The House Of Octavia

Sally's Story

To say that the entrance hall to The House of Octavia is imposing would hardly do justice to the marble floor, the crystal chandeliers, the shimmering fountains and tropical plants. The opulence spoke of enormous extravagance. To anyone with less than a six figure annual income, it would feel intimidated.

Sally Heathery did not have a six figure income, but she intended to, one day. In fact Sally's university fees had left her with huge debts. Her first degree course had led to a BSc in Chemistry, the first stage in her ambition to be something big in the cosmetics industry. But of course she knew that would probably land her a £20,000 a year job developing shower gel at a very ordinary cosmetics factory.

Her next step was to enrol on a 2 year master's course. Her dissertation concerned the development of fragrances from exotic tropical plants. Having attained her MSc, she knew she had to aim for a doctorate, an ambition that brought her to The House of Octavia.

The PhD course required her to negotiate a placement that would provide the necessary research opportunities. The very best and most sought after placements were with the prestigious perfumery establishments. Of those, The House of Octavia led the field. Against fierce competition Sally was successful in obtaining an internship with Octavia.

As she entered the hallowed portals, Sally was both excited and nervous in equal measure.

The opportunity to include The House of Octavia on her CV would certainly help to open doors in the perfumery business. The pressure of not wasting the golden opportunity bore down on her young shoulders.

Countess Octavia, the major shareholder, was a figurehead shrouded in mystery. Little was known of her background. She had appeared from nowhere about ten years ago and entered the cosmetic business unnoticed, but rapidly rose to prominence. Some say she was married to a Czech aristocratic, hence the title. Others say it is just a gimmick and in reality Octavia was born into poverty and ruthlessly traded on her good looks and cunning to raise the finance to propel her into business. Octavia did not court personal publicity, shunning media interviews, which added to the intrigue.

Whatever the truth of her past, Octavia dominated the world of perfumes. The fact that they were ridiculously expensive only added to their popularity in celebrity circles.

Sally made herself known to the concierge, who advised her to take a seat and someone would come and show her to where she would be working. Sure enough, within five minutes a young woman with blond hair, intense blue eyes and a pretty smile approached Sally and introduced herself as Astrid. The name tag on her starched white lab coat said Dr Astrid Skriver.

"You must be Sally." Astrid spoke almost perfect English with just sufficient accent to give a clue to her Danish origins. Astrid led Sally along a corridor and up a short flight of stairs to a door with a sign that read Research Laboratory. "This is where you'll be based, Sally. I will be your work place supervisor for your doctorate and will be keeping in touch with Professor Catherine Tweedy at the university. I hope you will be happy here at The House of Octavia. Feel free to come to me if you need anything."

Astrid took Sally to the laboratory work bench she had been allocated and called out to the other research assistants

"Hi, listen up guys. Let me introduce Sally, who will be helping with our research projects."

The half dozen researchers, all female gave Sally a smile and a wave. Meanwhile Astrid took a white lab coat, latex gloves and protective eye goggles from a cupboard.

"Here, Sally, you'll need these. You can wear the lab coat over your usual day clothes if you like, but most of us prefer to wear them over our underclothes. It can quite warm in here."

Sally looked Astrid up and down. Now the subject had been raised it was obvious that Astrid wore very little under her crisp white coat. Astrid pointed the way to the staff changing room. "When you're ready, I'll take you to see the countess. Octavia insists on seeing all new staff on their first day."

"She wants to see me?" Sally stammered disbelievingly. Surely the almost mythical figure of the cosmetics industry, Countess Octavia, would not be interested in a lowly intern.

"Of course she does, Sally. Octavia is interested in all our staff."

Sally took Astrid's advice and stripped down to her bra and panties before donning the lab coat. She was thankful that she had chosen pale ivory underwear that didn't show through the white coat. When she was ready, Astrid led Sally to a lift and they ascended to the top floor of the building. They emerged into a beautifully carpeted corridor, its walls decorated with paintings in gilded frames.

Astrid knocked softly onto a door and waited for a reply before opening it. Sally's heart was in her mouth as she waited.

"Enter."

Astrid nodded to Sally and opened the door and guided Sally into the sumptuous office.

"Good morning, Madame, may I introduce Sally Heathery, our new research intern?" Having made the introduction, Astrid withdrew and quietly closed the door behind her.

Octavia looked up from her desk, removed her reading glasses and studied Sally, viewing her up and down.

"Come closer," she instructed. Octavia was beautiful in the way that only women of a certain age with unrestricted resources can be. It was widely held that Octavia was in her mid forties, while some said she could actually be in her seventies, having had numerous face lifts and Botox treatments. Her hair was perfectly coiffured and her make-up was applied skilfully.

As Sally approached the desk, she felt overawed by the Countess. Sally was not the first to feel intimidated by the majestic goddess seated behind her polished mahogany desk. There was a short silence before the countess spoke.

"I am impressed with your resume, Miss Heathery. Your work on pheromones for your masters will stand you in good stead. These days, the notion of women striving to enhance their libido and sexual enjoyment is no longer the taboo that it once was. A-Listers like Gwyneth Paltrow and others have made the quest for sexual fulfilment perfectly respectable. I am sure you agree, Miss Heathery."

Sally felt herself blushing as she confirmed that she absolutely agreed with the countess. Of course she did.

"Your grasp of the science is undeniable," Octavia continued, "but of course that is only part of the talents that you will need to be a perfumer of the first order. First and foremost you must develop your olfactory systems. You must learn to identify scents and instinctively recognise the constituent ingredients. Let us try a little experiment."

Octavia opened a drawer in her desk and took out three small bottles of coloured glass, one blue, one green and the third, a ruby red. She placed them in a line on her desk.

"Now, Miss Heathery, I want you to inhale the fragrance in each bottle in turn and hold each of them in your memory."

Sally dutifully picked up the ruby bottle, withdrew the glass stopper and cautiously inhaled. The scent brought to mind spices of the Orient. She could imagine a harem with beautiful concubines waiting to please their master. She carefully replaced the stopper, confident that she could recall the distinctive scent and reached for the blue glass bottle.

Sally delicately sniffed the scent and her brow furrowed slightly. Octavia smiled thinly. At first Sally felt sure that the perfumes in the two bottles were the same. She took another sniff. No, wait, there was a subtle difference. Yes, there it was in the background, just a merest hint of musk that had not been there in the first sample. The third sample was again very similar but the trace musk had gone, replaced by a slightly pungent spice that Sally couldn't immediately recognise.

Octavia watched Sally carefully. "If I were to blindfold you, Miss Heathery, would you recognise each of those samples?"

"I think so,"

"Well, let's try something a little more demanding." Countess Octavia stood up and moved around her desk to stand in front of her new intern. Sally drew in her breath. Her employer was wearing nothing below the waist, except for expensive stockings, held up with suspenders.

"Tell me, my dear, which of those three perfumes I applied to my cunt today." Octavia leaned back onto her desk and spread her legs. "Get down and sniff my cunt and tell me which scent I am using."

As if in a dream, Sally got down onto her knees, until her face was level with Octavia's naked womanhood. The outer lips were large with wrinkled folds, but the predominant feature was Octavia's clitoris that must have been almost an inch long, protruding from her slit. Obeying her employer's instructions, Sally brought her nose close to the countess's slightly gaping opening and inhaled deeply. The natural scent of the older woman's juices, almost obscured the perfume. This won't be easy, thought Sally as she drew in another deep breath, inhaling the exotic odour.

The perfume was potent and Sally could feel her head spinning. Suddenly the urge to suckle the penis-like clitoris became overwhelming. Sally lips closed over the tempting morsel and soon the tentative sucking turned to a passionate slurping. Using her thumbs Sally prised open Octavia's floppy cunt lips to expose her inner pinkness. Octavia placed her hands on Sally's head pulling her into her crotch. The countess groaned softly and Sally found her mouth filling with the countess's juices. Octavia held Sally's open mouth close to her until all her passion was expelled. Sally rose shakily, her legs unsteady from her amazing encounter.

'I'm sorry, Madame, I can't think what came over me." Sally's face was wet with her employer's juices and she could taste the piquant essence on her tongue.

Octavia laughed softly at Sally's discomfort and passed her a tissue. "Don't be concerned, my dear. I am afraid I took advantage of you. That perfume, when applied to a cunt is irresistible, as you have just discovered. That is the kind of product that is in demand and that is what you will be working on. So good luck. The reward for success will be immense."

Sally wiped her face as best she could and then the countess challenged her to identify the perfume that she used. "Was it the ruby, the blue or the green bottle?"

Sally wrinkled her brow. She was so overcome with the unexpected sexual encounter that she had almost forgotten the purpose of exercise.

Sally licked her lips, coaxing her taste buds to separate the taste of fragrance from the countess's natural bodily fluid.

Then with a boldness that astonished her, Sally replied, "Madame, I feel sure that it was green bottle. It is a very distinctive essence with a subtly pungent undertone. A perfect match to your juicy twat."

Countess Octavia was amazed at the young woman's insolence, but found it endearing. She knew she would enjoy having this new employee in her company.

Just as Sally thought the interview was coming to an end, Octavia began to unfasten her lab coat. The countess pulled the coat open and studied the younger woman in her underwear. Then, looking directly into Sally's eyes, Octavia pushed her hand down the front of Sally's panties. Her fingers sought out her slit and pushed her index finger into the girl's tight hole. Sally drew in her breath, but managed to hold the older woman's gaze, eye ball to eye ball.

Octavia worked her finger in and out and then removed it, then she held her finger, slick with Sally's juices, up to her nose and inhaled deeply. She delicately licked the sticky digit with the tip of her tongue.

"Excellent. I will have a perfume sent down to your work station that will perfectly complement the natural scent of your cunt. Be sure to wear it when you come to me for your appraisal. I will follow your progress with interest."

"Thank you, Madame, I shall look forward to that. But, please before I go, will you tell me, did I correctly identify the perfume you are wearing?"

Countess Octavia's face darkened in mock annoyance. "No, Sally you were quite wrong and you are an over confident, impertinent little bitch. You need to be taught a lesson"

Then with a wicked chuckle she added "You will have to come back for another attempt."

After the interview, Sally found Astrid waiting for her in the opulent top floor corridor.

"How did the interview go, Sally?" Astrid studied her colleague's face for any give away signs. Like all of the other young women in The House of Octavia, Astrid had experienced an interview with the countess. Everyone knew about them, but they were not discussed. What took place in the top floor office, stayed there. It was an unwritten rule that if transgressed would mean dismissal and a boycott by the cosmetic industry.

"It went fine, Astrid. I think I will enjoy my time here."

"I'm glad to hear that, Sally. I hope we will be good friends."

Astrid's Story

"How is your new intern progressing, Astrid?"

The occasion was Astrid's weekly appraisal with Countess Octavia.

"Sally is doing fine, Madame. She has some interesting ideas for developing the targetted range of new fragrances."

Countess Octavia nodded her approval. The targetted range was being developed to increase sexual attraction in a selective way. In particular, market research indicated that many divorcees were more interested in developing lesbian relationships, rather than attracting other men. The new range of fragrances offered the opportunity to sexually excite other women. Naturally they didn't actually put men off, they were always ready with a stiff cock, but the scents had an alluring appeal to women.

"Her work on pheromones is proving especially useful in identifying the most effective stimulants."

"Excellent, Astrid. I am sure that many of our clients will be interested in the new range. Lady Cynthia was delighted with our 'Toy Boy Temptation'. I was amused to hear that she is being regularly fucked by a number of young suitors. Not bad as the old slut must be sixty six, if she's a day."

Astrid and the countess laughed as they conjured up a mental image of the well-worn Lady Cynthia being serviced by young studs.

"Have you had the opportunity to sample your new help yet, Astrid?"

"Oh no, Madame. I wouldn't dream of it." Astrid paused before adding, "at least not without your authorisation, Countess. After all, you are the boss."

"Yes Astrid, I am the boss, even when I am on my knees tasting your cunt."

Astrid began to breath heavily. The interview was reaching the part that Astrid liked best. Although the business's financial success was Octavia's prime concern, enjoying her employee's bodies was a close second.

The countess bent over and separated the the cheeks of her bottom with her hands. Astrid needed no further prompting. She immediately knelt down behind her employer, burying her face between the twin globes. Astrid breathed in the musky scent before licking around the the tight rosebud hole.

Astrid knew how to please the countess, gradually easing the tip of her tongue into Octavia's tight anus and playing with the older woman's slit.

Astrid tongued the tight hole and took the huge clitoris between her finger and thumb, rubbing it as if masturbating a tiny penis. Astrid Skriver was an accomplished lover, who, in the time she had worked at The House of Octavia had become skilled at pleasing her mistress.

Suddenly, Octavia shifted her position and pushed her vagina into Astrid's face and shuddered as she came to a wet climax.

"I need to pee, are you ready, you dirty bitch?"

"Yes, please let me have your piss mistress."

Astrid opened her mouth and waited for the gush of aristocratic urine that the countess gave generously to her young employees. Astrid was as fond of perverse pee games as her boss and allowed her mouth to fill before swallowing some of the pee, while some ran down her face and onto her clothes. When the torrent was finished, Astrid licked the drips off Octavia's labia.

"That's it, lick my cunt clean, my dirty little toilet whore."

As the two women cleaned themselves up after their messy coupling, the countess told Astrid that she wanted to be kept informed of her progress with Sally Heathery. "and I don't just mean the perfume, Astrid," she added meaningfully.

"Off course, Countess," agreed Astrid.

It was a contented Dr Astrid Skriver that made her way back to the research laboratory. Her thoughts focussed on her new research assistant, Sally Heathery. Sally was proving to be a real asset in the laboratory, bringing several new ideas that were already influencing their work. Sally gave very little away about her personal life. Astrid knew that Sally was unmarried and she had not mentioned a boyfriend or, for that matter, a girlfriend.

Now that Countess Octavia had seemingly granted tacit approval for Astrid to seduce the intern, Astrid started to plot how she might get into the girl's knickers. By the time Astrid arrived back at the laboratory a plan had begun to form in her mind.

"Sally, I think it is time to trial the fragrance you are working on. I know that there is still work to do, before it is ready but an interim trial will give us an indication of how it is coming along."

"Oh, that's great Astrid. How do you propose we proceed?"

"Come with me, Sally. I have something to show you." Astrid led Sally to a locked door at the far end of the laboratory. A sign on the door read "Authorised Personnel Only." Astrid took a key from her pocket and led the way into the room beyond.

There was a row of seats that faced a glass screen. Astrid pressed a switch and illumination at the other side of the screen, revealed a room decorated in a style that Sally assumed a French brothel might look like. Velvet drapes, a chaise-longue, candelabra, paintings of partly clothed women, a cocktail cabinet and erotic statuettes. A place designed and decorated for seduction.

"This is where we road test our products, Sally. Volunteers try out the various fragrances in the room you can see beyond the glass screen, which is actually a two-way mirror. The research staff and senior executives can observe what happens through the screen, while the volunteers only see their reflections in the mirror."

Sally was astonished at the arrangement and wondered what exactly her supervisor had in mind. Astrid did not keep her waiting long.

"I am proposing that we borrow this room so that you can try out your new fragrance. I know it is still in a raw state, but it will give us an idea how it might work when complete. Tomorrow you and I will wear your perfume in the room that you see here. We will relax, perhaps play some music and enjoy a cocktail and see whether the fragrance gets our juices flowing."

Astrid paused, sensing Sally's surprise, before adding. "Of course, if the idea is not to your liking, we can forget the idea and wait for the fragrance to be complete and then conduct a field trial according to our standard methodology."

Sally quickly assured her supervisor that it was an excellent idea. She blushed as she added one caveat. "We won't have an audience watching us through the two-way mirror, will we? I would find that a bit embarrassing."

"No, Sally. No audience. Just you and I."

The next day, Sally and Astrid made straight for the bordello room, as Astrid called it. In the enclosed confines of the room, the fragrance, which both women had liberally applied, came through powerfully.

"Wow, that's amazing," observed Astrid. "I'm getting a bit giddy already."

"Me too," agreed Sally.

"Where did you apply the fragrance, Sally."

"Oh, the usual places. Behind my ears, my neck and my wrists. Oh, yes, and quite a bit in my knickers," she added with a blush.