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Chapter 12 by Speci@lty Speci@lty

Does anything happen on your way back?

A couple obstacles

It was difficult running with two trays of coffee. You had to run a lot slower so you didn't risk spilling it. If you had, Rachel might make you go and fetch it again and you certainly didn't want that. You considered stacking them on top of each other so you could hold them in front of you for cover but there is no way that would balance. You could risk spilling the coffee and in places you definitely don't want to get burned. Alas, you are only left with one option, to carry both trays in each of your hands while balancing them to your sides. This left you completely exposed to the whole world as you jogged up the street. To make matters worse, you had company. "Well hello there gorgeous." Someone taps you on the back mid-stride and you turn your head to see it was the jogger you saw in front of the coffee shop before you entered.

Your face turns pink as she scans you, "Oh, hi there...Thanks for not calling the cops."

"You're welcome. Though I wouldn't mind seeing you in handcuffs, my instincts told me you would make a better jogging buddy." She picks up her pace and is now jogging by your side now. She was wearing a white visor, a red tank top, and black jogging pants. You tried not to stare at her breasts bouncing with every step she took. Your dick was already flopping back and forth during your stride for everyone to see; the last thing you needed was to get hard right now. "So you lost a bet huh?"

"Wouldn't be doing this if I didn't."

"Fair, though I must say, you made my mornings a lot brighter. What's your name again?"

"John." You blurt out. Why did you give her your name?! You idiot!

"John, my name is Clara. Nice to meet you."

"N-Nice to meet you too." You get so caught up in Clara's attention to your nudity, you didn't notice when a woman walking her three dogs crosses the street and cuts off your path right in front of you. A German shepherd, a poodle, and a bulldog immediately start barking. "Whoa!" You stop abruptly, almost tripping over the boisterous pack. You somehow manage to save the coffee from spilling by correcting your stance. The lady had to have been in her mid-fifties. She lets out a gasp as her dogs bark at you, clearly running into a naked man on the sidewalk was not part of her daily routine. You tense up hoping these dogs don't bite.

Clara lets out a laugh as she pats you on the back, "I guess you picked one helluva day to lose a bet. They probably want that tasty-looking sausage you got hanging around." She points between your legs and you really hope that's not the case.

"Settle down you three! Heel! Heel! Down!" The dogs got quiet and sat on their haunches at their master's command. She looks back at you, at a loss for words.

Clara breaks the ice by holding up her hand, "Hi there, I'm Clara and this is John. We just met actually, so the only thing I know about him is that he lost a bet. As I'm sure you can tell."

"Wha-oh. Oh! Now I see..." The woman takes Clara's hand and shakes it, as if that was all the explanation she needed. She turns to you, "...hello there, John is it? My name's Ethel." As awkward as this meeting was, you let out a polite greeting with a nod as her bulldog pulls away and starts hugging your leg. "Goodness! Hubert! Bad dog! We don't do that to people we just met." You gently try and shake off Ethel's dog but the little guy wont budge. Ethel's remaining four-legged companions jump up on you placing their front paws on your bare chest as they both lick your face. Ethel got her second surprise of the day, "My, my. I must say it's not too often when all three of them like the same person. Hubert is friendly towards everyone, but Starla is normally very shy, and Gene hardly takes to anyone at all except for me. You must be a very good person John. My babies tend to be a great judge of character."

"I'm...flattered." You turn your cheeks trying to keep the dogs tongues away from your mouth.

"Alright, that's enough! Behave you three!" The poodle and the German shepherd backed down but the bulldog still happily clung to your leg; preventing any retreat. "Tell me John, do you live around here?"

"I'm just bringing coffee to my coworkers."

"Where at?"

"I work at Company Corp."

"Oh, that's just a couple doors up." Clara pointed at my building "They must be pretty lax with the dress code huh?" Both Clara and Ethel laughed.

"They are the ones I made the bet with. We are doing good work, and I really have to get back now."

"Ah yes, I wouldn't want to keep you John."

"I do! But I'll let you go to work anyway." Clara patted your butt and you skittered all the way back to the alleyway as you escaped the laughter of your voyeurs. You pushed open the side door with your back and padded all the way to the elevator, grateful to be out of sight again. As you pressed the elvator button with your hip, you let out a sigh thinking this day couldn't possibly get any worse. You are proven wrong as soon as the elevator doors open and a bright flash goes off, alerting you that a third person had just taken a naked picture of you today.

Who took your picture?

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