The summer night had turned cool and there was a blaze in the fireplace when Margo ushered Cassie into Leo's study. They had spent the last hour primping and posing before the mirrors in the artist's suite while Margo readied Cassie with the final touches for the interview with Barbacchi.
At last she had chosen a simple dress for Cassie to wear, simple and girlish. It offered her charms in a short loose high-necked flutter-sleeved little tee and nothing else except the tiniest of bikinis beneath the dress.
Cassie's legs were so shapely, her skin so flawless that Margo decided she should definitely not wear hose and only open toed flat-heeled pumps to grace her shapely feet. With her long light tresses parted in the center, one side falling over her back and the other over her bosom, she presented with an Alice-In-Wonderland effect that Margo knew would enchant Leo.
Margo left to dress herself and Cassie stared at her own image in the mirror while the sensations of this astounding day flooded over her and she marveled at the transformations Margo had achieved with her.
She actually resembled the early teen virgin she once was, only now she was filled with the experiences of her present twenty years, and this is what she would bring to the man who filled her fantasies of 'Mister Right'! Clearly he must favor sexy pubescent little sweethearts if the image she saw of herself in the mirror before her was any clue.
On every side Atherton's erotic ambiance filled Cassie's senses, within her fluttered the sensations of Margo's last passionate caresses over her clitoris, her loins aching yet from that last unfulfilled orgasm in the Jacuzzi.
Her nipples tingled with need from the final caresses Margo had bestowed upon them through the thin fabric of her dress, and when at last she was ushered into Barbacchi's presence her hardened paps budded on her bosom before his eyes like twin plums begging to be sucked.
Leo sized her up with satisfaction, taking in the transformation from his mistress's passionate lover to a modestly innocent little teen except for the tease of her nipples above a waist so slim the chemise lay limp over it, barely embracing the curves of her slim hips, its hem ending at mid thigh to reveal her long naked curvaceous flawlessly tended legs.
"Hello, Cassie," he said offering his hand. "I'm so glad you could join us. Please..." he beckoned her to the huge leather couch before his desk, his eyes devouring her subtle shapes modestly concealed by her loose dress, his mind knowing every detail of the true beauties and passions beneath that enchantingly girlish appearance.
Cassie slid into the couch's embrace, the faint scent of her cologne mingling with the perfume of the leather from the cushions. When she lifted her leg and slowly crossed it over her knee her movement offered him a glimpse of the tiny thong concealing her swollen sex as she sat back preparing herself for whatever he might want to know.
Happily he opened the interview: "Margo has filled you in on the position I'm offering. So what can you tell me about yourself?"
Cassie glanced at Margo. The afternoon had been such an incredible blur of sensations, such an unbelievable surrender to sensuality that this change of pace left her grasping for her center. She took a deep breath and launched into a recitation of her resume.
Leo listened quietly for a few moments and nodded. "Yes, we've had a good look at your qualifications and experience as an artist. I'm sure by now you know that this position has another dimension, a dimension that includes your personal life. Would you care to share certain details with us that could have a direct effect on this offer?"
"What do you want to know," Cassie said a bit breathlessly.
"A husband? Boyfriends? That sort of thing?" Leo queried.
"I've never been married. I've chosen career over marriage, and I don't have any serious attachments here in Chicago."
"Casual relationships?"
"A few...brief ones." Her damned Tsunami blush began somewhere below her collar and washed up into the roots of her hair as the very recent incidents with Connors, Bart and David, and Scotty, tumbled through her consciousness and ended with the sensations from Margo's incredible lovemaking that still glowed within her.
"You will forgive my interest I hope, but I'm sure that you can see that the nature of the work that we are going to ask you to do calls for an extensive acquaintance with the erotic and an intimate knowledge of the sensual," Barbacchi continued.
Cassie nodded. "I understand. Margo showed me your collection and explained your interest in erotica. Naturally I have some acquaintance with these things." Cassie shrugged. "I try to imbue my paintings with a sensual quality, but frankly I've never tried to produce pornography in fine art. So I don't know."
"Are you prepared to make the effort to find out?"
Cassie took a deep breath. This was it! The offer would turn on her response. Did she want a chance at this opportunity...at the man himself...and his mistress?
"I think it could be an interesting challenge," she heard herself say positively.
"You would agree that when it comes to erotica truly convincing art can only be produced by someone who has lived it?"
"Most likely," Cassie nodded. "But my experience with such things has been a bit limited...in the past," Cassie finished, her eyes flicking to Margo to catch the woman's droll smile.
Leo studied Cassie silently for a few moments. "I imagined from your presentation the other day that your sexual experience was, shall we say, quite extensive."
"I have a vivid imagination," Cassie returned, her blush deepening.
"So in fact you're not really very experienced at all."
"Well I wouldn't say that," she countered.
"And of those experiences you have had, what did you enjoy the most?"
"That's awfully personal!" Cassie murmured hesitantly.
"This is a very personal position. Tell me do you like boys or girls best."
Cassie shot a quick glance at Margo. She must have told him about their love-making this afternoon when she left to dress, else why would he think she liked girls at all?
