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  'Won't you take a seat, Miss O' Connor?' said the severe mouth, carmine lipstick sharply delineating the thin lips.

  'You can call me Ghita, if you like, Miss Fay,' she said, noting how the other woman's eyes were such a deep brown they were almost black.

  'I prefer Miss O' Connor, if you don't mind,' said the woman, smiling kindly, 'It keeps things professional.'

  Ghita shrugged mentally, and took the seat the woman offered. There was only a small desk in the corner, with a screen and keyboard, to offer a surface, and consequently, their knees brushed as Miss Fay sat down directly opposite Ghita and took up her pen terminal from where it lay beside the keyboard.

  'I'll just ask you a few questions, Miss O'Connor, to make sure we are the right company to handle your auction,' she said, smiling brightly at Ghita, and starting to tap into her hand held with it's graphite pen=stick.

  'Okay,' said Ghita twisting slightly so their knees no longer touched. The most of the room was taken up with an examining couch that loomed at waist height, and had Ghita imagining all sorts of intimate pokings and proddings before it was even mentioned. She looked at her own, muscular jeans clad knees for a moment before forcing herself to relax and look at Miss fay. Her eyes were continually drawn to the point where Miss Fay's shapely brown thighs met at her tunic's hem. She found the firm crease on the inside of the furthest plumped knee fascinating. Miss Fay's chair was doing it's best to flatten them, but the thighs were so muscular, it merely served to accentuate how firm they were. Ghita knew her own thighs would not look at a disadvantage, even compared to these fine specimens, but she was till glad she had chosen to wear jeans.

  'Now,' said Miss Fay, 'Some of these questions may seem a bit intimate, but given why we are here, you should ignore that and just answer as truthfully as you can, okay?'

  'Truthfully,' thought Ghita, before nodding her acceptance to the kind faced, brown eyed woman.

  'Firstly, as you know, my name is Miss Fay. I am your assistant in this auction, and I am here to help you get the best price for your bottom that I can.' said the woman in a sincere voice.

  Ghita started a little at the word 'Bottom', and Miss Fay smiled sympathetically.

  'Now,' said Miss Fay, crossing her firm brown legs, one high over the other so that her hem lifted alarmingly high. 'What, aside from the money, are your main reasons for deciding to offer your bottom to an anonymous user?'

  Ghita forced herself to stop looking at Miss Fay's taut thighs, and concentrate on the question. She drew in a breath and said, 'I want to see how much it will fetch, basically.'

  Miss Fay nodded, frowning slightly, and asked, 'And the reason for your curiosity. Is it vanity, or or something like that?'

  Ghita waved her hand at the scarred side of her face, flustered by the question, and replied, 'Maybe. It's something to do with this anyway. I want to see what I can get....if... if no one can see my face. I guess I'm looking for some kind of.....' She struggled, feeling tears threatening to well at her suddenly heavy lower eyelids. Her lip trembled.

  'Affirmation,' suggested the older woman lightly, kindly.

  'Exactly that,' confirmed Ghita gratefully.

  'That's understandable,' said the older woman, triggering the recording to pause, 'Anything else.'

  'Does there have to be?' asked Ghita, mildly.

  'No, that's good enough, Pet,' said Miss Fay in the sing song accent she had, which Ghita finally recognised as Irish.

  'I have to ask because we are not allowed to assist purely pecuniary transactions. There has to be an element of service, or sacrifice, or even self development. Those are the government's guidelines. Perversion itself is a good enough reason, strangely enough'

  'Do you think it is perverse, Miss Fay?' asked Ghita, feeling confused.

  'Not at all,' said the sexy thin lipped mouth, as the strange black eyes glittered with humour. 'Sure, I've done it myself often enough.'

  'You have sold yourself too?' asked Ghita in surprise.

  Oh, God no,' said Miss Fay, looking amused. 'Only my backside, and only as a donation for the day. We have no prostitutes here, thank you very much'

  This strange sally had Ghita's head spinning, as she tried to figure out how selling one's bottom to a stranger could not be prostitution.

  Seeing her confusion, Miss Fay tilted her short haired head to one side and explained. 'A prostitute is a commodity herself, Miss O'Connor, not the seller of a commodity. We, on the other hand, do not even have to interact with the 'end user'.' She smiled at her own little joke, before resuming her explanation. 'We rent a part of our body to an anonymous man or woman for a few short minutes or hours in support of other pursuits, but we don't sell ourselves. See?'

  Ghita nodded, still trying to come to terms with the idea that it might be a woman who eventually bid the highest price for the temporary use of her anus, and the other notion that it might be for hours was equally consternating.

  'Now, moving on,' said Miss Fay briskly, 'Have you ever rented your bottom out before or had it used by anyone for sexual purposes?'

  'No,' said Ghita, and then, feeling thoroughly embarrassed, continued, 'I have played with it a bit, on my own, you know?'

  'Why wouldn't you?' said Miss Fay, smiling and looking under her brows at Ghita in a merry, questioning way. 'Sure, doesn't it feel only lovely.'

  Ghita laughed softly at the bluntness of the confidence, and blushingly nodded her agreement.

  'We'll put you down as Virgin, subject to confirmation,' said Miss Fay, making a note with her stylus.

  'How do you, ah..confirm something like that?' asked Ghita nervously, and the attractive older woman, waved the stylus at her vaguely and said, 'I'll check you out myself, after we have finished with these forms.'

  'Oh, okay,' said Ghita, hiding her consternation behind a veneer of maturity that she certainly didn't feel.

  'Have you read and understood the terms of service, the ten percent arrangement fee, and especially the sections guaranteeing your anonymity?' asked Miss Fay. 'That's an important one, Miss O' Connor.'

  'I have,' said Ghita, 'And it all seems perfectly clear, for something so strange.'

  'It can seem strange,' agreed Miss Fay, neat foot twisting so that her trim ankle's sinewy beauty drew Ghita's gaze. 'But it is a neat arrangement that serves the best interests of both parties. Now, we get down to the nitty-gritty. Hairless or natural, Miss O' Connor?'

  'I'm sorry,' said Ghita, as if seeking clarification, but knowing full well to what Miss Fay was referring.

  'Are you going to be offering your bottom hairless, or as it comes?' queried Miss Fay, stencil poised eagerly. 'Hairless usually gets the best price, but not always,' she added helpfully.'

  'I'm not that hairy anyway,' said Ghita, 'but I haven't done anything about what's there at the moment.'

  'I'll sort that out for you,' said Miss Fay decisively, 'so don't worry about that. Will you be permitting the client to come in your bottom?'

  'I suppose that will get a better price?' said Ghita, looking at the older woman for confirmation.

  'Indeed it will,' said the Miss Fay, 'but again, the clients are screened for disease and such, so you will come to no harm either way. And of course, you will have your bottom flushed clear before and after the event, so you'll only have the ejaculate in you for a little while, assuming you have a male client.'

  'Put me down for that then,' said Ghita, and felt a glimmer of excited disgust at herself which made her thighs squeeze together involuntarily.

  'There are certain options with regard to presentation which the client bids extra for, such as clothing and posture, which you have to accept as part of the package, but the other main area of decision to in relation to use of implements, spanking and pawing,' said Miss Fay, her handsome face holding an enquiring expression.

  'If they make more money, put me down for it,' said Ghita quickly, trying not to think about the examination which was coming next, but wanting it over with all the same.
r />   'Fair enough, we won't let them stretch you too much, or smack you too hard all the same, as you're such a young one,' said Miss Fay, shifting her thighs as if she was squeezing them together to quell an itch. 'All that remains is a signature, and I'll examine you after.'

  She passed the electronic notepad and stylus to Ghita with one square clean hand, while the other idly smoothed the crisp hem of her tunic across the taut thighs that kept drawing Ghita's eyes.

  Ghita scribbled a quick signature where a box blinked on the display, and handed the notepad and stylus back.

  'Right,' said Miss Fay, putting the notepad back on her small desk beside the keyboard, 'Let's see what you are offering.'

  She stood, and Ghita caught a quick glimpse of the pink knickers she wore under the tunic, when her tensed thighs parted as she rose. It seemed an oddly sensual colour glimpsed against the white of the uniform.

  'Should I undress completely?' Ghita asked nervously, as she fiddled with the waistband of her tight jeans.

  'Only the trousers, shoes and knickers, if you are wearing any,' said Miss Fay, over her shoulder, for she was bent at the examination table laying a disposable covering over the mahogany coloured leather of it's surface. Ghita could not help her eyes being drawn to the way the big muscles at the back of the older woman's legs flexed under the strain of her bent posture. Her calves were bulky and lean, like a gymnasts, and the light tan of the smooth skin reminded Ghita of her own natural colouration. She guiltily flicked her eyes to the area where Miss Fays thighs divided as they curved under her tunic's crisp white hem. She remembered the pink panties, and surprised herself by wondering saucily if they were full backed or thong. The older woman's buttocks curved the tunic hem out, so that Ghita felt a sudden urge to put her hand under it's hem and find out. Shocked at this mildly lesbian impulse, she quickly snapped the button of her jeans and drew down the zip. Not a moment too soon either, for Miss Fay had turned her head and twisted round to observe what Ghita was doing, as if she had sensed the scarred girl's scrutiny.

  'Are you okay, Pet, or do you need a hand,' she asked, remaining bent over so that Ghita had to force her eyes away from the lean legs and the way they flexed to the tunic's hem.

  'I'm fine,' said Ghita, as she slipped her canvas shoes off and wriggled the soft blue canvas of her jeans down over her smooth hips.

  Miss Fay had turned fully around to look at her, and now stooped to gather up the shoes and placed them under her table. Ghita caught a quick whiff of her aroma as it puffed up from the neckline of her tunic, and thought she recognised it as the same summery, fruity smell as the receptionist had worn. She noted the bulky muscles swelling at the inside of Miss Fay's shapely knees as they took the strain of the bent joints. Miss Fay's black eyes met hers for a moment as she smoothly rose, and they twinkled as if she knew where Ghita had been looking. Ghita hoped this was not the start of a hopeless lesbian crush on her part, brought on by the stress of her recent decision to rent her bottom out to the highest bidder, as she figured she had enough emotional problems to work through as it was. Ghita felt terribly conscious of her bottom as she bent to remove her jeans. She stood straight, and the feeling intensified, because her cheeks now hung heavily behind her. She had worn a pair of thin boy-shorts as underwear for some perverse reason, feeling that a thong would expose her too much, but the decision was of limited utility, for the thin nylon, from the muscular action of her buttocks as she walked, had worked it's way into her bottom cleft anyway. She resisted tugging at the material, noting with shy looks how Miss Fay was admiring her.

  'So far, so good, Miss O' Connor,' said the older woman appreciatively, as she took in the way Ghita's athletic hips filled the tight material. 'You can leave your socks on, sweet heart, but I need the pants off.'

  Ghita hooked her thumbs in the tight waistband of the navy shorts and swiftly drew them down to her knees before she changed her mind about the whole thing. She held both garments, jeans and pants, up to Miss Fay, keeping her free hand away from trying to hide her neatly trimmed pubis by sheer force of will. The older woman took them from her and folded the skimpy knickers neatly over the chair on top of Ghita's jeans.

  'If you lie, face down on the examination table, Miss O' Connor,' said Miss Fay, 'this won't take five minutes.'

  'Do I look that nervous?' asked Ghita, as she walked towards the table.

  'Only a little,' answered Miss Fay, 'but sure that's normal. Now, you might find it easier to lie on your back and roll over onto your tummy, rather than trying to climb straight on.'

  Ghita was glad to take the older woman's advice, as she wasn't relishing the thought of climbing up, legs apart, on to the leather covered table. She sat up on the edge, which was quite high, and twisted her torso over her embedded hip so that she could lie straight down, then she shuffled on to her side and rolled on to her stomach. She was very aware that of the clenching of her buttocks as she moved, and even more aware of them when she was in position. She felt strange relaxing them, being aware of how full and loose they were if she did, and felt a curiously inappropriate urge to squeeze them together, when the whole purpose of the exam was to let them be apart.

  'That's perfect now,' said Miss Fay, as she snapped on some latex examination gloves. 'My hands are warm, dear, if that's a consolation?'

  Ghita smiled, glad the older woman was trying to break the tension, and so she tried to keep the dialogue growing to cover the awkward moment she knew was coming.

  'Is that an Irish accent?' she asked, then explained, 'Both of my grandparents on my Father's side were Irish.'

  'God help me, it is,' said Miss Fay with a hint of a laugh in her voice, 'Though to tell the truth, I couldn't wait to get out of it. Too wet.'

  'I've never been there,' said Ghita, almost squawking as Miss Fay's latexed fingers brushed the high tops of her cheeks. She did not have time to suppress a little quiver in the big muscles, brought on by the unexpected touch.

  'Sorry, Pet, I should have warned you,' said Miss Fay, thereby acknowledging that she had observed the quiver in Ghita's cheeks.

  'That's alright,' said Ghita into the pillow of her forearms, 'I'm ready now.'

  She felt her cheeks gripped and parted, as Miss Fay opened her bottom cleft for examination, and then the muscular clench of her anus drawing in tightly against the pulse of cool air that followed.

  Ah! Sure that's perfect,' said Miss Fay reassuringly. Ghita had been half afraid there would be something amiss, such was the low state of her self esteem.

  'I'm going to put a probe in you now, Miss O' Connor. You might feel some coolness,' said Miss Fay, and indeed, Ghita felt something at her entrance that caused her sphincter to contract as it sought to draw away from the cold.

  'Try to relax, Miss O' Connor, it will be over in a moment.'

  Ghita could not help giving a little gasp as the slim tip of the probe slid into her.

  'What's that for, Miss Fay?' she asked, to cover the strange sensation.

  'Tis to see how tight you are, Miss O' Connor,' the assistant replied, 'to prove your virginity. There are metrics we use to give the buyer relevant information so they can make an informed bid, and this records one of them.'

  'Oh,' said Ghita, wondering is she should squeeze to get the best price. The thought was father of the action, and her bottom hole gave a quick reflexive clench as it sought to expel the probe.

  'Excellent, Miss O' Connor,' said an enthusiastic sounding Miss Fay. 'That's the clench test done as well.'

  The probe was suddenly withdrawn from her, leaving her anus pouting slightly, and though it had clenched a thousand times before, it had never been while someone else was looking at it.

  'I better get used to the idea of someone doing that to me while I can't see them,' thought Ghita, and felt again the little twinge of pleasure in her slit. She squeezed her cheeks together, wondering idly if Miss Fay was looking.

  'That's the girl, now,' came the confirming encouragement from behind her. 'That's what
they like.'

  The idea that she would have to tighten her cheeks, for whoever had won her, made Ghita feel a little weak around her loins, and it did not take her long to recognise the feeling as the beginnings of lust. Things might not be too bad after all,' she thought to herself.

  Miss Fay did a little unnecessary fussing at her clenched cheeks, and Ghita knew that the sexy older woman found her bottom interesting. With the scarred side of her face resting on her forearm, Ghita felt more confident, and began to slowly clench and unclench her big, muscular buttocks to give the other woman something to admire.

  'I'll just take a bit of film of that, Miss O' Connor, for the promo video, so I will,' said the approving voice of Miss Fay, as Ghita kept up the pleasing movements of her hips, 'Sure they won't be able to resist that at all, at all.'

  Miss Fay's brogue had become more pronounced the longer she kept up the bottom squeezing and Ghita guessed it was due to a little erotic frisson brought on by her slightly lewd behaviour.

  'Tilt it up a little bit, love, and let them see what they could have,' said Miss Fay, so Ghita gave into her own inclinations and began to roll her hips upwards at each unclenching movement. The opening and tightening movements of her cleft began to have a predictable effect on Ghita's cunny, and she felt the first tell-tale signs of moisture lubricating her rolling slit. She half expected to feel Miss Fay's hands at her crease, and astonished herself by feeling a little disappointed when she did not.

  'We need to take some video of you standing up, Pet,' said Miss Fay, in a voice that betrayed what might have been a little tremble of arousal, so Ghita reluctantly ceased her lazy movements and slid her legs over the side of the table so she could put her feet on the floor. The movement left her momentarily bent over the table, and she heard Miss Fay say, 'Stay like that for a moment, Sweety, and we'll take a bit of film of you again.'