Hi, I am Aatifa. My age is 32. I am not married yet. I am an executive of a multinational company. It’s very hard for a girl to reach here, in a male dominated Muslim country. I am a mechanical engineer and have an MBA degree.

Coming to the story, it was a private party. Our CEO organized it. In Bangladesh, it is very difficult for a girl to wear shorts, skirts on streets and public transport. But, I have my own car and that’s why I can wear whatever I want.

In private parties, many girls are wearing short skirts and shorts nowadays. I also have some of them. I picked up a glossy golden skirt from my wardrobe. First, I wore a sports bra and thong panty because I knew would have to dance a lot in the party. Then I put on my favorite fishnet stockings. Then I wore my skirt with a very bossy belt.

Then I put on my black office shirt, but wore it differently. I tied just the upper buttons and tied the lower part, over my navel. After that, I ordered Ramu (my mail servant) to take out desi chudai ki kahani 2022 my high heels high-ankle black boots from the showcase and clean it and polish it.

When he came in my room to give it, he was shocked to see me like this! I also put on heavy make up on my face, highlighted my hair and put on a sexy frame also. Ramu was surprised! I noticed that his dick is making a tent under his lungi! First time I saw Ramu was being excited by seeing me!

I was ashamed first. But after a few moments, I ordered Ramu to put my shoes on my leg and tie it. He was doing it since my childhood, nothing new for him. Still, he was hesitating a bit that day, I knew why! Because, he was very aroused. But he had to do it.

Before going to the garage, I gave him a naughty smile.

“Sluts!” “Whores!” – These are the words my neighbors will call me, if they see me in this type of dress.

I came out from the house, to go to the garage. There was a lawn in between and the lawn was visible from my neighbors’ upper floor. There was an 18 years old boy on the balcony beside my house. He was shocked after seeing me!

Then I saw him stroking his dick while watching me! What the hell! I was of his mother’s age! But it was useless to protest here! Because, people will humiliate you more, especially a girl who is wearing this kind of dress! Even though it was very humiliating, I neglected it because I had nothing to do.

I started my car to reach the party. I enjoyed that party a lot. My male colleagues also enjoyed a lot by dancing with me. I got a little bit drunk as well.

It was 11’o clock. I came out from the party and came into the parking lot to start my car. But, it was not starting! After sometime, I discovered that someone had destroyed my car engine! Who did this to me and why? I asked the guard if he knew anything. But he was also shocked!

It was 11:30 pm and all of my friends had left the party. No one was there to give me a lift! It was an outskirt of Cocxbazar city, where we were partying and this area was out of cab service.

Now what’s the way to reach home? I had to take those dirty public buses, full of cheap labors and female maids. And in this kind of dress! I was afraid even to think of that. I don’t know in what language they will speak about me! But there was no other way. And it was more unsafe for me to stay on the streets, as the pub was closed now.

I started walking for the main road. After sometime, I reached the bus stop. There was no one. The road was completely empty.

After a few minutes, a public bus came. Everyone was shocked by seeing a girl alone in this type of dress. I was also very ashamed as I knew it very well the things I was wearing and doing was not right for a Muslim girl to do.

The conductor asked me with lusty eyes, “Madamji, are you coming?” I replied, “Yes, actually my car is not starting.”

I boarded the bus. All the lusty eyes were on me. As expected, there were 6 male labors and a female worker, maybe a maid. I sat on the front side of the bus, beside the driver. The driver was also excited.

After a few minutes, I saw the male passengers rubbing their dick while looking at me! I tried to pull down my skirt a little bit to cover my legs, but it was too small. I tried to cover my leg as best as possible with my bag and hands.

Then the driver started playing some low class vulgar songs in the bus. The passengers became very happy and started to cheer and started to pass dirty comments.

After sometime, one guy came beside me and in his slang, asked me to open my hair bun and dance! Dirty labour guys were ordering me, an educated, highly qualified executive like me! I was shocked but I decided to do what was needed.

Two of them extended their hands toward me and I took hold of their hands. Their hands were strong. I had never been this kind of situation before.

The female then told me, “Your dress is telling, what kind of girl you are. Now stop the drama.”

To be continued.