Journey down

As the reality of the situation settles in, you steel yourself for the journey down to the 7th floor. Sandy stands by your side, her expression a mix of determination and encouragement. With a deep breath, you step out of your office and into the hallway.

Every step you take feels like it's being scrutinized, and indeed, the eyes of your colleagues are on you. Whispers and giggles ripple through the office as you walk past, your naked form drawing every bit of attention. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks and your heart pounding in your chest. Sandy gives you a reassuring pat on the back as you approach the elevator, her presence a small comfort in the midst of your growing anxiety.

Stepping into the elevator feels like stepping into a spotlight. The ride down seems interminable, each floor passing by slowly. Sandy tries to lighten the mood with some small talk, but your mind is elsewhere, racing through the possibilities of what might happen next. You can hear the elevator's mechanical hum, but it does nothing to calm your nerves. The elevator stops on a couple of floors before the 7th, and more people enter, their reactions ranging from shock to amusement, adding to your unease.

Finally, the elevator doors open on the 7th floor, and you step out into the corridor leading to the pharma office. The air feels different here, charged with anticipation. Sandy turns to you, her voice calm and reassuring. "Remember, John, this is a massive deal for us. Just do your best and keep your cool. You've got this."

Nodding, you try to muster some confidence, though it's difficult with everything on display. Sandy offers a few last-minute tips and words of encouragement before you both approach the receptionist's desk. The fluorescent lights above feel like they're highlighting every inch of your bare skin, making you hyper-aware of your nudity.

The receptionist's eyes widen in surprise, but she quickly regains her composure, maintaining her professionalism. Her desk faces the entrance, with a corridor to the side leading to the main office.

"Good morning," she says, her voice betraying a hint of amusement. "How can I help you today?"

You clear your throat, trying to sound as professional as possible. "We're here for a meeting with Victoria Steele."

Her eyes flicker down to your exposed form, then back up to your face, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Of course, Mr...?"

"Just John," you reply, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

She picks up the phone, her eyes never leaving you as she dials. "Ms. Steele, your guests have arrived. Yes, the special ones you mentioned. No, nothing. Yes, completely bare. Oh, yes, it’s quite... impressive." She pauses, listening, then smirks. "Yup, at attention. Umm, looks like it. I'd have to get the tape measure out to be sure."

She hangs up the phone and turns back to you with a grin. "Ms. Steele is very excited to meet you. But first, we need to get you a guest pass. If you'll just step over here," she gestures to a spot in front of the corridor leading into the office, "we'll take your photo."

You swallow hard, realizing that standing there will put you in full view of anyone in the office. Reluctantly, you step in front of the white background she sets up, feeling the eyes of the curious women from the cubicles and the break room on you. The murmurs and giggles grow louder, each second feeling like an eternity. You notice more heads popping out from behind cubicles, and even a few women standing up from their desks to get a better look.

"Hold still," the receptionist says, raising the camera. She seems to take an unusually long time to focus, her gaze flicking between the camera and your body. "Almost got it... just a few more seconds."

Finally, the camera clicks, and she prints out the guest pass, handing it to you with a smirk. "There you go. Welcome to MedInnovate Pharmaceuticals, John. Enjoy your meeting."

Clipping the pass onto your chest, you feel a mix of relief and dread. Sandy gives you a reassuring nod, and together you walk down the corridor, the eyes of the office women following your every step. The hallway feels longer than it is, every step echoing your nerves. As you approach the conference room, you catch a glimpse of Victoria Steele through the glass door, her expression one of eager anticipation.

Stepping into the conference room, the door closes behind you, offering a brief moment of privacy. Sandy gives you one last encouraging smile before you prepare yourself to meet the seductive CEO and make your pitch. The room is sleek and modern, but your attention is drawn to Victoria Steele, who exudes confidence and authority.

Victoria rises from her chair, her eyes scanning your body with an appraising look. Her presence is commanding, and you can feel the weight of her gaze. "Good morning, John," she says, her voice smooth and authoritative. "I've heard so much about you."

You clear your throat, trying to maintain your composure. "Good morning, Ms. Steele. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Her lips curl into a smile, one that sends a shiver down your spine. "The pleasure is mine. Now, let's see if you can impress me as much as Sandy says you will."

The stage is set, and you know this is your moment to shine—or to crumble under the pressure. With a deep breath, you step forward, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.