Lisa makes sure you are picture perfect

As you are led into the room, the firm grip around your cock steering you forward, you immediately take in the full scale of the preparation. Lights, cameras, and the intrigued faces of your colleagues turn towards you, creating an atmosphere thick with excitement. Each of your colleagues present—Marina, Rachel, Lucy, Emily, and Sandy—sport expressions that vary from eager anticipation to mischievous amusement.

Marina leans against a table, her eyes sparkling with delight, her smirk suggesting she’s already imagining the potential mishaps and teasing that might ensue. Rachel, always the composed CEO, stands with her arms crossed, a slight smile playing on her lips, her gaze analytical yet filled with a palpable excitement. Lucy, with her camera ready, buzzes around the edges of the room, her movements energetic, capturing the setup and the crowd’s reactions with a professional keenness.

Emily stands a bit apart, her eyes wide with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity, clutching a notepad perhaps more tightly than necessary. Sandy, on the other hand, exudes confidence, her stance relaxed and a teasing smile on her face, clearly enjoying the spectacle and possibly scheming on how to enhance the playful atmosphere of the shoot.

Lisa, taking center stage with a mischievous glint in her eye, commands the attention of the room. "Today, we have a special addition to John's usual attire for the shoot," she announces, her voice tinged with a playful sarcasm. For a second you hope that there is some cover in store for you, as Lisa digs into a large bag filled. Lisa pulls out a bottle of shimmering oil, she watches as the overhead lights reflect off its surface, sparking a few subdued laughs from your colleagues.

Her eyes catch the brief flicker of hopeful expectation in yours as she lightly swings the bottle back and forth. "Maybe you were hoping for a little cover-up today?" Lisa teases, her voice playfully mocking. "Sorry, not this time. We're actually going to highlight your existing... assets." Advancing towards you with a confident stride, she adds a dramatic flair to her movements, clearly putting on a show for the assembled cameras.

As the room watches intently, some attendees' cheeks are flushed with excitement while others barely hold back their laughter, witnessing the meticulous manner in which Lisa applies oil over every inch of your skin. She starts with your chest and arms, her hands moving with a professional finesse, ensuring you glisten perfectly under the studio lights. Her fingers glide over your skin, occasionally brushing past your hips, igniting involuntary twitches that ripple through your body. "Look at him glow, it’s like we’re polishing a masterpiece." Rachel’s laughter follows, her words carrying a teasing edge, "Makes you wonder if we should oil him up for every presentation, doesn’t it?"

With each teasing touch, your arousal intensifies; your cock twitches visibly and begins to leak pre-cum, betraying your heightened state. Lisa continues her work, moving around to your back. She pays particular attention to your buttocks, her hands spreading the oil with firm, deliberate strokes (and the odd squeeze!) that send shivers up your spine.

Neha maneuvers skillfully around you, her camera lens capturing every angle, focusing on the shimmering sheen coating your skin and the charged interaction between you and Lisa. The room is alive with whispers, their sources blurred but the content vividly clear. "Look how he shivers," murmurs a voice tinged with amusement. "I bet he can hardly stand it," another voice chimes in, the words laced with chuckles that ripple through the crowd.

Finally, Lisa kneels before you to oil your legs, her face, only inches from your pulsing erection. LIsa deliberately avoids touching your urgent manhood with her oiled hands, causing a mixture of frustration and anticipation. She looks up, locking eyes with you, her gaze intense and laden with a teasing promise. This direct eye contact, coupled with the heat of her breath softly grazing your skin, sends your heart racing and your body responding with overwhelming urgency.

Your cock throbs violently under her gaze, each beat a stark reminder of your exposed state and her control. Lisa's fingers glide over your thighs, brushing close to your erection with calculated precision, avoiding direct contact yet driving your desire higher with each pass. The room's atmosphere thickens with whispers and muffled chuckles, but all you can focus on is the sensation of Lisa's hands and the look in her eyes—playful, commanding, and intensely focused on the effect she's having on you.

Her movements are slow and purposeful, ensuring that every inch of your legs glistens with oil under the studio lights, her touch firm yet gentle. The tension builds as she maintains eye contact, her eyes never wavering from yours, deepening the connection and magnifying the intensity of the moment. Marina's teasing voice cuts through the murmurs of the crowd, "Careful, Lisa, or you might set off fireworks too early!"

As Lisa's hands finally encircle your cock, she whispers, "Don't worry, I'm quite the expert at handling delicate situations." Her voice, soft and sultry, sends a shiver down your spine, intensifying the electric connection between you. The room falls to a hushed anticipation as she begins to spread the warm oil along your length with slow, deliberate strokes. Each movement is precise, calculated to draw out the most intense sensations, her fingers expertly navigating every contour.

The oil makes her touch slick, the glide smooth and unimpeded, amplifying every sensation as she works. Your knees tremble slightly, threatening to buckle under the wave of pleasure that crashes through you with each pass of her hands. As you approach the edge, the room blurred by the intensity of your arousal, Lisa shifts her focus. In a move both cruel and artful, her hands glide down to caress and oil your balls, leaving your throbbing cock aching for more contact.

The sensation of her fingers on your tight balls, forces you to ride the edge. Each teasing touch sends your arousal spiking, and as she deliberately avoids your most **** area, your cock throbs violently, dripping pre-cum in a slow, tantalizing trail. The glistening drops hang momentarily at the tip before succumbing to gravity and splashing silently onto the floor below.

Whispers and murmurs spread through the crowd of colleagues—Rachel tilts her head, an eyebrow arched in amused surprise, her gaze fixed on the spectacle before her. Marina lets out a low, appreciative whistle, her smile broad and wicked, clearly enjoying the control Lisa exhibits over you. Emily's cheeks are painted with a deep flush, her eyes darting between your face and Lisa's hands, caught between curiosity and shyness. , Sandy, who has grown from an anxious young lady to a confident vixen, looks at you with the bright-eyed anticipation of a child on Christmas morning. She shifts excitedly from side to side, her delight barely contained as she watches the unfolding spectacle, seeing you as the ultimate gift being unwrapped.

"Perfect," Lisa declares, stepping back to admire her handiwork, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "Now you’re truly ready for your close-up, John."

There is a second of silence, as everyone caught their breath from this hot scene. CLICK. "This is going to make for some incredible shots," Neha remarks, capturing the final touches.