Part 48
Pam arrived at Tim's place promptly at 7:00 that night.
Before she left home, she had spent a little time on deciding what to wear, finally choosing a white shirt over a flirty little yellow summer skirt, with bare legs underneath. She went with minimal makeup, other than a bold, red lipstick. She'd gotten a little sun over the previous weekend, and she liked the way the light-colored shirt and skirt contrasted with her brown legs, arms and chest.
She debated on whether to unbutton her third shirt button down, but decided to be a little more subtle.
On the drive over, she ran through various scenarios in her head. She wondered what Tim wanted to talk about. She hoped that he would feel compelled to discuss the focus girls' idea for a commercial that involved Tim getting hypnotized and stripped. But if he didn't bring it up, she'd tease it out of him -- and she knew that he'd be blushing and awkward when she did.
She loved the fact that poor, bashful Tim had no idea that she and his other four employees had seen -- and recorded! -- his entire, humiliating experience in the conference room. If he knew that they'd watched him from the other side of the glass -- as those sneaky coeds tricked him out of his clothes, leaving him bare naked, with his gorgeous, spanked ass as red as his blushing face, while one co-ed jacked off his erect penis, and then another one took it into her mouth as he lost control of himself completely -- he would die of embarrassment!
But she wouldn't let him know that, at least not yet. Having that secret knowledge felt like it gave her even more power over him, and that turned her on even more.
She had toyed with the idea of not wearing a bra tonight, just to tease Tim a little more, but was now glad that she at least had on her light yellow push-up bra. Her nipples were rock-hard, and would have left nothing to his imagination if she were bra-less!
He met her at the door, and without even thinking about it, she stepped toward him and gave him a little peck on the cheek. That flustered him, and he stepped back and invited her in. He was dressed more casually than she was, in a faded pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt that was just snug enough to show off his physique.
She walked past him and into a living room, with a kitchen to her right.
"Would you like something to drink?" he asked.
"I'll have a beer if you've got it."
"Okay," Tim said, "have a seat and I'll bring it to you." She watched him walk into the kitchen, loving the way those snug jeans clung to his nice, round ass. She started calculating her chances to get him out of those jeans tonight.
"This is a nice place," she said, taking a seat on the couch. "Neater than most bachelor pads I've seen."
Tim laughed. "That's a pretty low bar, isn't it?" He came into the living room with two bottles, gave her one, and took a seat on the couch, but not right next to her.
"If those ads are as successful as everyone in the office seems to think they'll be, I'll bet you'll be able to afford to buy a place, instead of renting."
Tim blushed a little, and laughed awkwardly. She watched the way the muscles in his tan, lean arms flexed as he nervously rolled the beer bottle back and forth between his two palms. As she eyed him up and down, she started to think that maybe she would tell him that she had seen him with the focus group girls, through the observation window, after all.
She wouldn't tell about the other girls, or that they'd recorded him, of course. Just enough to embarrass him, and maybe coerce him a little. If she hinted that she didn't need to tell the other girls in the office about his naked performance, maybe she could even persuade him to do a repeat performance, with her in the Amazing Marisa role... and maybe the sucking Martha role, too!
Tim's mind was also racing. He noticed Pam's eyes moving up and down his body, and that she was preoccupied enough that he had the chance to take in hers. She was a slim girl, with a lithe figure. Her breasts were on the smaller side -- maybe B cups -- but appeared to be perky, and her round little rump was just a little too large for her slender frame -- always a turn-on for him.
She wore her brown hair at about shoulder length and parted on the side. Her eyes were a light brown, as was her tanned skin, and she had a generous mouth in a heart-shaped face. That blood-red lipstick competed with her sparkling eyes as her best features.
If you didn't count her cute little butt -- which Tim did.
He noticed those red lips curling into just a hint of a smile, and realized that Pam had stopped talking. She'd asked a question.
"Earth to Tim," she said, grinning. "I asked how your session with the focus girls went. Did they come up with any good ideas for future ads?"
He cleared his throat, and made himself meet her eyes. "So you haven't heard from them?"
She said, "No," with an innocent expression. If he didn't know what she'd done, she might have fooled him.
"They haven't gotten back to me yet," he said. "So I thought that they might have contacted you."
"Nope, I haven't heard anything," Pam said. "Why? Nothing went wrong, did it?"
Tim quickly said, "No, nothing like that. I was just wondering."
Pam said, "You're making me curious now. So how did the debriefing go?"
"It went fine. They had a bunch of ideas, but most of them weren't very good."
"Oh really?" Pam asked, with those red lips turned down in a playful pout. "They didn't come up with anything useful at all?"
"Well," Tim said, "they had one idea that they liked a lot more than I did."
"What was it?" Pam said. She noticed that Tim wasn't meeting her eyes, and she sensed his vulnerability. She could feel herself getting wet. "Did you do any role-playing for that idea?"
Tim hesitated. "We did. But I'm not sure it worked out."
"Why not?" Pam said, adjusting her posture to face Tim, and pulling one leg up underneath her on the couch. "What was their idea?"
Tim looked at her, though she noticed that he hadn't turned directly toward her. He still sat a little awkwardly, facing mostly forward. "It was nothing. Are you sure none of them have talked to you about it?"
She saw how nervous he appeared, and decided to press her advantage, scooting just a little closer to him, and playfully patting his closest knee to her. "Come on, Tim, stop teasing me."
"I'm not—" he began.
"What was those girls' idea, and what did you do with them?" she teased. "I feel like you're hiding something from me."
Tim turned and looked directly into her eyes for the first time. "Are you sure you aren't hiding something from me?"
Pam was surprised, and she instinctively removed her hand from his knee. "What do you mean?"
"I got the feeling -- a couple of times, when I was in the conference room with those girls -- that you might have been in the observation room, watching. You weren't hiding in there, were you?"
He had wrong-footed her, but she tried to keep a poker face, and decided to take back the offense by protesting. "That's a strange thing to say, Tim. Would I have seen something unusual, if I had been in there?"
"So you're saying that you weren't watching me?" Tim said, returning her volley.
"Of course not!" she said. "I was in the meeting with everyone else in the office, looking at the first two ads and the focus group results. Why would I have been hiding in the observation room, watching—"
She was interrupted by the sound of a video playing. Tim had pulled out his phone without her noticing, and the sound of Kaitlyn's voice stopped her in her tracks. "...bet you he's having second thoughts about now."
Pam couldn't hide her shock, as Tim held up the phone so she could see it clearly. In the background of the video, in the conference room, the focus group girls were toying with Tim, teasing about how his employees had stripped him bare in their ads.
In the foreground, Pam and his four employees watched him from the observation room.
Kaitlyn continued, "And I bet he'll be out that door and gone in about 2 more minutes."
Pam grinned, obviously cocky. "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 watched a blushing Tim fumble with the clipboard and take roll. "What's on the clipboard?" she asked.
Pam's voice suggested false innocence. "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."
Tim stopped the video.
Now it was Pam who was flushed, and having difficulty meeting his eyes. But then she cleared her throat and tried to rally. "Okay, you caught me. I guess that spying on you was kind of a dirty trick."
"It was more than that," Tim said, his voice and expression suddenly very serious.
Pam tried for light-hearted and flirty. "Well come on, you can't really blame us for watching. You're so hot, and we didn't know what those girls were going to do to you."
"You sure didn't put a stop to it, once you did know what they were doing to me!"
"I know," Pam said, hearing the slightly whining tone in her own voice. "But once they started getting you out of your clothes, it was too late to stop them. And we couldn't stop ourselves from watching."
"You did more than watch -- you set me up! You could get in big trouble for this, Pam!"
She was now visibly nervous. "Oh come on, Tim. I know that you didn't know we were there. But you've got to admit that you enjoyed it." She looked down toward the phone, and then back up at Tim, her voice quieter, "I mean, we all saw the evidence of that. You were SO turned on."
Even as he felt himself blushing, Tim pressed on. "That was a physical reaction. I couldn't help it, and that doesn't mean I wanted that to happen."
