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Cfnm Fantasy Becomes A Nightmare

Cfnm Fantasy Becomes A Nightmare

by 7dayweeend
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I never talked to Danni about something like this, nor do I think she ever anticipated seeing this side of me. All I know is that I was extremely nervous; an excited, hopeful nervous.

"What about me?" My words were tinged with both doubt and a begging validation.

Danni sipped her diet cola through a straw and looked up at me suspiciously. I did my best to read her mind, but to no avail.

"You? What about

you

, John?"

"I could do it," I blurted in response. My mind was racing.

Oh, please, make this happen.

Danni and I had been work friends for about five years. We got along from the moment we met. However, our friendship had only existed inside the office; we never socialized outside the confines of our employer. One day, Danni left our company to join a different law firm. At 36, she was a few years younger than me, and while I was willing to ride out the rest of my career here, she still had a wealth of ambition.

Once she left the firm, we made it a point to get together for drinks. We had become too good of work friends to let our amiable relationship suddenly dissolve. When we met, there was a new looseness to us both; the shackles of the job were no longer there, and our conversations became more personal. As we dug deeper into each other's past - including old relationships and loves - we became better friends.

I did learn she was in and out of a rocky relationship with some guy - who even lived with her for a while - but the way she painted it, it was just a matter of time before it was over. I would tease her about it; the shit-or-get-off-the-pot challenge. Of course, she would find something equally unflattering about me.

One night over drinks, she persuaded me to tell a story of how I slept with one of our co-workers when we were both at the same firm. It was with a woman she despised; and for the first time, I thought I saw jealousy. Danni was sincerely disappointed in me.

"I can't believe you slept with Marla! She's a snake. What were you thinking?"

"I guess I wasn't thinking," I admitted.

"I have suddenly lost respect for you, John," she said dramatically. "You'll screw anything."

"I have needs," I laughed, making a sad attempt at humor.

"Needs, yeah," Danni responded, staring into her drink on the bar and shaking her head. "I oughta spank your fool ass."

I stayed silent and let that comment float in my brain, picturing myself bare ass over her knee.

The more we got together, the more I was drawn to Danni. In fact, I was actually a little frightened of her; the way she talked down about her boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend, depending on the day), and her unwavering confidence. Maybe it was arrogance. Knowing her as an attorney, she always had this commanding personality that took over the room. Even though I was a good foot taller than her, she made me feel smaller.

My growing crush on her was tempered and kept in check; I didn't want to admit this attraction to myself because she seemed so dominant. As much as I was in awe of her, I was also skittish of how subservient she made me feel. I am sure it was unintentional on her part, but it was still churning within me.

Hence, over time, she evolved into my private fantasies. The idea of a strong, controlling woman dominating me - a common theme among many men - was often in my mind as I lay in bed at night, stroking myself. I saw myself at her beck and call; serving her while totally naked.

The whole idea of being a naked servant for Danni - or any woman, really - was always just a dream. A unfulfilled fantasy living only in my head. There was never any genuine opportunity for me to put this into reality.

"I oughta spank your fool ass."

Sigh. Magical, teasing words; just casually tossed into my lap.

So now here we sat, over lunch at our regular catch-ups, and the favor I was offering her was sending my heart rate spiraling.

I could do it.

As a side thing - mainly for fun, although Danni did like the extra money as she was on a mission to retire early - she sold Lindy Cosmetics. She was a Lindy Girl; those women who held Lindy Cosmetic "parties" in which they would invite over friends, present products, make sales, and keep a percentage for themselves. She had been doing this for almost ten years.

Apparently, she knew a fellow Lindy Girl who discovered she could apply her same talents to Freya Love, which held adult toy parties in the same vein. Obviously, much more risquΓ© than cosmetics, but the sales concept was the same.

Now, I was a bit surprised at first, and I peppered her with questions. Basically, I was just gathering ammunition for my own fantasies, picturing Danni in black leather; having me tied and compliant. But what she said next started to give my fantasy some hope.

Danni had a brainstorm to increase her Freya Love party attendance. In this day of private on-line shopping and post-COVID hangovers, participation at her sales parties was steadily dropping. She liked the social aspect almost as much as the money, and she was reluctant to give in. So, as she usually does, she tried to adapt by changing.

"I want to have a man serving at the Freya party," she explained. "It's all women, so some beefcake to draw a crowd."

Picking at her garden salad, she continued. "And to make it interesting, every time I hit a certain dollar figure in sales, my server would remove a piece of clothing." She looked up from her salad to see my reaction.

"So the idea is the more the women spend, the more clothing comes off," I reiterated, seeking to understand. "Like, when you hit $100, off comes his shirt, $500 his pants, $1000 his everything?" I paused in thought. "I bet that could work," I offered with encouragement. I have to admit, I immediately felt a bit jealous.

"Something like that, yeah," she said matter-of-factly, nonplussed by my call-out to her stripping a guy nude at her party. "I'd have to work out the exact numbers, but that's the idea. Maybe not totally naked, though. But definitely down to a g-string."

I put down my iced tea. My mind was racing, thinking of some guy being stripped at an all-women's party. With Danni. I felt myself getting aroused just thinking about it.

"Would that be offensive to some women? I mean, would doing this have the opposite effect?" I asked.

Danni laughed. "Are you kidding me? You should hear these women talk! I keep serving them some cheap white wine on a Saturday afternoon, and let them see a male stripper, and they will go crazy! Besides," she added, "it

is

a sex toy party. It would be...appropriate," she smiled.

"So you'll be looking to find a male stripper? A professional?"

"That was my first thought, but they're going to be expensive. Plus I don't need the theatrics. I just need some eye candy." Looking down at her salad, she asked, "Know any sexy young hunks who would do this cheap?"

It was just an offhanded question, one I could ignore and let this all go away, or I could test myself. Holding steady, I answered, "How about a sexy

older

hunk?"

Danni continued to look down at her salad, poking at a questionable looking tomato slice.

"As long as they got the body, and they aren't some weirdo, and will do it for next to nothing...maybe."

"How about for free?"

There I said it. I am putting it out there. God help me.

Instantly, Danni stopped torturing her tomato. Without moving her head, she rolled her eyes up to meet mine.

It was at this moment that I offered myself up to be Danni's "entertainment." My claiming

I could do it

breathlessly hung in the air between us.

It took Danni a sizable moment to realize I wasn't joking, and then her response was a fit of laughter.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I replied sarcastically.

Danni just continued to roll with laughter. And here we were. My fantasy cat, so to speak, was out of the bag.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," said Danni, wiping away her tears with a napkin. "I just never thought...I just didn't think you'd be..." and she continued to laugh.

I rubbed my hands together anxiously; half-smiling, half-depressed at her reaction.

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Noticing my recoil, Danni caught her breath. "OK, OK, sorry. Not that I don't think you're hot, it's just that I did not expect this. We have known each other for what; 5,6 years? I never saw this coming."

"Just offering to help out a friend," I offered weakly.

"Help out a friend," she repeated, her voice reeking with disbelief.

I keep quiet and waited.

"You're serious," she finally said, well beyond laughter at this point.

I nodded. "I am very serious."

Danni look unconvinced. "Are you sure you're this...weird?"

I laughed. "It's not that weird. I just have a little thing for being, um, objectified by women. Honestly, it just feeds my ego."

"I am not sure I am ready to see you in a little g-string," Danni replied, ending with a chuckle.

"Listen, you know I am not some creepy guy. I have never done anything like this before. It's just that, well; it's something I have always thought about. And I am not getting any younger.

"And this sounds like a safe environment. And honestly, if you see me in a g-string, I am OK with that. I mean, we almost got to that point before, sort of; when we, you know..."

"..kissed," she replied, finishing my sentence.

I nodded. Yeah, once after drinks, we did kiss. It was short and on the verge of innocent, but we did have a moment where we stared at each other in wonder. It was me who stepped back and didn't pursue any further; I knew it wasn't going to go anywhere because she had a boyfriend. But she still looked disappointed; her face was puzzled.

Is there something wrong with me?

it seemed to say at the time.

"And you know me, I am not going to go crazy on you. And best of all, I am free!" I offered in desperate rationalization.

Danni laughed. "This is crazy."

"Listen. Just think about it," I added.

Lunch ended on that note, and I didn't hear from Danni for two days. I thought I might have scared her off. Then I finally received a text, telling me to come over Saturday morning to seriously discuss this further. My heart skipped a beat as I read the text again and again.

That Saturday morning, I made my way over to Danni's townhome. She welcomed me and we exchanged semi-tense pleasantries.

Danni sat down on the sofa with a cup of coffee, crossed her legs, looked at me and plainly stated, "Strip."

"Just like that?" I stammered. "Right now?"

"Just like that. Stop stalling."

I let out an exasperated sigh with my hands on my hips, looking off to the side.

"Hey, if you can't do this right now, in front of just me, then there is no way I can believe you would in room full of women." She paused to let that sink in. "Come on. Take off your shirt."

I knew she was right. I quickly peeled off my shirt over my head, and tossed it to the side.

Danni nodded, and sipped her coffee. "Very nice. The ladies will love that. You look like you have a swimmer's body. Turn around."

I turned, feeling very much on the spot.

"Nice back. I'm liking the muscles, John."

I spun back around. Danni was smiling. She was enjoying toying with me. That dominant side in her was starting to glow.

With a flick of her finger and a confident smirk, she indicated to pull down my pants.

I stood there, impersonating ignorance.

"Your pants. Take them off."

"Danni!"

"Hey, I can always get someone else. Someone who doesn't hesitate."

Damn it.

I kicked off my shoes, undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and awkwardly pulled them off, and stood there in my boxer-briefs.

"Nice quads. Turn."

I shuffled to swivel around. "Oh, the ladies will like grabbing that booty. Are you ready for that? If they get handsy?"

"I'll be fine," I flatly stated, starting to get annoyed.

"Now let's see the g-string."

"I didn't bring one."

"You didn't bring one? Do you have one?"

"No."

"Well, that's not good."

"I am sure I can get one."

"Jesus, John, you're giving me doubts. Alright, then. For now, pull down your shorts so I can see your butt."

"Are you serious?"

Danni broke out laughing. "Of course I'm serious. Let me see your ass."

"No way. Trust me. It's a nice butt."

Danni shook her head. "I knew you couldn't do this. Get dressed. I'll get someone else."

I saw my one chance of fulfilling this fantasy slipping away. With a mumbled 'shit' and agitated arms, I quickly pulled the back of my boxer briefs down to show Danni my very pale ass.

"Satisfied?" I said, bordering on irritation.

"Mmmm," I heard Danni murmur. "I love how obedient you are," she laughed.

I pulled my shorts up and grabbed my pants, embarrassed of this playful manipulation. "So, do we have a deal?" I pressed.

"Finish getting dressed, and then we will sit down and go through the numbers," Danni answered, adding, "The ladies will like slapping that ass."

I knew she was saying these things to see if if she could get me to back out. And while I was very nervous, I wanted to do this.

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I had to do this.

Danni proposed I show up in a suit, thus maximizing the number of pieces of clothing and also the number of "target sales levels" to hit. She quickly jotted down the following targets, where the indicated piece of clothing would be removed.

"The dollar values are a cumulative total," she explained.

Socks & shoes $50

Tie $100

Jacket $150

Shirt $300

Pants $500

Underwear $750.

"That would leave you in a g-string as soon as $750 is reached."

While she hadn't done too many adult toy parties, she did have some sales data. She showed me her past information and rarely it ever approached $500. But with the lure of me undressing; well, who knows.

"Since we don't know what impact the incentive will have, can we up the last two levels?" I asked. "How about something like $1000 for the pants, and $3000 to get to the g-string."

Danni shook her head. "Too high. I don't want to discourage them. I need to make it look achievable. How about pants at $600, to the g-string at $850?"

"$750 and $1500," I countered.

"$650 and $1200," she replied. "Listen, I have never topped $650."

"OK," I agreed, apprehensively.

"Don't you dare chicken out on me," Danni warned. "I now have exactly one month to organize this and get out invites. Once the invites are sent, you can't back out."

"I understand," I agreed, committing myself. "So how many invites will you send out?" I asked, attempting to gauge how wild this could be.

"Well, I will probably send out close to 40 invites, but only half ever come. So maybe 20 will show," she guessed.

Twenty to forty women aiming to get me down to a g-string, I imagined. Based on the dollar figures Danni showed me, I really didn't think I have to strip that far, but the thought of it caused my cock to harden and press inside my pants.

The month went by, and soon it was Saturday afternoon; day of the "party." I arrived at Danni's an hour early, and she was well into setup mode.

"Scared?" she questioned, wary of me backing out.

"A little," I replied. "So how many people are coming?" I asked, wondering how afraid I should be.

"I got 23 acceptances," Danni answered. "Can you put some of these folding chairs around the living room? Thanks."

"I hope I have enough chairs," mulled Danni, before following up on my question. "Yeah, I got a great response." Then smiling at me she added, "I think they are all coming for the 'entertainment.'"

"Oh boy," I muttered, and continued to help with the chairs.

"You look nice," Danni said, admiring my dark grey suit with a blue tie. "I have to ask...you have your g-string on?"

"Yes," I replied, uncomfortably. "But let's hope it doesn't get that far. Um, you think with that many women we will hit the $1200?"

"Ha. I hope it

does

get that far! That's the point," she countered. "Let's see," pondered Danni, doing some quick math in her head. "That's about $50 a person. I normally average only $25. If that's the case, we may only get your pants off," and she laughed.

That would mean I would be down to my boxer-briefs, which was my last defense before my g-string. Being in front of all these women in my underwear; I could handle that.

Danni showed me where the wine and other drinks were kept, and the assortment of ready-made appetizers - vegetables, crackers, dip, cheese; that sort of thing. I would be the server, and the only man for a room of two dozen women. Who knows; maybe I will meet someone.

Guests began arriving promptly at 1 PM, and I welcomed them as they looked me up and down. They were all very cordial and polite; a few "look what we have here" comments. All in all, it was effortless. I began to feel the rush of being the center of attention.

However, my apparent ease vanished when I opened the door and saw my boss, her administrative assistant, and a peer on my team; all women from my office.

"John! I didn't expect to see you here!," exclaimed my boss, Sara Rae Alderman. "I thought this was women only. Are you helping out Danni?"

"Um, yeah, just helping out," I stammered, my face turning a bright red. I couldn't tell if she was feigning knowledge of my role. Ultimately, it wouldn't matter. They were here.

Shannon Shelby, the cute twenty-three year old admin, blurted, "Wait...are you the entertainment?" She held up a printed copy of the email invite, which blared a 'strip-the-server' headline.

I couldn't even answer; my face burning.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Shannon. "This is hilarious!"

My boss and my colleague, Attorney Jo Cartwright, stepped by me, with huge smiles. After l let them in, I made my way over to Danni.

"Danni! What the fuck? Shannon and Jo...and Ms. Alderman are here? You invited them?" I was sweating.

"I always do," calmly answered Danni. "You know we all know each other. We all worked together. Remember?"

"Yeah, of course I remember, but I didn't think you'd invite

them

!"

"Why not? Did you really think you wouldn't see anyone you knew here? I mean, we worked at the same place for years. That's why I thought you couldn't do this." Danni shook her head. "Well, John, it's too late now."

Now I was entirely distracted, my nerves shaking my entire body at the thought of being stripped to my underwear in front of my boss and co-workers. Or to a g-string!

After about a half-hour, the headcount stood at 20. The fewer, the better, I reasoned; although seeing my co-workers dampened any optimism.

"Welcome, everyone!" announced Danni, as I stood quietly to attention by her side. "We are ready to begin, and as you know, we have a special, ah, incentive today," and Danni put her hand on my shoulder.

"Here's how it works, ladies," she continued, and laid out the dollar values of which I would remove my clothes.

"And John here is willing to go all the way down to his g-string, so the more items bought, the more we see!"

With this, the crowd of twenty whooped it up, and I did my best to smile to hide my anxiety. I glanced over at the ladies from work, and they were clapping and cheering as well. I sighed.

What did I get myself into?

"Do we get to take him home?" joked a woman on the sofa, and the crowd laughed.

The presenting and selling started, and I busied myself by serving wine and the appetizers. The women continued to be polite, with some a little flirty, but nothing obnoxious. There were quite a few very pretty women here, and I was overly gentlemanly to them.

The event progressed smoothly. Danni would present an item, discuss its uses and merits, and see if anyone wanted to purchase. She would aside the item to a large folding table for further review and possible later purchase. As I knew she would be, Danni was smooth, efficient, and in control; even when handling sex toys.

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