Talent Audition

"Nice piece!" She recovered more fully. "Not a bad looking cock you have down there!"

Her words surprised me. She said them with such confidence, such self-assurance. She came right out and just said what was on her mind.

"Longer than most, I would say," She continued to stare. "And not a bad girth as well!"

I couldn't believe it! This woman was incredible. I was a stranger to her. We had just met, yet she had no trouble complimenting me on the size of my cock.

"Thanks," I spoke under my breath. She could speak with such confidence, yet I could hardly speak at all. No woman had ever had such an affect on me.

"Now make it rise the rest of the way," She shocked me even more with what she said next.

"What?" I asked back, astonished.

"You heard me," She glanced up with a serious look in her eyes. "It's already half-way there. Make it rise the rest of the way. I want to see it full."

I couldn't believe it. She was so domineering. No doubt I wasn't her first. She had naked men in her office before, probably many more. She probably bribed them all, telling them to get naked if they wanted the part.

Even more unbelievable, I started to give her what she wanted. I couldn't help it. My heart was racing; my body sweating. Her behavior made me feel so hot, so excited. Even though I knew what she was trying to do, I helped her do it. Besides, my cock had a mind of its own. It never listened to me before. Why did I expect it to listen while standing naked before a gorgeous woman?

"Even better!" She made sure to let me know what was happening. "Very nice! Very impressive! That's quite a fine stalk you have down there."

Her words did nothing to stop it from rising. They aroused me even more. The little she-devil knew exactly what she was doing.

"Most definitely longer than your average six inches," She spoke as she got up from her chair a second time. "Perhaps eight; maybe even nine?"

I grew nervous as she stepped around. My cock inflated to full mast as she looked at it from above.

"I think more like nine!" She stepped up beside me. "Maybe even ten!"

Glancing down to check for myself, I saw the head of my own cock pointed directly up at me. I already knew it was hard. I could feel it, but actually seeing it point up gave me a surprise.

"Big cocks don't usually point up so far up like yours does," She commented as she looked at it. "Usually they are too big to point up, but yours looks to be especially hard."

Indeed it was. The thing felt as if it was going to explode. Desperately I wanted to find somewhere to stick it. I would have loved to use her pussy, to fuck her, and I think she wanted to be fucked by it too.

"Are you aware," The woman who's name I still didn't know whispered into my ear. "Are you aware, Duane, that you possess a rather massive cock?"

"Yes," I answered shyly, pleased that she liked it, surprised by her compliment of it.

"You should be proud of it!" She admired. "You should be proud to show it off, to display it for any woman who asks to see."

"Yes," Even her perfume smelled sexy.

"You should allow women to enjoy it," She spoke. "Enjoy looking at it if they wish; even to enjoy playing with it."

I jumped at her touch. I couldn't believe she actually touched it, and the way she touched it!

She giggled as if it was no big deal. "My, you are a shy one!"

She didn't just touch, but confidently grabbed it. She grabbed my cock like she had grabbed a hundred cocks before me. Her fingers encircled around my thick shaft and gave a tight squeeze.

"It feels as hard as it looks!" She spoke impressed. "And so unusually thick too!"

She squeezed tighter and then tried to give it a pull. I was forced to push my waist forward and stand on my toes.

"Yes, you would look good in a shower scene," She sounded impressed. "And you would look even better in cuffs."

My heart skipped a beat with the mention of handcuffs. What did she mean, handcuffs? Did she want to handcuff my hands behind me? Or did she want to handcuff me down to a bed. I pictured her riding me from above as I lay handcuffed down to her bed.

As quick as she grabbed it, she let go again. She backed away and stepped around to sit back down in her chair.

"Very impressive," She complimented one last time. "I just have a few more miscellaneous questions to ask you. Standard procedure, as I'm sure you understand."

"Yes," I answered weakly.

"Any problems with drugs?"

"No."

"Any arrests or convictions?"

"No."

"What about drunk driving? Ever been pulled over? Any DUIs?"

"No," I answered each question in turn. It felt odd to be answering her questions in the nude. It felt even odder to answer them while sporting an erection that she could freely observe. I considered covering myself, but she never offered me cover. Besides, I got the distinct impression that she wanted me to stay nude.

"You currently work as a waiter?"

"In the evenings."

"Would you keep your job if you took this part?"

"The job has flexible hours," I tried to explain. "I can cut back if I need too, but would probably want to keep it as a backup."

"So this part would take priority over your job as a waiter?"

"Exactly!" I nodded my head.

With each answer she jotted something down in her file. Most of the time she seemed to enter quick check marks. With mention of the waiter job, she paused to write out a few notes.

"And your age?" She wanted to know.

"Twenty two," I answered.

"Ah, the perfect age for a man!" She liked this answer the best. "Legal, yet still young enough to have much vitality."

I took a hard swallow, knowing what kind of vitality she meant. She was talking about my cock, of course, my ability to keep it erect and on display. No doubt some of the shower scenes would require multiple takes. My youth would allow me to remain erect for extended periods.

"Brown hair and brown eyes," She looked up to me to observe. "And with about a nine inch cock."

She casually stated the words with no hint of embarrassment or reaction, and then wrote something down in her file. I could understand the part about my hair and eyes, but then wondered if she wrote down anything about the length of my cock too. The thought of her scribbling in "nine inches" sent an erotic wave of lust through my body. I imagined the piece of paper in front of her asking for "Cock Length," and immediately after it she wrote in a "9."

"Any particular hours you are not available to work?" She took me by surprise when she went on, unconcerned about the mention of my cock, acting as if it was a perfectly normal question to ask a perspective employee.

"Not really," I tried to recover the best I could. "Like I said, my job as a waiter has flexible hours. I can pretty much work any hours needed."

"What about upcoming time off?" She wanted to know. "Any planned vacations? Any non-refundable airline tickets over the next few months?"

"Nothing planned right now."

Except for the brief mention of my cock length, most of her questions seemed perfectly normal. They were common questions for an employer to ask a perspective employee. The only odd part was the state of my undress. Even odder was the state of my erection. It should have gone down, especially when she asked such normal questions, but it instead seemed to grow harder. I guess the experience actually turned me on. The knowledge that I was standing naked before her in the nude actually increased my arousal.

"Any previous experience working as a male model?" Her questions gradually turned more poignant.

"None."

"And no other nude modeling?"

"No."

"What about strip joints?" She seemed intent on finding some form of nudity in my background. "Ever work as a performer at a male strip joint or as a hired stripper at a bachelorette party?"

"Afraid not," I felt as though I was disappointing her.

"That's too bad," She sounded disappointed. "Because with a cock like that, you would be in high demand!"

"Thanks," I said weakly. It felt strange to be complimented on the size of my cock. It felt even stranger to thank her for the compliment.

"What about CFNM?" She confused me next. "You said you worked as a waiter. Did you ever work as a waiter in a CFNM environment?"

I had to pause for a moment to think about her question. "C-F-N-M?" I couldn't come up with anything.

"You know," She saw my confusion. "Clothed Female, Naked Male. It's a party where the women remain clothed and the male waiters walk around naked serving food and drink."

"No CFNM either," I had never heard of such a practice. I wondered if such a place even existed.

"Then I have someone I must introduce you to," She offered. "With your experience as a waiter and given that big cock of yours, you would be in high demand. I bet you could pull in fifty dollars an hour with tips."

The pay sounded awesome. It was certainly a lot more than I made at my current job, even with tips, but the practice sounded a bit unnerving. I couldn't imagine myself naked in a restaurant full of clothed women. I suppose it would be fun, in a way, with so many women free to look at me, but still.

"I know a few guys who work as CFNM waiters," She described it to me. "They love it, especially when the women grab at them. I could introduce you to someone if you think you would be interested?"

"I don't know," I wasn't sure. It felt erotic enough to be standing in the room with only one clothed female. I had a hard time imagining myself standing in a restaurant full of women. And to be grabbed at too! She didn't say what they grabbed, but it wasn't hard to figure out. I imagined women grabbing my cock as I walked by their tables. In a strange way, I wanted to be grabbed. I especially wanted the woman sitting on the opposite side of the desk to grab me. I felt like even grabbing myself, but held back.

"Is that a yes or a no?" She questioned my answer. "I think you would enjoy it. I think you would have a good time."

"Maybe I might be interested," I answered with only slightly more confidence.

"I think you should," She tried to talk me into it. "The best part is in the end, you know, or at least that's what the guys tell me."

She smiled at this. I didn't know why she smiled, not at first anyway. She just looked up at me and smiled.

"Because in the end," She continued after a long pause. The volume of her voice diminished. She spoke to me almost in a whisper. "Because in the end, because of all the touching and fondling going on, about half the waiters end up cumming on the tables."

I think I visibly jumped in her presence. I couldn't believe it. Not only naked, but made to cumm as well! I heard about bachelorette parties where the soon-to-be bride was teased into masturbating the male stripper. It was no different than stories of the bridegroom invited to fuck the female stripper, but I never knew of it happening to any of my friends. I suppose it did, once in a while and for the appropriate fee, but it certainly wasn't very common. Even less common was the practice of masturbating a male stripper until he cummed, I figured, because I couldn't imagine the stripper agreeing to such a thing.

Yet at the same time, I wanted to so bad. My cock was pounding. I felt a tremendous desire to reach out and grab it. No doubt I would, immediately after I got home. I just hoped I could wait that long.

"Well, you just let me know if you might be interested," She put down the file. "You don't have to tell me now. Maybe by the end of filming you will be more willing."

My prospects sounded hopeful. It sounded as if I already had the job. She almost said it, but not quite. I hoped the embarrassment I suffered at being naked was worth the effort.

"Perhaps I will," I asked carefully. "Can I assume that means I have the part?"

"Not exactly!" She put up her hand, showing me her open palm as if telling me to hold on. "Your prospects are excellent, but I still have 5 more men to interview before the day is over."

I recalled seeing two of them already. They arrived after me and probably still sat out in the waiting room. I distinctly remembered that both of them were handsome and looked like they were running backs for a football team. I wondered if she would make them strip too. I wondered if they would show off cocks as big as mine.

"So the part isn't quite yours yet," She sat back in her chair and gave me a hard look. "But there is one thing you can do to increase your chances, if you wish to know?"

Silence followed. I wanted her to finish, to go on, but at the same time was afraid what she might propose. I was already naked, after all. She had already put me in her place, at her feet, perhaps even under her feet. In the back of my mind, I hoped she would propose I go home with her. Even better, I hoped she had a back room someplace in her office where we could go. That was what I hoped, but not what I expected.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked at last. My instincts told me to do whatever was necessary to get the part. My logical brain told me to put my clothes back on and get out of her office as fast as possible.

She paused before answering. Her head leaned back into her large office chair. Her eyes looked off to space. She wore no smile. No hint of doubt or embarrassment showed on her face. Everything about her radiated confidence as she spoke three simple words: "Masturbate for me."

"What?" My natural instincts took over. I couldn't believe it! Did she really say what I thought she said?

"You heard me," She made sure I understood. "Masturbate for me," She turned to look up into my eyes. "Your cock: Jerk it!"

I still couldn't believe it. My eyes probably bulged out of my head. My face certainly radiated a look of shock and surprise. Even my cock seemed to respond, jumping at the sound of her words.

"I know you want to," She acted completely relaxed. "It's obvious!" Her eyes momentarily took a look down at my protruding member before again drilling into my scull. "So go ahead and jerk yourself off."

I hesitated. I didn't know what to do. Yes, I wanted to. She could easily see that much for herself, reading my mind through the stiffness of my cock. Yet at the same time, I was in an office. Even worse, I was in an office with a near stranger, a female who wanted to watch.

"Well?" She spoke up again after about another minute of silence. "Do you want the part or not?"

I felt my hand reach for it. My cock wanted it so bad. It seemed to be controlling me. Or rather, she was controlling my cock, and my cock in turn was controlling the rest of me.

"Good boy!" She spoke when she saw it. Once again, she smiled. She had a delightful smile, but didn't display it often. She looked delighted at the prospect of watching me masturbate myself.

A moment later I touched it. I didn't look, but instead closed my eyes and grasped myself. To my surprise, I was already wet. She had seen me pre-cumm, I realized, and then wondered if that's what gave her the idea to ask me to masturbate myself.

"Your prospects are looking better and better all the time," She said it almost in a laugh.

Once I held it, I couldn't help it. I was so damn horny I couldn't help but stroke myself. The domineering woman sitting on the opposite side of the desk watched me do it. She seemed to take delight with the sight of a young man jerking himself.

Only after I started did I wonder what else she might want. "Did she want me to give myself just a few strokes?" I questioned to myself. Perhaps she only wanted me to make myself pre-cumm, to make myself wet. Women enjoyed the sight of a pre-cumm covered cock, I knew from past experience. I hoped that was what she wanted.

"Or did she want more?" My mind questioned in dread. Did she want me to keep stroking? Might she actually want to watch me cumm? I couldn't believe any woman would demand so much of a man to get a part, but then this was no ordinary woman. Nothing about her surprised me any more.

"That's enough!" She held up the palm of her hand once more. "At least for now."

I stopped at the sound of the first of her words, but then gasped in dread a second later with what she said next. What did she mean, "at least for now"? Did she want more? Did she have something else planned for me when I was in front of the camera?

I let go. It actually proved difficult to let go. My cock still wanted it, but my mind finally took back control of the situation. I dropped my hand back down so that both arms hung weakly at my side.

We appeared to be done with the interview. She seemed to have extracted a sufficient amount of humiliation from me. This was normally the point in the interview where I would have shook her hand and thanked her for the opportunity, but I wasn't sure. I was still naked. I remained hard and now very wet.

The dominatrix sitting across the desk seemed to like to see me wet. So far she did a good job at almost ignoring my erection, acting as if she had men standing with erections in her office every day. Now, however, she looked right at it. She made me self conscious with the way she looked. It was as if she wanted it. I wished she would just take it.

"Is there anything else?" I interrupted her stair. At last, I wanted to go. I also wanted to finish jerking myself off. Soon I would be alone in the privacy of my own bedroom, provided I even made it that far. I began to wonder if there might be a private bathroom downstairs or in a nearby filling station where I could finish the job.

"One more thing," She added, much to my discomfort. "If you don't mind?"

I couldn't imagine what else she might want of me.

"Did you notice the little student aid I hired as a receptionist at the front desk?" She changed subjects. "The short little Asian girl sitting behind the counter?"

"I think so," It took me a few seconds to recover enough to answer. I remembered more than I wanted to admit. I especially remembered standing over the desk of the receptionist, looking down at her, looking down into her bountiful cleavage.

"Of course you did," She smiled at me and gave a laugh. "Every young man does. So young, so cute, and there's no way you could have missed her big tits - usual for an Asian girl, isn't it?"

It certainly was.

"Her name is Yuko," She gave out her name. "She's a High School kid, a junior, I think, but that's not important right now. What is important to you is that Yuko likes to check out big cocks."

She went silent. She didn't need to say anything more. I understood her request without the need to hear her verbally ask it. She wanted to invite her receptionist, Yuko inside.

"You don't have to agree if you don't want to," She spoke with a sly tone. "I will understand if you say no, especially for someone so young. I suspect it will be especially embarrassing for you to expose yourself in your current condition to someone so young."

She wanted me to invite another woman into the room, and a young woman at that - provided she was to be believed. I couldn't know if her receptionist was really in High School or not. It was possible, I suppose, but I couldn't know. In my mind I tried to remember what the girl looked like sitting behind her desk, but mostly I remembered only her cleavage. Yes she was young, certainly still in her 20s, and possibly even a teenager, but I recalled no redeemable feature that would suggest she was still in High School - But then it was difficult to tell nowadays with all the makeup some girls wore.

"I simply figured if you are willing to expose yourself in front of a camera," She continued in her sly tone of voice. "Then you logically will have no problem with me calling Yuko inside for a little treat."

I caught the meaning of her words. Again, she didn't have to say it, not explicitly, but I could tell what she really meant. This was yet another test. If I really wanted the part, then I would allow her to invite Yuko into her office. If I didn't agree, then I would be shown to the door.