Cindy's mouth hung open, Kathy shook her head and chuckled. Leslie clasped her hand over her mouth, but it didn't hide the enormous grin on her face. Everyone turned to Cynthia for direction and Brenda sat back down.
"Tell you what," Cynthia said to Steve as she stood back up which again communicated to everyone subliminally that she was in charge. "Why don't you move your chair out of the way and pull over one of those bar stools by the counter."
"I guess I should take off my shoes and socks," Steve said somewhat absent-mindedly but making no move to do anything. He had submitted to the wiles of these women and now simply awaited instruction.
"No," Cynthia said as she moved closer to him, "We're really and truly going to strip you completely naked... Everything." The ladies were giggling excitedly, "Come sit on the bar stool," she directed. He situated himself on the bar stool and hooked his heels on the first rung connecting the four legs. "Perfect," she said. "That will make it easier to get your shoes and socks off without making you fall."
Steve leaned back feeling like he was cresting the top of a steep hill on a monster roller coaster. "How do we do this?" Cindy asked, feeling nervous, excited and lost as to what to do.
"We could all just jump in and take off whatever we can get our hands on, but if we do it like that, Cindy, I'm afraid you'll stand back and watch," which is exactly what she was thinking.
"I'll take off his shoes and socks," Kathy volunteered.
"I'll help you!" Cindy said quickly, seeing that as the least awkward thing to do.
Cynthia smiled at Brenda and Leslie. "We can start with his shirt," she said with a wink at Steve whose heart was pounding. I got dibs on unbuttoning it. Y'all undo the buttons on the cuff of his sleeves and then help me get it off of him. Ready? Lets do it."
Kathy and Cindy crouched down and each took off a shoe and pulled off a sock. There was gleeful laughter and nervous giggling as they worked. Cynthia faced Steve and unbuttoned his shirt while, simultaneously, his cuffs were being unbuttoned and his shoes were being removed. He couldn't believe what was happening.
Once Brenda and Leslie had undone his sleeves they yanked his shirt up out of his pants, chattering almost nonsensically in their excitement. By the time the shirttail was pulled out, Cindy and Kathy were getting up from the floor and Cynthia was undoing the last button. Kathy was already behind Steve and pulled the shirt from his shoulders. Steve seemed bewildered. Cynthia and Brenda started to pull up his t-shirt and Leslie helped them pull it up over his head.
Cindy stood to one side, which Cynthia took note of, "Cindy, help us with his pants."
Cautiously, Cindy stepped in closer, afraid to make eye contact with Steve, but when she did, his submissively shell-shocked expression gave her enough confidence to unbuckle his belt, but it was still like an out-of-body experience. Cynthia was already pulling his zipper down. By then, there were hands in the waistband of his pants, everyone giggling and jittery with anticipation. Cindy and Cynthia opened up the front of his pants and in a second, just as Brenda and Leslie pulled his t-shirt up over his head, his pants were pulled to the floor by Cynthia and Kathy. Steve grabbed the waistband of his underwear just in time to keep them from going down with his pants, but as the ladies quickly got his pants off, he felt the cresting roller coaster pause at the top of a much higher hill for a second. The ladies were breathing heavily, he could feel their body heat and knew in the blink of an eye he would be in a place he had never been, naked in a room full of women. Like driving past a car wreck, too curious not to look, Cindy was caught in the frenzy, and even pushing her way into the action.
It was like a wrestling match to see who could get their hands on his underwear first. With gleeful laughter and the frantic energy of mob mentality, the ladies tore into Steve's underwear. He was completely at their mercy and they had none to offer. Although he held on firmly to the waistband, he was no match for ten desperate hands pulling his underwear in five directions. He had agreed to being undressed, but not like this. "Whoa!" Steve yelled, but the women were like a tornado. When the sound of ripping seams cut through the mayhem, it was like gas on a fire. Shrieks accompanied the sound of tearing fabric and Steve's underwear was shredded to pieces. He still held on to the waistband and in seconds it was all that was left of his underwear. Moving his hands to cover himself freed the final scrap to be pulled to the floor. Screaming and laughter continued as the waistband was pulled from his feet. He was completely naked.
Steve was in shock. No amount of anticipation could have prepared him for this and he covered himself as best he could. The ladies all stepped back and gawked at him, their laughter dissipating into out of breath gasps. He stood there facing his abductors who had stripped him naked and glanced around at his clothes, which were strewn around the room. Leslie held up part of the crotch of his underwear and turned to face the other women. "Ta da!" she said as she waved it like a flag, to their great amusement. How odd. Nudity is greatly enhanced when you're facing an audience of the opposite gender who are close enough to touch you. Adding to his feeling of domination, he watched, somewhat helplessly as Brenda began to gather his clothes, and lay them over her arm. What was she planning to do with them? They now had full control.
"Hey, sorry about the underwear Steve," Cynthia said. "Maybe Cindy has some undies she could loan you." Laughter filled the room again. For Steve, this was surreal. Never in his life had he felt this vulnerable. Although he was nude, he was still covering himself, so he was not yet fully exposed.
After Cynthia had gathered the scraps of Steve's underwear, she looked at Cindy. "Would you like to have these for a souvenir?" Cindy blushed and shook her head as she looked at Steve with a smile. Brenda had the rest of Steve's clothes draped over her arm.
Cynthia tossed the scraps of Steve's underwear into the kitchen trashcan amidst the coffee grounds, fruit peelings and junk mail. Steve turned to see Brenda stepping into her sandals. "Um... Wha-what are you doing with my clothes?"
Brenda only smiled, looked at the other ladies and giggled.
"Let me take his clothes for you," Leslie said, never taking her eyes off of Steve. "I have an idea." She whispered something in Brenda's ear.
"Good idea," Brenda said looking at Steve mischievously. Instead of handing over the whole pile, she did it one piece at a time, looking at it and then at Steve. "Here's his t-shirt," she said as she held it up. Leslie took it and began to study it. All this accentuated Steve's sense of helpless submission. "Here's his shirt," she said as she tossed it over. It fell at Leslie's feet as she tried to catch it. She picked it up, smiled at Steve and laid it across her arm. "And of course his pants," she said with a chuckle. Leslie grinned as she tossed the shirts on the sofa and took Steve's pants. She held them up like a trophy and everyone laughed. "Don't forget his shoes," Brenda said as she tossed them on top of the shirts since Leslie was still inspecting his pants.
