When boredom overtakes a young lawyer toiling away in the backroom of a law firm, she begins to spin kinky scenarios and outrageous tales about arrogant attorneys, bodacious colleagues, cranky judges, and sultry support staff. Her vivid imagination provides a titillating look into the legal world through a series of stories that may shock some and inspire others, but will almost always leave hearts beating just a little bit faster. Whether the story concerns a dominant judge who seeks to correct the behavior of a newbie judge through kinky tactics or an international lawyer’s erotic encounter with a Sheikh, love almost always wins. After all, what good is fantasy if you don’t find happiness in the end?
Bored, I let my gaze roam the conference room, looking for something I could stick in opposing counsel’s eye.
He was behaving like a dick, pure and simple, and his antics were about to push me over the edge.
I hate depositions. I hate them even more when they are with insurance company counsel. My client was broadsided by a tipsy high society wife, and her insurer did not want to pay. There was no question about fault. My client suffered a broken leg, a collapsed lung, and spinal and brain injuries that would affect his livelihood. He deserved a huge payout. The deposition was unnecessary. There were no disputed facts. The insurance company should have offered a settlement.
I had no idea why the insurer was challenging the claim. Throughout the morning, witness after witness was paraded before us, all with the same story—my client was a scumbag, could not be trusted, and was probably trying to scam the insurance company. I challenged every witness, repeatedly gave a speech about relevance, and made a lengthy record for the court. Nothing that was said had anything to do with my client’s obvious injuries. Even if he was a scumbag, my client was a seriously injured scumbag, and the insurance company’s client was at fault.
Opposing counsel was handsome but had a stick up his ass. Pompous did not begin to describe him. While he attempted to destroy my client’s credibility, his client— buffed and polished to the point of embalming—giggled. I figured she had downed a few glasses of overpriced wine before appearing at the deposition.
My investigator had discovered that this was not her first run-in with the law. Multiple charges had been filed, all related to her drinking. Unfortunately, her wealthy husband always threw money at them, and they disappeared. Once we reached trial, I would shred her like paper.
I yanked on my long, blonde curly hair in frustration, my blue eyes stone cold. The guy would not shut up. After five hours, he finally concluded his questioning. My client left the room with his nurse, looking worse for wear. The snooty defendant followed, moving quickly, obviously in need of a drink. I began to gather my things, slamming my IPad and files into my briefcase to show my annoyance.
With a smug look on his face, opposing counsel asked, “Is there a problem?”
Oh, I wanted to slap his beautiful face. The man looked just like a 1940s-movie idol. He had thick black hair with just a hint of wave, an elegantly shaped nose, and a very kissable mouth. I probably should have been drawing close, my lips quivering in anticipation. Instead, I pulled up my blouse, revealed my naked breasts encased in a shelf bra and adorned by a nipple charm, and snapped, “Fuck you!” I didn’t flash people often, but I was too frustrated and too tired to come up with a better response.
I made it to the door before a hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
Opposing counsel’s bright green eyes flashed with humor. Before I could say anything, he pushed me up against the wall, pulled up my skirt, and planted his mouth on mine. While I struggled against him, he began to finger my pantiless pussy, squeezing my clit, shoving multiple fingers inside me until I was a whimpering puddle of need.
While I moaned and writhed, he tore open my blouse and began to suck and then bite my nipples. My God, I could barely stand. The man was rapidly pushing me to an orgasm.
When he knelt and moved his mouth to my pussy, his clever tongue flicked over my clit. Then it darted inside me, and I began to lose it. Waves of pleasure spread throughout my body. I moaned loudly and came all over his face. He lapped up my juices and stood up, smiling.
Without a word, he led me to the conference table, bent me over it, and slammed his cock inside me. Just as my pussy was about to explode—again—he pulled out. When I moaned in protest, he pushed the tip of his cock into my asshole, and whispered, “Be a good girl, and I’ll fuck your ass.” Again I moaned and pushed against him.
Chuckling, he slowly pushed until his thick cock was deep inside me. He thrust harder and harder, bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm, his hands pinching my nipples, then my clit, and biting my neck. The man pulled me tight up against him as his cum began to fill my ass, and with one final thrust, he released his load completely. Again he chuckled.
He continued to hold me tightly as we both returned to reality, then slowly withdrew his now slack cock. He turned me around and smiled indulgently. Tweaking my nipple, he said,
“Your Master is very pleased.”
