Part 20
"All right, ladies," Shawna called out authoritatively. "We've just got to figure out the beats of the internet version of Mr. Johnson's last three scenes. We need to block this out and shoot it tonight, so Joy will have something in the can to work her editing magic on, and prevent us from falling any further behind on our very tight schedule." She looked at the happy faces around her. "Suggestions for us to start with?"
Anna said, "We'll be starting from when I sneakily tuck the seat of Mr. Johnson's pants into his office door. And obviously, I'll have to tuck his pants AND boxers into the door for the internet version. When he stumbles toward Julie's desk, he'll be leaving part of his pants and all of his underwear in the door."
Pretty female heads nodded all around, but Tim stepped forward. The urgency of the moment made him temporarily forget that he was wearing only his boxers, shoes and socks. "That doesn't make sense! Boxers wouldn't tear off in the door like that. All of the cloth in the waistband and seams wouldn't just shred under a little bit of pressure."
As he looked around the room at his audience, he first intended to read their expressions, to see how well his argument was landing, and maybe which women looked to be the most open to persuasion. But as he scanned their faces, he noticed that all of them were watching him with bemused expressions, their eyes locked below his waist. Tim suddenly realized that they had only half heard him, if even that.
He looked down at his mostly bare body, and his obvious bulge in the front of his gray boxers, and moved his hands back there to shield himself from them. He looked over at Julie, and saw that the young blonde was still holding his pants in her arms. "Could I have those please?"
Julie reluctantly moved her eyes up and over his flat belly and chest, before reaching his face. He held one arm out in front of him, while keeping the other over his crotch, and she seemed to realize just now that she had his pants. She stepped forward and handed them to him, and then the entire room was silent for several seconds while the females enjoyed the sight of Tim wriggling his way into his pants. His round buns shifted and bounced as he turned in a half circle, as did his cotton-covered dick as he pulled his pants up in front, and quickly zipped up.
Tim looked up to find his audience all appearing to regain their train of thought, and felt some anger at his unfair situation warring with his extreme embarrassment. "As I was saying, boxers wouldn't just rip like that. My pants didn't rip all the way off, right? Only what was stuck in the door tore away, and that just left a hole. It didn't destroy the pants completely!"
Shawna surprised him by taking his side. Her pretty brown eyes were sparkling as she spoke, and he was not foolish enough to think that she wasn't enjoying this, but she seemed to be the only female in the room who was thinking clearly. "He's right," she said. "As much fun as it would be to have his boxers tear completely off, it's not believable. We're going for sexy and funny in this ad, but pushing believability too far might take some of the fun out of the ad."
"Exactly," Tim said. "We've already got the shot of me without my underwear on the ladder. And that's already more nudity than you girls showed in your version of the ad."
Mia protested, "My whole ass was exposed on that ladder!"
Julie said, "And mine was bared under the table, too!"
Tim said, "Both of you kept your panties on!"
"Yeah," Mia said, "but we both had such extreme wedgies that we were basically bare-ass naked."
Tim said, "'Basically' naked isn't the same as naked."
"I've got it," Shawna said, and everyone turned to look at her. "You girls weren't completely naked, so it's not fair to strip Mr. Johnson completely either. But I think it's fair for him to show as much skin as you girls did in your scenes."
Tim didn't like the sound of that. "But I've already been bared once, and neither of them was exposed more than one timeβ"
Joy interrupted. "We need to cut out some of Mr. Johnson's boxers, just like we did to his pants. That's more believable - there's no reason his shorts wouldn't tear just like his pants did - and it will still give him some measure of coverage."
"I can make that work," Pam said. The brunette walked up to Tim and locked one arm in Tim's, and tugged him toward his office door. "If you ladies will give us a few moments, I'll do a few alterations, and we'll be ready to shoot."
Tim reluctantly allowed Joy to tug him along with her. When they went into his office, she closed the door behind them. Just as he was starting to turn back toward her, she put a hand on his shoulder and turned him away. Confused, he looked back over his shoulder, and saw that she was starting to kneel behind him.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm cutting some of your boxers off, silly." She had the scissors in her right hand, and with her left she grabbed his butt cheek, and drew the material of his boxers away from his skin.
Tim whirled around, knocking her hand away. "Hey! Don't do that!"
Pam looked up at him innocently. "You heard the plan, right? I need to cut your boxers."
"Not when I'm wearing them!" Tim said, take a step back.
Pam stood. "Why not? I'll be very careful not to nick your skin - not when your rear end is going to be the star of our ad!" Tim did not look amused. Pam said, "What difference does it make? I'm going to be seeing your bare bottom one way or the other in a minute or two."
"That's not the point," Tim said, noticing the whiny tone in his own voice. And as he thought about it, she had a point. But it somehow seemed wrong to just stand there helplessly, while she cut part of his clothes away.
"Here," he said, turning her back toward the door and gently nudging her in that direction. "Let me pass these out to you, and you can cut a small hole, and then pass them back."
She walked, but looked back at him with a smile. "You're so shy! This must be killing you!"
Tim rolled his eyes, and sarcastically said, "Ha ha. I'm glad you're enjoying this so much."
"I really am!" the little brunette said enthusiastically, as if she didn't understand his sarcasm.
"Stay right there," Tim said, shutting the door in her face. He carefully locked it, then looked around the room. He grabbed a towel from the chair beside the rolling rack of clothes and quickly undid his pants. He pushed them down and off, stepped out of them, and then dropped his boxers. He put the boxers on the desk, and quickly wrapped the towel tightly around his waist.
He didn't trust these women, and he wasn't going to give one of them the chance to steal his towel!
He went back to the door, unlocked and opened it, and handed his boxers to Pam, who happily took them. Before she could say anything, he closed the door again and locked it.
Pam turned and walked over to Julie's desk, where most of the women were gathered.