Save Priya from herself

Something told you that Priya was not going to wait until after they leave to go at it again. You left Paul to finish washing up and went in search of his girlfriend. She was already at the tables, greeting guests. Things appeared above board from where you stood. She politely shook hands and made small talk with some important looking people. You moved in for a closer look, just in case.

As she shared a hug, Priya’s hand slipped under the business associate’s buttcheek, giving it a visible squeeze. He made a startled jump, but gave Priya a friendly smile, keeping the incident discreet. You couldn’t tell if it was because he enjoyed it or if it was because he worked with Priya’s father. Whatever the case, it was not safe to leave Priya alone with these people. You needed to find a way to separate her.

Priya moved on to the next table and the guests stood up to greet her. Again, she shared some boundary crossing signs of affection; overly affectionate kisses; hands lingering a little too long on body parts; and her thinly covered body pressing up a bit too close to the guests.

From the tables you were near, you could already hear the buzz about Priya’s bizarre behavior. Some were suggesting she’d had too much to drink while others hinted at her being under a stronger influence. Fortunately, you didn’t need to answer to any of their conjectures. Unfortunately, she really was under an influence: Yours!

Having Priya’s utter humiliation in front of her friends, family and her father’s work **** was something you did not want to be responsible for. You stepped in to pull your friend away from grinding up against a young intern. He seems partially grateful and disappointed by the breakup.

“Hey… Priya…” you said.

“Hey, John! Did you get Paul all cleaned up?” she replied in her ‘friendly greeter’ mode; The tone she used for prim and proper occasions such as this.

“Yeah, but maybe you should come check up on him, to make sure he’s ok,” you offered.

“Oh, I took good care of him earlier, I’m sure all he needs is a little rest,” Priya replied with an impish grin. “Besides, my dad wanted me to greet the guests.” Without waiting for a reply, Priya went back to the dinner guests. “So good to see you, Mr. and Mrs. Davenport! How are the kids?”

“They’ve been good, Priya!” Mrs. Davenport said. “Johnny is headed into college next year!”

“Wonderful! Too bad he couldn’t come, I would have loved to see his strapping young body, but I guess I can settle for his virile old man,” she replied. The Davenports were taken aback and looked at each other with raised eyebrows. “I’m sure you’re still as virile as you were twenty years ago, Mr. Davenport…” Priya continued, running her finger down the executive’s tie.

“This… this is highly inappropriate!,” Mrs. Davenport protested.

“Oh… couldn’t you share? It IS my birthday after all…” Priya responded.

“OK…. haha..” you interjected, taking Priya by the arm, “You got them good, Pri! Very funny joke! Now let’s leave them to their meal!”

“John, I haven’t finished greeting all the guests…” Priya pointed out, pulling you over to the next table. “Cyrill! How have you been?”

“Doing good! Happy Birthday!” The middle aged man replied, accepting Priya’s hug.

“Thank you so much!” Priya replied, squeezing the man while rubbing into him.

When the two separated, Cyrill mentioned, “That is a lovely dress!”

“Why thank you!” Priya said, modelling her outfit. “It’s so light, sometimes it feels like it’s going to fall off! Oops!” As Priya bent forward, her left breasts spilled out of her loosely tied sarong.

“Oh my!” Cyrill remarked as he gawked.

You moved in to help cover up Priya, but she squirreled her way out of your grasp and dropped her dress down her shoulders, revealing more boobage. “Oh no! How embarrassing!” Priya exclaimed in faux shock. By the time you managed to get a hold of the dress, it was a curtain draped in your arms and Priya was standing naked, covering her naughty bits, giving you a look of mock horror. “How humiliating! This is a nightmare!” she cried out in mock horror.

“Priya, get dressed before your father sees!” you warned her.

Priya suddenly perked up and looked around nervously. “Is he around?” She asked, quickly backing into your arms and her sarong. She expertly tied back into place as if nothing had happened.

“Uh… yeah, I think he was coming down to check on you…” you affirmed, quickly realizing that she would behave if the threat of being caught was too high.

“Don’t worry, Priya, I’ll keep this between us,” Cyrill grinned and winked.

“You’re such a dear, Cyrill,” Prya thanked. “I better move along, it was good seeing you!” Priya said, before heading off with a giddy grin and a pep in her step.

“Oh no, good seeing YOU…” Cyrill replied, grinning appreciatively to what he just witnessed. The tables nearby that noticed the spectacle were buzzing even louder now over the behavior of the boss’ little girl.

“John, I don’t see papa-ji anywhere…” Priya noted, still scanning suspiciously.

“Maybe he got caught with some business associates…” you reasoned.

“Or… maybe someone wanted some alone time with their best friend’s girl…” the birthday girl suggested, reaching behind to cup your groin. She gave it a firm squeeze to confirm that you were awake down there, then gave you a wicked grin. She turned and whispered in your ear. “I’ll meet you in the ladie’s washroom in 2 minutes!”

Before you could react, she had already slipped away.