I have completed my 3rd month of probation. Another 3 months to go before I assume a Junior Level position. I am so excited. My colleagues have planned a congratulatory party for me to mark the occasion.

The party is being held at lunchtime in the cafeteria. The whole office has assembled there. As soon as I enter, everyone starts clapping and congratulating me.

Act 1 (The Conference Room)

“Congrats Shilpi! Just 3 more months to go,” says Nidhi, my boss. “Now start cutting the cake.”

“Thanks, Nidhi,” I take the knife from her hand and start cutting the cake. Everyone starts clapping. Slices of cake and Pepsi get passed around, and some of the cake gets smeared on my face too.

“Shilpi, we have just 20 minutes left for the lunch break to end,” says my colleague and team member Rajeev. “Let’s go to the Conference Room and watch the India – Australia cricket match till then.”

“Yeah, great idea!” joins Aman. He is also a member of my team.

“Let’s go then!” All 3 of us enter the giant Conference Room on the top floor of the building. Thank god it’s empty. Rajeev switches on the giant 56” LED TV. The match is about to end.

Aman: I bet India is going to win.

Rajeev: Yes, I am sure.

Me: Guys, 20 runs needed to win in the last 2 overs. I don’t think India will make it.

Aman: Wrong! You are a pessimist. Just watch.

Rajeev: Yes, 20 runs in 12 balls is easy.

Me: Guys, 1 over is gone. 13 runs needed to win now off the last over. India cant make it.

Aman: Bet?

Me: Bet what?

Aman: Anything. 500 bucks?

Rajeev: Not money. Something else.

Me: Ok. Let me make it easy. If India loses, both of you will take off your pants in front of me.

Aman: What? Why?

Me: It’s a dare. A bet. You are confident about India’s win, so why not accept it?

Rajeev: I am very confident. I will accept your challenge.

Me: Good, that’s the spirit.

Rajeev: In fact, I am ready to bet my left nut that India will win.

Me: Ooh! He is betting his left nut! Aman?

Aman: Alright, alright. I will bet both my nuts. Happy now?

Rajeev: What if Australia loses, Shilpi? What are you going to do?

Aman: Yes, what’s your bet?

Me: I will give you my share of the cake.

Aman and Rajeev together: Bullshit! We take off our pants, show our nuts, and you offer us a cake! Unacceptable.

Me: So then? What would you have me do?

Rajeev: You have to take off your top.

Aman: No, you have to take off your jeans.

Me: Guys, you two are making separate demands. That’s not workable. Decide which one you want, and come up with a common demand.

Just then, the match ends. India loses.

Rajeev: Oh no!

Aman: Oh shit!

Me: Ha ha, I won! Come on, guys, drop your pants.

Rajeev: Here? In this Conference Room?

Me: Yes. Nobody comes here. This is the top floor.

Rajeev: Ok, here I go.

He takes off his pants.

Aman: Fine, bad luck.

He drops his pants too.

Me: Come on. Let’s see those big round nuts. Aman, you go first.

Aman pulls his underwear down to his thighs.

Me: Rajeev, your turn. Why so shy?

Rajeev: How do I show only my left one? It’s difficult.

Me: Hee hee. Show both. I will look at the left one only.

Rajeev pulls his undies down to his knees.

Me: Umm. You guys have such nice-shaven balls. And good-looking dicks too.

Aman: Mine is bigger.

Rajeev: Nonsense. Mine is bigger.

Me: Guys, stop fighting like kids. Let me check which one is bigger.

I touch their dicks with my hands.

Rajeev: No, no! You can’t. You are not allowed to touch it.

Me: Why?

Aman: No. The deal was to see, not to touch. If you want to touch, there has to be a new deal.

Rajeev: Yes, you have to take your top off.

Aman: No, you have to take your jeans off.

Me: Guys, relax. I will take off both, ok?

I removed my T-shirt and blue jeans and let them fall to the floor.

Me: What are you two staring at?

Rajeev: Your boobs, they are so big!

Aman: Your panties, they are so tiny!

Me: Stop drooling. We are teammates, remember? Can I touch your cocks now?

Aman and Rajeev together: Yes.

I touch their balls with both hands. Rajeev’s with the left hand and Aman’s with the right.

Me: Both of you have such nice round balls. Clean shaven. I like these. (I squeeze their nuts.) Let’s check out those cocks. (I grab both their dicks, one in each hand, and start tugging at them.) Wow! Both look big and impressive. Seems to be of equal size.

Aman: How can that be possible? Mine is bigger.

Rajeev: Only in your dreams. Shilpi, isn’t mine bigger?

I kiss the tips of both cocks and start sucking them one by one. Aman first, then Rajeev, then back to Aman, and so on. Both the cocks start enlarging inside my mouth.

Aman: I can’t control myself anymore.

Rajeev: Me too. This is unexpected. Too much pleasure.

Me: No need to control. Nobody is watching.

Aman is pushing his cock slowly in my mouth, fucking it softly. I squeeze his balls, and he dumps his load inside my mouth, unable to hold anymore. My cheeks, my chin and my lips are now covered in his cum. My mouth is full too.

Me: Aman, you taste good.

Aman: Did you swallow it?

Me: Yes, except for what is left on my face.

Rajeev: My turn now. Blow me.

Me: Sorry, honey. I just swallowed a mouthful of cum. Need some time to catch my breath.

Rajeev: But lunch break is over. We have to go back to our desks.

Me: I know. But I can’t help.

Rajeev: Why did you suck Aman first? I should have been given a 1st chance. Why did he get preference?

Me: Ok, ok. Don’t crib. Come here. I will give you a blowjob.

Rajeev is impatient. He thrusts his dick into my mouth and shoves it with force. And keeps looking at his watch. As if he has to catch a flight. In 3 minutes, he floods my mouth and throat with his cum.

Rajeev: Done. Now I have to go back to my desk.

Aman: Wait, yaar! Look at Shilpi. She is choking. Did you dump your load inside her throat?

Rajeev: Maybe. Why?

Aman: She can’t swallow it. She is choking. You should have dumped in her mouth, not in her throat.

Aman holds back my hair while Rajeev slaps my back. My mouth opens, and his white creamy fluid comes out of my throat and drops onto the floor.

Rajeev: Sorry, Shilpi. I had no idea this would happen.

Me: Give me some water. Let me have a sip.

Aman: Here, Shilpi, a glass of water.

Just then, the door of the Conference Room opens with a loud bang. Oh no! 2 senior management executives walk in – HR Manager Vikram and Country Manager Sunil.

Vikram: What the fuck is going on here?

Vikram heads the HR Department and is in his late 40s.

Sunil: Who are you guys? What are you doing here?

Sunil is the Country Manager of India operations and reports directly to the New York Head Office CEO. He is around 55 years old. Every employee in India reports to him.

Rajeev and Aman hurriedly zip up their pants. But I could only pick up my top and jeans from the floor and try to cover myself. All 3 of us are shit scared now.

Vikram: I asked you a question. Answer me.

Aman (scared): Sir, we are in Nidhi Ma’am’s team.

Rajeev (scared): Sir, we came here to watch the cricket match between India and Australia.

Sunil: Watch the match without your clothes? And who is this girl?

Me (shit scared): Sir, I am Shilpi, Trainee in Nidhi Ma’am’s team. Today she threw a party to celebrate my completion of 3 months of probation.

Sunil: Yes, I know. I am coming straight from there. What’s that sticky white thing on your face? It’s here on the floor as well. What is it?

Vikram: Sir, it’s something unmentionable. Seems these 3 were playing a different sport here. Certainly not cricket.

Sunil: In the Conference Room? Unbelievable!

Vikram: You 3 are fired. Get out of here.

Sunil: Why is the Conference Room unlocked? How could they get in?

Vikram: Sir, I kept it open per your new guidelines. Since we were closed for 8 months during Covid lockdowns, you ordered every room to be kept open once we reopened.

Sunil: Ok, yes. And these 3 have misused that.

Vikram: They are fired. I will lock up this room immediately and the others on this floor.

Sunil: There are other rooms open on this floor? Which ones?

Vikram: Sir, the Server Room, the Data Storage Room, our Product Intellectual Property Rights room.

Sunil: My god! Those are company secrets! Worth crores of rupees. What if these 3 have stolen some of those?

Vikram: Sir, you mean corporate espionage? Stealing our secrets and selling them to our competitors?

Sunil: What else, asshole? Search them. You take those 2 guys. I will take the girl.

Aman (still scared): Sir, please let us go. We have not stolen anything.

Rajeev (equally scared): Yes, Sir. Please give us one more chance.

Vikram: Shut up and show me your pockets. I want to check if you are hiding any pen drive, micro SD card, memory stick etc.

Sunil turns to me: My my! What a hot little babe you are! Don’t try to put on your clothes. Keep standing as you are.

I have heard stories and rumours of Sunil sexually exploiting female employees. He is notorious for having an eye for young girls less than half his age.

Vikram: Sir, these 2 boys are clean. No hidden materials on them. I am letting them go. But they are fired with immediate effect.

Aman and Rajeev (together): Sir, please give us another chance. You can see we have not stolen anything.

Vikram: Shut up! You 2 are fired for engaging in lewd and obscene sexual acts inside the office. Go to HR Department and collect your final paycheques.

Sunil: Yes, off you go, motherfuckers. Get lost.

Aman and Rajeev leave the room crying and sobbing.

Vikram: What to do with this girl, Sir? Shall we search her?

Sunil: Of course. But as you can see, she is only wearing her bra and panties now. Nothing is hidden there.

Vikram: Ok. So the case is closed. She is free to go.

Sunil: Idiot! She cannot leave unless we are sure that she has not stolen anything.

Vikram: Aha! Do you mean Cavity Search?

Sunil (smiling wickedly): Yes. Girls can hide pen drives and memory sticks in their holes. We need to check her thoroughly.

Me (shocked): Wait, what?

Vikram: Cavity Search, dear. It’s written in our Employee Manual. Haven’t you read it?

Me: No. The Employee Manual is 300 pages long. Not possible to read all the pages.

Vikram: But you signed it when you joined.

Me: What was I supposed to do? Spend 6 hours reading 300 pages? I signed without reading it. Everybody does.

Vikram: That’s your problem. Not mine. We have your signature that says you will abide by all the rules mentioned in the Employee Manual.

Me: But, Sir, it’s not fair. How can you search my private parts? It is indecent.

Vikram: Not as per the Manual. It’s company policy. Here, let me read it out for you – Section 135(1)A mandates that all employees, especially females, shall be subjected to a physical search of all their body cavities in case of any suspicion of them having stolen or attempted to steal company secrets. Such searches are to be carried out by the HR Manager only in the presence of Top Management. Female employees are expected to fully cooperate during the search and accept it as a compulsory practice.

I listen in shock and disgust. Is this even legal?

Vikram: As you can see, mere suspicion is enough to conduct a Cavity Search. You have no say in this matter.

Sunil: We take corporate espionage very, very seriously.

Me: But I am not a spy! I haven’t stolen anything.

Sunil: In that case, you have nothing to worry about.

Vikram opens one of the drawers in the Conference Room cabinet and takes out a long, thin, black stick.

Me: What’s that?
Vikram: It is a miniature camera. It will go straight inside your cavities and give us a view of what’s inside. We will be able to spot any hidden object.

Me: Oh no! That’s disgusting!

Sunil: Company policy darling, Section 135(1)A. Now, bend over the conference table.

He pushes me forward and bends me over the table.

Sunil: She has a tight little body, doesn’t she, Vikram?

Vikram: Sir, I must remind you that you are not allowed to make remarks about a female employee’s body. It’s against company rules.

Sunil: But we are about to check out her holes!

Vikram: That is allowed as per company rules.

Sunil: Fine, let us start with her titties.

Sunil tears off my bra with one sudden pull and throws it onto the floor. And grabs my boobs from behind while I am bent over the table.

Sunil: Look at these titties. So soft, so spongy, so plump.

Vikram: You can take your hands off those now, Sir. Those are not cavities.

Sunil: Let me check.

Vikram: There is nothing to check. Nothing is hidden there.

Sunil: Ok, let me check her holes then.

He tears off my panty, too, in one sudden pull.

Sunil: My my! Her ass is so tight. I can’t control myself anymore.

Vikram: Sir, you have to. We are doing the company’s work as per company rules. Nothing else.

Sunil (sighing sadly): If you say so.

Vikram: Sir, kindly spread her ass cheeks wide. I need to insert the camera.

Sunil grabs my ass with both hands and spreads the cheeks, opening up my asshole. Vikram inserts the long thin stick inside.

Me: Aiee! It’s so cold!

Sunil: It’s made of plastic honey. It’s expected to be cold. I have something hot ready for you in case you need it.

He points to his crotch. There is a bulge inside his pants.

Vikram: Her asshole is too tight and dark. Have to insert the camera further.

Sunil: Do it. Show me the visuals on your iPad.

Both of them stare at the iPad and smile lecherously.

Vikram: Alright, it seems your ass is fine. Let’s check your pussy now.

Me: Sir, please don’t. It’s uncomfortable.

Vikram: Comfort has got nothing to do with it. It’s company policy.

He inserts the camera in my pussy.

Sunil: Wow! What a juicy wet cunt. Looks well-fucked too. How old is she, Vikram?

Vikram: Her CV and Aadhaar card say she is 23 years old.

Sunil: Is she married?

Vikram: As per her CV, no.

Sunil: Only 23 years old, unmarried, and she has such a well-fucked pussy? She needs it, man.

Vikram: Needs what, Sir?

Sunil: My cock.

Sunil unzips his pant and pulls out his cock. It is long and narrow, like a lamppost.

Vikram: May I remind you, Sir, that it is a violation of company rules to engage in a sexual act with a female employee? Section 178(6)B clearly states that a male employee shall, under no circumstances, either touch, poke with or insert his manhood inside a female employee within the office premises.

Sunil: And what if I go ahead and do it? Who is going to stop me?

Vikram: I am afraid, Sir, I will have to stop you. It will be a violation of the rules.

Sunil: What the fuck? Who are you to stop me? I am the Country Manager. You are fired.

Vikram: You can’t fire me. I am the HR Manager of the India office. Only the Head Office in New York can fire me.

Sunil: Ok then, you are suspended.

Vikram: You can’t do that either.

Sunil: What else am I allowed to do then?

Vikram: The catchphrase in the Rulebook is ‘within the office premises’. That implies that you can fuck her outside the office premises.

Sunil: Outside? On the street?

Vikram: No, Sir. There are many places inside this building that are not owned by our company. Those are regarded as outside premises.

Sunil: Such as?

Vikram: Such as the roof, which belongs to the property developer DLF. And the parking lot in the basement, which DLF also owns.

Sunil: The roof will not be workable. Iys afternoon now. It’s hot, and it can be seen from neighbouring buildings. The parking lot is the best option.

Vikram: Yes, it’s in the basement.

Sunil: And it will be deserted now. Employees will not start leaving before 5 PM.

Vikram: Yes, Sir. The employee elevator should be avoided, though. It is always in use. We should take the service elevator.

Sunil: The one used by blue-collar staff? Peons, sweepers, drivers etc?

Vikram: Yes, Sir.

Sunil: Let’s carry this bitch to the basement, and I will fuck her there.

Vikram: I will have my share too.

Sunil: What happened to your Company Rulebook and Code of Ethics?

Vikram: Those are applicable inside the premises only. Ha ha!

Sunil: Heh, Heh!

They laugh like wolves, and Sunil carries my naked body on his shoulder towards the service elevator. Not a soul is in sight. The top floor is deserted.

Next Part: Cavity Search – A Corporate Parody – Part 2