Back to the conference room

Back in the conference room, you set the boxes down on the table, exhaling as the weight finally leaves your arms. Before you can even straighten up, Lisa, Jules, Marina, and Emily descend on you with eager grins, their eyes darting from your still-throbbing cock to the smirking women who accompanied you.

“Well?” Marina crosses her arms, her gaze sweeping over you with exaggerated curiosity. “How was your little field trip?”

Rachel, still looking far too pleased with herself, leans against the table. “Oh, you know. Just your usual package pick-up—except with a full audience.” She winks at the others. “You should’ve seen the lobby women. One businesswoman practically offered to buy him.”

“Oh, and let’s not forget,” Olivia adds, grinning, “our dear John tried to cover up at first.” She tilts her head, mockingly thoughtful. “Can you imagine? Him? Acting modest?”

Jules gasps dramatically, feigning offense. “Covering? Here I thought we trained him better.”

Penny chuckles, adjusting her glasses. “Technically, the lobby is neutral ground, so he had the right—but let’s be honest, it just made it more fun when he finally had to drop his hands.” She smirks. “And trust me, Sophia and Maya were very appreciative.”

Vivian, still glowing from the experience, steps in. “From a compliance standpoint,” she says smoothly, “I’d say the policy is working perfectly—morale is high, client interest is growing, and John?” Her eyes flick down to your still-hard cock before meeting your gaze with a knowing smirk. “Well, let’s just say he’s proving very… adaptable.”

Sandy nudges your arm playfully. “Oh, and the elevator ride?” She exchanges glances with Rachel and Olivia, their grins widening. “Let’s just say certain guests left very… satisfied.”

Lisa narrows her eyes, catching the shift in their tone. “Wait. What happened in the elevator?”

Rachel waves a hand airily. “Oh, nothing. Just a little interactive demonstration for some very eager first-timers.”

Marina perks up immediately. “How interactive exactly?”

Rachel shrugs and winks. Laughter ripples through the room, and as you stand there, still exposed, still throbbing, you realize—you’re never living this down.

The boxes hit the conference table with a solid thud, but you barely have time to shift the weight off your arms before the women descend. Like a pack of lionesses circling fresh prey, they close in, their eyes glinting with anticipation. Olivia is the first to dive in, slicing the tape open with an almost predatory enthusiasm.

“You have got to be kidding me,” she breathes, yanking out the glossy covers and holding them up for all to see.

Your stomach clenches, your cock—still stubbornly hard from the entire ordeal—throbs.

Rachel leans in, her smirk widening as she takes in the sight. “Oh, they actually did it.”

Marina plucks a copy from the stack, flipping through the pages with deliberate slowness. She drags her fingers along the edges, the light rasp of paper against skin somehow making the moment even more unbearable. “Ladies, feast your eyes—Businesswoman Weekly Special Edition, featuring our very own Naked Office Stud.”

Your face burns. There you are, in high-definition print—naked, hard, and on full display. Again.

Jules lets out a low whistle, eyes darting from the magazine to you and back again. “An entire Top 10 Exposed Moments section.” She flips to a page and grins. “Wonder if we’ll all agree on their rankings.”

Lisa laughs as she skims the list. “Number two: The Coffee Run Heard Around the World. I'm surprised something beats that one.”

A fresh wave of heat prickles over your skin as you remember their hands, their teasing whispers, their unabashed delight at your predicament. Your cock twitches—an involuntary reaction, but one that doesn’t go unnoticed. Lisa’s smirk grows.

Sandy nudges you with her elbow, grinning. “It might be the craziest thing we've done yet. I've never seen so many slack messages in all the building group chats of a naked man before.”

A shiver runs through you, embarrassment and arousal mingling until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

Olivia tilts her head as she scans another section. “Ooooh, number four: The All-Hands Meeting That Left Him On Edge.” She looks up, biting back a grin. “You tried to stay professional, I’ll give you that.”

Rachel, clearly reveling in this, taps the page. “A defining moment. But after today’s little… elevator surprise, we might have a new contender for the top spot.”

Vivian crosses her arms, grinning at you. “Tell us, John—where does today rank on your list?”

Your fingers flex against the edge of the table. You should be mortified. You are mortified. But the lingering tension in your body, the pulsing ache between your legs, tells a different story.

You swallow, trying for dignity. “I think I’d rather not contribute to this discussion.”

The women laugh, but Olivia is already shoving a marker into your hand. “Too bad, Stud. Time to start signing. One for every lady in the office.”

You hesitate, but Lisa is already sliding a copy in front of you, tapping the cover expectantly. “Make mine personal. Something flattering.”

You sigh, then write: To Lisa—you've always been a good friend.

Jules grins, leaning in. “Oh, mine’s easy: Thanks for keeping me on edge.”

Your cock twitches again. You grit your teeth and write it.

Emily lingers at the edge of the group, hesitating. Rachel nudges her. “You want one, don’t you?”

Emily nods, her cheeks pink. You take a slow breath and scrawl: To Emily is fine."

Sandy leans in close, her perfume a warm, heady contrast to the cool air teasing your skin. “Make mine a promise: To Sandy—I owe you... everything.” Her fingers trail along your forearm as she pulls the magazine away, sending a jolt straight down your spine.

Rachel taps her nails against the table, eyes locked on yours. “Mine should be simple: To my CEO—who owns me in every way that matters.”

A fresh wave of heat surges through you. Your cock throbs, heavy and aching. Rachel notices.

Marina snatches hers with a wicked grin, one that says 'To Marina - the one who started it all'

“I’m framing this. Right above my desk.”

Penny and Vivian exchange a knowing glance. “You do realize these could be auctioned, right?” Penny muses.

Olivia pats the stack. “First, we send them to VIP clients. Then? Who knows?”

Rachel winks, her voice thick with amusement. “Hope your wrist doesn’t get tired, Stud. This might just be your new full-time job.”

Your fingers tighten around the marker. The worst part? The way your cock twitches tells you she might be right.