Yes

You move quickly, wanting to limit your exposure time as much as possible. You make it to the elevator unseen, pressing the down button with your nose. Your eyes dart back and forth as you hear the elevator moving up from the first floor, your heart racing. The danger of possibly getting caught, combined with the looming specter of total humiliation, causes your little cock to grow fully erect, held back by the thin, pink fabric of the panties.

It seems like forever before the elevator door opens, but you step inside, and start kicking frantically at the "door close" button. It eventually does, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief. You watch as the elevator slowly counts down your decent. 4......3.....2 your heart leaps into your throat, as you feel the elevator slow to a stop on the second floor. The door slowly open, revealing two of your colleagues. Two young women, to be exact. The first is a short, petite, blonde woman; Mrs. Sanderson. The other is a woman you've never seen before. A slightly curvier black woman with gorgeous brown eyes.

They both see you at the same time, and stop in their tracks. Almost in unison, their eyes travel down to your panty covered erection, and their eyes go wide.

"Well, hello Mr. Li-Mr. Johnson. Nice to see you. I mean, I wasn't expecting to see this much of you, but hello all the same." The two women step inside the elevator, standing on either side of you, making the small room seem almost impossibly tiny. Mrs. Sanderson's friend accidentally brushes her breasts up against your arm on her way past you, doing nothing to ease your arousal.

"How rude of me. Mr. Johnson, this is one of the new teachers, Miss North. Miss North, this is Mr. Johnson. He usually has more clothes on than this."

Miss North can't seem to keep her eyes from darting down to your unimpressive package, keeping one hand over her mouth to hide her amusement. "Nice to meet you, Mr...Johnson is it?" The question sounds like it's more out of disbelief than her mishearing.

"Yesh." you mumble, the key still stuck in your mouth. "Nish choo meech you." You say, your gaze staying at floor level for the entire elevator ride. Once the elevator hits the first floor, you hang back and let the two of them go. You can't help but notice them laughing to each other, Miss North holding up her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart.

They exit the building, and you quickly run to the mailboxes. You fumble, but manage to unlock the mailbox. Finding nothing inside, you quickly move back to the elevator. The ride up is far less eventful, and you quickly find yourself knocking on Ms. Victoria's door. "Who is it?" comes the knowing, amused tone.

"Itsh me! Let me in!" You reply.

"I'm sorry, I don't know anyone by that name."

"Itsh Mishter Jonshon!" You slur, trying not to drop the key.

"Mister who?"

You pause for a moment, knowing exactly what she wants. "Mishter Little Johnshon." You say, sounding rather defeated.

"Ah yes!" She throws open the door, allowing you to quickly make your way inside. You spit the key out onto the counter, and take a deep breath. "I'm judging by your reaction..." She says with a smile "that you did not make it down there unseen. Who saw you?" There is merciless glee in her eyes.

"Mrs. Sanderson and Miss North."

"The new teacher! Oh what luck! One of the few who weren't already aware of your tiny manhood. I'll bet you were absolutely humiliated."

"I was-" you gulp, finding yourself enjoying this whole thing much more than you ever thought you might. "I was hard. when they came in."

Ms. Victoria throws back her head with an evil cackle. "Oh that is fantastic." Suddenly, a buzz comes from the intercom near the door. "Ooooh. That must be my special guest. Stay right there." She almost dances across the room, still dressed in the short, low cut black nightgown. Her large, unrestrained breasts sway with her as she walks, and you can't help but watch the small hint of her ass cheeks moving beneath the hem of her gown, as she walks away from you. She presses the button. "Come on up!"

After a few moments, a knock on the door. She slowly allows it to open, and the person behind it makes your jaw drop.