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The Lawyer
It was Friday afternoon, and Mike was working on
some cost estimates when he looked up from his
office desk in the corner of the barn where he stored
construction materials and equipment. The clothes
were like a man's, dark pinstripe jacket with
shoulder pads and lapels, trousers, white shirt and
striped tie. The contents were distinctly female,
wide hips, crimson lipstick, a delicately boned face
with shortish, wavy black hair, black pumps with
inch-high heels. He guessed she was in her thirties,
probably twenty pounds heavier than she had been in
high school but still slender and fit for her age. She
wore no rings. "I'm Cera Carlin," she said, "your
wife's divorce lawyer."
He stood, and noted she was almost as tall as he
was. "Please take a seat. I'll be with you in a
moment."
"Mr. Cowley, I charge by the hour, and you are
going to end up paying my bills. Perhaps you should
speak to me now."
"Speak."
"I'm here to go over your books for the last three
years, prior to the formal discovery process to
establish the worth of your assets."
Mike pressed a button to summon Brenda-Sue, his
secretary and book keeper. "I've agreed to alimony
and child support, even for the one which isn't mine.
What does she care about Cowley Construction
Company?"
"Mr. Cowley, last year you were offered nearly 4
million dollars for your company by Prestige
Development, and you laughed them off. You must
value your company at more than 4 million. This is
a community property state, so your wife is entitled
to half of the marital assets. You will owe her at
least 2 million dollars, maybe more, depending on
what I find in your financial records."
"I don't have that sort of money."
"The court will order the business sold, and half the
proceeds will go to your wife."
"That's stupid. If you destroy the business I've
spent fifteen years building, I won't have an income,
so how can I pay alimony and child support? What
about my 47 workers? They'll be out of work, and
since they are non-union, Prestige won't hire them.
They just want me gone, to eliminate competition."
"That's not my concern, Mr. Cowley."
"Maybe it should be," said Brenda-Sue, who had
moved up behind Cera Carlin. "You know the
difference between a rooster and a lawyer? The
rooster clucks defiance! You want to screw my
boss and the rest of us who work here. You know
what my motto is? Do unto others as they would do
unto you, and do it to them first." Brenda-Sue was
half Black and half Hispanic, and she weighted about
260 pounds. She grabbed the lawyer's arms from
behind in a vice-like grip and easily lifted her a few
inches off the floor.
"Good idea, Brenda-Sue." Mike stepped up to the
frightened lawyer and calmly removed her tie. Then
he unbuttoned the collar and the rest of the buttons
down the front of the shirt. With a yank, he peeled
the shirt back to expose Cera's expensive bra.
Another yank left the bra up around Cera's neck.
Her breasts hung free, not bad but not the perky tits
of a teen-age chick nor the firm melons of an
augmented bust. "I think law schools exist to
provide conscience-ectomies. How else can you
explain this bitch's disregard for other people? She
needs a lesson in humility."
"I'm only representing my client the best I can,"
protested Cera, who could not believe this man had
the audacity to bare her breasts like that.
"Do unto others," said Brenda-Sue. She put Cera
back on her feet but twisted her arm around behind
her and walked the slender lawyer across the dirty
floor to a work bench upon which was mounted a
huge wooden vice. It was holding a door to be
planed, but Mike saw what Brenda-Sue had in mind,
and he cranked open the jaws of the vice and
removed the door. Brenda-Sue lifted the twisted
arm until Cera Carlin was bent over at the waist,
with her breasts hanging down between the jaws of
the vice. Mike turned the screw and compressed the
lawyer's tits in the vice. "Ow! You're hurting me!"
Mike cranked a couple more turns, to make sure
Cera was firmly secured. Brenda-Sue released the
arm and began to pull the jacket back and off Cera's
shoulders. The lawyer, less than half Brenda-Sue's
size, couldn't resist, as the book keeper methodically
undressed her. The jacket came off, and the shirt,
and the bra. Then Brenda-Sue slid the pants down,
revealing cotton panties and knee-high stockings.
She took the panties and left the lawyer her
stockings and shoes.
Cera Carlin pounded her fists on the work bench and
lashed out with her feet, trying to kick someone.
Brenda-Sue simply used duct tape to fasten the legal
ankles far apart, taped to the lower rail of the table.
That left her victim with her bottom uppermost and
thrust out behind, as her feet were now forward of
her center of gravity. Cera had to hold onto the vice
and pull or the tendency to fall backward would
almost tear her tits off. Pleased with her work,
Brenda-Sue left a pink hand print on each upraised
buttock.
"Page some of the guys," said Mike. "If she's going
to screw them, it's only fair..." He undid his belt
and freed his erect penis, ready for action and 8
inches long. The lawyer wasn't prepared to find the
tip of his tool sliding up and down her exposed
vulva, bumping her clitoris with every stroke.
"That's it, Ms. Carlin, loosen up a bit and get wet.
You might as well enjoy what's coming to you."
"You can't get away with this. I'll see the bunch of
you in jail!"
"Just watch," said Mike, as he eased the bulbous
head of his penis into the yielding pinkness of Cera's
cunt. She was no virgin, but she hadn't had a date
in more than two years, and she'd never had it from
behind. She gasped as Mike's member thrust into
her, and he bounced on his toes, stretching her
vagina and pounding on a G-spot she never knew
she had. His belly mashed her buttocks as his huge
organ filled and stretched her as she'd never been
filled before. He was relentless, and soon she was
gasping and grasping at the rough wood of the work
bench and groaning and moving her hips as if to
accentuate the pounding penetration of Mike's
penis. "Uuuungh!" she moaned, and her vaginal
walls clamped down on Mike's meat. He shot his
semen deep inside her and pulled out.
George and Harry were standing by. George went
first, sliding easily into the well lubricated sheath and
going slap, slap, slap against her ass until he shot his
wad too. Harry was right behind him, and then John
Smithson, the carpenter, and John Jenkins, his new
apprentice. Cera Carlin forgot the pain in her
breasts, even as they were crushed by the vice and
stretched by her writhing motions as she was raped
over and over again. Sixteen construction workers
had their way with her, and then half a dozen more
came in, to get their pay checks, and they stayed to
get their rocks off at Ms. Carlin's expense. A
sizeable puddle of semen accumulated on the floor,
and more was spread over her back and buns and
inner thighs. Cera Carlin was wasted, hardly able to
support herself, but forced to, lest her tits be pulled
off. "Now, it's my turn," said Brenda-Sue. "Don't
forget to wash her out well," said Mike. "We don't
want any DNA evidence left inside her."
It was nearly an hour later when Mike looked up
from his desk and saw Cera Carlin standing there
again. She was dressed in the pumps and pin-stripe
trousers and jacket, just as before, but her shirt was
unbuttoned almost to the waist, and her bra was
missing. "Mr. Cowley," she said, "I'm sure we can
work out some way for you to keep your company.
It can't be in my client's best interest to bankrupt
you." He smiled and said, "I'm glad to see you have
changed your views." She smiled back and said,
"Same time next week?"
[end]
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