"Don't fight me lover. You lost this one when you let me get you by the balls. Now give me your hand."
The squirming young man had no choice but to let her take his hand.
Victoria laced her fingers through his, bending his wrist back at an extreme angle. In a moment more Ben found himself with his hand bent over backwards by his ear and his elbow pointing up at the ceiling. It felt like the raven haired beauty standing over him was going to dislocate his shoulder.
The good news was that she released his balls and moved that hand up and tangled it in his hair. She held his face turned up towards her as she took a couple of mincing little steps forward and spread her legs apart. Positioning her luxuriant bush just a hair's breadth from his face, she tipped her pelvis up so that her slit was within easy reach.
Looking down on him with a hungry smile, Victoria repeated her earlier request, only now it was a demand..."Eat me!..."
Ben looked up for a moment longer into this stunning woman's eyes. Then he turned his gaze back to the inviting feast in front of him. He guessed he didn't really have any choice. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and leaned forward like a hungry man at a pie eating contest.
Four weeks to the day before that Ben Clark was entering the prestigious law offices of Levi, McCormack & Henderson - Los Angeles for the first time. He had finished his law degree with honors (not high honors) a year earlier at a small and undistinguished college in the mid-west. He knew that succeeding at LeeMac was the best chance he had at building a successful practice of his own and he was going to do everything in his power to make that happen.
He had married his long time girl friend and he owed it not only to himself but to her not to blow this opportunity. He was prepared to do whatever it took, he thought.
LeeMac had separate floors for criminal, civil, corporate and family law. Ben had hoped to make his way up in the corporate office or, as a second choice, the civil. But the gods were not smiling on him that first day and he found himself being directed to the offices of the family practice.
He had letter of introduction from HR that he was supposed to present to Victoria Jackson, the senior partner of the family law group. He would later find out that Ms. Jackson was truly a luminary in the rarified upper strata of divorce attorneys. She represented only aggrieved women and was the 'go-to' girl for the 'cheated on' wives of corporate magnates and Hollywood producers. She was often seen on the six o'clock news, leading one sun glassed beauty or another from the court house. The client had just received an undisclosed but enormous settlement from her rock star husband.
That was all that Ben knew about her and was looking forward to meeting her. But in fact on that first day, Ms. Jackson had time for only the briefest of meetings with him. She had a long day of depositions in front of her she said. Even so, Ben was impressed.
Vickie Jackson was only in her late thirties and had rose to the pinnacle of her profession in an amazingly short time. Ben had heard that she was known to be totally relentless when it came to unearthing the sins of her clients' husbands and then using that information to lever vast settlements from them or judgments against them. It was even rumoured that she may have (not personally of course, but somehow) arranged for certain introductions to be made that later turned out to be quite incriminating for the husbands of some of her clients who had otherwise led a totally blameless existence.
Knowing only of that reputation Ben was a little surprised to find that Ms. Jackson did not appear to be the ruthless haridan he had imagined. She was, it was true, a very striking woman. She was probably about 5 foot 8, almost Ben's height in her high heels. Her flowing mane of dark hair framed her face as it cascaded to her shoulders. She had a very trim figure, perhaps a little chesty but it was hard to tell beneath the tailored jacket she was wearing.
His new boss had very little free time that morning, but she shook Ben's hand and definitely took her time looking him over. She told him she hoped he didn't mind 'starting at the bottom'. Ben promised that he would work very hard. Mrs. Jackson smiled a slow smile and then passed him on to her executive assistant to get him oriented.
Her assistant was Roxanne Hilton who Ben soon found out that everyone, even though she didn't like it, referred to her behind her back as 'Paris' because of her resemblance to the lanky, doe eyed blonde actress.
Roxanne was a little less forthcoming when Ms. Jackson called her in and asked her to take charge of Ben. His first thought was that Miss Hilton looked a little young (probably about his own age) and a little sort of 'lightweight' to have such a responsible position.
He was soon warned to be wary of this young woman. She was extremely territorial about her position and her boss. Many a careless intern had found himself called on the carpet by Ms. Jackson as 'certain shortcomings in their work' had been brought to her attention by 'someone more responsible' in the organization.
Roxanne got him set up with a desk and his own laptop in the corner of the outer office. She showed him the research library with its endless rows of legal tomes. Then she gave him three thick files of current cases that were awaiting trial dates. She told him simply to find all the relevant precedents he could in the case histories and to work up some notes on the significance of those precedents and how they effected the outcome of those cases. Then, with a sort of withering smile, she left him to it.
Ben was a little daunted at first but decided that if he was going to make a good impression this was the time to start. He read through Ms. Jackson's cases, got a little help from some of the other interns in figuring out the referencing system of the library, and started making notes.
He worked long hours in the evening and each morning left a summary of what he felt were his most interesting findings on Roxanne's desk. By late morning he'd usually get his work back, a lot of it crossed out as not pertinent, but one or two items marked 'Is there more info on this?'.
Ben was never sure if it was Ms. Jackson or Roxanne who was reviewing his work.
After about ten days of this Roxanne approached him one morning and said... "Ms. Jackson wants you to focus on the Carlson case. The trial date has been fast tracked to two weeks from now."
This was the first indication that Ben had that he was doing anything useful. He went back to work even harder. He started seeing Mrs. Jackson briefly when she came out to talk to him about some of the data he had unearthed.
Then, the morning before the trial, Roxanne told him to come in early the next day. Ms. Jackson wanted him and all his files in court with her.
Ben was elated. Sitting in the second row with Roxanne and another paralegal from the office, watching Ms. Jackson do her magic in the courtroom was spellbinding. His boss was wearing a form fitting jacket that emphasized her curvaceous figure. The white top she was wearing beneath her linen jacket revealed a very distracting amount of cleavage. Her white skirt was knee length and very snug.
Ben noticed that she wasn't in the least bit reluctant to use her feminine charms to her advantage. When she was examining the evasive husband before the judge, she several times leaned towards him at crucial moments in his testimony, exposing more of the succulent valley between her breasts to him. This invariably caused him to stammer and stumble through his protestations at the most inappropriate moments.
When she was finishing up with him, she paced back and forth in front of him, her shoulders back, her conical breasts thrust up and out ahead of her. Those high setting globes jiggled and swayed most provocatively as she strutted back and forth on her heels like a runway model.
Mr. Carlson was so obviously ogling her alluring display that Ben figured he never even felt the knife slipping in as she eviscerated him and his testimony. At one point Victoria came back to her table, leaned over and asked Ben to give her some documents she wanted. Ben couldn't help himself from gazing longingly at those golden orbs so brazenly on display. When he caught himself and looked up quickly, Ms. Jackson gave him a wink and a smile before she turned to once more confront poor Mr. Carlson. She finally allowed him to step down after making him look like a drooling idiot in front of the not amused female judge.
Ultimately that judge asked the lawyers back to her chambers for a little talk. Twenty minutes later Victoria was back at her client's side smiling broadly. It was all over. After hearing the judge's remarks, the husband's lawyer had taken Vickie aside and proposed a handsome settlement, fearful that the judge might dictate an even more egregious judgement. Ms. Jackson had accepted on her client's behalf and chalked up one more victim for her trophy wall.
But the day was not finished. They all had to go back to the office and complete a lot of paperwork. The overjoyed client invited Victoria and her staff out for a celebratory drink.
Ms. Jackson said she and Ben had some work to do for the following day but offered Roxanne as Mrs. Carlson's sacrificial drinking partner. Roxanne didn't seem pleased by this turn of events but there was nothing she could do about it. Off she and the laughing client went but not before Roxanne gave Ben a threatening, slit eyed look.
Ms. Jackson led Ben into her office, taking off her jacket on her way in and hanging it on a stand by the door.
"Why don't you take off your jacket too and relax a little Ben. I haven't had much time to talk to you since you arrived. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself...Scotch?...I'm having one. A stiff one..." Vickie offered, going over to the sideboard near her desk and opening a bottle.
