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She gives me a smile. "Well, actually, we've gotten more than you might think."
"But you invited me in for an interview. I assume that means that I'm at least under consideration."
"Yes, of course. But I'm telling you as much for your benefit as for mine. I don't want you to be disappointed by what we do here. You don't study restoration or provenances or any of that kind of thing. Most of what we do is cataloging contributions to our collection, maintaining our website, and planning and mounting shows."
"That's fine with me," I say. "I've studied cataloging special collections, I know how to design and build websites and I've done a few practicums of shows of student work at school."
"And we deal with material that makes many people uncomfortable. It's important that everyone who works here can tolerate all aspects of the subject matter."
"I think I'm pretty tolerant," I say. "Nowadays on the Internet you can see almost everything."
"I suppose you can," she says. "But, nonetheless, it's imperative that I personally confirm your comfort level."
"Fine."
"I have a small screening door," she says. "Come with me." She stands and comes out from behind her desk to open a door to her right. I enter the room and she follows me in and closes the door behind me.
The room we're in is windowless and dimly lit. I can see a large flat-screen monitor on the opposite wall. Facing the monitor is a single overstuffed couch.
"Sit down," she says, taking a remote control from a small side table and pushing a button.
I sit down on the left side of the couch, not too far to the armrest and not too close to the center. She sits down on the right, about the same distance from the right armrest. We're about two or three feet apart.
The monitor, which looks to be about ten feet in diagonal, is showing the Museum of Sex logo. "Are you ready?" she asks.
"I don't know what to be ready for," I say.
"That's right, you don't," she says, and clicks another button on the remote.
The monitor displays the title "Softcore Pornography of the 1960s" for a few seconds, and then fades into a montage of grainy, dated footage of naked people—mostly female, but occasionally male—kissing and touching but not quite having sex. Many of the young women are very attractive, and many of them are kissing and fondling each other—one of my favorite subjects. If I wasn't sitting next to a prospective employer, my reaction would almost certainly be more enthusiastic and less restrained, but under the circumstances all it does is make me feel awkward.
After another minute or two, a new title is displayed "Softcore Pornography of the 1970s." Now the women look less like flower children and more like Playboy models. The film is less grainy and the photography is more polished. The women mostly have larger breasts, look at the camera more seductively, and behave more sexually. I'm becoming aroused, and I cross my legs in an ineffectual attempt to rearrange my privates.
"How are you doing?" Jane Williams asks me. "This is the sort of material you'll be working with here every day."
"Fine. I'm doing fine. I like this sort of thing."
"Let's just skip ahead," she says, pressing a button on the remote. A menu is displayed on the screen, and she scrolls down to "Current Hardcore Pornography." When she selects that, a long list of topics is displayed. She selects "Shuffle All."
A moment later, the screen is filled with two young men lying on a rug fellating each other. I swallow hard. As far as I know, I don't have the slightest interest in having sex with another man, and the sight is fascinating, repelling, and incomprehensibly exciting all at once. But I have barely enough time to register what I'm seeing before the scene is replaced by one of a beautiful young woman on a bed on her shoulders and knees driving a large, realistic dildo into herself. I love watching women masturbate, but I don't particularly like seeing them use toys, yet once again the sight is almost unbearably exciting. I squirm in my seat, trying to rearrange the hard-on in my pants.
On the screen the picture has changed again. Now it's two half-naked women on their knees in the center of a couch. They're kissing deeply, and their breasts are pressing against each other as they fondle each other's buttocks in tight-fitting bluejeans. This is closer to my usual preference, and I squirm more.
Somehow my squirming has moved me closer to the center of the couch, and I find that my right knee is touching Jane Williams' left leg. I jerk my leg away, but to my enormous surprise I feel her hand on my leg just above the knee, pulling it back to touch her leg again.
And it doesn't just pull my knee back against her leg. It stays there, and after a moment, it begins to move gently up and down along my thigh.
The situation is so confusingly exciting that it almost no longer matters what's being shown on the screen before us: a woman pleasuring herself, or a man; two women with each other, two men, a man and a woman, or a larger group of people.
On the couch in front of the screen, I'm sitting next to a woman who's my prospective employer, and she's sighing as she caresses my thigh with increasing emphasis.
The screen is filled with an infinite variety of explicit sex, and Jane Williams moves her hand all the way up my thigh to my crotch. Her fingers find my fly and pull it down and free my aching, overengorged, rigid penis. I gulp as her small firm fingers caress me with almost fastidious delicacy.
Her other hand finds my right hand and directs it to her own crotch. Somehow her short skirt has ridden up to her waist, and she presses my hand to her panties, which are completely wet. I slide my fingertips beneath them and find her labia. She sighs and spreads her legs further apart. Her clit feels as hard as my cock.
On the screen, a man is fucking a beautiful woman in the ass, and she seems to be delighted. Next to me, Jane Williams shudders under my fingers and groans deeply. It sounds like she's having an orgasm.
The scene on the monitor changes to a woman eating another woman. Still holding my cock with her left hand, Jane Williams slides off the couch and positions herself on her knees in front of me. Using her teeth and her free hand, she tears open a condom and unrolls it onto my cock. I'm watching a woman tongue another woman's pussy as Jane Williams envelops my cock with her mouth.
