Stuck in a hotel room on business on my own on my birthday what I am expecting is a boring evening in front of the television, what I am not expecting at ten o'clock at night is a knock on the door. Turn down service? Not that type of hotel, anyway a bit too late. Perhaps it was the champagne?
It might have been all so different if I hadn't been so... Well shy... Diffident... Whatever you want to call it. Alison, my secretary had arranged the trip to the company meeting. She had booked us both in the same hotel. It was my birthday and I had expected that we would have dinner together. That would have been nice. Not that I expected anything more you understand.
I wasn't expecting a 'Would you like to come up to my room for a quick...'. I was far too reserved for that. But dinner would have been nice. In the end though I never actually said anything. Nothing like, "Will you have dinner with me?" or anything like that. I'd just sort of assumed.
Assumed wrongly as it turned out. Alison announced she was going for a night out with 'the girls' the other girls at the meeting. She must have seen the look on my face.
"Never mind Pet Lamb," she said, she tended to call me that even though I was the boss, at least nominally I was the boss, in reality Alison bossed me around, "never mind Pet Lamb. I'll make sure you get a nice treat." She winked.
I presumed she'd meant she'd order me a bottle of champagne or something like that. So that's what I assume when I hear the knock on the door. It must be the champagne Alison has ordered.
I'm about to get in the shower and turn in for an early night and I'm not really bothered about champagne. But I can't disappoint Alison's treat.
Knock knock!
Better see who it is then. I slip on a towelling bath robe thoughtfully provided by the hotel and answer the door.
It's not champagne. A smartly dressed young lady stands there. She is blonde, pretty, rather sexy in a pouty sort of way and is wearing why looks like a plastic raincoat.
"I'm Tracey from Special Services," she says.
"What?"
"Special Services."
"What sort of special services?"
"You should know, you put the order in."
"Order for what?"
"This..."
Oh my gosh! She drops her coat and underneath she is wearing a black basque, fishnet stockings, black high heel boots and not much else.
"Sorry," I stammer, "I didn't order any er... Special services."
"Yes you did," she says, pulling a scrap of paper out of the pocket of the discarded raincoat, "Here it is. Ordered by A Tomlinson. As a birthday present. Isn't it your birthday..."
"Yes... But... I. Er...," it dawns on me precisely what has happened. It's all Alison's doing. Alison is not only my bossy secretary. She is a girl with a wicked sense of humour. She was always teasing me about my sex life, or lack of one, saying I never made use of my trips away to indulge myself. This would be her idea of a joke. She'd know it would make me really embarrassed, that I'd have to send the poor girl away. Just the sort of joke Alison would pull.
I look at the girl. Oh heck! She is sexy in that outfit. So sexy my cock has gone straight up. I'm wearing nothing under my towelling robe and my cock has gone straight up. If only I wasn't so embarrassed by these things. Oh well...
"I'm afraid there's been some mistake..." I start to say.
"Oh I don't think so," says Tracey.
"Well...."
"Not from what I can see."
She glances down and I follow her gaze. Oh my heck! My proudly erect penis has slipped out from the folds of the robe and is clearly on view.
"Sorry... It's er..." I hastily cover it up again. "Well...." I'm so nervous I can't think what to say.
"No need to be shy," says Tracey. I'm transfixed. Unable to do or say anything. Her hand is slowly unfastening the robe and I do nothing to stop her. She slips it off my shoulders and it fall to the floor. I'm standing there in front of her stark naked with an erect penis. I can feel my face burning red.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." I stammer, "I was about to take a shower."
"Of course," she said, grinning in a naughty way, "you should always take a shower before..." She takes me by the hand and leads me through into the shower room, "...I can always scrub your...." she takes my private parts in her hand and gives them a little squeeze, "...your back." She grins mischievously as using them as a handle, she tugs me by my privates into the shower.
She takes hold of the shower and turns it full on spraying my naked body with freezing cold water.
"Turn round," she says.
I obey. Im completely in thrall to her. The cold water hits my back, my legs, my bare buttocks.
"Turn back."
I obey and she twist the shower head to produce the hard jet and aims it straight at my genitals. I wince and she grins. She's enjoying this.
"Let's soap you down then," she says squeezing some soap into her hand. She starts to apply it all over my bare body: arms, legs, back, bottom, chest, abdomen no then at last... She squirts some more soap into her hand and massages it into my.... Well you can guess where. It is the most delicious sensation.
"You're very smooth," she says, "everywhere except here," and she gives my balls a little squeeze.
"Yes... I suppose..." I mumble.
I'm standing naked in a shower having my balls soaped and squeezed by a sexy girl. I'm burning with embarrassment, but at the same time my cock is rigid and throbbing with excitement. I can't say anything else.
"I think you should be smooth all over," she says.
"Yes... I suppose," I mumble again.
"Good," she grins, "you're nicely soaped, let's do it then," and she picks up my razor which has been lying on a shelf. It is a three blade expensive razor and it shaves really smooth. She doesn't need to hold my penis out the way to start shaving. It is, as it were, keeping itself out the way. In five minutes I'm a smooth as billiard balls down there. Oh heck!
"Now turn round and bend over. I've not finished yet." Oh heck! Oh heck! I can't think what to say. 'Come on. I haven't got all day. You're not shy are you."
"Er... No..." of course I am, but I can't admit it. I do as I'm told. I bend over exposing my rear orifice. I've never exposed my rear orifice to anyone before, never mind to someone shaving it smooth, and my face is burning with embarrassment.
"There you are. All done."
I stand up and she turns the spray back on and sprays all the soap off. This time with burning hot water till I'm pink all over.
"Right," she says, "let's dry you off." She rubs me down. My cock is still rigid as she flicks me all over with the towel to dry me off. "There you are," she says, "time for the fun now."
Pink, smooth and naked I'm led out into the bedroom.
"Hands on your head."
"Um..." I don't move.
"Say 'Yes Miss' and do as you're told," she says it in a sharp tone of voice with her hands on her hips, "you're naked, I'm in charge and you do as you're told, and you'll get your birthday present.... In your birthday suit..." she added with a giggle.
"Yes Miss," I say, putting my hands on my head.
Slap! There's a sudden slapping noise and my left buttock is stinging. She's smacked my bottom hard.
"That's for being disobedient."
"Yes Miss. Ow!" She's smacked my bottom even harder, this time on the right side.
"That's just to even things up. You will obey me now won't you?"
"Yes Miss."
"Good. Because you're completely nude..." she starts running her fingers up and down my back, covering every inch of my body, as if to demonstrate my nakedness, "and that's the way you're going to stay until I've finished with you."
"Yes Miss."
"Now hold out your hands," and she slaps my bottom again. Just by way of encouragement.
I hold out my hands. My cock is hard and throbbing.
"F*ck me," she grins, though I don't think she meant it literally, "that's impressive!". It takes a few seconds before I realise what she is talking about.
"It's not Miss," I say, "it's not big. It's average."
I've measured it. I've compared it. I know it's average. No matter what the girls at school said when they caught me in the showers. It's average!
"Average, then," she said, "distinctly big average... But perfectly formed."
"Thank you Miss," I say.
"I bet you want to tickle it, don't you? You do! I can see. But here is rule number one. You don't get to touch it. Only I'm allowed to touch it. And only when I think you're ready. Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss."
"Now hands up."
"What?"
Suddenly she grabs my balls and squeezed tight.
"I think you've forgotten something," she says, "you're naked, and when you're naked these two little orbs are very vulnerable. If you don't want them squeezed, and squeezed hard, you do as you're told. Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss."
"Now hands up and together."
"Yes Miss."
I do as I'm told. And before I know it she has fastened my wrists with a cord and secured them to some gadget stuck on the ceiling. I'm trapped naked and helpless in this position with my penis on display and my balls... Ouch... She gives them a playful slap... My balls very very vulnerable.
"There you are," she says, "now we can have some real birthday fun!"
Ring ring! Ring ring! It's her mobile phone.
"Bugger!" she says, picking it up and answering it, "Yes, what is it? Of course. Right away!" She turns to me. "Have to dash Sweetie," she says, "be back in a while. I'll leave the door open so I can get back in."
And she's off, switching the light off as she goes. Oh heck! I'm stuck. I can't move. I'm standing there, immobilised, strung up from the ceiling, stark naked. Oh heck indeed. How long is she going to be?
It seems like an age before I hear footsteps outside the door. Thank goodness. There's a tentative knock.
"Come straight in Miss," I shout, "it's open"
The door opens slowly. Then a voice
"Gosh it's dark in here. Where's the light switch..."
That voice. That wasn't Tracey's estuary accent that was... Suddenly the room is bathed in light. There's and after a moments stunned silence the laughter starts. Roars and roars of laughter...
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I felt a bit mean leaving the boss on his own like that, but a night out with the girls was much more enticing than a boring dinner with him. I mean, he's good enough looking in a boyish diffident sort of way, but I'd never entice him back to my room or anything. He was far too shy for that. I mean I have tried, but he wasn't one who could take a hint and it wouldn't do to ask outright would it? We were all desperate for a look at his willy mind. Samantha had been to the same school as him, she said that some of the girls had cornered him in the showers and made him show them his willy. Rumour has it that it was enormous. I'm always a sucker for big ones myself.
And he looked so crestfallen when I said I was going for a night out with the girls. Well he should have asked me to dinner if that was what he wanted. I mean he might be the boss, but it's always up to me to do everything. He has to be taken in hand.
"I left the boss on his own," I said to Samantha, the girl from the local office, "and it's his birthday."
