My whole life, I have been into SPH and exhibitionism, but I have always been careful to keep my pervy stuff isolated away from my professional life. I have what appears to be a micropenis when flaccid, and about 4 inches when hard (Silver Member). I am a very successful professional with a high-profile job in Southern California.

Several years ago, I took a series of naked selfies that revealed my body from head to toe, including my face. I started posting these photos on Snapchat in an attempt to receive genuine, spontaneous online SPH, which I did. This emboldened me to take it a little further. I started posting myself on exposure websites, including personal identifying information. This was a huge mistake. Once your naked photos and personal info hit the internet, they spread like wildfire and never go away. Some of my photos were even turned into memes that have spread widely.

The harassing phone calls, texts, and emails didn’t bother me that much. The problem was that my cell phone number led directly back to my company and my department. I started receiving harassing emails on my direct work email, which concerned me, but didn’t shock me. I should have seen that one coming. I have an administrative assistant who monitors the department’s general inbox. I will call her Angela. She is a bit elderly at 60, but still quite the wild party animal. She is also a prolific prankster with a very dirty sense of humor.

One day, about a month ago, as I was driving back from lunch around midday, she sent me a text saying I needed to check the department email inbox and ‘handle it.’

I had no idea what she was talking about, so I casually drove back to the office, thinking that it was probably just another urgent business matter. When I arrived at the office around 20 minutes later and walked through the front door, Angela was at the front receptionist desk. She locked eyes with me and was choking back a big smirk, laughing. As I walked past her, she whispered, “Nobody else has seen it.”

I replied, “Seen what”?

She said, “Just go look at the department inbox.”

I handle a lot of hurry-up and emergencies in my line of work, so I didn’t feel the urgency I should have. I stopped to chat with another department head in the hallway for a moment, and I could see Angela urgently motioning me to keep moving towards my office. I cut off the conversation, walked to my office, and sat down at my desk in front of my computer. I opened the department inbox in Microsoft Outlook and saw that an email had already been opened and forwarded, with the title of my first, middle, and last name. I opened up the message to discover that it had four attachments, which were some of my nude selfies.

It was an extortion email soliciting blackmail money. It also contained several links to where my pictures were posted. I could feel my face go pale. I am very respected in my industry, and something like this could be very detrimental to my career. I deleted the email, then went to the deleted folder to permanently delete it. I went to the sent folder and found that Angela had forwarded the message to her personal email. I permanently deleted that message as well.

I sat there at my desk for quite a bit, not knowing what to do. I was embarrassed, terrified, and also turned on. I was definitely sporting a stiffy at that moment. She had seen what was probably the most unimpressive adult penis of her life. One of the photos had my penis literally looking like a flesh thimble. Should I call out Angela for having forwarded the message to herself, or just let it go? I also had to take into consideration that, as a member of upper management, I am susceptible to the whole sexual harassment scenario.

With Angela being as wild as she is, that struck me as very unlikely. Still unsure of what my course of action should be, I stayed at my desk and kept working the rest of the afternoon. I avoided leaving my office so I wouldn’t run into her.

The urge to jerk off in my office was overwhelming, but my office door doesn’t lock, so I didn’t dare. I could go to the restroom, but I would have to walk right past her. At this point, I decided to just wait it out in isolation until her quitting time of 3:30 pm. The hour came, and I could see that her car was still in the parking lot. At 3:45 pm, her car was still there. Four pm came, and there was a knock at my door.

Before I could say anything, the door opened and Angela popped her head in and said, “Hey, are you staying here for a while? I have a late delivery coming, but I need to leave.”

I could see the laughter in her eyes, and she wasn’t even trying to hide the smirk anymore.

I told her I would be there for another hour and handle the late delivery. She thanked me and started moving back to leave, and I figured that I had better say something. I said, “Before you go, I want to apologize for what happened today.”

She didn’t say anything. The smirk turned into a huge smile, and she closed the door and left.

It’s been about a month, and the subject hasn’t been brought up, but I can tell that she looks at me differently, and that subtle smirk is always present.

 

The End.

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