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part of the erotic priestess in the video. She bit her lip to conceal her involuntary, slightly wide-eyed reaction in the in-character gesture of slightly aroused apprehension.
    Sarah couldn’t suppress the thought that flashed through her mind at that point. Am I going to have to put my face between her legs? Is she going to ‘audition’ me that way, right here in this New York office building? What the hell is waiting for me on the other side of that door the ‘priestess’ just came through?
    “Sarah,” the woman said, extending a hand. Her dark, wavy hair fell loose down her back and her olive skin, accentuated lightly but with extraordinary grace by exactly the right shade of lip gloss and exactly the right color of eye shadow, made Sarah wonder whether the priestess actually had a career as a supermodel. “I’m Claudia Monti, the director of US operations for Ostia. So nice to meet you.” A very elusive, faintly Italian accent, as if Claudia had grown up in three different European countries that spoke romance languages, then attended English boarding school and university.
    Sarah shook the proffered hand, not needing to feign intimidation in any way. She felt the atavistic fear and, much more strongly, envy of the girl who knows her standard-issue fresh-faced prettiness will never measure up to the allure of the woman in front of her. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said hesitantly, trying to get control of her thoughts by weakening the utterance even further than the uncertainty she already felt would have weakened it.
    Without releasing her hand, Claudia looked into Sarah’s eyes for a moment so long it became uncomfortable. The dark brown pools of the woman’s pupils didn’t bore into Sarah’s soul as much as they caressed it, and her body, in a frankly inappropriate way. Involuntarily, Sarah swallowed hard. Suddenly she felt that the chances of her having to kneel in front of Claudia Monti very soon, and perform cunnilingus for the first time, had become great indeed. She recoiled from the image, but it wouldn’t depart from her.
    What would it be like, to see a pussy close up—so much closer up than she had ever even seen her own vagina? To hear a command that she must touch that pussy, kiss it, give it pleasure? That even though she considered herself straight, and looked forward to the sacred moment when a man would finally claim her as his own, with his thrusting cock, she must now give pleasure to another girl’s pussy: she must serve the lusts of the beautiful woman who had lifted her dress to reveal the cleft of her sex, and ordered her to please the woman with her mouth?
    To her mortified astonishment, Sarah felt her own pussy contract, and realized she had begun to dampen the black lace panties she had put on more self-consciously than ever before that morning. She liked lacy underwear, and she always wore it when on one of the few dates she’d had, generally with guys she’d known in her one year of college (having graduated from high school at seventeen) and friends of female friends from high school. But putting on the black lace bra and panties that morning, with the prospect that someone in New York might be looking at her—evaluating her—in them later that day, had made their latent sexiness seem so real that the delicate fabric almost seemed alive, somehow; like its mesh, whispering over her private places, contracted to hold those places more tightly. As if the underwear reserved her, somehow, for the use of the Ostia Agency, whatever they turned out to be.
    A hot blush came to her cheeks, and Claudia released Sarah’s hand at last, smiling. Had she smiled at the blush, specifically? The thought seemed to make her face even hotter.
    “We’re going to go back to my office, Sarah,” Claudia said. “We’ll talk for a little while about what it is we do here at Ostia, and I’ll find out a little more about you. I’ll answer any basic questions you’ve got, at that point.