Sally Myers was a woman on the fast track.
Since graduating from college, the ink barely dry on her law degree and her mortarboard not having sat still long enough to collect dust, she had delivered resumes to some of the most prestigious and best known law offices in Chicago.
Having agreed to join the firm of Gabbott, Robbins & Clarke, she presented herself first thing Monday morning at the criminal defense department, under the tutelage of Jonathan Clarke, senior partner and noted litigator of fierce reputation. Jonathan was just on the wrong side of 55 and a widower, yet he had aged very well due to a daily regimen of hard work, exercise and clean living. Rather boring compared to Sally, who in her day was known for wild parties, copious amounts of liquor and even the odd joint.
Sally sat in the foyer outside Jonathan Clarke's office. His secretary, a rather frigid, spinster looking woman in her mid 40's named Alice Fothergill was seated bolt upright in a true ergonomic style behind a contemporary receptionist station. Her hair pulled tight in a perfectly sphered bun and held in place with a pair of what appeared to be ivory hair pins.
The intercom buzzed, "Alice is Ms. Myers here?"
"Yes." replied Alice in a curt, unemotional tone. "Send her in." came the direction.
Sally could not help but feel she had just been sent into the principal's office for a school yard indiscretion. Alice Fothergill got up and looked at Sally. "Mr. Clarke will see you now." and not waiting for a response, Alice opened the door to the inner sanctum.
Sally took a few steps into Jonathan Clarke's cavernous office and stopped. Classically styled in leather and oak, it exuded wealth, opulence and power. Sally stood rooted to the spot. She dusted some lint off her skirt and still admired how well it fit.
"Ms. Myers, please take a seat." This took Sally by surprise. His voice was nowhere near as stern and authoritarian over the intercom.
Sally motioned forward and sat in a plush chair opposite Jonathan's desk. She melted into the leather, as soft as a baby's behind, and slowly crossed her legs.
"Welcome to the firm Ms. Myers. I must say it is a pleasure having you with us."
"Thank you so very much Mr. Clarke. I am extremely happy to be here, and please, call me Sally."
"Very well. I've been reading your resume` and I must say I am impressed. But let me ask, are you related to Warren Myers?"
"Yes. He's my father."
Suddenly, Sally was feeling a little unsure of herself. She worked her ass off through college, got the best grades and graduated with honors. If she got this job because her father was a State Supreme Court Judge, she'd have to reconsider her high school application to Burger King.
"An immensely intelligent man your father, and passionate about the law. I can see where you got your smarts from. The good looks must have come from your mother."
Just then a side door opened and Alice Fothergill walked in carrying a bundle of folders. Sally was left a little dazed by Jonathan last comment. She was relieved that her resume` was taken on merit, but surprised by the 'good looks' comment, but then, Sally knew it wasn't untrue.
Sally sat quietly as folders were exchanged between Alice and Jonathan for his signature. On the very last folder, Sally saw something she wasn't sure of. Did her hand brush his? Perhaps just an innocent meeting.
"I won't beat around the bush" Jonathan said and he busily signed documents "there will be long hours and I expect 100% commitment from my litigators. Clients are to be billed for everything from DNA analysis to paper clips and if you were after heated courtroom battles, you've come to the right place. This firm has not achieved a 94% success rate in criminal defense by my lawyers standing around the water cooler discussing football scores"
With that Jonathan half stood and extended his hand to Sally. She reciprocated and slid her hand into his for a firm, business like hand shake.
"Alice will be with you shortly. She'll show you to your office, give you a tour and generally make you feel well at home"
With that Sally turned on her heal and walked out of Jonathan Clarke's office. As the door clicked closed, Jonathan turned to Alice Fothergill, "She has a great ass, don't your think?"
Alice turned to her employer. "I noticed you didn't quite stand fully when you shook her hand. I can just imagine why."
"I was a little impeded."
"Ha!" replied Alice, "but to answer your question, she does have a great ass, and for all I care you can cover it in strawberries and whipped cream or dive tongue deep into what I assume will be an equally great pussy" and with that Alice Fothergill leaned forward, place her hand on Jonathan crotch and squeezed to feel he was almost fully erect. She let of a low growl of pleasure at the solid meat just inside those tailor made pants, licked Jonathan ear and whispered, "but this belongs to me."
With that Alice dropped to one knee and with the speed that only comes with practice she had Jonathan cock out of his pants and into her mouth. Jonathan leaned back as he felt the warmth of Alice's mouth envelope his engorged shaft and felt her tongue working overtime. "By god Alice, you never cease to surprise and amaze." The sight of his secretary swallowing his solid cock with a ravenous hunger only served to make him harder.
Alice worked his cock hard and fast. She felt his balls heavy with what was soon to be a mass of hot sticky cum, and Alice wanted every drop. She worked his cock over. Not one inch escaped attention. Her hot wet mouth covering its head, her right hand juggling his overfilled balls and her left hand stroking his rock hard shaft. Occasionally Jonathan would shift his weight and Alice would look up without skipping a beat, saw the pleasure on his face and increased the tempo. Before too long his breath shortened, his back arched. Alice's head was moving back and forth in exact unison with her hand as she stroked his shaft and soon a muffled "argh" and wave after wave of hot sweet sticky cum filled Alice's mouth and slid down the back of her throat. Each convulsion brought more and more of the glorious juice and Alice swallowed every drop. She kept the motions, and the speed had dropped, but still he was cumming.