The message I missed

I cleaned myself up as best I could, tucked my cock away, and headed back to my desk, trying to look normal.

The second I sat down, my work email pinged.

I froze.

I pulled out my phone and opened it, heart already starting to race.

It wasn’t just any message.

One of the girls who had been replying to my story — the one who’d sent back a very flirty photo of herself in bed — wasn’t just some random Tinder match I’d sent nudes to on Snapchat.

She worked here.

I completely forgot about the awkward conversation we’d had months ago when we first matched. It had started hot, then died fast when we realised we worked at the same company. We’d both kind of ghosted after that. I hadn’t thought about her since.

Until now.

I quickly opened the company directory and searched her name.

There she was.

Barely over 5ft tall. Thick in all the right places, with tits that looked almost too big for her small frame. She always dressed in skinny black jeans and band shirts — the kind of girl who stood out even in a corporate office. Alternative, confident, and exactly my type.

I really did have a type.

And now she had seen everything.

The naked shower video.

The suggestive towel photo.

The hard cock photos I’d just taken in the work toilets and sent out.

My phone buzzed again — another Snapchat from her.

Her: “So… this is awkward. I didn’t realise it was you until I saw your face in one of the older stories. Small world, huh?”

Then another message followed.

Her: “You’ve been busy. Didn’t know you had that in you. Still hard at your desk?”

I sat there staring at the screen, cock twitching again despite the panic crawling up my spine.

She worked here. In another department, sure, but still. We could run into each other in the kitchen, the lifts, meetings.

And she had very clear photos and videos of my cock.