The presentation goes smoothly

With that call from Marina, three sets of impressive breasts are put away. Lisa looks especially upset, muttering, "I can't believe we lost." Jules, who had been sitting there with nothing but a dunce cap on cut the tension with a comment. "Well, I don't feel like much of a winner right now" Everyone laughed. Olivia then spoke up, "Emily, could you pass me the tissues?" Grabbing a couple from the box that Emily had leaned towards her, Olivia made a big show of wiping some precum that you had left on your palm. While doing so, she continued addressing the losing side, saying, "I can't believe you guys thought it was over 7.5, Lisa. Don't get me wrong, John is rather impressive but he's not too big. It's," she said, meeting your eyes for the first time and realizing that she has been talking about you like a piece of meat, causing her to flush red and get shy. She finished, "j-just right"

You also flush red. There is an awkward silence before Emily speaks up, "I just, uh, didn't know, I had no reference so I followed Lisa."

Sandy then looked relieved, "Me too, I haven't really asked my partners about it, and I thought Lisa would be right"

That made sense. They must've assumed that Lisa, as the oldest of the betting group and the only C-suite lady that she would know better. What they didn't know that Lisa had been only one person - a bum she met in high school and had only broken up with him about 6 months ago. Lisa, looking down and flushing red then said, "Well, I've only been with one guy and he was, well, quite a bit smaller than John. He always said he was 6 inches, though, so I thought...."

This was met with some laughter, causing Lisa to be embrassed further. Marina, who by this point had walked to Lisa's side gave her a kind hug from behind saying, "Aww honey, that's what they all say. Not everyone is quite as well endowed as our friend here"

The girls then started chatting idly as you stood there, placing papers on the desk, getting ready for the meeting. The door swung open, and Rachel entered. She joins you at the front of the table, turns to the ladies at the table and exclaims, "Are we ready to get started?!" The girls all cheer.

"Hello and welcome team, to our monthly all hands meeting! This has been a historic month for us, and the good news is that - we've finally made it. The sales this month have put us on the map, and it is only a matter of time before we secure further funding. So give yourselves a round of applause!"

Rachel finally paused her intro and everyone clapped. When the clapping died down, she spoke again, pointing towards Marina "I'd particular like to call out Marina, who tirelessly worked to get the deals over the line." Marina stood up and gave a bow. "And, of course, John for all the product improvements that helped garner all those sales. Oh, and also," she continued pointing at you right next to her, "for providing the whole team with the motivation to break past all our goals. Go on, give us a bow"

And with that you felt compelled to do so, giving everyone a small bow to thunderous applause. Rachel then continued, "So, I will hand it off to our big statman here to give you the rundown on everything we have going on"

You step forward. You start your presentation, first taking them through all the statistics. "As you all well know our sales last month increased by 250% from the previous month. That means that the month's sales were 3 and a half times that of the previous month!" The total sales number elicted a huge cheer and you couldn't help but imagine they knew it was this metric that had stripped you. Marina whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear, "And I love my reward". You also made them aware of other statistics from last month - about how many sales leads were created, how many converted to sales and what the average sale was. It had become a little normal, with the girls taking notes and paying attention, despite many stares and smirks at your manhood.

Then you handed out their dossiers with projections. It's all going smoothly. Or as smooth as you can hope. "And lastly, here you will find your projections for the next month. These are your goals. The numbers this month are more uncertain than usual, we're coming off a huge boost and it's unclear how differently we will fare. Still, I believe in my numbers, and am confident that most of them will be right!"

There is a second of silence, followed by Jules softly muttering, "Wanna bet?" This sent the girls into uproarious laughter, all except Jules who was also sitting humiliated from a lost bet, despite being the one making the joke. Rachel steps in, saying, "I'm so glad you brought that up, Jules. I wanted to address the elephant in the room."

"The elephant has quite the impressive trunk!" came the reply from the table. It was Sandy! She was red and couldn't believe she had said it out loud. But quiet Sandy had just cat called him. Once again, laughter all around. Rachel simply smiled and waited for the laughter to die down. "We all seem to be having fun!" she said, moving to place a hand on your shoulder, "All of us." Rachel stared into your soul through your eyes for just a few seconds. "So here's my CEO directive for the future: Wagers are encouraged - not just with John but with each other. Marina tells me all of that has already begun and, while I didn't believe it at first, I now whole-heartedly believe that this will only benefit all of us. Of course, as John is the only man, he's the only person who can provide the, um, carrot, as well as the stick"

You felt every eye in the room burrow into you. And you remember you have to do a wager with each one of them (minus Jules) in the next week. Oof. Just as you are trying to come up with good ways to wager against some of the girls, Rachel interrupts your thoughts with, "and now, it's time for the monthly all hands picture!"

Oh shit. You had forgotten. There's pictures of every month hung up on the wall of the conference room and it's posted on the website. And you have to be in it, I don't think they'll accept you trying to avoid that! You turn to Rachel, "Rachel, can I cover up for this somehow" you say, sweating bullets.

Rachel exaggeratedly pretends to think, before smiling and saying a simple, "No." You hang your head. "But," Rachel adds, "If you give us your consent, we can make this a real all hands, and use our hands to cover you up for the pictures for the website and to hang up here!"