C-suite meeting

As you recover from your meetings with those under you, placing Olivia's panties on the side of your desk, you remember that you still have to meet with your fellow C-suit execs. Next up was Marina. She always had a girl next door look, but today she had gone extra far. You couldn't believe her dress, and her heels! It was a sexy, tight little blue dress that fit her body like a glove. And she wore a pair of black high heels. She had done her makeup beautifully, and her hair was perfectly styled. The entire look screamed "sex" and your cock was immediately hard as a rock. You fantasized about taking her on the desk, right here, as Neha captures the moment for all her readers to see.

Marina came up next to you and placed her laptop in front of you both, and you took her through the IT demonstrations she had put off for weeks. However, she would interrupt your presentation to her with pinches on your butt, the odd squeeze of your balls, and, once, even a quick swat on the ass.

You finish up the meeting, and she flashes you a sexy smile, her eyes twinkling. "So," she says, her voice a low, sensual purr. "How did you like Olivia's little performance?"

You blush, remembering the panties that were still sitting on your desk. "It was very..... unexpected. What did she bet on?"

"Oh, she thought you would break the rules today when the ladies from BWW stopped by. She thought you would at least try to cover up, and lose your erection. But you've proven her wrong! I knew you would never. This is just another day for the office stud. For my favorite exhibitionist, with the impressive cock"

Your face is a deep scarlet. You squirm there, as your cock twitches and drips pre-cum on the floor. CLICK! You hear a camera go off. Marina then speaks again, "I will need those panties back, though, they were my prize."

You quietly reach over and pick them up, and go to hand them to Marina. As you let go of them, so does Marina allowing the panties to drop. Olivia's small, tiny thong, falls directly onto your extremely urgent member, and hangs there. "Woooo," says Marina, "We could use that thing as a coat hanger!" She grabs the panties and your shaft in one go and begins stroking, whispering in your ear, "But there are much better ways to use you." CLICK!

With one final stroke, Marina takes the panties from your cock and gathers her things, taking her leave. You are so hot and bothered, you manage nothing more than a serious of grunts in response.

Up next is Lisa, and Neha perks up as she sees her enter. "Now that is a well-dressed lady," she said.

"And a very underdressed man!" Lisa replied, laughing. She looked distracted, however, and a little flustered. She went straight into talking about her thoughts on the business plan and where the technology should move next. You also had just received the results of an A/B test she had conducted, one you were skeptical of. The results had just landed in your mailbox from the company conducting the tests for you guys and you would open it together.

As you talked, you could feel the tension, her mind obviously somewhere else, and as she leaned closer into you to show you her idea. Your cock rubbed against her dress, and you are pretty sure it had wet it with pre-cum. She talks with you a little, explaining her vision, but she keeps zoning out. There's definitely something distracting her and halfway through the meeting you finally speak up, "Lisa is everything okay?"

"What? Oh yes, it's nothing" She looks away for a few moments, seeming to collect herself, and then turns to face you. She leans her chin into her hand and gazes up at you, and suddenly a strange expression comes across her face. "I was just talking to Lucy, the other girl from BWW, and I realized I'm the only person left in the office that you haven't done a wager with"

You think about it, and she's right! You still have to wager with her too! You squirm, not liking where this is leading, but before you can say anything, you are interrupted by the cute photographer who is also in the room. Neha says, "Ooh, that's perfect. We wanted to see a demonstration of a bet while we were here! What are they usually about?"

Lisa, hesitates and then says, "They can be about anything but usually about work. People bet they can finish something in a certain timeframe or they can beat their targets. And then they decide the forfeits."

I chimed in, eager to drive us away from forfeits, "I bet Sandy and Olivia about their monthly targets. Maybe we can do that?"

Lisa went to say something but again Neha interjected, "I would really like the to see a forfeit." she said, seriously. Her face then dropped to a naughty smile, "Preferably one where John loses." she added, giggling. Her soft giggles and her cozy orange sweater highlighted your own exposure, making your cock rise to the ceiling.

Lisa said, "Well, we could this A/B test then. If my new design is better, and it is, then I win. I'm telling you - not everyone is a technical nerd like you, we need to change the layout, make it more minimal"

You were skeptical. But honestly, right now you were also incredibly distracted by your situation. You try to regain some composure and say, "Okay, Lisa, let's make it a bet. If your design performs better than the current one in the A/B test, you win. If it doesn't, then I win. What are the stakes?"

Lisa takes a second to think, unsure of what to choose. Neha interjects, asking, "Are the stakes usually... sexual?" Lisa instantly blushes and all eyes move to your cock by instinct. Lisa, stuttering, responds, "Well, uh, they don't, like, have to be but...."

Neha completes her sentence, "With a cock like that who has resist, right? Since you are unsure, I have an idea. Rachel requested us to keep the crew as small as possible. So we don't have anyone to do posing, wardrobe and make-up for John here. Just a warning, it will be a very, um, hands on role!"

Lisa nodded furiously, both shyly blushing but full of lust. You accept these stakes, your cock twitching what Lisa might do to you. You propose a counter-wager that might put Lisa in an equally compromising position. "And if I win, you'll have to conduct the next team meeting in one of my ties—and only the tie. Call it a lesson in your precious minimalism"

Lisa looks absolutely mortified. But she steels herself, and says, "Deal!"

As you open the A/B test results , you both hover around the computer, the air thick with playful tension. Lisa's design triumphs by some margin, and she turns to you with a victorious smirk, her shyness vanishing into joy and lust "Looks like I'll be in charge of your, um, talent, for this photoshoot. Speaking of which...."

Neha completes the sentence, "Yes, ma'am, it is now time to go to the meeting room, which Lucy has converted into a studio! Lisa, do you mind bringing the talent to the studio?"

Lisa nods, and her fingers wrap firmly around your cock, sending an immediate jolt through your body. With a gentle but insistent tug, she leads you towards the designated room for the photoshoot. "Come on, let's get you ready," she declares, pulling you forward.