It was Amelia to whom Emma reported at work. Amelia was a stunning woman, Emma thought, and in the most objective way possible. Certainly, the way she dressed was quite unusual. She wore stocking, suspenders and very high stiletto heels, but then, except for the cloak she sometimes threw over her shoulders and which came down to just below her buttocks, she wore nothing else at all. Amelia certainly wasn't a naturist, otherwise, like Emma, she wouldn't have affected any clothes at all. Nor was she particularly poor. Her clothes changed quite frequently - although they remained the same in principle - and looked fairly expensive (not that Emma was at all sure how much clothes actually did cost). Emma learnt that Amelia owed her position as one of the Executive Directors of Harlot TV to holding a substantial stake in the company's shares, and indeed she had been one of the company's founders. She'd made her fortune as a sex actress while in her teens, and, unlike many sex actresses, she'd saved her money and chose to invest it in the relatively new venture of sex television, rather than spend it on drugs and gambling.
Emma found Amelia rather intimidating. It wasn't Amelia's age, though she was a little older than Emma, being in her early thirties. Indeed despite being older, Amelia was still very attractive and took care to remain so. She had a trim figure which would have been athletic except that it was offset by her voluptuous full breasts which may or may not have been surgically enhanced. Her black hair fell straight onto her shoulders and then was cut so that it was shorter at the back than the front. Her chosen style of dress emphasised her legs which were long to begin with. The stretch from her toes to the top of her thighs was breathtakingly long, and her pubic hairs were tidily trimmed to further exaggerate the length.
It wasn't often that Emma was called to Amelia's office. She had just been supervising a production she had conceived: a guest show where ordinary members of the public would have the chance to fuck a celebrity. She had to concede that this was probably not one of her best ideas because ordinary members of the public might have enthusiasm but not technique, whereas the celebrities performed more for the camera than for their apparent partners. This meant rather more footage and clever editing than was normally budgeted for on such programs. She had been sitting with Maisie who had alternated between pulling Emma's clitoris and putting a finger up her anus, and complaining about why Emma was spending so much more time with her mother. Emma was getting a bit upset about this herself, as her love affair with Maisie was getting unnecessarily complex. Would she have to drop Maisie? And could she survive the wrench?
"Amelia would like a word with you," suddenly announced Amelia's Personal Assistant, Betty, who as always appeared out of nowhere. Betty was a slender girl with glasses and hair tied in a bun. She always wore a very smart suit, with stockings and stilettos, but only a bra underneath her jacket. She was smart and officious, and had a habit of somehow vanishing into the shadows wherever she was, so you were never sure she was still there or not. Betty took no apparent notice of Maisie's blatant behaviour, and Emma wasn't at all sure if her attitude belied disapproval or acceptance.
"Why do you want to see me?" asked Emma when she was sat in front of Amelia in the comfortable arm-chair provided for visitors. She felt very nervous as Amelia leaned forward stroking her chin with a hand and allowed her breasts to just touch the shiny oak veneer of her desk.
Amelia smiled warmly. Behind her were pictures of actors and actresses - including a young Amelia - engaged in various sexual postures and on her desk was a very expensive laptop computer. "To see you." She answered enigmatically. She allowed Emma to get a little more uncomfortable and then explained. "We've been working together a long time, Emma. Years in fact. And you've shown yourself to be very competent as a researcher and now as an Executive Producer. But I don't think I really know you. I know you're a naturist. But then, who doesn't? And I've heard that, unlike most of the staff here, you've stayed commendably aloof from any of the sexual games that go on. But that may just be a wise strategy in a business where sexual favours can count more than competence in the short run but count against you later. You have nevertheless advanced to quite a senior position with Harlot TV in a very short time." Amelia paused and smiled again. "I thought I'd like to invite you out for a meal, so that I can get to know you better."
Emma was taken aback. "Well, that's very kind of you ..."
"Is tomorrow night at the Iguana okay?"
"I think so," replied Emma, aware that she was now committed and that the one night of the week she usually reserved for visiting her home and seeing Charlotte was now taken up.
The Iguana was a restaurant that Emma had never been to before, but it had always looked very exclusive. She had no idea what to wear, so she had to phone in advance to see if naturism was acceptable. She was surprised to find that Amelia had already taken that into account, and had booked the two of them in to one of the Private Dining Rooms. "That means, madam," explained the gentleman from the restaurant, "that you are at license to wear, or indeed not to wear, whatever you like." Nevertheless, Emma was still very nervous and bought a coat for the night. She had no idea what to buy and bought an ankle-length coat which forced her to walk in a curious and uncomfortable mincing way, if she buttoned it to below the waist, which she had to do to prevent her crotch being displayed. When she arrived she was very nervous that the waiter would offer to take off her coat and reveal her nudity in a crowded room, but the waiter was, in fact, incredibly discreet. "I dare say you would rather leave your coat on until we are in the room Ms Uruqhart has reserved."
The Private Dining Room was actually rather small, with just enough space for the table, guests and waiters. Emma was pleased to find Amelia waiting for her. At first Emma believed she was dressed as always, and then she noticed that Amelia wasn't wearing stockings, suspenders or shoes. "I'm so glad you came!" smiled Amelia as Emma sat down. Emma soon lost her wariness as Amelia engaged her in conversation which somehow and subtly shifted away from work and general interests to Emma's more private life. By the time the main course was finished and a second bottle of champagne had been ordered, Emma had found that Amelia had already guessed at her relationship with Maisie.
"Some of the other Directors thought that maybe you just weren't interested in sex at all - though I must say yours is a most specialist interest."
Amelia then found out about Emma's relationship with Charlotte, Harriett and others. "You really don't like men at all do you?"
"I've never really considered it much," confessed Emma who still had no opinion on her sexual identity. "They're just friends of mine. Maisie's my only real love."
