Author's note: This is a standalone story, but it continues the adventures of Mira, a character I introduced in my story The Sommelier. I recommend reading that first for context. However, this story and future stories in this collection are meant to be standalones, unless indicated otherwise.
"Welcome to the Sapphic Society's Licensing Exam for Sapphic Sommeliers. This is an exam for Provisional License holders to receive their full license accreditation. The license will allow you to participate in official Society tasting competitions and events, as well as charge services as a personal provider and sapphic sommelier." The examiner stared down at them through her glasses as she stood behind the desk in the quiet office. She was a thin, slight woman of pale complexion, probably British, based on her accent. "I am your examiner, and you will refer to me as Madame for the duration of the exam. We have three applicants today. This is your last chance to bow out of the examination. I warn you, it will be rigorous and test all of your sexual skills, both physical and mental."
Mira raised her head attentively. In her mid-twenties, she had dark brown hair, almost black, that fell into tightly cut bangs over her forehead, and down to her shoulders on the other side. Her brown eyes glimmered with mirth and liveliness, and her sharp nose and full lips endowed a beautiful sense of ethnic ambiguity to her features. As directed by the examiner, she had changed into a simple white gown, matched by the two girls sitting at desks on either side of her. Mira was short, shorter than her two fellow applicants.
Madame was attractive, in Mira's eyes, despite being almost sixty years old. Her black hair, tied in a severe bun, had streaks of gray but her cleavage peeked out from the tight business blouse she wore, and her slacks highlighted a slim but well-proportioned figure and derriere. Cold blue eyes peeked out from horn-rimmed glasses. More importantly, the woman was an expert and long-tenured Sapphic Sommelier, much like Mira's mistress who had trained her in France. But she was back in America now, and she was on her own. She'd have to pass this exam on her own merits.
"Now then, let's proceed to the details of the exam," Madame said, turning to the projector screen. She cast up a slide with the proceedings. "Essentially, this exam will consist of three stages. The first stage will be an upper body examination. You will examine two women thoroughly and provide your sommelier's assessment of their sexual qualities, but just the upper body. The women will be blindfolded with noise canceling headphones, so you can speak freely during your examination and discuss your sommelier's note. Any questions?"
Madame glanced at the three women, all of whom shook their heads. Mira certainly wasn't going to ask a question - while she was certainly more of an expert between the legs, she knew how to taste and pleasure a woman's erogenous zones, and it was an important part of conducting a full tasting.
"The next stage will be a lower body examination, primarily the inner legs and genitalia, but you're permitted to explore as you see fit. As part of this examination, we will ask you to identify which woman you are tasting by attempting to match their lower body qualities to their upper body qualities. In order to ensure this test is as comprehensive as possible, we have chosen two women of identical ethnicities, ages and body types for your tasting."
The examiner's lips curled into a smirk as she bounced to the next slide. "You will not, however, be tasting the same women. Each of you has been assigned women of different age and ethnicity based on your tasting records submitted by your mistresses." She flashed the faces of the three aspiring sommeliers onto the projector screen. "Samantha," she said, turning to the girl right of Mira, "let's start with you."
Samantha was a tall white girl of medium height with attractive, rippling skin and medium length blonde curls. She had broad shoulders and looked every bit an Amazonian goddess, and was a bit younger than the other two. "I can probably guess this one," she said, laughing. "You're going to test us on the demographics we have the least experience with."
"That's correct. We'll be pairing you with some lovely middle aged black women. You should enjoy yourself," Madame said, now flashing Mira's face on the screen. "Mira, you have a strong profile and record across many demographics, but you've leaned heavily towards middle-aged women. This time, we'll be giving you two young Latin beauties. Nineteen years old. That'll provide a unique challenge."
Mira nodded, but internally she was squirming. She loved the taste of young pussy, but it was less complex and harder to analyze from a tasting perspective. She would need to bring her A-game if she wanted to pass this exam. "Finally, Shana." Shana was a young Asian woman, probably in her mid-twenties like Mira, with long dark hair and delicate eyelashes that effortlessly fit her skinny frame. "Shana, you have the most complete tasting profile of the three women, so you'll be getting the toughest set. Two white women in their seventies." Madame smirked. "Don't worry, we get better with age."
She turned off the slide projector. "And what about the final stage?" Shana said, sitting up attentively.
"Yes, of course," Madame said, looking them all over. "That will be at the discretion of the examiner. As in, me. Now then, let's get started. Mira, you'll be first."
Mira felt her stomach lurch. This was the test to determine her future. She was determined not to fail. "Good luck," Samantha said.
"Thanks," Mira said. She glanced at Shana, who merely shot her a self-satisfied smile. Scowling a bit, Mira followed after Madame.
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Mira's hazel eyes blinked at the harsh light as she stepped into the examination room, walking after Madame's fine, tight ass. It fit even better into those slacks from this angle, and looked inviting as it placed itself upon a firm examination chair. She pulled out her laptop and set it upon the desk. "Sit down in that stall, Mira."
"Yes, Madame," Mira said, nodding at the examiner. The stall looked much like a voting booth, but without a curtain on her side. She sat down inside, a wall with a slat box in it.
"Introduce subject A," Madame said.
The slat opened to reveal a topless woman. She was blindfolded and her ears were covered with large headphones. She had a delicate lower face, with plump, red lips, and pale brown skin. Her neck was sharply angled, marked by a few delicious freckles that trailed down to her small but perky breasts. The nipples were pale and thin, standing out against her more coppery skin. Mira found herself extending her hands outward to rest upon the sides of her waist. Her thumbs traced a line down the fine hairs that hung on her navel.
"She's beautiful," Mira said.
"Of course," Madame replied. "Now, commence the tasting."
