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TIFU by opening my sex tape montage at work

My new phone has a feature enabled by default that collects any series of photos or video taken at a specific time or location and creates a slideshow from them.. So a few weeks ago, I was trying to impress my date by taking her up to see the amazing views from one of the condo showrooms where I work, a fancy downtown apartment building, where we ended up having sex.. I, consensually ofc, video recorded us in the act and took a few x-rated photos of us in various sex positions. She's a cam girl, so she didn't object. Until then, the only slideshows I'd get were pictures of my cat, scenery, or food I ate at restaurants.

Flash forward to a couple of weeks after the encounter. I'm at work, waiting for the elevator. Two of them were down for maintenance, so the wait times were increasingly long, and soon enough, a crowd started forming. I took my phone out to pass the time, when suddenly I got a "new story" notification. I tapped it open it, and to my horror the pictures I took that night began shuffling on my screen. The worst part is the background music alerted the people behind me before I quickly hit the shutter. I walked away incredibly embarrassed and heard giggles from the two girls standing behind me.. I think I should quit, change my name, grow a beard, and go off-grid for a while because I don't know who else saw. This is without a doubt the most humiliating experience of my life.

tl;dr: my amateur porn randomly played at work, and people saw.

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