Chapter 4

Olivia eyed the Amazonion woman standing before her with satisfaction. Rachel was perfect for the job. She was Olivia’s physical opposite, which hopefully eliminated her as a threat. Rachel’s dark colouring and statuesque figure directly contrasted Olivia’s pale skin and petite frame. The two women shared killer bodies, with full breasts, tiny waists, and round asses, but Rachel’s spanned over 6 feet from head to toe, visibly diminishing Olivia’s 5 foot 3-1/4 inch height.
They had met at a coffeeshop at 7am on a Monday morning for Rachel’s interview. Olivia had chosen the time and location with specific intention. Nothing beats a Monday 7am interview to test one’s reliability and punctuality. The coffeeshop was smack dab in the middle of the financial district, uncharacteristically large, and as a result, crammed full of men too fresh from sleep to be as focused on their dicks as they would be later in the day, after being exposed for hours to parades of women in skirt suits. Nevertheless, at least a dozen of them would be wearing their coffees to work that day, as a result of losing their sense of direction immediately upon sighting Rachel’s exotic looks.
Olivia pushed away the faint unease she felt about Rachel, deciding that it was caused by her overt sexuality. True, the woman oozed it, but at the same time it would be damn good for business, so long as she could contain it. Rachel had told Olivia that she was in fact a lesbian, and had zero interest in cock. Being that it wasn’t exactly the kind of question one could call a reference to verify, Olivia had no choice but to take her at her word. Rachel admitted to Olivia that she had been married with a 1-year-old by the time she was 16 years old, and the whole experience had turned her off men forever. It sounded like Rachel’s adolescence and 20’s had been quite horrific, and Olivia felt that it was time someone gave her the benefit of the doubt. She had just moved to the city and had lost everything in the process, but assured Olivia that she’d already arranged for duplicates of her diplomas and certifications to be sent to her.
“Ok girl, that’s everything I can think of to tell you,” Olivia said as she sat back in her chair. “Any last questions?”
“I think I got this,” replied Rachel. “If I’m not ready now, I never will be. It’s been a few months since I worked in a massage parlour.” At this Olivia raised her eyebrows in question but Rachel quickly recovered, “Oh I didn’t mean parlour in THAT way, please forgive me.”
Olivia let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Phew. You had me worried there for a minute” she joked, pushing away the feeling of unease again as quickly as it had come on. She stood up and looked at her watch. “Anthony will be here in 10 minutes, he’s not the most attractive man but he’s a perfect gentleman, you’ll be comfortable with him. He likes to spend the last 10 minutes chatting, so make sure to set that time aside at the end. I’m going to grab a bite to eat at Buster’s Buffet, see you after.