She pulls the big door open, leaning back into me. I can’t stand her, but her delicious shoulder is inches from my mouth. I so want to lick it.

What the fuck, Abigail? Stop!

She curtsies sarcastically like I’m fake royalty or something, motioning me through. I walk in, then she shuts the bulkhead behind me.

I’m in what can only be described as a holding cell, very dimly lit by overhead fluorescent lights. There are two doors . . . the submarine-like bulkhead through which we just entered . . . and another black steel door with studs on the other side of the room.

On both sides of the door, up against the wall with their hands behind their backs, are two girls.

Shit.

Here they are.

My competition.

The one to the left of the door is a stunning blonde in a cowboy hat and a short little light denim jacket that only covers her shoulders. The only other piece of clothing she’s wearing is brown leather cowboy boots. Fuck me. Way too gorgeous.

Her naturally perfect breasts and naturally blonde pussy is on full display with spread legs. Her breasts are big and perky with wide areolas and large nipples.

The girl to the right of the door is equally stunning, but in a totally different way. She’s petite and black . . . not super dark but not super light either. Straightened hair, very long, tied in a long knot with a big red bow that falls down across her naked tummy. Her belly-button is pierced.

Her breasts are tiny, but her ass is round and the black hair around her pussy is thick but well-trimmed. She wears a similar sash as mine, and combat boots.

The cowgirl on my left looks rowdy, with a vicious stare that drills right through me.

“Eyes down!” says Erica.

The blonde drops the level of her eyes to the floor.

The other girl doesn’t even look up at me.

“Jayd”, says Erica, turning to me with a fierce stare. “Stand up against the wall to the right of the door we just entered. Face your co-applicants. This is Kayla and this is Nikki.”

I grit my teeth, take a step back, and find the cold concrete wall. A chill zaps through me.

“Permission granted for you to look at each other,” says Erica.

Kayla and I look at each other instantly. We immediately hate each other.

Bring it on, I say to her with my eyes.

Done, says her eyes back to me with a squint that could kill.

We stay like that for a long while.

The black girl, Nikki, is the last to look up. There’s a warm vibe from her. I can’t help but like her, not to mention she’s one of the most gorgeous girls I’ve ever seen.

Erica laughs. All three of us look at her. She folds her arms and puts her hand up to her mouth.

“Sorry,” she says, stifling another one. “This is going to be fun. You ladies have no clue what you’re in for. Eyes down!” We all look down. I pick a cinderblock on the opposite wall to focus on. “Ladies, it’s been a pleasure. You must remain in that position until the Director arrives. He will be here shortly.” Erica opens the door, then turns back. “Or maybe not. Maybe you’ll just have to learn to love waiting.”

The door slams shut.

Shit.

An eternity passes.

Nikki looks like she’s going to either cry or dissolve. Kayla seems to grow fangs. I stare at her, an odd mix of hate and lust swirling through me.

“Good afternoon,” says a voice I know well.

Where did it come from? There’s nobody here but the three of us.

We all look up, not that the voice is coming from above. Guess that’s just what people do when a disembodied voice enters the room.

“This is your Director,” says the cruel gravelly tone I’ve come to know from orgasms on airplanes and in play pens.

It’s him! He’s here! I’m going to see him again!

A mix of excitement and raw horniness wraps itself around me.

“Ladies,” says the Director, “please move into the next room. Shortest to tallest.”

We all look up at each other. Nikki is clearly the shortest. She turns to the door on her side of the room and pulls the handle. She struggles a bit, but it opens. She walks through.

I’m next. I squint and glare at Kayla as I follow Nikki.

The wall to the left of the next room is bright white lit by a spotlight. There are several horizontal black lines on the wall, each a foot apart, and each with height markers.

Oh, God, I’ve seen this on Criminal Minds and NCIS. It’s a lineup.

To the right is a glass window that only reflects back an image of the three of us. There is another steel door next to it. Along the far wall rests a folding table and four metal folding chairs.

“Backs to the wall,” says Lukas. His voice is calm and even-toned. “Heads up, eyes straight ahead.”

I should feel fear, and I do. But it’s an exciting kind of fear to be here in this darkened room, not knowing who is watching us . . . and yet knowing. I’m secreting girl-fluids like a waterfall.

“Spread your pussies, ladies.”

Oh, no he didn’t!

The three of us look at each other with hesitation.

“Ladies, this is no time to be shy. Spread those pussies.”

All three of us spread our legs and pull our lips apart.

“Wider.”

God, really? I grab the tips of my inner lips . . . ahhhh! . . . and pull my girl wide open, staring hard at the black glass. I can’t help but sneak a peek at the other girls’ snatches in the reflection.

We stay like that for way too long.

“Now turn around.”

We all let go and turn around.

“Spread your ass cheeks.”

Oh God, really?

“Move forward off the wall and bend over, pulling your ass cheeks apart as far as you can.”

We comply.

I catch a glimpse of Kayla giving me the evil eye as both of our heads press against the height chart wall. Is she growling at me? I swear she is.

“Wider. Come on, ladies. I need to see those winking buttholes.”

I pull my ass cheeks so far apart I swear I can feel a cool breeze on my asshole.

We stay like that for another small eternity. He makes a sound like a pleased sigh.

“Good girls. Face forward again.”

We face forward.

“Applicants, I put all three of you in the same group for a reason. You all have something distinctly in common. Some women never come. Some learn to come only later in life. Some come only with their clits. Some come only by loving the right man . . . or woman. Some come by vibrators only. Some come by tongues only. Then there are what I call The Sensitives . . . that’s the three of you. You’re a bit rare in the female world. The three of you share one trait . . . you all orgasm almost at the word orgasm. A slight summer breeze on your pussy lips is almost all it takes.

A surge of energy passes through the room. I hear Nikki’s fast breath.

Oh God, he’s right! How did he know that about me? Oh, yeah, right. Never mind. Stupid question.

“Yes, I have some very good choices here. Delightful choices. You ladies will do fine. One of you almost just came from my words alone. I won’t say who, but I saw it in your eyes. You know who you are.”

Was it me? I got a charge, but I didn’t get close to coming.

Shit, is there really a girl in this room hornier than me?

Suddenly, I’m jealous. But wait, is that really something good to be jealous about? The three of us look at each other, as if to say Was it you?

In that moment, I notice that Nikki’s eyes are green. Are those contacts? Can a black girl have natural green eyes? A volcano of desire erupts inside me.

I turn to Kayla. Her blue eyes pierce me, her pink narrow lips glistening in the bright light.

“Ladies, let’s go over some rules. You will address me as Director. When I ask you a question, you will not say yes. You will respond by saying ‘If it pleases you, Director.’ If I ask you to perform a task, you will say ‘If it pleases you, Director.’ If you say yes, you will be punished. Do you understand?”