Olivia has an errand for you

The mischievous gleam in Olivia's eye immediately set the tension in the room on edge, and as she strode confidently towards the front of the room, the entire space held their breath. Her expression was equal measures wicked and shy, as if she were simultaneously embarrassed and eager to share her idea. “John,” she begins, her voice laced with playful authority, “you still owe me an errand from this morning, don’t you?”

You nod, acutely aware of the expectant stares from the room. “I do,” you reply, your voice steady despite the lingering buzz of attention around your still-hard cock.

You swallow hard, acutely aware of every curious pair of eyes in the room now trained on you. “What’s the errand?” you ask, doing your best to sound nonchalant despite the heat creeping up your neck.

Olivia holds up a bright pink slip of paper—the kind used for package pick-up notifications. “You’re going to head down to reception and collect this for me.”

Your stomach drops. Reception. The lobby. The most public space in the entire building. Your eyes flick to the others, who are all watching with expressions ranging from amusement to barely-contained delight.

“Alone?” you ask, your voice cracking slightly despite your best effort to sound composed.

Olivia’s grin widens. “Of course not,” she says breezily. “I wouldn’t dream of depriving the rest of us of the… experience.”

The room erupts into chatter as everyone starts talking over each other.

“Oh, I’m definitely coming,” Marina declares, crossing her arms with a smirk.

“Count me in,” Sandy chimes, already half out of her seat.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Rachel interjects, holding up her hand. “We can’t all go. That would be ridiculous.”

Vivian clears her throat, stepping forward with her trademark blend of authority and mischief. “I think Penny and I should come along. After all, we’re here to ensure compliance, aren’t we?”

Penny nods, her sharp green eyes flicking to your still-exposed, still-very-hard cock. “Absolutely. We need to make sure this errand is handled… responsibly.”

“Fine,” Rachel relents, clearly trying to maintain some semblance of order. “But let’s limit it to two or three of the team—plus Penny and Vivian.”

This sets off another round of debate, with everyone lobbying to be included. Marina insists she has to come because “someone needs to keep him in line.” Sandy argues she’s the obvious choice because she’s “already got dibs on his cock today.” Olivia points out that it’s her errand, so she has the ultimate say.

“Alright, alright!” Olivia finally shouts, holding up her hands to silence the group. She turns to you with a grin that’s equal parts devious and indulgent. “How about this: Rachel, Sandy, Penny, Vivian, and I will go. That’s a manageable group, don’t you think?”

The elevator ride down is tense—at least for you. The five women around you seem to be having the time of their lives, their chatter laced with barely concealed innuendos.

“Do you think the receptionist already knows about him?” Sandy muses, her gaze sliding over to you with a sly smile.

“Word travels fast,” Rachel quips, her grin wicked. “And when it’s about the ‘Naked Office Stud’? It’s practically breaking news.”

Marina grins, leaning casually against the wall. “I bet they’ve heard all about the ‘Naked Office Stud.’ Maybe they’ve even seen that livestream clip.”

Sandy laughs, reaching out to trace a finger lightly down your arm. “If they haven’t, they’re about to get quite the introduction.”

Penny giggles, adding “Well, we did send out a building wide email to warn everyone in the office about potential sightings of a monster cock going forward.”

Vivian smirks, her tone dripping with mock seriousness. “I hope they’ve mopped the floors—because he’s definitely leaving a trail.”

Your face burns as the conversation continues, each comment making your cock throb harder, which, of course, doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Look at him,” Olivia teases, nudging you playfully. “He’s practically vibrating with excitement.”

“Excitement or dread?” Marina quips, her smirk widening.

Vivian chuckles, her green eyes sparkling. “Does it matter? Either way, he’s putting on quite the show.”

The elevator dings softly, and you glance up at the illuminated floor numbers ticking downward, each one dragging you closer to the public humiliation waiting below. Your chest tightens, and before you can think better of it, your hands fly down, one arm crossing awkwardly over your chest while your other hand cups your cock, attempting to shield yourself.

A collective gasp fills the elevator, followed immediately by Olivia’s sharp, incredulous laugh. “Oh, no, no, no,” she says, stepping forward with a grin that could rival the devil’s. “Absolutely not, John. Hands off the goods.”

Your face burns as you glance at her. “I can’t just walk into the lobby like… this!” you stammer, your grip tightening on yourself as if it might somehow make a difference.

Before Olivia can responds, Penny clears her throat, her tone brisk but tinged with amusement. “Actually, Olivia,” she interjects, raising a hand to stop her, “he’s within his rights. Our current clause only prohibits covering while inside the office. The lobby,” she adds with a sly glance toward you, “is technically neutral ground.”

Vivian raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying Penny’s reasoning. “Interesting loophole,” she murmurs, her lips quirking into a smirk. “But don’t get too comfortable, John. That protection only lasts until you’re back in the office.”

Rachel grins, crossing her arms. “Fair enough. But honestly, John, do you think covering up now will make this any less embarrassing?”

Marina laughs, leaning casually against the wall. “If anything, you’re just drawing more attention to it. Like wrapping a gift no one can wait to unwrap.”

Still, you hold firm, your determination outweighing their attempts to sway you. “I’m not walking out there without at least trying,” you mutter, your voice firm despite the blush creeping up your neck.

Marina laughs, her tone equal parts amused and resigned. “Suit yourself, big guy. But don’t say we didn’t warn you.”

As the elevator slows to a stop, you steel yourself, adjusting your arms one last time to cover what little you can. The women exchange amused glances as the doors slide open with a soft chime.

When the elevator doors slide open, your stomach drops. The lobby is alive with activity—heels click against polished floors, voices echo off high ceilings, and the faint hum of conversation is punctuated by bursts of laughter. You, however, are the instant center of attention.

As you step out, the conversations falter. One by one, heads swivel in your direction, eyes widening as they take in the sight of you: stark naked, painfully hard, and flanked by five women who seem to be enjoying this far too much.

The whispers begin almost immediately:

“Is he… naked?”

“Why’s he covering himself? He's using both hands, but still not doing a great job”

“Wait, is that the guy from the livestream?”

“Oh my God, it’s him! It’s totally him.”

"I watched him cum and now he's being shy and covering up? That's funny"

You make your way over to the reception desk, red-faced and struggling against your body, which is determined to send you throbs and waves of pleasure, as the women openly ogle and comment on your nudity and arousal.