Without much incident

Marina was right. You had a lot of work to do. And it was only noon. You worked hard, trying to forget you were naked. After a while, it seemed like so did the girls as the rest of your interactions with them were normal, just with a few added glances down at your manhood. You wondered if this is what women were talking about when they say things like "My eyes are up here!" Jules came by once to drop off documents as per usual. Sandy actually came in three times, which was unusual, but each time was a good reason. Her shyness had always held her back, and she tried to do too much herself. It was something both you and Marina had told her she needed to work on. It just took you being naked for her to do it, you guess.

You almost got used to it all when around 3:30pm you got a ping on your laptop. It was from Marina.

Marina: I see you, John, but your friend is feeling a little down. Help him out, why don'tcha

You stare at Marina and then back down at your cock. It was a little limp now. And if that was the case, Marina can ask you to, well, get it hard. Your laptop pings again

Marina: You have 2 minutes.

Fuck, there's only one way to reliably get hard, right? You have to jerk off. But for everyone to see. You make a quick decision, opting instead to turn around and start rubbing one out. It doesn't take long, thinking about Marina's blowjob, Rachel touching herself and the attention you have gotten all day. Once it's hard, you turn back around, only to see a smiling Marina and all of the bullpen staring at you. You hear some giggles and chuckles. Then everyone gets back to work. Guess you should do the same, huh.

You keep working, working hard to finish up everything you need to do. And some more. One by one everyone leaves, until it's only you, Rachel and Marina left. You hear a knock on your office door and look up from your computer screen to see both Marina and Rachel there. You gesture for them to come in.

As they stepped in, Rachel spoke "Hey, we were just about to leave and before I did, I just wanted to make sure I told you that I appreciate how well you're handling all of this. John, I'm sure it can't be easy, but you've done well."

"Thank you, I guess" you reply.

Marina then spoke, "I just came by because I felt bad that you had forgotten about this," she said, holding a plastic bag in her hand. The bag contained your clothes. Oh shit. What if she had left with them. "Just wanted to assure you that I wouldn't make ya streak home. At least, not yet" You look afraid. Naked with liability cover and people who know about it is one thing. Streaking. That's something else. Marina notices and goes, "Just kidding. John, we will never do something you don't enjoy"

She dropped the bag. And they both turned to leave. You feel like you need to ask something that's been on your mind. "Rachel!" you say, calling out to her. She turns around and looks at you expectantly. "Do you really want this," you say, gesturing at yourself, "to be policy?"

Rachel looks you up and down and doesn't respond for a second. Marina looks back and forth awkwardly, thinking the jovial atmosphere of teasing you had gone. Now it was serious, and she was uncomfortable.

Rachel took a deep breath and said, "I didn't. But then I saw you this morning. And whatever you might say, you enjoyed yourself. You like this. Marina took a couple hours to come and give you your schedule because I noticed you liking it and I called the VC firm. And," Rachel added, blushing like a schoolgirl, something you had never seen from her before, "we're enjoying this too." Your cock twitched.

"And the work is getting done. The sales last month were a result of two things you did - the technical work on the product and the incentive you offered the team. What kind of boss would I be if I didn't make use of all your, ahem," she paused, looking down at your impressive manhood, "talents."

With that Rachel left. Marina was left standing there awkwardly with you. Then she spoke, "We all still respect you and your brain. We also just like looking your dick." She shrugged. "Think about it"

She also left. Then she quickly opened the door again, popping her head in to say, "But don't forget you still owe me two forfeits" Then she closed the door again, and left for good this time.

You finished up your work, logged out, put on your clothes and left. Day One was complete. Day One of Sixteen.