As Professor Jack Harris carted the large crate into the large room, Cynthia Quimble watched from her seat at the head of table, sitting with her perfect posture.
"So what have you brought back from your expedition, Professor Harris? This expedition took considerable time. Normally you come back within six months, whatever took you so long?" Cynthia Quimble said with her typical relaxed smile. She was the head-mistress of the university, and she had filled the meeting room with a few donors and colleagues of Professor Harris. His handsome face and strong build always impressed the dusty, crusty old ladies, and Head-Mistress Cynthia Quimble knew this quite well.
"Yes, head-mistress, this trip proved more dangerous than my last few. Thank you again for your funding. Thank you to everyone!" Jack Harris said to Cynthia then turned to address everyone in the large room. He had a large wooden crate in the middle of the room next to the long table, and everyone anxiously awaited its opening. The headmistress of the university and several top donors as well as a few of professor Harris' colleagues sat around the table. Jack had only returned the night before, and they anticipated hearing from him. He immediately asked everyone be present to unveil his findings.
"What is inside the box, Professor Harris?" Dr Walsh asked as she brushed her dark hair with her hand.
"A surprise for the collection!" Jack used a crowbar to pry open the crate, working one side open. "Ladies, feast your eyes on the oldest fetish dolls known to humanity! I found these among the tribespeople of the misty valley between the Indigo Mountains. They claimed a sorcerer had permanently cursed them..."
Jack ripped open the crate and pulled aside the packing straw until he revealed a small box. It looked ancient, and it was made of gold, bone, and various stones. It stank as well, and soon everyone in the room could smell its pungent odor.
"My word! What is that smell?" One woman asked as she held her nose. The other ladies all looked at each other as scowls drew on their faces.
Cynthia stood from the table and put her hand to her nose. She felt her body break into a sweat.
Jack Harris lifted the box from the crate and placed it carefully on the large table, and he opened the box to reveal several carved objects that loosely resembled female figures. They looked like they were made of carved bone, precious metals, and animal parts. The interior of the box stank even more. Jack grabbed one doll and turned to give it to Cynthia, but she continued to recoil. The other women all held their noses.
"These have sat untouched in the temple I found for at least two-thousand..." Jack turned and looked at the women in the room. Each woman had a rosy pink blush in her cheeks, and he could see sweat beading on their foreheads. As he held another fetish doll in his hand, Cynthia ran a hand over her chest, and she removed her jacket and let it drop to the floor.
"Mistress Quimble, I wanted-" Jack started, but Cynthia and every other woman had stopped listening to him. Instead they all seemed to sweat and squirm uncomfortably in their seat.
"Ladies, is there a problem?" Jack Harris said, and he heard the women shifting in their seats until he saw Cynthia remove the necktie from her neck. She unbuttoned her collar and took a long breath. Soon after another woman did the same, then another and another. Jack watched as Cynthia unbuttoned her blouse and removed it.
"These clothes are choking me. Please continue, Professor Harris!" Cynthia Quimble said, and Jack silently watched as the women stripped off jackets, blouses, skirts. Cynthia and the other women stood in their various lingerie and underwear until Cynthia unclasped her bra and slid down her panties. Jack gasped as he watched Cynthia strip completely naked along with every other woman. He saw their various garments littering the floor. He looked back at Cynthia and her surpassingly toned and shapely body. She had large, pendulous breasts with thick nipples begging for a pinch. The nude women seemed completely unperturbed by their nudity, and they appeared confident and happy to be naked.
