Strip for Inspection

"Strip," she ordered flatly, walking back behind her desk.

"Excuse me?" You ask, before quickly adding "Madam."

"I'm sure you did not just ask me to repeat myself," she replies coldly, once again flashing her piercing blue eyes. "I need to inspect you fully if I am to give my approval."

You opened your mouth to protest but quickly closed it. There was no use, and besides, you were screwed without her approval. Taking a deep breath, you begin unbuttoning your shirt.

"While you strip, please confirm this information is correct," Madam says, retrieving a clipboard from her desk. As the words leave her lips, your dress shirt falls to the ground, though she hardly seems to notice. She barely gives your bare chest a glance before looking down at her clipboard. "Your name is Morgan Lockley. You are a man, aged nineteen years old. You are five-feet nine inches and weigh one hundred and fifty-four pounds. You have a high-school diploma and spent one year at university, during which time you worked as a janitor. Finally, you described yourself as having a strong work ethic and pride yourself on loyalty and professionalism."

"Yes, yes that is correct, Madam." As you respond, you let your pants drop to the floor. Stepping out of it, you place it next to your shirt and shoes. You feel incredibly exposed, standing in just your boxers. Your first instinct is to cover yourself with your hands but you resist the urge. You really, really need this job! You just pray she does not want you fully nude...

Your hopes are quickly dashed when the woman crosses her arms. "I'm waiting...:" She practically growls.

Sighing, you resign yourself to your fate. Pushing past the anxiety, you grab the waistband of your underwear and, with a deep breath, push them past your hips. The cheap fabric falls to your feet, finally revealing your penis to this stranger. While terrifying, this entire situation was also slightly arousing and thus your cock was starting to harden. Cursing your horny mind, you kick the boxers into your clothes pile, rest your hands at your side, and await her response.

She looks at you from a distance for a few moments before approaching, coming within inches of you. You feel so submissive with this well-dressed, powerful woman staring down at you, inspecting your bare body. Reaching up, she firmly grabs your chin and tilts your head up and down, side to side.

"You're just as handsome as your pictures," she muses. "Strong features, pretty eyes, and great cheeks!" She pinches them to emphasize her point before moving lower. Running her fingers down your body, she comes to your chest. Her hands are cold and leave goosebumps behind as they run over your pecs. Her thumbs flick your nipples as they pass, making you shudder. "A bit on the thin side..." She points out, much to your embarrassment. "Though I suppose it's better than being fat."

Her hands kept going south, running down your sides, over your hips, and finally resting on your ass. You stiffen as she reaches around and takes a cheek in each hand. The position brings her face a hair away from your own. You feel her warm breath on your lips as she gropes your rear and you struggle to suppress a moan. You feel your cock getting even harder, pocking against her stocking-clad thighs, and you pray she does not notice. Her eyes seem to suggest she likes what she feels, and as she pulls back her red lips pull back into a smile.

"You have quite the succulent ass, Mr. Lockley," she purrs. "Firm yet still big and juicy. Very nice..."

"Thank you, Ma-HEY!" You yell in surprise as her hand wraps around your cock. She looks down dominantly into your eyes as she begins to firmly jerk you off. You reddened in shame as your new boss strokes you, groaning as your cock grows fully hard.

"Excellent," she murmurs, releasing your shaft and stepping over to her desk. She returns with a roll of tape, revealing her intentions. Unrolling it against your length, she measures your manhood. "Six and a half inches. Not as long as we prefer but... I suppose it will do."

"T-Thank you, Madam," you say, though your mind is racing. They had a preference for dick length? What had you gotten yourself into?

"Don't thank me yet," she replied, returning the tape to her desk. "You have only passed the first stage of my inspection. We will now begin the second."