Young Boss Tricked & Exposed Ch. 18-19

Part 18

Joy and the women in charge -- Danielle and Shawna -- didn't want to waste any time, so they started to immediately set up the next shot.

When Tim saw Kaitlyn get her cup of coffee from the kitchen, he said, "That's not hot, right?"

"Of course not, Mr. Johnson," Kaitlyn said to him, with a twinkle in her eye. "But I'm sure that you'll be able to sell the idea that it's hot, with your acting skills."

"He is a surprisingly good actor," Sandy said. "In fact, all of you are."

Mia said, "He especially good at pretending to be embarrassed. Brad Pitt couldn't do it any better!"

"Yeah," Tim said, under his breath. "Pretending."

Shawna playfully punched Tim lightly in the shoulder. "Brad Pitt wouldn't look much better than our guy here, either."

Tim looked around him at the happy, chattering women. Some of them were moving purposefully, getting the camera into place, blocking out where the next scene would start, or running lines. The rest were just chatting and grinning, and looking at him too often, and for too long.

Tim was aware of the surreal strangeness of standing in his office, surrounded by women, with the seat of his pants gone, and his underwear on display. Not to mention that he would shortly be shirtless, too.

Shirtless! Tim looked around and said, "I need to go to the bathroom before we shoot this next scene," and he made his way to the men's. Once inside he looked at the closed door, and then dropped to the floor and did 40 quick push-ups.

He felt silly and self-conscious for doing this, and mortified that he would soon be showing even more skin. But as long as he was stuck in this humiliating dilemma, he wanted to look as good as he could. And a vigorous set of push-ups would get the blood flowing, and the pecs a little more pronounced.

By the time he finished the pushups, he was breathing more quickly. He got up and washed his hands, and headed back out to the office.

The ladies were waiting for him. Joy was just shooting a few seconds of Kaitlyn pouring a cup of coffee from the pot, when she tilted her head. Joy did a quick close-up, and Tim recognized the by now all-too-familiar expression: a slight flare of the nostrils, followed by a sly, lusty grin.

Tim walked over near his office door, and Joy and Kaitlyn followed. Anna took up her same position beside the door, the torn-out material from Tim's pants still in her hand.

Joy said, "We're picking up from right after Tim lost the seat of his pants in the door. Kaitlyn just picked up the irresistible scent of his Naked Attraction, and she's coming to check him out." The other women in the room smiled, but Tim did his best to ignore them.

"Tim," Joy continued, "you're embarrassed that you've just lost part of your pants, and you're going to turn to flee the room, just as Kaitlyn comes around the corner with her cup of coffee. And remember: the coffee is supposed to be really hot. Does everyone know their lines?"

Anna and Kaitlyn were all smiles. "Yes!" Tim was more subdued, just nodding. He reached around behind him with both hands, resting them on the seat of his exposed boxers.

Joy got behind the camera and said, "Action!"

Tim turned abruptly toward the kitchen, just as Kaitlyn walked into the shot, with the coffee cup in her right hand leading the way. She jumped in surprise just as Tim bumped into her, and her cup tilted forward, drenching him with the coffee from just below his neck down to his mid-chest.

Kaitlyn looked shocked, and then frightened, as Tim gasped, a pained look on his face. He yanked both hands off of his derriere and held them out horizontally, pulling the hot, wet shirt away from his chest.

"Oh no!" Kaitlyn said. "I'm so sorry!"

"He's going to be burned!" Anna said. "Quick, get this shirt off!"

The girls leaped into action. Anna stepped in first, from Tim's left, and started to unbutton his top button. Kaitlyn was moving a second later; she reached for the lower part of his shirt, just above his beltline, and tugged it upwards and out of his pants.

Tim looked alarmed and frozen, as his two attractive employees made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. In a matter of seconds, Anna was stepping around behind him, tugging the sides of his shirt open and toward his shoulders, while Kaitlyn was directly in front of him, tugging the bottom sides of his shirt toward his waist.

Joy said, "Cut," then moved the camera to get a few quick close-ups, first of Anna as she stepped around behind Tim, raising herself onto her tiptoes as she pulled his shirt open and looked down at his chest from over his shoulder. Then at Kaitlyn, first frowning in concentration as she worked Tim's buttons apart, then widening her eyes, first in shock, then in horny appreciation.

Then Joy set up right in front of Tim, to get a close-up shot of his shirt being opened to expose his chest. He was tanned and fit, and though he wasn't super-ripped like a hard-core gym rat, he had a nice six-pack, and a trim waist, with a flat lower stomach that drew murmurs of approval from his female audience when his shirt parted to reveal it.

The pushups had helped, as his pecs looked taut and well-defined. His light brown nipples had puckered from the cold, wet coffee soaking his shirt, and stood erect in the cool, office air. A soft wave of appreciative female "mmm"s could be heard around the room.

Joy said, "Nice!" and then moved her camera back a bit. "Okay, girls, stay in place. Tim, pull the shirt almost closed again."

When they'd done that, Joy set the camera up to record Tim in a half-body, upper-body shot, from just below his beltline. "Action."

Once again, Kaitlyn pulled the bottom of Tim's shirt open, and Anna pulled the top apart, then kept going until she had it opened to the tips of both shoulders. Then she tugged it over his shoulders and off, and then down his arms, which were muscular without being disproportionally large. Kaitlyn had released her grip on the shirt, so that Anna could pull it down and off of his arms, as she stepped around to stand beside Kaitlyn.

Joy kept rolling as Tim stood for several second, looking very uncomfortable as his shirt was removed. A few rivulets of dark coffee still ran down from his pecs to his abdominals, and after his shirt was pulled off and his hands were freed, he awkwardly crossed his arms high over his chest, a little like a woman, trying to hide her breasts.

Joy ended that shot, and then picked up a reaction shot of Kaitlyn and Anna, standing side by side as they looked over their boss, from his handsome, blushing face down across his chest and toward his beltline. Anna balled his shirt up in her hands in a way that suggested that Tim wouldn't be getting it back, as both women smiled lustfully at their boss in his predicament.

Then Kaitlyn stepped forward and reached out, and Joy caught her putting one hand flat against Tim's abs, and sliding it upward to catch a few rogue drips of coffee. Tim shivered slightly at her touch, in a reaction that everyone knew was not acting.

Anna held Tim's shirt in front of her and said, "I'll go soak this in the sink." She took a few steps backwards, not wanting to turn away from the sight of her half-naked, embarrassed boss. After another step back, she bumped against the wall, startled. It was a nice, comic touch, and once again, not really acting.

"And cut!" Joy said, and Danielle, Sandy and Shawna all gave a short, impromptu round of applause. "You all look like professional actors!" Sandy said. Anna and Kaitlyn grinned, and even Tim smiled weakly.

"Well, the next sequence is Julie's," Shawna said. "We might as well get that one now too, before we move back to the door to shoot the internet version of the last three scenes."

Hearing the phrase "internet version" brought Tim back to reality, and he could almost feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up, before he forced himself to think only about the sequence he was going to shoot first.

Part 19

Joy, Shawna, Danielle and Sandy had already discussed how they were going to tweak Julie's scene from the original video. (Tim wasn't sure why Sandy was involved in any of these discussions. For a number crunching analyst, she was suddenly very wrapped up in the various ways he was going to be losing his clothes on camera!)

The obvious part was that Tim -- not Julie -- would be the one going underneath the low, glass coffee table to retrieve something that Julie dropped. The women all gathered around -- now Pam, Becky and Tim's employees were all budding directors! -- and tried to work out the scene.

Julie herself finally came up with the plan that they went with. "So I'm sitting at my desk, watching my hunky boss tear off the back of his pants, and then get doused with coffee and de-shirted—"

"That's not a word," Tim groused softly.

"So naturally," Julie continued, "when his gorgeous chest is bared, I get a big whiff of Naked Attraction, and my devious mind goes to work." Her co-workers grinned at the way the recently more submissive little blonde was becoming a confident female horn-dog before their eyes.

"Since my now half-naked employer had just ordered me to send some important documents to a client, I grab those documents from my desk, and start to carry them around, past the coffee table."

"Wouldn't you just be emailing important documents?" Mia asked, smiling.

Julie crossed her arms over her perky breasts and gave an insincere pout. "How would sending an email help me get my hot boss's pants off?"

Mia chuckled. "Good point."

Julie walked around her desk with some papers in her hand, to demonstrate. "Whoops!" She pretended to stumble, tossing the papers underneath the front of the desk, and then turned and smiled at Tim, crooking a finger at him. "It's a good thing my big, strong boss is here, to help a lady out."

Now Tim crossed his arms. "Wouldn't your boss tell you to get those papers yourself?"

Julie paused at that, and thought for a moment. "Yes," she said, "he probably would. But I'm wearing such a tight skirt that when I try to kneel or bend over low enough to reach under the table, I can't do it."

"First," Tim said, "you're not wearing a tight skirt."

Julie looked down at her comfortably loose skirt, then looked up and found Pam with her eyes. "Pam, do you have a really tight skirt for me in wardrobe?"

Pam grinned at Julie, then at Tim. "I think I can arrange that!"

Several females giggled at the clever counter move, but Tim didn't give up.

"Second," he said, "wouldn't a boss of a cute young secretary like you be content to watch you wriggling around in your tight skirt, until you managed to pick up the papers that you'd dropped?"

Kaitlyn said, "Oh, you must have missed the memo. The focus of this campaign has changed, and we're not here to wiggle our cute little butts for your pervy enjoyment."

"Yeah," Anna said. "You're here to wiggle YOUR cute little butt for OUR pervy enjoyment!"

Surrounded by laughing women again, Tim finally admitted defeat.

Julie practically skipped away with Pam to line up her new, tight skirt, while the other females prepared for the shot and ran through some minor tweaks to make everything work. While these women all worked in a creative industry, it seemed that this situation really got their creative juices -- along with a few other juices! -- flowing.

Tim stood there watching them planning the smallest details of his next embarrassment, and feeling the surreality of all this. Less than a week ago, he had been surrounded by his own attractive subordinates, as they minced and flirted and happily bared themselves to vie for his attention.

And now he stood in the same office, surrounded by the same girls. But this time he was topless, wearing a pair of ripped pants through which his boxer-clad buns protruded as these sly females plotted yet more humiliation for him.

Also, why was he half-hard?!

Pam returned with Julie in tow. Julie did a little spin, showing off her trim figure in a very snug pencil skirt that did nothing to hide her round little rump, and she received several joking wolf whistles from her female co-workers.

The scene happened as planned. Julie's tight skirt limited her to taking short, mincing steps, which contributed to her "stumbling" and tossing the papers under the coffee table. Tim stood bemused, as she made a few comic attempts to kneel beside the table, each time thwarted by her inability to bend in her tight skirt. She gave him a semi-pleading look, and said, "Could you please get those for me? I know that you want me to get them to our client right away, and I'm afraid I'm not dressed for crawling under tables today."

Tim looked frustrated. He clearly didn't relish the thought of climbing under there himself, as he self-consciously reached behind himself and futilely tried to pull the torn edges of his pants together to cover his boxers.

He noticed the sly smiles of Kaitlyn and Anna beside him, and recognized an opportunity to at least limit his audience. He snapped, "Why don't you two take my shirt into the kitchen sink and run some cold water on it, before those coffee stains sink in?"

When they both turned and took a few steps toward the kitchen, Tim turned back to Julie and walked toward the coffee table. As soon as he did that, Kaitlyn and Anna looked back over their shoulders, saw that their boss had diverted his attention, and so they both walked back toward Julie's desk to watch him.

Tim got down onto his knees beside the coffee table, and in the course of doing that, he inadvertently pushed his boxer-covered tush out toward Julie. Joy got a nice close up shot of her looking downward, with a horny grin, as she twirled a lock of her blonde hair above one ear.

Tim wriggled his way under the table, which was perfect for this scene. It was heavy, and low, and made of glass, so that in a moment the well-built man was "stuck" beneath it.

Joy said, "Okay, you'll need to undo your belt and unsnap and unzip your pants."

The women surrounding him all smiled at each other, as Tim sighed and did as he was told. Then he grabbed the papers he was there to retrieve, and pushed them out the other side of the table. Mission accomplished, he tried to reverse himself, but found that he couldn't move.

He looked back up and over his shoulder at Julie, who was smiling down through the glass tabletop at his tush. "Hey!" he said, startling her into guiltily meeting his eyes. "I'm wedged in here. Can you give me a little help?"

Julie started to bend over to grab his ankles, and found out that her tight skirt helped her out again. She couldn't get low enough to reach his ankles, and so improvised. "I can't get down to grab your ankles, so you're going to have to lift your feet up."

Tim went with it, bending his legs up at the knees, so that his calves were off the ground. Julie reached down and firmly grasped one lower calf in each hand. Joy got a close-up of Julie's naughty smile as she saw her opportunity, and then another close-up as she tightened her slim fingers around Tim's lower legs, firmly grasping his pantlegs.

"Here goes!" Julie sang out, and then bent as far as she could. Her shapely rear stuck out behind her as she gave a mighty tug, and Joy's camera caught Tim's pants flashing downward and then off. Julie stumbled backwards with her prize, landing on her skirted bottom without ever letting go of her boss's pants.

Joy set up the camera on floor directly in front of Tim's face. "Okay, Tim. I'm going to count to three, and on 'three' I want you to give me your shocked expression as you feel your pants being ripped away from you."

Tim grimaced at first, and Joy went through four takes before she got the comic effect she was looking for, with the handsome young man's eyes wide and mouth rounding into a surprised "O".

"Excellent!" Joy said, standing up and accepting a high five from Danielle, who was obviously getting into the spirit of this project as much as the other women in the room.

As Pam and Becky lifted the table a few inches, Tim eased himself back out from under it. Self-conscious of the show he was providing, he tried to straighten up while subtly moving his hands in front of him to hide the erection that had gotten stronger, due to the pressure of his penis being pinned on the carpet, and then the quick tug of his pants sliding down over it as Julie de-pantsed him.

"Now for the internet version!' Mia said in an excited squeal, to another round of happy feminine chattering that filled Tim's ears as he grabbed his pants from Julie and speed-walked to his office. He was almost inside when Joy called out, "Wait one more minute."

He half-turned toward her, as all eyes moved to her. She said, "We need to get the final shot for the tv version. Mr. Johnson, you'll be standing here, beside the coffee table, while your delighted employees are in a semi-circle around you, drinking in the eye candy of their nearly nude boss."

Tim found himself blushing once again, but he forced himself to move back into the center of the room, painfully aware that he was wearing only his loafers, dark socks and underwear, in a room filled with fully dressed women.

"That's good," Shawna said. "Keeping your hands locked over your crotch like that gives us just the sexy, lighted hearted embarrassment that this ad is all about."

Tim followed Joy's cue, and stood by the table, looking back toward his office. He wore a mortified look on his handsome, blushing face, and his body language matched his expression: slightly hunched forward; his hands crossed over his bulge, his muscular legs in a slightly knock-kneed position, as if he could hide his shame from his employees.

Joy recorded the reverse shot, putting the camera where Tim had been standing, and panning across his four pretty, young employees, as they looked on in delight at the spectacle of their vulnerable, practically naked employer.

And in a few moments, it was going to get worse for him!