I sat down at the conference table opposite this new client and tried not to focus on my nerves. This was my first solo contract at the law firm I've been working at for a few years now and I needed it to go well. If it did, it meant a salary bump and one step closer to making partner.
"You're late." The older man said gruffly.
I wasn't. I was actually 10 minutes early but when clients like Mr. Raphlo with money like had said something, they were always right.
"My apologies Mr. Raphlo. It won't happen again, sir."
We went through the formalities of introduction and began working on the case. He was definitely guilty of sexual harassment at his shipping company but we were going to paint the picture that the woman was asking for it, and had a 'reputation.'
I'm not proud of some of the things I did on the job, but it's life.
About five minutes into the conversation, I started to give a rundown of what I thought our approach should be. Mr. Raphlo leaned back and smoked his cigar while listening to my stance. About halfway through, I felt something graze my leg. I wasn't sure what Raphlo was doing. I mean, this guy was assaulting women not men.
I thought about saying something, or even moving back a bit to be passive about it but figured what does it really mean to me if he rubs his foot on my leg a little. This case could make my career so I went along with it.
Although, I was wrong.
As the foot creeped up my leg I realized that it was no foot, but a hand! And I could see both of Mr. Raphlo's hands above the desk. Who the fuck was touching me?!
I coughed and paused for second and the hand stopped, just past my knee.
"And then what?" he asked.
"Um.." what do I do? Do I make the stranger under the table known? That could be embarrassing enough that Raphlo walks out right now. I needed to keep this client and if he knew we had a wrap for mysterious people groping you under desks he may not stick around.
"Um, so we start by interviewing some of her ex's. With a little grease they'll be happy to share the slutty side of her back story.."
The hand continued it's path up my leg. As the fingers grazed my inner thigh I shivered a bit. I was ticklish there and had to focus really hard not to laugh. I wasn't sure how far this stranger was going to take this joke but the line was crossed when the hand finally cupped the basket of my crotch.
They massaged me a bit and against my will I started to harden. Their other hand finally placed itself on my right leg and I determined they must be sitting right between my legs at this point. How far is this person going to go??
I inhaled quickly out of shock as the belt buckle on my pants was silently and slowly undone. Shit.
At this point Raphlo had begun criticizing the plan but believe it or not, complimenting some of my approach as well. That felt good but found it hard to concentrate on that while my pants were being unbuttoned.
Thankfully the slacks I'd worn that day were all buttons so no zipper sound was detected as the remaining defenses to my crotch were undone. I felt the hands grab the waist of my pants and begin to pull them down.
No! No way was I going to let this guy take my pants off. I figured it was a guy by this point because there's just no way a girl would do something like this.
I planted my butt firmly in my chair to provide the resistance I needed to keep my pants on. He seemed to give up, thankfully, and I sighed with my little victory.
"Eep!" I squeeked. The stranger had pinched my inner thigh hard, causing a few involuntary actions. One, I squeeked which caused Raphlo to stop talking and look at me funny.
