Young Boss Tricked And Exposed Ch 40 41

Part 40

When Tim closed the conference room door behind him and turned toward the six females in the focus group, their conversation stopped, and they looked at him, open-mouthed.

"You're kidding," Ponytail gasped.

"OMG!" her brunette friend from the original focus group said.

"You're the naked hunk from the ads!" blurted out the Latina.

Tim felt his face start to get warm. "Y- yes. I mean, I was in the ads."

"Hell yeah you were!" the redhead said. "And you were great!"

"T- th- thanks, I guess," Tim said, aware of how stupid he sounded, but unable to find any other words.

"What are you doing here?" Ponytail said, smiling at him. "Are you here for the debriefing?"

"I hope so," whispered the shorter of two women with shoulder-length sandy-blonde hair. Several of the females laughed.

Tim hadn't caught what she'd said, but he was somehow sure that he didn't want to. He shook his head slightly, and cleared his throat. "Well, yes. I'm here to debrief you."

The taller of the two blondes whispered, "Are you sure it isn't the other way around?"

Tim caught a little more of that, but he plowed ahead. "I've got a few questions I want to ask you, as a supplement to the feedback you've already given us on the ads."

"We thought they were so great!" the Latina said enthusiastically. "The ads were both really funny, and sexy, too."

"You're an amazing actor," the redhead jumped in. "You looked so embarrassed when those girls took advantage of you!"

"Have you been in anything else we might have seen?" asked Ponytail. "Any commercials, or maybe a tv show?"

"What?" Tim said. "No. I'm not an actor."

"Don't sell yourself short," said the second brunette. "I mean, commercials aren't Shakespeare plays or anything, but you were totally believable."

"The girls were good, too," said the redhead. "I think I might have seen a couple of them in commercials before."

"No," Tim said. "They aren't actors, either. None of us are!"

"Oh come on," one of the blondes said.

"No, that's the point," Tim said. "We're all typical people who work in an office. That's the conceit that is supposed to make the ads work."

"So those girls all work for you, in an office?" the second brunette said.

Tim nodded his head.

"And you're their boss?"

Tim said, "Exactly."

Ponytail's smile got a little wider. "So when that little Asian girl depantsed you on that ladder, she was an employee, yanking down the pants and underwear of her actual boss?!"

Tim's face felt hot now. He cleared his throat. "Yes."

Several of the women were giggling, and the Latina held up her hand like she was a schoolgirl in class. "You're saying that when those women snuck into the shower and peeped on you, and then sent you running out into the alley without a stitch on, your employees were forcing their male boss to streak?!"

Tim said, "Okay, that's not exactly how it works. There was a script, and we all wrote it together. And then we performed it."

One of the blondes was incredulous. "You helped to write a script that ended up with you getting stripped and running around your office nude?!"

Ponytail snapped her fingers and pointed at Tim, getting the attention of the other girls. "That's not how it started, though!" She turned to the other females. "I told you girls about the original two ads, when it was the girls in the office who were stripping themselves to get his attention."

She looked back at Tim. "But when your company found out that women are the target buyers for the Naked Attraction, you were stuck, weren't you? You couldn't NOT let yourself get stripped, after you'd already forced your employees to embarrass themselves that way, could you?"

"Look," Tim said, trying to regain control. "We've got a job to do here, so let's get started." He looked at Pam's clipboard. It contained several sheets of paper. He flipped through the first couple, trying to gather his thoughts, and ignore the whispered giggles of the females around him.

The top sheet listed the focus group members. "Um, let me put your faces with your names first."

The women introduced themselves. Ponytail was named Beth, and her brunette partner from the first ads was Martha. The redhead - really more of a strawberry blonde - was Stephanie. The Latina was Marisa, and the shorter of the two sandy blondes was Debbie, while the taller was Brittany.

"Great," Ted said. He motioned everyone to seats around the table, as he sat down himself. He flipped to the second sheet on the clipboard, which was the one that Pam had hurried handwritten her comments on. "I've just got a few questions to discuss with you all."

On the other side of the one-way glass, Tim's four employees were watching, along with Pam. The four of them had watched in surprise as Tim had first walked into the conference room with the focus group girls.

Anna had said, "What is he doing in there?"

"I can't believe it," Julie said. "He knows that they've just watched the ads with us stripping and embarrassing him!"

"I would think those girls would be the last ones on earth he'd want to see now," Mia said.

Pam came through the door, just a little out of breath, looking to her right, to see what was happening in the conference room.

"Close," she said, smiling at Mia. "Those girls are the SECOND to last women he'd like to see right now."

She explained the trick she'd played on Tim to get him into that room, and the other girls began to smile along with her. "I bet you he's having second thoughts about now," Kaitlyn said, as they watched the focus group girls going on about how they couldn't believe that Tim was a boss who'd let his employees strip him bare. "And I bet he'll be out that door and gone in about 2 more minutes."

Pam grinned. "That's going to be tough. I wedged the hard rubber door stop under the door as soon as Tim walked in there."

"You didn't" snickered Anna.

"You mean he's trapped in there?" Mia asked.

Julie turned to watch Tim as he stammered and blushed, and started to fumble with the clipboard and take roll. "What's on the clipboard?" she asked.

Pam took on an exaggeratedly innocent look. "Oh, I just wrote a few questions that should encourage those girls to brainstorm a few more ads, and maybe put him through his paces."

All eyes turned to the conference room, as Julie quietly said, "Oh, this should be good."

Part 41

"Okay," Tim said to the raucous women around him. "I've got a few questions for us to go through." He read the first question off the clipboard out loud. "What did you like best about the commercials?"

As he read it, Tim thought that it was a little strange. Wouldn't that have been covered in the reports and the response meter data?

But the women jumped on the question. Martha said, "My two favorite parts were the humor and the sexiness. We were all cheering for the clever, sneaky girls in the ad, and their reactions - and yours too - were hilarious. And I don't think I need to explain the sexiness," she said, grinning as she looked around at her companions, who nodded and giggled.

"You've got a great body," Debbie said.

"And your bare culo was so hot!" Marisa said.

"She means your ass," Stephanie said, snickering.

Beth said, "You're obviously a hottie, and the girls were great, but I think the best part was the role reversal. We've seen the typical bimbos showing a lot of skin and throwing themselves at men a million times."

Martha jumped in, nodding as she spoke. "The original ads were good, and I don't think the office women came across as bimbos. But it was the typical scenario. And to see the shoe on the other foot, where the hunky guy gets tricked and manipulated out of his clothes? That was SO hot!"

A round of laughter and agreement came from all of the women in the room. "I can't believe you're not an actor!" Brittany said. "But knowing that you're really their boss... that makes it even hotter!"

Tim knew he was losing control of the situation. He caught a glimpse of himself in the reflective one-way glass, and saw that his face was as red as it felt. "All right, I think you've answered the first question. Let's go to the second one." He looked at the clipboard, and swallowed at what he saw. "Um... If these commercials are successful, we will probably want to make a series of them. Can you suggest some scenarios or ideas for future commercials that you would like to see?"

"Can we?!" Debbie said, and elbowed Brittany. "How much time do you have?"

Tim actually wondered about that. He snuck a glance at his watch. He knew that the women in the office had gone to the back conference room to go over the focus group results. By now they'd been in there around 10 minutes, or a little more. He expected that it would take them at least an hour, and maybe a lot longer.

He thought it through, and decided that he'd like to be out of here before they finished. He could leave his notes and release the focus group women, and then he wouldn't have to face his co-workers until tomorrow. He glanced at the one-way glass. If Pam had joined the others as she said she had, the observation room should be empty. But looking at his reflection was disconcerting, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.

"Are you going to write these ideas down?" Beth asked, startling Tim.

"What?"

"If we're going to brainstorm, shouldn't you be writing these down?" Beth asked again, nodding her head slightly toward the two large white boards at the front of the room.

Tim followed her eyes, and then said, "Yes. Right." And he walked over to the closest board and picked up a marker. As he walked, Beth waggled her eyebrows comically, and took several quick steps forward, getting close to Tim, before reaching out and cupped her hands in a groping gesture right behind the snug seat of the unaware hunk's khaki pants. Several of the women giggled into their hands.

By the time Tim turned around, Beth's expression was the picture of innocence. Tim looked at the pleasantly neutral expressions on the pretty girls' faces and said, "Okay, ideas?"

"You should have an office party, and your co-workers can spike your drinks," Stephanie suggested. "Then when you pass out, they can take off all of your clothes and hide them!"

Tim once again felt the heat rising in his face as the women snickered and nodded. He turned to the white board and wrote,

"Office party." As he turned back toward the women, Stephanie sang out, "Don't forget that they get you drunk and strip you naked."

"I don't think I'll forget that," Tim said glumly.

"Neither would we," Debbie said. When she smiled, Tim noticed that she had the cutest dimples.

"Ooh, strip poker!" Marisa called out.

Tim groaned to himself. "Actually... we already discussed that idea."

"Yay!" Brittany said. "Did you shoot that one yet?"

"Can we see it?!" Debbie said, clapping her hands.

"No," Tim said quickly, "we didn't shoot it yet. It was just an idea that we mentioned. We haven't decided anything. I mean, we don't even know if the first commercials are going to do well, so it's getting ahead of ourselves to—"

"They're going to do great!" Martha cut him off. "What's the plot of the strip poker ad? I bet the girls trick you into a game, making you think they don't know how to play."

"And you're too arrogant, and you agree to play for clothes, thinking you'll get to see those office cuties in their birthday suits!" Marisa said.

Beth said, "But they end up beating the pants off you, right?"

Tim couldn't meet her eyes, and as he looked at the white board, he said, "That's the general idea."

"I knew it!" Beth said. "That one will be a hit, too!"

Tim tried to change the subject. "Any more ideas?"

"A charity car wash!" Stephanie called out. "The whole office agrees to do a car wash, like to advertise your business and to raise funds. And maybe the office girls challenge you to participate, too."

"And it's a hot day," said Brittany, taking up the theme, "and everyone wears swim suits, or maybe some cute little cut offs. And there's lots of goofing around with a hose and sponges."

"And at some point your shirt comes off, or you tear it, or something," says Debbie, warming to the theme.

"And the girls sabotage your shorts, or close them in a car door, the way that one girl stuck your pants in the office door!" Martha said.

"Either way, you end up raising a lot of money, because you're prancing around in next to nothing," Stephanie said, giggling.

"Maybe in a speedo for the tv version, and either in a jock strap, or totally nude for the internet version!"

Several of the women cheered Stephanie on. Debbie teased, "You seem to have a lot of ideas for how to trick this poor guy out of his clothes!"

Stephanie grinned. "I'm just a creative person at heart."

Tim wrote, "Car wash" on the white board.

"How about a basic, kind of comic-booky one," Brittany asked. "Like one day you put some of the Naked Attraction on - before a meeting or something - and they whisper among themselves, and then charge you. It could be sort of like a cartoon, where they form a big circle around you, tearing at your clothes, and the camera can't even see through them to tell what's going on."

"Yeah," Debbie gushed, "but you can see a bunch of his clothes, or pieces of them, flying up and out of the circle, to fall on the floor around them."

"And in a few seconds," Marisa said, looking straight at Tim with a devious grin, "they all step back, and you're standing there, kind of hunched over, in just your birthday suit." The other girls started laughing as Marisa adopted a knock-kneed, embarrassed pose, with her hands over her crotch, saying, "Hey, you can't do that! I'm your boss, and now I'm bare assed naked in the office!"

Tim swallowed again. "I don't even know what to call that."

"Boss gets stripped, cartoon-style," suggested Martha.

Tim turned and wrote, "Cartoon Style."

"I've got it," Debbie said. "How about a hypnotism show? I've seen a couple of those, where the hypnotist makes people do all kinds of embarrassing stuff when they're hypnotized. Maybe you could do an ad campaign for a place where they do hypnotism, or you could hire a hypnotist to come in to be the entertainment for an office party?"

Tim wrote, "Hypnotist?" on the board, and then turned back toward the women. "You seem to think that we have an awful lot of office parties around here."

"We would, if we worked here," Martha said.

"And every party would end up with you losing your clothes somehow!" Beth said. Her smile was a challenging one, as her twinkling eyes bore into Tim's.

Tim turned back to the board. "All right, I think we've got enough ideas here." He put the marker down and picked up the clipboard. "Let's see what the last question is." His eyes ran down the page, and then he froze.

Beth noticed that he seemed to have turned a little pale. "What is it?"

Tim cleared his throat, and lowered the clipboard to his side. He suddenly looked more nervous, and said, "W- w- well, that last one was just kind of an office-keeping thing. I think we've got enough to work with here already, so—"

Beth loved watching this shy hunk squirm, and she had a predator's instinct for picking up on weakness. When she saw Tim's expression fall as he read, and then his shaky muttering, she reacted almost without thought.

Beth stepped forward and her right hand flew out, and before Tim knew what had happened, she'd snatched the clipboard from his hand. She stepped away quickly, moving to put Martha between her and Tim, as she silently read the clipboard.

A sly smile tugged at the corners of her pretty mouth, as she looked up at Tim, who was blanching. The other girls picked up on the expressions on Beth's and Tim's faces. Debbie said, "What's it say?"

Marisa said, "Read it!"

Beth held the clipboard a little higher, and gave Tim a small wink as she read. "Please choose your favorite ad scenario, and do some roleplay focused on that idea. Create a detailed walk-through of how that ad would work, and if your scenario is well thought-out and is chosen to become an ad, you'll all receive a consultant fee of triple what you were paid to participate in your focus group."

There was silence in the room for a moment, as that sunk in. The women looked at each other, starting to grin the way that Beth was already grinning. Then they looked at Tim.

He unconsciously took a half-step backward, until his khaki-encased rump bumped into the white board behind him.

On the other side of the glass, in the observation room, Mia, Julie, Kaitlyn and Anna all looked at Pam, who stood with her arms crossed and a satisfied expression on her face.

"You naughty, naughty girl!" Mia said, in a simultaneously chiding and admiring tone.

They all turned to look into the well-lit conference room, where their handsome boss stood at the center of a semi-circle of smiling, aroused females.

Anna turned and scrambled for her purse. "I've got to get my phone!"