Part 22
The girls all began moving over toward the low glass table. Tim deliberately hung back, not wanting to walk in front of them, which would give them even more chance to laugh and taunt him over his exposed rear end. Mia and Julie also slowed down, to keep themselves in leering distance of their hot boss' bare ass.
Joy started to set the camera up on the tripod, but then she thought better of it. "I think we can just do this hand-held."
"Oooh," Mia said, gesturing toward Tim's backside with her hand cupped as if to grab a handful of his round rump, "what are we going to be holding in our hands?"
"Hilarious," Tim groaned, as he pivoted to keep his exposed posterior out of his petite Asian's employee's reach.
"The camera," Joy chided her. "I'm going with a hand-held camera." Mia gave Tim a disappointed pout.
Shawna scattered some papers underneath the far edge of the table. "Just one more shot and we'll be done for the day."
Tim started to bend over to get down on the floor, but then noticed the women jockeying for position behind him. A moment's thought about what he'd be showing if he wasn't careful convinced him to turn and modestly lower himself to the carpet, butt first. Then he rolled onto his stomach and started to crawl under the table, knowing the picture his bare buns were presenting.
When he was halfway under the table, Shawna said, "Don't forget to undo your belt and pants." She winked at the other women. "We wouldn't want Julie's tug to pull your boxers off along with your pants!"
Tim grimaced. For a moment he thought about crawling backwards out from underneath the table, but mentally pictured the view he'd be giving the girls around the table, and decided that the lesser of two evils was to undo his belt and pants in place. But that strategy involved shimmying and wiggling around in a tight space as he reached underneath him to undo his belt and then unsnap and unzip his pants.
The women in the room were delighted with his choice, since it resulted in their attractive colleague putting on what almost looked like a performance of horizontal, bottomless twerking. At one point he raised his ass off the floor enough to reach beneath him, resulting in pressing his cheeks up against the glass, which elicited snickers all around. The sensation of the cool glass on his skin and the feminine laughter made him flatten out quickly, pressing his penis hard into the carpet.
By the time he was done, his gyrations had reinvigorated his humiliating hard-on again, and he was flushed from both embarrassment and his struggles.
"That was entertaining," Joy said as she stood over the table and focused her camera downward. "All right, Tim. The shots from the tv version cover almost everything we need, from you getting stuck, to Julie's positioning herself at your foot, to your shocked expression when you lose your pants. All we need now is a few money shots of your adorable bare bottom before and after your helpful employee helps you out of your pants."
Tim could feel himself blushing - even his ears felt hot! - and he said, "Okay, okay, let's get this over with."
"Whatever you say," Joy said. "The first shot will be you wiggling for a few seconds, as you realize that you're stuck. Let me just get your tushie in focus... And... Go!"
Tim rolled slightly to his right, and then to his left, then pulled his left leg up a few inches and propelled himself forward, before wriggling around in mock-frustration.
The women all watched eagerly, as their boss' firm, bare buns rolled and jiggled under the table, in a scene that they all found simultaneously comic and erotic.
Danielle noticed that Sandy, standing beside her, was craning to get a clear view of Tim's bare, out-thrust ass, while she dropped her left hand unconsciously down toward her crotch. Danielle leaned toward her and whispered, "Do you like what you see?"
Sandy was startled, and then looked sheepish as she moved her hand away from herself. "He's SO hot!"
Danielle grinned and nodded.
"Got it," Joy said. "Now we'll just get the shot with your pants coming off."
Julie clapped and bounced over toward Tim's feet. But Mia put a hand out to stop her. "If she's not going to be in this shot, how about one of the rest of us get the chance to pull Mr. Johnson's pants off?"
Pam and Becky both said, "Yeah!" at the same time.
Anna said, "But how are we going to decide who gets to do it?"
"Rock paper scissors!" Mia said.
Kaitlyn said, "That's fair. But you don't get to do it, because you already got to yank his pants and boxers down when he was on the ladder."
Mia pouted while the other women nodded in agreement. Tim closed his eyes and dropped his head onto the carpet. "I can't believe this."
Anna stepped forward and made a fist, but before the other women could join her, Shawna said, "I'm going to pull rank, ladies. If anyone should get to pull an employee's pants down, it should be his boss."
"Boo!" several of the women said, even as they smiled. Shawna waved away their objection and stepped around toward Tim's feet. She knelt and lightly slapped one of his calves, waggling her eyebrows at her audience as Tim flinched from the contact.
"Let's get these nasty old pants off, Mr. Johnson," she said, grinning, "so you can be more comfortable."
Tim groaned, but didn't protest. He just wanted this to be over.
Shawna got a firm grip on both of his pant-legs at the ankle, and then looked at Joy expectantly. Joy nodded, then moved to a spot beside Tim's knees, and focused the camera on his exposed rump. "Action!"
Shawna took a quick step backward, and with a sharp tug, Tim's pants whipped over his butt and down his legs, leaving him in just his backless boxers. His lower body shook for a moment with the force of his denuding, and everyone held their breath. Then a gust of applause and laughter burst from his audience.
As soon as Joy said, "Got it!" Tim quickly wiggled backwards from beneath the table, then rolled to one side and clamped both of his hands over his erection, and stood up quickly. He was flushed red from the neck up, and he couldn't meet any of his colleagues' eyes as they surrounded him and applauded.
Tim started for his office door, but Joy's voice stopped him. "Whoa! We just need one more shot." Tim turned to look at her, confused. "The rear shot of you standing in front of your employees."
