Part 44
As he undid his belt and unsnapped his khakis, Tim was hyperaware of several sensations. He could feel his flushed face was, and as strange as it was, he did feel a heat all over his body, just as if he had actually been hypnotized, and Marisa's suggestion was working. He also knew that he was nearly fully erect, and that was about to become painfully obvious.
As he unzipped his pants, his eyes darted for just a moment to the reflective glass at the rear of the room, and then to the women in the room with him, all of whom had excited, expectant expressions on their pretty faces. He desperately hoped that what he was about to go through was going to be worth it in the end!
He took a deep breath, aware of his rising chest and hard nipples under the soft lighting in the room, and then lowered his pants. He first stepped out of the right pants leg, and then the left, before standing up straight. He held his pants in front of him, aware of his bare feet on the carpet, and his bare legs, exposed to the cooled air.
Marisa and the other women looked him slowly up and down. His broad shoulders and upper back tapered down into a narrow waist; beneath that, his slightly over-sized, round buns flared outward in a sensuous way that was almost feminine.
He wore a pair of snug, black boxers, and his semi-erection made an embarrassing bulge, which he momentarily hid by holding his pants in front of him. Beneath the boxers, he had the lower body of a swimmer, with long, lean, muscular thighs, and prominent calf muscles. His face, arms and legs were tanned, making his lighter chest and upper thighs seem doubly exposed.
"Nice undies," Beth said from behind him, and Marisa grinned and nodded. She said,
"Now doesn't that feel better? Don't your legs feel cooler?"
Tim looked down into her brown eyes, and could only nod.
Marisa held her hands out to him, and Tim looked down at pants he was holding. She reached out and grasped the material, and Tim surrendered it, then awkwardly dropped his hands in front of his crotch. Marisa 's eyes dropped to his boxers, and then came back up to his face, smiling at him.
"You don't have anything to be ashamed of," she purred in a soothing voice. She reached one delicate hand out and laid it lightly over his hands, gently pulling his top hand to one side. As Tim started to move it to his side, she slid her hand over to his other hand. As she did so, her lean, warm fingers slid across the surface of his boxers, subtly grasping and then immediately releasing his straining erection to settle on his other hand, and ease it to the side.
Tim felt himself twitch and then harden a little more under the feather-light touch of Marisa's hand, as his hands dropped to his sides. Marisa's eyes darted back down, and her smile widened.
In the peripheral vision he saw that Beth and Stephanie had moved a little to one side, giving them a silhouetted view of his mostly exposed body. They both crossed their arms, grinning at all of his exposed skin. Somehow he knew that Debbie, Brittany and Martha -- still behind him on the folding chairs -- had their eyes on the seat of his boxers.
Marisa stepped to his side. "Feel how cool my hand is. It's easing the heat that had made you so uncomfortable, relaxing you wherever I touch your body." As she spoke, she slowly made a circle around him, trailing her right hand up and over his bare chest, onto the muscles of his shoulders and his upper back. As her hand slid lower, Tim could actually feel a cool sensation in the wake of her skin touching his, and he wondered again whether something like hypnosis had actually happened to him.
When she'd completed her circle, she finally dropped her hand from his left pectoral. "All better?" she asked.
"Yes."
Marisa smiled at him again, and then looked to the other women. Martha, Debbie and Brittany all joined Stephanie, Beth and Marisa, forming a circle around Tim.
Beth said, "You look really good in those boxers, and I know that the ladies who would be watching a video based on this would really appreciate that!" Several of the other girls nodded and giggled. Beth looked around the circle and said, "But we need some kind of bigger ending, don't we?"
Stephanie nodded. "The hypnosis part has been fun, but we're missing a final act!"
The women all moved back to the white board and formed a small huddle. As they started whispering among themselves, Tim did his best to not look at the reflective observation window, even though he knew that Pam was almost certainly on the other side of the glass, watching him, standing in the middle of the room and wearing only his snug boxer shorts.
Pam was indeed on the other side of the window, and she was indeed watching Tim, though she was accompanied by his four attractive, recent female hires.
Mia said, "What are those girls up to, do you think?"
Julie said, "Whatever it is, I don't think Mr. Johnson is going to like it!"
Anna said, "He looks so silly, standing there in just his undies in a roomful of fully dressed young women."
"Silly, but hot!" Kaitlyn agreed.
Just then, Beth clapped her hands happily, and the six women in the conference room moved together, like a football team breaking the huddle.
"Okay," Beth said, her blonde ponytail swinging as she walked back toward Tim,
"We've got our idea for the ending." Tim half-turned, and saw that Brittany, Stephanie and Martha had retaken their seats on the folding chairs. "Now that the Mysterious Marisa has helped you cool off, she's going to have you re-join the other volunteers."
Tim snorted softly at the idea that he was a "volunteer." Beth put one hand on Tim's shoulder, and Marisa gripped his other bicep lightly, maneuvering him back toward the chairs.
Marisa stepped up in front of Stephanie and Brittany, laying one palm on top of each of their heads. "How are you chickens doing?" she asked.
Both of them immediately dropped their smiles and started twitching their heads around with small, nervous movements. They each bent their arms at the elbows and moved them close to their sides, turning them back into "wings."
Marisa said, "Why don't you chickens move down here?" She made a small sweeping motion with her right arm, and both women got off the chairs and crouched, clucking. "You are each about to lay an egg, and you need to sit on them to keep them warm."
The two women moved several feet away, turned back toward the chairs, and knelt down, their feet beneath them.
Marisa turned back to Martha, who looked at her pleasantly. "Have you been a good little girl?" Marisa asked, touching the top of Martha's head. The cute brunette nodded vigorously, beaming. She put her thumb back into her mouth and started to suck it. "You're so sweet!" Marisa said. "Would you mind moving down to the last seat here?"
Martha nodded, then hopped up and almost skipped down to the last of the five chairs in a row, plopping back down, her thumb still in her mouth.
Marisa turned her attention back to Tim. "She's cute, isn't she," Marisa said, nodded toward Martha.
"Sure," Tim said, confused.
"She really looks up to you, since you're her big brother, and a whole year older than her!" Marisa said.
