Stand Up For Yourself

Mustering all the rage festering inside, you glare at your coworkers willing them to cease their teasing. They continue their catcalling unphased by your attempts to stop them. You decide to take your intimidation up a notch and turn around putting your hands on hips. The classic power pose, good in any situation, right?

Your coworkers gasp. Some put their hands over their mouths while others stare on in awe unable to believe what they’re seeing. Yes! You’ve successfully silenced the-. The group bursts into laughter.

“Thanks for the show, John!”

You furrow your brow. What are they talking about? Your eyes widen as you look down to see your cock hanging out in the open air.

You squeal, quick as lightning your hands cover your cock. Huddling down you glare once more at your coworker but it has even less effect than it did before. “I-I didn’t mean to do that.” you say.

“Oh? So, you’re saying you just forgot you were naked in front of us?”

“I..um.”

“The way we see it you’re either a himbo and you forgot or you’re an exhibitionist and you wanted to show off for us. So, which is it, John?”

You attempt to come up with a response but it all comes out as gibberish.

“I think we broke him, girls.”

When in the face of overwhelming embarrassment the best course of action is RETREAT! You run the rest of the way to Alexandra’s office, doing your best to ignore the cheers behind you.