The Spirit of Lust - Chapter 16: Meeting Mrs. Evans. (Patreon)

You walk through the halls of the sixth floor. White walls, gray carpet and several offices around. Seems quite standard. You reach office 605 and knock on the door.

“Come in.” You hear from the other side so you open the door.

The office is certainly big, but not as much as you imagined. It has tall windows on the back, the same gray carpet as the halls and several shelves full of differently labeled folders. Behind a big metal desk is a woman. A gorgeous woman.

Long blonde hair. A huge rack, curvy and dressed in a white blazer, matching tight skirt and a black shirt. She look to be in her late 30s at most. You’d be surprised if she was over 40.

‘She’s pent up. She’ll devour you if you don’t devour her first.’

“Mr. William Sawyer, correct?” She asks, thoroughly eyeing you up and down with a judging look. 

“Yes ma’am. A pleasure to meet you.”

She stands up and walks up to you. She shakes your hand professionally.

“Likewise. I’m Cynthia Evans. Come, take a seat.”

She returns to her seat and you take yours opposite to hers, across the desk.

“Did you bring the photos I asked for?”

“I did.” You get your camera from your backpack and give it to her. She turns it on and starts browsing through your work.

“Good landscapes pictures, clear crowd shots…” She mutters to herself. “Moving shots are good, as well. No blurriness.” She nods. “Yes, I think we can work with you, Mr. Sawyer. I like what you have here,” She says, handing you back your camera. “But I’m more interested in these.”

She shows you her phone screen with one of the pictures you took of Amelia in her underwear. That makes you swallow.

“I have an eye for these things, Mr. Sawyer. When I see an opportunity, I take it. Pictures like these will make my business rise to the top.” She says with an excited smirk.

“Why do you say that?”

“Our website already sees lots of traffic thanks to our Instagram page. Women come looking for something that’ll make them look like our models and men come to ogle at the models themselves, giving us great sponsor revenues. However, I always felt we were missing something.”

“What’s that?”

“Erotism.” She chuckles when she sees your eyes widening. “No, Mr. Sawyer. I don’t mean something like porn. I’m talking about this.” She shows you the picture again. “You had sex with Amelia right before taking these, am I correct?”

You swallow again and nod.

“I knew it!” Her excited smirk widens. “Her smoldering eyes as she looks at the camera, her flushed face, her body language that clearly says she wants more. Yet it’s all hidden so well behind the visage of a simple lingerie model. This is what my business is missing, Mr. Sawyer! That subtle erotism, the look of desire behind every picture will make us sell like never before! That’s why…”

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 What is she trying to say?