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“You sure you don’t want me to stay?” she asked.

“Yes, I am sure. It has been a long enough day. This should be a short consult.”

He smiled at her again as he walked her to the door. He held the door for her as she closed her coat around herself against the evening chill. As he shut the door, he glanced at the clock. 6:00. His “client” should be here in a half hour. He turned off the lights to the lobby and the hallway, leaving only the conference room lit. He used that time to straighten up things in the formal meeting room. The large walnut table that could seat a dozen people easily was now clear, save for his legal pad and pen. The finish glowed from the reflection of the chandelier overhead. He sat back in his chair and mentally re-read the message he had received earlier in the day. It was meant to be humorous, but, aren’t the funniest things those that have a basis in truth?

“Why are lawyers so good at sex?” was the text message that he received from a number he had just added to his contact list that afternoon. Following the text was a link to an article that proceeded to explain, lawyers know the value of time. Since they get paid by the hour, they know how to turn a 30 minute job into one that lasts several hours. Lawyers also know the value of preparation – it is the only way to assure success. The text message that came after the link was, “I’ll be the judge of that, counselor. See you at 6:30.”

It had been less than 24 hours since he had met the sender of the messages. He and a couple of colleagues had been at the bar down the street from the office entertaining a couple of future clients. A trio of women sat at the next table over and all evening, he had been playing eye tag with a long-haired brunette. Her companions left and she sat alone, finishing her drink and making notes on her tablet. When his business meeting was done, the men got up to leave. As he walked by her table, she actually reached out and put her hand on his arm. The contact stilled his departure and when he looked at her, she said clearly, “Can you stay a minute, I have a couple of questions to ask you?”

He hid the surprise and quickly responded. “Let me walk these guys out, and I’ll be back.”

It took him ten minutes to return to her table, but she smiled unannoyed. In the meantime, she had ordered him a drink, the same whiskey mix that he had been drinking. He sat down across from her and looked quizzically at her.

“Thanks for coming back,” she almost cooed at him.

He replied warmly, “You had me intrigued, so what did you want to ask? as he took a sip of the drink.

“Are you an attorney?” she asked, to which he nodded his head in assent.

“Is your office nearby?” to which he nodded accordance again.

“Would you be able to squeeze me into your schedule tomorrow? I have a situation about which I need some assistance.”

“Can you give me an idea what it is about, so I can tell you if I am the right person to offer advice?” he asked.

She quickly responded that she was certain he would be qualified to handle her situation and that she would rather save it for the confines of his office.

“Alright,” he responded and handed her his business card. “Call the office tomorrow and my secretary will fit you in, or” and he paused a second, then took out a pen and wrote his cell number on the back of the card and finished “you can reach me at this number directly”.

After saying thank you, she changed the subject to polite small talk. The conversation was smooth and simple and revealed little about the woman, save for her quick wit, broad knowledge base and easy smile. After a half hour, she handed him a plain card with a phone number written on it. “I’ll be in touch,” she said as she got up, and walked out the door.

And she was true to her word, with the text he received just this afternoon. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a client that he knew nothing about the situation needing his services. He didn’t waste any energy thinking about it; she would tell him when she got here in, he looked at his watch, any moment now. At that, he heard the outer door of the building open. It was a lobby shared with an accounting firm. He knew for certain he was the only person left in either of the two offices, so the visitor was either someone returning to their office or his “client.” He sincerely hoped it was the latter. He walked to the main door of the office and opened it just as his “appointment” reached the door. She was dressed for the weather with her long wool coat and a scarf around her neck. She smiled as he opened the door and gestured that she should enter.

“This way,” he said as he gestured toward the conference room. She took off her gloves as she walked toward the only lit room in the office. He followed her into the room and asked her if he could get her a drink. She smiled, and said, “ No, thank you,” and laid her bag and gloves on one of the padded chairs. She began to unwind her scarf as he walked to his chair and took a seat, expecting that she would do the same. She unbuttoned her coat, and let it fall on the chair.

Nothing could have prepared him for what happened next. He was pretty sure his jaw dropped open as he looked at her standing beside the table. She had been naked under the coat. All she had on was a pair of thigh high stockings held up with a lacy black garter belt. No bra. No panties. And now she was standing in his conference room.

“What can I assist you with?” he asked, quickly recovering from his surprise.

Straight faced, she looked at him and said, “I think I am going to be charged with being a bad girl. Can you get me off?”

She walked closer to him in a manner that could only be described as a saunter. She swirled his chair to the side, dropped to her knees, and reached for his belt buckle. Deftly, she opened it and pulled down the zipper.

“Counselor, I think you should drop this suit.” He obliged by lifting his hips as she pulled his pants down over his knees. Reaching inside his briefs, she pulled out his stiffening cock and swallowed it. She wasn’t hesitant. She wasted no time as she stroked him with her tongue, stroked him with her lips, stroked him with her hands. She looked up at him through long lashes and gave him a smile. Not an easy thing to do with his cock buried deep in her throat. Her wet mouth continued to slide over him until he became long and hard. She slid her mouth off of his fully erect cock and said “Do you have enough information to get me off?”

He smiled, and stood, lifting her up with him. He turned her so that her butt was at the table’s edge. Her heels were just high enough to place her ass just above the surface. He pushed her back so that she was laying on the table. He flattened his hands against her breasts and squeezed them hard. He kneaded the round flesh and took the nipples between his fingers and played with them until they tightened. Her mouth curled into a smile so he continued to play with her tits. Pulling on her nipples till she moaned, he continued to massage them in his palms. He stepped between her legs, spreading them in the process as he reached over and took one erect nipple between his lips. As he sucked, he flicked the tip with his tongue. He nipped at it, eliciting a moan from her. He moved his mouth to the other tit as he slipped his hand between her legs. Just as he took the nipple in his mouth, he sunk a finger deep in her pussy. The suddenness caused her to tighten the muscles around him. He withdrew his finger slowly and began to stroke her rhythmically. He stroked her till she was very wet, then rubbed her clit with his wet finger. Removing his hand, he released her nipple from his wet mouth and used both hands to spread her legs wide apart. Opening her wet pussy, he lowered his mouth and licked her. He stroked his tongue up and down her wet slit. He teased the opening and then flicked her clit. When she flinched at the contact, he stroked up and down and around the little bud. Circling without touching, applying increasing pressure with each circuit. When she tightened her thighs a little, he could tell she was starting down that road of pleasure. He closed his mouth around her clit and sucked. She bucked her hips against the abrupt change in contact. He pulled his mouth away and began to lick her slit again. He tightened his tongue and used it to stroke her folds. Up and down he stroked, parting her lips each time. He delved deeper in her wetness, allowing his tongue to slide inside a little. She moaned a tiny moan so he resumed circling the area around her clit. Up and down, back and forth, everywhere but the center. His repetitive motions causing arousal without getting close enough to ring the bell.

He could tell it was stimulating. She tried to move that sensitive part closer to his tongue and he kept it just out of reach. He liked edging. If she thought she was in control, she had a lesson to learn. As he continued applying pressure to everywhere but where she now wanted it, he slipped a finger inside her pussy. He slid it in and out, timing it with his tongue. He increased the pace, allowing his tongue to get closer, adding enough pressure to heighten the growing arousal. A second finger joined the first, finger fucking her as his tongue worked against her clit. He drove his fingers into her, deeper and twisting on the way out, his knuckles stroking her insides. He increased the pace watching her hips begin to move. He pulled his mouth away and stood up, still stroking her with his hand. His other hand grabbed her leg and pulled her closer to the edge of the table. Just balancing her ass, half on, half off the table. He removed fingers and slid his cock deep inside her. As he began to stroke her slowly, then more quickly, then hard and deep, he placed his thumb against her hooded clit and began to rub. Firmly applying pressure, he continued to rub, back and forth, up and down, in a circle, again and again increasing the pace to match the intensity of his cock stroking her pussy. He held her hips as he thrust in and out, making sure she knew she was being fucked hard as he teased her clit to climax.

When she came, she came hard. Her back arched off the table and she tried to pull away. He let go of her clit and used both hands to keep her in place. He continued to stroke her as he felt her convulsing around him. She tried to disengage, and he pulled her tighter against him as he continued to pound himself inside her. Her moans turned into gasps begging him to stop. He knew she could take more, so he gave it to her, stroking harder and faster, not allowing the sensations to stop. He avoided making contact with her clit but stroked her pussy with a relentless drive. He continued to fuck her till he felt her second climax take over. As she had not recovered from the first, the second racked her body with shudders. He went deep, finding his release as he held her against him. He contractions milked him and he held her in place till they both returned to a state of normalcy.

“I’m certain I can get you off,” he said as he withdrew. He looked at her naked, spent body splayed across his conference table. She didn’t move immediately, but he knew he would never look at the table the same again.