Ted and the New Job Ch. 02

"I do."

"Oh God, show us," demanded Naomi.

Ted turned around and they all gasped.

"Ouch, Ted, you need to get those out of there."

"We have tweezers in the first aid kit," volunteered Elena. "I'll go get them."

"Okay Ted, come over here and bend over and put your elbows on this table," said Naomi.

Ted was about to protest, but realized he did actually need their help.

With Ted bent over the table, the three women smiled at each other and gazed at his butt, while trying not to laugh. Angela pretended to spank him, which elicited a couple of snorts from the other two.

And then Elena was back with tweezers, a flashlight and some band aids.

"I'll do it," cried Maria, the other maid, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. "Well, I do start nursing school in the Fall."

So Maria proceeded to pull out the little spines. There were five of them and she got them out without too much wincing from Ted.

Even though Ted didn't bleed, when Naomi saw that the box of band aids were pink Barbie band aids, she couldn't resist and insisted that he had one bad spot and gently administered one of them to his left butt cheek.

Then before Ted could stand up, Angela said that they needed to be sure they hadn't missed anything. She started to caress his right butt cheek and told Ted to speak up if he felt anything.

Ted felt plenty, but didn't speak up. He did, however, start to breath heavily. She moved over to the left cheek. More caressing.

She then glided her hand down between his legs, causing Ted to jump.

"Just making sure," she said.

Now everybody's breathing was a little erratic.

Finally, she gave him one final swat on the Barbie Cheek and told him he was good to go and he should stand up and turn around and they'd get him that towel.

Ted turned nervously using his hands to cover himself as best he could.

"Why Ted, you're beet red, are you okay," asked Naomi.

"Fine," Ted croaked, "can I just get that towel now?"

Angela came over with the towel. "Okay, babe, raise your arms so I can wrap this around your waist."

"I can do it, myself."

"No you can't," said Angela, "because I have the towel, and the only way you're getting it is if you raise your arms."

Reluctantly, he raised his arms, and turned an even darker shade of red as Angela made sure everyone got a good look at his erection before she wrapped the towel around his waist.

Relieved to have a towel, Ted set his sights on getting back to his room. He asked the maids if one of them could escort him to his room and open his door, but Angela answered for them.

"Sorry, Ted, they are not allowed. Come with me to the front desk, and I'll get you one."

Ted was not looking forward to going to the front desk in just a towel, but he knew that he had no choice. Deja vu all over again.

"I'll come too," volunteered Naomi.

When they got to the front desk, they fell in line behind a woman who was complaining about something or other that was not right with her room.

They waited while she droned on and on. Ted noticed that other people in the lobby were starting to take notice. If he couldn't elicit a smile from anyone here yesterday, that certainly wasn't a problem tonight.

Ted turned to Angela and asked, "Can't you just step back there and get me a new key?"

Angela explained that she could not, since she was not on duty.

"Oh my, looks like someone got locked out of their room!"

Ted turned and saw a middle aged couple behind him, waiting their turn to check in.

"The misses kick you out of your room?"

She had made the first statement and he had asked the question.

The women had large breasts and was obviously proud to show them off. She was a little on the pudgy side, but still attractive.

Ted was wondering what she might have looked like 20 years ago, when he heard some giggling and realized he didn't need to wonder. Behind the couple were their twin daughters, who were absolute knockouts. Red hair, dark freckles, with breasts a little smaller than Mom's.

They both wore crop tops, one blue, one green, that showed off there flat stomachs and white shorts that did the same for their legs.

"We're from Ohio," the man went on, as if talking to a man clad only in a towel was the most natural thing in the world.

"Thought we'd bring the girls on a little vacation as a reward for completing their first year of college."

"I'm Frank Robinson, this is Margot and those two are Maggie and Meghan. And you are?'

"Um I'm Ted."

Just then the receptionist behind the desk called out, "May I help you? Oh Hi Angela, Hi Naomi, whose you're friend here?"

Ted turned back around and saw that the complaining woman had disappeared and he was up.

Angela wasted no time explaining to the woman behind the front desk, everything that Ted had been through, sparing no detail. Her description was punctuated with a lot of "Oh my's" and "Dear Lords" from Margot and even more giggling from the twins.

As the woman made Ted a new key, she tried to keep a sympathetic expression on her face, but Ted could see the laughter in her eyes.

She handed Ted a new key and he asked her, twice, if she was sure she had done it correctly.

He turned towards the elevator and Naomi called after him.

"Hey Ted, that towel is not assigned to your room, so we are going to need it back right now."

The twins each took a deep breath and focused all of their attention on Ted.

Ted looked at all three women who were staring back at him stoned faced.

Naomi, cracked first and then they were all laughing.

"We're just joshing with you Teddy. Have a good rest of your night."

As he headed towards the elevators, Ted was stopped by one or two people from his company and had to make up as boring a story as he could muster about why he was down here in just a towel.

He saw the Robinson family heading towards the elevator, so part of him was glad for the delay.

Once they were away, he quickly walked over and jabbed at the UP button.

When the bell chimed and the elevator doors started to open, Ted prayed it would be empty.

Much to his surprise, he was staring right at Frank, Margot Maggie and Meghan.

"Oopsey," said Margot, "we went down when we should have gone up."

Ted hesitated to get in.

"C'mon Ted," Frank said, gesturing him in. "Better the devil you know. At least you don't have to explain yourself to us."

Ted decided that this actually made sense and climbed on board.

"Which floor," Frank asked.

"Seventeen," said Ted, seeing that nineteen was already lit up.

As they started their slow ascent, the twins spoke up.

"So you were actually running around naked?"

"Did you really sit on a cactus?"

"Did it hurt?"

Not even waiting for answers, the girls started laughing. "God I would have loved to have seen that."

"Maggie, Meghan, leave poor Ted alone," Margot said, but she had a little laughter in her voice that belied her scolding.

As the elevator passed from 15 to 16, intense whispering went back and forth between the twins.

At 17 the doors opened and Ted started to step out. Suddenly, he felt a push on his back and his towel was yanked off as he propelled forward.

He turned back to see the doors closing. Maggie and Meghan were both holding his towel and waving with their free hands. Margot, had a hand up to her mouth, but her eyes were drinking in Ted's naked frame. And the last thing he saw before the doors closed, was Frank, rubbing his forehead and jabbing at the 19 button.

Ted stood in the hall, naked once again. He was relieved to see that he still had his key card.

He jogged over to his door and almost wept when he put the card in the slot and the green light came on. He remembered when he had this same feeling in Laredo and shuddered again at the deja vu of it all.

He sat on the edge of his bed and ran through the events of the last two hours.

While not as humiliating as Laredo, Ted took comfort in the fact that with only a day and a half left at this conference, surely he was done being naked in public.

Poor Ted had no idea that there was more deja vu to come!

*********

The next day, Ted purposefully headed down to breakfast a little late, thinking the fewer people he saw, the better. When he sat down with Alan and Mike, he noticed that they had just started in on their food, so they also had gotten their late.

Both had had rough nights as well. Alan's group had one of those big Velcro walls where everyone is supposed to dress up in a Velcro suit and see who can leap and stick the highest.

They changed things up a bit, however. Only Alan was dressed up in the suit and everyone else tossed him all night.

Mike was pretty tight lipped about what he went through the previous evening, but he did say it ended with him being tossed in the pool fully clothed.

Ted couldn't help but wonder how closely their paths had come to crossing.

When asked, Ted also provided as few details as possible. Yes, he told them, he had been pantsed, but he sort of "yadda, yadda, yaddaed," the rest of the story.

"Do you think that they are done with us now," asked Alan.

Mike snorted, "are you kidding? That was all prelude. Yes, for two of us, things will wind down, but for one of us..."

"Oh God," said Alan, "I don't think I can take much more."

"I'll tell you this," said Mike, "whoever had the worst night last night is probably tonight's target.

Once they get a taste for blood and all that. We just need to have each other's back as much as we can!"

"One for all and all for one." said Ted.

"Exactly," Mike said.

With that, they all got up to leave and headed for their different breakout sessions. Ted turned right and Alan and Mike turned left.

The pair had not gotten too far when they were approached by Melissa and Bev.

"Hey Tweedle's Dee and Dum, we need to talk to you for a minute.

Excited about the Toga party tonite?"

"Um, sure," said Alan.

"Got your costumes?"

"The Togas," Mike said, "yeah, we got them."

"Aaand," said Bev.

"And what," said Mike.

"There was more."

"No," Mike said, "I think that was...

Alan cut him off. "Oh, God!"

Melissa and Bev laughed. "That's right, your man-thongs."

They both turned beet red.

"Those undies were put in specially for just the three of you."

"Oh God," Alan moaned again. "I can't, I just can't."

"Well good news," said Bev, "you might not have too. All you have to do is make sure Ted is wearing his pair. If he does, you don't have too. But if he doesn't, then you both better be wearing them. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am," said Mike.

"Got it," said Alan. "Thank you!"

"Ah you're welcome sweetie," said Melissa as she patted his cheek.

As they turned away, Alan turned to Mike and said, "so how are we ever going to get Ted to do this?."

"I don't know," said Mike, "but we better come up with a plan."

"Right," said Alan and then he sighed, "so much for 'all for one.'"

At first Ted was nervous, certainly he had had the worst night last night and that meant that tonight's humiliations would fall to him.

But the more he thought about it, technically his night wasn't planned to be that bad.

He was supposed to be stripped of his suit, period. The taking of his towel was improvised and everything that happened afterward was a direct result of that. So really, again technically, his humiliation only lasted a few minutes, whereas it seemed Alan's torture went on for at least an hour and who knew what Mike had endured because he wasn't talking, so it must have been pretty bad. "So yeah," Ted thought, "I think I am in the clear."

Ted's conclusion was later confirmed by Mike. He told Ted that he found out that Alan was the main target.

He had been told that the little leopard skin thongs that they were each given were a test and a test that they needed Alan to fail!

"We need to convince Alan NOT to wear his pair as an act of defiance. We need him to think that we also won't wear them, you know, "All for one."'

"So wait," said Ted, "you mean we are actually going to wear just those thongs under our togas?

You know those togas don't even go down to our knees?"

"We will have to endure a 'Panty check' that will involve us mooning a few people, but once we pass the test, we'll receive gym shorts with the company logo as our reward. Alan, will of course fail the Panty Check and as punishment will have to remove his shorts and don a thong right then and there and suffer the consequences for the rest of the night."

Ted was so relieved to hear that he wasn't the night's main target that he agreed to the plan right away.

So that night, before the big event, the double con played out in Alan and Mike's room.

Ted argued that there was no way, he would wear something so humiliating. Mike agreed.

Alan was reluctant and didn't think it wise to cross anyone, but finally agreed that if they all took a stand together, it just might work.

So as agreed, they all decided to wear shorts under their Togas.

Just before they headed out, Mike excused himself to "take a leak."

When he came back in the room, he winked at Ted, implying that he had taken off the shorts and was now only wearing the thong under his toga.

Ted then also announced that he also had to go to the bathroom.

Once Ted was in the bathroom, Mike and Alan each let out a sigh of relief. "I think this is going to work'" Mike said.

With the door closed behind him, Ted pulled down his shorts and tossed them in the corner. He immediately felt vulnerable with just his little thong under his toga. He was already counting down the minutes until he could slip on those company shorts downstairs. As he left the bathroom, it never even occurred to him that he hadn't seen Mike's shorts in there.

When the elevator doors opened, there were the Robinson's.

"Hail Caesar," said Frank.

"Ooh, are you guys going to a Toga Party," asked Margot. "I haven't been to one of those since college!"

Ted blushed when he saw Meghan and Maggie, who just giggled by way of greeting.

Frank and Margot parted to let the three men in, while Meghan and Maggie secured the back wall for themselves. The guys were lost in their own thoughts as the elevator descended.

Mostly they were thinking how silly they must look and couldn't wait to get with more coworkers so they wouldn't stick out so much in the lobby.

With the three men in front of them and their parents at the very front, the two girls couldn't resist themselves. With great stealth, Meghan lifted the back of Alan's Toga and Maggie did the same with Mike's. They were disappointed but not surprised to see that both men were wearing shorts. So when they both lifted the back of Ted's toga, they were delighted to catch yet another glimpse of that adorable butt from the night before.

They both laughed and said "Hey Ted, how come you're the only one not," but then the elevator doors opened and they rushed out before the twins could finish their question.

As the three of them headed for the main ballroom, they felt awkward as they hadn't yet seen a single other person in a toga. That awkwardness morphed into unease when they recognized more and more of their coworkers in evening clothes.

As they walked into the ballroom, it was clear that they were part of a triple con as it were.

There was no Toga party. Oh there had been one planned initially, but it was deemed, well, stupid, so it had been replaced with a good old fashioned regular Fancy Dress Gala. Ted, Alan and Mike had received altered agendas.

Needless to say everyone turned and stared at the three men. There was a lot of initial laughter that rippled through the ballroom and then they were left alone to stew in their embarrassment.

Ted focused on his surroundings as a defense against all the focus on him.

First, he noticed that yes, everyone else was all dressed up. The room was also decorated in a sports motif. There were helium filled balloons representing different teams from various sports interspersed with balloons with the company logo. They were everywhere, tied to the backs of each chair and used as centerpieces on the tables.

He saw that there were two sets of cheerleaders, one from an NFL team and one from an NBA team. They were spaced far from each other and lines were forming as one could get their picture taken with either group. Ted sighed as he looked down at what he was wearing and knew he would not be getting his picture taken that night.

Just as he was thinking about leaving to go change, he noticed Alan putting that thought into action. He was stopped at the door by a few sales reps who not so subtlety steered him back into the center of the room.

"Right," Ted thought, "we're entertainment for tonight, just like these cheerleaders."

He then noticed another gaggle of people between the two cheerleader camps. He was first struck by how beautiful the women in this camp were, giving the cheerleaders a run for their money. He figured out, that these women were the wives of famous athletes, because the famous athletes were standing next to them. He then chided himself for his sexism as he realized that some of the women were athletes in their own right, a tennis player, a skier and a soccer star. There was a line for photos here as well.

Ted was pulled from his reverie as Bev lifted the back of his toga and said "undies check" and laughed. "Why Ted," she said, "I do believe you just mooned half the room."

Ted turned and was relieved to see that most people hadn't noticed, but a few smiles sent his way told him that a some certainly had.

"We'll keep checking in," Bev said over her shoulder as she walked away. This made Ted wonder when Alan's big humiliation was coming. He also wondered where those shorts were that he was promised. He scanned the room and saw Alan and Mike at separate tables, drinks in hand, looking very glum.

"Right," Ted thought, "tonight I drink".

He walked up to the bar and was simultaneously embarrassed and comforted to find Naomi serving drinks.

"Teddy," she cried out, "what can I get you?"

"A drink. Alcohol. Make it strong."

"I know just the thing," she said and started pouring.

"I gotta tell ya though, no matter how much you drink, your still gonna be wearing a Toga.

I saw that woman take a peek a minute ago. Please tell me you're wearing shorts under there."

Ted's hesitation was the only answer she needed.

As he walked away, taking a long swig of his drink, she couldn't help but wonder if that band aid was still there?

The night progressed. Ted started to get a little drunk and he was not alone.

At the Cheerleader stations, a bouncer of sorts was placed to discourage the men and a few of the women from getting too "handsy."

Still, that didn't keep them from having a little fun at Ted's expense. The tables were turned as many of the cheerleaders asked to have their pictures taken with Ted! They teased him unmercifully about his outfit and then unbeknownst to Ted, while one photographer was taking a picture of Ted and a cheerleader, another photographer would take a picture from behind as the cheerleader would surreptitiously lift the back of Ted's toga, exposing his butt cheeks.

These "front/back" pictures would adorn the dressing rooms of many of these cheerleaders for years to come.

The shine was coming off at the athletes area as well. Too many guys telling the athletes how they would have handled a certain play, etc, and too many women telling the wives that they would love to fuck their husbands.

Once again, these wives were happy to use Ted as an outlet to get some of their own back.

They too teased him about his outfit and the drunker ones would grab his crotch and slap his exposed butt or tweak his exposed nipple. At one point, three or four of them set upon him and did all these things simultaneously. Ted had to literally run away, with their laughter and catcalls echoing in his ears.