“Um, sure!” Carl blushed a little. “Go for it, if that’s what you need!” Men and boys, Mollie knew from experience, really were a mixed bag when it came to this part of the process. Some were rock-hard from the moment they arrived, pitching tents in the front of their trousers before they’d even got to the inspection room, while others were so nervous or self-conscious they struggled to even raise a smile. Fortunately, Carl’s sausage seemed to respond to the gentle stroke of her fingertips the way she hoped and in moments he was standing at full attention.

“That’s what we’re looking for!” Mollie grinned, tapping the sensitive head playfully and taking up her tape measure once more to measure root to tip then wrapped it around to record the girth. “Nice!” she nodded approvingly. “That will make someone a tasty treat!” Carl blushed again but smiled. There was an oddly formal politeness to his demeanour which the young woman found very endearing. “Okay,” she explained, putting the tape measure away, “I’m going to feel various parts of your body now then I’ll work out your overall grade. Just try to relax, keep your shoulders loose.”

Getting what was likely the most awkward part for him out of the way first, she squeezed his erect manhood then cupped his heavy oyster pouch in her hand and squeezed slightly, making mental notes this time rather than calling out the individual grades as she knew that this could lead to confusion and overly complicated questions. Next she felt his arms then his pectoral muscles, asking him to tense and flex as much as he could. She then felt his belly, pushing into it with her thumbs, before moving behind him and giving his rump and thighs a good investigative squeeze.

“Okay!” she grinned, walking over to the terminal and playfully bumping Doug off the seat with her hip before entering the individual scores. “You’ll be delighted to know you’ve been graded a nine point five!” she informed him, her cheerful smile concealing the slight sting of jealousy that he had scored higher than her, even by only half a point. “That’s as damn near perfect as most volunteers can get! Right, now we just need the pictures.”

She had the naked young man recreate the poses that she herself had struck barely half an hour earlier, photographing him from the front, from behind and from both sides, pleased to see that his erection lasted the whole session. She supposed that he had been holding it back through will power and good manners but, now it had been given permission to blossom, it would be sticking around for the foreseeable! For all his good qualities, Carl was not a natural poser and it took several attempts at each angle to get them right but eventually Mollie had everything she needed to complete his profile.

“That’s us done!” she smiled, standing up and gesturing towards the young man’s clothes on the chair to indicate that he was free to put them back on. “We can see you out now or if you need to take a few minutes?” she looked down pointedly between his legs. “I can have Doug show you where the bathrooms are?”

“No, I should be fine.” Doug smiled politely with a hint of sheepishness. “When will my profile go live?”

“It’s logged on the system now.” Mollie explained as he pulled on his underpants followed by his trousers which he zipped up before sitting down, shirtless, to put on his shoes and socks. The quirks of how other people dressed or undressed was a source of constant fascination for Mollie and she loved the way everyone had their own specific order and system without it probably ever occurring to them that anyone else did it differently! “We’ll be in touch as soon as there are any suitable matches then you will have forty eight hours to confirm your consent and availability and we’ll take things from there! Now,” she stood and smiled professionally as Carl also stood back up and began to button up his shirt, “if you don’t mind, I’ll leave you in Doug’s capable hands to answer any final questions and see you out. I have to go meet my next volunteers!” She shook Carl’s hand once more and left the two young men in the inspection room then headed down the corridor back towards reception.

Approaching the office on her left, she wanted nothing more than to pop in and check her emails, to see if there had been any response from Courtney but she resisted the urge. What was that folksy axiom her Grandma always used to say when she was being impatient and would keep staring out the window waiting for the postman or going back every ten minutes to see if the cress seeds on the wet paper towel on the window sill had started to sprout yet? A watched pot never boils! It was barely half an hour since she had sent the email. Even if her potential customer had spotted and opened it, she would only just be beginning discussions. There would definitely not be a reply yet and, besides, she knew the sisters and their mum were likely already waiting for her in reception, impatient to begin their assessment. Although she slowed as she passed the office door, she did not stop and quickened her pace as soon as she was past it.

The waiting room was even fuller than it had been when she collected Carl, mostly with girls in their late pre-teens to mid teens, the core of their inventory, but a few outliers age-wise on either side and a few boys. It was hard to tell who was there in a group and who had just formed situational friendships while waiting their turn. Looked around, she spotted a tired-looking woman sitting in the middle of two girls, about three years apart in age and both with light brown hair, the older girl’s long in a ponytail and the younger’s in a near bob, with the resigned air of a parent who has had to put themselves between their two children to keep them from squabbling, although they seemed to be waiting reasonably peacefully for the moment.

“Jessica and Marcia Alsop?” she asked with a professional smile.

“That’s us!” the younger girl threw down the comic she had been distracting herself with and hopped off her seat. “Come on, Jess!”


To be continued...