I get seen.

Eyes wide and mouths agape as the elevator opened up to a sea of surprised middle-aged women who just so happened to be pointing and flashing cameras in my direction. As it turns out, this particular floor was rented out to a women's entrepreneur association. Today they were blessed to receive a young successful entrepreneur named Mari Thompson as their speaker and hostess. In only her late twenties, she manged to build her own advertising company from the ground up. She came to the association to regale these women with tales of her accomplishments and share the secrets of how they too can achieve greatness. By the end of the event, she had gained so much popularity from these women they all begged her to shake her hand, give them an autograph, and take a picture of her. She was just on her way out through the elevator waving these jubilant women goodbye like a celebrity musician leaving the building after an encore performance.

However, Mari became confused when everyone's face looked like she grew a second head not a moment later as she backed up to the sliding doors. Everything became clear as she turned around and took in the sight of the muscular hunk who was standing stark-naked in the middle of the elevator while stroking his cock. In case you forgot, that naked man was me. Whoops!