Backstage in the makeup room, Carly watched on the room's tv as the devious women walked Tim out onto the stage in his towel, and then tricked him out of his boxers. She was so aroused to see the females manipulating Tim that she couldn't help herself; she left the room and walked quickly down the hall toward the rear of the soundstage.
She wasn't sure what was going to happen to Tim next, but she knew that she wanted to witness it first-hand!
As she neared the back of the studio, the crowd noise -- laughter, hooting, female catcalls -- grew louder. She pressed herself back against the wall when she reached the end of the hall, as if Tim might turn and see her at any moment, even though that was extremely unlikely.
Because at that moment he was completely preoccupied with his precarious position! There he stood with his back to her, bathed in the bright stage lights, with Emilia on his left, and Shawna and Marcy on his right, and a studio full of rowdy women in front of him.
There was an electric, buzzing energy in the room that Carly could feel too, even back here, and the reason for it was clear: every woman in the entire building knew for certain that Tim was now completely naked under his towel.
Tim knew it too, as he stared out into the lights, his fists clenched tightly around the towel at his waist. The sensation of the soft, clinging fabric of his boxers having been suddenly yanked down over his penis and down his legs had sent a jangling signal to his brain, straight from all the nerve endings in the shaft and head of his dick.
As he mentally processed the fact that the only thing hiding his private parts from this cheering horde of horny females was the thin cloth of his towel, a horrible realization was dawning on him: he was starting to get an erection!
No! If he got even half hard, his towel was going to start tenting out in front of him, and he'd be humiliated beyond belief. He desperately tried to get his mind off of the sensation of the front of the towel touching his penis.
Having taken his boxers and thrown them into the crowd, Marcy was now back at Tim's side. As if she'd read his thoughts, she smiled up into Tim's handsome, flushed face. "Well, I guess that's at least one mystery that we've solved. We all know that you're not wearing anything under your towel now, don't we?"
Another roar of approval came from the crowd, and Tim felt himself starting to panic.
Marcy turned to Danielle, "Are you sure that there isn't anything else you can tell us about what happens in the ad? Maybe Mr. Johnson has some sort of a wardrobe malfunction?"
As a loud whistle followed Marcy's teasing question, Danielle said, "Well, as you've already guessed, he experiences a few... complications during his workout. But then he escapes the workout room to hit the showers."
Marcy took advantage of Tim's continuing state of semi-paralyzed shock by taking his arm and drawing his attention to the greenscreen background of the locker room. "Which, in this demonstration, would be over this way."
She gently tugged Tim to his left, moving him toward the weather forecast set with the green screen --and, not coincidentally, toward the low wall that she had arranged to be in place before today's show.
Danielle and Shawna gave each other a small grin. Debbie the floor director pulled her microphone closer to her mouth and softly said, "He's going for it!"
Up in the booth, Lauren said, "I know! This just might work! Marcy's an evil genius."
Diana, on Camera 2, started moving her camera toward the far end of the weather set in a flanking maneuver. She gave Carol on Camera 1 a thumb's up and a grin. "Just follow Marcy's lead, Mr. Johnson."
If Tim had been thinking more clearly, he might have sensed the danger in the change of position that the ladies were luring him toward. But the only thing that the unfortunate hunk could think about was his gradually inflating penis, and the mortifying mental picture of him standing in the middle of a studio full of women -- with many thousands more watching at home -- while his incipient erection formed an ever more obvious and mortifying tent in his towel!
But Tim's entire focus on hiding his hard-on from his horny audience blinded him to his mistake.
Because Shawna and Danielle had told him the truth earlier: they would all get in serious trouble -- Marcy too! -- if he appeared naked on a daytime tv show.
However, if they could get him behind the short wall, there would be nothing to stop them from removing his last stitch of clothing. By allowing them to lead him around, he was like a sheep to the slaughter. And he was setting himself up to be sheared!
But the continued swishing touch of his towel against his lengthening shaft was the only thing in Tim's horrified thoughts. So he didn't resist Marcy's pulling him toward the wall. In fact, he felt foolishly grateful for the chance to hide himself from the prying eyes of the raucous, female audience.
As soon as Marcy had him where she wanted him, Lauren in the booth spoke to the camera women. "Carol, is the wall covering enough to the poor guy to be safe for us?"
Carol said, "We're cutting it a little close, but I think we're good. I can see the lower part of his stomach -- great abs, by the way! -- and maybe the top inch or two of his towel."
Lauren said, "That's good. You're doing the live shot, so just be ready to lift the shot if anything goes wrong."
"I know, you've told me," Carol said. "The live shot has to stay level. But what about the women in the bleachers?"
"What about them?" Lauren said.
