The lockdown was relaxed, and the people could finally go out. My mom was super excited as now the saree shops would open. She was least worried about people dying due to corona. She was excited about her sister’s son’s marriage which was postponed due to the lockdown.
I was the only one who had not bought the clothes for the wedding. She wanted to get that done as soon as possible. The real reason was that I was 24, and she wanted to showcase me in front of probable grooms and their families. I guess she wanted me to dress like a socially acceptable slut.
A thin line separated that from me being called a real slut. Based on the transparency of the material of the dress I would wear. She knew a designer saree shop that her relative owned. She wanted to take me there on a Monday morning when the shutters opened.
The roads were empty as we travelled with masks and sanitisers in an auto. I wore a jean and a T-shirt. My mom’s relative greeted her with a big smile upon seeing us. We were their first customers. The shop was on three floors, and the designer saree and lehenga department was on the top floor.
My mom’s relative was an old man in his 60s. He led the way taking the stairs. He was so frail that he started panting halfway up. Another old man in his sixties greeted us. Both of them took us to the empty floor. On either side, sarees were stocked beautifully, catching dust.
No one was thinking of buying sarees. Getting vegetables were more priority. Happiness was evident on my mom’s face. The entire floor dedicated to us happens on rare occasions. My mom’s relative stopped and stared at me. He was scanning me from head to toe.
My mom spoke out about her grand design. Designer saree for marriage and Lehenga for the reception. The instructions were crystal clear. Now it was up to the old men to execute her instructions. They immediately got to work. Bundles of sarees were spread in front of us in seconds.
Dark shades, light shades, no shades. My mom rejected most of them in the blink of an eye. I sat quietly, waiting patiently for my mom to shortlist the ones she liked. After 15 minutes, she shortlisted 3 of them. The old salesman told my mom that he would drape it around me and let’s see how it looked.
Each cost around 15K, plus there was no exchange. My mom was super nervous. Even if it took 10 hours to select the best saree, she was ready for it. I wanted it to get over in 10 minutes so that I could go home. The old salesman told me to stand near the full-length glass. I went and stood there.
I was never good at draping sarees, so I let the old man and my mom take charge. My mom’s relative, the old uncle, was monitoring the situation. I was the centre of attraction now. I stood and waited for the old man to start draping the saree around my jeans. Instead, he went and got me a trial petticoat.
I protested, saying it would look fat if I had to wear a petticoat on top of the jeans. To my surprise, the old man said it would be better to wear the petticoat and come out of my jeans. I was shocked. My mom was the least bothered. To her, it was two old men.
She told me she wanted me to try it properly. I did not protest as it was like not showing any respect to these old men. So I took the petticoat and asked him for the trial room. The old man told me there was no trial room. Everyone who comes here uses the big full-length mirrors to try our sarees.
I was appalled. I still did not protest. I stepped into the petticoat and tied it on my stomach over my t-shirt. I removed the button, pulled down the zip of my jeans, and pulled it out of my legs. Now I was wearing a t-shirt and a petticoat tied high on my stomach.
I did not notice a huge gap just below the place where the two laces of the petticoat must be knotted together. After recurring use by many women, the hole there was deep. If I pull down the petticoat below my waist, my panty will be visible from the side.
I asked him for another petticoat and told him this had a huge gap. The old man dismissed me, saying that the other petticoats were sent for washing. This is the only freshly washed piece. My mom was getting annoyed with all my little protests. She couldn’t understand why I acted so shy in front of these old men.
My mom’s relative intervened. He told my mom how I was so happy to bathe when I was a small kid. I used to never come out of the water, jump into the nearby pond, and swim all day. He made his point by indirectly reminding my mom that he had seen me in very few clothes when I was a kid.
My mom immediately gave me a frown and asked me why I was acting so shy. They knew you when you were a kid. Now I was embarrassed about my behaviour. I untied the petticoat, inserted my hand inside, and pulled down my t-shirt as much as possible. Thank goodness I wore a long t-shirt.
I slid my petticoat a bit and tied it over my t-shirt so that my t-shirt covered my panty. The other old man came and stood behind me, so close that I could feel his breath on my ear. I somehow had a sinking feeling that these old men had evil intentions toward me. But my mom was so unsuspecting.
The old man wrapped the saree around me and put the pallu around my shoulder. It looked awkward; I had to agree. My mom’s relative took this as an opportunity to say that this saree was beautiful under normal circumstances. My mom did not understand the real intent of his words. She was frustrated.
She sat back and told me that she was not interested anymore. I apologised to her and told her to help me. This made her happy. My mom then did the unthinkable. She pulled down my pallu and pulled out my t-shirt tucked in the petticoat.
She then untied my petticoat, tied high above my belly button. Within seconds she brought it down and tied it near my hipbone. From the slit, the old man could see my pink panty. She then raised my t-shirt, exposing my stomach to the old man. I immediately tried to pull it down to save my modesty.
My mom was so stupid. I stood there, not moving. The old man closed on me to help me out of my t-shirt. I was cornered. My mom looked at the watch and became more impatient. I slowly lifted my t-shirt, exposing my navel to both men.
I pulled my t-shirt above my ribs and tied a knot at the back so that it stayed there. I stood red-faced in front of the two men with my navel in full view of these men. My mom’s relative started laughing and told my mom that I was very shy. Today’s girls are so much more forward-thinking.
My mom was not happy to hear that. The old man told my mom that girls nowadays wear fashionable clothes and show some skin. It is no longer considered a sin. Such girls get married off to rich families as they want girls to suit that kind of lifestyle.
My mom rolled her eyes at me, begging me to cooperate more. That old man was super cunning. He had played well. I hated my mom for being so naïve.
The old man adjusted the pallu so that my entire navel was exposed. But without the blouse, the saree still looked bad.
He said that he had a trial blouse and searched for it. I never knew that buying a saree was so much tension. It was all because no one was there in the shop that worsened things. My heart started hammering as the old man came with a blouse. Did he now want me to wear it?
“Wear it,” my mom commanded. I trembled on hearing her voice. Was she so blind not to see what these two men wanted from me? I decided to play along and let these men execute their plan. So that my mom could see what these men were up to all this while.
With courage, I took the blouse, turned around, and removed my t-shirt. My bareback with the bra strap was visible to them. I quickly wore the blouse, but the buttons were in the back. The old man came forward and held my shoulders. I did not stop him. I was ready to play this game too.
He turned me around and quietly stood behind me. His hand was not visible to my mom as she stood before me. He slowly kept in hand on my bare back. Goosebumps flooded my body. I was right. He was a pervert. He caressed my bare back. I looked at him through the mirror before me.
There was a smile on his face. I was brave. I had to fight back and show proof that he was a molester. I did not move away from him. This gave him more confidence. He ran his hand all around my back till he finally put the hooks on my blouse.
It was tight, and he had to pull it back, squeezing the air from my lungs. He made me turn around. My back was now facing my mom. He bent so that he could adjust my tucks. Nobody could see his hand now. He placed his hand on the navel. I acted like this was normal.
He slowly started feeling my navel for no reason. Instead of anger boiling inside me, I felt a strange sensation. It felt like being in danger and doing something behind my mom’s back. He took the pallu and put it around my shoulder. He parted the pallu so that my navel was fully exposed.
The saree also gave a great outline of my figure to everyone. He turned me around for my mom and her relative to see. They immediately loved it. The old salesman stood behind me, sat, and started adjusting the saree near my toes. My mom’s relative commented that I had the most beautiful belly button.
My mom blushed and took the entire credit as she had given birth to me. He complimented my mom for having such a beautiful-looking daughter. My mom was blushing all over. He then came forward and started adjusting my pallu in the front.
He deliberately brushed his hand on my breasts as he adjusted them. I did not protest, which gave him more confidence.
Now it’s time to check out the Lehenga. That was on the second floor. He made me climb down the stairs wearing the saree. The second floor was also empty. Who shops at 9 am? The same old man came with us to showcase the Lehengas to us. The collection was good. He promised us big discounts too.
My mom was getting super excited now. After browsing, we chose one that my mom wanted me to try on. As usual, there was no trial room on this floor too. The old man, without seeking my permission, started undressing me. He pulled down my saree pallu, exposing my navel to everyone.
I had reached a state where I had accepted that everything happening here was for my good. He pulled the tuck from my hips and started removing the saree. When he was done, I was in the petticoat and blouse. He was in a hurry. He flung the saree onto the table and now stood behind me.
He started unhooking the blouse and started sliding it from my shoulders. I was too weak to react. Seeing me paralysed. He asked my mom to help me out with my blouse. My mom saw nothing wrong with that and started pulling me out of the blouse. In the meantime, he was untying my petticoat.
So much was happening too fast. My head spun in confusion. The petticoat fell on the floor, exposing my panty to everyone. My mom pulled out my blouse, exposing my bra-covered breasts. There was a moment of silence when the men were relishing me from top to bottom.
My mom also stared at me, checking for excess fat content or love handles. On seeing none, she looked happy. She was least bothered about me being near naked in front of these men. No words escaped me. The old man now reluctantly took the top of the Lehenga and came towards me.
He showed my mother that it was backless and would be best to see the beauty of it if my bra was also removed. I was under a strange spell. I knew what was happening to me was not correct. I had to protest. Instead, I looked at my mom for her approval. My mom was thinking hard.
My mom’s relative intervened and told me that if I was shy, they could step out while I wore it alone. My mom hated the word shy in association with me. She rolled her eyes at me and announced I was never shy. I stared at my mom in disbelief. I submitted to the desires of these men.
The old salesman wasted no time going behind me and unhooking my bra. The bra popped out, exposing my two ripe breasts. My mom’s relative came forwards and acted like a gentleman as he helped me remove it from my body. His hand brushed the sides of my breast as he did it.
“Your daughter has a great figure,” he commented, making my mom beam with pride. I stood shamelessly topless in front of these men. They were not even taking their eyes off my breasts. I waited for the salesman to help me with the top. He was taking his own sweet time removing some loose threads from it.
I was waiting for topless for him to finish. I stood in my panty. I was losing patience. My mom’s relative looked at the salesman and asked him to hurry up. “Let’s make her wear the bottom if it’s taking some time,” he said, bringing the bottom skirt.
He asked me to lift my leg one by one as he pulled up the skirt. He tied it far below my hip bone, revealing some of the panty. The old salesman, acting busy till now, commented that my undergarment was high. It does not look good if I wear it like that. My mom also nodded.
Instead of tying the skirt above, they wanted to lower my panty now. I was unsure what was happening. But these men were exploiting me in front of my mom. My mom’s relative untied the knot around my waist and loosened it. It fell on the floor, exposing my panty in full view.
He looked at me and told me he had a good collection of panties I could wear with this Lehenga. Currently, he wanted to pull my panty down for the time being. Since I stood topless, he assumed that my mom would also not protest about this. He told my mom it was best to bring down the panty for now.
My mom did not reply to anything, which he took as a yes. He used his hands to pull down my panty, exposing my clean-shaven vagina to his full view. He pulled it out of my legs. I stood stark naked in front of them. My ass was inches away from my old salesman. No emotions escaped my face.
I stood there, letting them enjoy me. “Your daughter should be a film heroine,” the old salesman said. “She is very beautiful. Your daughter is the dream of every eligible bachelor.” My mom’s relative nodded in agreement. “She is going to be the star of the show.”
My mom’s ears were dying to hear these words. She has inherited all the beauty from you, added the old salesman. My mom was flying up in the sky. It would have been ok if they had fucked me as well.