Give The Girls What They Want

A part of you scoffs at the idea of flaunting your body for them. Sure, you have to be naked but that doesn’t mean they get to order you around. You’re under no obligation whatsoever.

And yet…

Another part of you wants to play along. They’ve been good sports in the past when you won. So, why shouldn’t you do the same for them?

Your stomach tosses and turns; you try to resist but this unknown part of you wins out. You flick your hips from side to side. The ladies cheer and you swear the room just went up ten degrees.

“Keep going!”

The encouragement somehow spurs you on. Bending over slightly, you put your hands on your knees and sway your ass. Your rear jiggles with every movement, eliciting another cry from your coworkers. Even more rambunctious than before, they hoot and holler as loud as they can. Every demeaning remark drives you to new levels of humiliation.

However embarrassing, though, you’re glad their eyes are focused on your naked ass because your cock is somehow hard as a rock. Just a minute ago it was half-mast and now you’re ready to sail the ocean blue! You’re not enjoying this, right?

Before you can contemplate your body’s confusing responses you overhear two of your coworkers talk quietly to each other while the others continue to cheer.

“I can’t believe he’s doing this!”

“I know right? I wonder what else we could get him to do.”

You’re not sure what they might be able to talk you into right now, but your gut tells you it’s not a good idea to stick around and find out. “Sorry ladies, show’s over! Have to talk to the boss.” You speed away with a chorus of “Aww!” behind you from your audience.

There’s a slight pang in your chest at disappointing your coworkers but you shake it off and head to Alexandra’s office.