Luna starts working a little early

Luna hands you the coffee with a wide grin, her eyes flicking down to your cock, which hardens even further under her gaze. She lingers by your side, studying your monitor and the lines of code you’re working on.

“Debugging, huh?” She raises an eyebrow. “And here I thought that kind of grunt work was below the pay grade of the company’s CTO.”

You shrug, trying to focus on your coffee rather than the way her eyes keep drifting down to your cock. “It’s a startup—everyone has to pitch in. I handle the bugs sometimes.”

Luna’s lips twist into a smirk as she crosses her arms. “Well, that’s only until I start, you know,” she teases. “Once I’m here, I’ll make sure things like this are off your plate,” leaning in, "And you can -" She gestures toward you, her eyes lingering on your exposed form, “you focus all your attention into keeping up the office morale, among other things."

“I mean, as soon as I’m here, you can probably just sit back, drink that coffee, and let me handle it all.”

Her tone is playful, but there’s an undercurrent of challenge there, and you feel your cock twitch involuntarily at the thought of her actually taking over some of your workload... among other things. You arch an eyebrow, intrigued by the idea. “Is that so?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Her gaze drops to your coffee cup before returning to your eyes, her expression sharp with amusement. “I’d have this all sorted out before you’re even halfway through that cup.” She shrugs, leaning back a little. “In fact, I’ll make it interesting.”

She pauses, letting her words hang in the air, and you find yourself leaning forward without realizing it, caught in her energy. “Go on.”

“Alright,” she says, her eyes dancing with excitement. “I say I can finish debugging before you can finish your coffee.” She smirks, and then her tone drops, more daring.

Luna’s eyes glint with mischief as she leans closer, tapping a manicured nail on your coffee cup. “Okay, here’s the deal,” she begins, her voice dripping with playful confidence. “If I win, I want to film a little… evidence. Just something for the girls back at the coffee shop.”

You raise an eyebrow, taken aback. “Evidence?”

She nods, a wicked grin spreading across her face as her eyes flicker down to your cock, which throbs involuntarily under her gaze. “Oh, they’ve heard all about you, but they don’t believe half of it.” Her voice drops to a near-whisper, as though letting you in on a private joke. “Especially the parts about… well, that.” Her gaze dips again, lingering just long enough to make your cock twitch in response.

You swallow, feeling the weight of her words settling over you. “You’re saying they think you’re making it up?”

Luna laughs softly, her eyes dancing with amusement. “Exactly. They think I’m exaggerating. So, I want to send them a short clip—just a close-up, no face.” She leans in closer, her voice a seductive whisper. “A little proof that the rumors are true. That you’re every bit as impressive as I told them.”

The innuendo is thick in her tone, and the way she describes it sends a thrill of arousal straight to your cock, which throbs and drips at the thought of her showing you off to her friends.

"And if you lose?" you ask.

"Then I'll come work my lunch hours here, debugging until I start." she replied. That would help a lot. But, still.

Luna notices you hesitate and add, "Ok, fine I'll do it topless in your office"

The wager is too tempting to resist, though your cock throbs even harder at the thought of losing. “You’re on,” you say, extending a hand.

She takes it, her grip warm and confident, and as soon as she lets go, she dives into the work. Watching her is an almost torturous pleasure; her fingers fly over the keyboard, her focus intense, yet every few seconds, she sneaks a glance at your cock, which throbs and drips in response to her gaze. You sip your coffee, trying to keep calm, but you can feel the tension building in your body as she works with surprising ease.

Luna's fingers glide smoothly over your keyboard, her focus razor-sharp as she breezes through debugging with astonishing ease. The work is almost second nature to her, and it's clear she knows it. But she’s not content to simply fix your code—she’s also relishing every moment of this wager, her voice laced with mischief as she teases you.

"You know, the girls at the coffee shop are dying to know if any of the stories I’ve told them are actually true,” she says, her voice low and dripping with innuendo. Her eyes don’t leave the screen, but you can feel the weight of her words settling over you, sending a fresh surge of heat straight to your already hard cock.

“They’ve been calling me a liar, telling me that there’s no way my future boss is going to be naked and hard all day,” she continues, a smirk playing on her lips as she taps a few more keys. “They think I’m exaggerating about that cock… well, about all of you. But once I join the team, I bet they'll all be trying to get themselves assigned as the office delivery girl. Or maybe they’ll just take turns…” Her tone is playful, each word wrapped in a thinly veiled promise.

Your cock throbs hard, and you feel a fresh bead of precum forming at the tip, catching Luna’s eye. She glances over briefly, her smirk widening as she watches the drop swell, then fall. “Mmm, looks like you’re feeling the pressure,” she murmurs, voice low and suggestive. “Better hurry, John. I’m almost done here.”

The thought of Luna’s friends gossiping about you, arguing over who gets to bring in the coffees and sneak a glimpse—or more—of your exposed body makes your cock throb visibly, sending another warm drip down your length. Luna notices, of course, her eyes narrowing in delight.

“Oh, they’d be so thrilled to see you like this,” she purrs, her voice a seductive whisper as she continues to type effortlessly. “One of them even managed to get her hands on that Businesswoman Weekly article… she was obsessed. Couldn’t stop talking about that video, how you just… lost it at the end of the day. She doesn’t believe a guy like you could actually stay hard like this all day long.”

You swallow, feeling yourself edging closer just from her words alone. She glances over again, watching your reaction closely, clearly savoring every detail. “And that cock of yours,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of her words is anything but subtle. “They said it must have been edited—‘there’s no way a man could be that… hard, that thick.’ I told them they’d just have to see it in person to believe it.”

A soft laugh escapes her lips, and her fingers fly over the keys as she enters the final commands. “And just like that…” she leans back with a triumphant smile, hands in the air. “Done.”

You glance down at your coffee cup, realizing there’s still a quarter left.