Chapter 8

Nikki

“Shit!” I gasped, taking a deep breath of shock as Chad stood there indifferently, not taking a step. His eyes moved between Tom and me every second, it seemed he was waiting for an explanation.

Tom’s penis seemed to have gone in deep shock as well as a smaller version of his previously erected cock now stood, dangling between his thighs.

I pulled my skirt down in a hurry and scanned the office for my shirt, my hands trembling by my side.

Tom pulled his boxers up like lightning after thunder and struggled to keep his pants on his waist as they kept falling without his belt to hold them in place.

All the while, I’d hoped Chad would turn to look away or leave the room in anger. I had no idea what it was, the shock from my action or curiosity, but he stood still, staring at us both.

I found my shirt and picked it up. Not remembering how a shirt was worn anymore, I struggled to put it back on, failing to do so and just leaving it tucked in my ar