“Yes, please show Ms. Down in,” Lola heard the voice say over the intercom to the secretary at the front desk.

Lo had her binders full of women resting in her lap atop her short black skirt.  She held the binders firmly, with both hands.  Her feet were bouncing rapidly and nervously in her cute, shiny, teal, round-tow, kitten-heel, pumps.  She looked up anxiously at the sound of Collin’s voice over the intercom.

“You may go in now,” said the receptionist to Lo, only glancing at her briefly.

Lo entered the room, but instead of seeing Collin behind the large, wooden desk, she saw a beautiful brunette woman with bold, red lipstick, brown eyes, and stylish glasses looking down at some papers on her desk.

“Where’s Collin?” asked Lo, taken aback and with impudence, as if she had a right to her expectations.

The woman didn’t even look up at Lo.  “Busy.”

“But I heard his voice.  He told the receptionist to. . .”

“He’s working remotely,” said the woman, again, without looking up from her work.

“But, he’s supposed to. . .”

“I’ll be reviewing the layouts.”

“Who are you?”

Now the woman looked up at Lola.  Despite the woman’s attractiveness and thick mane of hair that Lo wanted to grab and hold onto as she pushed the woman’s voluptuous lips – her most striking feature – down between her legs, the stranger’s tone was cold, monotone, almost robotic.

“I’m the project manager.  The editor.  Collin’s right-hand man.”  She spoke and looked like Elizabeth Hurley playing Vanessa Kensington from the Austin Powers movie, which was just fine by Lola, because Lo had a long-standing crush on Elizabeth Hurley and the British accent made her twitterpated.

“You don’t look like a man,” said Lo, trying to get on the woman’s good side – if she had one, that is.

“I could fuck you five ways to Sunday,” said the editor.  Then those luscious lips broke into a smile and Lo could see the woman’s beautiful, bright white teeth behind them.  “And I would enjoy it too, I bet.”

The woman stood up, walked around the large desk, and extended her hand.  “I’m Scarlet.”

Lo couldn’t help but think how perfectly her name matched her looks.

“And I’m blushing,” said Lo.

“You’re everything Collin said you’d be.”

“Oh yeah?  What did he say I’d be?”

“Irresistible.”

“Did he?  That naughty rogue.”

“So, what’s that you have there?” asked Scarlet.

“My binders full of women.”

“I’d like to have a binder full of Lola,” she replied.

“That can be arranged,” replied Lo, and adding after a pause, “but I’m sure he’s shown you all of my angles already.”

“No, actually,” said the woman, politely, but slowly fingering Lo’s blouse seductively.  “He wanted me to use my imagination.  But he did tell me all about you.”

“Such tales require little imagination.”

“Well, now that I see you, I can tell you that the imaginings will be more vivid and erotic.”

Lo blushed again.  She felt at a disadvantage since she knew nothing about this bombshell before her.  “Collin can be obsequious.”

“Obsequious?!  He didn’t do you justice.”
“No?”

“Well, to be fair, now that I have met you in person, it seems to me all words fall short of conveying your beauty.”

“You are kind.”

“No.  I am objectively correct.  I have multiple degrees in the subject.”

“They offer upper-level classes on Lola Down?”

“If only,” said Scarlet, “my degrees are in art, aesthetics, design, and marketing.”

“That’s a lot of degrees for so young a woman.”  Now Lola was being obsequious.  Scarlet was clearly in her thirties, if not early forties.

“Keep up the flattery like that and I will have to put you over my knee to teach you not to fib.”

“You could put me over your knee anytime for any reason.”

“I may take you up on that, but only if you displease me.”

“I don’t have a degree in it, but the giving and receiving pleasure was my field of study in college.”

“I could be your master’s thesis advisor then.”

“I’m willing to learn from anyone who can teach me a new trick.”

“Let’s see your homework and then we’ll get to the extracurriculars.”

Lo placed the multiple thick binders on the desk before the brunette.

“They are divided into sections, as I imagine the masturbatorium museum will be.”

Scarlet looked at the index:

 

Porn Stars

MILFs

Preggo

Lactating

Breastfeeding

BBW

SSBBW

Golden Girls

Girls Next Door

Moms and Daughters

Nudists

BDSM

Boy-toys

Trans

Tiny Tits

Tiny Cocks

Creatures of Enormous Size

Bestiality

Misc.

 

 

“I see you’ve been photo farming.”

“What?”

“You know, photo farming – collecting photos of women and men you find alluring.”

“Oh, I just call it ‘putting it in the fap hat.’  You know, like the ‘spank bank’ ‘snack pack,’ or ‘bean machine,’ ‘perv reserve,’ and ‘jill thrills’ if you wish to be particular about it.”

“It’s a photo farm,” said Scarlet definitively.  “And that’s ok.  We all have them.”

Scarlet turned the pages slowly, viewing each page with an expert eye.

She then flipped through the hundreds of other pages.

“There’s a lot here,” he said, pensively, as she was cursorily reviewing Lo’s work.  “I think I’ll need to bring this work home with me.  In the meantime, why don’t you utilize your platform to see what your readers would like?”

“Like, post all of these photos?”

Scarlet managed to tear her attention away from the binders in order to look up at Lo.

“Not all,” she said, “That would be ridiculous!  We’re trying to whittle this enormous collection down to a manageable size.  Post a sample of each category and see what people say they’d like to see more of.  After I’ve had a chance to look through this myself, I’ll call you.”

Lo reluctantly left her binders full of women on Scarlett’s desk and stood up, a bit perplexed.

“Will that be all?” she asked as if she were some sort of subordinate to this superior.

“One more thing,” said Scarlett.

“Yes?”

“What’s your favorite?”

Lola didn’t need to give the question any thought.  She simply said, “That would be cheating.  But maybe, if you ever do fuck me five ways to Sunday, you just might find out.”

Scarlett smiled mischievously and then pressed on her intercom button.  “I’ll need a few minutes before my next appointment,” she said as she opened her desk drawer and pulled out a huge dildo and placed it on the desk for Lo to see.  “That will be all, Ms. Down,” she pronounced clearly and coldly.

Lo’s heart had skipped a beat because, for a moment, she thought Scarlett would be using the foreboding phallus on her, but then she realized what was happening and turned to exit.  She did an about-face so fast on her feet that her short little skirt flew up for just a second, revealing her ass to Scarlett’s probing eyes.  Then she was gone.

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