Rodney walks in, thumbs inside his pocket.
“Hi, sir,” Todd says.
Nelson Hedge, the interviewer, looks up at him. The smile he had immediately drops. This makes Rodney nervous. What makes Rodney even more nervous is that Nelson is looking at him up and down, the soft brown in his eyes suddenly taking on the appearance of small gavels as he’s obviously judging Rodney.
“Umm, you didn’t wear a tie or a blazer?”
“N-no, sir,” Rodney says.
“You were so sharply dressed the other times. Why not now?”
“Ummmm,” Rodney says, swallowing hard.
“You’re going to have to prove you want this job, Rodney, and willing to go above and beyond.”
“I understand, sir,” Rodney says.
Nelson leans back in his swivel chair. He juts his head up to Rodney while saying, “Why don’t you unbutton those top two buttons?”
“E-excuse me?”
“You heard me, Rodney. You’re not wearing a tie, you obviously want to be comfortable. So, go ahead. Make yourself more…. comfortable.”
Rodney brings his hand up to his shirt and starts sliding the buttons out of place.
Just as he’s about to stop, Nelson says, “Go on.”
Rodney quietly sighs as he starts using to hands.
He goes all the way down to where his shirt meets his pants, and stops again, unsure.
“You didn’t hear me say stop, did you, Rodney?”
“No, sir,” Rodney says. He then starts unbuttoning the cuffs on his shirt.
After that, he’s still unsure.
Nelson sighs profoundly.
“Okay, obviously you’re not serious. Let me just….”
“No, no,” Rodney says. Then he opens up his shirt.
Nelson disapprovingly arches an eyebrow while saying, “No undershirt, I see.”
“No sir,” Rodney says, having his hands down to his sides, his shirt off his shoulders.
He then takes the shirt off entirely and slings it over his shoulder, trying to appear confident.
Nelson doesn’t respond. So he put his over his other shoulder while smiling. But Nelson doesn’t appear amused.
“Well, no sense in wearing a belt without a shirt. Right, Rodney?”
While dropping the shirt, Rodney says, “Yeah, r-right.”
With one hand, he unbuckles his belt.
“While you’re at it, why don’t you open up those pants, too?”
Rodney’s eyes widen for a second. He then just undoes his pants and begins moving the zipper down, exposing the top of his underwear.
Nelson leans forward in his desk, putting his hands under his chin, then commandingly says, “Let’s see if you’re a boxers or briefs kinda a guy.”
“Sir?” Rodney says, slowing down the hand that’s unzipping the zipper.
“Opening up your pants more….. Show me.”
He holds onto either side of his now-opened pants. Then slides them open further, reveling the bottom of his briefs and how the front pouch is filled out.
Nelson leans back again, and while letting out an exhalation, he says, “Just go ahead and take ’em off.”
Rodney gulps some air as he slips his loafers off and slides his pants down. He pulls them off, along with his socks, one leg at a time and stands up now in his underwear.
“Turn around,” Nelson says.
Rodney does while still looking at Nelson.
“I can see you keep your backside in shape. But, I need to make sure. Go ahead, Rodney, give me a peek.”
“I’m sorry?”
Nelson sighs more loudly this time. “I need to see what your backside looks like, Rodney. You’re gonna be do a lot of bending down, picking up boxes. I need to see how much work you’ve put in on that part of your body.”
Rodney moves his hands up and hooks his thumbs in either side of his briefs and begins to push the material down.
While still keeping his eye on Nelson, he pushes the material enough to show the top of his ass.
“Keep going, Rodney.”
“Keep goin’. Wanna see how much your work paid off.
“Okay, pull ’em back up and turn around.”
Rodney has sudden relief as he faces his new possible employer.
That relief his cut short when Nelson puts his hand out as if saying, Well?
“Are, ummm, sir are you asking me to….?”
“I need to know you want this Rodney.”
He hooks his thumbs in his briefs and starts pushing down again. His skin begins to darken as the dusting of pubic hair begins to be unveiled.
“Just go ahead and get rid of ’em, Rodney.”
Rodney’s eyes expand as he immediately cups his dick and then steps out of his briefs. He drops them and stands back up, now covering up his privates with both hands.
“Turn around again.”
“Okay, go ahead and put your right leg on that chair. I need to get a better look.”
“Good. I need you to do something for me, Rodney.”
“O-okay.”
“I want you to turn around and sit in that chair. And since you’re so proud of being casual, I wanna see you relaxed”
Rodney turns around, his hands still on his privates and then sits down in the chair.
Moments pass while Nelson looks at Rodney expectantly.
“That doesn’t look very relaxed to me.”
Rodney takes one hand off his dick and slouches off to the side.
“Is that what you call comfortable, Rodney?”
Swallowing nervously, Rodney puts one leg over an arm of the chair.
“It’s okay, Rodney,” Nelson says as he starts gathering some things together folding papers on the desk. “We have other applicants today, anyway.”
With much nervousness, Rodney starts lifting up the remaining hand covering his privates. It can be seen through the slivers between his fingers. He then moves his hand out of the way. Putting his other hand on his leg, revealing all.
“Great,” Nelson immediately responds. “Okay, now we can begin.”
As Nelson gets up, walking towards the door, he says, “Stay just like that, Rodney. I’m going to get the others.”
An anxious thought flashes through Rodney’s mind as he feels a cold chill run down him. Others?
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