Chapter 19: [Bonus chapter]Company of Creeps
She swiftly snatched her phone back, her face flushing with embarrassment.
Donovan managed to regain his composure, but his ears remained a bright shade of red.
After an uncomfortable silence, he spoke up, "I couldn't help but notice during dinner that you seemed distracted by your phone. Is this what had your attention?"
"WHAT DID HE JUST SAY? Oh my goodness, he must be thinking that I'm as perverted as Lucas, assuming I was looking at something inappropriate! LIKE BOSS LIKE EMPLOYEE!!" Her mind raced to find the perfect excuse, but admitting the truth – that she was anticipating Lu's photos – was out of the question. The sheer embarrassment of it all was overwhelming.
As she struggled to concoct a believable explanation, Donovan took a deep breath and declared resolutely, "If this is what interests you, I'm willing to change and be that person for you."
"No, Donovan, it's not like that," Milane attempted to clarify, her words stumbling in her embarrassment.
"Don't worry, Milane. I'm not trying to force myself. I'm ready to better myself to become someone you'd like. I'm genuinely willing," Donovan affirmed.
He gazed at Milane with unwavering determination, sensing her impending rejection. In an effort to ease the situation, he urged her to head home, saying, "It's getting late. Just text me once you're safely back."
Milane was too stunned to react. Her mind was a whirlwind, and all she could think was that Leedon Corporation was now officially THE COMPANY OF CREEPS.
AH!!!
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Three hours earlier, before Donovan and his team entered Lucas's office and bore witness to the most embarrassing moment of his life...
It had been an hour since Lucas had last sent a photo to Master M. Unconventional as it was, he has taking the daring snapshots within the confines of his office sanctuary.
He was acutely aware that no one in the company dared to enter his office without his permission – or, more accurately, nobody wanted to venture near his domain, fearing his potential wrath. Instead, documents were always passed through Milane, who would then enter his office only with his permission. Given this, he felt quite secure in undressing in his office; the idea of it being unsafe simply never crossed his mind.
With efficiency, he discarded his suit, then his vest, and lastly, his white blouse. The triple layers he had worn to work today were meant to prevent anyone from spotting the contours of the nipple clamps beneath his clothing.
Carefully angling the camera, he captured his upper body. To enhance the contours of his well-defined physique, he flexed his abdominal muscles. The hope was that such a display would further entice Master M to meet him in person.
He opened the app and forwarded the image. While the app was active, he couldn't help but revisit the gallery. There they were – a series of images Master M had sent. It began with a fully buttoned-up first picture and progressed to the fifth button, which was now undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of deep cleavage. This latest undoing allowed for a wider peek at her fair and ample bosom, her breasts overflowing sensuously. The image was a masterpiece, etched indelibly into his mind.
Studying the photograph, his thoughts ignited, painting vivid scenarios of what lay beyond the still buttons. His imagination ignited a stirring in his groin, sensations cascading as his mind danced with possibility. So lost was he in the enticing photo that he failed to hear the approaching footsteps of the team outside his office.
Suddenly, the sound of Milane's knock echoed through the room, signaling the arrival of the MiFuture team.
He scrambled to clothe himself, but his haste only fueled the chaos. A button from his shirt tangled with his nipple clamp, and his attempts to extricate himself resulted in an unintended yank, causing a jolt of pain to shoot through him. A stifled cry of agony escaped his lips.
Yet, fate's cruel jest had yet to reach its zenith...
Amidst his disarray, the MiFuture team barged into his office, catching him mid-chaos. With lightning speed, he snatched the closest object – a nearby blouse – to shield his exposed form. Not a moment to glance at his throbbing nipple, he met their gazes, registering the disbelief in their eyes. His mind, a whirlwind of shock and embarrassment, desperately sought an escape from this mortifying tableau.
Silence hung heavy, the tension unbearable. Thankfully, the interminable silence was shattered by Donovan's voice, who offered an apology for their abrupt intrusion. Lucas, wrenching himself back to reality, managed to respond with a semblance of composure.
As the door closed behind them, Lucas crumpled into his chair, his arms enveloping his head. He consoled himself with the hope that with time, these memories would fade into the background of everyone's minds. Maybe, he should explore the possibility of a memory-erasing drug. A desperate bid to mend his reputation.
For an hour, Lucas stewed in his office, immobilized by his despondence.Never before in his life had he experienced such acute embarrassment. Throughout his youth, praise and admiration had been his constant companions. Humiliation was a stranger he'd never entertained. He had always been the master of the situation, reducing others to uncomfortable unease.
But now, it appeared that karma had dealt him a potent blow, tenfold.
He rested his head on his arms, the image of Milane's stunned expression seared into his mind.
"F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!" he erupted, cursing the circumstances that had brought him so low.
"Buzz." His eyes reignited as the sound reached his ears—a sound he had anticipated throughout the day.
A new message from Master M!
In an instant, vitality surged through his veins once more, banishing the shadows that had clouded his spirit.
With a newfound energy, he leapt to his feet and seized his phone. The app beckoned, his heart raced, and he steeled himself for the visual feast that awaited him.
In that suspended moment, every pang of embarrassment he had endured seemed trivial, dwarfed by the impending reward.
As he clicked open the app, a certainty settled upon him: the mortification he had weathered was a small price for this moment.
By day's end, they had exchanged photos, each click a confirmation of their electric connection. Apart from a bruised reputation and throbbing nipples, no harm had befallen him.
And, tantalizingly, Master M had agreed to transition their connection from the digital realm to reality—an enthralling prospect for their next encounter.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone