Emily rocked back and forth on the terrycloth towel spread on the seat of her chair, enjoying the feeling of it rubbing on her bare pussy while she worked. The office was slightly warm, because the air conditioning was turned off for the weekend, so she was sitting there in front of her typewriter wearing nothing but a scarf over her shoulders because they were never warm enough. She rarely wore a bra when she was alone -- her milky white breasts were not tiny but they were on the small side for a B cup and firm enough not to need one.
It was Saturday afternoon and Emily was the only legal secretary at the firm, typing the briefs and letters that had been dictated on Friday afternoon and left for the weekend shift. It was hard work. No mistakes were allowed in legal documents: no white-out, no correction tape, no erases, no typeovers. Every complaint and motion and pleading had to be perfect or the page had to be totally redone. Fortunately, she was very good at it and completely reliable, so the firm gave her the trusted assignment of weekend duty. She had never let them down. In return, they paid her enough that she could work half time and go to classes during the week.
Plus, hearing about these unbelievable cases was fun! Any one of them could be the plot for a porn film. They made her excited just thinking about the situations these people got themselves into. Like the stripper named Charlene who got carried away one night after a semi-naked day-long walk on mean LA streets and got the bar patrons so excited they broke all kinds of laws at Deidre's strip club -- but what got her busted was the reenactment for the movie. It was just too much for riders in the church bus passing by.
The young woman really got turned on by what she was hearing and typing! Rubbing herself was her way of letting off a little sexual tension. She was glad that she was by herself and could do it but sometimes she got lonely working alone all the time.
Not every law firm in LA could afford weekend and overnight secretaries in 1978. But Kurt's firm was one of the busiest and most profitable the city had ever seen. For several years they had representation of the sex industry all to themselves and now, even with new law firms in competition, business was booming! Massage parlors, adult movie theaters, and sex clubs were cropping up all over: the Sexual Revolution had gone commercial! Of course, the forces of the status quo and prudism fought it at every step and that meant real and threatened lawsuits, legal filings, zoning hearings, and every once in a while a high-profile criminal bust. Kurt had originally shied away from defending clients accused of prostitution but this was another growth area and so his firm took it on. His old clients, the pornographers, the club owners, and the strippers, initially didn't like it because they considered themselves "legit". But as they got closer the real thing, they saw how much they could make crossing the line. They figured out fast that they wanted the same wizard representing them in court that had helped them build their business, knew all about them, knew all their secrets, and had still stuck with them.
The last brief was done and Emily's work for the day was done. She could leave early and still get paid for the day because it was after noon, but she wasn't in any hurry. She lived alone and didn't even have a cat to keep her company. Between sitting around nude in her room and doing it at work, she liked to do it more at work, where it was inappropriate. She wished she had the courage to do expose herself in public, like Kurt's clients. She knew she didn't have the kind of body men drool over, like this Charlene person or the legendary Deidre, who she was dying to meet some day. But that wasn't the point. She just had these urges -- well, pretty much wanted all the time -- to show herself off to someone who wanted to look -- that was all. Was that so unnatural for a girl?
Well, maybe she would go home after all. She would be bored sitting in her apartment. But she could always curl up on her couch and masturbate -- again and as usual. She really needed something sexual to happen in her life and she knew it.
But before she left she had one really important thing to do. She pulled a bulky manila envelope out of her purse and took out her keys. The boss, Kurt, had trusted her with a key to his office in case there were documents or files there she needed on weekends. He didn't want to drive all the way back to his office just to open the door. This one day she thought she might use the key that had been entrusted to her for an unauthorized, but very good, reason.
Barefoot and naked except for the scarf that kept her shoulders comfortable, she padded across the office suite to Kurt's luxurious corner office and opened the door. It looked almost bare now that the last big case had settled two weeks ago and all those boxes of files had been sent to storage. Much neater than usual and freshly cleaned and polished by the janitor last night. She walked behind Kurt's huge desk, uncluttered for the first time in months, and put the envelope right in the center of his desk pad, where he would be sure to see it first thing on Monday morning. Then she turned to go.
Kurt had a little seating area away from his desk, next to the door where she had come in. Something caught her eye -- it was Deidre's book. She knew all about it and had seen it once before, but only for a couple of minutes. Deidre, one of Kurt's most important clients, was in a dispute with the publisher, who had wanted her to tone it down and then refused to print it when she wouldn't. He published art books that pushed the edge, not raw porn, he said. Kurt was arguing that he should honor his contractual commitment to publish it because if he hadn't spelled out language to prohibit anal sex it was his fault. "But nobody wants to see anal sex," the publisher had pleaded. "You don't even see it in porn -- only the really kinky stuff!" Kurt, smirking because the publisher had just admitted by saying that that he looked at it, showed no mercy. Ten years ago, porn didn't show pubic hair and now it did. Porn today was the artistic representation of tomorrow and what people bought in 1978 was irrelevant to what they were going to want in 1988. When it came to anal sex, the future would be behind them. Emily knew about all this from the deposition.
