Photo Strip
Chapter 6 The Prospect of Promotion
The phone was ringing before I got out of bed. Clive was on the other end. "We're still not on for finishing off the dog story," he said, "but there has been a new development concerning your own contract. Could you come in and see Jane and myself in the office this evening?"
Around ten o'clock I was being shown into Jane's office. "Have a seat!" she invited.
Clive came in. "Head office has had some feedback from one of our clients," he said. "They piloted the Keep Fit photo story with a panel of their readers, and it scored very highly. Naturally, we're very pleased with your work." "But it was teamwork," I protested modestly. "There's more to it than that," he continued. "Although the whole story was praised, your own role in it was singled out for special praise." "On what grounds?" I asked.
"They liked your acting, but also thought you had an extremely good physique for the job. In particular, they thought your penis was beautifully formed, sufficient but not too big, and, being circumcised, well presented, with an attractive head, and a well formed rim to the helmet. That may sound technical, but what it means is, they thought your penis was very photogenic. Also, they say your general manner, a mixture of embarrassment, apprehension, and lust, was superb."
I gulped. "So?" I asked. "So strip off right here and now, so we can check out their assessment, then we'll tell you the good news!"
I sighed, and stripped down to the buff. Jane peered at my prick intently. Clive took hold of it with one hand, and pointed out its best features to Jane with the other. He stroked my balls, while Jane watched it grow. "Ah, it's much more attractive when it gets bigger!" she said, stroking it playfully. "I can see what they mean!"
"We'd like to sign you up for a more permanent, full-time contract." replied Jane. "Well I don't know about that," I responded, putting my clothes back on. "I've a good daytime job. OK, I can take the odd days off if needed, but I don't know that I could afford to pack it in!"
"But you could," said Clive. "We're talking about long but flexible hours, as your sole employer, coupled with an exceptional increase in pay. It would be a five year contract, and include a pension." "How much?" I asked. After all, pay was the bottom line. "I can't give you a definite figure at the moment, but we're talking in the region of £100,000 a year."
I gulped again. "OK, I'm interested!" I exclaimed.
It was Jane's turn. "You'd have to attend an exhaustive weekend-long non-competitive screening interview at head office," she said. "Clive and I are sure you'd pass OK. And you'd get paid for your time, as well!" "What have I got to lose?" I asked. "Tell me where and when?"
So it was that a couple of days later I was on a plane heading for Inverness. I was suitably impressed that so much interest was being taken in me.
On arrival at the airport, I was met by Sarah, the Human Resources manager of PhotoStrip Sagas plc, and taken by car to a remote Scottish castle. On the way, my possible future boss briefed me on what was expected of me.
"You'll be watched for attitude in possible roles," she explained. "You'll also be judged on your degree of obedience - complete obedience to every command is essential, on pain of punishment. But before all this, you'll have a personal interview with the entire board of directors - all twelve of them!"
We pulled up in the drive of the castle, and we got out. I lugged my suitcase to the door. It was opened by a slim, dour looking woman in her forties. She wore a rather masculine trouser suit, and peered at me over the top of her glasses.
"Ian?" she asked. "Yes!" I smiled, "Pleased to meet you." "I'm Zola, head of Physical Screening," she explained. A flunkey appeared from within. "Take his suitcase," she ordered. Put it in the storeroom - he won't be needing it until Monday."
With that, my luggage, containing nightwear, change of clothes, and toiletries, the lot, disappeared. I gulped yet again. "Follow me!" commanded Zola.
I entered the castle, and she led me through a lofty gallery, along a narrow stone passage into a small room containing six lockers. "This is the preparation room, in which you will prepare yourself for your two night stay, starting with your initial interview," explained Zola. Off this ante-room was an opening leading to a very smart tiled area, with a handbasin, a WC bolted to the wall, and a shower recess. To the side of the lockers was another door, which was closed. A red light above the door was glowing, and a green one was off.
"You'll be interviewed shortly by the Chief Executive and the Board of Directors, as a preliminary our to the intensive weekend's screening." Zola told me, curtly. "Use the toilet if you wish, and have a shower in any case. Put your clothes in locker number three," she said. "You'll find a towel in there."
She sat down on a chair in the corner, making herself comfortable. I coughed. "Excuse me," I ventured, "but if you could leave me to get on ...?" "Don't mind me!" she snorted. "I have the complete freedom in this place to be where I like when I like. If I want to watch the Chief Executive have a piss, he is not empowered to prevent me!"
With her eyes drilling holes in my back, I stripped off, put everything in locker number three, and wrapped the towel round myself. I carefully turned the key, and was about to put the loop of cord secured to it around my neck, when laughing girl held her hand out. "The key!" she demanded. "But .." "No buts. Give me the key. It will be returned to you on Monday." So saying, she snatched the key from me, and put it in her jacket pocket. I turned my back on her, had a welcome piss in the WC, and stepped into the shower. A few minutes later, feeling nicely refreshed after my long journey, I stepped out, and felt Zola's eyes crawling all over me as I dried myself. I wrapped the towel around myself again.
"Now for your interview with the Board!" she snapped. "Do you have a robe for me?" I asked. "No robes, no gowns. Towel, please!" "What?" I asked in astonishment. "Give me the towel." She said, and snatched it from around my waist. "When the red light goes out, the green light will come on. The door will open one minute later. Put your hands on your head, and be standing in front of it ready to walk through. When it opens, approach the Board." With that, she turned and promptly left the room.
I sat on the chair, not a stitch on, and waited, looking at the lights, and getting more and more nervous. Have you ever thought how you would feel entering a room full of complete strangers, completely nude? I hadn't, before, but I was trembling at the thought now! Suppose they were expecting me to be normally dressed, and I had been set up? I had nothing with which to cover myself, no towel, not even a handkerchief. I looked around. There wasn't even a sheet of A4 I could hold in front of me. And I was not allowed to use my hands as a shield - they must be on my head. I would be totally exposed to these people, whoever they were. Come to that, were they young, old, male, or female? I had no idea.
I looked apprehensively at the door and stood up. The green light had just come on ....
To be continued .....