It's such a competitive job market just now that employers can be very choosy as to who they accept. Out of work Robbie has applied for a job at Walker Swallow Money Management and is so desperate that he'll do anything to get it. His interviewer Clarissa recognises this and relishes the opportunity to exploit this big dumb man.

Dumb jock Robbie sits nervously in front of Clarissa as she goes through his CV and asks him questions. He tries to come up with clever answers, but thinking isn't his strong point.

"Hobbies?" He says quizzically, "Erm... well I like to lift heavy things. Like really heavy things." He falters - unsure whether he is impressing her or not.

"It says here that you worked in a warehouse," continues Clarissa referencing his CV, "did you enjoy that?"

"It was OK," he says, "I got to drive a forklift truck! But then they made me redundant and since then I've not been able to get a job."

"Do you take part in any sports?" Clarissa's questions are designed to get the measure of her prospective employee and she made it clear at the start of the interview that it was important he answer her honestly.

Robbie thinks for a moment before answering: "Well I go to the gym quite a lot," he says finally. His palms start to sweat and he feels uncomfortable squeezed into the too-small suit. He's not used to smart women.

Clarissa's interest is piqued. She's already noticed him bulging out of his suit and thinks he might be useful to her in some way even if not as a salesman. "Oh? Tell me more," she says.

"Well I like to go to the gym coz you don't have to think too much. You just pick up the weights then put them down and your muscles get big!" He gets more animated now he's talking about something he really understands.

He watches as she takes notes wondering if he stands a chance. He doesn't really know what PPI is or what he'd be expected to do. But he's prepared to do anything to get back into work.

Clarissa's decides to change tack - to get more personal and see how he copes: "And just how often do you have sex?" She wonders out loud.

"Once? Twice? Three times a week? More?" She looks at him keenly to see how he'll react.

A silly grin appears on his face as he assumes he must have misheard. "Sorry what did you say?" He asks.

"I asked you how often you and your girlfriend fuck," she says bluntly - delighting in the way he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

Clarissa's question really throws him and Robbie doesn't know what to say. But he knows it'll look bad if he refuses to answer. "I don't know... maybe twice a week?" He mumbles - feeling embarrassed at talking about something so personal.

"OK," says the woman, "and how big is your penis? Do you have a very large cock tucked away in your pants?"

Robbie scratches his head totally bewildered by the woman's intimate questions. He doesn't know what to say! "Erm... about average I guess," he manages finally. He never expected this interview to be so intense and he's starting to feel really awkward.

He worries that maybe he's not selling himself enough - he really wants to impress this imperious woman so tries again. "Actually I think it's quite big," he says trying to sound confident but failing miserably.

"And do you and your girlfriend ever practice anal?" Asks Clarissa, pleased to see she's unnerved the big man. She's fully aware of how much he needs this job and wants to see just how far he'll go to get it.

Robbie isn't the brightest of men being more at home in the gym than the library and doesn't know what she's talking about. He panics - not wanting to appear stupid.

He takes a gamble: "Yes," he answers, "from time to time." Clarissa looks intrigued. "Oh really?"

"And does your girlfriend ever do it to you?" He hides his face behind his big hand feeling embarrassed and out of his depth. "Sometimes. Yeah," he manages - feeling under pressure all of a sudden.

"I take it you'd have no objection to being given a quick physical exam?" She asks. "As you can imagine it's very important to me that my employees are in top health."

"What? Right here and now?" Asks Robbie. He thinks he knows what a physical exam is but he certainly wasn't expecting to have to undergo one in a job interview.

"Yes. That way I can assess your suitability for the role. I'm afraid it's essential. But of course if you're not up for it we can always bring this interview to an end?"

Reluctantly Robbie stands up. He's not comfortable with the idea of being examined by this confident woman but it's taken him so long just to get an interview - he can't flunk out now.

He walks over and stands awkwardly where Clarissa indicates. She strides over - taking in his bulging body and admiring his firm rump. She likes a man with a nice arse and Robbie's looks very promising.

Robbie glances over at her with trepidation. He's intimidated by her and feels claustrophobic in the cramped office.

"Let's get this top off you shall we?" She says soothingly. Robbie looks over at the door wondering if he should make a run for it now - but decides against it.

Robbie feels confused as the woman starts pulling his blazer off. He can't work out what this is all about and stands there rigidly.

But she must know what she's doing. This must just be how all interviews for this kind of office job are. What would he know - he's only ever done manual work before.

Still it seems very strange to have this woman removing his clothing. She's taking her time over it too, almost as though she were savouring it.

Clarissa looks down at his crotch, wondering what he's got hidden in there.

Is it as big has he said? Can she persuade him to let her take a look?

Robbie feels very uncomfortable standing there with the woman so obviously staring at him. "Do we really have to do this?" He asks.

"If you want to stand a chance at getting this job you'll need to cooperate fully," says Clarissa, starting to remove his tie. He can see she's serious and worries that he might have said something out of place.

The woman undoes his shirt. She can feel the hardness of the muscles underneath but is enjoying it too much to rush regardless of how it might be making him feel.

"So you go to the gym a lot do you? Well we'll soon see won't we!" She says.

With that she pulls open his shirt to reveal his muscled torso. It certainly lives up to her expectations.

She runs her hand over it feeling the outline of his pecs. There's something very pleasurable about having a big dumb bodybuilder in her office and under her control.

She takes his shirt off completely, admiring his physique as she does so. Robbie isn't sure why she's looking at him so hungrily but it's making him start to sweat. "Very good," exclaims Clarissa.

"Oh erm thanks. I go to the gym every day. I'm stronger than everyone else in there!" He boasts - feeling a little more confident.

"My muscles are very hard!" He finishes as Clarissa looks at him with renewed interest.

She feels his abs which are indeed rock hard. She could tell straight away he wasn't very bright but he might have other assets that she can exploit.

She tells him to flex his biceps and he does so immediately hoping to impress her.

Although happy to show off he feels uneasy as she feels his arm. He cannot tell what she is thinking - whether the interview is going well or not. But at least the examination isn't as bad as he feared.

That is until the woman grabs hold of his belt and starts to undo it. Suddenly Robbie wonders just where this is all leading. What does this woman want from him? And why must she remove his trousers?

Robbie's previous employment experience has been working in a warehouse so he has no idea what an interview for an office job should be like. It seems wrong to him that it should involve the removal of his trousers. But being intimidated by the smartly dressed woman he lacks the confidence to speak out even though he's getting more and more nervous.

Robbie watches with mounting concern as Clarissa undoes his belt. He's not used to a woman taking charge like this and it feels wrong.

A battle goes on in his mind between his need for this job and his instinct to resist being stripped. "I don't think you should be doing this," he stammers.

But Clarissa knows just how to turn his mind. She moves in as close as possible, pressing her lithe body against him as though about to go in for a kiss.

Robbie is immediately overwhelmed by her proximity and falls silent - in awe of her. She undoes his trousers and starts to slide them down.

He can smell her perfume and feel the warmth of her body and is frozen to the spot. He's never met a woman so supremely confident before and it both excites and terrifies him in equal measure.

"Come now," says Clarissa tapping his hands as he places them over his crotch, "this is all just a normal part of the interview process."

He lets his hands drop to his sides - unable to resist her while she is so close to him. She takes hold of the waistband of his underpants and starts to pull on them.

Her face comes close to his and for a moment he thinks she is really going to kiss him. His heart flutters with desire for the woman in front of him.

With a grin she pulls away and yanks his underwear down. She knows just what she needs to do to tease him and keep him in line. But she's eager to see the contents of his underpants.

And she's not disappointed as his huge heavy penis and big dangling testicles spill out into view. It seems he was being modest when he described them as only 'quite big'.

Having such a large member Robbie always feels awkward when he has to be naked - in the gym he gets changed under a towel. Here in this tiny office he feels particularly embarrassed and immediately covers himself up as best he can.

But Clarissa is having none of it. The glimpse she got of his impressive member has whetted her appetite.

She slaps his hand smartly, chiding him for stopping her from conducting the interview.

With great reluctance Robbie parts his hands so his privates are once again on display. It's one thing to have big muscles but he finds having a big penis a burden.

Clarissa is very impressed with Robbie. She can tell how ashamed he's feeling but that's of no concern to her. What's important is that she can manipulate him - giving her a big naked man to play with.

She looks at him sternly. "I shall have to take a look at this," she says, "I need to be sure it won't get in the way of your ability to do the job."

She crouches down next to the big man keeping her face impassive so as not to give away her excitement.

Robbie tenses up as she kneels before him her face inches away from his exposed genitals. He can feel her breath on his penis and it makes his skin tingle.

He gulps - what if he gets a hard-on in front of her? Would that count against him in the interview?

Clarissa flicks his weighty appendage with her finger sending it flying to one side.

It flops back heavily to its original position. She's never come across a penis so big. It will be fun to play with it a while and see what happens.

Robbie is so confused by what's happening that he just doesn't know how to react. In a normal sexual situation he'd be able to enjoy having a woman play with his dick. But here it feels like he is doing something wrong.

Clarissa hefts his penis up and examines it closely. Robbie wonders what she is looking for. He wishes she'd stop touching it as he's not sure he'll be able to control himself.

Clarissa peers at his veiny cock with interest, mentally comparing it to other men she has interviewed. She takes her time aware that her actions are making him uncomfortable and enjoying the effect she's having on him.

Robbie gets increasingly nervous the longer the woman toys with his privates. He feels like he's being evaluated and is terrified that he might not be considered good enough to work at Walker Swallow Money Management.

Clarissa looks up at him and has to struggle to stop herself from laughing. He looks so serious - his face screwed up like he's trying to concentrate really hard at something.

He chews on his lip getting more and more worried that his penis might become hard with the woman's continued touching of it.

"Do you find this causes you problems?" Enquires Clarissa. "It must be awfully cumbersome having this thing restrained by underwear. Would you object to working in the nude? It would be so much more comfortable for you."

"I don't know..." he mutters - concerned by the idea of having to be naked all the time. Clarissa meanwhile weighs his testicles in her hand.

She jiggles them up and down. They feel very bulky and full which pleases her as it means he'll be easier to take advantage of.

"And your balls must be aching for release," she continues, "when did you last empty them?"

"I can't quite think," he says - so many thoughts rushing around inside his head that it's hard to focus. Clarissa can feel his penis start to thicken in her hand.

Suddenly something happens that completely freaks out the big man. A loud knock at the door snaps him out of his mental haze.

Adrenalin coursing through his system he instinctively makes a grab for his shirt to try and cover himself up. Imagine how awful it would be if someone were to walk in and see him stark naked in front of the female interviewer!

Clarissa is reluctant to let go of Robbie's penis and is amused by the way he's panicking.

Robbie cannot understand how the woman can be so calm as he clumsily puts his arms through the sleeves of his shirt while Clarissa eases herself up.

She watches with a grin as he struggles to get dressed, enjoying the look of fear on his face.

She notices that he's so focused on getting his shirt on that he's left his meaty cock and balls hanging out on display.

But he soon realises and grabs his underwear and starts pulling it up. "Come in!" Calls out Clarissa in a clear voice. 'What the hell is she doing?' Robbie thinks to himself, 'I'm still half naked.'

He whips his underpants up crushing his penis and testicles in the process. He imagines how much trouble he'll be in now! He thinks there's no way he'll be getting this job.

There's no time to get fully dressed so Robbie has to stand there with his shirt hanging open and only his pants to cover his privates. He puts his hands over them to try and hide the obvious bulge from sight and looks mournfully at Clarissa, the two of them waiting to see who comes through the door.

Being stripped naked and unceremoniously groped by Clarissa is hugely embarrassing for Robbie. He isn't at all comfortable with the attention given to his extra large cock and worries that he might become erect. But that's nothing to the terror he feels when there is a loud knock at the door and Clarissa invites whoever it is to come in...

Robbie is horrified at the thought of being seen in such an obviously compromising position. What will the visitor think? It's clear that something has been going on. There's simply no time for him to get properly dressed.

The door opens and a smartly dressed woman walks in. Having heard strange scuffling noises coming from the office she wonders if she's come to the right place.

"Oh! Ursula!" Says Clarissa, "Do come in. You're right on time." Robbie fiddles with his shirt trying to make himself look more presentable - which is difficult given that his trousers are still down round his ankles.

Ursula Nordic walks into the room then stops abruptly at the sight of the well-built man partially clothed and stood next to Clarissa. She's taken by surprise and wonders what's going on.

"I was just interviewing Robbie here for a potential sales position," says Clarissa without the slightest hint of shame or embarrassment, "I need to be sure he's got the right stuff before deciding whether to employ him or not."

"Of course, I totally understand," says Ursula, "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting. I can always go away and come back later."

"Not at all. I'm finished with Robbie for the time being. He's been very cooperative and I'm pleased with what I've seen so far." Robbie feels awkward standing there with the two women openly discussing him. He manages to pull his trousers up and fastens them at the waist making himself a little more presentable.

"Please, come in and take a seat over here," continues Clarissa enthusiastically. She has high hopes for Ursula.

Ursula walks over to the chair that Clarissa has indicated, her eyes fixed on the man in front of her. She likes what she sees and hopes if she performs well she might get to conduct such interviews herself.

She sits down and the two women watch in silence as Robbie tries to finish getting dressed without drawing too much attention to himself. He starts to sweat under their penetrating gazes.

He wonders who this new woman is and why she is here. Does this mean his interview is over? Has he got the job? He stands there uncertainly wondering what to do.

"Ursula is here for a training session," says Clarissa, finally addressing a confused Robbie, "it might be useful for you to sit in so I can judge your potential."

Robbie panics. He's never been very good with learning - beyond how to lift heavy weights at the gym. He doesn't want to appear stupid. But his need for the job makes him agree.

He grabs his jacket from the desk with Clarissa watching him, an amused look on her face. She's enjoying seeing this big man looking so uncomfortable.

Ursula stares at his crotch as he walks over to her, mesmerised by the obvious bulge.

Robbie sits down heavily trying to avoid Ursula's lustful gaze and continues to get dressed. Although more used to wearing gym gear than a suit he just wants to get covered up as much as possible.

"Don't forget your tie," says Clarissa as she passes it to him. There's something satisfying knowing that she can get this man to dress or undress at her command.

Robbie takes it from her and tries to work out how to put it on. His girlfriend had to do it before he left the house as he always finds it difficult with his big hands.

Clarissa is keen to get on with the training and begins writing on the whiteboard. She writes a series of letters down the page that are utterly meaningless to Robbie. "OK," she says, "who can tell me what the first letter stands for?"

She turns to look at the two of them. "Ursula? You should know this - it's a standard sales acronym."

"Money," answers Ursula with a self-satisfied smile. Robbie keeps his mouth firmly shut having no idea what the two of them are talking about and not wanting to risk showing himself up.

Clarissa continues with her presentation with Ursula getting every question right. "And the 'N'? What does that stand for?" Asks Clarissa.

"Need?" Offers Ursula - sure that she's got it right. Robbie has never felt so dumb in all his life and just hopes that he'll be left to sit in silence by the excitable woman at the front.

"Yes - well done Ursula. You have to make people believe that they need whatever it is that you're trying to sell to them. Otherwise you're just wasting your time."

Robbie tries to get his tie on hoping that he'll continue to be ignored and the woman next to him will answer all the questions. He can feel Ursula's penetrating stare and it makes him feel awkward.

Clarissa tears off the top sheet of paper and sticks it to the wall. Robbie freezes instantly as she turns to him: "OK Robbie, now it's your turn."

"What are the second standard set of rules for sales?" She asks. Robbie has absolutely no idea. He racks his brain trying to work out what she's asking him but as it has nothing to do with lifting heavy things he's completely stumped.

Clarissa stares at him impatiently. She knows full well he won't know the answer but she's not going to let him off the hook that easily.

"Erm? I don't know," he admits eventually. Sat next to him, Ursula happily answers: "It's AIDAS," she says.

Clarissa smiles at her and writes it down. Robbie meanwhile hangs his head in shame. This interview seems to have taken a turn for the worst and he realises he'll have to work extra hard if he's to impress his interviewer.

Clarissa works her way through the next acronym which Ursula seems to know off by heart. Every time she answers it makes Robbie feel even more stupid.

Clarissa fires another question at him and he scratches his head before saying that he doesn't know once again. What happens if she thinks he's too dumb for this job? He needs this job to pay for his gym membership not to mention all the supplements!

"Robbie are you even paying attention?" Asks Clarissa crossly. "Well maybe you'll do better on the practical side of the course. You can make the first sales call and Ursula and I will judge your performance."

"You want me to ring someone up?" He questions - worried about having to ring up a total stranger but also relieved that he's being given another chance.

"Yes yes, up you get!" Encourages the woman. This will give her another chance to have some fun with her interviewee.

She watches as he heaves himself up and heads over to her. He's so easy to manipulate it's untrue. Perhaps she'll let Ursula give her hand with this as a reward for getting all the answers right.

"Right - I want you to call this lady about miss-sold PPI. Her name is Mrs Helmholtz and she's in her 60s so should be easy to persuade." Robbie starts to feel under pressure after his dismal performance during the initial training.

"Here's a script to follow. You shouldn't have any trouble getting her signed up. If you do well at this task then it will improve your chances of getting a job here." Robbie hopes he can do what she asks - at least all he has to do is read from a piece of paper. Even he can manage that!

Clarissa hands him the phone and he takes it gingerly. He realises there's a lot riding on this telephone call.

"Oh," adds Clarissa as he prepares to dial, "and while you're doing it Ursula and I will try to distract you. It's important that my sales people are able to cope under pressure and get people signed up no matter what happens."

He leans over and punches in the telephone number from the piece of paper in front of him, going over the first few lines of dialogue in his head.

Ursula stands up gleefully and hurries over. The two women immediately start running their hands up and down his muscular back.

The phone dials and he can hear the other end ringing. He can feel their caresses through his suit and it is highly distracting - but he tries his best to stay focussed.

"Hello. Mrs Helmholtz? My name is Robbie and I'm calling from Walker Swallow Money Management," he begins. Even as he says the words Ursula and Clarissa grab his jacket and start to pull it off. His voice falters - surely the women aren't going to strip him naked while he's on the phone are they?

The moment of truth has arrived. If Robbie can make a success of this sales call it'll make up for his earlier failings. But the two women have no intentions of making it easy for him. As he starts speaking to Mrs Helmholtz, Clarissa and Ursula approach him determined to try and distract him from his all important task.

Robbie has only just begun the call and already is feeling flustered. He has to strain to understand the elderly woman on the other end of the line and meanwhile the two women seem to be trying to remove his jacket.

"Yes, that's right - Walker Swallow Money Management - we deal with PPI compensation." Mrs Helmholtz is clearly having as much difficulty in understanding him so Robbie has to practically shout down the phone.

"What? No, I'm not selling double glazing. You've been miss sold payment protection insurance on the loan you took out four years ago." He keeps glancing at the script on the desk trying to ignore what the women are doing to him.

"We believe you're entitled to substantial compensation from the financial institution involved." He knows how much there is riding on the success of this call but it doesn't make it any easier.

The two women work together, grinning behind the big man's back. Ursula in particular is keen to see what he looks like naked and paws at his shirt eagerly.

He has to keep passing the phone from hand to hand to keep hold of it while the women remove his shirt. How do they expect him to concentrate when they are stripping him? And how far do they intend to go?

"We have a proven track record at getting the maximum payout for our clients on a no win, no fee basis." Robbie doesn't really understand the words he's reading out and Mrs Helmholtz keeps interrupting him to talk about her cat.

With his top off Ursula and Clarissa make a grab for his nipples and start playing with them. It feels very strange to him and Robbie forgets where he is in the script. He starts to repeat the previous line before realising his mistake.

The women exchange loaded glances behind his back. They are loving the opportunity to take advantage of this big dumb man - neither particularly cares if he makes a sale or not.

They push and pull him about whilst running their hands all over his muscular torso. He feels like he's being treated like a piece of meat but thinks this must just be the way interviews for office jobs are carried out.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure you'll get enough compensation to treat your cat to the very best cat food money can buy!" Clarissa feels Robbie's abs while he tries to get the conversation back on track.

She squeezes his bicep impressed with how big it is. A man like this could make mincemeat of the two of them if he so wanted. It's a good job that he's too dumb to question their authority over him.

"What? No I can't come round and fix your boiler. I'm trying to assist you with making a claim!" Robbie is finding it very difficult to get through to the woman on the other end of the line.

Clarissa taps him on the shoulder and points to the notes on the wall. He looks round and tries desperately to remember what she said the relevance of the word 'need' is. "You really need this money!" He says enthusiastically.

Clarissa shakes her head and scowls at him and he realises he's got it wrong. She directs his attention back to the script and he pauses while trying to find his place. The women never leave his body alone the whole time.

"Proven track record... I've said that bit. Oh yes - here it is! With one simple form you can authorise Walker Swallow Money Management to act on your behalf." He rushes, stumbling over the words as his concentration is totally gone.

"WHAT THE!?" He shouts as Clarissa's hand wanders down to his crotch. "No, not you Mrs Helmholtz. Just my colleagues here." He realises he'll have to be more careful. If the woman hangs up on him his chances of getting the job will be zero.

Ursula is enjoying having free reign to play with the muscled man but she's also impatient to see what else he has to offer.

She whispers to Clarissa. The two women seize hold of his belt and start undoing it.

Robbie realises with a start what their intentions are but there's nothing he can do about it. He's so desperate for employment he'll put up with almost anything.

They let his trousers drop to the floor and immediately grab hold of his underpants and start to tug on them. It's a shock for him but he daren't resist them.

He tries his best to engage Mrs Helmholtz on the phone and sell the benefits of their services but it's so difficult when there are two women sliding down your underwear!

An instant later and his big thick penis and heavy balls are once again on display in the cramped office. Ursula is excited by Robbie's impressive manhood and hopes Clarissa will let her play with it.

"Yes, all you have to do is sign the form and post it back to us. We'll do all the rest." Robbie gulps as Ursula and Clarissa take his privates in their hands. He knows he should be focussing on the words he has to say but it's hard not to have sexual thoughts when there are two women teasing him like this.

He frowns, totally losing his concentration when Clarissa yanks on his cock while Ursula squeezes his balls. Another inane question from the woman on the phone brings him back to his senses.

Clarissa gesticulates at the word 'desire' on the wall as if to taunt him. He's terrified that if his own desire should show he'll be slung out of the office for making an exhibition of himself.

"You don't have to pay us a penny if we don't win your case Mrs Helmholtz." Robbie's mind begins to drift as he feels himself start to get aroused. He fights it even though it would be easy to give in and let himself go.

Ursula grasps his thickening member and flaps it about loving its weighty heft in her hand. She can tell her actions are making him uncomfortable but that doesn't matter - just as long as Clarissa is happy for her to play with his naked body.

They let him go briefly so they can get his trousers and underwear off properly. They don't want him to be able to grab them and pull them back up.

Robbie looks down forlornly feeling all the more vulnerable as the two women relieve him of his clothing. They clearly aren't intending to let him go any time soon.

Ursula grabs hold of his cock once again but Clarissa thinks it's time to check out Robbie's muscular behind and starts to turn him round.

She points out another of the impenetrable phrases on the wall leaving Robbie to try and figure out how it fits in with what he has to say.

She takes a look at his firm round rump and cannot resist giving it a smack with her hand.

He's certainly a very fit specimen and although utterly useless as a salesman, might make a nice decorative addition to the office. Working in the nude of course.

Ursula joins in and the two of them mercilessly maul his exposed buttocks. They both know that touching such an intimate part of such a macho man is taking a huge liberty.

It's just so tempting to grab handfuls of his flesh and squeeze! They can hear his voice falter on the phone but neither are particularly interested.

It feels very strange to Robbie as they pull his buttocks apart stretching the entrance to his anus. He completely loses track and the room falls silent.

Clarissa chides him and starts pointing at the wall again. Robbie switches his gaze between the words on the posters and those he can just about make out on the script on the desk.

It's very emasculating for a tough man more used to throwing heavy weights around in the gym. He doesn't like being treated like this but at the same time is actually scared of the confident women.

Ursula grabs hold of his penis once again and Robbie feels like his senses are reaching overload. Trying to talk, think and listen all the while he's getting pleasurable sensations from his dick and discomfort from his backside - is all too much.

He starts stuttering, having difficulties getting the words out. He's never experienced anything so intense in his entire life.

Clarissa wonders just how far he'll let them go. He seems very malleable so she decides to take it to the next level.

She guides him round and instructs him to get up on the desk. "I'm sure it will be worth your while Mrs Helmholtz! We have a high satisfaction rate with all our clients." He wonders with trepidation what's going to happen next.

He's such a big man that he's very ungainly on the small desk. It's a very awkward position to be in but at least he can see the script better now. Perhaps that's why Clarissa wanted him up on the table - to make it easier for him?

But Clarissa has other plans for her beefy interviewee. She makes her intentions clear to Ursula who can barely contain her glee!

Robbie suddenly starts to get very nervous indeed hearing the two women giggling by his exposed anus. He tries to dismiss the thought that suddenly enters his head..."Mrs Helmholtz? Are you still there?" He realises he's neglecting his call - but a wave of fear washes over him as he realises what a helpless position he's in.

Whilst being stripped totally naked by the two fully-clothed women was embarrassing for Robbie, nothing compares to the feelings of vulnerability from being on all-fours on the desk with his anus on display. He knows he must convince Mrs Helmholtz to sign up to their service - but a sense of dread starts to overtake him.

Robbie can hear the two women whispering behind him but cannot quite make out what they are saying. "Oh yes - you can call us any time if you have any questions - day or night," he says down the phone trying to return his attentions to the call.

He feels a strange sensation when Ursula grabs hold of his buttocks and pulls them apart - stretching his sphincter.

Then he feels something else that makes him stop mid sentence. A finger pressing against the entrance to his anus!

Clarissa expertly slides her finger into Robbie's backside. She can feel his sphincter clench tight around it but applies more pressure until she can work her way in.

She drives it all the way into him - pleased to hear a muffled yelp coming from the big man on the desk. It's satisfying knowing that she can do such an invasive thing to Robbie - with him so desperate to impress her he'll allow her to do anything.

Although her finger is very slim, the pain Robbie feels is intense and like nothing he's ever experienced before. It makes him gasp and then he has to apologise to Mrs Helmholtz yet again!

Clarissa starts to fuck Robbie's arse with her finger. It's her way of showing him who's boss, a way of showing him his place if she generously decides to employ him.

The women look at one another and grin mischievously. Ordinarily a macho bloke like Robbie wouldn't allow a woman to take such liberties. But they know they have him right where they want him.

"Oww!" Says Robbie - shocked by just how much it hurts. "No, not you Mrs Helmholtz. Erm... one of my colleagues just trod on my foot."

He can feel every centimetre of the woman's finger probing around inside him as she slides it in and out. Although used to hard manual labour and physical pain from the gym, this catches him totally by surprise.

Clarissa reaches between his legs and grabs hold of his big pendulous cock and balls yanking them backwards sharply. He's certainly an impressive specimen and she's enjoying being able to play with his genitals so freely.

"Oooh," he breaths out slowly trying to block out the pain. The woman on the other end of the line is jabbering in his ear totally unaware of the torment he's going through. He's certainly glad the old lady cannot see what's being done to him.

Clarissa merrily plunges her finger deep inside Robbie's rectum all the while tugging on his penis and testicles. She really doesn't care how well he does on the sales call - it's just an excuse for her to take advantage of him.

She's wants to see how far back she can pull his privates and is surprised by just how stretchy they are.

As well as the physical agony of it all, there is also the deeply disturbing sense of shame at having his anal cavity probed. Robbie can imagine all too vividly how his gym buddies would humiliate him if they ever found out.

The two women laugh openly at the noises Robbie makes and his continued excuses to Mrs Helmholtz. Surely by now he must realise they are going way beyond what is acceptable for a job interview? He must be even dumber than they thought!

Clarissa gives his anus a thorough pounding - determined to open it up and ensure that he remembers this day for a long time to come.

She feels him buck against her repeated penetration but keeps him in place by holding on tightly to his cock and balls.

The longer it goes on the more it hurts and Robbie's arse feels like it's on fire. He tries his best to keep up the sales patter but it's just so difficult to concentrate.

It feels emasculating to be allowing the woman to do this to him. Yet he's scared that if he dares speak up or resist he'll be slung out with no hope of getting work.

He bites his lip trying not to cry out and show weakness - but it's so damned hard when he really wants to bellow out loud.

Clarissa and Ursula meanwhile happily continue tormenting him - relishing the sense of power they have over him.

It's so uncomfortable for such a large man to perch on the desk as it is, coupled with the sharp pain from his backside it's almost unbearable. It's a good job that Mrs Helmholtz seems more interested in talking about herself than listening to the nonsense coming out of Robbie's mouth.

If this is a normal interview for an office job then Robbie wonders how any man can make it. Perhaps working in the warehouse wasn't so bad after all.

When he was made redundant and couldn't find another job he thought the opportunity of working at Walker Swallow Money Management with its generous bonus scheme could help him pay off his debts.

Now here he is on his hands and knees with two giggling women fucking his arse! It's certainly not how he imagined the interview would go.

He really hopes that when all of this is over he gets offered a job. Otherwise it will all have been for nothing!

Without warning Clarissa withdraws her finger. Even though she is no longer penetrating him his backside still throbs painfully.

"You can get down now," says Clarissa to a hugely relieved Robbie.

Having been in such a cramped position for so long it's uncomfortable for him as he shuffles backwards - still clutching the phone. "Well Mrs Helmholtz there really is only one choice if you want to get a big payout - and that's Walker Swallow Money Management."

Clarissa reaches out to steady him as he stumbles, almost falling off the desk. "If you give me your address I can send you out all the relevant paperwork," continues Robbie - finding it a little easier to speak without a finger up his bottom.

It feels good to finally be standing up again, although his legs are still a little shaky. Hopefully he's shown that he can cope under pressure and will be allowed to complete the call without further fuss.

"No Mrs Helmholtz, your ADDRESS, I need your ADDRESS so I can post the forms to you." He's nearly there - if he can just get her address and verbal agreement then he'll have completed the call successfully.

But while he's speaking Ursula and Clarissa start to encircle him and he can feel himself tense up once again.

He feels trapped between them and his awareness of his nudity increases. He takes a deep breath trying to calm himself and get the call over and done with.

"Oh my God!" He exclaims as Ursula seizes his hefty penis in her hand. That doesn't go down too well with his potential customer. "I'm sorry Mrs Helmholtz - I didn't meant to offend you by taking the Lord's name in vain."

"My.... Goodness!" He manages to catch himself this time but he's still shocked when Clarissa grabs hold of his testicles and squeezes them while the other woman strokes his penis.

He looks down in a state of fear and confusion. Just what are these two trying to do to him? He can feel himself start to become aroused all over again.

He can hear the old lady berating him down the phone but he now has even more to worry about - like the very real possibility of getting an erection in front of his interviewer and the other woman. Robbie isn't sure how much more of this he can take...

If Robbie didn't need this job so much he'd have run out of the office a long time ago. He's intimidated by Clarissa and Ursula who seem so confident and in charge. He knows it would be wrong to get hard in front of them but his body is starting to respond to their touch and he feels totally out of control.

"Yes I'm still here Mrs Helmholtz," says Robbie. The woman on the other end of the phone carries on talking totally unaware of the humiliation he's going through.

Ursula and Clarissa smile at each other - this is turning out to be a very exciting day for both of them. Neither expected to have such a well endowed man to play with.

With glee Ursula strokes his penis feeling it thicken in her grip.

"Keep going," urges Clarissa as he falters. Somehow the knowledge that there is an old woman on the other end of the phone while all this is going on makes it seem all the worse to Robbie.

"We... we... are the number one company for assisting with PPI claims," he stutters - glancing across at the script lying on the desk. It's so hard to concentrate as the two women close in on him.

Clarissa squeezes his testicles. She can feel them writhing around in the palm of her hand and knows he's getting turned on.

The two of them are enjoying the way his speech falters as their ministrations take effect. It just shows how much power they have over him.

Robbie starts breathing heavily. He lets Mrs Helmholtz prattle on as feelings of arousal start to take him over.

Clarissa bounces his balls in her hand knowing that everything she does will bring him closer to climax. She wants to drive him completely over the edge.

She takes over his dick and starts to wank him. She places a hand on his firm backside to make sure he remains in place. But she doesn't think he has the wit to try and resist.

Robbie becomes aware that his potential customer is asking him something repeatedly. He tries to focus on her voice through the haze but it's so hard.

"Don't forget how important this is," reminds Clarissa and after a few attempts he manages to mumble an answer - but his mind is definitely no longer on the call.

Clarissa squeezes his arse eliciting a groan from the big man. He forgets who he is and where he is - only able to think about the sensations flowing through his body.

"Yes. Yes. I see," he says - encouraging Mrs Helmholtz to keep talking so he doesn't have to try and think of things to say.

The two women bundle him into a chair so they can finish what they've started.

It's a relief to be sat down - his body still aches from being crouched down on the desk - and he feels weak and helpless.

Clarissa grabs hold of his python like penis and tugs on it. It just seems to keep getting bigger and bigger the more she works it!

But she's determined to make this hulk of a man cum for her to prove her superiority over him.

She swaps hands - it's a struggle to try and keep hold of the huge beast between his legs.

She expertly manipulates his cock hearing soft moans come from his lips as she does so.

"Oh Mrs Helmholtz!" Wails Robbie - overcome by lust as Clarissa masturbates him. He tries his hardest to fight it but it's a battle he can't win.

"I... I... I'm sorry," he blurts out, "I'm just a bit distracted right now." He knows that's not the right thing to say but he's beyond making up something clever to cover his outbursts.

It's amusing to Clarissa how simply playing with his penis has such a powerful effect on the man. Without really trying she's able to render him speechless!

His vision blurs and his head spins but he tries to keep going on the call, a distant part of his mind telling him it's important.

Clarissa carries on pumping away at his cock. She's never encountered one so large before and it's taking a lot of effort.

But her efforts are soon rewarded when Robbie gives in and a loud moan escapes his lips.

He ejaculates profusely - a thick stream of semen spurting out of the end of his cock.

Clarissa carries on working away, wanking him off as he orgasms.

His big balls don't disappoint and there is a lot of sperm to come out as they empty themselves all over the floor.

"Ooooooh! Aaaaaah!" The sounds Robbie makes confuse Mrs Helmholtz who wonders if there's a crossed line or something. But for that moment he's so caught up in the climax that he forgets everything else.

The two women giggle with delight as Clarissa coaxes the last of the sticky stuff out.

She holds his penis and strokes it until every drop has been milked from him. Robbie starts to come to his senses a little and realises what he's just done.

Clarissa looks up at him sternly: "Look at the mess you've made!" She says crossly.

"I have to go Mrs Helmholtz. Nice talking to you. I'll get the forms in the post." Everything returns to sharp focus and he suddenly realises he may have blown the interview.

He places the received down with some relief. But even though he no longer has to deal with the infuriating Mrs Helmholtz he realises that shooting his load on the office floor won't have done him any favours.

"Do you really think it's appropriate to ejaculate in a job interview?" Clarissa asks severely. "Go and get dressed - right now."

Feeling sorry for himself and with his weighty penis dangling moistly between his legs, Robbie gets up. Does this mean he hasn't got the job?

The women watch his broad back and firm muscular behind as he shuffles over to the corner where his clothes lie.

They look at each other and try to suppress their urge to laugh out loud. But they just can't resist the chance to tease him like this.

He quickly pulls up his underpants then his trousers - feeling a little more comfortable with his privates restrained within them.

Even though he's scared of her answer he feels he has to ask Clarissa about the job. Otherwise it will have been for nothing! "So... erm... how did I do? Do you think I'll make a good salesman?"

"Salesman?" Questions Clarissa, "Oh no - you haven't been interviewed for a sales position. With Ursula here I have enough for that. No, you're being evaluated for the role of office tea boy."

"And you will of course be working naked at all times. That's a condition of employment. Do you accept?" Robbie thinks about it and having no other choice reluctantly agrees.

The women look at him as he dresses, knowing all along that they'd get their own way with this big dumb brute. He can do simple menial chores and keep them entertained with his massive penis.

As he gets his jacket on Robbie sees his future all too clearly: Having to undergo naked humiliation on a daily basis at the hands of these two imperial women. But for someone with his limited skills he must accept it all for the sake of having a job...

PPI Compensation Sales: Robbie