Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2024 06:42:33 -0800
From: gayD <gaydic@gmail.com>
Subject: The Naked Interview, Chapter 1

Hi, my dear erotic story readers

Thank you for ALL of your positive comments! This is crazy wild. You see, a
poor but sexy college Londoner goes to an interview to apply for a parttime
job at a men's department store to sell men's cologne counter. Being in
college, it's all the job he wanted.

However, somehow, he is ushered into the wrong room where the board of
directors for Elite Cologne is conducting interviews to hire a celebrity as
their international spokesman. The problem is, the qualifications are
embarrassing different! He is so confused, embarrassed and humiliated.

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The Naked Interview
Part 1 of 2

What a crazy misunderstanding! Handsome and sexy David Stone went into a
meeting for a job interview for a simple part-time sales clerk job and was
stripped naked. That's insane! He didn't go in there and just took his
pants off. In fact, he was pretty embarrassed to find himself in this
situation at all, the center of attention of these important
businessmen. But at some point, he found himself displaying his dick,
balls, and ass to these wealthy guys - it was all so overwhelming.

But let me explain just how this happened. David Stone wished to apply for
a job as an entry-level salesman for Elite Male Skin Products, based in his
hometown in England. Elite is an international chain he was familiar
with. He had tried their products a few times but ultimately found them too
expensive for his wallet. Normally, one would simply apply at any of the
local retail outlets. But he lived near their headquarters and thought it
would be a kick to go there directly to fill out all the forms. He was 20,
blonde, had a strong build, and was taking a break from college. In short,
the perfect image of a hard-working young man.

It was a Friday afternoon when he walked into the tall office building,
read the directory, and then rode the elevator to the tenth floor where
their offices were located, but, to his surprise, the reception desk was
empty. He guessed some employees got off early on Fridays. He then noticed
a young man coming down the hallway toward him. So, David asked him where
one might get a job application. The fellow didn't seem to know much but
said he'd check in Administration and find out. Meanwhile, David waited,
looking out the window and down onto the street.

All at once, he was startled and a bit surprised by a well-dressed Latino
man with a neatly trimmed beard, wearing a beige coat and a pink shirt, who
came hurriedly out to greet him. "Hi! You're a little late, but that's
OK. There's still a boardroom full of Directors here to conduct the
interview, but we must hurry as we'd like to decide this afternoon."
Grabbing David's arm, the man ushered him along quickly.

Inviting David into the boardroom meeting was a big mix-up. The Board was
staying late that day because it was holding final interviews to decide
which actor-model candidate they would choose to be featured in their TV
commercials. Mr. Crasser, the one pulling David along, had mistakenly
assumed that David was applying to be interviewed as a TV model -- to be
their Elite image of a sexy man.

One would assume that David would be delighted to be considered for a TV
commercial instead of the counter position as a part-time cologne salesman
he was applying for. But at that point, he had simply allowed himself to be
guided into the boardroom without asking any questions. He did, however,
think it odd to have a first interview, or any interview at all, for a
lowly sales clerk job conducted by the Board of Directors of the
corporation, and, when he thought about it, he hadn't even completed the
fucking application!

The Board for the Elite brand men's skin products was terribly excited
about their new ad campaign and slogan: "Wear Elite, and nothing else
matters." The mock-up of the first TV ad for international release was
already approved. The opening scene: It's an elegant evening party in full
swing, with everyone dressed in tuxedoes or gorgeous gowns. An opera
singer, accompanied by a string quartet, was performing in the
background. The camera pans around and shows all the fashionably dressed
men and women and the opulent furnishings, crystal lighting fixtures, and
silver candelabras placed here and there. Everyone had a glass of champagne
and a brilliant smile.

Then, casually walking into the scene is the star Elite image icon,
completely naked - not even wearing shoes -- immediately attracting the
attention of all the glamorously dressed men and women. (The Elite
Corporation is a cutting-edge company that recognizes gay relationships as
a natural extension of its marketing strategy.) These ritzy guests
immediately surrender to the allure of the well-tone hunk with blue eyes
and impeccably styled hair as if he is a glamour magnet. He does not
gesture to cover his full-length, semi-erect dick but rather stops and
stands tall unabashedly. The evening hostess, a charming woman in a baby
blue silk gown wearing ruby stone jewelry, says, "I have never experienced
such a wonderfully exotic scent." And then, a man standing next to her
says, "Your scent is everything I want in a man." The scene closes with the
company's motto on a black screen: "Wear Elite, and nothing else matters."

"Hello, Sir, I'm David Stone, but perhaps I should come back another day?"
he tried to explain to his `guide,' worried that he was upsetting
everyone's schedule as he was ushered further down a second corridor. "I
don't even have my forms, so ... so ... perhaps I could just apply at one
of the ..." he uttered as they arrived at a door with a sign stating
"BOARDROOM."

"Mr. Stone, I'm Mr. Crasser. I know this seems unusual, but we want to fill
this position today. We have deadlines, and we've been stalled all day. We
can't agree on a candidate, and we've been interviewing all day. If you'd
just be patient and bear with us, we promise not to keep you very
long. Just let me do the talking and try to avoid asking questions - we
already know you want the job." And with that, Mr. Crasser pushed the doors
open and guided David in.

"Gentlemen, this is David - a bit late, but let's just complete this last
candidate interview and make our decision, shall we? We were critical of
the others for being too muscular or skinny, and David may be exactly what
we're looking for."

David was shocked at the size of the room, the huge wooden conference
table, and the fact that eight important-looking men who seemed interested
in him were sitting around it. "God! I'm just applying for part-time work
at a cologne counter...do I really need to face all of this?" he thought to
himself but said nothing.

There was no real formality here. The Board members just spoke their minds,
asked specific questions, and scribbled down notes. A few just sat back,
sipped water, and observed.

"David," Mr. Greenly asked, "are you familiar with our products?" David
responded affirmatively. "Good! You're the first one to say that. How do
you wear it? Only on your face or all over your body?"

"I use it on my face and chest, but I don't use it often because ... well
... ah ... it's a bit expensive for me. I got it as a gift and ..."

"And your groin?"

David blushed.

"I said, have you also used Elite on your testicles and penis?"

Wow, he thought, what a weird question! Seeing that he couldn't avoid
answering it. He shook his head no and added, "But I could wear it to work
at the store and ..."

Mr. Greenly was finished for the moment, but then Mr. Cornish spoke up, "By
the way, Mr. Stone, thank you for coming in today, and I'm sorry that our
questions are so blunt, but so far, we haven't seen the type of candidate
we want," he said by way of explaining as well as apologizing for their
seemingly harsh approach to questioning him. "Now, about your comfort level
with men and women. Have you ever done any naked activities with either?
Activities such as camping, swimming, or hiking? Anything at all in the
nude with others?"

"Well, Sir, I swam nude once. As for the other things you asked, ah... no,
Sir."

"Tell us, David, the circumstances of swimming nude and how you felt about
that. Was it at a public or private event?" Mr. Cornish stared at David,
waiting for his response.

"I was at a college swim meet, competing in diving. I was required to do
two dives in succession. As I climbed up to the diving board, I snagged my
speedos on the head of a screw stuck out from a handrail that ripped my
suit off. Since judges won't give you any time to change, or at least I
thought I had no chance of doing that, it was either dive naked or accept a
penalty fault for my team. So, I just dove naked. I got out of the pool
naked and immediately went back to the diving board again. I stood there,
as all divers do, with my hands at my sides, totally naked, as I mentally
prepared for the next dive. I used good form, as always, and dove naked
again. I was embarrassed, but my team and school thought I showed a lot of
courage and team spirit." David reflected briefly on that moment with
pride, and he smiled.

"And did you have an erection in front of all those people?"

"Sorry, Sir, I don't know. I was honestly too nervous to think about it."

"Well, are you nervous now? Thinking about it? Talking about it with us and
how everyone saw you naked on the diving board and around the pool?"
Mr. Cornish asked.

"I ... I ... ah ..." David was at a loss for words. Fuck! He was applying
for a part-time job at a cosmetic counter, and they asked him about his
boner? "A ... maybe I should look for a different job. Maybe this isn't
..."

"Nonsense, lad. Take down your pants and underwear, and let us have a
look."

Well, David wasn't going to do that. No, this wasn't right, and it made no
sense - absolutely not! But as he was thinking those thoughts, he
mechanically unbuckled his pants anyway, lowering them along with his
briefs. He thought this was too ridiculous to do, and showing his dick was
absolutely acceptable. No. He wouldn't. But... all the while mentally
unaware that he was already doing it.

"That's fine. You can pull your pants back up now." Mr. Cornish said, "I
think you are fine - we just don't want our TV model having wild erections
at work."

And once again, acting robotically, David pulled up his briefs and pants
and continued the interview. He never picked up on having been called a `TV
model.'

After having exposed himself, David suddenly realized what he had just
done. His face turned beet red, and he was utterly embarrassed. But, on the
other hand, he was glad he had gotten that... that ... `display' over with
and could now get back to more relevant questions about how well he'd treat
customers at a cosmetics counter. Yes. He felt so relieved!

Then Mr. Crasser spoke up. "OK, David. Now go ahead and take off your
jacket. It's warm in here, isn't it?" David proceeded to do so,
appreciating that the Board member was being thoughtful. "We need to see
your physique, so please remove your shirt too." Then, after a pause, he
added, "And your undershirt."

Now they want to see his upper body, too? He guessed it was because their
counter staff must meet some high standards in building and overall healthy
tone. Yes, he thought, they want to know if he'd project the glowing image
of a user of their products. Of course, he thought -- yes, this all makes
sense. They want healthy-looking people to sell their products! David
figured that they wanted every male employee to have an athletic body so
that customers would make the mental connection between male virility and
the line of skin care products they sell.

So, he was OK with stripping to the waist. He wondered where to place his
clothes and set them on the conference table before him. The fellow on his
left moved them out of the way. Oddly, that individual stood up, took his
jacket and shirts into another room, and returned empty-handed. Still,
David didn't overthink it.

"Gentlemen," Dr. Striker spoke up, "He certainly is better built than the
earlier applicants, except for that Joseph fellow who maybe had a more
toned chest. But then again, Joseph's feet were too... too ... well,
unattractive." After a pause, "Mr. Stone, please remove your shoes and
socks, and let us please examine your feet."

David hesitated and said, "But, Sir, I... my feet? I ... what? I just want
the job as..."

"Please, Mr. Stone, we only have a limited amount of time. If you don't
mind."

So David bent over, removed his shoes and socks, and held them in his
hand. He started to ask if he should leave them on the floor, but a hand
reached out and took them. His stripped-off footwear left the room while
David looked down at his bare feet. A voice told him to get up on the
conference table and walk around for all to take a look.

"Dr. Striker, this is not going to work. His pants are too long," another
Board member complained. "This is ridiculous. David, let's just cut to the
quick. Please, just get down from there and remove all your clothes so we
can see your entire body."

"Is... is... that really necessary?" David asked with a mild stutter as he
climbed down from the table. "I... I... don't even have my application
completed ... And, ah ... I don't even know the hours. What if... if... my
suit gets wrinkled and... and... I can be your best employee! Really, I can
sell your... I can... I mean... I think I fit the bill perfectly. If you
are looking for a... a... I mean ... someone ... physically fit
... or... who..." David mumbled to the board members and rambled on, trying
to give them time to say, "Stop, we've seen enough," but no one said
anything.

David put his hand on his belt, but they just stayed there. However, some
helping hands came from behind him and began unbuckling his belt. He
wondered if these were the same tan-skinned, youthful hands that had taken
his shoes and other clothes earlier. It was funny how the hands came around
each hip and unfastened the belt, almost like a bear hug from
behind. Dumbly, David watched the hands pull the belt free from the pants
loops, which seemed unnecessary. Oddly, David never turned around to see
whose hands were taking charge of this stripping procedure. In some kind of
a daze, David just stood and allowed himself to be stripped naked. After
all, he wasn't going to do it.

Then, the hands unbuttoned the top button and pulled the zipper down. Then
tugged the tight pants down, a little at a time, the right side, then the
left side. Back and forth down his hips and firm muscled thighs until they
dropped to the floor and puddled around his bare feet. He was in his
underwear. If he was to be naked, why didn't the hands remove his underwear
at the same time? Was this young man with his hands teasing him?

"Ah, sirs, I don't think... I mean..." But the hand continued their
task. Suddenly, the hands were back at his waist, fingering the waistband
of his underwear. Not pulling it down yet, but feeling it all around, as if
to play with the elastic band. Then, slowly, very slowly, the hand slipped
his jockeys down, over his thighs, down his legs, down to his bare feet,
where they joined his pants. All eyes were on David's dick, not fully
erect, just nicely plump and hanging down, happy. David mumbled softly to
himself, "It's just that you've already seen me and... well, all these
questions... I know you want a well-built... but do we have to... I mean,
I... have to...?" all the while thinking to himself, "Oh, God, can't they
say something? Something like, OK, Mr. Stone, that's fine. Just have a
seat." But no one halted my stripping. "Fuck, how much time do I have to
just stand here, naked? I just want to be a fucking sales clerk. I... I
have been stripped naked? To sell cologne?" David had many questions he
couldn't articulate well or even ask out loud.

It was fascinating to watch David's nervousness and his delay tactics as
the Board members remained absolutely quiet, staring at him as he went
through his stripping maneuvers. They patiently waited, and no one paid any
attention to his gibberish. "I really don't mind obeying your policies
and... but... my girlfriend... if I had one, I mean... she wouldn't care
... It's just a job... so ... yes... I hope I have undressed all of your
questions and... I mean... I don't know..." He did not notice his feet
being raised one at a time and his underwear and pants removed to join his
other clothes, wherever they were.

He was now standing there completely naked in front of all those men in
expensive three-piece suits, his would-be bosses. Unaware of where his
clothes went, David asked, "So, are we finished? I mean... I mean, I hope I
have stripped away your concerns and... undressed your requirements and
stuff..." David was utterly embarrassed and more than a little freaked
out. "I... I... told you the naked truth. Can ... can I do anything more,
Sirs?"

"Now, Gentlemen, if we can get back to the applicant and wind this up,"
said Mr. Crasser. "Those who were critical of the other candidates'
physiques and attributes, please come up here. Walk around David and
examine him in detail. I don't want any second thoughts, so please be
thorough. Let's get whatever info we need to rule him in or out right now."

Mr. Crasser, seated, looked up at the naked, blonde boy and asked, "David,
where are the forms you were to bring with you today?"

"But, Sir, don't you remember that I told you at the reception desk that no
one had given me any forms?"

"OK, David, we can complete some things now, then the rest can be done
later if we select you." David suddenly felt even more uncomfortable as he
was now being encircled by various board members, some of whom were
touching him as if they were inspecting a champion thoroughbred. They
pinched his skin here and there, squeezed his tits, and even estimated the
weight of his balls in the palm of their hands.

Thinking he was being interviewed for a part-time counter sales job, David
was at a loss as to why all these high-powered, business-suited men needed
him to strip naked and be examined in detail. I mean, he was expecting a
job that would pay him only 200 pounds a week (less than $300 US dollars by
2018 exchange rates). He was confused, but he just went along with it,
hoping it would all eventually make sense.

The Board members, for their part, needed to be very picky about the build
of the man they would ultimately choose as he would be their company's
international image, hopefully, for the coming few years. They wanted to
know his chest size, what his bare feet looked like, his body hair type,
everything. All this fuss over a man they never realized was there by
mistake!

"Gentlemen, documenting his measurements is critical, so let's do that
while we ask our questions. I know it's usually done beforehand, but this
is crunch time, so let's just get it done now." Mr. Crasser pushed the
intercom and asked Ramiro to come in and bring a cloth measuring tape and
measurement forms.

"Up to now, David, I'm sure you have found this interview to be quite
routine," pointed out Mr. Boswell.

This caused David to want to say, "Routine? A fully naked interview just to
hire a stupid counter clerk? God, what do you put janitors and secretaries
through when you want to hire them?" but still never picked up on the fact
that he was in the wrong interview.

Mr. Boswell continued, "However, I must ask you some personal questions. Do
you get embarrassed easily?" David asked what he meant.

"Well, let's say you're at a party with a lot of well-dressed men and
women, and you are the only naked person there. Say, for example, you were
the naked bartender. Would you feel OK or not?" David started to answer,
but then another question came, "What I mean is, just because you are naked
with other people, would you get an erection?" David was trying to figure
out how to answer.

"Mr. Boswell," interrupted Mr. Crasser, "David's naked with other people
right now, and he's not erect, so I think we are fine on that issue. But,
Mr. Boswell, you do raise another point of concern. Would David ever be
shriveled up due to nervousness? We can't have that. Or would his penis be
relaxed and somewhat more filled out than it is now? Well, we should see."

Once again, Mr. Crasser looked up at the towering, naked young man and,
without asking permission, pulled on David's dick gently. David started to
back away. "David, don't be alarmed! We need to know if your penis
naturally gets longer and fuller when you aren't nervous."

Just then, Ramiro walked in carrying a measuring tape and a clipboard with
papers on it. He was an intern, still in high school, very slender and
short (maybe only five feet tall), and spoke with a ghetto style of speech.

Ramiro knelt in order to measure David's bare right foot. He first tapped
it to get David's attention to lift it as Ramiro guided it away from his
other foot, spreading David's legs wider apart. It felt as odd to David as
it would to anyone, but he was trying to pay attention to the
questioning. He could feel Ramiro circling his ankle with the cloth tape
and then touching his long toes, but David tried to ignore the tickling
sensations.

The weirdest part of all of this was that David was completely naked and
standing with his thighs almost touching the conference table, so given
that, how did Ramiro position himself? The slight-built man was under the
table on his knees. In front of David, facing his body. Apparently, Ramiro
wanted David's feet to be further apart so he could place his own knees
between David's bare feet. Something about having Ramiro between his feet
made David feel even more helpless. For one thing, due to Ramiro's
position, David could no longer place his feet together for proper balance
or to protect his private parts. Another thing to mention was that when
Ramiro was under the table like that, he was blocked from being viewed by
the Board members on either side of him.

In the meantime, the Board members continued to ask their questions. One
asked him if he was gay, bi, or straight, to which he responded,
"Straight." Another asked if he ever shaved his body hair or if he would if
hired. David tried to focus on the questions, but it was challenging to
ignore Ramiro down at his feet, touching each of his toes. Ramiro's knees
spread a little more, pushing David's feet out a bit further. This also
caused David to feel a constant, though slight, pressure on the inside of
his ankles. He tried harder to concentrate only on the various
questions. He could simultaneously feel Ramiro lifting his toes and even
separating them, which made David need to stifle a chuckle due to his being
ticklish. In truth, Ramiro was getting a head trip out of his ability to
maneuver David at will. David didn't want the Board members to catch him
giggling - he wanted to come across as a serious candidate -- so he tried
to pretend Ramiro wasn't even there, but that made it difficult to focus on
hearing the questions.

"Again, I asked if you'd have an issue kissing women and men, you know, as
a greeting during your work?" David replied that he'd be OK with that.

At first, David felt that many of these personal questions and his required
nudity weren't appropriate. After all, he was applying to be a fucking
part-time sales clerk! Man! It was a lousy $300-a-week job! How had he
ended up standing there bare-assed naked? It had just happened as he had
followed the questions and directions of the Board members. Paramount in
his mind was to impress the Board with his eagerness to be a good and
obedient employee, but somewhere during the process, he seemed to have
adopted a more submissive attitude that was entirely new for him.

David reasoned that if all these prominent people didn't see anything odd
or unusual about this interview. They had been doing this for many
years. It must be the way this sort of thing is done here. And, after all,
he was just a college jock on summer vacation.

With little Ramiro now fidgeting around David's naked legs, responding
quickly to the questions became difficult. "I said, Mr. Stone, do you have
a girlfriend, and, if so, would she mind you doing this type of work? We
need an honest answer. We certainly don't want to hire anyone and cause his
family issues."

"Well, Sir, I can tell you that, as of right now, I do not have a girl, but
if I did, I really couldn't imagine that..." But just as he tried to get
through his answer, little Ramiro's measuring tape and fingertips lightly
touched his right thigh, giving him goosebumps and sending a chill up his
spine. David suppressed a spontaneous chuckle because this wasn't funny,
and he was annoyed at himself and his inability to focus on the
questions. If he giggled, they'd think he wasn't serious.

"Go on, Mr. Stone. You were saying?"

"Yes, Sir, I understand the conditions of this job, and nothing about doing
it would in any way be a problem with my family."

Then, in a follow-up question, he was asked if he was currently having
sexual relations with anyone. Before he could answer, his body shook again
as Ramiro moved the cloth tape around his thigh, seemingly trying to find
the largest part of his right quad muscle. But that wasn't the most
unbearable erotic assault he felt because the top of Ramiro's head had
frizzy hair. Since little Ramiro was crouched down directly under David's
groin, the top of Ramiro's head acted like a feather duster, tickling
David's low-hanging balls. No one, and especially not David, picked up on
the fact that Ramiro was purposely looking for areas on David's body that
would produce erotic tickling sensations. No Board member had ever looked
down under the table to check on how Ramiro was coming along with his
measurements.  "Ah, yes, I'm sorry," David told them, "I'm just a little
nervous being undressed in front of such important people. But yes, I have
made it with a couple of girls, and, as I said, I can't see any girlfriend
of mine having any issues due to my working with such an esteemed company
as Elite. I have no conditions - I'll be all yours and highly focused, and
I'll be your top, best salesman ever."

"Excellent, Mr. Stone. Now, please elaborate on body shaving if you ever
get a rash. If you use our product exclusively or not," Mr. Littlefield
asked.

No one paid attention to the new intern as he tormented David while
ostensibly doing his job. Which was meant to be only taking boring body
measurements. Meanwhile, Ramiro worked his way up to measuring David's
inseam, lightly holding the end of the cloth tape to the crotch space
between where David's right testicle hung and his right thigh attached to
his trunk. Ramiro's fingertips tickle-touched David in that tiny, erotic
hollow, causing an electrifying tremble to travel up David's spine. All
David could do to avoid any overt reaction was stare stonily at the
questioner, tensing his body to try to keep it from showing any movement.

"I said, Mr. Stone, do you shave your body?"

"I... I... ah... yes, Sir. I do. As you can see, I don't have a lot of hair
down there. So if shaving is required, I can strip myself down quickly."

"Could you please be more specific about how and where you shave?"

"Well, down there, but not on my backside..." Then Mr. Littlefield pushed
again to know where down there was, and why not on his backside too?

"Oh, along my penis and down to the root of it and around that area, and
further down around my testicles and... and..." David felt terribly
embarrassed to be naked and talking about sex and girlfriends and body
shaving, especially in front of all those well-dressed men.

AND WORSE ... Ramiro began tickling each body part as David mentioned it in
his answer. When David said, "... along my penis..." Ramiro lightly raked
his fingernails up and down David's dick. And when David said, "... around
my testicles ..." Ramiro tickled all around his testicles, sending shivers
through David's body. David couldn't help but begin to get an erection, and
he was quite embarrassed about that.

The Directors couldn't see Ramiro crouched on the floor, hidden by the
table, and anyone who caught a glimpse of his mischievous activities would
only assume he was taking the required measurements. As the discussion
centered on David's physical attributes, several Board members rose and
went over to him and personally inspected his muscle tone by rubbing the
contours of his body. Ramiro quickly lowered his measuring tape from
David's groin, placing it around David's knee so he looked diligent in his
duties. Some Board members actually lifted David's balls to examine the
amount of pubic and groin hair, as well as to note the manly size of his
dick and balls.

"David, this may seem unusual, and sorry if it does, but we need you to lie
down on the conference table, on your back, with your legs hanging off the
edge." It was Mr. Burger's request. A few board members pushed the tabletop
items aside.

"Wow, what the fuck?" David thought, "But why not? They've already surveyed
my dick and balls." So David reclined on his back on the table as
directed. At the same time, Ramiro simply sat on the floor and waited for
his toy to return to a standing position. Then David was asked to raise his
knees to his chest and hold them there with both hands on his shins as
tightly as possible.

Without explaining anything to him, this was their way of inspecting
David's ass cheeks in order to see that they were muscular and that his
asshole was healthy, both of which were true on all counts. A few members
came over to rub and pat David's ass and one member bent over to get a
close-up look at his ass lips. "That's fine, David, just fine. Nice muscle
structure there, too," complimented Mr. Burger.

As Ramiro remained kneeling on the floor, he planned different ways of
erotically torturing David, all with the outward appearance of being very
professional in taking detailed measurements, of course. Finally, David was
allowed to stand again.

After David resumed standing, one of the Board members began to manipulate
his flaccid dick, indicating that the visual state of David's penis seemed
more concerned than the Board was outwardly admitting. They realized David
was nervous, but regardless, they needed to know that his dick was a normal
`man's size' when not erect. They weren't being overtly sexual or
lewd. They were just concerned. After all, he was to be nude in the
commercials and would become the youthful, virile image of an Elite man.

Erotic tingles began to spider through David's body, causing him to
twitch. With the Board members once again back in their seats, Ramiro was
again free to explore and play with this naked, hunky stud. David found
himself again standing next to the conference table as Ramiro knelt on the
floor before him. Mostly hidden under the table, supposedly to better
measure David's lower body but with the added benefit of never being too
noticeable. The tingles shuttering through David's naked body were caused
by Ramiro holding the eraser end of his pencil against David's ass lips and
lightly running it along the full length of his crack, up and down. He paid
particular attention to David's ass hole. Since David was facing the
Directors around the table, no one could see Ramiro's pencil at work.

David was now being asked about his nipples and whether they could be made
more prominent with a suction device or minor silicone injections. Ramiro,
meanwhile, was lightly tapping David's asshole with the eraser end of his
pencil, tapping out a beat. No one could see Ramiro's teasing antics as he
held the eraser tip right on the opening of the asshole and twisted it,
wondering if that would cause David's asshole to pulse open in
response. Ramiro counted on the fact that David couldn't say anything about
this playful, erotic teasing since it would make David seem uncooperative.

David's body shuttered again as Ramiro slowly inserted the eraser end of
the pencil - first only a little - then twisted and pushed it up into
David's asshole a good seven or eight inches, leaving only the lead tip
sticking out about a half-inch. Then Ramiro flicked the exposed end of the
pencil with his thumb and forefinger, repeatedly causing the buried eraser
end to vibrate and wiggle in David's ass and tickle his prostate. Ramiro
continued nonstop with his playfulness while trying to hush his soft
giggles, wanting to remain unnoticed. David heard the question for the
third time but was so distracted he couldn't form an answer.

Finally, David had enough of being Ramiro's toy. There he was, standing
with an erection caused by a pencil being jiggled up his asshole while a
mild erotic sensation flowed from the top of his head to the tip of his
toes, forcing his dick to stiffen even more. What the fuck? He'd had enough
of being made a fool of - that fucking faggot punk Ramiro was ruining his
chance of being hired, and that was just a waste of everyone's time. So
what if it was just a fucking cologne salesman's position? He wanted that
job! David tried to speak up, to call it quits, but suddenly his knees
buckled a bit in response to the erotic feeling in his asshole. Christ, all
he wanted right then was to get dressed and get out of
there... immediately!

"I'm so sorry, Sirs, but I can't... I... I have to tell you that ..." David
was about to point out that he was being secretly teased and tickled during
the interview by Ramiro and that the measuring process was too distracting
for him to concentrate and continue, but Dr. Striker interrupted by jumping
up and saying, in a loud voice, "Gentlemen, look! David's penis has grown
to a nice full, plump size! Yes, his nervousness has made him erect, but
look! He has a nice-sized penis, nice and full and perfect! David, how did
you do that? I mean, how did you get it so big and full? This is great!
He'll be perfect -- he fulfills our image goal!"

But this was all so confusing to David. First, Board members were concerned
that he might get uncontrollable erections while being filmed naked - that
the job might prove to be too erotic a situation for him. Then they were
concerned that he might not have the correct size dick - that it might be
either too big or too small. Now they seemed to be OK that he had an
erection because they assumed it was because he was nervous, their thinking
being that if his erection was caused by simply being nervous, he'd get
over nervousness once he was filmed a couple of times. Wild, spontaneous
erections wouldn't occur.

At first, David was taken aback by the exuberant smiles and the fact that
every Board member nodded in agreement. David went from feeling angry and
embarrassed to feeling accepted and pleased. He suddenly realized they
wanted him for the job!

"I... I... guess I just gradually became more comfortable with showing you
my full penis," David said sheepishly, not wanting to mention Ramiro's
impish role in covertly, erotically teasing him. "But when I'm not nervous,
I don't get ... ah ... erections. I usually am ... well, I mean, I just
need to be by myself and ..."

Ignoring David's remarks, Dr. Striker went on, "Gentlemen, I think we may
have found our new image! Of course, we still need to complete the
paperwork and review all the forms, but we've been here all day. Mr. Stone
is the only candidate who seems to have what it takes in all departments."
Then he turned to Mr. Crasser, adding, "I vote we double his starting
salary. I really don't want him looking elsewhere for a job." The group
smiled and nodded in agreement. "This is good. We finally did it! Let's
call it a day, shall we? Let Ramiro finish his measuring job and then have
Mr. Stone come back here Monday morning to dot the I's and cross the T's.

"Yes, great idea! It is late," said Mr. Crasser as he adjusted himself in
his chair to look down at the boy and address him more directly. Knowing
he'd now been looked at closely, Ramiro had already moved his hands away
from David's ass and back to his mid-thigh, circling it with his cloth
tape. The pencil remained up David's ass, but no one could see it in
there. "Ramiro, how far along are you, and how much more time do you need?"

"Mr. Crasser, it's just that Stoner has trouble standing still. If he would
stop fidgeting, it'd go a lot faster."

Where did Ramiro get `Stoner?' Was that just Ramiro's accent or a demeaning
jab? Although he was trying to sound a bit irritated and tough, Ramiro was
delightfully excited to have this hunky college athlete to control and play
with. So, he was intentionally drawing out this procedure.

"Now, Ramiro, keep calm, and David will cooperate fully, I'm sure. If he
doesn't, just let me know, and we'll hire someone else." He was joking, of
course, but David was looking down at Ramiro and not at Mr. Crasser's
smile, so he never picked up on the joke. David was nervous about this
entire interview process. David was taking everything said very seriously,
especially now that his salary was being doubled.

"Ramiro, you're doing fine. Just do whatever you need to do, and David will
behave. We'll be leaving you two alone and in charge of finishing." Then he
congratulated the Board, everyone stood up, shook hands with each other,
patted David on his bare back or naked buns, and left for the day.

The huge double doors to the conference room swung open with a click and
stayed open, leaving David in full view of whoever might walk past the
doors. David then meekly asked, "Say... ah... Mr. Ramiro... would you mind
closing the doors, please?"

How odd! A college jock addressing a kneeling high school kid as "Mr." That
small but important element of authority that David had subconsciously
surrendered to Ramiro didn't go unnoticed. In fact, it gave little Ramiro a
higher level of control and power over David, just as Ramiro had hoped.

"Not right now, Stoner. I want to finish this. By the way, how do you think
you'll like your new job?"

"What's to like, except the pay? You can't get too excited about selling
cologne at a mall counter, can you?"

Ramiro was stunned but hid his surprise. Had he heard David correctly? Did
David actually think he was being hired to sell Elite products at a retail
outlet rather than being hired to become a big, international star, the
Elite spokesperson of television commercials worldwide? How misinformed
could this idiot be? Ramiro wanted to test him further, so he spoke to him
in a calm, low voice.

"So, Stoner, what mall are they assigning you to?"

"Oh, they haven't said yet, but I'm hoping for the Whitman Mall because
it's close to my flat," David said.

"That's nice, and they're going to double your pay, I guess, from five
pounds to 10 pounds per hour? Sweet." Ramiro said.

David repeated the "sweet." In reality, if David did the TV spots, it would
likely be millions in the first year alone.

Ramiro knew all about the Elite model star position, which would now go to
David. The entire company was excited about the daring, cutting-edge ad
approach. He wasn't going to tell David without having some fun at David's
expense first.

"Of course, you know, Mr. Crasser is the CEO and makes everyone he hires
toe the line. That's a big thing with Elite - if anyone can't follow
orders. He's out the door and can kiss his £10 an hour goodbye."
Ramiro knew he had David's attention. "Yeah, this one guy I was working
with wasn't very cooperative. He wouldn't take instructions seriously. When
I told my Uncle, he fired him on the spot."

"Your Uncle?" David asked with a surprised tone. Ramiro lied and told David
that Mr. Crasser was his Uncle, and that's how he got the internship while
he was still in high school. David felt relief because he had been on the
verge of criticizing Ramiro, but now he knew he needed to get on the good
side of this snot-nosed high-school punk.

"Well, Mr. Ramiro, I certainly trust that you are finding me to be good
Elite material so far, right, sir?"

Ramiro remained silent but smiled broadly, keeping his head down so that
David couldn't see the expression of delight spreading across his
face. David remained standing still, feeling embarrassed as he saw people
walk by the open doors, some even poking their heads in and smiling. A
couple of ladies stepped into the room and asked Ramiro if THIS was THE ONE
they had selected. Most of the employees already seemed to know about the
magnificent position David was being offered, though David remained
clueless. Ramiro looked up at the ladies, smiled, and told them, "It all
depended on how well David behaved and what I wrote in my report to the
Board." Everyone laughed, knowing Ramiro was obviously joking since he
clearly had no authority or clout, but David took it seriously, thinking
that Ramiro was going to submit some kind of report to his Uncle.

"Ah, Mr. Ramiro? Could you please close the doors now, and could I remove
this pencil from my butt?" David asked very politely.

To which Ramiro just said, "No."

To be continued...