A Few New Requirements

When we get back to the doctor's office my mother-in-law insists on parking at the far end of the lot, dragging me naked back across the yoga studio, hair and nail salons, and the many prying eyes. At least my erection had died down curing the car ride. When we finally get into the office the waiting room is back to half-full and, unsurprisingly based on what I now know, it is entirely women. We head to the front desk and are greeted by the same receptionist.

"Back again I see" she says. "I know you are in a bit of a rush, but I noticed a few extra requirements that your office sent over that we need to make sure to complete before I can give you your forms. First of all take this."

She hands me a small blue pill in a paper cup.

"What is it" I ask.

"It will just make things go more quickly" she answers.

Having **** I down the pill.

"Now we need to go through a quick questionnaire on your sexual habits. 1. How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"Is this really necessary?" I ask.

"Do you want your new job?" she asks back.

"Fine" I answer quietly. "I was 22."

"Sorry can you speak up?" she asks. "You were how old when you lost your virginity?"

"22" I saw louder. "I hear giggles from the ladies behind me, no doubt staring at my exposed backside.

"Oh, a late bloomer. It says here that you are married. How often do you have sex with your wife per week?"

"About once" I answer sheepishly. "She works nights and I--"

"And how often each week do you masterbate?"

"Is this really necessary?"

"Yes. Answer the question."

"About 6 times, sometimes more" More giggles from my audience.

"How many women have you had sex with?"

"Just my wife"

"And how many women have you seen naked"

"Just my wife" I notice my erection is starting to come back.

"And how many women have seen you naked?"

"...I'm not really sure..."

"You aren't sure"

"Well quite a few have seen me today" I answer, more than a little annoyed. She laughs.

"I'll just put down 'too many to count'" the whole room erupts in laughter. "Now its just the pictures to go".

She takes out a fancy camera.

"Alright stand back from the desk and put your hands on your head"

I comply allowing her to get close ups of my, now fully hard, cock as well as full body shots catching my bright red face.

"Now turn around keeping your hands where they are"

I turn around. The waiting room cheers at their first unobstructed view of my bare, hard cock. I scan their faces as the receptionist takes her pictures. Every woman in there is having the time of her life.

"Perfect now one in profile" I comply. "And finally one more in profile with you making a stroking motion"

"They couldn't have possible asked for that" I say.

"If you don't want the job that's fine with me."

I know that if I don't get this job I'll have to go back to my old job, where all of the women have seen me naked and most have even groped my exposed body. I comply.

"Perfect now face the camera. And perfect again. Just let me get this put together and I'll print it out for you."

After a few excruciating minutes where I am at least able to partially cover my erection I am handed the documents. The cover page is just my full name in large font with the picture of me touching myself.

"Thank you so much for coming in. Good luck with the new job" she says.

After another embarrassing walk across the parking lot, to some whistles and cat-calls from some women in the businesses who had decided to wait outside for the naked man to come by again, I am again in the relative safety of my mother-in-law's car heading towards my new office with only minutes to spare, hoping the worst of my humiliation is behind me.