Day 7: May 9th, Thursday

You step out of the elevator, already hard, your cock jutting proudly in front of you as you strip off your clothes. The cool air hits your skin as you fold your clothes neatly by the door and stride into the office, where the morning chorus of playful greetings begins immediately.

“Good morning, John!” calls a voice from across the bullpen, clearly laced with amusement. “Our early bird is already so... eager,” another voice teases, drawing chuckles from the group.

You manage a polite nod, your cock throbbing under the attention as the teasing glances and comments wash over you. You don’t get far before you spot Marina and Sandy approaching, their expressions filled with mischief.

Marina’s hand lands on your chest, fingers tracing a slow, tantalizing path down to your abs. She stops just above your cock, her eyes darkening as she stares at it, almost as if she’s sizing up her prize. “Always rock hard for us in the mornings, aren’t you?” she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper but loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

Sandy laughs, slipping in beside her and reaching down, wrapping her fingers firmly around the base of your cock. “And look how he’s throbbing,” she coos, her thumb brushing lightly across the sensitive skin, making your breath hitch involuntarily. “Maybe you’re as excited to see us as we are to see you.”

A chorus of giggles ripples through the room as you stand there, fully exposed, your cock stiffening even further under Sandy’s touch. She gives it a playful squeeze, her fingers exploring the hardness, while her hand moves slowly up and down, just enough to make your cock twitch with every light stroke.

Marina’s hand slides lower, her fingers grazing the head, spreading the slick bead of pre-cum that’s already formed there. “Look at this,” she says with a smirk, her eyes flicking up to yours. “All ready for the day. Don’t you just love it, Sandy?”

Sandy laughs, giving your cock another firm squeeze. “Oh, absolutely. Especially when he twitches like that. Always so responsive.” She glances around, locking eyes with a few of the women nearby. “Ladies, this is how a real man starts his day—showing off and giving us all a good view.”

Olivia, who’s standing nearby, blushes deeply, though her gaze lingers on your cock as Sandy continues to stroke it. She can’t seem to tear her eyes away, her face a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Marina notices her staring and grins. “What do you think, Liv?” she purrs, giving you another light stroke that makes your cock jerk. “Quite the sight, huh?”

Olivia stammers, her cheeks bright red. “I... well, he’s certainly... impressive.” Her voice trails off as her eyes dart up to meet yours, caught somewhere between fascination and shyness.

Sandy leans in close, her voice a sultry whisper meant only for you. “You know, it’s cute how well you take this. We can feel you’re loving it just as much as we are.” Her fingers tighten around your cock, squeezing just enough to make you stifle a gasp as she tilts it slightly toward her, letting the rest of the women get an even better view.

Your cock twitches in her hand, fully engorged and painfully hard. The women around you exchange knowing smirks and more than a few appreciative glances, the boundary between professionalism and indulgence beginning to blur as their attention focuses entirely on you. Marina’s hand brushes against your balls, her fingers giving a light squeeze before she pulls away with a playful smirk.

Finally, Marina steps back, giving your cock one last lingering stroke before letting it go. “Alright, ladies,” she says with a wink, “we’ll let him get to work. At least for now.” Her hand trails up your chest, pausing over your heart as she smiles, feeling the steady thump beneath her fingers. “Until next time, John.”

Just as you’re trying to steady your breath, Rachel’s voice rings out, calm and authoritative as always. “John,” she calls from the door to her office, the slightest hint of amusement in her voice. “When you’re done... socializing, come on in. We’ve got a few things to go over.”

You manage to pull yourself together as the women let you go, their teasing eyes lingering on your cock as you walk toward Rachel’s office. Your heart pounds with a mix of excitement and anticipation, fully aware that today is only just beginning.

As you step into Rachel’s office, you’re greeted with her usual confident smile, though today there’s a gleam of something more mischievous in her eyes. She’s dressed impeccably as always, her sharp blazer and fitted skirt emphasizing her professionalism—and her authority. She gestures for you to come closer, a casual flick of her fingers that seems to command you as much as invite you.

“Come here, John,” she says softly, her eyes flicking down to your hard cock, which hasn’t softened in the slightest after the teasing from Marina and Sandy. As you approach, her eyes linger on it with a pleased glint.

When you reach her desk, she reaches out without hesitation, her fingers wrapping around your shaft in a firm grip that makes your breath catch. She begins to stroke you, slow and deliberate, her cool hand contrasting against the heat radiating from your cock. Each movement of her fingers sends a shiver through you, and your mind struggles to stay focused as she leans back in her chair, utterly composed, as if she’s simply reading over some quarterly reports.

“Now,” she begins, her voice smooth, unaffected by the way her hand moves up and down your cock, “I’m pleased to say that the Businesswoman Weekly exposure has worked wonders. Since that article went live, the company’s valuation has skyrocketed. Our venture capitalists are thrilled… though,” she gives a light, teasing squeeze, “they had some requests to make sure we continue the momentum.”

Her hand slides down, her thumb grazing your balls as she looks up at you, waiting for your response. It takes a moment to gather your thoughts, but you nod. “Requests?” you manage, trying to keep your voice steady as her fingers work over you, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.

“Yes,” she purrs, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive tip of your cock, spreading a bead of pre-cum as she speaks, “for instance, they suggested we expand our incentive system. You’ve proven to be quite… motivating.” Her hand continues its slow, rhythmic stroke, each movement making it harder to stay composed. “We’ll need daily challenges from you. And I want you to choose someone each day to reward with a task—one that will push them to achieve more.”

The notion of a daily challenge makes your cock throb harder in her hand, and she pauses to savor the effect her words are having on you, her grip firm as she strokes along your length, never breaking eye contact. “Think of it as a personal touch to boost morale,” she continues, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Today, why not choose Olivia? She’d be more than willing, don’t you think?”

You nod, almost in a daze, struggling to focus as she continues. “Yes… I think she’d be perfect for it,” you reply, your voice barely above a murmur.

Rachel’s smirk widens, her hand moving just a bit faster. “And I want you to incentivize her properly. Let’s say… if she completes her task today, you’ll run an errand for her tomorrow. Anything she wants. How does that sound?”

You swallow, already imagining what that might entail, but before you can respond, her fingers tighten slightly around your shaft, making you gasp. “Perfect,” she says with a satisfied nod. “Just what I wanted to hear.”

She slows her strokes, her hand gliding torturously up and down your cock, edging you closer to release but never allowing you to tip over. You’re completely at her mercy, your entire body tense with the need to climax, yet she maintains her composure effortlessly, her other hand tapping on the tablet in front of her as she pulls up some files.

“There’s something else, John,” she murmurs, her hand pausing right at the base of your cock, leaving you throbbing with unfulfilled need. “The venture capitalists are also sending over some consultants today. They want a visit from both HR and Legal to make sure we’re covered on all… exposures.”

You barely register her words, your mind clouded with arousal as she resumes stroking, her movements slower, more deliberate, keeping you right on the edge. She leans in close, her breath warm on your neck. “So prepare yourself,” she whispers, her voice dripping with wicked amusement. “Today is going to be full of… scrutiny.”

With a final stroke that brings you maddeningly close to release, she lets go, leaving you standing there, painfully hard, your breath ragged as she sits back in her chair with a smug smile.

“Now go on, John,” she says, her tone light and commanding. “We wouldn’t want to keep the ladies waiting, would we?”