Interruption?!

I watch the Blonde, in her pencil suit, as she continues walking away. I hope she does not make me wait long, given all the attention already aimed in my direction. The openness of the space, given my state of undress, made me all the more aware of every sensation I felt. The movement of the air, the coolness brought on by the AC... and the pleasure my body was feeling. Looking around, I could plainly see how I'm not the only one enjoying the show of me standing naked before them. I keep watching her, even as I felt their gaze on me, watching and staring my way.

"Relax. She'll be back soon, so spread your legs apart a little. Let them see it, and besides, we don't want you to pass out, right?" I paused, surprised to hear Tiffany speak so casually. I turned my gaze to her and saw her smirking my way. Despite myself, I soon realized I was smirking back. We giggled, and I turn to face Tiffany. Soon I was standing at the end of the table, my legs spread wide, and my palms resting on the table's surface.

After a few seconds, I did my best to relax, and soon I found myself wondering, as my gaze panned the room, how many of them saw the e-mail with my naked photos in then and ... how many realized I, the near-naked red-head in their mist, was also that women. My musing was soon interrupted; a pair of hands grabbed me swiftly and stoutly around the waist. I heard a male voice then, the tone both amused and casual, quip, "My, do you know how to make an entrance? Get a look at you, so casual in your outfit, and let us see everything. Say, did my boss send you? Is this one of her jokes?" As he spoke, I felt my cheeks once again become flush. As I listened in, I found myself giggling, even as my emotions quickly became a wash of pleasure, embarrassment, and amusement.