Young Boss Becomes Unwilling Model Ch 23 24

Part 23

Tim tried to ignore the chanting crowd around him, and gave Shawna a pleading look. "You've got to help me get out of here, and give me a ride home!"

"Tim, we rode here on our bikes," Shawna reminded him, the smallest smile playing at the corners of her pretty mouth.

Tim moaned in recognition, and then quickly looked at the Cycle Wear ladies. Sandra said, "We all rode our bikes, Tim. None of us has a car here."

Tim's crestfallen expression momentarily softened all of their hearts, except for cruel Tammy's. "I'd be happy to give you a ride, Tim. You'll have to be very careful getting up on the seat behind me, though, and you'll need to put both arms around me, so you won't be able to cover up."

The attractive blonde gave him a predatory grin, warming to the mental image she was creating. "And I'm afraid that your cute, bare bottom is going to be propped up in the air pretty high, so you'll be giving quite a show to anyone behind us."

Sarah and Gabriela covered their mouths and giggled, as Tim moaned, "That's not funny."

He looked around him desperately, hoping to see a gap in the crowd through which he could escape. He didn't relish the thought of trying to sprint through this horny mob with nothing but the short, wooden mini-bread tray to cover himself, and no car to dive into when he made it through.

But he also didn't want to take off his shirt, which was his last piece of clothing other than his shoes and socks.

But as he turned in a half-circle, he swallowed hard. Instead of any open spots, he saw only a solid wall of excited females, their expressions a mix of smiles, delighted shock and a few who appeared to almost be drooling. And it seemed like nearly every flushed female present was holding a phone up in front of her, to capture his absolute humiliation!

Tim whirled back to Shawna. "Give me your shirt?"

"What?" his boss said, taken aback. "No!"

"C'mon, please!"

"Tim, I'm not wearing a bra. I'm not going to run around in public with my tits exposed for everyone to see!"

"Shawna, everyone here is female! They won't care if you take off your shirt."

Shawna crossed her arms in front of her chest, giving him a cold look. "I'm sure they won't mind if you take yours off, either!"

"That's right," Tammy taunted. "For the last few minutes they've been watching your naked bubble butt and your bouncing cock! I'm sure they won't even notice your bare chest."

Tim knew that in one sense, his heartless tormentor was right: given the choice between a shirtless or a bottomless male, these women would much prefer the latter. But there was something extra humiliating about taking off his last stitch of clothing, even it if was to give himself some desperately needed cover below the waist.

It felt like an abject surrender to the lusty whims of these predatory women!

Tim's mortified thoughts were interrupted by several college girls rushing forward.

The first one took a picture of her friend - a petite redhead with a mile-wide grin - giving Tim's bare ass a powerful spank. The poor guy instinctively went up onto his toes, as he realized that the beer on his wet tush made the slap sting even more.

In fact, the beer's effect had already been noticed by most of his audience. It shimmered on his round butt and muscular legs, giving his toned body a sexy sheen. He looked like some male stripper who'd been writhing around in baby oil

for the entertainment of a howling mob of women!

The redhead's friend got another quick picture, this time a slightly blurry one of Tim in motion and in profile, the wooden bread tray only partially hiding his swinging hard-on as he hopped forward to escape the new stinging in his firm rump.

The women closest to the table laughed wildly, as the redhead retreated out of Tim's reach, receiving a volley of high fives and thumbs up.

Tim knew that it made him look like a naughty young boy, but he couldn't help vigorously rubbing his buttocks to try to soothe the painfully pinkening skin.

His pretty boss looked at him sympathetically. "I'm sorry Tim, but I think the shirt is your only option."

When Tammy heard Shawna's words, she began to pump her fists up and down, saying, "Take it off! Take it off!"

Tim scowled at her, as the crowd near the table took up the chant again. He looked at the other Cycle Wear ladies, and saw that they were all trying to put on poker faces, but only partially succeeding. They were all almost vibrating with excitement as they watched to see what he was going to do, as his heart went into his throat.

"Take it off! Take it off!"

Tim swallowed hard, as he gave up. Holding the small wooden tray in front of his crotch with his left hand, he grabbed the bottom of his tight cycling shirt with his right, and started tugging it upward.

Part 24

Shawna and the Cycle Wear women watched - several with hands over their mouths to hide their smiles, but several grinning openly - as Tim struggled with the bottom of his cycling shirt.

The garment wasn't several sizes too small, like his shorts had been. But the stretchy, form-fitting material it was made of meant that it still was not easy to get out of. Especially one-handed!

Tim struggled for over a minute, trying to cover his crotch with the small bread tray in one hand while trying to pull the shirt up with his other, and not making much progress. To make matters worse for the embarrassed hunk, his efforts with the shirt distracted him, providing an opportunity for the more aggressive of his female fans surrounding the table.

Tim was initially facing the Cycle Wear table, which meant that the surrounding crowd had an unobstructed view of his back, and back of his bare legs, and of course his gorgeous, wiggling bubble butt.

The round globes of his rump that had been lily white a few minutes ago were now shiny with the spilled beer, and had a pink glow from the succession of feminine hands that had found that spankable target too hard to resist.

And now, with Tim wobbling back and forth as he struggled with the snug cycling shirt, he had left his exposed rear flank uncovered and vulnerable. Women of various ages and from several different groups darted forward, jostling each other as they jockeyed for a prime position behind the handsome male's unprotected ass.

While the earlier spanks that had stung Tim's backside had come one or two at a time, he now suffered through a steady barrage of grasping and swinging hands.

He tried to maneuver to avoid the worst of it, but each move that took him out of reach of one lusty female moved him into the strike zone for another, and within about 30 seconds, his delectable tush had bounced and jiggled under almost 20 separate spanks, not to mention another half-dozen gropes and one painful pinch on his left glute.

Tim couldn't hold out, and he whirled toward his horny assailants, driving them back with a couple powerful swings of his free hand. Unfortunately, this meant that he had now turned his punished bottom toward his boss and the Cycle Wear ladies, who whistled softly at the sight.

Sandra said, "Oh, you poor thing!"

Tammy said, "Your cute little ass is starting to glow! That's got to hurt."

Tim groaned, humiliated. He looked down at the bottom of his shirt, and saw that all of his effort had only managed to lift one side of it up about 4 inches. At this rate his poor butt was going to be spanked raw and swollen before he even got close to getting his shirt off.!

He looked at Shawna, just in time to see her pull her eyes up from his waist and give him a empathetic look. "Shawna," he asked, almost choking on his humiliation, "c- could you help me get this off?"

His attractive boss experienced a quick flashback to their dating days in college, when they had been engaged in some playful foreplay, before Tim had tugged her over his knees and yanked up her skirt, baring her bottom. It was a memory that - she had to admit - still got her wet, but mostly infuriated her.

But right now, that memory was sweet indeed. Because now the tables had completely turned on her chastened, nearly nude ex-boyfriend, and he was asking her to help him remove his last article of clothing in front of a hooting, cheering audience of excited female voyeurs.

"I'd be glad to, Tim," she said, keeping her expression as sympathetic as she could. "Let me help you out of that shirt."

She stepped forward and grabbed Tim's left forearm, starting to lift it so that she could pull his shirt off, almost as if she'd forgotten that that was the arm he was using to hold the small wooden tray in front of his erection.

The tray moved enough to reveal that his hard-on was indeed still at full mast, but the increased laughter and cheering snapped Tim out of it, and he yanked his arm free and covered himself again. Shawna put her hand up to her mouth, saying, "Oops! I'm sorry. Give me the other arm."

Tim could feel himself blushing even more, but he let her raise his other arm. When she released it, he kept it in the air, submissively assisting in his own disrobing, as she reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt in two places.

As her slender fingers and trimmed nails touched Tim's lower abdomen, he got goose bumps. Her hands were warm on his skin, and would have felt good, in other circumstances. As it was, though, his boss' hands grasping his shirt and beginning to pull upward represented a loss of control that made his stomach rise into his throat, and it was all he could do to not pull away and resist her.

As Shawna raised his shirt, she revealed first the bottom of his flat stomach, and then his well-defined and tan abs. He didn't have an overly muscled, gym rat's build, but the lean, fit physique of a guy who was active and took care of himself, but was not obsessive about it.

The ladies in the crowd approved, cheering and catcalling raucously.

"That's it! Take it off!"

"Up, up and away!"

"Look at those abs! He is cut!"

As Shawna got his shirt almost to the top of his chest, his hard nipples popped into view.

"Oooh, it looks like somebody is excited!"

"Is it cold out here, sweetie?"

Shawna swiveled and pulled the bottom of one sleeve up across Tim's armpit and halfway up his upper arm. Then she gripped that arm just above the elbow, pulling it down as she lifted up the bottom of the shirt. The garment slipped above the elbow, and Tim pulled his arm downward as she pulled the sleeve free.

"Half way there, handsome!" a busty MILF in the crowd called out, to a fresh burst of feminine laughter.

Tim and Shawna just stared at each other for a moment. "The other arm?" Shawna prompted him.

Tim looked down, then swallowed again and passed the small wooden tray from one hand to the other, providing his excited audience with a brief look at his raised and straining dick. Shawna couldn't resist stealing a quick peek too, but then repeated the same motion: raising his free arm, raising the shirt, then pulling the sleeve free of his arm.

Now Tim and Shawna stood facing each other. The pretty blonde was about 5 foot 8, which left her eyes at about the base of Tim's shoulders, which now had his shirt draped above them, encircling his neck. She looked up into his handsome, blushing face, and said, "Are you ready?"

Tim steadied himself, knowing this would all be over in a minute, and nodded.

Shawna could have grabbed the neckline of the shirt first, but a naughty thought occurred to her just before she did so. Instead, she grabbed both sides of the bottom of the shirt, and lifted it upwards.

At the last second, Tim realized the problem, as he stared down into her pretty blue eyes. But then the shirt came up over his head, covering his face and temporarily blinding him.

Shawna lifted the bottom of the shirt until it got over the top of his head by a few inches. As tight as it was, and with her pulling from the bottom, it would not slip easily over his head in the best of conditions. But she consciously pulled the back of the material rearward, which made the bottom of the collar even more snug against the bottom of Tim's firm jawline.

Shawna tugged it slowly into that choke point, and then turned to give a lusty look to the Cycle Wear ladies, and the three devious waitresses who had forced their way through the crowd, to get a front-row look at the poor guy they had sneakily de-pantsed.

Shawna's lascivious intention dawned on all of them, and mischievous grins begin to form on their pretty faces.

Poor, vulnerable Tim just stood there. His only clothing below the waist was a pair of socks and tennis shoes, and his only clothing above his waist was a tight cycling shirt.

But right now that was stuck over his face, leaving him blind and helpless: a well-built male, covered in beer and with his head effectively locked in a make-shift hood, his naked body completely exposed to the leers - and cell phones! - of a delighted crowd of horny women.