Payne Capital 07: Diversitybypaynecapital©
My job never required me to spend any time with Engineering and they sorta did their own thing at the office. As a result, I was unfamiliar with most of the people now reluctantly shuffling forward. Looking the group over and considering the prospect that I was about to see them without clothes on, all I could think of was the typical engineering stereotypes.
I was about to see how true they really were.
There were maybe 20 of them, mostly guys along with two women. However, the women were overweight and as a whole, it was not a pretty picture as the entire engineering team assembled in front of the company. I was left with the urge to look away from the impending spectacle, but found myself riveted nevertheless in the vain hope they'd still call the whole thing off.
Such hope was quickly crushed when the two women on the team pulled their shirts over their heads without any hesitation or prompting from Robert. It seemed to me they were eager to strip for some reason. While the rest of their team stood in shocked surprise, they kicked their shoes off and pushed their pants down to ground, bending over in the process and offering everyone excellent views of their bra-clad cleavage.
Fuck me. In one fell swoop, it seemed there would be no turning back.
The other engineers were apparently as stunned as I was. Everyone just stood there staring at the two women now wearing nothing but a colored bra and panties. I could see a few eyes locked on each of the young women's ample cleavage boiling over their wire framed bras. But otherwise, they were far from shapely, both wide hipped with a good sized tummy hanging over the waistbands of their panties.
Still, I couldn't help but be impressed with their courage, standing defiantly before their fully clothed male co-workers. And without the slightest hint of modesty or anything resembling low self esteem.
"Com'on guys," they chided.
Realizing they were being outdone, the rest slowly got to work. Most of the men showed little of the confidence in strong supply among the women. Several of the engineers even tried to turn from the group and undress with their backs to the rest of us.
That drew Robert's attention as he sharply said, "Face the front , guys. Unless you want it known the women have more guts than you do."
Those who had tried to shy away, meekly turned to face us once again and began to pull off their clothes. Gradually, the pile of discarded clothing grew ever larger as the men finished the job.
While I still wanted to look away in empathy over their situation, it was in fact hard to do so. I had never seen anything like what was unfolding. And while technically, Robert was right, they were no less covered than any trip to the beach or the pool, there was still something different about this. Being forced to strip in front of us and then hoping your underwear was in decent shape ... it had an effect.
As my gaze darted over the group, it was clear none of them could be called attractive, though a few of the younger engineers did look kinda cute, bashfully standing in their tighty whities. Such a youthful build, even if not particularly muscular was still a sight. And they were nearly naked! The more I thought about that fact, the more I realized a tingle of desire forming deep inside me.
I don't know why it happened.
Was it the unreal nature of the moment?
Was it the anticipation of better looking men to come?
Or did I somehow find pleasure in the humiliation of these men, though they had done nothing wrong?
I always took considerable pride in my moral compass and the last possibility should have set me to shame. Instead, as the desire grew, I set aside thoughts of empathy and allowed myself to indulge in the spectacle. Further stoking the fantasy, I paid special attention to the diverse display of undergarments and their contents.
I noticed a few of the engineers' briefs were obviously quite old and threadbare. Stretched tight with the worm material being so thin you could clearly see the visible outline of their dicks leaning one way or the other. It was so revealing they had to be terribly embarrassed as their hands did what they could to cover the scene while still trying to appear natural for the group.
I looked over and saw Adriana and Janice gawking at some of the same suspects and knew then I was not alone in my feelings.
The older guys tended to favor boxers (thankfully), though one guy in briefs, in his 40s and somewhat shorter at 5' 6" or so, was something of a monster down there, judging from his profile. Several of the engineers were obviously very shy and tried to hide their bodies with their arms and hands. A few were simply petrified and cupping what didn't appear to be too much between their legs. I almost expected Robert to crack down again and order hands down, but he let it slide.
As the moment lingered, I realized that Robert was right, at least in one sense. I was never going to look at anyone in Engineering the same way again. I would always be drawn to the memory of them fidgeting in their underwear while standing in the firelight.
Our attention was finally diverted from the nearly naked engineers as Robert called for the Marketing team to step forward.
Perhaps the polar opposite of Engineering, these were among the most attractive people in the company. They were a small team led by a tall blonde looker named Cal. He had that California surf boy appeal that I could easily imagine in board shorts ... or less, thanks to current events.
His team consisted of three Asian women, all supremely attractive, and two summer interns, both of them young frat boys who, from sheer youth alone I thought, would give Cal a run for his money in the body department.
As they made their way to the front of the group, it was hard not to pay special attention to the way they were dressed ... considering they would soon be undressed and wondering what might lie beneath.
The women in particular had always been the forward types who would often push the limits on appropriate attire in the office. It was no surprise then that each of them used the 'casual dress code' of the offsite to push those limits even further.
From what I could see, none of them appeared to be wearing a bra. Even the one Asian woman with large breasts had on a short thin camisole. I figured, given her size, the top had to have some built in support ... support that be worthless when she handed the camisole over to Cal.
Whatever was to happen next, it was going to be interesting. My terror had momentarily vanished in complete anticipation of the events about to unfold.
Perhaps sensing the same, Cal took command of the proceedings, seemingly intent on maximizing their effect and not wanting to come off as staid as Engineering, milling about shamefully as they were.
If this was going to be forced on him, he would make the most of it. He was a marketer after all and a skillful one at that. Tonight, his team was his 'product' and he was going to present that product in the best possible light. He was going to make us want that product and there was no doubt he would be successful in that regard.
Having heard him speak to the company many time, I recall him saying, "Good products want to be sold. They seek to sell themselves. They can't help but do so."
With those words I wondered if he could instill in these 'products' the desire to be sold?
He started with shock value, quickly stripping off his shirt well ahead of any prompting from Robert and before anyone else could start.
That certainly got my attention along with every other woman in the company, especially, it seemed, those on his team standing beside him and staring at their now bare-chested boss.
He was incredibly fit, his chest chiseled and hairless. His long swimmer's torso capped by overly broad shoulders, each rippled with sinewy muscles.
He turned to his team and as much for effect, addressed them saying, "We'll all go one at a time, and I'll lead the way. We'll do the men first and give the ladies a little more time to prepare."
Then he gave the girls a wink and a smile and an 'aw shucks' shrugging of the shoulders as he unbuckled his belt and let his jeans fall to the ground. Stepping out of them, he turned to face us wearing only his nicely cut blue briefs covering what appeared to be a copious bulge.
What a sight! He looked like a Greek statue in the firelight, tall, blond and fit.
He then turned to the two interns and said "Jack first, then Everett. Please join me."
Oh my God, this was going to be good ... I was nearly panting, as if Cal wasn't enough to stimulate me. The rumor mill had it they were both juniors from an Ivy league school, here for the summer. Jack was the darker skinned of the two, a little thinner with a narrow face and pronounced cheekbones. A day or two of stubble and a fop of dark wavy hair gave him a very exotic look.
Everett was the classic WASP, broad shoulders, narrow hips, blond hair. Both were so young and cute and the object of many day dreams as well as the subject of much gossip among the girls.
Jack stepped forward and without the slightest pause quickly stripped down to a pair of very tight, bright white briefs. As he turned and bent down to gather his discarded clothes, piling them on top of Cal's, I was transfixed by the sight of his ass. It looked rock hard with the cutest ass dimples in the sides of his cheeks. In profile, his bulge was even more pronounced and judging by the protrusion, he was really packing something. His entire body was lean and taut, like the young athlete he was rumored to be.
Everett then stepped forward and also without complaint stripped down to another pair of white briefs nearly a match for Jack's. He was taller and heavier than Jack but also fit and built more like a football player than Jack's lean track star look. But like his fellow intern, he was filling out his briefs nicely and had an equally rock hard ass as he added his discarded clothing to the pile.
I was now staring at three of the best looking men I'd even seen, each dressed only in a tight pair of briefs.
I was nearly in heaven.
It was difficult to take my eyes off of them, but they, along with the rest of the company, turned their attention to their three Asian female co-workers. All of them looked nervous at the task ahead, especially the large breasted one.
Cal looked on them with obvious sympathy. It was clearly not an act despite the performance he was putting on, he honestly cared for the wellbeing of his team, and especially these women. But he was also, judging from the sight, a red-blooded male and had to appreciate the beauty these women were about to offer us. After a brief moment of decision, he called for Megan, the large breasted woman, to step forward.
Megan was probably in her early 30's, still single and with something of a wild reputation. As I watched her step forward, I realized, not for the first time that she possessed a great set of tits. And since it was rare to see such large breasts on an Asian woman, the speculation around the office was they had to be fake.
Fake or not, she loved to show them off, constantly wearing deep cut blouses and driving the guys crazy with her ample cleavage.
Considering her circumstances, if ever there was the perfect excuse to show off your tits, this was surely it. And knowing this, it was a safe assumption that every guy in the company was now anticipating her naked breasts, realizing there was nothing underneath that camisole.
Of course, she always had the option to put on the 'native attire'. But even then, she'd have to do it in front of us, promising everyone at least a glimpse. And in the end, that thin strip of material would do little to cover such large ... assets.
Yet Megan seemed stunned. The exhibitionist so ubiquitous in the office was suddenly nowhere to be found.
She seemed unable to move as she looked down at the fabric in her hands.
"How are we supposed to do this?" she asked Cal, pleadingly.
More teasing? Com'on already.
Cal didn't have an answer as he shook his head slowly before suggesting that she remove her pants first, if only to delay the inevitable.
This made sense to Megan apparently as she slowly kicked off her shoes. The tight white pants she was wearing didn't do much to hide the cut of her underwear, which judging from the visible lines of her panties would reveal a good portion of her ass cheeks when all was said and done. Megan unsnapped the pants and peeled them off her narrow hips before pushing them down to the ground. As she bent forward, we were given further proof that she was bra-less with a clear look down her cleavage as her breasts dangled free from restraint for a brief moment.
Stepping out of the pants, we were treated to a pair of long and shapely legs. As predicted, her panties were indeed miniscule with just a tiny triangle of fabric on the front and another wedged in the back, each bound by a thin band of elastic around the waist leaving the sides of her hips completely bare.
For the guys, that would have been enough to drive most of them crazy. But now her top loomed large.
Again the anticipation was building.
And again she seemed unable to make a move. She picked up the thin fabric and tested the length over the top of the camisole. As expected, it didn't quite reach around to the back. And it didn't even seem to be wide enough to cover her nipples. As she stood flummoxed, she looked as though she was about to cry.
Cal stepped in to plead her case with Robert. A brave move, I thought. At least he was willing to test the boundaries.
He calmly stated, "You can't make her do this. It's not fair to her. That tiny cloth isn't nearly enough."
Robert gave him a stern look before stating, "Everyone must participate to some degree."
All eyes turned back to Megan. It seemed we were at an impasse and Robert wasn't about to budge. Megan looked ready to cry again. Surprising modesty from someone who did everything to ensure we saw as much of her tits as legally possible in the office.
Cal wasn't ready to give up yet. He looked down at her with clear sympathy in his eyes. I think he honestly had feelings for her.
And what if she still refused? Would they forcibly strip her? What were the consequences of rebellion?
I had to believe we were about to find out as the male staff all around us, attentive and on alert seemed ready to enforce Robert's will.
Then Cal tried one more time to negotiate with Robert, saying, "Can we substitute something else for her top?"
Robert didn't answer at first. Then a thin smile formed across his face as he said, "Everyone must take off something, but if you like, each team can substitute one additional undergarment for another item of clothing. The team leader will decide which item stays and which item goes."
Even before the implications of this started to sink in, Cal had slipped his thumbs in his briefs and pushed them off his hips.
The move caught me and everybody else by surprise as it registered on us that we were now staring at his naked cock. His naked cock! Several of the women in the company gasped at the sudden and unexpected sight, as much in surprise as admiration.
I think because it was a very large cock, just hanging there, defiantly beneath a tuft of light blond pubic hair. Megan seemed shocked as well looking down wide eyed at her boss's exposed genitals and realizing the sacrifice he had made on her behalf, assuming now that she could keep her top on after all.
It was an incredible act of self denial.
And still, I realized Robert had just given incredible power to each manager. Dave for instance, were he not already trouser-less, could order one of his girls to be topless or bottomless, all at his whim.
But despite those thought, I still couldn't get over the fact that I was looking at one of my co-workers, completely naked! Something unimaginable only moments ago.
"I just can't see you in pain" Cal said to Megan, with a look of sympathy in his eyes trying to explain her obvious surprise.
Megan was in tears again, this time for different reasons as she gave Cal a big hug. Her breasts pressing through the thin camisole flattened against his naked chest. His naked cock pressing into her belly as she pulled him tight against her.
I was still in disbelief that he had done that. The shock was yet to wear off in seeing a fully naked man who would be spending the entire evening like that. In front of everybody! It was incredible. Unreal.
Again, Robert was right. I would never be able to see Cal again without his naked image seared in my consciousness. What a wonderful treat as I exchanged wild eyed looks with Adriana and Jan at the sight.
That Megan had been spared her humiliation gave me some hope. Though I realized it came at someone else's expense and so did she. Megan had to feel guilty about that.
Not that Cal seemed to mind. He was as natural naked as he was giving a presentation in front of a large audience. So confident. He certainly had a body to be proud of, so why would he feel shame? Give the people the product they want.
I couldn't help but fast forward to my own situation. I was as large as Megan. When my turn came, the same tiny strip of cloth would do as little to cover me as it did her.
Would Carolyn save me? Could I allow her to considering what it might mean for someone else?
Cal pulled himself away from Megan's hug and called for Brenda next.
Brenda stepped forward and I left my momentary hypothetical to see what would happen next. Brenda was the youngest woman in the group, in charge of social media. She was generally a bright flirty personality, but was much thinner than Megan and small breasted, perhaps an A cup if I had to guess through the light sundress she was wearing.
She looked down at Cal's naked member with a smile on her face.
"Nice one, boss." was all she said, stating what I thought was the obvious. But in the end, he probably inspired her, because without any hesitation, she grabbed the hem of her sundress and in one fluid motion pulled the dress up and over her head to a series of gasps and claps, even a whistle. Cal had the crowd worked up, and by now they couldn't help but participate.
The cheers were well warranted because Brenda was standing there topless as she discarded the dress onto the ever growing pile of clothes at her feet. She didn't bother to hide or cover her tits or anything as she reached down casually to pick up the cloth strip off the ground. With the guys heartily applauding, she calmly wrapped the cloth around her chest, and finding enough material left over, wrapped the cloth around again, completely covering her small tits.
When the cloth doing a reasonable job concealing her breasts, my attention turned to the rest of her body. Her legs were long and thin and it seemed she had an inordinately wide gap between her inner thighs for such a small frame. The space seemed to make the features of her crotch more apparent as I noticed her pussy lips visibly poking' through her thin panties from the light of the fire behind her.
Was she aroused? I couldn't quite tell, but I knew I was increasingly.
Marsha was the last of the Asian marketing women still dressed. She was probably 28 or 29 and wearing a sundress with spaghetti straps over some firm B-cups. Stepping forward she seemed captivated by Cal's cock.
I heard her mutter, almost to herself, "Damn, Boss. That's gonna be hard to beat."
It's almost as if there was a competition among them. Who could best market the goods? Because after a moment, she continued the steady string of surprises.
With a wink at Cal, she turned to face him, momentarily looking down at his cock, she slipped the thin straps off her bare shoulders and let the dress fall to the ground with her hands at her side. Like Brenda she was topless for the moment and her position gave everyone, especially Cal, a nice view of her tits. They were perfectly pert, standing straight out in profile with long erect nipples. And to top it all off, she did a quick 360, letting us all know she was now wearing nothing but a thong and showing us a fully exposed, and very tight, ass paired perfectly with those delightful B-cups.