Getting all the statistics

As you finish up the work that Jules left, occasionally glancing out into the bullpen to see the usually cool Jules blush bright red and looked embarrassed. Sandy and Olivia can't help but giggle and tease her, both of them happy to see her knocked down a peg. As you send out the email to Lisa, and gather all the documents you need for the all hands, everyone leaves. The bullpen empties, as all the women walk together to the conference room. That makes you sweat. They've gone to the conference room 20 minutes early. Where Marina also wants you to go. For your forfeit.

Marina breaks off from the rest of the women and walks towards your office door. Knock Knock. She beckons you out with a finger. You have **** but to go the succubus, as though she were pulling you on a rope with that finger. And there was no doubt where she had tied that rope to your body.

"Hello, John! You had quite the morning. But I'm glad you won. Jules needed that. She's too bigheaded and thinks it isn't cool to try. Well, she's not looking too cool now, is she? Perfect punishment, hun" Marina giggled.

"Thanks! But I probably wouldn't have made it without your help"

"Don't mention it. Like I said, Jules needed that. But, anyway," Marina said, with a smirk, "are ya ready for what I have in store for you, big boy" You gulp. "Ready as I'll ever be" you squeak. "But what is it?"

Marina sways coyly, "I don't want to tell you yet. But I will say since there are no limits on the forfeit, I will be touching you for it. Don't worry, nothing that will be considered a forfeit in itself, but I want to walk you into the room."

You look confused. "What do you mean - walk me into the room"

"Glad you asked!" Marina said. With that she grabbed your shaft with her right hand and turn round pulling you with her towards the conference room

Marina drags you by your cock through the office to the conference room. You couldn't help but twitch multiple times. Each time, Marina would giggle slightly, with an exaggerated "Oh my". She pushes open the conference room door and you are greeted by the girls sitting there on the round table. All eyes are on you being held humiliatingly by Marina, dragged by the shaft like a horny dog. She pulls you to the front of the table, before letting go turning to face you.

You look at the table and see everyone. On your right sits Emily, Lisa and Sandy all looking in absolute awe, like Christmas had come early. On the other side, sat Jules, naked as a jaybird. Next to her, sat Olivia, looking lustily at you.

Marina started, "Welcome everyone to the pre-all hands meeting. John, you must be wondering what is on the agenda today. Well, we're all very excited to see you present all the numbers, metrics and statistics of our success later in the all hands. However, there is one metric, one number, one stat, that all us girls are curious about. It's divided the office, really. So, as our resident statman, we would love if you could provide us with this number to settle this once and for all. Would you do that for us?"

You stumble for a second, unsure if she wants a reply. She quickly continues, indicating perhaps not, "Well, it doesn't matter. You have a forfeit to complete. So, the stat that us ladies desperately want from you is, how long that meat stick of yours is!"

The girls all cheered. You sweat. Your cock twitches.

"The division you caused among the office," Marina saying, picking up a wooden ruler that was a foot long, "is sitting in front of you. Jules and Olivia vs. Lisa, Emily and Sandy."

"So," Marina continued, circling you, slowly dragging the ruler over your upper body. She was enjoying this. She was having fun, a sort-of roleplay that helped make this fucked up situation feel normal. Feel sexy.

Marina noticed you zoning out and snapped her fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to earth.

"So," Marina repeated, now dragging the edge of the ruler over the length of you rock hard penis, "we shall have one person from each team verify the measurement. Would Olivia and Emily kindly join me up here?" Marina said softly.

As they get up, you realize both them and Lisa are the only women left who haven't gotten close up with you while you've been naked. The others - Marina, Sandy, Olivia - have done more than get close, they've each tried (and in Marina's case succeeded) to make you cum. Rachel hasn't touched you intimately but she's been really close. Well, in any case, it would soon be down to just Lisa.

They both walk up from each side and take their place next to you, staring intently down at your manhood. Marina dramatically places the ruler against your pelvis next to your dick. The situation is too much, and your cock is twitching with your heartbeat. Marina sighs, "Emily, would you please hold John's dick so I can get a proper measurement?"

Wait, what? Before you can react, you feel a small, soft hand, holding you cock in place. The first couple of twitches are meet with squeaks from the young intern, but she holds on as Marina places the ruler next your dick which is now held more stationary. Marina then speaks up, "Olivia, can you please use your hand to help me mark on the ruler?"

Huh? But again, you feel Olivia's plan held absolutely straight right against the tip of you cock, so that the end her fingers would fall on the ruler. Using Olivia's pinky, Marina made a mark with a pen on the wooden ruler. Olivia removed her palm from your tip.

Marina examined the ruler with a smirk. She goes to show it to the girls and then pauses, saying, "Emily, you can let go now, hun." Emily (and you) suddenly realize that she still has hold of your cock. Flushing red she lets go, leaving your cock bobbing up and down.

Marina then shows the ruler to the two girls, and you and asks the girls to read it out. Olivia goes first, "Seven point...." You notice both sides get minorly excited. Emily finishes, with defeat in her voice, "One"

Both girls walk back and sit down. It was easy to read between the lines. Clearly, Emily, Lisa and Sandy had lost. They look dejected but all look at each other and nod. Flushing red, they all stand up, and flash you their tits. Petite and young Emily had modest and perky boobs, supple and enticing. Lisa's had a good size and shape to them, begging to be grabbed in your palm. Sandy, in her baggy sweater had amazing boobs, big and perky, with small areolas and especially pink nipples. They held their shirts up for a really extended time and you wonder what their exact forfeit was. But soon, Marina, looking at her watch, says, "That's enough, ladies"