With a flick of her finger, the button popped right open and I watched with rapt attention as she lowered her eyes to stare right into her own bosom, one I could see a hint of but nothing more.
With the oversized shirt she wore, there was no way to know what was hidden underneath her chest unless she decided to show it.
One look at Ben and I could tell that he was completely calm and no hint of Impatience could be found on his face as he stared at her slowly moving fingers, as she struggled to get the fourth button of the shirt she wore.
I so desperately wanted to help her, even as I did my best to keep a calm and unconcerned expression on my face, even as I watched the fourth button pop open to reveal that she wore nothing underneath the huge shirt she wore.
I stared at the pale white skin that was shown explicitly to my eyes, as my eyes were glued to her chest, but I had barely begged her to continue with whatever she had been doing when she suddenly jumped on her feet grabbing something from the box in her hands.
She moved to walk towards Ben, who instantly shook his head and pointed at me.
My eyes widened slightly in shock at his direct action, and widened even more when she merely shrugged and turned to walk towards me, dropping to her knees in between my legs.
With Marilyn I was hard and then I was not….
"You have three minutes…" Ben called out in an absolute voice that showed that he wouldn't change his mind and I couldn't help groan in agony.
Karen hadn't even touched me but I was already hard but that didn't make me happy especially since whatever was going to follow was merely going to be torture.
"Haa…" I mentally gasped as I watched her button down one more, right before digging both arms into her shirt and heaping out two mighty boobs, with perky red nubs for me to feast on.
"Maybe it's not so bad…" I sighed watching her unzip my pants, and pop my cock right out, right into the center of the two watermelons waiting for me to settle in.
My cock was hard and ready only for her to move her attention to the bottle in her hand, turning its content onto her boobs, as she began to smear it all over the insides and the protruding tips.
"One minute, thirty seconds…" Ben yelled.
As much as I enjoyed the view, I also had the sudden urge to yell at her to get a move in.
She was the one who started it, then why was she being so slow…
She however continued to fondle with her breasts going ahead to massage the nipples, as she rolled them in between her fingers as I watched.
I couldn't take my eyes off them. She plucked , pinched them until they turned bright red and I would have loved nothing more but to lean forward and taste them, as I salivated over them in my seat.
My dick got even harder, something I thought wasn't possible, as I throbbed to be touched only for me to hear Ben speak again.
"Thirty seconds…."
I wanted to cry.
But just when I thought I would have to put my dick back into my pants, I felt her grab it and wrap her hand around it before pulling it closer to her chest right between the two soft molds on it.
"Aaah…" I groaned out loud in delight as she squished them against my cock, the visual and physical pleasure was beyond stimulating as I patiently waited for her to begin moving them against my dick.
"Time's up…" Ben yelled.
With a clear expression of shock on my face, I watched her instantly jerk back, leaving my cock hanging as it mournfully pointed at the ceiling, dripping tears of abandonment.
In a few seconds, she was off the ground and had buttoned her shirt while I stared at her in a slight daze with my cock out in the open.
"Thank you Karen, you may leave…." Ben said to her, and a few seconds later she was gone while I stared at my engorged cock, that was still pulsing and throbbing, covered in lube and ready to go.
I did my best to hide the bitter expression on my face as I painfully shoved my hard member back into my pants with a hard groan, not wanting the next candidate which could be a man to see it.
I was pissed….I was angry but still I couldn't help but be a little expectant.
Would the next candidate be tall or short, busty or slim. Would she be skilled or…
"That would be all for today," Ben told me as he began to pack all the toys that had been laid out on the table and on the floor back into the box one after the other.
"Wh…what do you mean by that?" I openly stammered in blatant shock.
"What about the remaining seven or so that had been sitting outside?"
"I paged Melissa to send them home," Ben calmly replied with a huge smirk on his face.
"Why??" I half-yelled, more out of desperation than annoyance.
"Because work hours are way over and going above it by more than one hour would be problematic," Ben replied with a shrug, while all I could do was frown as I felt the still pulsing member stuck in my pants.
Ben was my boss and the manager of the toy factory and he was the one that held the audition.
The women did whatever they did of their own freewill which meant that I had no say whatsoever in being experimented with even though I didn't mind.
Which was why even now, I knew I had no right to kick up a fuss.
"But I have to say that each one of those women looked pretty delicious. You had a taste so you would definitely know better than me,"
"Really…" I mentally groaned in my mind, choosing not to respond back to him, even If I openly glared at him.
"Is that why I'm the only one with this pain in my pants?" I wanted to yell, as I watched Ben begin to hum delightfully to himself as he picked up the box in his hands and headed straight for the door.
I would have already walked off and left, if it wasn't so hard to walk.
Right as he was about to open the door and leave with a smile on his face, he turned to look straight at me.
"You're going with me to the underground competition right?"
"Is that what it is?" I asked with an angry expression still plastered on my face.
"Are you going or not?" He asked with a smirk on his face, turning his hands against the door handle, creaking it open with a nonchalance that showed that he was prepared to leave at that exact moment, which meant I no longer had any more time to think about it.
"Fine…" I groaned, confident that it was my lower brain making the decisions but still unwilling to say no considering the fact that it was likely that it was bound to be a long night.
"Good," Ben instantly replied.
"Remember to bring your card,"
That was the last thing he said before slamming the door behind him after walking out of the hall.
"Urghhh…" I groaned in annoyance as I looked down at the bulge in my pants that refused to go down.
What the hell was in that lube.