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Yet Another Company of Women

By: byronbgeo



"This isn't happening," said Kyle, almost to himself, although Erika was sitting across from him at her desk. She was very attractive with her raven hair cut short, and a revealing blouse. 

It was only his first week at the advertising company and twice he'd broken protocol used for filing of forms and memos. His boss, Alexa Martin, said he was careless and wasn't cut out for the job, but agreeing to spare him only if he were willing to massage and even smell her stinky feet. And the smell was potent. He knew because she'd taken off her shoes during a meeting with him his first day on the job. 

"So you've got to smell her feet to keep your job?" asked Erika with a smirk. The moment Kyle nodded, Erika burst into laughter. It wasn't the reaction he was hoping for. 

"That's Alexa for you," said Erika, grinning broadly. "Such a wicked sense of humor. Gotta love her." 

"It isn't funny," said Kyle, angered by the humiliating prospect. 

"It's hilarious," countered Erika, still chuckling. "I can't believe you're gonna be smelling her feet. And I've been in the same room when she's taken off her shoes. Woosh. I mean, her feet can wake up a room. I just never thought about someone's poor face under them." 

"I'm not smelling her feet," announced Kyle. 

"What do you mean?" asked Erika, surprisingly astonished. 

"It's ridiculous," he explained. 

"What?" she asked. "You messed up, remember? Alexa could have fired you but she's giving you another chance. That's not ridiculous. You should be thanking her. And all she wants is to have a little fun with you, which shouldn't be too much considering you get to keep your job." 

"It's not right. Maybe I can do something else." 

"If it's what she wants, she's not changing her mind. Your mistake was admitting you have an issue with foot odor and now she's exploiting it. You can't be too surprised." 

"I don't have an issue with that." 

"'Course you do. I don't think you'd mind half as much if her feet were clean rather than after a day of sweating it up in a pair of smelly old pumps." 

"Why would I prefer smelly? Do you like the smell?" 

"Hey, I didn't mess up the forms. You have any idea the mess that caused? You doubled the work for some of the women here and they were plenty pissed off." 

It was Dana, one of the account managers, who insisted Kyle get fired. But Alexa wanted to humiliate him instead. 

"There's always some consequences, Kyle," continued Erika. "If it's not Alexa with her feet in your face it'll be Dana or the others teaching you a lesson for giving them more work. And the consequences could have been unemployment. Like I said, you should be thanking Alexa. The job market's not that great." 

Kyle knew enough about the job market to know he desperately needed this job, which was why the issue of Alexa humiliating him was even a consideration. He would have walked out if he knew he could land another position. But it could take months. And even if he sued for harassment, Alexa could easily lie or even accuse him of harassment. 

He didn't like the thought of Dana teaching him a lesson. What did that mean? 

"You want my advice?" asked Erika. "Suck it up and do what she wants. She likes you, so make use of it." 

"I can't do it." 

"Because you have an issue with foot odor," said Erika. "Like your feet don't smell. And why wouldn't her feet stink by the end of the day? They're feet. What do you expect? It's not like my feet smell like roses either by the end of the day, but you try wearing a pair of nylons all day and not get really sweaty feet." 

He thought Erika was something of a confidante. The moment he'd arrived, she asked how he was doing, inviting him into his office ten minutes previous because she suspected something was troubling him. But now she seemed increasingly hostile as if he were saying all the wrong things. 

"Why wouldn't I have an issue?" answered Kyle, upset that Erika would be angry with him. "It's disgusting." 

"All the more reason to smell her feet," chided Erika. "Or you're always gonna have an issue with smelly feet." 

"Don't you?" he asked. 

"This isn't about me. Man up. You're the one who screwed up and you're the one who's gotta smell her feet. Why can't you accept that?" 

Kyle hated it if a woman told him to man up, as if they knew that that meant. It didn't mean smelling someone's nasty feet. 

"I'll ask her if I can do something else." 

"That'll only make her more determined to get her feet in your face. The more she thinks you hate it, the more she's gonna insist. Your mistake was revealing you had an issue with smelly feet. Did you make a face when she took her shoes off?" 

"I don't have an issue with it," he insisted. 

Erika gazed blankly before bursting into laughter again. 

"You don't think it should bother me?" asked Kyle. 

"It's a bit late to be concerned with what bothers you," said Erika. "You made a mistake and Alexa let you off the hook, despite others wanting you out because they don't think someone with a penis should work here. And now she just wants to have a little fun. And why shouldn't she? She's well within her rights. She did you a solid. Now maybe you can shut up, stop complaining and return the favor. Who cares if it's not on your list of favorite things to do, but she wants it and that's enough. You're not exactly in a position to choose what you want." 

The reality of his predicament was slowly sinking in. It was becoming harder to resist. 

Erika chuckled. "Besides, it's pretty funny when you think about it. Bet you never thought you'd be smelling someone's feet your first week on the job. But that's Alexa's sense of humor for you. Sometimes you never know with her. But it all seems fitting actually, considering the confusion and all." 

"Fitting?" he asked, trying to contain his anger. 

"You smelling her feet. Her sweaty, cheesy feet in your face. I'd almost feel bad if you didn't kind of deserve it ... considering the mess with the forms." 

It wasn't what he deserved, but what were his options? 

"You don't think she'd consider something else?" 

"Wow," answered Erika. "The more you talk, the more I realize how much you deserve this." 

"Well, thanks for your advice," he answered, standing up. He couldn't believe she'd counseled him to accept the situation. 

"Look," said Erika, "if it's not Alexa, who likes you, dishing out a little punishment, it'll be Dana and the women who don't want you here dishing it out. I'd say consider yourself lucky you got your job, go let her have some fun with you and move on." 

If there were alternatives, they seemed worse. What kind of punishment would Dana dish out, and why were they so keen on punishment? 

"My advice, if you care to listen, is don't let her think you hate it. Get into it. Smell her feet and pretend you love it. Thank her for it even. 'Cause the more into it you are, the less she's gonna want to do it. Make faces and you can be sure she'll find a way to make you do it again. She gets off on making people do things they hate." 

How was he going to pretend he loved it? It was horrible. He was sure she rarely changed her pantyhose. How else could her feet smell so pungent? 

"Did she wear her old red pumps today?" asked Erika with a broad grin. 

Kyle turned and nodded. 

"Wow, you're in for it," she replied before chuckling. "She's not making it easy 'cause her feet are gonna totally stink but, like I said, let her think you love it." 

"I can't. Why is this happening?" 

"You know how annoying you sound?" she asked, disgust on her face. "Smell her feet. Big deal. They'll stink but let her have a few laughs. It's all in good fun. And if you're smart, you'll pretend to have fun too and maybe you won't have to keep smelling her feet whenever you mess up." 

He couldn't mess up again. It was too humiliating, which Erika made worse by chuckling. He still felt he could trust her, even if he didn't like her advice. He wanted his job and realized it could mean doing things he hated. 

"You have only yourself to blame, Kyle. I know it's not what you want to hear." 

"I understand. Thanks." 

He was about to leave when he remembered to ask what Dana had in for him. 

"What's the punishment Dana would dish out?" he asked. 

"I don't know," she answered with a shrug and a grin. "Probably wind up with your pants around your ankles, standing in the corner during a sales meeting while Dana tells us what a stupid idea it was to hire you and how men are lazy and don't care about doing things right while the rest of us try not to giggle." 

Kyle flushed red at the thought. The place was beginning to sound a bit crazy. Maybe it was better to leave. 

"They'd find some way to have a little fun," she added. "We try to keep things lively." 

"I'm not letting them do that," he said, anger overcoming embarrassment. 

"If they want your pants around you ankles, that's their decision. It's not up to you. But I don't know what they'd do, and besides you're smelling Alexa's feet later and I'm sure Dana will get a kick out of hearing that and find it a hilariously suitable punishment for the trouble you caused. So get it done and the sooner things get back to normal even though we have a guy working here." 

Kyle nodded, too embarrassed to look at her he walked out of her office. He never expected such things at an all-female company. Maybe it was for the best a man didn't work there. He should have known it was too good to be true. 

It was the first day on the job when Alexa met with him. She discussed her expectations, and the importance of paying attention to detail. She'd been resting her feet up on the desk, which he didn't mind because she had shapely legs, a nice figure and not bad looking either. He suspected she was in her forties though she looked 35. 

He hadn't realized she'd kicked off her heels until he caught a whiff, the smell of leather with undertones of something vinegary and cheesy. There was something a little nauseating about it and he inadvertently wrinkled his nose, holding a hand to his nose as he inched the seat back. It didn't help. The smell of her nylon-encased feet was still pretty pungent. 

The way she wiggled her toes annoyed him. Didn't she realize how they smelled? 

"Are you alright?" she asked, crossing her legs and flexing her nylon-clad toes some more. 

"Yeah, so I guess I'll just get to work," he said, standing, ready to leave. 

"Sit down," she insisted. "There's more to discuss." 

He sat, reluctantly. 

"Would you mind?" he suggested, gesturing to her feet. He didn't want to embarrass her, but the smell was too potent to ignore. 

"What do you mean?" she asked, reading something on her monitor before turning, glancing at her feet before turning to him, her right eye arched. 

"Got a problem with me resting my feet on my desk after a long day?" she asked. Kyle regretted bringing it up. 

"No," he replied. 

"Then what is it?" she asked sternly, making him feel foolish. 

"Nothing," he answered, his gaze to the floor. 

"I mean it's my desk and my feet are killing me, I see no reason I can't air them out a bit. Lord knows they need a little air." 

"No problem," he said, hoping to change the subject. 

"Oh, I see what it is," she said with a knowing grin. "It's the smell." 

Kyle neither confirmed nor denied, but Alexa knew. "You've got a problem with how they smell, don't you?" 

He nodded. It was true. 

Alexa shook her head. "I'm on my feet all day in shoes that don't breathe, running to meetings, and you think my feet won't stink? Am I supposed to feel guilty about that?" 

"No. Not at all. I'm sorry." 

"You're lucky then I don't expect you to give me a foot rub," she said, her anger dissolving into a few chuckles. The thought of rubbing her feet made him even more nauseous. He always hated feet, even on beautiful women. It was usually easy to ignore them, but the way she flexed her size 9 feet and wiggled her toes made them difficult to ignore. 

"I've had assistants who'd happily rub my feet, but I'm not expecting it, though I won't refuse a nice foot rub if you offer me one. It would be really awesome if you did, but again I'm not expecting it. Though it's a nice gesture and a good way to start our professional relationship." 

Alexa grinned, as if she took pleasure in his discomfort. But he couldn't get the thought of her feet out of his head. 

"But you have too much of an issue with foot odor to offer," she noted with a snort. 

"I don't," he answered before realizing it would have been better to have said nothing. 

"And will you offer a lady a nice, relaxing foot massage?" she asked. How could she even think it appropriate to ask him? She called it professional but what was professional about insisting on such a thing? 

"That's what I thought," she added after a moment of silence, crossing her feet again. "You've got a complex about foot odor." 

Kyle didn't know whether to agree or deny it. 

"Just my luck. First guy to work here in ages and he's got an issue with stinky feet, like I'm supposed to have toes that smell like roses with the long hours I put in. So just when I need a root rub the most, it'll be too much for you to handle some natural end of the day foot odor." 

Alexa shook her head dismissively before turning to the job discussion. It was a relief to talk about business. The meeting ended amicably enough, although she never put her shoes back on and seemed to enjoy sustaining the meeting as long as possible. 

Although Alexa had a penchant for forms and deadlines, Kyle felt confidant he was prepared. The next day, no one was more surprised than he to discover he'd failed to submit some update forms, although there wasn't much to report yet for his accounts. Alexa sounded furious over the intercom, insisting he hurry to her office. 

"Sit down," she said imperiously as he approached her desk. He sat. 

"There wasn't much for you to remember, Kyle, but you still couldn't do it," she began. 

"I don't any of that in my notes," he answered, flipping through his pad of paper. 

"It's all on the form list. Suffice it to say I'm more than bit disappointed." 

She grinned as she leaned back, hoisting her legs onto the desk before using her feet to pry off her pumps. The stink was even more pungent than before, the undertone of sharp cheddar more unmistakable. And the nylon soles looked filthy. 

"Luckily for you," she continued, as she flexed her toes again, "there are ways to get back on my good side, Kyle." 

He knew what she was suggesting, but he didn't want to believe it. 

"I'd been wondering if I'd made a mistake in hiring you, but I'm sure I didn't." 

Was she threatening him, he wondered. The though of touching her feet turned his stomach, but what if his job was at stake. 

"Well," she asked with a half smile, stretching her feet toward Kyle. "What are you waiting for?" 

He hesitated, covering his nose. 

"You really have quite a complex about the smell. We're gonna have to confront that at some point." 

Kyle still couldn't get himself to touch her feet. 

"Look," she began, her irritation clear. "You're lucky I don't have you rub one foot while pressing your nose to the toes of the other foot, which is what you should be doing seeing there's no other way to deal with a complex like yours than by spending some time smelling my feet, but I just want a good foot rub. Your complex, we'll address another time and we're going to address it because it'll get in the way of our working relationship otherwise. I can't have an employee making faces every time I slip off my shoes. I deserve better than that." 

Kyle reached for one of her feet, the warm, sweaty nylon slippery in his hand. He recoiled, feeling foolish for doing so. 

"Or maybe we need to address that complex now," she mused. But Kyle grabbed both feet in his hands and began to squeeze. 

"There you go," she said, leaning back in her chair, eyes closed. "I needed this." 

He enjoyed her moans of pleasure, although he kept his head turned, trying to breathe only through his mouth. It didn't always work, the unforgiving stink still finding his nose. Although his hands got tired, she urged him on. "Keep going. And squeeze the toes too. Not too hard. That's it." 

After half an hour, Kyle's became visibly exhausted. Alexa noticed. 

"Why don't you get on the floor," she advised. "You can lean against the desk." 

"That's OK," he answered, uncomfortable about being literally at her feet. 

"It's not a request. I want you on the floor," she insisted, her voice stern. "Right here. I can't have you tiring out." 

He hesitated, but complied. As he sat on the floor, she swung her feet off the desk, crossed her legs before extending a nylon foot toward his face. He grabbed it and began rubbing, her toes only a foot from his face. She leaned back, smiling again as she told Kyle where to press and what to squeeze. The stink of her feet was still pungent, although he managed to hold an arm to his nose to keep from inhaling it. 

"I've had better foot rubs," she concluded, a half hour later. "But it was decent. I'm sure you can do better next time." 

She implied he'd be doing it again, but it wasn't his intention. When she dismissed him with a wave of the hand, he was happy to climb to his feet. 

"Well, what do you say," she asked with a grin. 

"See you tomorrow?" he asked. 

"No," she said, glowering. "I let you rub my feet, though if I knew better I'd listen to Dana and think about letting you go. But I gave you a chance to make good. So what do you say to giving me that foot rub?" 

"Thanks?" he asked. 

"Like you mean it," she replied with a shake of the head. 

"Thank you," he said, feeling humiliated as he turned and walked out of her office. 

The following day was going to be a new beginning for Kyle. Everything went smoothly. Even Dana greeted him in the hallway. And then he heard the rumbling of confusion outside his office. 

It was Dana who peered into his office holding a form. She was tall, slender and looked Amazonian in her anger. 

"Did you send this?" she demanded, throwing it to his desk. He recognized the form as one he'd sent out. 

"I think so," he replied, wishing he hadn't. 

"Next time send the right one. We've been wasting a ton of time on the wrong form and have to start over." 

"Sorry." 

"Try to do something right," she added before storming from his office. 

It was Alexa's secretary Beth, a pretty but quiet girl with penetrating eyes, who called him. His presence was required immediately. He dreaded the outcome, although he couldn't fathom why they got so upset about forms. He was prepared to plead to keep his job. 

Alexa didn't say anything until he sat down. She stood up, walking around the desk until she was standing right in front of him. 

"Five minutes ago I decided to let you go," she told him. 

His intentions had been good. Couldn't they see that? How could he persuade her to let him stay? 

"But I realized maybe there's a different learning curve for men and maybe you need a little more time to make good." 

"Thanks," he answered, relieved. 

She nodded. "But I expect you here at 6. Not only are you going to give me a better foot rub than last time you're going to smell my feet too." 

She waited for her request to sink in before walking back behind her desk with a triumphant grin. 

"I told you we'd get a chance to work on your stinky foot complex. And lucky for you, same pantyhose." 

"Can I just give you two or three foot rubs instead?" 

"No," she said emphatically. "You need to thoroughly smell my feet. That is if I'm keeping you on. I can't have you here if you have this issue with how my feet smell. It won't work. It just makes things ... awkward." 


Yet Another Company of Women



"I'm getting used to it." 

"I don't have time for you to get used to it. I needed you used to it Monday when you wouldn't even rub my feet. Now here we are, four days later, same shoes and pantyhose and I want nose to the toes, my feet all over your face and I expect some gratitude for it." 

Kyle could only shake his head in disbelief. Was she conditioning his job on him smelling her feet? 

"You still want this job?" she asked. 

"If I don't do this, am I fired?" he asked. 

"This needs to be on my terms, not yours," she said, visibly irked by the need to explain anything. "And this doesn't work, not with you making faces and acting disgusted. If you want this job, I want to be damn sure it's on my terms, and that means appreciating how I smell not faulting me for it. I work too hard not to be fully appreciated, and you're going to smell my feet as long as it takes until you learn to be more appreciative and grateful, especially since I'm not firing you on the spot. So if you want to stay, you'll turn up at 6, take off my shoes and smell my feet until I feel convinced I made the right decision by not firing you." 

There was nothing more to say. Kyle was too stunned to think. By the time, the reality sunk in, he was walking from the restroom near Erika's office. When they got to talking, he told her everything. It was Erika who brought him on board and introduced him to Alexa. She'd been so friendly the first few days. But his conversation with her was disappointing. She wasn't sympathetic in the least. 

He whiled away the hours, torn between leaving work and staying put. He wanted the job, but why was the humiliation so necessary? Was he really as incompetent as they'd suggested. He'd never had issues other places he worked. 

Before long, others were leaving. Erika popped her head in his office, beaming. 

"You're still here," she noted. "I'm glad. You made the right decision." 

Kyle nodded. 

Erika turned to someone standing outside the door. "He's gotta smell Alexa's feet," she said, eliciting giggles. "Poor guy," said one of the other women with a chuckle. 

"Remember to get into it," added Erika. "Sniff the heck out of her feet. They're just feet and it'll be over eventually." 

As Erika stepped outside, Kyle could hear laughter. His embarrassment felt fresh. 

The hour stretched on until he no longer heard anyone outside. It was 5:50. 

The intercom buzzed. It was Alexa. 

"I'm ready for you now. I finished a bit early." 

"Yes," he replied, still wondering whether to walk out. But he didn't. Within moments, he was at her door. Beth was at her desk, a slight smirk on her face as if she knew what Alexa planned for him. 

Alexa waved him in. He entered, closing the door behind him. 

"Alright," she said, business-like as if it were an official meeting. "I have this worked out. You'll come over here and lay on the floor here." 

Kyle stepped toward her desk. 

"Well?" she asked impatiently. "Get on the floor." 

Kyle complied. He hated himself for what he did just to keep a job. 

Alexa seemed pleased to see him on the floor, his head just under her desk. Lifting the chair, it fit perfectly over his arms, pinning them to the sides of his chest. He could barely move. 

"That worked better than I thought," she said with a giggle. Taking a seat, and placing her heels on his upper chest. He could already smell her feet through the shoes. "You're not going anywhere," she added. 

"Well you know I don't waste time," she added, still chuckling as she pried off one of her heels and pressed her hot, sweaty nylon foot squarely on his face, working the fresh sweat into his face. It all happened so fast, he wasn't even prepared to be disgusted. He was just in shock as the worked her toes over his face, the smell not hitting him right away; although he'd been too stunned to breathe. 

And then it hit him. He didn't even realize her toes were directly over his nose as he took a breath, her feet smelling of Munster cheese and vinegar. It was what he'd smelled before, only much worse. It wasn't even the smell so much as the fact his nose was pressed up against the underside of her nylon toes. He tried to squirm free, but he couldn't angle his body out from under the chair. Her giggling seemed to confirm that he wasn't going anywhere until she was done with him. 

She continued to slide her warm, sweat-soaked foot over his face. He wanted to scream at her to stop, but he knew it wouldn't help. He remembered what Erika said. The more he resisted it, the more she'd wanted it. He'd have to pretend to enjoy it, but all he could do was endure as her nylon toes curled once again over his nose. 

"You're here to smell my feet, now start smelling them," she said. 

As she wiggled her toes, sliding them over his nose, he inhaled. The smell was making him light-headed, the cheesy aroma making him slightly nauseous. What was he thinking? Why had he complied. It was too late to walk away. He'd crossed the Rubicon, degrading himself sufficiently that he knew he had to make the job work. Her feet smelled foul, but what option did he have? He inhaled deep, to see what he could withstand, but the smell only seemed to get more revoltingly cheesy, but that was because she was pressed her toenails up against his nostrils. 

"Come on," she yelled. "That's weak." 

He sniffed loudly. Couldn't she hear him. He was doing his level best to pretend he liked it, but he knew he was failing miserably. He hated her for sliding her putrid-smelling foot over his face like it was no big deal, telling him to smell them whenever she slid her toes over his nose. 

"This is awesome," she noted with a chuckle as Kyle in inhaled her funky-smelling feet again and again. It was easier when he didn't think about it. He just breathed it in while she laughed at him. 

The moment he heard her other show fall on the floor, her other damp, sweaty foot was sliding over his face, the nylon too soaked with sweat to feel rough. 

"This is so much fun," she intoned before holding the toes of her second foot over his nose. "Let's do this one better," she demanded. 

His first sniff left him coughing on the overpowering odor. "Come on," she said impatiently, grinding her toes over his nose before wiggling them again. "Show me how much you appreciate my smell," she said. He in haled again, as deep as he could. "Better," she noted. "Keep it up, stupid." 

"This made wearing the same pantyhose all week so worth it," she said, as if she'd always planned this degrading punishment for him. 

The only consolation was that after every breath of her cheesy stink, the smell became more tolerable, weaker perhaps. He inhaled deep and long, as Alexa grinned her pleasure. 

"I didn't realize how much I'd enjoy this," she noted, leaning back in her chair as she had him smell one foot and then another, sliding her nylon feet all over his face from time to time before pressing her toes to his nose again. He'd grown used to the musty, cheesy smell, but she was still enjoying it too much. 

As fresh air greeted his nose, he realized she was peeling off her nylons, presented him with a pair of dirty, calloused feet with chipped nail polish on her toes. There were flecks of dirt between her toes and in the wrinkles on her soles. Her feet were thicker and wider than he thought; and once she pressed her bare toes over his nose, they proved to be just as cheesy as her sweaty nylons. 

"That feels even better. Smell 'em, dummy." 

With the ball of her foot pressed up against his nostrils, the Munster scent was eye-wateringly sharp. She particularly enjoyed having sniff under her toenails, the putrid scent too much, even despite his increased tolerance. 

"Come on. Smell 'em." 

He inhaled as much as he could. He just wanted it to be over. It seemed like she was wiping and sliding her feet over his face for hours, sniffing between cheese toes until he couldn't manage it anymore. 

"That ended weak, but not bad. Room for lots of improvement, but not a bad start." 

She lifted the chair, and yet he still couldn't move. 

"Now for my foot rub," she demanded, her ankles crossed as she rested her feet on his chest. He was about to reach for her foot when she rested it on his face. "Come on," she ordered. 

He grabbed her foot, holding it over his face as he pressed his fingers into her soles. She took her other foot and held it over his face, her toes sliding once again over his nose. 

"I didn't hear you thank me for this," she said. 

"Thanks," he said softly. 

"You can do better than that. I let you smell my feet for a good while and this is the thanks I get?" 

"Thanks a lot," he replied. 

"You still have a job," she added. "Remember that every time you smell my feet." 

Kyle nodded as he continued to press and squeeze, mustering what strength he had left as Alexa leaned back in her chair, her eyes closed. "It's good to be the boss," she mused to herself with a grin. "How do my feet smell?" she asked, flexing the toes of her other foot over his nose. 

"Great. Thank you." 

"Starting to show some appreciation. You see? That wasn't so hard, was it?" 

Pulling her feet free, she slipped on her shoes. "It's late," she said, as she stood up. "That's enough for me for one night. This almost justifies saving your job, though I'll give you a pass for now. Try to show a little more enthusiasm next time." 

Next time, thought Kyle as Alexa grabbed her jacket and purse and walked to the door, the clatter of heels on the floor. 

"You're not off the hook yet, but good effort," she added before walking out. 

Kyle sat up, his head swimming. He could still smell the cheesy vinegar of her feet. She'd left her nylons on the floor. Grabbing them, he threw them across the room, but the smell was still potent. It was in his nostrils. Walking to the bathroom, he tried cleaning it off, but he could still smell it. And sadly, he was starting to get used to it. 

Would his humiliation be over, he reflected on the way home. He'd endured, he decided, relieved the day was over as he fell asleep in his bed. 

The morning of the following day was as uneventful as he'd hoped, although he could hear a few titters and barely disguised smiles as he walked to his office. He was sure they knew what he did with Alexa, but he couldn't be sure; and he wasn't about to ask them. He made some calls, filed some paperwork, sure to check everything at least three times to ensure he had all the right forms. 

"Well, how was it?" asked Erika, standing at his door. Her wide grin revealed her teeth. 

"It's done," he replied, in no mood to talk about what he did with Alexa. 

"Did her feet smell terrible?" she asked, approaching his desk. "I'm sure they did," she added, chuckling. "You'll have to pardon the laughter and jokes today but it's been loads of fun ever since we heard about it. I still can't believe you had to smell her feet. Did she put them in your face?" 

"Like I said, it's over now." 

"Well, it's actually kinda cool you did it. Hilarious but cool. And I was just talking it over with some of the others. We have a girls' night every other Friday. We get together, have drinks, goof around. Just a chance to let our hair down and have some fun. And, basically, we thought it would be awesome if you joined us, let us have a little fun with you. It would be a cool way for us to really get to know you and welcome you to the company, you know. We're much nicer away from the office." 

"Sure," answered Kyle, although he had no real intention of hanging out with a bunch of women. Why would they invite him to a girls' night out anyway? "What would we do?" he asked. 

"I don't know. But I'm sure five or so of us, more I'm sure when they know you'll be there, can think of some wild and fun things to do with you. You'll be our special guest of honor so we'll be all over you, literally. We behave ourselves here, but we don't have to behave outside the office, and we definitely won't behave if you join us." 

The evening she had in mind began to sound more intriguing. Did they want to fool around with him? 

"So we hang out?" 

"Let's just say, the minute a cute guy like you walks through our door, our wicked imaginations will be getting the better of us. Trust me, we'll make it a night you won't forget. But think about it. It would be tomorrow night at Lauren's house. She has an awesome basement we call the romper room, which should accommodate a lot of us 'cause I don't know how many of us will be there. But if you agree to at least think about it ..." 

"I'll think about it," he answered, excited yet anxious about what the night might entail. 

"Great. I'll tell the others. It'll be awesome. They're already thinking of things they want to do with you." 

"Like what?" he asked. She was too vague. 

"Like you should stop asking questions about what we're planning because we won't tell you. So you won't know what we got cooked up until it's happening. So I'll start rounding the others up and I'm sure we'll get a good size group and I know everyone will have plenty of ideas, so who knows." 

"You can tell me something," he asked. 

"You won't know a thing. But I'm glad you like the idea and are totally open to it. The others will be really pleased to hear that. It's gonna be awesome." 

Erika left as quickly as she'd arrived. Kyle wasn't sure if he'd committed to anything. He'd have to talk to her about it later. 

Early in the afternoon, he was walking by Dana's office when she called him in. He was about to take a seat when she motioned for him to stand. 

"I heard you had a bit of a smelly evening," she noted with a grin. 

Kyle didn't want to talk about it, but Dana did. "I bet you won't be messing up the forms again," she added. "Though next time, I get to pick a punishment." 

"I made a mistake. I didn't notice the new forms, but I'm getting used to it." 

"I don't know if you're up to it. I told Alexa you couldn't manage it and I know you'll slip again and next time you do you forfeit an article of clothing for the day and we choose. If it's a big screw up, which it probably will, you might even forfeit two or three articles of clothing. I decide. Though the rate you're going, you'll probably wind up buck naked." 

Dana guffawed loudly. 

"I love that you had to smell Alexa's nasty feet, though. I wouldn't have thought of that. Maybe when you mess up, you can do my feet. What do you do? Lick 'em clean?" 

"I smelled them." 

Dana chuckled. "Well, put it this way. Either you're useful, or we have fun with you. Take your pick." 

The lull in the conversation was Kyle's cue to leave. He spent the next few hours finishing his work, checking and rechecking everything. The cost of any mistake seemed far too high. He had paperwork to deliver to Alexa, and he dreaded seeing her face, but she wasn't in. Beth, however, smiled and spoke. 

"We look forward to Friday," she said softly. She was very pretty, but she couldn't have been much older than twenty. "You're such a good sport about things." 

"Yeah. Girl's night. It's gonna be fun." 

Kyle didn't recall committing to anything. What was Erika telling everyone? He didn't bother saying goodbye as he sought out Erika before she left. She as in the kitchen. 

"You're telling others I'm in for Friday?" he asked. 

"You are," she answered flatly. 

"I never said that," he replied. 

"Of course you did. We already talked about it. But there's nothing more to think about. You just show up. I'll send you the address." 

"I didn't say yes." 

Erika glowered. "You're not backing out after you said you would. I've already got 7 enthusiastic commitments from others who mean what they say. You expect me to tell them you just changed your mind?" 

"I didn't change my mind," he explained angrily. "I never said yes." 

"So, despite the mistakes you made and the fact that some of us don't think you can be trusted, you want me to tell seven of your co-workers you aren't going to see this through even though you said you would, that you're too much of a flake to mean what you say? I don't think that'll go over well. Way to go at making more enemies, 'cause what you need, Kyle, are people in your corner. Besides, it'll be fun. Let's keep things good. So come on by and leave the rest to us." 

Her remarks gave him pause. He felt backed into a corner with no way out. 

"I'll tell them the truth. That I didn't agree to it." 

"They know I don't lie. You. they don't know, and you haven't made the best impression." 

"Well, if I go, I'm just staying for a little while." 

"That's not how girls' night works, Kyle. We have you for the full night. That was the understanding." 

"There was no understanding." 

"Well, I'm telling you now. We get you for the night. It's our night and we get to have some naughty fun after a long week. Is it too much to ask of you?" 

It seemed Erika's kindness came at a price. She pulled you in and trapped you. 

"Seven women can't wait to spend some time with you. Probably more. Maybe you should just relax and go with the flow." 

"I did that and spent a few hours with Alexa's nasty feet in my face. 

Erika burst into laughter. "How is any of this funny?" he asked her. 

"You smelling Alexa's stinking feet is funny," she said, regaining her composure. "But I hope we're on the same page regarding tomorrow." 

"I don't know." 

"You seriously want eight of us wanting to teach you a lesson. That on top of Dana and the three others who don't want you here and it's an easy vote for punishment." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean there are 23 of us women here. at full staff meetings, anyone can put in a request for punishment. If you get a majority vote, in this case 12, punishment gets awarded and we all get to vote on a suitable punishment. It's not worth pissing more people off, unless you like the idea of 23 women voting to decide what clothes you've got to remove for the day. Talk about deserving a punishment through sheer stupidity." 

"This is crazy." 

"Because you're being an idiot. I'd smarten up and keep some people in your corner. Let us have some fun with you tomorrow and you'll earn some goodwill." 

Kyle didn't know what to say. There was no getting out of the corner he was in unless he left his job. But he couldn't do it. 

Although he later decided not to show up, he woke up Friday morning, went through the same rituals, and turned up for work. It wasn't ten minutes before an impromptu full staff meeting was called. Nonetheless, most everyone was in, probably twenty women in all, clustered around the conference table. 

"Kyle, can you come up here," asked Dana once the meeting had been called to order. Some of the other women giggled. He flushed red as he stood up and walked to the front of the room next to Dana. What could this all mean. He remembered everything Erika told him, but he never said he wouldn't go. 

"A punishment request has been filed against him. Let's hear the reasons." 

A woman in her early thirties, plain featured but attractively dressed, stood up. "I call for punishment because we never got a chance to punish him. Alexa did. Sure, I don't envy him for what he did." The giggling was louder. "But it wasn't to our benefit, only hers. What did we get out of it? And we're the ones who had to fix everything because of him." 

Giggling dissolved into grumbling. Kyle was nervous. He thought about making a run for it, but the door was on the other side of the room. He could feel their stares. 

"All in favor of punishment, raise your hand." 

Kyle couldn't look. "Fourteen," counted Dana, a wide grin on her face. Some of the women applauded. 

"All in favor of one article of clothing to forfeit?" she asked the women. "Two?" she later asked. "Three?" she also asked. "Everything?" she then asked, to a whistle from a woman in the audience. 




Yet Another Company of Women



"One item it is," she concluded to Kyle relief. He still wasn't looking. 

Dana handed out sheets of paper for the women to vote for an article of clothing. Once the papers were handed back in, Dana began the tally. It turned out to be 12 for pants, 7 for shirt, and 2 for shoes. "Pants it is," she shouted to the deafening catcalls and whistles of the women. Kyle flushed red again. 

"Well, you'll have to hand them over," said Dana as the women chanted "pants", "pants, "pants." 

Kyle wasn't about to take off his pants in front of 20 women. He froze. 

"If you don't take them off, we'll have to do it for you," she said, moments before he felt hands grabbing his legs and waist. He tried to stand, but he was surrounded, someone unfastening his belt and unzipping before hands pulled his pants to his ankles and, pulling off his shoes, off his feet. The room erupted with a loud cheer as his pants were thrown to Dana. 

"You'll get these back at the end of the day," noted Dana, chuckling as the women left Kyle standing next to her without his pants and shoes on. 

"Are you satisfied with the punishment?" asked Dana of the woman who'd complained. The woman laughed and said yes. 

"Alright. Now we can call the meeting to order," Dana declared. Kyle began walking to his seat, but Dana grabbed his arm. "Not you. You have to stand here." 

The women giggled. He could feel their stares, though he kept his gaze low. The meeting was short, thankfully, but he could see them staring at him, giggling and whispering as he stood before them in his boxers. 

The meting adjourned and he hurried to his office, trying to ignore the laughter and catcalls. 

After fifteen minutes, Erika turned up. "Boy that got out of hand," she said. "I wasn't expecting that. Sorry about you losing your pants. Though if it's any consolation, Beth and I voted for shoes, but you can't deny them their fun." 

Erika was smiling, as if his humiliation were amusing. 

"I thought what you did with Alexa would have been sufficient, but they had a point about having their punishment. Only fair I guess. Anyway, I just wanted to give you some good news for a change. I'm now up to 10 definite commits for tonight. So that's going to make things even more fun. See, there's a silver lining to today." 

"You don't have to invite anyone else," he said. 

"No worries. I'm happy to keep asking around and drumming up enthusiasm for tonight. I love planning these things. And everyone's super excited though, come to think of it, I bet I can get a few more friends to join us. I'll do what I can to get a good sized group. I may not be able to do better than 14 or 15, but I'll try." 

"What's a good sized group?" 

"I don't know. At least twenty. I tell them there'll be some eye candy and they're all in. Come to think of it, I know someone on the women's Dodgeball league. They've got a game, and I'll see if she can come by afterwards and bring some of her friends from her team. I don't know why I didn't think of that. Well, more calls to make." 

Erika slipped out before Kyle could protest. 

When Dana rang him on intercom, he hesitated. 

"Kyle. I need you in my office." 

It was an order, and she'd been left in charge. He would have to walk out again without his pants. They'd giggle and snigger, but at least Dana's office wasn't far away. Then he realized the giggling was no big deal compared to whatever Dana wanted. 

He found Dana behind her desk. 

"I noticed a few more irregularities," she began. "It looks like we got another wrong form. Probably happened Tuesday as well, but there are still consequences. I don't know why you couldn't get this straight." 

"I'm sorry." 

"I'll need two articles of clothing from you." 

"What?" 

Dana sighed impatiently. "You messed up, so shirt and undershirt. I'll take 'em. Yeah, you really messed up worse than I thought." 

Wasn't losing his pants bad enough. 

"I can call a meeting and we'll probably vote full strip, or you can give me your shirts. I don't have all day." 

"I got punished for that." 

"This is something else, which we'll have to deal with too. Some of us are going to be pretty pissed of when they find out, but we can handle this now. Just hand over the shirts and you can go." 

Kyle began unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't know what to say. He knew she could carry through with her threats. Surrendering dress shirt and undershirt, He felt naked in his boxers and socks. Stooping he began to lower his socks. 

"I asked for the shirts, no the socks," she said before waving him off. 

Kyle glanced outside. Only a few of the women might notice him run back to his office. He hurried, but not without earning more whistles. 

Finding his office, he closed his door. But it wasn't five minutes before Erika opened it. 

"What happened this time. You lost your shirt?" 

"There was another error." 

"She shook her head. "You're making this hard to help you out. I mean if you can't be more careful, this is what happens. Anyway, I did get a commit from the Dodgeball friend and she's bringing four from her team so that brings us to 15 which is getting more awesome. See you at 6." 

She closed the door, leaving Kyle alone to understand how his life was unraveling. Was this the price he had to pay for a good job that paid well? Here he was, sitting in his office in only his boxers and socks while women giggled and chatted outside his door. What's worse, Erika had tricked him into attending some event with a bunch of other women planning on having fun with him. What were their intentions? 

It was impossible to get work done, so he put his head to the desk and let himself fall asleep. 

Kyle awoke to a voice. Erika was sitting across from him. 

"It's time to go, sleepyhead" she told him. "We're waiting." 

"My clothes," he remembered, feeling embarrassed at his near nakedness. 

"Should be in the front. You can get them there. Come on." 

Erika stood up. "A lot of the girls are already there and they've been asking what's taking so long to get you over there." 

"Could you grab my clothes?" he asked, seeing a few co-workers outside the door, smiling at one another. 

"We'll get them on the way out," she said, gesturing him to follow her. "We've all seen men in boxers before. And we've gotta hurry." 

"Please," he insisted. 

Erika exhaled impatiently before turning to the other two women. "Can you grab his gear up front?" 

"It's not like you're gonna need them where we're going," she said before stepping outside. She returned with his pants and shirt, tossing them onto his desk. "We prefer our men half naked but suit yourself and get dressed." 

Kyle dressed hurriedly while Erika watched. "You look good," she observed. "You should try the boxer look more often." 

"At the rate he's going here, he'll have to get used to the naked look," noted one of the women outside to the amusement of a few others. 

"Come on," insisted Erika, grabbing Kyle by the arm before he could adjust his pants and button his shirt. 

There were three other women. They were nice looking, mid to late twenties and all smiles. They were quick to pat his behind and tousle his hair. Lauren was dark haired with a goth flair, judging by her dark fingernails and lipstick. Amy was slender yet shapely, a perfect body making up for her plain features. Julia was petite but feisty, red curls framing soft features. 

Helping Kyle into the back seat of an SUV, they piled in after him, Erika and Amy sitting in front with Erika and Julia on either side of him. Julia's hand found his knee while Erika slid her long fingernails over his neck. 

"No turning back now, cutie," whispered Julia. "You're ours." 

"Nervous?" asked Lauren. 

He lied, shaking his head. 

"You should be," she replied with a smile. 

It was thrilling and yet disconcerting. If only he had some idea what they had planned for him. 

"What happens when we get there?" he asked the women as the car turned on the freeway. 

"Whatever happens happens," answered Julia with a chuckle. 

"Like what?" he asked. 

"Like you should stop asking so many questions and leave what happens to us," said Erika. 

"Stop thinking so hard," whispered Lauren. He flinched as she grabbed his crotch, squeezing hard enough for pleasure to almost become pain. But he enjoyed it. 

"Who has the blindfold?" asked Erika. 

"We're putting it on now?" asked Julia. 

"Yeah," said Erika. 

"We don't share the location with any men we bring over there," said Amy. 

Kyle felt nervous as Julia drew a blindfold over his eyes. He could see nothing, but he could still smell their perfume and feel their fingers and hands over his body. He was fully erect in his pants, which seemed to elicit a few giggles from the women next to him. As someone's fingers caressed the length of his cock, he shuddered at the unexpected pleasure. Could all the women invited want to touch him like this? Was this really happening to him? It was too good to be true. 

He was squeezed, caressed and even slapped unexpectedly. He was on high alert and yet fully erect. And then he felt something warm against his face, something smelling of corn chips. 

"Smell it," said Lauren as the other women giggled. He sniffed. The corn ship aroma was redolent of something a bit tart. "Again," said Lauren. He sniffed again as warm skin slid over his face until what felt like toes clutched at his nose. 

"Is that someone's foot?" he asked to an explosion of laughter. 

"I told them how much you enjoyed Alexa's stinky feet," said Erika. And yet, she told me you were really getting into it and even got hard and she said her feet were super nasty and cheesy, so we might have some foot treats for you tonight." 

"I didn't enjoy it," he said, remembering the experience with revulsion. 

"Did you like the smell?" asked Lauren, her warm foot once again held to his face. He turned away. 

"Yes you did," said Lauren, her hand smacking his erect cock. 

"He's just playing hard to get," noted Julia before a different smell greeted his nose, a musty smell coupled with nachos. There was more giggling. 

"Smell it," insisted Julia. Knowing it was her foot, he turned away. He was about to pull his blindfold off when someone smacked his hand away. "That stays on," said Lauren, her foot once again pressed to the side of his face.  

"Playing hard to get," concluded Julia. "But we'll get what we want." 

"You'll smell my feet and suck my toes later whether you like it or not," whispered Julia. 

Turning from Lauren's foot, he could feel Julia's toes gliding over his face. He held his hands up, to ward them off. 

"There's time enough for all that later," said Erika with a chuckle and the women pulled their feet from his face. 

He felt hands grabbing his pants, pulling them up at the belt. "He's got a cute cock," noted Julia. 

"We'll check it out when everyone else does," said Erika. "Can't you wait?" 

Kyle felt increasingly nervous. He realized he'd be naked for all those women and that the plan was to have him smell their feet. What else had they cooked up? 

"Almost there," noted Amy as the car took a few turns, climbing a hill. Eventually it slowed to a stop and doors were opened. He'd barely turned to climb out when hands grabbed him, pulling him free of the car. His belt was undone and pants loose. He grabbed them to keep them from falling down. The women laughed. 

"Can't wait to take it all off for us," said Julia. 

They never gave him a chance to adjust his pants as they pulled him up a gravel path and in through a door. 

"Careful with the stairs," said Erika as she guided him down toward some thumping music, punctuated by the occasional peal of high-pitched laughter. He was freezing up with nervousness but the women pulled at him, forcing him down one step at a time as he tried to keep his pants on. 

Another door opened, a room full of women cheering loudly before dissolving into laughter. He knew he must have looked ridiculous holding up his pants. 

"Alright girls," yelled Erika. "He's all ours. Who's ready to play?" 

The women roared their delight, stomping and howling. It was fear Kyle was feeling, not sexual excitement. He'd lost his erection completely. 

Someone gave him a push. He stumbled, his pants falling loose as he almost tripped. And then he felt their hands all over his body, his shirt pulled down and off as hands tugged his pants down his legs until he lost his balance. His undershirt got pulled up over his head as hands grabbed his boxers, a hard tug tearing them and pulling them from his body to the catcalls and howls of the women who worked off his socks and undershirt, something pulled tight over one wrist and then another until they were tied together. He squirmed away, but hands grabbed him, pulling him to his feet, as women laughed and applauded, a few whistles intensifying the complete humiliation. 

He still couldn't see because of the blindfold, but all he could do was listen as women stepped away, their chattering, giggling and whooping it up as if he were some naked spectacle. How many women were watching him? 

"Alright ladies," said Erika. "We've got a long night and lots of requests so let's get started." 

The women applauded as hands grabbed him by the arms, pulling his hands down to a chair, his rear end sticking out. 

There was chuckles from the women who could probably see his dick and balls between his legs, although it felt like everything had shriveled up in his fright. He felt more exposed than ever. Were they going to hurt him. 

And then he felt a whack on his rear end. He winced. 

"What's happening." 

"First request," said Julia who must have been standing close by. "Beating a naked man's cute little ass. Go ahead Sidney." 

Someone smacked his ass hard with a paddle. It stung. 

"Though I'd prefer to spank it," said Julia. He could feel her hand spanking his ass cheeks hard. He winced with every smack. 

Sidney once again hit him with the paddle several more times until someone remarked how red his ass looked. It was throbbing. 

"Please," he begged. 

Hands grabbed him and turned him around. 

"I think he needs the drink," said Lauren. 

Within moments, a cup was held to his lips. "Drink the whole thing," whispered Lauren. 

"What is it?" he asked. 

"Something to help stiffen you up again," she answered, to the delight of the other women. It was a lively convivial mood, which wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't completely at his expense. 

"I wasn't done," said Sidney. 

"You'll get more time later," said Erika. "What's next?" 

It was quiet until someone smacked his face. He raised his hands which were still bound together, holding them over his face. But they pulled his hands down as someone smacked his face again and again. 

"That's for being a naked fool," said Lauren with a chuckle. His face was burning. 

As he felt his cock stiffen, fingers tied something to it. Some kind of rope tightened, but his cock was filling out. The women giggled as they pointed it out. 

"And now you'll see me lead this fool by his cock," said Lauren, the rope giving his cock a hard tug. He stepped forward, the rope forcing him to keep walking. Giggling turned to full on laughter as he must have been making a spectacle of himself, getting led by his stiffening cock around the room as the women clapped. 

"You can lead them all by the cock," said one of the women. 

"The cock wants pussy but he's not getting any," whispered Lauren before she pulled at the rope again, someone kicking him from behind. 

He endured five more minutes of this torture before fingers grazed his cock and the rope was loosened. He waited fearfully for the next cruelty, still unable to see; although it was probably better not seeing their smiling faces. 

"How 'bout some target practice?" shouted a woman whose voice he didn't recognize. 

He was once again forced to bend over, his hands to the chair. He heard something click, and something thud against his back. The giggling got loud again. 

Another click and this time something hit his ass cheek hard. He flinched and the women cheered. They were shooting something at him. 

He could hear the women argue over who was next. Usually they missed, but sometimes they were painfully on target, one projectile painfully close to his testicles which must have shrunk inside his body. His cock was almost painfully hard. Had they given him some erectile dysfunction meds in that drink? 

Then they spun him around. 

"Rings," shouted someone. 

He soon felt something hit his stomach. and then his leg. It wasn't painful. It when he felt something plastic slide down his cock that he realized they were small rings. The women cheered how the ring hit its mark. More were thrown, and whenever one slid over his throbbing cock, the crowd cheered. At least they'd stopped hurting him, although his ass cheeks still stung. 

But a light-hearted game was followed by a volley of slaps and kicks as two girls laid unto him for a full twenty seconds. He endured the blows as he held his hands over his balls. The games began to alternate. A few girls would slide paint on him and he could feel others shaving his pubes. Thrown to the floor, he was turned over as something was pressed between his ass cheeks. It was lubed and he could feel it slide in slightly and then a little more. The women were mostly quiet as someone took a dildo to his ass. It was a strange sensation for him, as someone slid it out a bit and then back in, hands on his back and legs over his as if someone were fucking him. He tried to shake the woman off. but hands held him down. 

"Are you an ass virgin?" whispered a woman, her voice reminding him of Beth. It couldn't be her. bath seemed so sweet. 

He nodded. "Please, don't." 

The women continued sliding the lubed strap on in and out for a few minutes before pulling it out. 

And then he felt someone step on his back, high heels digging into his flesh. And then someone else stepped on him, more heels pressing down on his rear end. The room erupted with giggling and chattering again. 

Once the music was turned up, he could feel the two women pressing their shoes down on him to the beat. Were they dancing on him? It was excruciating. 

A third women with flat sneaker soles also stepped on him, and then everyone jumped off. He was turned over and within seconds, someone was slapping his throbbing cock back and forth before stroking him a few times. He forgot fear in a sudden rush of pleasure, moaning even, to the delight of the other women. The stroking continued until high heels once again pressed down on his chest. He gasped from the sudden pressure. The pain of someone stepping on him in heels was making his breathing labored. And then he felt the sharp point of someone's heel against his cheek and then his lips. 

"Open your mouth," said a woman who pushed the heel into his mouth, the flat of the high heel pressed over his face just to the side of his nose. Just when he couldn't take anymore, the woman stepped off. 

One of the women caressed his cock a little more before stopping. He tried to catch his breath. 

"Open your mouth," said another woman. He complied as something was pushed in his mouth, as the crowd of women shouted and squealed their approval. It tasted of urine and pussy. was it someone's panties? Something was pulled over his head, something that smelled similar, the strong odor or pussy in his nostrils. The women continued to cheer. 

"Get up panty boy," said Julia as hands grabbed him, pulling him to his feet. It felt like another pair of panties were being pulled over his head and adjusted so the crotch was over his nose. The smell of urine and pussy intensified. 




Yet Another Company of Women



"That's all you boys think about," said Julia. "Pussy, right?" 

Kyle couldn't speak, for the panties in his mouth. He still couldn't see either. 

"Can we sit on his face?" asked one of the women before he was pulled back to the floor. And then he felt someone's ass over his face until he could barely breathe. It slid over his face. 

"We can do that later," said Erika. "He's been so good so far. Who thinks he deserves some stinky feet?" 

Women roared and stomped. 

"And who got their feet super stinky for him 'cause he loves 'em stinky." 

The women cheered. 

"Will he clean them too?" asked a woman. "I let mine get dirty." 

"Of course," said Erika. "This is the night you get what you want. Your chance to give him what you think he deserves. Does he deserve to lick your dirty feet clean." 

"Heck yeah, "said the woman. 

"But first, sniffing, since I know some of you went to a lot of trouble to get your feet nice and ripe." 

He didn't know what was more upsetting, the laughter or the fact they'd be shoving their stinking, nasty feet in his face. How could this be happening again? 

"One at a time, and keep your shoes on until we're ready. There's plenty of food and drinks in the back." 

He heard the squeak of a chair as his arms were hoisted up over his head and panties pulled from his face. He tried to move them but he couldn't. The clatter of a heavy shoe meant only one thing, a sweaty foot encased in nylon pressed down on his face. The smell was sharp and pungent, like apple vinegar. 

"Get your toes over his nose," explained Erika. The woman did just that, her long toes clutching at his nose to the giggles and groans of the other women. 

He inhaled. The aroma was sickeningly sweet. 

"He's really smelling them," observed one woman. "How long you been wearing those nylons?" 

"I never wash this pair," said the woman. "They're for idiots like this one who love stinky feet." 

"Let's keep it five minutes each for now," said Erika. "So you might as well give him both feet. Just rub them in his face and make sure he can smell them. He loves that." 

He wanted to protest, but his mouth was till full of someone's well-worn panties. 

The woman's feet were big and slightly cheesy as she worked them over his face, the other women groaning yet fully amused. She made sure to keep the toes of one foot over his nose at all times, forcing him to inhale through her musty, Cheddar toes. 

Her feet were barely of his face when he noticed a different odor. The scent was sour, something reminding him of Parmesan cheese. He instinctively turned in disgust, but they held his head firm as someone's stinky toes curled over his nose. 

"I thought he liked 'em stinky?" asked one of the women. 

He could only hold his breath for so long before he had to inhale. It was pungent, but nothing like Alexa's cheesy nylon feet. 

"Oh, he does. I mean look at that erection. Anyone want to give it a grab?" 

The room erupted in giggles as he felt one hand grab his cock and stroke it, and then another. He wanted them to keep going, but they'd stroke it a few times and then stop; and he needed release. It was almost easy to forget the ripe, sweaty feet in his face and over his nose as he relished each stroke. Some grabbed him hard, and others were more gentle. If only someone could work it to completion, he might not trick himself into finding stinky feet sexy; but he was in a state of constant sexual excitement as one pair of smelly feet slid over his face and then another. 

Everyone got five minutes, and by the time an hour of smelling stinky toes had passed, he'd sniffed the dirty, sweaty toes of twelve women. And yet there were more. He heard the group greet new arrivals, so there was no telling how many had come. 

And then he felt a damp sock foot over his face. It was rank, fruity yet cheesy, as sock toes slid over his nose. 

"Woah. He's totally smelling them," said a young woman. "And I wore my lucky pair to the game." 

"Did you win the dodgeball game?" asked another woman. 

"We kicked their butts," said the young woman, to the whoops of a few other girls nearby. 

"So he'll just smell our stinky socks and stuff?" asked another girl. 

"Would you like to have him smell them?" asked Julia. "He can smell your bare feet and socks." 

"I want him to smell both," said the girl, to the laughter of her friends. "My socks probably smell worse than Nina's." 

"It should be a real treat for him. Go ahead and have him smell them." 

"With Nina's sock foot still on his face, another sock foot, even more damp than the first, slid over his cheek. It stank like an old cheese cloth dipped in vinegar. Sock toes slid over his nose. 

"Oh my God, he's totally smelling them. I wouldn't even smell them." 

It wasn't long before he could feel at least three sweat-soaked sock feet over his face. He never thought gym socks could smell so nauseatingly rank. And yet, with every tug and stroke of his cock, he could almost forget how awful it was. 

"We should be doing this after every game," said the second girl. 

"We can hand deliver him for you," said Julia. "Naked or clothed." 

Women chuckled. 

"I was thinking how the others were missing out," said the first girl in socks. "It would be kinda cool to have him smell our feet after a big win, having his face under my dirty feet. I really like this. And how cool that he doesn't mind the smell. I'd be like gagging right now. I mean I seriously don't clean these socks." 

"They would so love doing this," said the other girl. "I have to hide my socks from guys. And he's got his nose pressed into them. 

He was surprised when someone pulled the panties from his mouth. He was relieved to close his mouth. 

"Open it again," barked Julia. As soon as he did, more fabric got pushed in his mouth. This time it tasted acrid, vinegary and sour. It was someone's sock. 

"That's so awesome," said one of the girls as the others burst into laughter. "He's like sucking on it. Nasty but awesome." 

There were moments when it was hard to breath when someone's foot pressed down over his nose, and without his nose, he couldn't breathe. After another half hour, it became something of a free for all, bare feet, sock feet and nylon feet all competing for space on his face, toes clenching his nose as he was assaulted by different smells, all sour and ripe and cheesy; some tolerable and others eye-wateringly putrid. 

"Shoes on everyone," yelled Erika. "Keep those feet sweaty and our guest of honor will lick them clean for you." 

There was a roar of approval that disintegrated into mock disgust and laughter. Kyle could hear the click of cutlery on plates, but he had no thought of food. Hands clasped and smacked his cock, sometimes squeezing and pressing his balls. He felt so close to shooting a load, but he never came close enough. And he could hear their laughter, as if they knew his frustration and relished it. 

It took a while before he realized the women had been using his body as a foot rest, high heels, boots and sneakers resting on his body, some pressed against his arms and legs. Women even pressed the soles of their heels and flats over his face. It was truly degrading. Now and then someone stood on him, feet pressed into his stomach and chest. It seemed a moment didn't pass before someone's toes were wriggling over his nose and someone was asking him to smell them. The taste of rank gym socks in his mouth still tasted sour. 

"Who wants to see how high he can shoot his load?" yelled Erika. 

The women cheered, and it sounded as if they were taking wagers on how high. He felt ready to explode. 

It seemed to take forever before he felt someone's firm hand begin pumping him hard, slow at first and then faster. And as the hand reached the head, he felt the release, to the squeals and gasps of the women nearby. He shuddered as if the orgasm had traveled over his body. He'd never had an orgasm like that. 

"Amber wins," shouted Erika, to the high-pitched howls and cheers. 

"That was pretty high," noted Erika. "Don't forget we have desert too everyone." 

Within seconds he heard Erika's voice, someone's high heels resting painfully on his face. 

"Now you're gonna do my feet," she said. As one of her shoes fell to the floor, he could feel her moist, warm bare foot pressed flat over his face. The other shoe fell, and soon both sweaty feet were on his face. They smelled of corn chips and leather. It wasn't all that bad, although her toenails gave off a distinctly cheesy odor when she held them to his nostrils. 

Suspecting Erika was the cause of much of what happened, he resented her, but he smelled her feet whenever she asked. He was relieved when she pulled the socks from his mouth, but what happened next was unexpected. 

"Hold out your tongue," she demanded. As he did so, she began sliding her feet up and down, pressing her toes over his mouth until his tongue slipped between her toes. "Clean them," she insisted." 

"He's cleaning feet too?" asked one of the women. 

"Oh my God, he's licking them," said a girl nearby. 

He could hear the women stomping as they crowded around him again, shoes once again resting on his body, heels pressed against his balls. 

"They're so dirty," said another girl. But Kyle couldn't se Erika's filthy feet. He could only imagine. They tasted salty and sour, and he could feel the roughness of her calluses and the hard skin of her heels. It was worse then just smelling them. 

"Open your mouth," she barked. 

He did, and she began shoving all her toes into his mouth, to the raucous shouts and squeals of the other women." 

"Suck on that, stupid," she said, to everyone's amusement. He almost gagged as she began thrusting her foot in and out. "And get between the toes." 

He could feel and taste flecks of dirt as his tongue probed between her toes. He almost gagged again at the thought, but he felt someone tugging at his erect cock, his mind distracted until she pressed a crusty heel over his mouth and told him to suck on that too. 

She was thorough and within ten minutes he was sure she had him lick and suck her entire feet. 

"Now that's what a guy like this is for," she declared. "Not just a foot rest, but he'll clean your feet. anyone else want their feet licked clean?" 

The room once again erupted with cheers and howls. Was this ordeal going to start over? 

A shoe pressed hard against his balls and he gasped. A booted foot pressed down on his cock. They were getting rough again, their laughter never diminishing. It seemed others wanted in on the abuse, and he felt a sneaker sole pressing down on his cock. The tip of a heel pressed up against the underside of his balls before they got pressed flat again. Every now and then, he got a kick in the ribs and legs. It was casual torture, as if it were no big deal. But it was all painful. 

A boot pressed down on his cock, but it remained erect. He was in pain yet still sexually aroused. It made no sense, until he remembered they'd given him Viagra or something like that. 

"Open your mouth," said another woman. He did so and five wiggling toes pushed into his mouth, to the cheers of the other women. "Suck on my dirty foot, dummy," said the woman, to the laughter of those nearby. 

Someone else got him in the balls with his foot. He wanted to beg them to stop, but his mouth was full of someone's dirty foot. 

He could feel the soles of boots and heels pressed against his cheek and neck. A few who'd been using him as a footrest began jabbing at his stomach with their heels. 

The punishment seemed endless and then it stopped, a hand sliding over his cock for a few strokes before letting go. He'd been asked to lick the soles of someone's feet, hardened skin tasting like sour milk. 

The women laughed about how nasty and filthy their feet were, so it probably for the best he couldn't see anything because of the blindfold. He would still ingest particles from between their toes. One foot after another, a few large and wide, were shoved in his mouth. The women all loved watching this the most, judging by the laughter. 

And as he sucked and licked, cheesy toes still clutched at his nose, the sour acrid taste combining with the nauseatingly ripe odors that should have turned him flaccid, but his cock was still hard as a rock, women squeezing it and trying to press it with their shoes. Shoe soles were still getting pushed against his entire body. 

Time passed slowly as his mouth grew sore from all the licking and sucking, all the calloused skin he had to clean and the toes he had to suck. They even started writing words over his body in pen. Judging from what he heard, one of the words was "bitch." Eventually, Erika called the riotous room to order. 

"Time to give his mouth a break for you know what," she explained, to the titters of the other women. "Time to get him out and have some more fun. Free form again. And remember. It's your night, girls, so this is your chance to do what you want." 

"Can I put my panties over his face?" asked one of the young women. 

"Of course. He's here so you can have some fun. I hope no one's holding back." 

"No," roared the crowd, stomping and clapping loudly. He was kicked repeatedly while he still lay on the floor. 

"Then let's get him up and make good use of him," shouted Erika. "Hope you al enjoyed getting your dirty feet cleaned?" The women laughed. 

Hands grabbed his arms, hoisting him to his feet. He teetered, feeling light-headed. It felt as if one leg had fallen asleep. The women chuckled as they held him up before bending him over. 

"Anyone want to kick his ass," yelled Lauren. "Literally?" 

Someone's boot pushed him hard against his buttocks and he fell forward, his wrists still bound together, though he could still use his hands to break his fall. The room burst into laughter. To top it off, a pair of particularly pungent panties were pulled over his head, the crotch positioned just over his nose. 

He was pulled up again and bent over. One again, someone kicked him in the behind with enough forced to send him to the floor. It happened again and again as one woman after another took turns giving him a kick to his ass, one foot getting him between his legs. He felt freshly degraded, the laughter almost deafening. He felt like a rag doll, pulled to his feet only to be knocked down again. 

Someone else kicked him between the legs, send him falling with his hands to his balls. Everyone cheered. Kyle didn't know if he could survive this night. 

Eventually, they tired of kicking him and began throwing him around the room, hands grabbing him and pushing as he fell to the floor and was kicked until he climbed to his feet again. Why did they want to hurt him so much? It didn't make sense. 

At one point, a few of them stepped on him again, three or four women holding him down with their clunky shoes, a shoe sole held over his face. "Lick it," someone barked. Everyone giggled. But he complied. What choice did he have? He held out his tongue while the sole of someone's heel slid over it. It didn't taste like anything but the thought of it upset his stomach. Fortunately, only a few other women followed suit, demanding he lick their filthy shoes. 

Pulled to his feet, he was kicked again, but he managed to maintain his balance. But someone grabbed him by the cock and began leading him around before grabbing him by the balls and squeezing hard. He was released only to be smacked in the face several times by different women, pushed to the floor and then pulled around the room by his feet as the women tittered and cheered. 

"Everyone still having fun?" yelled Erika. The women cheered. 

"Ready for the best part of the night, girls?" she asked, to giggles and titters. 

"That's right. time to get those pussies licked like they deserve to be licked." 

The women began clapping and cheering. 

"I'm gonna release your hands, and I expect you to behave," whispered Lauren in his ear. "And lick our pussies good, you little bitch. Make it worth our time." 

"I want him to thank everyone," said Julia, nearby, as Lauren unfastened the wrist restraints. 

"Thank everyone for trying to make this a memorable night for you," demanded Lauren. 

"Thanks," he said, weakly. 

Lauren punched him in the ribs. "Louder so they can hear you, dummy." 

"Thanks everyone," he said as loud as he could. 

"For making this a night you won't forget." 

"For making this a night I won't forget." 

"Alright. Who's first?" shouted Julia. 

"Can we put him in the back so some of us can have a little more privacy?" asked one of the women. Others agreed. 

"Of course," said Lauren as he was pulled to his feet and kicked in the direction of a back room. For once, it was quiet, as he was thrown onto a bed. He could hear the rustle of clothes and then felt someone slide onto his chest, knees over his shoulders. Hands grabbed his head until he felt smooth thighs on either side of his head and the heady perfume of pussy near his nose. 

"Lick it," demanded a woman he didn't know. She pressed herself over his mouth and he licked, tonguing her clit artfully until she began to shudder and gasp. It didn't take very long. 

The woman climbed off and within seconds, a dress fell over his face and the pungent smell of wet pussy greeted his nose. Again, he licked and pleasured a woman he didn't know and couldn't see. It was all so quick. 

One by one they climbed on top of him, pressing their pussies in his face, some turning him over so they could lay on their sides. He licked Amy and Lauren and Julia. And eventually, one of the women pressed her pussy into his face, grinding against him without need for his tongue. 

The woman moaned and gasped before quickly reaching climax. 

"Pretty awesome night," noted Erika as she climbed off his face. "I told you it would be super fun. Now you see why I wanted a good sized group. Such a fantastic night. And they are having a blast with this. They're really letting loose." 

"Why?" was all he could muster. 

"I wanted you to have a memorable night. And they gave you one, didn't they? And then some. That's twenty-one women you owe a debt of gratitude. And the orgasms are a good start. You know, just to let you know how obliging and awesome they are, I asked them to get their feet extra stinky for you, seeing as how you enjoyed Alexa's nasty feet, and they came through. And they did it for you. So don't forget to thank everyone." 

Kyle winced with pain. He was sore all over. "They worked you over pretty good," noted Erika with a chuckle. "I knew they would. That's what makes them so awesome. They went all in. They'll probably want to work you over one more time before we take you home. Because they're not half-assed about things." 

How was he thanking them? he wondered. It would have pissed him off if he could muster any anger. But he felt nothing but for his throbbing hard cock that once again needed release. 

He reached for his blindfold, but Erika steadies his hand. "You keep that on until we're done." 

"How much longer?" he groaned. 

"That's up to them, isn't it? It's their night to really go to town on a guy and make sure he gets a night he won't soon forget. They go all in and they're thorough and they've got energy to burn, lucky for you. And when I think about what they've put into this night, I'm really pleased. We're really bonding as women and seeing what we can do together and how much fun we can have doing things we don't get a chance to do and doing it without any guilt. And the guy we work over benefits too. That energy is so powerful. You feel it. We all feel it. It's really something special. To think you were trying to weasel your way out of something so amazing." 




Yet Another Company of Women



"It's too much," he told her. "If this is for me, we can stop." 

"Don't you worry about putting us out. We're happy to do this for you and keep working you over. And they're more than thrilled to keep going. Besides, I think they're having way too much fun to stop now. More energy to put out there and to share with you. In fact, I'll give them a little more encouragement to give all they've got and really get creative. We have you here so we might as well make really good use of you, you know? Think of all those things they've wanted to do to a guy but didn't. Full energy release, and no guilt whatsoever." 

"Are you done?" shouted a woman into the room. 

"Yeah, he's all yours," said Erika, slapping his face playfully before stepping out. 

More women climbed on him, some grinding their pussies over his face and others just wanting some expert tongue. It took some time, but eventually Julia popped into say everyone got an orgasm as hands grabbed him and hauled him to his feet, a booted foot kicking him out the door and back into the main area where women cheered his return. 

And so it began again, the laughter never ceasing as they kicked him and threw him around the room, using his behind for more target practice and paddle beatings, while smacking and punching. When he fell, women would step on him, shoes on his face and balls and cock. 

Turned over, someone climbed on top and applied the strap on, sliding it in his ass until someone else wanted to try it. He still couldn't get used to the sensation, although they seemed to love this aspect of ownership over him. 

When they tired out a bit, he was thrown to the floor where shoes were pulled off and stinking feet once again worked in his face, and toes pressed to his nose. They all kept their feet fresh and pungent in their shoes, which meant they smelled just as disgustingly cheesy as they did the first time. And they loved making him sniff and suck. They even made him sniff inside their musty-smelling shoes. 

"I think his penis is even bigger than before," observed one girl. 

"Measure it again," said another. Kyle didn't realize it had even been measured before. 

He felt fingers on his cock and then someone called out. "Seven and a half." A burst of laughter dissolved into titters. 

"Let's see him spurt again," said another girl. Hands competed for his cock until someone grabbed it hard and firm and began to pump. It hurt but he needed it, and before long, he could feel the intense pleasure of release followed by a communal gasp and applause. He lay still, catching his breathe as women continued to use his body as a foot rest, chatting and laughing. Toes wiggled over his nose, and various cheeses came to mind as sock feet and nylon feet slid over his face. 

The night wore on with the usual abuse until women began filing out, the cheering not so loud and the laughter just a few isolated chuckles. He would have fallen asleep hadn't hands pulled him up and trotted him out naked to the car, his tattered clothing and car keys in hand. 

"They were awesome weren't they?" noted Erika. "Even at the end, they were laying into you pretty good." 

The pain was all over his body. Would he ever recover? 

"I asked everyone whether they'd like to work you over again and everyone was like heck yeah. And they're like, so when's he gonna do my feet again. They got a real kick out of that. And for days they were like, seriously, same shoes and socks and no washing them? Well, they realized it was well worth it getting their feet extra sweaty and stinky. They couldn't keep their feet off your face." 

"How long have you been planning this?" 

"It was three days ago you smelled Alexa's feet and she told how you were getting into it, which is when I knew for sure we have to do you. But I knew the moment you started when Alexa told me she only needed a day to make you smell her feet; and she's never wrong. So some of the girls had three to four days to prep. And you were so cute I knew we had to have you for girls' night. It was meant to be. It was an excruciating wait for us and I was thinking of making it Wednesday 'cause we couldn't wait to get your clothes off. But those two days made a difference between smelly feet and stinking, nasty feet. " 

Kyle was at a loss for words. 

"I see now reason why we can't plan something equally awesome next week, though I don't know how long they can wait before getting their hands on you again. Once they do something they really like, they want more. But why shouldn't they? They should get as much of you as they want." 

She continued to talk but he tuned it all out. At work, she pulled him from the SUV and pointed him in the direction of his car as he stumbled, torn clothes in and. 

"See you Monday," she yelled before driving off. 

He drove home, a spare set of gym gear sufficient to get him to his apartment without embarrassment. He collapsed in pain, sleeping through Saturday, and waking to take aspirin. Sunday was better and he could move around. Turning his thoughts to work, he considered all his humiliation and whether it was worth it. He was still relieved to have a job. 

He didn't even think about not going in Monday. There wasn't much lower he could get. And there was no way he was getting fired after all he went through. 

Kyle avoided everyone on the way to his office, although Erika still popped her head in. 

"Good news, Kyle. They're pretty much all in and they'll stink up their feet again for you. So cheer up, cutie. You're in high demand." 

Lauren and Amy peered into the room too, grinning. 

The 9:00 meeting should have been fairly mundane. It was the first he'd seen of Alexa in days. She was attractive in her dress, though this week she was wearing boots over her nylons. 

"Calling the meeting to order," said Alexa, standing before the table. "Do we have everyone?" 

"Almost," answered someone. "Missing a few." 

"Twenty plus Kyle," noted Alexa. "First order of business. Cass submitted a call for punishment, again. " the women at the table tittered, perhaps at the thought of Kyle losing some clothes. What else could it be, he thought, turning red. 

Cass stood up. "I call for Kyle to forfeit all his clothes," she demanded angrily. The request brought a smile to everyone's face, including Alexa. Kyle, with his head down, could feel his face burn with thee thought of more humiliation. Apparently, it could get worse. Being naked at a party was bad enough, but at work? The giggling and whispering didn't help. 

"And hands behind his back. He doesn't get to cover up so we can't see." 

Some of the women chuckled. Even Erika was grinning. 

"You've been trying to get him naked for days," noted Julia with a chuckle. 

"It's called justice," continued Cass. "The mess up was worse than we thought and we're still dealing with it. It was a bunch of forms not just one. And who knows what else? It's not like he cares. He doesn't even bother to be careful, which is more like contempt to me. What kind of respect is that?" 

"He lost his shirts for that Friday," said Dana. 

"But who even saw that. No one told me. It doesn't count unless he forfeits the clothing at a full meeting." 

"She's right," said Alexa, gesturing for Dana to let the matter go. "Though it seems he's already been punished." 

"Before we knew how much he messed us over. There are at least three other forms that were incorrectly done and that's at least three other article of clothing he should have forfeited in addition to the first, which would have made four at once. Minimum. But I'm demanding all his clothes because it's been bs how this has been handled. And the way I see it, he got away with it. Forfeiting only his pants and then on Friday his shirt for only a handful of us to see. And the fact there were so many errors Tuesday isn't just a mistake, it's general contempt for how we do things here which requires full strip. I mean you don't get that much wrong unless you don't care and we have a right to demand consequences for that, ones we choose and ones we can all see. Not Dana's and not Alexa's but ours. Our decision. Besides, who here hasn't had more work to do because he didn't care?" 

Many of the women murmured agreement. 

"Everything was fine before he started," she continued. "And now we're working harder because he slacks off and gives us more work. But being a man doesn't give him the right. He doesn't get special privileges. And he doesn't get to treat this business with contempt. We work too hard to make it work. And I don't see how he'll learn any humility until he's up there naked and see how much he likes being a man then." 

Some of the women applauded. 

Erika turned to him. "It's not lookin' good." 

Kyle continued to blush at the thought of his humiliation. He couldn't walk out without losing his job. 

"Kyle," said Alexa. "Come up here while we vote." 

Kyle stood and walked toward her, unable to look anyone in the eye. The giggling was incessant. 

"Alright. One article. How many hands? Two articles? Three? Four? Five? And full strip? Hmm. Wow. Alright. Full strip has it by clear majority. Kyle I'm gonna need you remove all your clothes and hand them to me." 

"Strip, strip, strip," chanted many of the women who were becoming increasingly unruly. Women were standing and clapping, a few whistling and calling him to take it all off. 

He began unbuttoning his shirt, but his fingers struggled with the buttons. 

"You need help again?" asked Dana, to a burst of laughter. "Yeah, he needs help." 

"Here," said Alexa, reaching for his belt buckle. "Let me help. She began unfastening his belt. Julia also approached, her fingers undoing his buttons. They were both smiling. As Julia helped him off with his dress shirt, Alexa unbuttoned his dress pants and pulled them down his legs, to a resounding cheer from the women. Someone else appeared behind him, grabbing undershirt, as Alexa grabbed his boxers and yanked them down. The cheers were deafening, and three or four were whistling as Julia and Amy pulled him to the floor as several women took off his shoes and pulled the pants and boxers off, leaving him in only his socks. 

"Get the socks off and stand up here," demanded Alexa with a smirk. 

"Maybe a new dress code for men?" asked Dana with a grin. 

"I wouldn't mind it," said Alexa with chuckle as Kyle handed her his dress socks. 

"And I get to keep his clothes," said Cass. "To make sure he stays that way all day." 

Alexa nodded, handing the clothing to one of the women, who slid them down the table to Cass who couldn't have seemed more pleased. 

Kyle instinctively covered his cock and balls. 

"Hands behind your back," barked Dana to a few catcalls and joyful whoops. Kyle complied, his gaze to the ground. 

"Satisfied with the punishment?" asked Alexa. 

"It's a good start. Though he doesn't get to hide in his office. The punishment calls for full nude for all to see all day." 

"I'm sure we can keep him busy with errands and such," suggested Alexa. "He can help the assistants out." 

"He can do all the copying," suggested an assistant, earning some laughter. 

"Fetch all the coffee," suggested someone else, earning even more laughs. 

"Deliver mail," said someone else. 

"Great ideas," said Alexa with a chuckle. "But we've got a long meeting which we'll try to do despite the fact there's a naked man behind me." 

The women sniggered, and continued to snigger as the meeting progressed. He had to endure an hour of smirking and giggling. 

"I have a request," announced Cass as Alexa was about to adjourn the meeting. 

"What?" asked Alexa impatiently. 

"I request that he work naked everyday until he learns not to make costly mistakes." 

The erupted in laughter at the prospect. 

"How long will that take?" asked Alexa. 

"As long as it takes. But if he can't even deliver mail or make copies right, why should we trust him with account forms? But he should have to prove himself more useful and not. Then maybe then he won't get laughed at for being incompetent." 

Women chuckled, evidently enjoying the idea. 

"I'll keep it in mind," said Alexis. "Meeting adjourned." 

Alexa turned to Dana. "Can you keep him busy and coordinate his new tasks. I have to run to a meeting." 

"With pleasure," answered Dana, grinning before turning to Kyle. "Time to earn your clothes back. Come on." 

His co-workers clustered around him, Julia patting his rear end as they filed from the conference room. They giggled, as if sharing a joke. But he knew he was the object of their mirth. 

Dana walked him over to the central secretarial bays where five of the assistants sat, many of them in their early to mid twenties, still learning the business. 'Hands behind your back," she reminded him. 

"Alright, ladies. I need you to keep him busy. You can delegate what you must but Cass and the others want him on display so give him things to do to keep him on his feet and moving about. Coffee errands, mail delivery, copies, whatever will help you out and keep him out here." 

Dana turned to Kyle. "If you're done with something, you come and stand here, hands behind your back, and wait until they give further instructions." 

The assistants couldn't keep straight faces as Kyle stood naked before them. His face reddened again. 

"No worries," said Christina, a secretary who sported glasses she didn't need. "We got lots for him to do." 

Dana walked off and the girls began to confer. 

"Why don't you start by copying these notebooks," said Christina. "Two of each page." 

The copier was in full view of everyone, since many of the women stood outside their office talking amongst themselves as they observed Kyle's every move. Cass, hands on hips, smiled triumphantly. 

Throughout the remainder of the morning, he was asked to deliver coffee to amused executive staff and even making coffee for the assistants, including Beth, Alexa's assistant. He delivered mail and files while continuing to make copies for everyone, as women whistled and catcalled. It was becoming a pattern that when he stopped to make copies, they whistled at him, telling him what a nice tush he showed everyone. 

For the afternoon, Cass wanted help rearranging the files outside her door. He was still in full view of much of the office, and still the subject of catcalls and whistles. Eventually, he forgot about being naked. He was too busy with his work. 

She only let him out of her sight when Alexa called him into her office. He was eager to find a more private place for his nakedness. 

"I should tell you," she began. "They want your nakedness to be a permanent thing. Cass is getting a lot of support for a requirement that any men working here surrender their clothes at the front desk. And this would be a requirement every day. I can tell you that there are definitely enough voted to pass it easy. I've been besieged with emails from the women here, all asking that you're naked everyday. Granted, they're all having some fun with it today, and having some laughs, and there's nothing wrong with that. They enjoy checking you out and girls will be girls after all. But it's another decision that becomes law around here. But I have an alternative." 

How was it possible to get worse? And all just to keep a job. 

"I propose that you volunteer your nudity, in the interest of morale and because you see your errors, admitting to what Cass accused you of, to being a bit contemptuous but acknowledging you need to work on it and to make good. It'll generate lots of good will, and nudity won't be a permanent thing. We can keep things flexible, which I prefer. granted, you'll be working naked for the foreseeable future. I don't see a way around that. But my way, you can earn your clothes back, you might say, and your dignity. So they can have their fun at your expense but there's hope for change. How does that sound?" 

"I don't want to be naked," he answered. 'It's degrading." 

"No one asked you to stay here, but if you're staying here, you've got to understand you're part of a larger team and we need to acknowledge the needs and concerns of that team. It's about what's best for the group, and what perks up morale. And I have to say, having you naked has been great for morale and productivity. I've been impressed with how it's worked out, you helping out with more menial tasks while the others get more done. So personally I'd like to keep it this way because it's good for business. They're having fun, the company benefits. But I'd rather make those decisions than Cass and the others. But for the time being, let's continue to boost productivity. You come in, surrender your clothes to the girls up front and ask them what they want you to do. And I think this could be a great week, undoing any slowdowns you caused because of any incompetence or stupidity. They have some laughs. You make good. And I get an efficient business. Everyone wins." 

"This isn't a win." 

"Oh, Kyle, help me help you. This will be so much easier if you listen. It's all you had to do from the start. But you're making it tough for yourself. So, you made some mistakes and you got stripped of your clothes. Well, do something with it. Show them how good you can be at your new tasks. But they're easy tasks, so don't mess them up because then we'll never see you as someone competent enough to help with the accounts. Though personally, I prefer you doing the menial jobs and I know I speak for all the assistants who've been so pleased with the help and have had lots of fun bossing you around a bit. Finally, it's their turn, you know? so I understand. But is it really so bad they get to have some fun with this? How many times do you think they get to boss a naked guy around an office? These opportunities are rare and they're going to make full use of it. And why not? I would. And considering your mistakes, you can't begrudge the others women some laughs. But it's all in good fun and we've kept a pretty positive atmosphere. This will help keep the atmosphere jovial and light-hearted." 

All in good fun. There was nothing good about this kind of fun. It was degrading and painful, and he hated himself for choosing job over dignity. 

"So let me know you're in and I'll everyone know that you've volunteered your nudity for the good of the company and for your own self-improvement. There'll be no vote because you're already naked and agree to remain so until you can prove more beneficial. No permanent policy and eventually you'll be wearing clothes again. But they're going to have some fun at your expense for a while, but be a good sport, don't make mistakes and all will work itself out." 

"I don't know." 

"They want a vote. What's the alternative?" 

"Fine," he answered, feeling defeated. 

"Good decision. So remember, this was your call to make. You requested this, not me. Remember to surrender all your clothes at the front and let them know you're present and ready to get to work. Alright? And remember, you're still getting executive pay while doing the grunt work, so that's a great deal. Keep up the good work, Kyle." 

Kyle nodded. He wanted to break down and tell her how this felt for him, but Alexa had already busied herself with something on the computer. He'd been dismissed and he walked out, returning to Cass' filing project. he stayed late, getting everything perfect because she wouldn't give him his clothes back otherwise. Only once he was fully dressed, driving away in his car did he feel like a human again. He didn't know whether to return to work, but the pay was so good and he didn't have to work all that hard making copies and delivering coffee. could he ever get used to the constant humiliation? 

The next morning, he showed up to work. A few of the assistants were sitting up front, gazing at him as if they knew what he was expected to do. They smiled when he began unbuttoning his shirt. Pulling down his shorts, he bundled his clothes and handed them to the girls who, once again, were all giggles and smirks.