Package pick up

At the reception desk, two women sit side by side, mid-conversation—until they see you. One, a blonde with a sleek bob and a nameplate reading Sophia, looks up first. Her sharp blue eyes widen—only for an instant—before her lips curve into a knowing smirk. Beside her, a tall redhead, Maya, follows her gaze, her eyes flicking from your face to your cock—lingering just long enough that a slow, almost teasing smile spreads across her lips.

“Well, this is unexpected,” Sophia murmurs, her sharp blue eyes zeroing in on your awkwardly hunched form. “I didn’t think you’d be shy, Mr. Naked Office Stud.”

Maya’s lips curve into a slow, wicked grin. “Unexpected?” she repeats, voice dripping with amusement. "Sweetheart, this is the highlight of my week." She leans forward over the desk, her eyes glinting as she angles for a better view. "Although," she muses, tilting her head, "it’d be even better if you quit pretending to be shy and just let us see."

Olivia strides forward, handing over the bright pink slip with an air of casual authority, as if she’s entirely unfazed by the scene. “Hi, we’re here to pick up a package for me,” she says brightly, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips.

Sophia takes the slip, her fingers brushing Olivia’s hand briefly before she reads the details. “Sure thing,” she says, standing. She glances over at Maya, who is still openly ogling you. “I’ll grab it. Try not to scare him off while I’m gone.”

Maya, still staring a hole through your hands as they provide some meagre cover for your modesty, says, "“What happened, Stud? Stage fright?”

Sophia disappears into the back, leaving you alone under the weight of dozens of hungry stares. Just as you begin to shift uncomfortably, a woman steps forward from the crowd.

She’s poised, polished, and in absolute control—her dark hair pinned neatly in place, her suit tailored to perfection. But it’s her eyes that catch you—brimming with amusement, intrigue, and something far more dangerous.

“My, my,” she hums, lips twitching as she takes her time looking you over. “Mr. Naked Office Stud, in the flesh.” Her sharp gaze flicks down, lingering on the throbbing proof of your predicament. “My company is full of women who couldn’t stop talking about you.”

She pauses—just long enough for the murmurs around you to swell—before adding, “Of course, my CEO isn’t thrilled about the... disruption in productivity. Though, I imagine you could persuade her to reconsider—with a personal visit.”

You flush, the heat rising in your face as the crowd murmurs around you.

Sandy, sensing and opportunity, leans over to whisper conspiratorially. "I bet she would change her mind. And maybe even become out customer. After all, John, I know you're willing to please our clients in any way you can."

"Well, ladies," the business woman continues, her voice rich with amusement, "I'll have to pass this along to my CEO. If she's interested, you can expect an email."

Rachel, sensing an opportunity, quickly interjects, "You'll let us know if you need any more... information, won't you? The more we know, the better."

The businesswoman laughs, "I think I have all the information I need. The live stream was quite informative. I can't wait to tell the others in my company. We'll see if we can persuade her. She can be stubborn sometimes, but I think this cock would win anyone over."

As she walks away, Rachel turns to you, her lips curved into a playful smirk. "That went well. Now, are you ready for the real reason we came here?"

Sophia returns, balancing two large, stacked boxes on her forearms, her movements graceful despite their size. She places them on the counter with a soft thud and turns to Olivia with a teasing smile.

“Well, here you go,” she says, patting the top of the stack. “But be careful—they’re heavier than they look. And the bottom one is fragile, so they have to be carried like this.” She demonstrates, holding her hands under the bottom box, miming the necessary support.

Olivia’s lips curve into a mischievous smile as her eyes dart to you. “Oh, don’t worry. John here is very... capable,” she says, her tone dripping with playful innuendo.

Sophia smirks, stepping back to let you approach. “Alright then, Mr. Naked Office Stud. Let’s see those strong arms in action.”

You step forward, your arms still clutched awkwardly over your front, the heat of their expectant gazes making your cock twitch despite your growing nerves.

“Careful, John,” Olivia teases, her voice saccharine-sweet. “Sophia said they’re fragile. You wouldn’t want to drop anything, would you?”

You glance at the stack of boxes, realizing that to carry them safely, you’ll need both hands free. The boxes are wide enough that they’ll **** you to extend your arms, leaving no chance of maintaining even the pretense of modesty.

Sophia tilts her head, her sharp blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “What’s the matter? You didn’t come all this way just to stand there, did you?”

Maya, still lounging at the desk, leans forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Oh, I think I see the problem,” she says, her tone mockingly sympathetic. “You’re worried about dropping something important... or maybe about what we’ll see when your hands are full.”

“Don’t overthink it, John,” Olivia chimes in, her grin wicked. “You’ve already put on quite the show today. What’s a little more exposure?”

Your pulse hammers in your ears as you step forward. Every instinct screams at you to keep your hands in place, but the weight of their expectant stares is too much.

With a slow, **** motion, you drop your arms.

The moment your cock swings into full view, a collective hush falls over the room. Sophia and Maya’s gazes drop instantly—eyes widening before slow, knowing grins curl across their lips.

“There it is,” Maya breathes, her voice thick with satisfaction. She leans in just slightly, her head tilting as she drinks in every inch. “And here I thought you were the modest type.”

“Impressive,” Sophia adds, her voice low and appreciative. “Even better in person.”

Olivia nods approvingly, her eyes sweeping over your naked form. "I'll admit, I will never get tired of that view."

Rachel turns her head slightly, adding, "I had forgotten how good the reveal is. We've been spoiled, seeing him around the office."

Sandy grins, her blue eyes gleaming. "True, the way it bounced when his hands moved? Amazing!"

Ignoring the flush creeping up your neck, you lean over to lift the boxes, your arms extending under the stack to support them. The motion forces your chest and cock into full view, leaving you utterly exposed to the delighted receptionists and your smirking entourage.

Sophia and Maya exchange knowing glances as they watch you struggle to maintain composure. “Feel free to stop by anytime, Stud,” Sophia calls after you. “We’ll be here.”

As you walk away, the sound of their soft laughter and murmured comments follows you, your cheeks burning as you navigate the crowded lobby with your “package” on full display.