A Little Here, A Lot More There.

Jack's POV

"You can go ahead and have a seat Jack-my-bee. I'll be joining the examiners in the other room. We'll call you in when we're ready for you." Zayne merrily skipped away behind another door across the waiting room. I was left standing awkwardly before five fully-clothed men and women who were all staring at me intently. I suppose I can't blame them, I would be staring too if some naked guy suddenly walked into the room. I tried to smile and waved gingerly as I scooted across the wall to take a seat as far away from them as I could get. They started whispering to each other as I sat down, no doubt talking about me.

"Oh my God, there really is some naked guy here!"

"He is hot, I wonder if he's single?"

"I am so glad I came to this!"

"Dude is packing! Does he really think he is hiding anything behind those hands?"

"I wonder how big he will get fully erect?"

Geeze! I know it's hard to ignore me but shouldn't these guys be focusing on the interview? Blessedly, Zayne reappeared poking his head out the door, "Jack-my-bee, we are ready for you now." He spoke in a sing-song voice. I quickly stood up and hurried across the room. This gave the other people there a nice look at my backside, they whistled at the sight of my ass. I tried to keep my head down but I had to look up when I noticed that there were even more people in the next room.

As Zayne shut the door behind me, I saw that there were three long prop up tables forming a semi circle in the room. At each of these tables were at least three seats, all of them were currently occupied by men and women in business attire except for one. I assumed that was Zayne's seat at the end of the middle table right next to a grinning woman with black hair and a gingerbread-colored blazer with a matching skirt. Right before all three tables at the center of the room was a singular wooden chair.

Zayne took his seat next to the woman in the gingerbread suit as she began to speak, "Ah, you must be Jacobee Wendell. Zayne speaks very highly of you. Please have a seat." It would appear the chair placed before these tables was for me. Nervously, I sat down with my bare behind on the cold wood. I was now inescapably at the center of attention to all these people in the room. I began to shiver, either from the cold or nerves I'm not sure which. The woman sitting right before me spoke again, "Welcome Jacobee, my name is Melanie Strong. I am the owner of the establishment known as the Dream Gale. That's the name of the restaurant you will be applying for today. Zayne and I are close friends, that's why I trust him to manage the restaurant when I am away so often." She gestured to her right and Zayne gave me a friendly wave. I smiled despite my situation. "Over on my left here is our assistant manager Doug Rochter," She pointed to a wide-shouldered dark-skinned man with a crew cut in a grey suit and a blue-stripped tie. He smiled and waved. "The rest of us here are very important members of the board involving this business. I will introduce them at a later time should this interview go well. Are you aware of the position you are applying for?"

"Wha-Oh! Yes! Um, something about...restaurant-ing?" I was a little of guard so I gave a distracted response that earned me a laugh from the room. My ears turned red and I sank down into my chair. My interview has barely even started and I was already blowing it!

"Yes, you will be bussing tables Mr. Wendell but you will be expected to perform various other services for our customers as well."

"Oh, yes. Of course. I'm up for anything." Maybe I will have a better chance at this interview if I just agreed with everything she said.

"You think you could entertain them? Be friendly with them?"

"Absolutely, I have been told I am very friendly and entertaining all the time."

"Wonderful, you will be required to wear a uniform at work. It's appearance may change based on the needs of our customers. Will that be a problem?"

"No, of course not. I will be totally fine with whatever you need."

"Just what I wanted to hear. Now, are you capable of various physical tasks of physical labor? Such as lifting and dancing?"

"Yes, I'm actually very strong and I took some dance classes back in high school." My dad would sometimes throw balls and galas for some of his wealthy investors when I was a teenager. I would be expected to dance with some of their daughters to build a relationship with the families. Come to think of it, none of the girls I danced with were ever as beautiful as Zayne. I will have to ask him to go dancing sometimes. Hey, wait a second...does this job require me to dance?

"Well, we will have to confirm that you are in top physical condition before we consider giving you the job. Can you stand up for me please?"

I complied, I stood up from the chair with my hands before my junk.

"Please place your hands behind your head Mr. Wendell."

I swallowed, hesitating a moment before I lifted up my hands. Melanie's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she took in the unobstructed view of my nakedness. "Holy...it's even bigger in person."

"What?"

She cleared her throat, "Never mind that, try flexing your muscles. We need to see your range of motion." My eyes flicked to Zayne, he was nodding his head. Turning bright red in the face, I started going through some of the poses I did for Zayne when I visited his place. Many of the people behind the tables whistled and pointed approvingly. A guy at the table to my left and a woman to the table to my right both pulled out their phones and set them up on small tripods they propped on the tables. Realizing that they were recording my naked posing I quickly covered myself back up. "Mr. Wendell, please don't cover yourself. Your only hurting your chances at this job."

"But...the cameras..."

"Don't worry, this is a standard procedure to prove that you went through the physical exam. We keep this records on file to authenticate that you are capable of the labor this position demands."

I saw Zayne bite his lip. Oh crap, my shyness was blowing my chances at this job. Taking a deep breath, I resumed my poses while trying not to eye the cameras. Just pretend that they are not there Jack. I told myself. As I uncovered myself, some of the other suits pulled out their own recording devices as I looked away. "Good, Mr Wendell could you place your hands on your hips, bend your left leg, and stretch out your right?" I kept my eyes on her as I obeyed her request. I didn't want to look at the cameras. "Excellent response, just keep doing stretches while I ask you more questions. Is that doable?"

"S-Sure."

Melanie asked me to do lunges before she asked me her next question, "So Mr. Wendell, do you have the stamina to work early mornings and late nights?"

"Yes, I can put up with a lot."

She told me to do the splits as best as I can, "Do you need any accommodations to your schedule?"

I was then told to do squats, "No, I'm completely free." I answered.

"What about on call? If we phone you during an emergency will you be able to rush over to cover someone?"

I was then told to turn around and flex my back muscles. Some of my voyeurs were salivating as I turned around. "I can make it if there is an emergency. Whatever Zayne needs...Um, whatever YOU need is totally game." Melanie giggled then asked me to bend over and touch my toes. I blushed but slowly obeyed the command. My bare ass was now sticking up towards my onlookers.

"What sort of educational background do you have?" Melanie asked.

"Um, well I have a bachelor's degree from college." She then told me to reach around and spread my butt-cheeks apart. With my face growing redder, I shut my eyes and reluctantly grabbed my buttocks, pulling them apart to fulfill this embarrassing command. Melanie now had a front row seat to my hole. I could feel the pressure of every stare in the room.

"What field did you study?"

"Finance." She finally let me stand up and turn around to face her. Then she instructed me to do jumping jacks. I looked ridiculous doing it naked but I did it anyway.

"How were you in finance?"

Oh boy, as if this situation weren't humiliating enough I couldn't bring myself to lie even though it would benefit me. "Honestly, I wasn't very good in college. It took me an extra year to graduate because I failed a couple classes...well, several classes actually."

"I see, and how long did you work after you graduated?" She then told me to do some bowflex stretches. I put my hands on my hips and leaned downward on one knee then did the other.

"Uh, a little over a year. My father's company went under after that." She continued to call out random stretches and poses for me to do before she asked a question.

"Your father's company? So you got your job on nepotism then?"

Ah man, I shouldn't have mentioned that part, but it was too late now. I sighed, "Yes, my dad gave me the job..."

"Do you think you will be able to truly earn this position once you have it?"

I looked to Zayne hopefully. He had on a poker-face but nodded in my direction. "Yes," I answered "if I get this job, I promise I will give it 100 percent...no, 200 percent!" That brought laughter to the room and I reddened again from all the embarrassment.

"Well Mr. Wendell..."

"Oh! Please! Call me Jack!" I interrupted in a panic. Man, this is not going well.

"Jack...stand straight and perfectly still with your arms outward. We are just going to take a few measurements. If we decide to hire you it would benefit us all if we knew what your sizes were for the uniform." That makes sense. This position was actually less embarrassing compared to everything else she just made me do. I raised my arms and kept them straight as one man from the left table and a woman from my right table stood up with their own set of measuring tape. They were clearly ready for everything. They approached me and very diligently measured every length my body had to offer. I was feeling rather skittish having these people get close to me and touch me while naked but I figured the two of them will get through this quickly.

I figured wrong, they took their sweet time.

Once I thought they were finally done measuring my arms and legs Melanie spoke up to the woman, "Oh yes, Liz, make sure you get _that _too."

"But of course, answered the woman with the measuring tape. Liz put her tape right next to my penis and measured it's length. "Damn! A whole ten inches!" She let out a low whistle and my face reddened again.

"Nice," Melanie nodded "now how big is it hard?"

I didn't even get a moment to process this situation before Liz grabbed my dick. "Hey!" I yelled pulling away.

Zayne jumped from his seat, "Whoa! Now hold on just a damn minute Liz! Look but don't touch!" Zayne actually looked angry. Was he being protective of me? As happy as that made me, it would make me even happier if he did it because he was jealous. But I didn't want to get my hopes up.

"Zayne, we just don't want there to be any issues with Jack's costume." Zayne glared at Melanie "Perhaps, you would like to lend a hand?" That seem to ease Zayne's outburst. He leapt over the table and walked towards me placing a hand on my chest.

"Hey, Jack?" Zayne spoke.

"Yes?" I pressed myself into his touch.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes?"

"Good." Zayne slid his hand downward until the tips of his fingers tickled the tip of my dick. I shivered with delight as Zayne coaxed my pole into full mast.

"Well that was some fast work." Melanie commented.

"What can I say? I got the magic touch." Zayne winked at her. He sure did.

Liz moved her tape again, "A whole whopping twelve inches!" The room applauded and I placed my face in my hand. This was not the thing I wanted to be cheered for.

"Well, I think we've seen all that we needed to. You may be excused Jack."

"What? That's it?"

"We will discuss the status of your employment after you leave the room. Have a nice day."

"I...but..."

"You just stay in the waiting room Jack-my-bee, while us big wigs talk about whether you have earned your place in our establishment." Zayne placed a hand on my back and led me out of the room "Don't worry buddy, I'll be sure to put in a good word for ya." Zayne winked before he closed the door in my face.

I was surprised at how abruptly that ended but even more surprised to find there were even more people in the waiting room when I came out. It was as if they doubled since I last came out here, give or take. There wasn't even room to sit down. The five who saw me before were delighted to see me again. The new ones who were seeing me for the first time had moment of surprise before they all started pointing and laughing along with everything else. All I could do was stand there cupping my groin until Zayne came back. My face flushed as I wondered how long that was going to take.