You've been pranked

It was a big hotel and a bit old fashioned so the lifts clanked up and down taking about ninety seconds in all.  So ninety seconds was all I had if I was going to achieve my goal,  and I just had to do it.  It had to show I was right.

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There is something very intimate about being in an elevator with a pretty girl.  You are thrown together in this enclosed space for perhaps ninety seconds at the most.  And she smiles with you with her big blue eyes and says...

Well, I'm a big sucker for pretty girls with big blue eyes and so when she opens them wide and says.

"Will you do something for me?  It's very important.  And we've only got ninety seconds."

Of course I say 

"Yes.  Anything."

"Anything.  Really!  You'll do anything?  You won't regret it.  I promise."

"Yes, of course."

"Thank you.  Thank you.  You won't regret it."

It's so wonderful to be thanked by a pretty girl with big blue eyes.

"What is it.  Just tell me."

"Take your shoes and socks off."

"But..  Why?"

"Because I ask you to.  And it's very important.  And you said you'd do anything.  You promised!"  And you won't regret it.  Don't you believe me?"

"Of course I do, but..."

"And you promised..."

"Yes I did but..."

And she looked t me with those big eyes.

"Come on.  You promised.  It's simple enough.  And you've only got another sixty seconds.  You've got to do it and quickly.  Believe me.  You wont regret it."

So I took my shoes and socks off.  How stupid you're thinking,  but I didn't know how to say know and it seemed a simple thing to do.  I could always stop.  But once I'd started it seemed like I'd committed myself.

"Thank you, thank you," she said, "you really won't regret it.  Quickly quickly, now take your shirt off, there's only another thirty seconds."

I didn't have time to think.  I felt committed.  The lift had reached the twenty-seventh floor.  Only a few seconds to go."

"Come on.  We're nearly there!  Take your trousers off."

Big blue eyes.  Appealing look.  I didn't have time to think.  Of course I did it.

"And your underpants."

"But I can't.  I can't.  I'll having nothing on..."

"You said you would.  You said you would..."

"Yes but..."

"Get them off...  Now!"

She stood with her hands on her hips.

"Now!"

I did as I was told.

In another few seconds I was standing in front of the elevator doors waiting for them to open.  Completely nude.  It was only then that it occurred to me that there might be other people waiting outside.  Waiting for the door to open.

She picked up my clothes, stuffed them in her bag and burst out laughing.

I looked at her open mouthed.

"You're so funny!" she said, and the doors clanked slowly open.

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I've always loved You've Been Pranked!  The rather naughty hidden camera show on the Naughty Girls channel.  It's a subscription channel for girls who well, to put it bluntly, like to see men humiliated.  The form of the humiliation generally being to deprive them of their clothes and then display them in public with nothing on.  Pranking men to persuade them to take all their clothes off looked quite easy.  I mean nobody was forced to do anything, that would have been really mean, no it was simply a matter of persuasion and a little trickery.

I was telling the girls about it.  The three of us, Samantha, Lisa and me were having a girly weekend at this hotel in....  Well I'd better not say exactly where.  Anyway it was one of those big old fashioned Victorian places.  Anyway we were having a drink in the lounge, well,a few drinks actually, they had an impressive range of gins to sample, and I was telling the girls about "You've been pranked'.  

"These men," I said, they're so stupid, they just take all their clothes off because you ask them."

"Don't be daft," says Samantha, she's dead pretty, nearly as pretty as me, well I'm like dead gorgeous, but she's got bigger boobs, anyway, "don't be daft," she says, "they're all,staged them things.  They use actors.  They'll do anything them actors."

"They're not actors, just stupid men!"

"They're actors," butts in Lisa, "tell me this then...  How big are their cocks?"

"What!"

"Well they're in the nuddy, so you say, so you must have seen their cocks.  I mean they don't pixieate them out do they?"

"Pixieate?"

"You know make them all blurry."

"You mean pixelate.  No they don't.  Wouldn't be much fun if they did."

"Well, how big are they?"

"Well they're...  They're quite impressive if you must know."

"Exactly.  If you're putting on a peep show for girls you want men with big willies.  Stands to reason.  Now your average man hasn't got a big willy, not in my experience at any rate, so they're using actors."

"I tell you they're not.  They probably prank hundreds of men and just use the ones with the big cocks.  I tell you, they're such suckers anyone could do it.  I could do it."

"Go on then.  What was that last show you told us about.  'Strip him in the lift' was it?"

"Elevator, they've gone all American."

"All right, elevator then.  If it's so easy, you do it.  Next man to go in the lift, sorry elevator, I bet you can't strip,him naked before he gets out and parade him through the lounge with his willy on display."

So that was why I was in the elevator. Exactly like on the show.  I had to get in the elevator with a suitable subject on the ground floor, and in the ninety seconds it took to reach the top, persuade him to take all his clothes off.  No force, no blackmail, no promises, just pure persuasion.

Well, I've always been persuasive, it's not just the big eyes and the eyelashes, it's just knowing that most people just don't like to say 'no'.  And I'd seen the technique on the show.  You get them to promise to do something before they know what it is they're promising, then you just don't let them back out.  And no matter how embarrassing it is ninety percent of people, well men - girls aren't so stupid, will do it, rather than say 'no'. 

And how embarrassing it was.  I'd pushed him and pushed him and pushed him, not giving him time to think, not giving him time to realise that when the elevator arrived in his floor I would push him out into it with no clothes on.  And the look on his face when he realised!  It was so funny!  I looked him up and down.  He had been a good choice as a subject, slim, fair, good looking rather boyish figure.  And he'd have been good for the show, a nice bum and a nice figure and, yes I had a good stare at it, a really big cock.  The girls who watched the show liked to see a nice firm bottom and a well proportioned cock.  That's what they paid good money for.

And he was shy.  The best victims were always the shy ones,  they got the most embarrassed.  And of course the whole aim was maximum embarrassment for the victim.  Talk about panic!  He'd gone bright red and just stood there shaking with embarrassment as the doors opened.  I couldn't help laughing as I pushed him gently out.  Now the fun would really start.

I'd completed the first part of the task.  I'd got him into the corridor in the nude, now I had to parade him in front of the girls.  That's what they did on the show.  You see the natural reaction of the victims on the show finding themselves nude in public is to panic and run, and although that was funny when it happened, and was often the climax of the show, I wanted a climax in a way that would cause maximum embarrassment and humiliation.  The girls expected it.  How mean, you're thinking, well I repeat, nobody had forced him into anything, anyway he would enjoy  a naked public humiliation.  He wouldn't be in this predicament now if he didn't secretly want it, would he?

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What had I done!  It had all gone so quickly.  One moment I was going up in the lift and the next I was standing in the hotel corridor with nothing on.  It all seemed like a dream.  Why had I done it?  How had she made me do it?  I looked round in panic for my clothes.  The doors to the lift were just closing with my clothes inside.  I watched as it started going back down. The panic started to rise in me.  I was standing there with no clothes on.  My face was burning, my legs were trembling, all I wanted to do was run.

Then I felt a hand on my bum.  The girl with blue eyes laughed.

"Smile for the cameras," she said, grinning, "you've been pranked!"

"Pranked?  Cameras?"

"Yes, precisely."

"But I've got no clothes on," I gasped, standing there, bright red, trembling, trying to hide my private parts with my hands, but aware that I was otherwise completely nude.

"Well, that is the point of the prank," she said, "to make you walk round the hotel with no clothes on.  It's only funny if you're not wearing anything."

"But you told me to."

"I did didn't I?"

"Please can I go to my room." I stammered.

"You certainly can, but you haven't got a key, have you."

"No but..."

"But what?"

"You can get one for me."

"I don't think they'll give me a key."

"But..  What can I do?"

"I'll tell you how to get you into your room.  An easy little task, except of course you have to do it with no clothes on."

"What task?"

"You see that room there?"

"Yes."

"Well you have to knock on the door and ask the person if you can use the phone to call reception.  Tell the girls on reception that you took all your clothes off and now you're locked out your room in the nude."

"But I can't do that..."

"I don't see why not.  You decided to take all your clothes off.  Nobody made you.  Now go along.  There's a good boy."

"But we don't know who's in the room."

"That's the fun of it!  The surprise element!"

"But what if it's a girl in there!"

"I rather hope it is."

"But she'll see me with no clothes on."

"Well I can see you with no clothes on.  And very amusing it is too.  You've gone bright red and you're trying to hide your naughty bits with your hands.  You look really embarrassed.  And that's the whole point isn't it!  For people to see you with no clothes on and embarrass you.  And you took them all off.  Nobody made you.  Go on now.  Knock knock.

I knocked on the door.  Knees trembling, face burning.  The door opened slightly and a woman's face peered out.

"I've got no clothes on," I stammered.

"Sorry?" she looked puzzled rather than interested.

"I've got no clothes on," I could feel my face burning, my legs were trembling and my mouth had gone all dry.

"No clothes on?"

"Yes," I knew I was starting to gabble but I couldn't help it, "I'm locked out in the nude and people can see me with no clothes on and.. And..  And...  They can see me with no clothes on and..."

"And what..."

"Can you help me please..."

"What about her?" Pointing at the girl with the blue eyes.

"She can see me with nothing on as well."

"Why?"

"He lost a bet," the girl piped up.

It seemed a reasonable explanation, more credible than the real one, "Thats right," I said, "It's like a dare.  I've got to get help with no clothes on..."

"That must be embarrassing for you."

"It's supposed to be embarrassing for him," said the girl, "the more embarrassing the better."

"Then I have to do something to embarrass him?"

"That," said the girl, "is entirely up to you."

"Please," I stammered.

"Did anyone say you could speak?" snapped the woman in the room.

"No Miss."

"And stop standing there shivering with your hands over your privates.  Stand up straight, legs apart, with your hands on your head.  Let me see what you're made of."

"Yes Miss," I did as I was told.  Standing there without a stitch on, being bossed by two girls, I was completely subservient.

"And turn round.  I want to see everything."

"Yes Miss."

I turned around so she could see all of me.  Completely nude.  She'd done it on purpose to cause maximum embarrassment.

"Now stand there.  Legs apart!"

"Yes Miss."

I knew why she'd wanted me like that.  My...  Well my vulnerable orbs, if I can put it delicately, hung between my legs.  Her foot twitched.  Oh my Gosh.  She was kick me in the balls! I flinched slightly.

"Good.  Now if you grovel nicely we might just see if reception can get you a new room key."

She had me.  With my balls dangling and her foot twitching I'd do anything she said.

"Yes Miss.  Anything Miss."

"Well ask nicely then"

"I er..."

"Ask nicely.  Beg."

"But I can't Miss...l

"Have you got any clothes on?"

"No Miss."

Her foot twitched.

"Well in that case I suggest you start asking nicely."

"Yes Miss."

I was still out in the corridor completely nude, shaking with embarrassment, terrified that the party of schoolgirls I'd seen in the lobby would suddenly appear.  

"Please Miss.  I've got no clothes on Miss.  Please help me Miss."

"That's better," she said, "come along."

"Where Miss?"

"Down to reception.  That's where you get a replacement key."

"But people will see me!"

"So?"

"But I've got no clothes on."

"Well you shouldn't have taken them off should you?"

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I'd told him there were hidden cameras like they did on the real show, and it wasn't just to embarrass him.  Sarah on reception is a good friend.  She'd let me have the security camera footage.  

He chose a room at random.  That's part of the fun.  It could be anyone.  It was one of those bossy city girl types.  The sort that like to boss men about.  The sort who eat naked men for breakfast. She made him show her his willy.  Just like that!  "Put your hands on your head and show me your willy!"  She knew that once she'd made him show her his willy.  Then she'd be the boss!

***********

Business trips are boring, even for a senior executive like me.  Just turned 28 and already senior sales director of a lingerie firm.  Not bad for a girl with just a bossy personality to help her advancement.

Anyway, this trip was turning out more interesting than I might have expected.  There was a knock at the door and when I opened up who should be standing there but a girl and a man.  She was perhaps in her early twenties, the sort of baby faced blonde that men drool over.  He was young, fair, slim, quite good looking in a delicate sort of way.  She was dressed in a bright red rather short dress.  He was dressed in nothing at all.  

He stood there completely in the nude stammering about needing some help.  It was apparently some silly dare.  I guess he'd lost a bet.  Well, I thought, it would be churlish not to help, but...  May as well have some fun first.

I opened the door wide.  He was standing in that characteristic 'embarrassed man caught with no clothes on' position.  That is to say knock kneed, blushing scarlet, hands trying to hide cock and balls.

We couldn't have that could we.  Cock and balls would have to be displayed if he was going to get any help.

"Hands on head," I said, of course he obeyed, men do obey bossy girls when they've got no clothes on.

So I got a good look.  Made him do a little twirl.  That's what men get girls to do when they want to ogle them isn't it.  So he could do a little twirl for me.

Nice legs, cute bum, very cute bum in fact, not muscular, but nicely toned, the sort of cute chubby bottom that's just begging to be smacked.  Slim figure, smooth all over.  I don't like hairy men.  I mean who does.  Of course I paid particular attention to his cock and balls.  Once you've seen a man's cock he's always embarrassed and he'll be putty in your hands forever after.  That's been one of the secrets of my success.  Get a man to show you his cock (easier than you'd think girls) and he's yours to boss around forever.

So, I had a good look at his cock.  As I said, I usually get the men who work for me to show me their cocks.  Rank, as they say, has its privileges, and if a man wants to work for me he shows me his cock.  I say it when I interview them, "Show me your cock," I say, "If you want this job show me your cock."  It separates the wimps from the twerps (men are always one or the other).  The wimps show me their cock.  They get the job.  I don't want twerps working for me.  You know what girls?  Some surprisingly virile looking men have surprisingly little ones.  This wimp might have been slim and delicate featured but his cock was really impressive, and a pair of cannonballs, if you'll excuse the expression, dangling invitingly.  Here's a tip girls - if you want control over a naked man, as we all do, make him stand with his legs apart.  In that position his balls dangle, unprotected and vulnerable.  If he doesn't do as he's told a quick tap with the foot will quickly bring him to heel.  It's not usually necessary, just move your foot a little and the fact that he knows his balls are dangling invitingly is enough.

He was, apparently, to suffer a nude humiliation for losing whatever bet they must have made.  If he'd won no doubt he would have been parading the girl around in the nude, so basically he deserved whatever he was going to get.

"I tell you what," I said, "I've an idea..."

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

"I've an idea," she said, "so you won't have to go down in the nude"

"Yes, anything..."

"Anything?"

"Yes, yes... Please."

"Well," she said grinning, "I am chief sales executive for a ladies lingerie company.  I'm sure we can find you a nice pair of sexy panties to wear."

"But...  I can't.."

"Well, it's that or well, you go as you are..."

"But...."

"Here's a lovely pair," she held up a pair of sheer, pink silk panties.

"I can't wear those!"

"Why ever not?  They're designer label."

"But...."

"These or displayed completely nude for all the world to see."

"Well...  I...  er..  Suppose so..."  I put them on. "They've a slit in them!"

"Of course.  Sexy knickers are always crotchless."

"But my.... My...  er...  It won't...  I mean it's..."

"You mean your willy's so big it won't stay in."

"Well...  Yes..."

"In that case I suggest you let it poke through."

"But..." 

*********

She'd wrapped him round her little finger.  He stood there in his little panties with his willy sticking out.  It was too funny for words.  I know what you're thinking girls, when you're reading this, you're thinking I was really mean parading him through the lounge with his willy on view, but do you know what, it was really funny!

"There you are girls." I said, and yanked his knickers to the ground.

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Tracey had like made this bet.  All because of some silly on-line thing she watched where girls got men naked.  Anyways me and Lisa told her, it'll be all staged like with actors cos they'll all have big ones won't they.  Apparently they did all have big ones, Tracey likes a big one does our Trace.  

  

So, Tracey was like having nothing of it.  Men always want to show off to a girl, she says, I could get any man to do it.

So that was how we ended up with the bet.  Tracey went off to try and get this bloke naked for us, like stand in front of us with nothing on.  And he had to have a big one.  Fat chance we thought.  Tracey was going to be mega embarrassed when she lost.  Considering like what the bet was.

Lisa and me had a couple of shots, getting quite squiffy we was, and laughing at the thought of Tracey's mega embarrassment, when stick a banana up me whatsit (no that wasn't the bet it's an expression we use like) in walks Tracey, and the bloke in a pair of bleeding knickers and his willy on view.

And I'll tell you what.  It was a bleeedin big one!

He stood there in the lounge in front of us two girls completely nude except for a pair of silk knickers round his ankles.

A round of applause broke out from the guests in the lounge.

"I think you lost something," I said..

"Like these," said Lisa, holding up a bag containing his clothes.

"I don't understand," he stammered.

"You've been pranked!" we chorused in unison.

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

It had all been some silly prank to do with a television show.  Well, you have to be a good sport don't you?

And the two girls had apparently lost a bet.  They're on their way down to the front desk now.  They can have their clothes back when they return