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  Once lunch was complete he ushered her up and out of the room and somehow he kept her chatting the entire way.

  Without caring that she was in mid-sentence regarding her direct family he turned back and addressed the “serving girl” from the doorway, “Clear the table, clean the entire room, do the dishes, then exercise two hours. Not yet though. Wait two hours in the kitchen first. Do not disturb us. I have some sensitive news to deliver to Ms. Sierra here and we’ll need total privacy for her to let it soak in. ”

  Sierra was startled by the brusqueness of Jones’ tone with the poor serving girl, shocked he would assign her exercise, how odd, and amazed the serving girl accepted the orders with an eager smile on her face. It was all… sort of impressive. Jones’ control over the girl. Her total acceptance of that control. What must that be like? Bad, right?

  Jones urged her further into the room adjoining the dining room and pulled the double doors firmly closed behind them. The room appeared to be some sort of lounge. A lounge that had…. Were her eyes fooling her? A throne?

  The chair, surely it was a fancy chair and not actually a throne, was a huge high-backed gold-inlayed and plush cushioned throne. It was even on a raised dais. Once Jones reclined on it he towered above her. She sat on a sort of fainting couch, backless, directly across from him.

  Sierra realized this was getting pretty weird. She realized that even before she took note of the intricate ivory carvings on the arms and legs of the throne Jones sat on. Little human figures, all female, all well-endowed. They were interlocked back and forth, sometimes hand in hand or hand to ankle, but, more often, ivory mouth to ivory crotch or ivory mammary. Hundreds of them engaged sexually with each other in a gigantic chain with no beginning and no end. The eyes of half the figurines were closed but all the open eyes glinted light. They were little chips of diamond and gem!

  The chair -- throne -- must be worth a fortune but who would want to sit on such a thing?

  Jones obviously.

  “Do you like my throne? ”

  “Not really. ”

  “Is it the gross display of wealth, the vanity of it, or the subject matter? ”

  “All of those I guess. ”

  “Some are impressed. Some are disgusted. I suspect you are both. ”

  “Yeah, it is sort of impressive. ”

  “Tell me, when you look at these lovely ivory figurines carved in exquisite detail and engaged in exquisite carnal pleasures, do you, can you, even for a moment imagine yourself among them locked in frozen heat for eternity? Imagine with something other than dread? Yearning curiosity perhaps? Is there the barest flicker within you of desire? ”

  Sierra paused and was surprised the answer she found within her was complex, too complex to be fully understood, too complex for a simple “no” answer. Nevertheless, she knew what a polite, proper, good girl -- person -- like her must answer.

  “No. ”

  Jones nodded with a slightly patronizing smile and then he climbed down off the bizarre throne. He guided her back to the dining room, already clear of dishes. He returned to his seat at the head of the table and had her sit adjacent to him on his right hand.

  “That is unfortunate Sierra. I so wanted to share my future success with you. To have you on the team. The benefits to you would have been outstanding and far beyond your wildest expectations. I would have changed your life and destiny completely. Sadly, you are clearly not a good fit for the team. You are not suited to our kind of success. ”

  “What? No!What are you talking about!? !I’m a hard worker. ”Suddenly when Sierra felt the partnership she was so leery of inexplicably slipping away she felt a deep loss even though she didn’t even know what she was actually losing. Doubts, suspicion, and young cynicism were all swept away by simple demanding want.

  “It seems that you are ill-suited to joining in our success. Tina was right about you after all. ”

  “Why? What do you mean? What did Tina say about me? This was totally unexpected. Tina was always a good friend. They’d shared good and bad times and many personal confidences. Tina had never spoken ill about her. At least as far as Sierra knew. What the Hell could that little bitch have said to Jones?

  “I may as well tell you, Sierra, what my plan is. I’m sure you’ll understand why you need to make your own arrangements to secure your future. I’m converting the clinic to serving and servicing a group of humanity in deep need. It will be a sex clinic. There are so many misunderstood out there, all alone, with no one to help them. We -- not you, but your former co-workers and I -- will guide them and assist them in their individual sexual quests. ”

  Sierra gulped. This was quite the news.

  “You certainly would not fit in so I must just wish you the best in your future. No need to come back to work today or tomorrow. Or thereafter. I’ll make sure you receive a two week severance package. ”

  “Wait. Wait!I’m a hard worker!Why not me? Why can’t I stay with the clinic… like my friends? ”

  “It’s not your calling apparently. You’re not sexual by nature. You have no awareness of passion. The people we’ll be helping can sense those who do not truly serve their needs. I have no doubt you would work hard but secretly you would seep resentment out of every pore. You would think less of them for their sexuality. Not because it is different. We are all a bit different. No, it would be because they have sexuality and you do not. You would look down on them and I can’t have that. Truth be known, you are the one who should be pitied. ”

  “That’s not true!Why do you think I’m not ‘sexual’? ”

  “Your friend Tina told me of your inability to orgasm and your lack of sexual experience due to being frigid. How can I possibly have a sexually frigid nurse assisting clients who are highly attuned sexually? It would be like buying meat from a vegetarian butcher. I can’t have that underlying hostility and resentment in my clinic. ”

  “It isn’t true. It’s a complete lie!I can’t believe Tina would say those things and I’ll give her a piece of my mind. But it’s all a lie!”

  “Really? ”

  “Of course. ”

  “How can I know which of you is telling me the truth? I happen to know very well that Tina is plenty sexual. Gifted really. If she says you’re not sexual I really must believe her. I don’t think she’d lie. ”

  “She must be… jealous, or… something. I don’t know. I can’t explain it. ”

  “The clients will be at extreme ends of sexual spectrums you cannot even imagine. If you are woefully inexperienced your reactions, even just minute flashes of expression changes, may alienate them, make them feel uncomfortable, and make the clinic fail. If you’re not comfortable with sexuality then they won’t be comfortable with you. ”

  “I told you, Dr. Jones, I’m fine with sexuality. I’m very relaxed about sex. I mean I’m not easy or anything but I’m not uptight. If you asked my Mom, she’d probably say I’m too relaxed. I’ve had lots of boyfriends. ”

  “Have you ever had sex with two men at once? Or a menage-a-trois with a man and a woman? Or any sexual encounters in public? Or any lesbian interactions? ”

  “What, you only want sluts working at your clinic? I’m comfortable sexually, not at all a prude, but I’m no slut either. Come on, Dr. Jones, it’s a clinic, not a brothel. ”

  “Well, I’d hate to deny you such a fantastic opportunity. On the other hand, I’d hate the clinic to fail. There is something you could do to prove to me you are in tune sexually…. ”

  Sierra felt a spike of giddy alarm and swallowed thickly before speaking, “Dr. Jones, I think I know what you’re hinting at. Like I said, I’m no slut. The answer is no. ”

  “No to what? ”

  “You know… no to any sort of sex between us. ”

  Jones laughed harshly, “You’re getting way ahead of the game gir
l. I’ve said nothing about sex between us. No, I think something else could go a good ways to convincing me. ”

  “Oral sex is sex, Dr. Jones!”

  Jones beamed at her, “You really are a forthright and engaging delight. No, all I ask is that you undress in front of me. That and a bit more once we get to it. ”

  “What!? !I’m not going to give you some kind of private strip show. ”

  “I can invite my serving girl in here to watch as well if you did want to put on a real show but I don’t have to. For me, however, you will strip naked. You must decide, with clothes and without job or without clothes and with job. ”

  “That proposal has to be illegal. ”

  “Come now, we’re both adults and nudity is part of the medical profession. ”

  “Why? What the Hell would that prove? ”

  “A certain comfort level with the human body. Necessary in the medical profession but particularly necessary in the field I’ve chosen for the clinic. ”

  “OK, why don’t you strip instead? ”

  “I could join you in professional solidarity but it would only prove you can stand the sight of my nudity. All truth is projected from within. It is how you feel about your body and your ability to experience exhibitionism that matter. ”

  “If I did strip, what else? ”

  “It depends. Maybe nothing because you fail. Strip too shyly or slowly and your chance is over because you would be unworthy of a position in the grand enterprise. Do it well enough and there may be a further test or two. ”

  “I knew it!You want sex with me!”

  “That won’t be necessary. Look, I don’t have all day and there are many worthy candidates. Make up your mind. Say goodbye or take off your clothes. ”

  Sierra considered a long moment. Obviously this situation, this “test” of Dr. Jones, was all some construct just to get her take her clothes off. He was a freak. Well, not really. Sierra knew she was pretty so it was actually quite normal for a man to want to see her naked. A little stripping to make the doctor think she was easy was a small price to pay to keep her job and maybe get a raise out of this. It wasn’t really that big of a deal. Everyone was naked under their clothes anyway. Besides, Dr. Jones was a doctor. Nudity in front of doctors wasn’t the same. They were used to it….

  Sierra stood up and held her pose motionless a moment, internally tottering on top of a precipice she could sense but could not understand.

  Jones more than sensed it. He knew it and he had every intention to push her over the edge, “Tina was right about you, wasn’t she? ”

  That tipped the scales.

  “I don’t know why that little bitch lied like that but, no, I’m not a frigid prude and I’ll just go ahead and prove it now. ”

  Sierra started divesting clothing, too quickly at first because of her anger, but she slowed down in order to make it sexual but not too slutty. Nevertheless her cheeks flushed red. First she refused to look at Jones because it was easier to pretend she was off somewhere alone. No, that was impossible. As she stooped to pull her pants free of her feet and then to pluck off her socks she furtively eyed Jones. He was watching coldly but intently. He wanted a show and she better give it to him or all this would be for nothing.

  Sierra did not strip like a stripper but she did try to relax her body and be sensual. Damn, she was sexually comfortable wasn’t she?

  She got fully naked at last, feeling clumsy.

  Dr. Jones quiet voice seemed to boom in the quiet dining room, “You are a beautiful young lady. I’ve moved from the small feast of our lunch to a much finer feast. Your form is a wonder and I’m sure your vocational training is excellent but beauty and professionalism are not enough. I want to see you move around the room, how you walk nude. Strike various poses. Try your best to be… sexually interesting. ”

  “Hmm,” Sierra twisted her mouth, anxious, a little angry, but then thought better of it. She was already naked. She’d made an investment and couldn’t just walk away.

  She moved about the room, working into it, soon sauntering around the long dining room table, touching the back of each chair with the palm of her left hand but coyly arcing the palm over Jones’ head when she got to him and passed by. She was highly conscious of his gaze on her bare well-formed butt. It surprised her that such an exhibitionist thought somehow did thrill her.

  Suddenly it got much easier. She adopted and embraced her role as sensual performer. She leaned and stretched randomly. She struck shocking poses. She couldn’t help turning to Jones often to send a puckered air kiss his way. She realized she was getting far too into it but couldn’t make herself stop the teasing flirting.

  After a head-rushing minute she found herself bent at the waist, breasts dangling over a chair back, their tender undersides wobbling and sliding on the polished wood, her back arched, her eyes boldly looking into Jones’ eyes, her left hand stroking one ass cheek lightly.

  What was she doing? Who was she? She felt like a slut… but… it felt good.

  His cold gaze was a challenge. While she didn’t want the average-to-below-average looking middle aged man lusting after her she also didn’t want to fail to arouse him. Running around naked in her strange boss’s home while he stared and remained clothed was humiliating -- though also oddly thrilling. Her excitement deeply troubled her but that dismay was still relegated second to her fast flowing excitement. She had to perform. Striking explicit stripper poses without succeeding in being sensual -- in other words, giving him a hard on -- would be more humiliating than any other possibility.

  Finally, Jones nodded, “Very well, you’ve passed thus far. ”

  She stood up and grinned and felt oddly little consciousness of her nudity, “I get to stay at the clinic? ”

  “Not quite yet. You’ve passed the first test but that only means you get to go on to the next test. Many women could strip and move sensually mimicking what they’ve seen in movies while still being frigid. I must have further assurance. ”

  Sierra frowned severely, “Sex!? I knew it!This is bullshit!”

  “Not what you think. Not sex with me. Any woman comfortable with sex and their sexuality must obviously know and understand her own body. You should be able to manually give yourself an orgasm in less than ten minutes. If you can it means you are in tune with yourself, have experimented both physically and in envisioning stimulating scenarios. The clinic’s clients will sense that and be comfortable. If you can’t do it then you’re not suited to the position. This is a true test. ”

  Sierra’s mouth opened wider and wider with incredulity as he went on. Now he waited patiently, sipping his coffee.

  “You want me to diddle myself while you watch!”

  “I think I was clear on that. Call it what you want. Move a chair nice and close and work the deed while sitting next to me. I need a good close and tight view of your technique. Make sure you don’t fake anything but, by all means moan and groan freely. ”

  “You’re perverted!”

  “Masturbation is perfectly natural. My enjoyment of a lovely woman such as yourself “diddling” herself is also perfectly natural. Voyeurism and exhibitionism are the Ying and Yang of the sexual universe. All natural. If you act like these natural sexual elements are perversions you are not suited to a career in helping the clinic’s future clients. Viewing any of this as perverted is, itself, the true perversion. ”

  Sierra found his little speech so fascinating she almost felt hypnotized. She knew it was all twisted justification but he made it sound so reasonable to be sporting about naked and seductive in front of her new boss, a virtual stranger.

  She felt a slight draught ruffle her shaped and trimmed tuft of pubic hair.

  “Come now, I am a doctor. ”

  Sierra felt like she was having an out of body experience as she pulled out a chair an
d faced towards Jones from five feet away, then sit on it with her legs off to either side popping her slit out and open, watched as both her hands delved down, one pulling her pussy lips further apart, the other tracing fingers up and down. If it wasn’t an out of body experience it may have been the effect of the mirrors lining the dining room walls.

  “This is so wrong. You better keep me employed after this. ” Her voice had transformed into a husky murmur.

  “You future compensation, in totality, will be much greater than you currently have. ”

  He peered at her spread pussy and it made Sierra feel self-conscious and vulnerable. Still, her fingers were effective in arousing her. Obviously, it was just the work of the fingers and not due to any other… ‘element. ’

  “How long do I have to do this? ”

  “Until you orgasm or I give you another direction to follow. Probably both, first one, then the other. ”

  “An orgasm may be difficult under these circumstances. ”

  “Why? Some would say it should be easier. If you’re a sexual woman then you masturbate frequently in private. An audience of one, especially one like me, should only add to your arousal. Healthy women profoundly enjoy exhibiting their sexual wares and passionate capability. You need to get into your entertainer role. Many of our clients like certain roles, for themselves and to be played by others. Sometimes they even adopt these roles permanently, become them, and have others become what they will them to be. You need to be able to adapt your perspective at will so you can understand others and so the clients do not view you as alien to their natures. The customer is always right and you will need to be prepared to make whatever they want happen. ”