He began to strip

"This is all your fault," Neil whispered petulantly at Mary as he removed his lab coat. Unlike her, he didn't bother to neatly fold it, just yanked his arms out awkwardly and threw it down in front of him. He let out a heavy sigh.

"Continue," ordered Cleopatra. "When you have removed your upper garments, Mary can begin to remove her lower ones. I think we both want to see that, don't we?" She smiled, a crocodile smile, all gleaming teeth and menace. Queen of the Nile indeed, thought Mary.

Neil removed his short-sleeved button-down plaid shirt and his white t-shirt, tossing them down as carelessly as he had his coat. His thin torso was smooth and hairless, his thin arms visibly unmuscled.

"Why, you have a body like a girl child," exclaimed Cleopatra, and Mary received a glare from Neil when she tittered audibly.

The queen admired their naked upper bodies, lavishing a larger smile upon Mary's. Despite her humiliation at the situation unfolding, the pretty scientist couldn't help feeling a little proud.

A knowing look from Cleopatra was all that Mary needed to know that she was to continue. She knelt down to unlace her sensible black oxfords, taking her time to remove them and the bright yellow and red polka dotted socks she wore. Drawing in a loud breath, she began to unbutton her trousers. Neil stared at her crotch shamelessly. The queen mused aloud, "Such ridiculous clothing you future people wear!"

Tugging her sensible gray slacks down, Mary blushed her deepest shade of red as she revealed lacy hot pink panties. In the back they hugged her small, round bottom perfectly and in the front they hinted tantalizingly at the treasures within. Neil's eyes bulged in their sockets and he crossed his hands in front of him to hide some other bulging. He couldn't believe how sexy she looked, standing there in just those naughty panties. How have I not known she was such a hottie?

Cleopatra was also taking note of Mary's underwear. "That is a most inviting loincloth," she said. "You may leave it on for the moment while Neil removes...whatever that is." She pointed at his cargo shorts with a visible look of disgust.

Neil, uncharacteristically, ignored this slight, crouching down as Mary had done to remove his Birkenstocks and woolly socks. The bulging in his pants was still prominent, and stepping out of his shorts he kept his hands clasped in front of his white briefs.

"Remove your hands," instructed Cleopatra, sharply.

A look of profound discomfort on his face, he brought his arms to his sides. The tenting in his briefs was unmissable.

The queen fought back a snicker. "It seems you have something going on in those...those..."

"They're called tighty-whities, your majesty," Mary piped up helpfully.

"Are they indeed? An apt name, to be sure. Perhaps, Neil, you should reveal what lurks beneath those tighty-whities, hmm?"

"M...must I, your highness?"

"Oh, you must. Yes, you must!" Her dark eyes twinkled in evident glee. Clearly, the queen was no longer bored.

"All your fault," he hissed at Mary, who gave a little shrug in return. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband, he yanked his underwear down and tried to step out of them, almost tripping in the process, leading to a strange little hopping dance that gave Cleopatra, Mary, and the two female slaves (who had continued to fan their queen) an amusing view of his rigid erection and his skinny bottom.