She was making me wait, deliberately increasing my apprehension. As soon as I had accepted the challenge, the woman's demeanour had changed from sultry temptress to hard-nosed businesswoman. Curtly, she explained my challenge to me and I stared at her, dumbstruck. It wasn't possible, surely?

"Your challenge," she told me, flashing that same disingenuous smile, "is perfectly simple. In a moment I am going to introduced you to two more of our Members. You will study all three of us carefully. We will give you a couple of minutes to do that. After that, you are going to be blindfolded and tied up. You will be manoeuvred into place, between our legs, one after the other. You will spend five minutes pleasuring each of us with your tongue."

"No," I said.

"Oh, yes. And then comes the actual challenge. We will take your blindfold off and you will be required to tell us which was which. If you identify all three of us correctly, you will become an honoured Member. If you fail 3;"

"No," I repeated, growing increasingly agitated.

"If you fail," she continued icily, "you become our servant. As I said, it's a simple challenge. However, I perhaps ought to have told you earlier that the failure rate is 85%. We do require a lot of servants and our standards are very high. Are you ready?"

I began to plead to be released from my pledge. This was unfair, it was impossible. How could I possibly guess who was who? But the woman shook her head firmly, regarding me with a pitying glance.

"Let me introduce my colleagues for today's initiation." She opened the door and ushered in two women. One was blonde, about thirty, tall and sinuous with beautifully firm, fresh skin. It was a complexion I would kill for, dark and smooth and seemingly unblemished by so much as a hair or even a pore. The other was slightly shorter, probably younger, a brunette with a large, sexy nose and dark, dangerous eyes. I didn't trust her at all. She stared at me contemptuously, as though I were already the servant I feared I would shortly become. I began to feel physically sick.

It was the strangest experience, staring at three women I scarcely knew, knowing that shortly I would be forced between their legs and made to lick their most intimate parts. The sheer anonymity of it, the soullessness and lack of romance made it curiously erotic. Despite my terror I was aware that the fluttering in my stomach comprised more than just nerves. I licked my lips and concentrated on studying the women before me. In truth, I didn't know what I was looking for: I couldn't imagine what would help me in the task of identifying three women purely from the unseen touch and taste of their pussies.

They blindfolded me, tied my arms behind my back and positioned me on my knees before the settee. And so it was that I was left, shivering and sobbing, awaiting my fate.

They returned after about ten minutes. "We're ready now. Your challenge is about to begin," the woman said. "There will now be no more talking until the challenge is over. Are you ready?" I nodded my head mutely.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and fell forward under its guidance. My arms, tied to my sides, brushed against bare skin and I felt a wave of panic as the dreadful moment of truth arrived. My head was eased forward gently until my nose came into contact with flesh.

It was truly happening.

I inhaled and smelled a woman's aroma, the scent of skin and perfume and desire. Tentatively, I slid my tongue from my mouth and felt it rasp against the woman. She was closely trimmed, with just a lingering trace of soft stubble defining the shape of her mons. I felt her tense. Exploratively, I tracked my tongue up and down, discovering the shape of her pussy. She had large inner lips, soft and velvety. I sucked one into my mouth and pressed my tongue inside her. She groaned and slid forward, pressing herself harder against me. I began to lap at her, sliding my tongue up and down her slit, tasting her juice and feeling her heat.

Her knees pressed against me, trapping my head between her thighs, and I felt her hand on the back of my head, pushing me hard against her. I sought her clitoris, feeling it small and hard beneath an extravagant hood. She squirmed at my touch and clearly didn't appreciate direct contact, so I circled my tongue round and round, sucking on it with increasing force, while she used her hands on my head to guide me. My nose was flattened against her mons and I was very conscious of her smell. It was strongly sexual, of course, but I discerned an underlying peachiness, a softness and mellow fragrance which, with a jolt, I suddenly recognised from earlier. If I was correct, this was the woman herself. I moved my head away from her pussy, trying to get a better sense of her body smell, but she immediately forced me back down into service.

I had smelled enough though.

There was no doubt, this was the woman. I smiled triumphantly: I had identified my first challenge.

Only two more to go.