Sarah walked the few short steps to the door, and looked through the peephole. Standing in the hallway was a young blonde woman about the same age as Sarah. Her hair was long and straight, with a part in the middle of her head; it fell to just below her shoulder blades. It was the color of golden wheat. She was fair and her skin was unblemished. She wore eyeliner, and a judicious amount of mascara, delicately framed her pale blue eyes. The woman was dressed as though she may have worked at a law firm or one of the many fortune 500 companies in the city. She wore a black, pinstripe suit and matching skirt, with a white blouse, and three-inch spike high heels on her feet. On second thought, Sarah considered the skirt cut a bit too short for most companies, as it ended at about mid thigh.
The woman carried no package, but she did have a rather large, black purse slung over her shoulder. The blonde stood straight, and her face was almost devoid of expression. Sarah had the impression that the young woman was impatient, and as she watched through the peephole the woman once again knocked at the door. “Just a minute!” Sarah called, looking to see what, if any preparations the blonde might make before she opened the door. As she watched the young woman backed up a step, and did nothing more.
Opening the door, the woman walked past her, and into Sarah’s small dorm room. Sarah closed the door behind her and stood with her back to the door.
“You’re Sarah Banks?” the blonde said. She surveyed the dorm room, and sniffed her disapproval.
“Yes, and you are?” Sarah answered.
“My name is Diana, and I was sent here on behalf of Ms. Bainbridge. She told you I was coming, correct?” She tossed her blonde hair and slowly unzipped her handbag.
“Yes.” Sarah moved to one of the two chairs in the room, she was careful not to turn her back on the woman, as she didn't yet trust the blonde.
“I have the package here.” She pulled a blood red box about a ten inches in length, maybe four in height, and another eight wide. Diana turned at the waist, and gently sat the box on Sarah’s desk, next to her PC.
‘Inside you’ll find instructions that you are to follow to the letter, along with two other items. If you fail to follow the instructions, you will be penalized, and your membership in the group will be rejected. Do you understand?” The blonde looked at her intently, as she slowly unbuttoned her jacket.
“Yes, I understand. Why all the dramatics? I mean this is just a study program right?” Sarah shifted in the overstuffed chair, and leaned slightly forward.
Diana smiled slightly. “Of course, of course. But we’re all very loyal to each other, and that loyalty can get quite intense, once you’ve become part of the group, There are members that have long since graduated, that are still active contributors and participants. I’m sorry if I’ve come across as ominous.”
The blonde woman moved towards Sarah leaning forward, and extending her hand. Her nails were long, polished and painted a fait pink. Sarah took Diana’s hand in hers and they shook. Diana’s hand was warm and slightly moist, and the blonde’s hand seemed to grasp Sarah’s a little longer than nessacerry.
“That’s alright, It’s just been one of those days,” Sarah said continuing, “are you a student here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
“No, I’m on an internship at Ecocom. You’re a very pretty girl, Sarah. I bet all the boys hit on you all the time.” Diana now smiled broadly, showing white, straight teeth. She sat down in a chair across from Sarah’s. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she asked, “Do any of the girls?”
“Ah…I’ve had a few girls hit on me. At least I think they were. They never really came out and said…well, you know what I mean.” Laughing, Sarah shifted in her chair. Was this part of the test? Was she supposed to have sex with the sexy blonde in order to be accepted into the group? Or was the blonde just out to get her rocks off for herself?
“Do you find me attractive, Sarah?” The blonde crossed her long legs, and her skirt slid slightly along her smooth thigh.
“Yes, you're very pretty. Are you hitting on me?” Sarah knew that she might have to have sex with Diana if the answer was yes. Sarah was slightly turned on by the prospect, she had to admit, and she could feel growing wetness between her legs.
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