Young Boss Unwilling Celebrity

I know it's been a while, but life got hectic..

Part 44

For a long moment, Tim and Carly stood in the darkness of the closet, both of them breathing heavily. Carly had followed Tim inside, and when the door was closed, they both turned to face the door, so that Carly was in front of Tim. Both of them listened for any noise outside the door.

For the first minute or so, it seemed like the closet was pitch black. But as their eyes began to adjust, they noticed a horizontal band of light coming into the room from beneath the door, one coming in from above the door, and a skinnier vertical one coming in from where the side of the door closest to the knob met the door frame.

"What am I going to--" Tim began.

Carly said, "Shhh!" and reached her hand back to quiet him. Her hand grazed the top of his hard-on before landing on his lower stomach, causing him to flinch away.

"Sorry," Carly said, and Tim thought he could hear a smile in her voice. "But does that sound like it's getting louder to you?"

"Like what's getting loud--" Tim stopped himself, because he heard it too: a low, almost rumbling sound as a large group of people approached. Then female voices, some shouting, some laughing, and a few yelling, "Stop!"

Tim inadvertently stepped backwards, then felt his bare ass bump into a shelf. The noise outside got louder, and they could both hear some voices clearly, above the raucous babble of a large crowd in a confined hallway.

"Where is he?" called one. "Where is that naked hunk?"

"He can't have gone too far," said another.

"Not in his birthday suit, with his cute, red butt shining like Rudolph's nose!" A chorus of laughter greeted that as the noises grew closer. Carly heard Tim groan at the comment about his red ass, but she didn't turn around.

From the direction of the noises, they could tell that many in the crowd had turned into the make-up room. "Did anyone see which way he went?" one woman called out.

"I don't think he would have gone outside," said another. "Not butt-naked like that."

"That means he might still be hiding in the building," said a third, "and I'm going to find him!"

Footsteps once again filled the hallway, some of them getting louder.

Carly and Tim's eyes had both adjusted just well enough to look for and see something: the lock on the inside of the door was a deadbolt. Before Carly could move, Tim stepped forward against her and reached over and quickly but quietly turned the deadbolt to the side, locking the door.

An instant later, they heard the knob turn in an unseen woman's hand, just outside. Carly and Tim froze, holding their breath. "This one's locked," the feminine voice called out. "Let's check the others," another said, and the first group moved away down the hall to continue their search.

Tim and Carly didn't move for a minute, until Carly said, "Tim?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you-- Your...um...penis is poking me in the back."

Tim was mortified and jumped backwards. "Sorry."

Carly made a noise that almost sounded like a giggle. "That's okay."

Tim cleared his throat softly, and whispered. "What are we going to do? We're stuck in here."

Carly thought to herself, "I'm not stuck, because I've got all my clothes on." But she said, "We'll be fine. We just need to wait a little bit, until the women out there quit looking, and leave."

Tim moaned, wondering when that was going happen. "I guess," he said. "I just hope that nobody shows up with a key to this room."

Carly had thought about that, and pictured the look on Tim's face if a staff member opened the closet door, finding her and Tim in here, and Tim without any clothes.

She felt a frisson of excitement at the thought.

After a long minute of silence, she said, "Um, can I ask you something... personal?"

Tim was wary. "Like what?"

"Why are you still hard?" Tim made a small, choking noise. "I mean, I know you must have been pretty embarrassed in the studio, and I know you lost your clothes somehow..."

Tim groaned. "How much did you see out there?"

Carly felt herself blush. She wasn't going to tell the truth, about how she stood at the edge of the hallway and voyeuristically watched as the crowd went after him, stripping him naked, and then mobbing him, groping him, and spanking his squirming, bare butt. "Well, I watched when that girl took your boxers off from under your towel, and then threw them into the crowd."

When Tim didn't say anything, she continued. "At first I thought that maybe you and your bosses had worked out some kind of teasing skit or somethin--"

"A skit?" Tim interrupted her incredulously.

"Yes," Carly said. She turned back to face him, and her arm inadvertently brushed across his hard dick, again causing him to jump. "Sorry!"

"Maybe I can listen at the door, and you can stand behind me," Tim said. He knew that she couldn't see his dick and balls, but just knowing that they were exposed to her made him feel vulnerable. "I'm going to step to the right, and trade places with you at the door."

"Okay," Carly said. As Tim stepped to his right, Carly stepped to her left, to make room for him. But her left was his right. She reached her hand in front of her in the dark, and ended up accidentally placing it squarely on Tim's balls.

"Hey!" he said, and Carly yanked her hand back.

"Sorry! You said you were going to the right, so I moved to make room for you."

"My right, I meant," Tim said.

"Sorry!"

"Never mind." Tim put his left hand just in front of his erection, and reached out until he touched Carly's shoulder. Then he moved to his right, and used his right hand to guide her the other way. They circled each other, until his back was to the door.

Just then, several female voices could be heard outside the door, so Tim said, "Shhh," and turned toward it.

"I hope we find him!" one of the unseen females said.

"Yeah!" said another. "We'll tell him that we don't have anything he can cover up with, but we can help him get out of here."

A giggling voice said, "I'll grab his big, hard dick and pull him, and you can put your hands on his cute, round ass and push. We'll put him in your car and take him back to our apartment, and keep him as our own naked butler." Both women laughed, and Tim listened as the sound of their laughter and footsteps receded.

Tim sighed, and finally said, "A skit?"

Carly said, "What?"

"You said you thought that I might be doing some kind of a skit?"

"Oh, yeah. When that girl took your boxers off of you, you still had your towel on, and the crowd was really loving it. For all I knew, you had another pair of underwear on under the towel, or a swimsuit, or something."

"But you kept watching?" Tim said.

"Well," Carly said, feeling her blush deepening, but also getting more aroused by knowing that she was embarrassing him more. "I did see them take your towel away, too. But I stopped watching right after that, because I felt so bad for you, being completely exposed. I mean, you looked really good, but... It didn't seem right to watch those women take advantage of you and strip you totally naked in front of all of those other women."

Tim was surprised to feel grateful that at least Carly hadn't witnessed all of his humiliation in the studio.

Carly said, "What happened after that?"

"I'd rather not talk about it."

After a moment, Carly said, "Did those women... spank you?"

Tim felt his face get warmer. "I thought you said you stopped watching?!"

"I did," Carly said, quickly. "But... I noticed just now... that your... behind is really red."

Tim was silent. "So I just reasoned that someone must have spanked you... your bottom. I mean, I can't think of any other reason why it would be so re--

Tim snapped, "Yes, I got spanked!"

Another silent moment in the near-darkness. Then Carly's voice came softly. "By whom?"

Tim hung his head. "It wasn't just one person. It was a lot of them."

"Oh no," Carly said, though her lips were curled in a small smile. "How did that happen?"

"Right after they took my towel, one of the staffers got me a washcloth to cover my-- To cover myself with."

"A washcloth? That must have barely been enough to..." Carly left her words hanging in the air, as she remembered Tim's comic, sexy attempts to preserve his modesty with that small cloth.

"So then I saw one of the women in the audience with my towel, and I ran to her to get it. But... that didn't work, and they kept the towel and took the washcloth."

"Oh you poor thing," Carly said. "Did that mean you were totally naked?"

"Yes. I tried to run, but a bunch of women jumped on me and tackled me, and then they started...spanking me. It took me a while to break free of them and run back here."

"I'm so sorry," Carly cooed. "They really did a number on you, didn't they." Her eyes had adjusted enough to the near-dark that she could see the outline of Tim's round rump thrust out toward her, as he stood facing the door, to protect the hard-on that she kept "accidentally" grazing with her hands.

She reached out and gently laid her right hand on Tim's right butt cheek, and he jumped. "Hey!"

"Your skin is so hot," she sighed. "I know that's got to sting. Let me help." She picked up the purse that she'd left in the closet earlier and pulled out her phone.

She laid that beside her purse and then took out a tube of moisturizer. She uncapped the tube and squirted some onto her palm, and then turned her hand and pressed the cool gel against the unsuspecting hunk's delicious rear end.

"Oooh!" Tim said, getting up onto his tiptoes and trying to look back down over his shoulder to see what Carly was doing.

"It's just some lotion. It will make you feel better." She smoothed it over his muscular buttocks, leaning up a little so that she could whisper near his ear. "Your cheeks are so hot. Is this too cold? I can feel goosebumps."

Tim blushed at the unexpected sensation, but he couldn't deny that it felt good. "You don't have to do that."

"I feel so bad for you, after those women really roasted your tush like that. This is the least I can do."

Tim closed his eyes. He was embarrassed, but the darkness helped him feel a little less ashamed, and Carly's small warm hand and the cool lotion felt great, as she massaged it into his ass cheeks.

"I think I know, by the way," Carly whispered.

"Know what?" Tim said, distracted by the cool lotion and her slender fingers on his bare buns.

"Why you're still hard," she said. "You still are, aren't you?" she asked, and before Tim knew it, her right hand had left his ass and reached around him, gripping his hard shaft.

"Hey!" he said in a loud whisper, as he pulled backward from her touch. The motion inadvertently thrust his firm derriere back against her, and she released his dick and returned to kneading his tush. She chuckled softly as she squeezed a handful of his bare bottom.

"Just checking," Carly said. "But it's just like I thought."

"Okay," Tim said, exasperated. "You're so smart. I know why I'm still hard, but I wonder what makes you think you know better than I do?"

"It's my training," Carly said. "I've studied the human mind, and motivation. And I think you're aroused -- even though you're embarrassed -- because on some level, you really do enjoy the feeling of being dominated."

"Oh really?" Tim said.

"Yes, really. You were just paraded around on live tv in just your boxers and your towel, and then some clever women took away your boxers, and then your towel. You were stripped naked, ogled, groped and spanked, and you were powerless to stop it. You've got some strong submissive tendencies."

Tim said, "And I suppose this idea comes from your extensive experience of when you've had hard-ons that you couldn't control?"

"Don't be silly," she said, and patted his butt lightly. But she was thinking back to college, when her boyfriend had dominated her for a while. She had subsequently taken more control in her relationships, but she still felt a little erotic tingle, remembering what it felt like to be under a male's thumb.

"There's nothing silly about it," Tim said. "Other than being lectured to by a woman about what it feels like to have a penis."

"Okay," Carly said, grinning in the near-dark. "Why do YOU think that you've got a hard-on after a whole studio full of females has treated you like a gullible boy toy, and spanked your cute ass like you're a naughty little boy?"

Tim snapped. "Because the penis is very sensitive. Having it jostled and fondled and exposed and groped causes a natural reaction, whether I want it to or not!"

Carly said, "And you're saying that being surrounded by women who think that you're good looking, and drooling over your body, and getting more and more aroused as they take more control over you has nothing to do with your own arousal reaction?"

Tim was quiet for a moment, and Carly could sense him squirming. "That's probably part of it," he finally said. "But that doesn't make me a perv, or an exhibitionist, and it doesn't mean that I want to be naked in public!"

"I didn't say that it does," Carly said, in a placating voice. "But I think you're kidding yourself if you don't think your erection is caused more by female domination than by pure physical sensation."

"You don't know what you're talking about," Tim said, knowing that he sounded a little petulant. "As a woman, you can't relate--" He stopped himself. Thought for a moment. He dropped his right hand to shield his dick from her, and turned around to face her. "What about you? Are you always in control of your physical responses?"

Carly could see well enough now to know that Tim had turned to her, and she looked up and into his eyes, even though they were in shadow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, are your nipples hard right now?" The idea had come to Tim suddenly, but he was ahead of Carly's reaction. He reached out and cupped her right breast through her shirt, and felt her firm point through the fabric.

"Hey!" Carly said in a frantic whisper, batting his hand away. "That's inappropriate!"

For the first time in a while, Tim chuckled softly. "You were just groping my dick and rubbing my bare ass. And I'M inappropriate?"

"I didn't take your clothes off," Carly said.

"Don't change the subject. Why are your nipples hard, professor?"

She felt herself blush, and the lingering, electric sensation of his hand on her breast. She was momentarily speechless.

"Is it because you're turned on by a power imbalance?" Tim said, using her own words from the television segment against her. "I think you've got some real submissive tendencies, Ms. Sands."

As he spoke, he found both of her nipples with the index finger and thumb of both of his hands, and pinched them lightly. Carly drew a sharp breath in, making a soft sound somewhere between a hiss and a moan.

"Ooh, I think I hit a nerve there," Tim said, grinning. "Tell me, have any of your colleagues, or even your students, seen you with your shirt off?" As he spoke, he unbuttoned the top button of her shirt.

"Of course not," Carly said, trying to sound outraged. But she didn't move to stop him when he reached for her second button, and there was an undertone of pleading in her voice.

Encouraged, Tim unbuttoned several more buttons, keeping up a calming stream of muted conversation as he worked. "Are you sure about that? Because your tits feel amazing, and I'm sure that all of the males in your college have fantasized about what they look like."

Tim tugged her shirt up out of the waistband of her skirt, and worked on the last two buttons. Carly felt like her legs were suddenly jelly. She wanted to stop him, or slap him, or at least say something.

But all that came out was, "I'm s- s- sure."

Finished with the buttons, Tim pulled both sides of her shirt apart and then pushed them back over her shoulders. Carly was paralyzed, and let him ease her shirt off. He tossed it toward the shelves behind her, but she thought she heard it rest, then slide across the shelf and whisper to the floor.

By the time her shirt hit the floor, Tim had unsnapped her bra, freeing her full breasts. His hands touched her bare skin, and she moaned. "Wow," he said. "These are rock hard, professor!"

"It's c- cold in here," she heard herself saying, in a very small voice.

Tim chuckled softly. "They were hard when they were under your bra and your shirt. I think you're in denial." He cupped her breasts, and then slid both of his thumbs across both of her erect nipples. She shivered, but didn't do anything to stop him.

Even in the dim light, she could make out his smile. "Very submissive tendencies indeed." He was taking on her own speech cadences, teasing her. "Tell me, have you ever been spanked before, Professor?"

"NO!" she said. Too quickly.

Tim raised his eyebrows, noting her reaction. He reached to her hip, and after a moment's fumbling, found the zipper of her skirt.

"What are you doing?" she hissed.

"It doesn't seem fair for me to be standing here totally naked, while you're psychoanalyzing me in your very professional skirt and heels."

"I didn't take your clothes--" Carly began, then felt Tim sliding her zipper down.

He said, "That's not the point. I just don't care for this power imbalance."

Now was the moment for Carly to act. Slap his face. Do something!

But she just held her breath as she felt her zipper descend, and the fabric of the snug skirt relax over the generous curve of her shapely bottom. In another moment, Tim's fingers slid under the top of her skirt on both sides of her waist, and pushed it gently downward until it slid over the fullest part of her ass, then dropped to the floor.

"Boy," Tim said softly, "I wish we had more light in here. You look really good as it is, but I think if I turned the light on, you'd be amazing."

"Don't you dare!" Carly said. She was breathing quickly now. "I'm going to scream."

Tim had been thinking about that possibility since he first tweaked her adorably hard nipples. "Do you really want us to be discovered right now? Like this?"

She was silent.

"I didn't think so," Tim said. He quickly knelt in front of her, feeling for the top of her soft panties, and then tugging them downwards.

"Hey!" she said again, squirming to get away from him, too late. She put both hands over her pussy, but it was in a shadow, and Tim hadn't been able to see it anyway.

He grabbed her slender left calf, and lifted it a few inches. She gave a small hop, and put one hand on his shoulder to steady herself, while keeping the other over her crotch. Tim pulled her shoe off, then pulled her skirt and panties off of that foot.

He repeated the process on her other calf, and in a moment he had her shoes, skirt and panties in his hands. He stood up and put them carefully on a shelf behind her, then stepped back to look at her.

In the dim light, he could make out the shapeliness of her petite but curvy body. She was much shorter without her heels, and she had instinctively adopted the "embarrassment" pose: one arm across her bare breasts, one hand over her puss, with her knees slightly turned inward and her shoulders slightly hunched.

"That's better," Tim said, his grinning eyes tracking up and down over her body. "No more power imbalance."

Carly glared at him, but thought she could smell her own arousal in the tight, dark space.

"Now," Tim said, "about that spanking that you supposedly never got. I think we both know you're lying." Before she could deny it, he continued, "Who gave it to you--"

Just then they heard approaching footsteps in the hallway. Tim and Carly both looked at the door, inadvertently moving a little closer together, newly reminded of their vulnerable position.

Several female voices talking, and moving nearer. Tim swallowed, as he recognized them.