After a restful night, I head to the office. CRA occupies its own building in a suburban office park, a short drive from my condo. It's close enough that I can take side streets, staying off the always-clogged Santa Monica Freeway.
In keeping with our corporate mission, and in deference to our clients, CRA is a CFNM office, which mean that the men are nude while in the office. No one under eighteen is allowed inside, and all visitors are informed of the rules and appropriately screened. I'll freely admit that encountering the conservatively-dressed, attractive women who visit on business is one of the thrills of office life for me. Visiting men are less common than women. They're given the option of remaining dressed or being nude. If they choose nudity, they have the further option of wearing a red tag tied to their penis that means "hands off". They rarely want a tag.
I stop at the dressing room just off the lobby, hang my clothes in my locker, and walk to my cubicle. On the way, I stop by Brandy's desk. She's one of the client coordinators. Today she's wearing a very short skirt and a tight-fitting knit top that makes the most of her small, but shapely, breasts.
"Good morning, Brandy," I say.
She places her bare foot on my penis. "Hey, Brandon. How was the trip?" She flicks my member back and forth, and then goes into a little joke she likes to repeat: "You know, we have almost the same name, but you're different from me."
I smile at her joke, as I always do. "Tiring, as usual. The places checked out fine. They're doing good business, too."
"Good to hear." She takes her foot away. "Have a great day. Maybe I'll see you after lunch?"
"Sure thing, Brandy." We both know what she means: Each afternoon when I'm in town, she likes to strip to her bra and panties and masturbate me.
In my cubicle, I put down my laptop and my notes from the trip. I check my email. I notice it's a few minutes before nine, so I head to the conference room for our staff meeting. I take a seat as the room fills with my female co-workers. I'm sitting between Diana and Naomi. Diana places her hand around my shaft, while Naomi starts idly playing with my balls while she reviews the agenda. I get an erection almost immediately. That's not unusual. With so many women around, I'm erect in the office more often than not.
My boss, Orvelia, walks in and the meeting begins.
"Nice to have you join us, Brandon. Want to summarize your trip?"
I briefly review my four inspections. There's nothing special to report, as these are long-time clients, and all four earned the highest rating.
"Good work, Brandon. Where are you off to next week?"
Diana and Naomi have switched. Diana is now pulling my scrotum, while Naomi is scratching the top of my cock with her fingernails.
Ignoring the stimulation, I say, "Off to Miami for our first visit to Red Coral Resort. Brandy tells me they just signed up. From what I know, it's supposed to be a top-end place. We'll see. Then followup visits to Fem City, the Oakdale Women's Club, and the River Glen Club."
Sharon, across the table, asks, "Fem City—that's the downtown club?"
"Right, Sharon. In the heart of Miami. Just a suite of rooms in an office building. Used mostly by women and men during lunchtime, or when they need a break from work. They have evening hours, too."
Orvelia runs down the rest of the agenda, and the meeting adjourns. As we leave the room, she walks over and grabs my penis, still erect from Diana and Naomi's cock play.
"How's this holding up?" she jokes.
"Better than ever, Orvelia," I respond.
"Do you need a tag?" She's offering to let me wear a "hands off" red tag for a few hours. It's not a regular thing for employees, but is sometimes used in the office to give inspectors a few hours of respite when they need to get some work done.
The women in the office are so great looking, I want as much action as I can get, so I decline. I'm even looking forward to seeing Brandy later. I might even drop by Sharon's office for a blow job if she's not with a client.
It turns out that I'm so busy writing my reports I forget all about Sharon. I don't even go over to Brandy's desk until nearly four. As it's so late, she does me right at her desk, not bothering to strip. I come into the towel she's placed on her lap. Then she cleans me off with a damp washcloth. I always appreciate Brandy's careful preparation, not only for handjobs, but for all of her CRA work.
"Thanks, Brandy. You know, you and I ought to go out sometime."
"I'd love that. But what on earth could we possibly do?"
"Well, you could see what I look like with clothes on. And I could see you with clothes off."
She laughed and gave my flaccid member a playful tug. "You just say the word, Brandon."
I head out right after my visit with Brandy. Diana notices my limp organ and smiles. "Brandy get you? Guess I'm shut out again."
"Sorry, Diana," I joke, smiling back. "Maybe next time?"
"Tomorrow, then. When you're least expecting it."
