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Evil Office Girls... Part 2
by Silvy Richards
Outside, in front of Charly's, as they waited in a line that was rather
long, Ron cringed when he overheard the girl just ahead of them
reassuring her blushing boyfriend that he was going to be great
tonight, that he had nothing to worry about. Grabbing his crotch, she
promised to make him hard right before he went on stage.
Thinking the office girls might have been bluffing when they said
tonight was 'Amateur Night', Ron came to the scary realisation that he
was really going to have to strip in front of a large female audience,
and that under his pants, all he had on was a flimsy pair of red thong
panties that didn't quite cover his entire package. Not the he was big
in the crotch area on any account, in fact when he was flaccid he
looked rather smaller than most, something that was bother him as they
finally made it into the club.
*****
In the car, on the way to the strip joint, Barbra and Tina hadn't
stopped groping him during the entire trip. With Melinda driving and
Diane riding shot gun next to her, Ron had been placed in the middle of
Tina and Barbra, and along with their non stop fondling, all four of
them had teased him not only about the girls' thong he was currently
wearing, but also what was to be in store for him, for the next couple
of weeks ahead.
"So do you like your new panties Ron?" Tina asked mockingly, as she
clearly felt his erection though his pants.
"I think he does," Barbra sang out teasingly, as she too was molesting
him with both her probing hands.
"So I was thinking..." Belinda was saying, as she drove, "... that next
week, at work, to make it a little easy on him for the first week, I
say he should have to show up each morning: dressed as woman, but, only
from the waist down."
Laughing in the backseat, Tina and Barbra gave their approval right
away, as Diane, sitting next to her, wondered about something.
"You mean only a skirt, and heals... a business like look?" asked
Diane, trying to imagine it.
"Actually, I was thinking more on the lines that each day it'd be
different. One day, a tight business type skirt, like the one you just
mentioned. But on the other days, I was thinking of making him wear the
shortest most feminine skirts imaginable. Some with pleats, others just
loose and airy. You know what I mean?" Melinda asked Ron with a grin,
as she winked at him though the rear-view mirror.
"If you're going to pick what he's going to wear for the first week, I
say that for the second week he should dress completely as a female,
minus the makeup and wig of course. I mean, it wouldn't be funny or
else," which made all the other three laugh out loud, before totally
agreeing.
"Does that mean that we get to chose the two following weeks," asked
Tina, referring to herself and Barbra.
"Wait a second," Ron blurted out, finally finding his voice since he
had entered the car. "Tonight's just a one shot deal," he tried to
desperately negotiate.
"What?!?" Melinda spat out from behind the wheel, "I don't think so
mister. You did hear about what happened to Gabriana and Phil right?"
referring to the two ex-employees who had just recently lost their jobs
due to misuse of office time surfing the web.
In both cases, in order not to get caught, they had used their own
personal laptops, but had the misfortune of doing it as their
supervisor was walking by. Even though they were rather senior when it
came to seniority, both had been fired right there on the spot
regardless. Being that it was the standard office policy in the entire
building where they worked, it meant absolutely no one was safe.
Not responding, Ron just bowed his head and meekly said, "Ok fine, I'll
wear a skirt Monday at work, but after that, that's it! It ends there!"
Ron tried his best to sound assertive.
"Oh, I don't think so," Melinda calmly stated as she keep her eyes on
the road. "You ARE going to wear skirts for the first week, and THAT'S
a fact. Diane's idea of a following week of you dressing completely in
drag sounds perfectly reasonable to me. Tina? Barbra? Anything you'd
like to add?" she asked the giggling girls in the back seat. After
giving it some thought, Barbra finally came up with her two cents.
"You know what? I have a girlfriend who's a part-time dominatrix, and
she's always telling me how she LOVES dominating businessmen and that
there was never enough of them in her stable. Apparently she's so evil
with her clients that many stop seeing after only one visit. Not that
she's excessively physically rough with them, but her full time job is
that of a hypnotist, and she takes pleasure in combining the two. The
things she can make her slaves do under hypnosis is so scary that most
regret ever going to see her in the first place. I think Ron should
arrange a weeks worth of sessions with her. I know she could use the
money, plus I owe her a favour."
"Sold!" Melinda said, giving her okay as she asked Tina if she had
anything in mind.
"You know, now that you mention it, I have girlfriend of mine that
works at a pharmaceutical company and she was telling me that they were
in dire need for male guinea pigs for the new project they're working
on. I think Ron would be a perfect candidate, considering it's about
getting rid of unwanted body hair."
"I know exactly what you're talking about and I think it's a brilliant
idea!" Melinda agreed as her eyes lit up, already having heard all
about the recent breakthrough in the hair removal technology.
"A waxing?!?" Ron said with alarm and worry, having already gone
through that painful process.
"No, no, no... not a waxing," Tina tried to assure him with pseudo
concern. "It's a brand new way of hair removal that's COMPLETELY
painless," she promised him, as they finally drove into Charly's
parking lot. The subject was purposefully changed due to the fact that,
even though it was going to be a totally painless procedure, the major
part they left out was that it involved permanent hair removal.
*****
"PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR OUR NEXT VICTIM," announced the
pretty little redhead into the microphone. "I WAS TOLD HE LOST A BET
WITH THE GIRLS AT WORK... HIS NAME IS RON, HE LOOKS LIKE A BUSINESSMAN,
AND BY THE LOOK ON HIS FACE... I'D SAY HE'S NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE,"
she teased, as he just stood there on stage frozen with fear, as all
the women in the place cheered for him to strip. "DON'T MAKE ME CALL
THE STRIPPING PATROL ON YOU," she warned, before finally shutting the
mike off.
Slowly swaying his hips from side to side, Ron started to undo his tie,
but because of his lack of gusto and speed, red and blue strobe lights
were turned on by Mike, the lighting guy, and a mock police siren was
amplified over the music that was playing.
Out of nowhere, two very pretty blondes and a brunette appeared on
stage dressed as sexy police officers. The girls in question normally
worked in the other strip joint across the street, the one that catered
for men, but once a month moonlighted as the 'Stripping Patrol' as a
favour to their boss. Their boss just happened to own both places, and
also happed to be a woman. She found it useful to send her girls on
stage to help any of the shy boys take it all off. The women in the
place generally enjoyed watching someone (who was in the process of
chickening out) being stripped against his will.
Even though his tie was already half undone, with two girls holding his
arms, the prettiest and most petite of the girls wasted no time and
started unbuckling his trousers. With his belt completely loosened and
the top button of his pants undone, she then preceded by attacking his
shirt, undoing his buttons in record speed. Like a pro she had him
completely topless in a matter of seconds. Left with only two articles
of clothing on, Ron's knees started to shake when she peeked down his
pants before continuing any further.
It was a reoccurring skit they did with all the guys they stripped.
Before forcing the full monty on their prey, the girls always liked to
check first, to see if their bashful stripper was well endowed or not.
If the person was, the pretty little stripper would fake a faint, which
was the clear signal two the other two girls, and the crowd, that their
victim was indeed well hung. On the other hand, if the guy was small,
she would cover her mouth while giggling; pull out an oversized
magnifying glass; which would in turn signal the other two girls to get
out a pair of handcuffs, so they could humiliate the victim to the
fullest.
Pulling open his pants a bit to get a peek, the pretty little
brunette's eyes widened as if to say "Well, well, well... what do we
have here...", then started laughing a bit more than usual did which in
turn caused her two friends girls who were still holding his hands to
take a quick peek downwards. With cheshire grins on each of them, the
pretty little brunette pulled out a large magnifying glass, as the
other two smirking women wasted no time handcuffing him.
"SORRY LADIES, BUT IT LOOKS LIKE WE GOT ANOTHER 'INNY' !!!" Announced
the emcee into her microphone, which made the crowd of women
systematically laugh, boo, and cheer, all at the same time.
With his hands tightly secured behind his back, Ron was led up bit
closer to the front of the stage by the sexily clad policewomen, in
order to give a better view to the eager and curious crowd. Comprised
of mostly middle-aged cougars, the women clapped their hands, shouted
out catcalls, and let out wolf whistles, as he was finally stopped in
his tracks by the two tall blondes standing behind him.
Before unzipping his pants, the little brunette reached in Ron's pants
and adjusted his lacy thong to make sure the unveiling would be
perfect. Then, after carefully unzipping him without letting his pants
fall, with one fatal swoop she yanked his pants down to his ankles and
moved out of the way so all the women could take in the view. With the
handcuffs locked behind his back, and his shirt tails pulled to the
sides, all Ron could do was blush under the heavy spotlight. As the
crowd of women started laughing even louder then before, cell phones
were being taken out and several pictures and videos were being
created.
"OH MY GOD... IS HE WEARING WOMENS' PANTIES?!?" demanded to know the
curious emcee, to which all three of the sexy female police officers
nodded in unison with sassy grins.
"WERE THE PANTIES PART OF THE BET RON? IS THAT IT?" the pretty redhead
interrogated with sheer delight in her voice, "OR ARE YOU JUST ONE OF
THE REALLY KINKY GUYS?"
Wobbling his head from side to side, unsure how to respond, Ron's pants
were completely removed, much to the enjoyment of the crowd of rowdy
women. Without really waiting for an answer, the emcee continued with
her verbal toying.
"IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOU'RE PACKING TOO MUCH UNDER THOSE PANTIES, NOW
DOES IT RON? IS THAT WHY YOU PREFER SKIMPY FEMALE UNDERWEAR? THEY FIT
BETTER? IS THAT IT? I MEAN LET'S BE HONEST, THERE'S BARELY A BULGE TO
BE SEEN." Growing redder by the minute, Ron just stood there and took
all the humiliation that was dished out to him. Being totally flacid
combined with the ajustments that were made by the pretty little
brunette, the panties fitted him almost perfect. All eyes were glued on
his crotch, and many little pinkies were waved in his direction. Not
fished torturing him, the emcee announced: "TURN HIM AROUND GIRLS, I
WANT TO SEE HIS ASS!" to whitch the two blondes complied and rather
violently turned him around, displaying his thonged ass.
The brunette cop, who had temporarily vanised for a few seconds,
suddenly reappeared carrying a small pitcher filled with ice. Giving
him a wink, she pour the ice into his panties and made sure that most
of the ice stayed in. Wincing in pain, Ron could feel the ice having
it's effect on him and there was nothing he could do about it.
Desperately trying to think of sexy thoughts, it turned out to be
useless as his manhood shrunk down to practically nothing. After making
fun of his girly ass for a while, the female emcee finally saw the
embarrassed look on his face and decided to fuck with his mind some
more.
"WHAT'S WRONG RON? ARE YOU EMBARRASSED? MAYBE WE SHOULD LET YOU OFF THE
HOOK AND KICK YOU OFF THE STAGE RIGHT NOW?" she mocked into the
microphone. "WHAT DO YOU THINK GIRLS? HAS HE HAD ENOUGH? SHOULD WE STOP
NOW AND LET HIM GO..." she purposely paused a bit, to let the crowd boo
and shout out their disapproval, "... OR SHOULD WE FINISH THE JOB, AND
STRIP HIM COMPLETELY NAKED?"
After a defenning roar of cheering and encouragement, the word "STRIP"
began to be chanted over and over again, until it was the only thing
Ron could hear. With his eyes closed, he felt hands looping into the
waistbands of his panties, and knew right away without even looking
that the moment had finally arrived. After a very quick drumroll and
with the spotlights still focussed on his midsection, his panties were
slowly pulled down until they finally rested right by his feet.
Stepping on to the panties so that they stayed on the ground, the two
blondes gently picked him up and unthreaded his feet, leaving him
totally naked and defenceless.
Not wanting to, but finally giving in, Ron reopenned his eyes to see
all the giggling women in the front row either sqinting their eyes,
trying to make out if he even had a dick amidst his small mound of
pubes, or wipping their tears of laughter away, from having laughed to
the point of hysteria. One row behind them, also cheering him on, Ron
spotted the girls from his office. All of which had their cameras out
and had been recording the entire show from the beginning. Ron looked
at Melinda with pleading eyes, hoping to shown some kind of mercy, only
to see her momentarily lower her cell phone a bit and yell out: "We own
you... Bitch!!"
**to be continued**
Emely
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