There and Back Again

With a deep breath, you step out of Victoria’s office and into the corridor. The door clicks shut behind you, and for a moment, the world outside feels frozen in time. Then, as you take your first steps, the reality of your situation crashes over you like a wave.

Every eye in the cubicles turns towards you, and the office hums with a sudden flurry of whispers and giggles. Your cock, already stiff from the arousing tension in Victoria’s office, bobs slightly with each step. The sensation of being fully exposed to a sea of gazing eyes is both humiliating and thrilling.

Gasps ripple through the office. "Oh my God, he’s actually naked," someone murmurs, followed by a fit of giggles. "Is this for real?" another voice asks, tinged with disbelief.

You hear the distinct sound of camera phones clicking, capturing every moment of your mortifying journey. The attention makes your cock twitch involuntarily, a clear bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. You try to keep your head high, focusing on the breakroom ahead, but the murmurs and stares make it an impossible task.

“He’s really going for it,” a woman near the front remarks, her voice filled with a mix of admiration and amusement. “Look at him, he’s hard as a rock.”

Another voice chimes in, "I heard there was a naked guy walking around the building, but I thought it was just a rumor!"

A woman near the back adds, "If I knew his cock was this impressive, I would've gone on a second date with him."

Catcalls and playful whistles echo around you. “Looking good, stud!” someone shouts. “Nice package!” another adds, their voice dripping with sarcasm and delight.

“He’s the guy from upstairs, right?” someone else whispers. “Yeah, the one with the naked office thing. I thought that was just a rumor too!”

The whispers grow louder and more specific. “Did you see the article on Businesswoman Weekly?” one woman asks, her eyes wide with excitement. “There’s a video of him cumming at the end of the day. It’s wild!”

“Yeah, I saw that! I can’t believe they posted that. Did you vote on which picture was the best? There was an option for a ‘Coffee Run’ every week—kind of like this, but we’d get to pick the orders and watch him deliver. I can’t wait to see that one!” another woman replies, her voice filled with glee.

"Was that an option? I only voted for the live Q&A"

As you pass a small cluster of women, one of them holds up her phone, showing a screenshot from the article. “This is him, right? The one they call the ‘Naked Office Stud’?”

“Absolutely,” her friend replies, unable to take her eyes off you. “And he’s even more impressive in person.”

“Do you think he’ll do the same thing here?” another voice wonders aloud. “Maybe we should start taking bets on how long he’ll last!”

Your heart races as the comments continue, a mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through you. You can feel your skin prickling under the fluorescent lights, every nerve ending hyper-aware of the attention.

As you step into the breakroom, the buzz of conversation halts abruptly, replaced by a charged silence. All eyes turn to you, their expressions ranging from shock to amusement and some even blatant admiration. You can feel the weight of their gazes on your naked body, and your cock, still erect, twitches in response to the attention.

You spot the Bold Espresso pod on the counter and stride over to the coffee machine, trying to maintain a semblance of composure. The machine seems to take forever as you fumble with the pod, your hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline coursing through your veins. The air feels thick with anticipation, every second stretching out as you try to ignore the murmurs and stares.

Just as you manage to get the pod into the machine, a brave woman approaches you. She's tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that sparkle with curiosity and mischief. Her lips curve into a playful smile as she stops a few inches away from you, her eyes roaming over your exposed form.

“Need a hand?” she asks, her voice dripping with playful innocence. "It looks like you're having a hard time"

“N-no, thank you,” you stammer, your face flushing with embarrassment.

She doesn't move away. Instead, she leans against the counter, her gaze fixed on your cock, which bobs slightly with each breath you take. "You know," she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I admire your dedication. Not many would have the balls to do this." She glances down pointedly, her grin widening as she catches your reaction.

As you focus on the coffee machine, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks, another woman enters the breakroom. She’s shorter, with curly blonde hair and a playful glint in her green eyes. She takes one look at you and lets out a low whistle. “Well, if this isn’t the best coffee break ever,” she says, laughing. “I heard the rumors, but I didn’t think they were true.”

The first woman chuckles. “Oh, they’re true. And it - I mean, he - looks even better in person. Can you believe it?”

The blonde shakes her head in disbelief. “I think he should do this more often. What do you think?”

You feel your face heat up even more, the embarrassment mingling with a strange sense of pride. The coffee machine finally finishes, and you grab the cup, turning to leave.

“Wait,” the brunette says, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Do you even know how Victoria likes her coffee?”

Caught off guard, you shake your head. “N-no, I don’t.”

The blonde giggles, sharing a conspiratorial glance with her friend. “We’ll tell you... if you let us photocopy your cock.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, but you nod, knowing you need their help. “Alright,” you agree, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, they each take hold of one of your arms, the brunette's hand trailing down to grip your cock firmly. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity through you, making your cock twitch in her grasp. They lead you to the office photocopier, the blonde giggling excitedly.

“Get ready for your close-up,” she teases, positioning you in front of the machine.

The brunette’s hand never leaves your cock as she guides it onto the glass. “We need to get this just right,” she murmurs, her fingers stroking you lightly. The copier’s glass feels cool against your skin, contrasting with the heat of her touch.

The blonde adjusts the settings on the machine, then presses the button. The copier whirs to life, and the light bar sweeps across your cock, capturing every detail. The sensation is both humiliating and intensely arousing, your cock twitching involuntarily with each pass of the light.

The brunette takes the freshly printed copy, holding it up to examine. “Perfect,” she declares, handing it to you. “Victoria likes her coffee with no cream, no sugar - just as it is.”

The blonde giggles. “Though she might not mind a little cream from this thing,” she adds, giving your cock a playful squeeze.

Your face burns with embarrassment, but you can’t deny the thrill of the experience. With the photocopy in hand, you make your way back to the breakroom, the women’s laughter and teasing comments echoing in your ears.

“Good luck with the deal!” the brunette calls after you. “And remember, if it doesn’t work out, you’re always welcome back here for another photocopy session.”

As you leave the breakroom, your mind races with the absurdity and excitement of what just happened. Your cock, still hard and throbbing, serves as a constant reminder of the exposure and humiliation you’ve just endured. But you know you need to focus—Victoria Steele is waiting for her coffee, and you can’t afford to let her down.

The journey back to Victoria’s office feels even longer. Every step seems to draw more attention. The women you pass now are more vocal, their whispers more pointed. “He’s got the coffee,” one says, giggling. “Think he’ll make it without spilling?”

A voice calls out, “If you spill, we'd be happy to lick it off for ya!” followed by more laughter. Another woman shouts, “Careful with that coffee, wouldn’t want to burn anything important!”

As you navigate through the cubicles, you feel a rush of air and see a paper airplane fly past you, narrowly missing your head. You glance over to see a woman trying to stifle her laughter, her friends egging her on.

You catch snippets of conversation. “Did you see the size of him?” “I can’t believe he’s doing this!” “He must be really dedicated to his job.”

“Is he the guy with the naked office thing? I heard about him.”

“I bet Victoria’s going to love this,” a voice says, filled with anticipation.

As you approach the corridor leading to Victoria’s office, you hear one last comment that makes your cock twitch involuntarily. “This might be the best day at work ever,” someone whispers, barely containing their excitement.

You reach the door, balancing the cup carefully as you knock and step back inside, your heart pounding with a mix of relief and excitement.