Part 32
A few minutes later, the camera was set up once again for a final sequence, this time for the internet version.
Pam went into the separate area of the locker room, and found Tim standing in front of his locker with his towel tied tightly around his waist, looking worried. She said in a soothing voice, "Why do you look so scared? There's only one more quick sequence to shoot, and then it will be over!"
Tim anxiously said, "I know."
"So what's theβ" Pam began, but then stopped herself. "Are you still... excited?"
She took a step toward him, and Tim hopped back, blushing. She knew exactly what he was thinking: she'd sneakily taken him in her mouth earlier, and that had only made his situation worse!
When Tim didn't answer, Pam grabbed his hand, and gave it a little tug. "It's no big deal. The pouch will keep you mostly covered." She turned and pulled him by the hand. When she felt that he was following after her, she released his hand, and turned away from him, leading him toward the open area between the locker room and the showers.
Facing away from him now, she allowed her lips to curl into a sly grin. If the poor guy only knew what was happening to the damp fabric of his tiny posing pouch right now, he'd run for his life! Sneaky Pam knew that she was at least as wet as his posing pouch, and that thought made her grin grow bigger.
She sang out over her shoulder, "Just don't think any sexy thoughts." And then she surreptitiously pulled the waistband of her snug shorts a little tighter, and put a little extra ass wiggle in her walk.
Tim's eyes dropped to Pam's pert little behind as she sashayed ahead of him, unable to follow her advice.
As the two of them emerged into the open area between the lockers and the showers, Tim pulled his attention away from Pam's sexy walk, and noticed that something in the atmosphere was different. All of the female eyes in the room were on him, and those eyes seemed just a little brighter than they had been before.
Unbeknownst to Tim, as soon as Sandy and Joy had come back from the alley, they began whispering to the other girls. The words "posing pouch" and "water soluble" were electric, and they rocketed quietly around the room. Within minutes, the manic horniness level in the room was unmistakable, and it was all the women could do to keep the sly smiles off their faces as Tim was led into the room.
As Shawna noticed the wary look on Tim's handsome face, she took charge. "Okay, this scene should go pretty quickly. We can use most of the set-up from the tv version, and we'll only need a few reaction shots from the ladies, so we can jump ahead to near the end of the shoot."
Shawna knew that Tim would welcome that idea - "this will all be over soon!" - and he did. If he had been thinking a little more clearly, he might have noticed that the women's reaction shots to his implied nudity would be identical in the tv and internet versions, which meant that there was no legitimate reason for all of them to witness his embarrassment again. Not to mention Becky and Pam and Danielle, none of whom technically needed to be here.
But Tim was not thinking clearly. He was embarrassed, and horny, and dreading the moment that he'd have to stand under the shower in just that posing pouch!
Shawna's voice brought him back to the moment. "We've got the camera in place. This first shot is you walking into the shower. We'll use the close-up shot of you slapping your towel over the top of the divider from the tv version."
Tim nodded, and got into place. Shawna held her hand out to him expectantly, and he looked at it blankly for just a second. Then he looked down at his towel, blushed, and fumbled at it quickly, before he could lose his nerve.
He loosened the knot in the towel and undid it. As he pulled it away from his waist, he turned away from the other women standing around near the entrance, and handed the towel sideways to Shawna, who gladly took it. Her eyes dropped to Tim's untanned white buns. With him standing in three-quarter profile to her, their firm roundness was enticingly displayed!
Tim saw Shawna's eyes drop, and quickly turned away, knowing that all of the women in the room now had a nice, unobstructed view of his backside, covered only by the tiny strings going sideways across the top of his rump and vertically down between his cheeks. What he didn't know is that while she took in the side view of his fine ass, she was also examining the strings of his pouch, and noticing several frayed sections that he was blissfully unaware of.
He took a deep breath. Joy was at the camera, and she said, "Let's get a little smoke in here." Sandy opened a valve on the smoke machine, and directed the nozzle toward the showers. In a few seconds, some smoke appeared and pushed forward.
"Not too much," Joy said. "The hot water is not on yet, plus we don't want so much smoke that the audience won't be able to see that Mr. Johnson is bottomless."
Tim stood there, aware of a few giggles from behind him, and the heat in his face. When Joy finally said, "Action," he started walking to the showers. He could feel the women's eyes on his mostly bare ass, but he made himself walk at a leisurely, natural pace.
He got to the shower wall, and stepped to one side, turning on the water. The spray came out, and he adjusted its temperature. When it was comfortably warm, he stepped under it. Still facing the wall, he reached out and got some shampoo. As the water coursed over his body, he started shampooing his short, brown hair.
Danielle leaned toward Shawna and quietly said, "That's a lot of water. How long do you think the pouch will last?"
Shawna couldn't help smiling. "I don't know. I only found out that Pam had doctored the pouch a few minutes ago."
Danielle returned her excited smile, and said, "I think that girl deserves a raise!"
Shawna said, "Absolutely."
The women all watched eagerly, focusing on the scrap of fabric that was Tim's only covering, and willing it to disintegrate. Shawna took up her humiliating commentary, even though there was no camera on Tim's four employees, whose actions she was supposedly narrating.
"Tim's sneaky employees creep into the shower room, and are stopped in their tracks at the sight of their hunky boss' totally naked body!"
Tim's ears burned as he continued to rub the shampoo into his scalp.
Joy said, "Okay, the hot water is on, so give us a little more smoke."
Sandy said, "You got it," and pointed the nozzle and released more smoke.
"Okay," Shawna said, tingling with anticipation and winking at an excited Danielle, "time for the Full Monty. As Mr. Johnson turns around, the girls' jaws drop open, shocked at what they see."
Tim groaned to himself. Why did she have to provide that mortifying commentary?! He was embarrassed enough already, and for some reason, the words "Full Monty" sent a chill up his (naked) spine. He tried to make himself turn toward the camera, but Shawna's words echoed off the tile walls, and he felt paralyzed.
The women were all at such a peak of excitement that Tim's inaction seemed to stretch out for an hour. They gave each other questioning, side-ways looks, as Tim continued with the shampoo, streams of water pouring down over his shoulders and back, and over his perfectly sculpted buns.
Shawna cleared her throat, and repeated herself. "As Mr. Johnson turns around, the girls are shocked and delighted."
Tim's paralyzing spell was broken, and he forced himself to pivot to one side. He kept his hands up in his hair, and his eyes closed against the sudsy water that ran in rivulets down over his face. But even if there had been no shampoo in his hair he'd have kept his eyes clamped shut.