Before this one starts, I've got a few thoughts about some of the comments on my most recent chapter.
First, it's flattering that a lot of people have gotten invested enough in the story that they write -- several at some length! -- about what they do and don't like about the story. Ironically, some of the critical points -- Shawna needs a comeuppance but won't get it, Tim has become too weak and can never recover -- contradict future twists that are coming in the plot.
Like most writers, I do enjoy receiving positive comments and am encouraged to write more by them. The negative comments are at most mildly irritating, and they won't stop me from writing, or change what I've got planned for the story. But I will ask those writers to consider: this story is now just about at novel length, and I haven't been paid a penny to write it, nor have you paid a penny to read it. So if you find yourself thinking that "reading it might turn out to be a waste of my time" (as one anonymous person said), please stop reading it now, and I'll happily refund the zero dollars that you've invested in it. 😊
Criticism that is meant to be constructive is a different thing, and I really don't mind it, but even with that, I can't say that it will change anything I write. I really think that most of it boils down to saying, "this is not the kind of story I would write, and it deviates from what I would like to read." To which my response is to invite you to write the kind of stories you want to, and post them here, as I've been doing, and to opt out of reading my stories and spend your time reading the kind of stories that you DO like.
There really are stories out there for everyone, here and all over the net. If you like a minimal set-up and jumping straight to graphic sex, you can find that. If you like long stories to be posted all in one sitting, rather than serialized as I write them, find those kinds of stories. If you like violence, or gay stuff, or foot fetishes, or whatever, go nuts!
But if you find yourself writing comments aimed at getting someone to change the kind of stories they want to write to the kind you want to read, I'm afraid you really WILL be wasting your time. And there's no need for that. Just write the kind of stories you want to, and I'll be happy to read those, along with a lot of people around here. And if they're not my cup of tea, I'll move on -- no harm, and no foul.
That being said, for those who like this kind of story, here are two new chapters:
Part 38
The next half hour in the conference room was raucous. The two male focus group members slumped lower in their chairs, while the female group members could barely stay seated in theirs.
When the first ad showed Mia manipulating Tim up onto the ladder, the focus group women were cheering for her. As she placed both hands on the waist of Tim's pants, Ponytail called out, "Get a good grip!" setting off a momentary flurry of giggles.
As Mia looked up at her distracted boss' face, a pretty smile came across her delicate Asian features, before she dropped her head to watch what she was doing.
Then she made a dramatically exaggerated tugging motion.
There was a moment of breathless, silent anticipation in the conference room as the camera switched to a full body shot from behind Tim. This time when his pants slid down, his boxers went with them, revealing his round, muscular, bare cheeks.
"Finally," the redhead said, "we get to see that hottie's bare ass!"
The next shots showed Tim with a panicked expression, looked back down over his shoulder at his suddenly revealed rear end, before he lost his balance and half fell, half leaped onto the ground. Sandy and Joy had only been able to include a very brief shot of his bare buns hitting the carpet, because the sock covering his erection had bounced into clear view for most of the original shot.
As Tim frantically pulled his pants up, Mia's delighted expression was captured, and the focus group girls went nuts. Several of them high fived, as the two males in the room looked on uncomfortably.
Next up was sneaky Anna tucking the back of Tim's pants into his closing office door, eliciting an admiring, loudly whispered, "You naughty girl!" from the Latina in the crowd. When Tim stepped away from the door, the sequence was perfect: a close-up side shot of his waist as he stepped away, the material at the seat of his pants stretching, and then a comical ripping sound.
When the camera captured a full-body shot from the rear, with Tim staggering forward, his pants and boxers torn to reveal his round, muscular rump jiggling, the girls all burst into applause.
A quick shot of Tim's handsome face popping up into the shot as he stood straight, his eyes growing wide in shock, brought a gale of laughter.
The shot switched back to linger for just a second on his exposed buns, before his two hands clapped over them in an ineffective attempt to hide his shame.
A minute later, as Tim squirmed his way under the glass-topped table, the Latina said, "Pants him! Pants him!"
Another girl took up the cry, and soon all of the women in the room were chanting. "Pants him! Pants him!"
When Julie tugged Tim's pants down over his thighs, calves, ankles and then off, the girls in the room let out another raucous cheer.
Their reaction to the second ad was much the same, with giggles, cheers and wolf whistles. Shawna smiled toward the one-way window, and on the other side, the women in the observation room had mile-wide smiles. Julie said, "Can you imagine if Mr. Johnson were in here now?"
Mia said, "He would just die!"
"Can you imagine if he were in THERE?" Anna said, nodding toward the laughing women in the focus group, howling as his pretty employees crept up to catch Tim in the shower room, soaked to the skin and birthday bare. When Tim opened his eyes and then slapped his hands over his crotch -- Sandy and Joy had cut the video to just barely avoid a full frontal shot of his bouncing erection -- the suds exploded, and the camera caught a close-up of Tim's wide-eyed shock. The girls all burst into another round of lusty laughter.
Kaitlyn giggled, "They'd eat him alive!"
"They certainly would," Pam said to herself, thoughtfully. But no one else heard her, as they were chattering about how well the ads were going over.
"I don't think we need to worry about the focus group results on this one," Joy said.
Sandy nodded. "We've got a hit on our hands!"
While the lusty female celebration of Tim's recorded exposure was going on in the conference room, Tim had been sitting in a small office nearby, trying to shut out the muted female laughter and cheers. His mind was racing, thinking about what he did right before leaving the observation room.
He'd spent the last several days despairing about the way momentum was building against him. He'd gone from being the big shot in an office full of female employees whom he'd spanked, and who had been exposing themselves in the ads, before the tables had turned on him. Through each new scene, and then video, and then focus group, he'd been getting more desperate. His chances of regaining any modicum of respect and power in his own office was slipping away from him.
He'd been casting about for a plan that might allow him to recover his position, but had only had a few vague ideas, and nothing promising.
But when the women offered him the chance to escape the observation room and spare himself the humiliation of watching himself stripped naked on screen, he jumped at it. But as he started to leave, he remembered Shawna's comment the day before about him being driven out of the room with his tail tucked between his legs.
He turned away, and a quick glance showed him that several of his co-workers were looking at each other with sly half-smiles. He suspected that they would be laughing behind his back the minute he was gone, but they were trying to keep their poker faces in place.
As he shuffled past the seats along the rear wall of the narrow room, he just had enough time to do what he needed to. His move was a long shot, but he felt like he was running out of options, and this was the only shot he'd have.
As he left the room, he knew that the women's actions would determine whether his ongoing humiliation was only going to get worse, or whether he had a slim chance to turn things back in his favor.
