Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 13:38:38 +0000
From: Nake Body <nakebody@hotmail.com>
Subject: Photo Strip Chapter 6

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 .....