"I must say that all of you performed very well," said Ms. Kuznetova looking at us.
I was sitting in front of this rich lady on the deck of her big yacht, floating on the open waters. Together with me were other three guys, all of us being on a trial for a job. I was trying to get the chef position. We four were the ones she selected from several dozens of people. Now, after spending three days serving on the yacht we were summed to her to hear what she decided for us.
"Thank you ma'am," we all said.
"I am pleased with you so far, but before hiring you, I must make sure that I can trust you," she said.
We didn't interrupt her, just waited for her to continue and tell us what she meant with that.
"Good servants are not all what I'm looking for. I'm looking for loyal people too. People that can keep my secrets, people that I can trust."
That made sense. She was a rich woman, had probably her habits, her secrets and didn't want them divulged by the first comer.
"Can I trust you?" she asked from her chair in the shade.
"Yes ma'am," I said, and the other guys answered the same.
"For instance, when I tan naked on the deck, can I trust you not to take pictures of me and sell them for money?"
"Yes ma'am," we said and I tried to picture her walking naked on the deck. Though she was in her late thirties, she had a great body, with very large breasts. She was the kind of woman whose pictures men would use to jerk off.
"Can I trust you that you won't disclose things you'll hear or listen?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am," we answered again.
"Of course, you're contracts will contain clauses for not disclosing information, but besides that I will put you to a test. I need to check your sincerity and obedience. That is a good way to build trust."
She paused and we waited and our silence was just an agreement to her terms. But I was curious what this test she was having in mind was all about.
"All right then. The first thing I want you to do for me is taking off all your clothes," she said.
"Naked?" asked Valeri, one of the guys who was sitting next to me.
"Yes naked!" said Ms. Kuznetova and her voice was commanding. I looked at her, then to the other guys and there was a silent, common understanding that we should do just as she said. So we follow her request and started to undress. I removed all my clothes and stood naked in front of her. I did a quick peek at the other guys as they finished undressing, just like they all did. Valeri had a small cock but his hanging balls were impressive; big and emanating force. Kolea, the next guy had a huge cock, probably twice as big as mine. I saw a trace of envy in the eyes of the other guys. Anyone wished to have a cock like that. And then the last one was Alexei, and his cock was not too big, at least not as big as Kolea's, but pretty tick. It looked like I was the smallest in the group. At least soft.
"This is a good start," said Ms. Kuznetova. "It shows that you are ready to obey." She stopped and just looked at us for a while. Then she continued.
"Now I want to see how sincere you can be. Tell me, which of you jerked off since you embarked on this yacht?"
That was a question I didn't expect, and neither the other guys. I did that twice and now I was feeling ashamed. I hoped I could get away with it without telling the truth. But none of us said anything so she spoke again.
"Don't think you can foul me. If you don't speak you'll fail on me. I don't think you want that. So I'll ask you again, for the second and last time, who jerked off on my yacht?"
"I did," said Kolea and looked as ashamed as I was.
"Me too," I acknowledged.
"Me too," said Alexei and Valeri at the same time.
"Just as I expected," she said looking triumphant at us. "See, it wasn't that hard."
We acknowledged in silence, but I was still not very comfortable for admitting that.
"Come closer," she said. "I want to have a better look."
I did as asked and made a few steps forward and the other guys followed me. We stopped one meter from her, but she waved her hand telling us to move closer. We made a semicircle around her chair sitting shoulder to shoulder. She leaned forward and grabbed Koleas cock into her hands.
"This is a treasure on a woman's yacht," she said smiling. "Would you guys agree?" she asked us.
"A... yes ma'am," I said.
She turned her attention to me and she grabbed my cock in her right hand, while she kept Kolea's in her left hand.
"Such a small cock," she said, "but what a piece of foreskin." She pinched my long foreskin with her fingers, and pulled it hard, stretching it as much as she could.
"I just love your foreskin, Dmitri" she said. "Pity it's at the end of such as small cock."