A new challenge that could leave you exposed

As you sign more copies, the women casually discuss the growing list of ways they could use the magazines (and you) to promote the company.

“We really should send him on a delivery run,” Marina muses, flipping idly through the stack of signed Businesswoman Weekly copies. “Imagine their faces when he walks into their office, stark naked, handing these out.”

Lisa laughs, twirling a pen between her fingers. “Forget just one office—we should make him do a full tour. Like, a building-wide ‘Meet the Stud’ roadshow.”

“A live demonstration of employee engagement,” Jules chimes in, still completely nude herself, leaning back in her chair with a smirk. “Hell, why stop at this building? "

"Should you be this chirpy," Marina said, "you aren't in the best position to talk right now"

Jules went a little red, replying, "Well today is the last day of this.... so..."

Sandy, attempting to defuse the situations, “We could center a guerrilla marketing opportunity through John”

All eyes look at Sandy. She blushes, a hint of the old, unconfident Sandy peeked through. Her eyes met yours, and you gave her the slightest of nodes. Sandy's shoulder raise back up from her slump and she says, "He could have a QR code painted on his chest, and stand out in the lobby for the day"

The room erupts into laughter, Marina adding, "Or perhaps somewhere lower!" Rachel says, "It could go right where Luna's current stamp is" Olivia laughed, adding, "Oh no if it's small then the women might have to get real close to scan it, you know!"

Penny—ever the compliance officer—leans forward, arms crossed, the glint in her eye giving away her amusement. “Not so fast, ladies. You all know the rule—you have to earn the right to use him.”

A hush falls over the group as the women exchange glances, their excitement shifting into something sharper. Penny’s words hang in the air, setting the stage for something more than just casual teasing.

Rachel, who has been sitting back, observing, finally speaks. Her voice is smooth, authoritative, but tinged with amusement. “She’s right. You *do* have to earn it. And since it’s time for End-of-Day…” She uncrosses her legs and stands, her heels clicking against the floor as she approaches you. “I think it’s time we put that to the test.”

She stops in front of you, tilting her head as her gaze sweeps down the length of your body, lingering at your still-hard cock. Then, with a deliberate slowness, she reaches out and wraps her fingers around your shaft.

A sharp inhale shudders through you as she starts to stroke—slow, firm, controlled.

As Rachel’s fingers wrap around your cock, firm yet assured, she leans in, her breath warm against your ear. Her voice is low, meant just for you. "You're already in, John. No turning back now. And why would you? Look at them—look at what you do to them." She gives you a slow, deliberate stroke, sending a shudder through your body. "I believe in you. You’re making this company something no one else could. And I love watching you rise to the occasion." Her grip tightens ever so slightly. "Now, be good for me and play along."

“Here’s how this is going to work,” Rachel says turning to the audience, her grip tightening just enough to make your hips twitch forward. “This is going to be handed off—one by one—to every woman in this room.” She strokes you again, her pace just enough to keep you simmering, your body already straining under the weight of her touch.

“One minute each,” she purrs, her thumb gliding over your sensitive tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum that’s already forming. “Whoever makes you cum wins and gets to use you however they see fit—for one marketing opportunity of their choice.”

Her strokes slow, teasing you right to the edge before easing up, her grip firm but frustratingly restrained. “But… if you manage to hold out?” She leans in slightly, lowering her voice to something dangerous. “Then you get to pick one of them—to be your personal assistant tomorrow.” She lets that settle, her strokes never stopping. “And they have to do whatever you say. They will also have to finish you off, as well, as per your commands”

Your cock throbs hard in her hand, and she smirks, sensing your body’s helpless reaction. “So, John,” she murmurs, squeezing just enough to make you groan. “Think you can survive?”