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 It was funny, Joe thought, back at work, in the office, his relationship
with Molly was exactly that which one would expect from a boss and
secretary.  Joe gave the orders, Molly did the work.  It was only when they
were away that the dynamic between them changed.  It worked that way
because Molly wanted it that way.  She didn't want to mix business with
pleasure.

   There was to be a big convention of the company to be held at the Paris
office to discuss Quality Management, Joe's area of responsibility.  Molly
knew now that she hardly had to ask to go, Joe knew his fate if he failed
to take her, but she was after a little bit more this time.  She wanted the
other secretaries to go; they were to play a part in the next little tease
she had planned.

   Joe was having none of it though.  He was resigned to the fact that
Molly would go and would have another tease for him when he got there, but
he was terrified of what might happen if the other girls went too.

   There was conflict also for Molly.  She was desperate to tell her
friends about Joe and the pictures and how she'd made him strip naked for
her.  But the threat of telling people was the hold that she had over Joe
and once the facts became public knowledge, her hold would be lost.  So she
had hit upon a little plan, the first part of which was to let her friends
just a little bit into the secret.  So she told them that she had found out
that Joe had modelled nude for a French girl photographer, and that she had
seen some of the pictures.  She didn't let on that she had the pictures,
that would be spoiling the fun too soon, and she had a special plan for a
very special tease if only she could get the girls to the Paris conference.


   So she prepared a very special photomontage.  She took the picture of
Joe taken on all fours from the side and transposed it onto a picture of
her leading a dog on a lead down the High Street.  Joe was transposed on
top of the image of the dog.  The collar was manipulated so that it
appeared to go round Joe's neck.  The result was perfect.  Molly looked as
if she was pulling Joe naked on all fours down the High Street on the end
of a dog lead.  The speech bubble said, "Bad dog!" The implication was
obvious: Molly was the master and Joe was to be a good boy and obey his
master.
He stared open mouthed at the picture when it arrived.  He was going to
have to do as she said!  He quickly e-mailed around saying it was
imperative that the three secretaries mentioned by Molly attended the
conference.  She sent him back an e-mail.  She still had him on the dog

lead, but she was towselling his hair and saying "Good Dog"

   Molly felt the need to soften Joe up at dinner on the night she was to
put her plan into action.  She got him to eat with herself and the three
girls.

   "I hear you get up to some interesting things in Paris", said Stephanie

   "They've been seeing a lot of you here, I believe", said Rachel

   "Molly tells me you like to show people things", said Deborah

   Joe looked at their quizzical faces and their complicit smiles.  Did
they know something?  Had Molly let something slip?  Had she shown them the
pictures?  His mind was a turmoil.  He couldn't decide if they were saying
these things to tease him, or just making general conversation.

   He couldn't get out of his mind that he was dining with three girls, all
of whom might have seen pictures of him naked.  They would know what his
penis looked like.  They would be imagining him now with no clothes on.

   Molly dropped her knife on the floor.

   "Pick it up for me Toto", she said, and Joe found himself down on the
floor picking up the knife.

   "Toto?" asked Steph

   "My pet name", said Molly, "my Toto does whatever I tell him.  He's a
good boy", said Molly"

   "Go and fetch my mobile Toto", she said, "it's in my coat pocket"

   And then "phone for a taxi for us Toto", and "pay the bill for us Toto",
and "fetch our coats Toto", and so Joe was humiliated in front of the
girls. Running and fetching at Molly's command just like her pet dog.  And
there was nothing he could do about it.  He was so terrified she would say
something.

   By the end of the meal he was shaking.  He set off back to his room.

   "Where are you going", demanded Molly

   "I'm going to have a bath, and I'm going to bed", he said rebelliously

   "Then I'll come and scrub your back", said Molly in a determined voice.

   "No you won't", said Joe.  He'd had enough for one night.

   Molly looked at his retreating figure.  He'd been a bad dog.  There
would be a penance to pay for that.  She had her plan ready.

   It was ridiculously easy to get the key to his room.  She just went to
reception, said she was from room 423 and that she'd locked herself out. 
The receptionist asked to confirm name and address, which she knew, and she
got the key.

   She opened the door to Joe's room quietly and tiptoed in.  The bathroom
light was on and she crept past and put her laptop down on the table, where
he would see it when he came out.  And beside it she put the two hotel room
door key cards.

   She went into the bathroom.  Joe heard the noise, looked round in alarm
and then nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw her.

   "How did you get in?" he gasped.

   "Easy", said Molly, "when your know how"

   Joe felt his resistance crumble.  He was never safe.  She could get him
anywhere.

   "I've come to bath my little Toto", said Molly, and she picked up the
soap and started soaping his back.  She soaped him all over, and then
splashed water over him until it was all washed off.  When he got out the
bath he made to pick up the towel, but Molly picked it up and started
towelling him dry, and then kept the towel so that he had to come out into
the bedroom naked.  He immediately saw the laptop with the two key cards on
the table.

   "What's on there!" he asked with a sinking heart.

   "Well", she said as if explaining to a five year old, "what you see on
the screen is an e-mail which you can see is addressed to all my friends,
and it has a little picture as an attachment."

   Joe saw with horror that the attachment was called `Joe_nude.jpg'.

   "How good of the hotel to have a wi-fi service so I can send it straight
from here if I want to", said Molly, "if I want to".

   "Which picture is it", gasped Joe

   "Oh it's a good one.  A very good one.  But you've been a bad boy so I'm
not going to let you see which"

   "Are you going to send it?"

   "Well that depends rather on you, and on chance"

   "On chance?" queried Joe.

   Molly liked the idea of Joe's fate depending on chance.  It added an
extra spice to the game.  Also if she just told him what he had to do, he
probably wouldn't do it.  But if it gave him the chance of stopping the
e-mail without having to do anything difficult, then he would grab it even
though losing would leave him to his fate

   Molly outlined her plan.

   "The e-mail id set up so that it goes fifteen minutes after I press this
button.  So once I press the button you have fifteen minutes to put the
password in and stop it"

   "How do I get the password" said Joe, remembering his previous
unsuccessful attempt.

   "You have to play the game", said Molly, "there are two room key cards
here.  One is the one I just persuaded reception to give me and opens your
door.  The other is from our last stay here and opens nothing.  All you
have to do is pick the right one"

   "The right one?"

   "Yes", said Molly, "you're going to pick one of these cards, go out
through the door, and shut it behind you.  If you have the right card,
you'll get back in and I give you the password.  If you don't pick the
right one you will have to go down to the front desk stark naked and ask
them to give you a new one.  If you can get back and get in with the new
card before the e-mail has gone then I'll stop it.  What fun!  Don't you
think?  Do you feel lucky?  Can you pick the right one?  And she pressed
the button to start the time ticking down on the e-mail"

   Joe gasped.  What was he going to do?  The clock was ticking.  If he
picked the correct card he would stop it.

   "Do you know which one it is?" he asked

   "Of course", said Molly, "and I've given you a good chance because I've
told you already.  But it's up to you to pick it"

   Joe's heart was pounding.  He stared at the time ticking down.  He knew
he was going to have to do it.  With a trembling hand he picked up a card,
ran over to the door, opened it and stepped out, naked, into the deserted
corridor.

   Molly closed the door firmly behind him and shook her head, then smiled
and tried to suppress her laughter as she heard Joe vainly trying the card
in the door.  She'd kept telling him to pick the right one, and he'd picked
the left.

   Joe kept on trying the key long after he knew it was useless.  Then he
stood outside the door almost in tears with frustration.  He was going to
have to go down to reception stark naked.  He was going to have to stand in
front of somebody naked and beg them to give them a key.  No doubt they'd
ask embarrassing questions of how he came to be locked out of his room with
no clothes on.  He couldn't bear it.  But he was going to have to, and he
was going to have to move quickly.  He'd wasted enough time already.  He
ran to the end of the corridor.  Thank God there was no-one about, He ran
down the stairs until he got to the bottom, then he peered round the corner
into reception.  There was no one on the desk.  He crept out into the
lobby. The desk was next to the front door with its large plate glass
window and it was opposite the lift.  The lobby was deserted.  He crept up
to the desk looking furtively round him, expecting somebody to come in
through the door or emerge from the lift at any time.  He was trembling
with fear and embarrassment.  He pressed the button on the desk and the
night receptionist came out.  He was a young, rather efficient looking man.
He hardly even made a double take as he saw Joe standing stark naked in
front of him.

   "Can I help you Sir?"

   His voice quaking with fear Joe said he's locked himself out of his
room, and could he have another key.  The receptionist went through the
rigmarole of asking his name and address and then said.

   "Please wait here Sir", as he went into the back room to make a new key
card.  He seemed to take ages and all Joe could do was stand there
petrified that somebody would come in.

   Back in the room Molly put down the phone.  She'd just confirmed with
the girls that the plan had worked.

   Minutes ticked by and still the man did not appear with the card, but no
one came and Joe suddenly felt that if only he came back soon he was going
to stand a chance of getting back.  Then his heart leapt and his mouth went
dry.  He had noticed something.  The little indicator above the lift which
indicated which floor it was on had started changing, from five, to four,
to three.  Somebody was coming down in the lift.  They could only be coming
to the ground floor.  If he didn't run they were going to catch him.  But
he didn't dare run; he had to get the key as soon as it became available.
He cold only stand and wait and if the lift arrived before the key he would
be caught.  He breathed a sigh of relief as it stopped for a couple of
minutes on the second floor.  But still the key didn't come.  Then it
started again and he realised that he was trapped.  He was gong to be
caught and he'd just have to accept his fate.  He stared at the lift door
as it stopped ad the door slowly opened and out stepped Stephanie, Rachel,
and Deborah.  Joe stood rooted to the spot.  The three secretaries form the
office had caught him standing stripped stark naked in the hotel lobby.  He
saw their eyes take in his nude body, saw them glance inevitably at his
private parts and there was nothing he could do about it.

   "What are you dong here in the nude", gasped Stephanie.  Joe had to make
up a story.  He couldn't tell them about the e-mail.  He had no idea they
new all about the plan already and had been tipped off by Molly to go down
to reception.

   He made up some story about accidently going out of his room naked and
getting locked out.  The girls collapsed with laughter.  Well they would.
Joe was mortified, but he couldn't do anything, he just had to wait for the
key.  The man came back with it and Joe grabbed it.

   The girls watched with amusement at his bare behind as he ran hell for
leather for the stairs and collapsed with laughter again.  Molly had
boasted she could deliver Joe to them stark naked and she had been as good
as her word.

   Joe arrived back at the room panting.  He made it two minutes to go.  He
put the key in the door and breathed a sigh of relief as it opened.

   He went in through the door.

   "Can I have the password", he gasped

   "Have you been a good boy, Toto", said Molly

   "Yes", said Joe, and he noted with a sinking feeling that she had the
lead and collar from the picture in her hand.

   "Down boy", she said, "and I'll take you over to the computer and stop
the e-mail"

   Joe went down on his hands and knees.  What else could he do?  Molly put
the collar round his neck and led him on all fours, like in the picture,
across the room.

   "The password", gasped Joe

   Molly burst out laughing, "there is no password", she said, "there's no
way I no of delaying sending an e-mail.  Anyway, look at the attachment",
and she clicked the mouse.  A picture of the Eiffel Tower appeared on the
screen.

   Joe was overcome with a mixture of relief and shame.  How had he been so
stupid?  He flushed bright red, suddenly realising that he was Molly's pet
now, on a lead, naked and under her power.

   "Good boy, Toto", she said, "and towselled his hair"