Go back and wait for the GCPD

'I should get back to the security room.'

He avoided the bubbly pool of cum around Ivy and he headed to the vine-entangled security room door. It was spiky but without Ivy it couldn't maintain its strength and he tore it apart easily.

He pushed the door open. He expected voices or panic but there was nothing. Nobody to greet him in any way. Confusion overwrote his expression and he took careful steps forward.

The security guards, they were on the floor and dressed. Noah and Todd were on the computers, snoozing away. The ladies he fucked before were lined up at the back and dreaming. The **** man Giovanni was still **** and in the same place too, except now he wasn't naked.

Aaron's mind fired a dozen theories. Eventually, he settled on one.

"I must have fucked Ivy so hard she accidentally made her plants release a sleeping agent." Aaron glanced up at the ceiling. Yup, those budding flowers weren't there thirty minutes ago. That was probably what happened.

Aaron sighed in relief. "At least the situation is taken care of now. And none of the cameras were working so I doubt there's evidence too."

A pause. He looked over his nude body. As pleasant as mother nature was, he needed clothes. Every step was a massive clap as his hefty dong and ballsack swung. It was like a mating call without a mate. A hindrance. An unnecessary expression of his monstrous size. Holding it down didn't work because, again, he was too big. Too long and girthy and massive. A flaccid nightmare. Judging by Todd and Noah's semi-clothed state and the way some of the women were also roughly dressed, there must have been a window of opportunity where Ivy's pheromones weakened and they were allowed to dress. Aaron needed to pretend he was a part of that.

'I left my clothes at the elevator. I should probably grab some towels too and clean everything up. I believe there should be supplies in the janitor's area.'

So that was what he did. He cleaned every large pool of cum, every small insignificant sign of sex, then got dressed. Well, as dressed as he could get without raising suspicion. He put on some pants and sheathed his colossal schlong but remained shirtless. Iman was still **** and he made sure to talk to Samantha on the elevator too. After that, very reluctantly, he scrubbed out Harley and Ivy. One, because it would be terribly awkward if somebody found them in this fucked up state. Two, he couldn't allow the trail to lead back to him. He didn't need that kind of attention.

'With how focused they were on my dick, I doubt they remember much of my face.'

In the background, he could hear police sirens. Harley started to stir. He ran into the security room and locked the door in record time. Shirt off, pants on, and playing **** at a computer desk alongside Noah and Todd, Aaron waited.

'Alright, GCPD, do your job. Harley is awake but Ivy is out. You should be able to do this.'