Persuaded

I don’t pick up girls in hotels.  I mean I’d like to, but I’m far too nervous.  Other blokes at our place seem to have no trouble getting girls to drop their knickers, like Doug - 'Girls are made to love and kiss' he says and in that order (except he doesn’t say 'love' he says a rude word starting with 'f' which I wouldn’t use).  No, I don't do those things.  I'm far too shy to ask.  That’s why I was sitting alone in the lounge of The Grand Hotel late at night when the girl approached me. 

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, "I'm Samantha."

"Um... er..." I muttered.  Unable to say more.  Far too shy.

"Thanks," she said sitting herself in the chair beside me.  She was young, blonde, petite and quite pretty in a cheeky sort of way.  You know the sort.  Turned up nose, rosy cheeks, big eyes.

"So," she said, "what brings you to this neck of the woods?"

Oh Gosh!  Was she chatting me up or just being friendly? It hat to be the latter, girls don’t chat me up.

"I’m here on business," I said trying to sound important.

"And what business is that?"

"I’m a..." I thought about lying, saying I was something interesting, but it was no good, "a... Quality Documentation Auditor."

She frowned slightly.

"But what do you do?"

"I er... audit the quality of documents..."

"Oh.   Exciting is it?"

"Not very."

A long pause followed in which I tried to think of something to say.

"I’m a writer," she said, "seeing as you ask"

Of course!  I should have asked her what she did.  Now she was being sarcastic.

"Well," I paused for something more to say, "what do you write?"

"Erotic stories."

Oh my Gosh twice over.

"You mean like er..  you know... that er..  Twenty... er things..."  I couldn’t think what it was called.

"I wish," she said, "then I might make some money.  No.  I write naughty stories but I don’t make much for them."

"Oh...  er..."  What on earth should I say?  "What sort of stories then?"

"You know the sort.  Where people lose all their clothes in public and get laughed at."

"Oh...   Right...  And there’s money in it?"

A girl who wrote naughty stories about girls being caught in the nude and she was chatting me up!  I had to try and keep the conversation going 

"Not much.  I publish a blog on line.  There's money to be made, but I need to get more readers.  I’ve reached a sort of limit."

"Why is that then?"

"They say I"m not realistic enough, that's what the readers say.  I need to do research they say.  Need to know what it really feels like being nude in public."

"Um...  er..." I had to think of something to say.  "What er... story are you on with now then?"

"Well, my leading character gets 'tricked,' shall we say into pretending to be locked naked out of a hotel bedroom and has to go down to reception stark naked to be let back in.  Except the receptionist demands identification which of course a you don’t have when you’re nude, and much hilarity follows."

"And it isn't realistic enough?"

"They say I have to do research.  As if anyone would strip naked and pretend to be locked out of a bedroom for research."

The thought of her stripped naked and locked out was too much for me.  No girl had dropped her knickers for me in a long time, that is to say ever.

"Why not?" I said.

"Because it would be too embarrassing that’s why."

"I don’t see why?"  With a bit of persuasion I might get her to do it!  I had to try at any rate.

"Well it would be just so embarrassing wouldn’t it!"

"Not at all!  Of course not!"  I just had to persuade her to do it.  Just think of it!  Persuading her to come into reception completely nude!

"Yes it would.  You would be embarrassed doing it wouldn’t you?"

"No.  There’s nothing to be embarrassed about."  Then my master stroke!  "I’d be there.  I’d make sure nothing went wrong."  Master stroke!  I’d get to watch!  Not as good as getting in her knickers, but not far short!

"Well if you would.  I mean it might work.  I mean you would do it if I asked?"

"Of course..". She was actually asking me to watch!

"Oh thank you.  Thank you."

She was even thanking me for being there to watch!

"Well how do we do it then?" I asked.

"Simple isn’t it.  You go to your room, take all your clothes off, lock yourself out and come down to reception.  I'll be there.  I'll watch exactly what happens and you can tell me what it feels like.  I mean I’d have done it myself if you hadn’t volunteered, but my main character is a rather naive young man like you.  In fact I'll base him in you.  So you’re perfect for it."

"But..." it suddenly struck me how I’d got the conversation all wrong.  She’d been asking me to come down into reception naked, not to watch her do it.  I couldn’t do it!  I couldn’t!  I’d die of embarrassment.  I just had to think of some way to get out of it.  An idea struck me.

"I’d do it in a shot, I'd even enjoy it, but..."

"But?"

"Well, the receptionist.  It wouldn’t be fair on her.  I mean seeing me in the nude.  It might give her a shock.  She might get upset.  Might call the management..."

That would get me out of it for sure.

*************

I hope you're enjoying this story readers!  He sent his version to me so I thought I would use that instead of writing it myself.  But I'll make a few little comments as we go along to keep you in on the joke!  Love, Samantha.

When you’re playing a joke on someone the big mistake the victim makes is trying to find an excuse to get them out of whatever embarrassing corner you’ve backed them into.  The embarrassing corner being one in which they are stranded in public with no clothes on.  It’s such a thrill getting them into the corner and watching them trying everything they can to get out and all the while you know that you’ve got them.  There’s no escape.  In the end they are going to be standing there out in the open in front of you completely nude and you’ve made them do it.

The pathetic excuse he tried was:

"Well, the receptionist.  It wouldn’t be fair on her.  I mean seeing me in the nude.  It might give her a shock.  She might get upset.  Might call the management..."

Easily countered.

"I'll go and speak with her.  You needn’t worry."

And before he could object I got up and left the room.  I quickly crossed reception and into the ladies where I took off my damp panties.  Don’t make such a face readers!  The anticipation of the humiliation to come was getting so stimulating that well...  I know you understand...  and you girls reading this will have to take your panties off soon as well.  I promise.  I fact dear readers why don’t you all take all your clothes off now, you'll enjoy it much more if you.  Girls, it will keep your panties dry and you boys, I think your cocks will be up already and you'll be wanting to play with them very soon!

I crossed back through the lobby winking to the receptionist as I passed, and went back into the lounge.

**********

Thank goodness I’d thought of that excuse.  I’d seen the girl on reception.  She'd get short shrift from her and I’d be off the hook.  Five minutes later my new friend returned a broad grin on her face.

"Settled," she said, "no problem at all.  She's up for it."

"But but...  what about..."

"What about what?"

"I mean other guests."

"None about this time of night.  Anyway they won’t mind.  No worries for you there.  You can go and enjoy yourself.  You did say you'd enjoy it didn’t you?  And it will be so valuable for me to watch.  I'll write it all down for my blog.  And make sure she sees your willy."

"My what?"

"Your willy.  She has to see your willy.  You will show it to her won’t you?"

"Yes, yes of course.  I will..."

What else could I say.  Hoist by my own petard.  I crept back through reception to the lift.  The receptionist gave me a funny look.  Well she would wouldn’t she?  Back in my room I thought about just forgetting about it.  But I just couldn’t.  I would meet the girl again.  She might even come up to my room.  I’d look stupid.  I’d look as if I’d been trying to get her naked.  Oh heck!  I took my clothes off and peered out the door.  I crept into the corridor.  I couldn’t do it.  I couldn’t.  I turned to go back into the room but just as I did so the door slammed in my face.  The decision had been made for me.  I was locked out naked.  Hesitantly I crept on tiptoe down the corridor to the lift.  I had nothing on, out in the corridor where anyone might see me.  Nothing on!  Nothing at all!  I covered my private parts with my hands and cowered as the lift started going down.  There was no going back now.

*************

You might wonder if I thought I might have seen the last of him, if he'd have gone back to his room and never reappeared.  But I knew.  I had him.  He'd be terrified of looking like a fool if he didn’t come back.  But still, my heart was racing as I stood at the reception desk chatting to the reception desk.  The lift was directly opposite and the indicator showed that it was coming down from the fourth floor.  His floor.  It arrived.  The lift doors opened and out he stepped.  He stood in front of us, not a stitch on, completely nude, red faced and trembling, trying to hide his willy with his hands. I’d done it!  I’d done him!  I was so excited I’d have wet my pants if I’d been wearing any.  Now to have some fun!  And girls if you’re not naked as instructed - get naked now, you’re going to enjoy the next bit!

*************

The lift opened directly into the reception area and the doors slowly cranked open to reveal me to the two waiting girls.  They would be expecting me of course but that didn’t stop the embarrassment as I stepped out into the lobby.  I was nude in public, completely nude, out in the open.  I crept up to the reception desk.

"Please Miss," I stammered, "please Miss I...  I...  er..." my face was burning and my mouth was so dry I could hardly get the words out.

"What?" The receptionist snapped open mouthed.

"Please Miss I...  I... locked myself out my room..."

"But... But... you’ve got no clothes on.  What are you doing in the hotel lobby with no clothes on?"

"Well I had to you know.  I had to see what it felt like for you to see me with nothing on.  You know..." my voice trailed away.

"You mean you did this deliberately.  You locked yourself out your room in the nude deliberately!  You wanted me to see you naked?"

"Um... er... well yes.  She told me to," I said pointing to Samantha who was grinning all over her face, "she said I had to..  had to... show you my willy..." I was trembling so much I hardly knew what I was doing, "there it is," I said, "there's my willy."

Her mouth opened wide.

"Sorry...  you say this lady told you to show me your willy?"

"Well... yes..."

She looked at Samantha.

"Did you tell him to take all his clothes off and show us his willy?"

"Never seen him in my life before," she said, "better send for the management.  He needs to be sorted out!"

"Can’t be doing with that," said the receptionist, "too many bloody forms.  I'll write to his company and tell them what he did and not to send him here again."

"You can’t do that," I said, "please Miss.  I'll be a laughing stock."

"I think you’re that already."

"Oh let him go."

"Okay then Sir.  I just need some ID."

"But I haven’t got any.  I haven’t got any clothes on."

"Well I can’t give you a replacement key can I.  That's company rules."

"But... but...  I’m naked."

"That’s just the thing.  Anybody could try and trick their way into getting a room key by coming here naked couldn’t they?  Perhaps that’s what you’re trying to do."

"I’m not.  I’m not." I blurted out.

"Tell you what," said Samantha, "what room are you in ?"

"Four two seven."

"Okay then.  You give me a key for 427, and I’ll go up and fetch some ID for him," Samantha volunteered.

"No problem."

"My driving licence is in my wallet in the bed," I said.

"Perfect."

The receptionist handed the plastic key over and Samantha disappeared.

"You men," said the receptionist, "you do like showing off your willies don’t you?"

"No... no... she said..."

"She said she'd never seen you before so we'll not have any more excuses.  You like showing off your willy don’t you."

"Well..." 

"Don’t you?"

"Er..."

"I'll take that as a yes."

Samantha reappeared with my licence.

"Here it is.  Looks like he's genuine."

"So he is.  I'll just take a photocopy, then we can..."

"I think," said Samantha, "perhaps he should pay a little forfeit for us."

"Good idea.  Can’t get away Scot Free can he?"

"A forfeit..." I stammered, "what kind of forfeit?"

"I know," said Samantha, "you can give us a twerk.  That'll be fun.  I like to see a man twerking in the nude."

"What’s twerking?" I asked.

"Dear me!  What an innocent.  You bend over that table there.  I put on some music, and you shake your bottom in time to the music."

"I what?"

"Shake your bottom, that nice little chubby bare bottom of yours."

"But I can’t..."

"I think you can.  If you want this card key that is, or I could just email your company."

"No no... I'll do it."

I bent over the table

"Here, I'll put the music on.  Do it properly now, or no key for you!"

Disco type dance music blared through the hall and I started to wiggle my bottom.  I wiggled and wiggled as hard as I could.  I just had to get my key.

Suddenly the music stopped.

"What on earth!"

I spun round.  A busty dark haired girl stood behind the reception desk.  I’d never seen her before.

"Where's the receptionist gone?" I asked.

"I’m the receptionist."

"But there was another girl here.  Blonde hair.  The receptionist."

"Sorry, I’m the only girl on reception here.  We don’t man the desk this time of night.  I just came out my office when I heard the music.  And you were well..."

"Twerking," I stammered.

"Indeed.  And a remarkable sight it was."

"But there was a girl and she said..."

"And she said that she wrote a naughty blog and needed some real life experience of going into reception naked?"

"Yes..  how..."

"And she tricked you into doing it..."

"Yes...  but how..."

"And she got a copy of your driving licence and persuaded you to..."

"Twerk..."

"Yes indeed."

"But how did you know all that?"

"Same thing happened a few months back.  I heard the music and came out to be greeted by...  Well a bare behind.  You men are so gullible.  One girl to persuade you to strip and one to pretend to be the receptionist.  They must have been in fits of laughter."

I war bright red.  I’d been had.  Completely and utterly had.  Tricked into stripping naked and wiggling my bare behind to a total stranger.

"Never mind," said the receptionist, "she's left your driving licence so I can give you a new key.  Oh, and the address of a website.  You'll look good on it.  You’ve got a much nicer bottom than that other bloke, and a bigger...."

"A bigger what?"

"You know.  A bigger one. She puts a picture of it on the blog.  I got the website last time as well.  I had to have a look at it you know.  And you’ve definitely got a bigger one."

"Have I?"

"Definitely."

"Oh...  right... can I have my key then."

"Of course...  but..."

"But what?"

"Give us a twerk first..."

My eyes opened wide.  She'd already dropped her knickers.

**************

Did you enjoy that story readers.  He gave her a good seeing to and no mistake.  Over the twerking table no less.  Sarah and me watched it on the camera we'd hidden in reception.  

Did you like the illustrations?  We secretly filmed the whole thing.  I particularly like the GIF of his twerking bottom.  And he has got a big one hasn't he?  Oh, and here's his driving licence.  Well, you’ve got to identify the victim haven’t you.  No fun if you don’t.

Love, Samantha

PS. You can stop playing with your cock now.

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READERS COMMENTS

@gulliblenude

Not all bad news though.  Now every hotel I go to now seems to have a receptionist who's seen this blog.  And like the real receptionist at The Grand, they’re turned on by a twerking bare bottom and they like a bigger one.  By the time I’ve checked in they’ve already dropped their knickers.

Padlocked

They say that if you want to feel superior to your boss when talking to him the best thing is to imagine him in the nude, completely in the nude that is, not a stitch on.  Imagining him in the nude though, that’s not much fun.  Actually seeing him completely in the nude without a stitch on, that’s much better.  You find out that he has secrets you never dreamt of.

**************

It was one of those things the company had decided would be a good thing.  It was always having these bright ideas, dredged up by some management consultancy somewhere no doubt.  Smart objectives, matrix management, client investment and so on and so on.  It never did any good, but it didn’t stop them.  The next bright idea was Bonding Weekends.  Ha ha!  The girls said.  Bondage weekends, in your dreams!  But of course it wasn’t kinky bondage they meant, it was a weekend for staff to bond.  To get to know each other, to develop a rapport.  We had to see each other as a whole.  That was the idea of my Boss Monica anyway.  She was always saying she liked to see men as a whole.  She was a very forceful woman.

"When shall I arrange the Bonking Weekend for?"asked Tracey, my secretary.

"Freudian slip," I said, "I think you mean Bonding Weekend!"O

"I know what I mean," said Tracey, "everyone bonks each other silly the whole weekend.  If the high-ups only knew what goes on!"

"Well there'll be none of that on our weekend," I said.  There was only me, and the eight girls who worked for me, and it wasn’t as if I was going to be bonking anyone.  

"Chance'd be a fine thing," said Tracey.

No, no chance of a bonk for me.  It didn’t stop me thinking about it though.  There's nothing wrong with that, is there?  Nothing wrong with fantasising about which one I would bonk if I got the chance.  Of course I never would get the chance, I was far too shy for that.  Eight girls in the department and I would of course have willingly bonked any of them but...  

Tracey arranged the weekend. She was good at that sort of thing - arranging weekends I mean, not bonking, I mean she was probably a good bonk, she certainly looked the sort,  but I mean she arranged the weekend.

"It’s at The Grange," she said, "nice rooms, good conference facilities.  I’ve arranged for you to give a keynote speech on the Saturday."

"Oh.. um..." I said.  I’m not very good at speeches.

"Don’t worry.  I'll write it for you.  I know how busy you are."

"What do we do the rest of the time?"

"Oh, there'll be plenty of time for bonking, don’t worry..."

"I wasn’t meaning..."

"Oh yes you were...  I can see you’ve got your eye on Sharon."

Sharon.  Sexy Sharon of the short skirts and big tits.  Reckoned to be the office bicycle, ridden by everyone except me.

"But..."

"No buts, she likes a man with a big one..."

"But I don’t.."

"Don’t you?  I’d have thought a man like you would have..."

"I don’t mean that..."

"You mean you have got a big one!  I thought as much."

"I meant...  I meant..."

"Well, come on, how big is it?"

"It’s...  its..." what on earth could I say?  Tracey had a way of teasing me like this and I always fell for it, "its.. average...  I think.." I said lamely.

"Average?  You think?  You don’t know?"

"Well....  I...". I couldn’t think what to say and was blushing furiously.

"Well why don’t you show me?  Demonstrate?"

"I can’t do that!"

"Why ever not?"

"Well..  I wouldn’t be right.  It wouldn’t..."

"Wouldn’t what.  What’s wrong with a man showing a girl his...  what should we call it...  wit, intelligence, startling personality?"

"Oh..  that...  I..."

"Why?  What did you think I meant?  You didn’t think...  yes you did!  Naughty boy.  Well I’ll let Sharon know yours is average.  Might be enough.  You never know."

And she went off winking.  She was always teasing me like that.

***************

He'd said he’d got a 'average' one, whatever that meant.  I’d wheedled that out of him.  It was fun teasing him like that, he was just so teasable, and so easy to manipulate as well.  Hadn’t a clue really, so I’m not sure How he'd ever got to be the boss, licked arse probably.  I mean I did all the work after all, and doing all the work I  deserved some reward.  The reward I gave myself was to tease him, unmercifully.  And as for the Bonking Weekend, a golden opportunity to tease.  I mean that was the whole point.  Bonking Weekend indeed!  Nobody called it that, but it was a good tease.

***************

I’d written quite a good keynote speech.  Tracey had had a hand in it of course, but I had polished it up.  It had just the right note I thought for out department.  The girls listened attentively, though the giggling from time to time was a bit distracting.  I mean there was humour of course, but I’m not sure if giggling was appropriate.

It was entitled 'Who Dares Wins'.  I explained how I had reached my position by not being afraid to take risks.  I didn’t get where I am today," I said, summing up, "by taking the safe course.  I dared...  and I won!"

The girls were suitably impressed, especially Sexy Sharon.  She put up her hand.

"Are you really somebody who would take a risk," she said, "I mean I like a risk taker, but you always come across as the cautious type."

Sharon liked a risk taker!  Bonking Weekend and Sharon liked a risk taker.  In truth she was right.  The speech was for the girls' consumption.  I never took a risk in my life.  I didn’t get where I was by taking risks, I got there by dedicated arse licking, mostly metaphorically of course, the speech was just to make me look good in front of the girls.  But Sharon liked a risk taker and it was Bonking Weekend.

"Absolutely," I said.

"You get a kick from risk taking?  I mean you come over as a bit of an arse licker...  " she added.

I blushed scarlet, but I had an answer to that one.

"Other people," I said, "Can lick my er...  arse."

"Ooooooh," said Sharon grinning, "promises, promises!" I’d made an impression there.

I was just about to impress Sharon a bit more when a young slip of a girl barged in with the tea things.

"Do you mind," I said to her rather sharply.  It’s best to let servants know there place isn’t it, "I was just impressing the girls...  I mean I was just impressing on the girls the importance of risk taking."

"Well you’re taking a risk now if you don’t stop for tea now, coz if you don’t I’m taking this lot back."

Cheeky thing.  I gave a scowl.

"You should know your place young Miss," I said, "I've a good mind to report you to the management."

"Don’t mind him," said Tracey, "he’s in charge."

"Him in charge?" said the girl sneering.  What sort of staff are hotels employing nowadays!

"I am in charge, and more word out of you and I’ll report you to the management!"

"Arsehole," she said.

I spluttered but couldn’t think of a suitable riposte.

**************

Of course he hadn’t a clue what to put in his speech, but I knew exactly what I wanted him to say.  I mean I had to back him into a corner, one he couldn’t get out of without losing face.  I’d already dropped the hint that he might get a bonk if he impressed the girls, and I’d written a speech which he would think made him look impressive.  After all, above everything else he was a show-off.  He loved to show-off in front of the girls and this set just the right tone for a show-off.

And he’d fallen for it.  Set himself up as the great risk taker.  And Sharon had pushed him just far enough.  He was going to have to take a risk or lick arse, and I reckoned I knew just which one he’d choose.

***************

"Great speech," said Tracey, "Coming to the party tonight?" 

"Party?  What party?"  I didn’t know anything about a party.

"It’s Bonking Weekend,"said Tracey, "there’s always a party.  How do you think people get the excuse to bonk?"

"But just me and eight girls...  I mean..."

"Don’t look so worried.  You won’t have to bonk everyone..."

"I didn’t  mean that..."

"Just teasing," said Tracey, "it’s just a party.  A few drinks.  A few naughty games - wink wink.  We'll all be there.  Including Sharon...  she was impressed you know."

"Was she?"

"She likes a risk taker," said Tracey winking.  I didn’t know if she was still teasing or what, but I felt my face go all red anyway.

Sharon would be there!  Naughty games!  Oh my gosh!

"Right," I said, "what time?"

"Ten o"clock.  Room 243."

"Isn’t that the Luxury Suite?"

"I believe it is.  Must have got an upgrade."

"Oh," I said.  I should have had the upgrade not Tracey.  I had an attic room on the fourth floor.

*************

We were all waiting for him in my suite when he knocked on the door.

"Come in.  Come in," I said.

He stepped in nervously carrying a bottle of wine.

"Oh, Prosecco," I said, "never mind, we’ve ordered half a dozen bottles of champagne."

"Is everyone here?" he looked round quizzically.

"Don't worry.  You’ve got your choice of the girls," and I gave him a conspiratorial wink, just so he wouldn’t know if I was teasing or not.

"Oh," he said, “I see..." though he didn’t.  Not at all.

"Right," I said, "Play time girls.  The first game.  The Big Risk Game."

"Big Risk?" he swallowed nervously.

"Yes, you said how you liked taking risks.  So here's a game.  It’s a variant of the three card trick."

"Variant?"

"Yes, simple really.  Three cards.  One of them is the Ace of Spades.  If you pick that one you..."

"Yes, I know, I have to pick the ace to win..."

"Not in this version.  If you pick the ace you lose.  Only a one in three chance of losing."

"Um... well... I er..."

"You said you were the great risk taker and you won’t even play with a two to one chance of winning?  What do think of that Sharon?"

"Told you he was an arse licker," said Sharon.

"Perhaps you’d prefer to lick my arse?" I said.

"No...  no..." he blushed bright red.

"I'll pull my knickers down.  You can give it a good lick..."

"No... no... I'll play."

"Good boy.  Now what do you think would be a good stake?"

"Stake?"

"Of course.  There has to be a risk.  Not much of a risk taker if there’s nothing at stake is there?  You did tell Sharon you were a risk taker didn’t you?"

"Of course.  Yes..   perhaps er...," how much could I risk, "er...  five pounds..."

"Five pounds!  That’s no risk.. .  I mean a real risk...  something that will cause the loser real embarrassment...  I know...  loser takes all their clothes off!"

"What!"

"Loser strips naked.  Spends the rest of the evening in the nude.  That’s the sort of risk a real risk taker would take!"

"But really...  I mean I don’t think I can..."

"You mean you’re not willing to take the risk.  After that speech..."

"Yes...  the speech... but..."

I took him aside and whispered, "You could always tell them I wrote the speech," I said, "you could explain that you're just a stick in the mud...  what did Sharon say... arse licker.  Tell you what though.  You lick my arse, and I’ll get you out of it, and I don’t mean metaphorically."

"But I can’t..." he blubbed.

"What?  Take a risk or lick my arse?"

"Take the risk?"

"Of course you can.  It’s only a one in three chance. .

"But...  But..."

"Or stick your tongue out now and start licking.  The girls will enjoy watching that...   Girls..." I said out loud, kicking my shoes off, "instead of taking part in the game he's going to..."

"No no..." he said, "I'll take part.  I'll take part."

I knew he would.  Not that I’d have him lick my arse in a million years, just the threat was enough.

*************

The girls were all there.  And they were going to play party games explained Tracey.  Naughty party games.  She hadn’t been teasing.  They really were going to play games.  She suggested a sort of three card trick.  The loser was to be naked, yes completely in the nude, for the whole of the party.  It seemed well a bit risky to me, but of course I had said I was a risk taker in the speech, and then Tracey had said I should Well... lick her bottom instead, so I agreed to take part.   Couldn’t be seen to be a prude could I?  I mean lick her bottom, I couldn’t do that could I?

Tracey set out the cards.  

"Do you know which one it is?" I asked.

"Of course..."

"Well...  er..." despite the fact that the odds were in my favour my heart was beating ten to the dozen, "that one...".  I looked a Tracey's face.  There was a smile...  No!  She was smiling!

"That one!" She grinned.

"No...  I meant that one..."

"This one...."

"Yes...  I mean no...  I mean...  this one... definitely this one..."

"I tell you what!" said Tracey, "I'll help you out.  This one isn’t the ace..." and she turned the middle one over.  The four of diamonds."

"Now... do you want to change your mind?"

"Change my mind...  I er..." then I remembered, it was in that book I read.  It was always better to change!  You always won when you changed...  it had been on some old TV programme with goats and cars and things.  Tracey wouldn’t know that, only being a secretary, she'd played right into my hands.  "Yes, I'll change," I said, "that one.  Definitely that one."

Tracey turned it over.  It was the Ace of Spades.

***********

He looked like a frightened rabbit in the headlights.  Of course he'd lost.  You could fool him into anything.  Candy off a baby!

"Off, off, off..." chanted the girls.

"Strip naked or lick my...  well you can lick my feet as a special concession," I said.

"But..." he just stood there blushing scarlet.

"Right!  Bare feet for you," I said.  He still stood there petrified.  It was the golden tease of all teases.  He wouldn’t strip naked of course, but he was going to have to lick my bare feet to get out if it.  The girls would laugh about it for months.

**************

I looked at the card.  How had I lost.  Surely I'd been certain to win...

"Off, off, off..." chanted the girls.  My face was burning.  My head was in a whirl.  I couldn’t think.

"Bare feet for you," said Tracey.

Bare feet?  What did she mean?

"Bare feet, bare feet, bare feet..." chanted the girls.

Bare feet...  I had to have bare feet...  

"Yes...  yes..." my head was still spinning.  I took off my shoes and socks and stood there barefoot.  There was a moments silence.  Then Sharon started up...

"Bare chest, bare chest," and the others joined in, "bare chest, bare chest..."

I took off my shirt.

"Bare legs, bare legs..."

And before I knew it I was standing there in my underpants.

"Off...  off...  off...". I didn’t know what to do.  I just stood blushing and trembling.  I couldn’t take off my underpants.  They would see..  would see... it...

What should I do...  what should I do... "Off... off... off...". The chanting got louder and louder.  And I just stood there petrified as Sharon came and she...

And I could do nothing to stop her.

*********

 I hadn’t reckoned on the sheer force of the willpower of a group of girls when they have the bit between the teeth.  He had taken his shoes and socks off.  When I said bare feet for him I had meant for him to lick my bare feet, but he had taken off his shoes and socks.  And when the girls had seen that they scented weakness, they weren’t going to let him get away with that.  Now he stood there in his unders, red faced and trembling.

"Off... off... off..." chanted the girls, and they weren’t going to stop till they’d seen everything.

It was inevitable.  I knew it, the girls knew it, and he knew it.  I’d only meant it as a tease.  I’d never meant him to actually strip naked.  On the other hand nobody had made him.  He’d taken part voluntarily, he’d taken his clothes off voluntarily, and after all he was a show off.  It was a fitting punishment for a show-off.

He stood there in his underpants petrified.  And then Sharon walked up to him.  I didn’t stop her. I should have done, but I didn’t.  I thought he would stop her but he didn’t.  He didn’t stop her.  He didn’t do anything as she got hold of his pants and pulled them sharply down to the ground.  Oh my gosh!  Didn't he know what average was?  Hadn’t he ever measured it?  It wasn’t average.  It was the biggest I’d ever seen!

And round his cock was a ring fastened with a little brass padlock.  He’d had his cock and balls padlocked.

*********

What had I done.  My mind had been in such a whirl since the girls started chanting.  And now they were laughing and I was standing there with no clothes on.  It was then that the embarrassment hit me.  I had no clothes on and the girls in the office were all looking at me.  My face was burning and I stood frozen to the spot, completely nude, my penis with... with...   Oh why had I had that done!  All could do was let them look and laugh.

"How...  why..." asked Tracey.

"It was last year..." I gabbled, "when I was on that business trip...  you know the one..."

"I thought you were wriggling about a bit when you came back..."

"I went for a er..."

"What?"

"I mean massage..."

"That’s what you get up to is it!"

"No...  I thought it was all respectable and...  the girl said I had to take all my clothes off...  and she said I had a big one...  and I did I want er... a...  er...

"Wank?  You thought you were going to get a wank!"

"Well...  I suppose so... and I said yes...  and the next thing I knew there it was and I can’t get it off...  It’s a combination lock...  I don’t know the combination..."

And the girls started laughing again and my face was burning.

It was then that the knock came on the door.  I looked at it in horror.

"Well go and answer it then," said Tracey, "it'll be the champagne we ordered."

"But I’ve got no clothes on," I whimpered, "can I put my clothes back on please."

"Of course not.  Naked for the whole of the party.  You're our naked slave.  That’s the whole point of the game.  You took the risk.  You lost.  And now you have bear the consequences."

"That’s not all he’s bared," chortled Sharon.

Knock at the door again.

"Go on," said Tracey, "or have you forgotten the meaning of the word slave?"

"But they'll see me with nothing on."

Sharon spoke up, "That is the whole point.  To cause maximum embarrassment. Go on...  obey your Mistress."

Sharon knew how to get me really obedient.

"Yes Mistress," I said and with the girls' laughter ringing in my ears I crept to the door and opened it.  I peered out.  A girl was standing there with a trolley on which were four bottles of champagne and eight glasses.  The same girl who had brought us tea during the meeting.  The one I’d had to be a bit sharp with for interrupting us.

"Well, open the door wide," she said, "I’ve got to push this in."

"But...  But..."

"Well go on then," she stood with her hands in her hips, "I haven’t got all day."

"Yes Miss," I opened the door and she flounced in.  

She looked at me and a broad smile appeared on her face.

"Ooh!  Have I come at an awkward time," she said.

"Not at all.  I just thought that show-offs should be taught a little lesson," said Sharon.

"A little lesson in what?"

"In humility.  He doesn’t want to be quite so much of a show off when he's got no clothes on!"

"You’re right there," said the girl, "he looks really embarrassed."

"That’s the whole point.  Go on.  Have a good look."

She walked round me looking at every inch of my body while I stood there completely nude trembling with embarrassment.

"Well you’re a dark horse," she said, "never thought you’d have one of those."

"Hidden depths," said Tracey.

"You say he needs to be humiliated?"

"Well, I said humility, but don’t let me stop you."

"It’s just," said the girl looking at me with her hands on her hips, "this little show-off reported me to the management.  Showed me up in front of everyone.  So do you know what I’m going to do?"

"What?"

"Show him off to everyone.  With no clothes on.  A suitable punishment for a show-off don’t you think."

I should have done something.  But I had nothing on.  I was in the nude.  A naked slave.  I couldn’t resist.  I just couldn’t.

"You know why men get those things?"

"To show off?"

"It’s like a bull with a ring through its nose."

"A what?"

"You can lead a bull anywhere  by the nose.  Just tie a piece of string to the ring."

"And..."

She moved up close to me.

"You can lead a man anywhere by the cock ring.  Just tie a piece of string to it."

I felt a tug on my penis.  I hadn’t even noticed her tying the string on.

************

Honestly!  Why do men do these things.  We wheedled it out of him eventually.  He’d gone to this shady massage parlour, he might have pleaded innocence but we know better, and the girl had padlocked his cock.  It’s an old scam, with a padlock in place the poor nerd would have to pay her through the nose, or in this case the cock, to get the number to take it off.  He was such a skinflint he would never have paid.

He must have spent hours trying every number from one to a thousand!  What a laugh.

And now he was at the mercy of the girl.  Well he deserved it didn’t he?  For being such a fool.  He deserved a little punishment.  She'd fastened a length of string to the padlock and was tugging on his cock.

"Come on... round the room with you..."

She tugged his cock and he followed.

"Yes Miss..."

"Faster, faster..."

"Yes Miss."

It was the funniest thing I’d ever seen.  She tugged him round and round the room, faster and faster, and he pranced after her, holding onto the string trying to prevent his cock being yanked, his cute little bottom wiggling as he ran.

How we laughed!  Our little tease had developed into something much more... well... stimulating.  But even more was to come.

***********

"Open the door," she shouted, tugging on my willy again.

"You can’t pull him round the hotel!" yelled Tracey.

"Oh yes I can.  He got me sacked, so I’ve nothing to lose.  Along the corridor!"

"In that case..."

The padlock was fixed through my penis in the underside just below the head.  The girl doing the massage had pinched the skin so as I didn’t feel it being inserted and once it was there she said I would have to pay for the combination and now...  oh no...  the door was open and I was being pulled through it...

Along the corridor being pulled by my willy with nothing on.  What if someone should come!  What if someone should come!

"Please Miss.  Please..."

But she was merciless.

"Faster, faster..."

"Where are you going Miss?  Please Miss..."

"Down the stairs..."

"But you said Miss..."

"Faster, faster..."

"Not in the lobby Miss...  Please..."

************

She left him in the lobby.   Tied to a table.  Secured should I say.  We couldn’t get the knot undone.  We were going to go back for a pair of scissors, but Sharon announced that it was a piece of performance art and he had to stay there until a member of the public could free him.  The public will accept anything if it is art of course, so everyone tried.

************

I was tied to a table in the hotel reception with everybody staring at me.  Somebody had to do something so Sharon put up a notice asking people to find the combination. I counted fifty-seven girls trying before one got it right.  Some didn’t even try.

So...  in the end it was quite a successful weekend.

I found out the combination.

I got fifty-seven free wanks.

Sharon saw the size of my cock so it did turn out to be a bonking weekend.

Except...

*******

"Tracey..."

"What?"

"What's the new combination?"

"Wouldn’t you like to know."

"But you said... when you put it back on..."

"I did, didn’t I... but..."

"But?"

"There’s an art exhibition at the Gallery next month and...

"Please Miss, no Miss..."

"Don’t worry.  It might take more than fifty-seven goes this time."