Leaving and going to the elevator

As the final stroke of Victoria’s pen sealed the deal, Sandy couldn’t contain her excitement. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she turned to you, her hand already moving to claim her prize.

“Well, John, you know what this means,” Sandy purred, her fingers wrapping around your cock with a firm yet possessive grip. “I’ve hit my monthly target, which means I get to touch and tease you as much as I want for the rest of the month.” She gave your cock a playful squeeze, making you shiver in response.

Victoria chuckled, clearly amused by the dynamic. “Congratulations, Sandy. It looks like you’ve got quite the prize there.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Sandy replied with a wicked grin. “And I plan to make the most of it.”

With that, Sandy started to lead you towards the door, her grip on your cock firm as she guided you forward. Each step was deliberate, her pace slow to prolong your exposure and heighten your anticipation. Your mind buzzed with a mix of excitement and dread, the sensation of being led by your most sensitive part sending shivers through your entire body.

Just as Sandy reached the door, she paused and turned to Victoria, her eyes twinkling with an idea. “Victoria, would you like to join us for a little celebration upstairs? It’s a great way to wrap up the deal, don’t you think?”

Victoria, intrigued and clearly enjoying the spectacle, smiled broadly. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Sandy pushed open the door with a flourish, and the sight that greeted you nearly took your breath away. The women of the office had lined up on either side of the corridor, forming a guard of honor that stretched all the way to the elevator. Their faces lit up with excitement and amusement as they spotted you, their eyes zeroing in on the focal point of Sandy’s grip.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Sandy whispered to you, her voice filled with gleeful anticipation.

As you stepped into the corridor, the atmosphere crackled with energy. The women began to cheer, catcall, and make playful comments, their voices a chorus of teasing and delight.

“Nice work, stud!” one of them shouted, her tone both appreciative and cheeky.

“Great job securing the deal!” another called out, her eyes glinting with amusement as she took in the sight of you being led by your cock.

“He’s on a leash! Look at her grip on him!” someone exclaimed, causing a ripple of laughter to spread through the group.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, your entire body prickling with the intensity of their gazes. Every step you took was accompanied by a fresh wave of teasing remarks, the women clearly relishing in your predicament.

“Do you think their company is hiring? I wouldn’t mind working under someone like him,” a woman mused aloud, her words dripping with innuendo.

“Is he always this... enthusiastic?” another voice chimed in, the implication clear as her eyes darted to your throbbing cock.

With Victoria walking alongside you, the teasing took on an extra layer of excitement. The women’s comments became more daring, their laughter bubbling over as they watched you squirm under the scrutiny.

As you approached the middle of the corridor, you spotted the two women from the breakroom standing off to the side, their faces lighting up with recognition. The brunette held up the photocopy of your cock, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Hey, John!” she called out, waving the photocopy at you. “Care to sign your masterpiece?”

You hesitated for a moment, but Sandy gave your cock a reassuring squeeze, urging you forward. You walked over to the women, feeling your embarrassment deepen as they handed you a pen. The brunette held out the photocopy, grinning from ear to ear.

“Make it out to your biggest fans,” she said, her voice filled with playful glee.

With trembling hands, you signed the photocopy, your heart pounding in your chest. The women exchanged delighted glances, clearly enjoying every moment of your humiliation.

“Thanks, stud! We’ll treasure this forever,” the blonde added with a wink, before giving your cock a playful pat.

As you continued down the corridor, you passed the receptionist’s desk. She looked up with a mischievous grin, holding up the small photo she had taken of you earlier.

“Guess what, John?” she called out, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re officially part of our wall of fame!”

With a quick, deliberate motion, she pinned your photo up on a wall behind her desk. You glanced at it and immediately noticed it was the same picture she had taken for your visitor badge—your naked body on full display, cock erect. The wall itself was a shrine to celebrities and important figures who had visited the office, with framed photos of distinguished guests, famous authors, and even a few politicians. And now, right in the middle of them, was your stark naked photo, looking completely out of place amidst the suited and glamorous figures.

“There you go,” she said, stepping back with a satisfied smile. “Right up there with the best of them. You certainly bring something different to the wall!”

The women gathered around the desk burst into laughter, their eyes darting between you and the wall. “Look at him, he’s a real standout!” one of them quipped.

Sandy chuckled, her hand tightening around your cock. “You’ve definitely made an impression, John—a lasting one!”

Victoria smirked, joining in. “Quite the honor, isn’t it? I bet none of those other visitors had an impact like this.”

As you approach the elevator, Sandy flashes a mischievous grin at Victoria, then presses both the "Up" and "Down" buttons. The two of them exchange amused glances, clearly savoring the tension building in the air. The soft ding of the elevator arriving echoes through the corridor, and the doors slowly slide open.

Inside the elevator stands not one, but two women, both of whom freeze as their eyes land on you, naked and erect, standing in the midst of a cheering, teasing crowd of women. The scene before them is one of sheer astonishment. Their eyes widen in shock, then quickly shift to amusement and barely contained desire as they take in the spectacle.

The first woman, with long, raven-black hair that contrasts strikingly with her pale skin, recovers first. Her sharp, angular features give her an almost intimidating beauty, and her dark, almond-shaped eyes are lined with precision, giving her a slightly mysterious, seductive air. She’s wearing a high-necked, form-fitting dress that hugs her slender figure, giving her a sleek, almost dangerous allure.

“Well, this is certainly not what I expected when I hit the button for the ground floor,” she says, her voice filled with both surprise and amusement. She quickly scans the crowd, noticing their collective smirks and laughter. “Are you going up or down?” she asks, her tone now laced with innuendo.

The woman beside her, a lively and vibrant redhead, steps forward slightly, her curls bouncing with every movement. Her bright green eyes are full of curiosity and mischief as they dart over your exposed form. Dressed in a playful, polka-dotted dress, she radiates a fun, carefree energy that instantly draws you in. The freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks add a touch of innocence to her otherwise mischievous demeanor, making her both endearing and enticing.

The redhead’s eyes widen with recognition, and she lets out an excited gasp. “Oh my God, Sandy! It’s been ages!” she exclaims, throwing her arms around Sandy in a warm, tight hug.

Sandy laughs, clearly surprised but pleased by the reunion. “Claire! What a small world! I had no idea you worked in this building.”

“I know, right?” Claire, the redhead, replies with a grin. Her eyes flicker over to you, still standing there, completely exposed. “And who’s this?” she asks, though the playful gleam in her eyes suggests she already knows.

Sandy smirks, her hand tightening slightly around your cock. “This is John, my very dedicated colleague. We just closed a huge deal, and he’s been a big part of our success—literally.”

The raven-haired woman, who has been watching the exchange with interest, chimes in. “So this is the famous John? The one from that article in Businesswoman Weekly?”

Claire’s eyes light up even more. “No way! You’re the guy from the article? I’ve been obsessed with that all week!”

You manage a nervous chuckle and say, "I'm glad the camera didn’t add 10 pounds."

The raven-haired woman laughs, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “If anything, it seemed to subtract a little, which is unbelievable considering how impressive you looked. Seeing you in person, though... wow.”

A ripple of laughter spreads through the crowd, with a few women chiming in. “We voted in that poll, you know,” the raven-haired woman says, her eyes glinting with mischief. “We’re very happy with the results. I can’t wait to see it live.”

Your heart skips a beat as you process her words, the reality of the situation sinking in even further. The idea that so many women—women you might see regularly—had voted on something involving your exposure sends a shiver down your spine. “See it live?” you stammer, trying to keep your voice steady.

Claire, still hugging Sandy, turns to you with a mischievous smile. “Oh, yes. The winning vote was for something very... interactive. But don’t worry,” she says with a wink, “you’ll find out soon enough.”

As the elevator doors begin to close, the raven-haired woman leans in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “We’ll be tuning in, John. Make sure to put on a good show.”

Just as the doors are about to close completely, Claire leans in close to you, her voice dropping to a whisper so only you can hear. “You know,” she begins, her tone unexpectedly seductive, “I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve touched myself to that article—especially the video.”

Your breath catches in your throat as she continues, her words dripping with explicit detail. “The way you looked right at the camera, your face contorted with pleasure... And that cock of yours, throbbing, so hard and thick. But what really got me off was the way you came, shooting your load so powerfully. I’ve replayed that part over and over, imagining how it would feel to be there, watching you explode in person, feeling that hot cum on my skin…”

Her words send a jolt of electricity through you, and you feel your cock twitch violently in response. Claire pulls back slightly, her innocent, bubbly demeanor returning just as quickly as it had vanished. She gives you a cheeky smile and adds, “I’ll be thinking about that later tonight.”

With that, the elevator doors close, leaving you standing there, your heart racing and your mind spinning from the unexpected, explicit confession. The crowd around you erupts into giggles and teasing comments.

“I wonder what they voted for,” someone in the crowd says, her voice tinged with excitement.

“Looks like you’re going to find out sooner rather than later,” another adds, her tone filled with anticipation.

Victoria looks at you with a sly smile. “Well, John, it seems you have quite the fan club. I hope you’re ready for your big debut.”

Sandy, still holding your cock, gives it a playful squeeze. “Don’t worry, John, whatever it is, we’ll make sure you’re prepared. Now, let’s get upstairs and continue our celebration.”

You glance at Sandy, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” you say, a hint of a grin tugging at your lips.

Sandy grins wickedly, her hand giving you a gentle, teasing tug. “It’s hard not to when you’ve got such an amazing cock to work with, John.”

The next elevator arrives, and the three of you step inside, leaving the teasing comments and laughter of the crowd behind. But even as the doors close, the thought of what the voting results might be lingers in your mind, keeping you on edge as you prepare for whatever comes next.