Ensnaring Lilly Ch 09

IN THIS CHAPTER: With only a day left before she is to report back to Mistress Tallenger's estate, Lilly visits with lawyers to discuss the contract. Lilly's appointments lead to some embarrassing, yet revelatory, admissions. Hopeful a powerful contract attorney will take her case, Lilly submits to some unorthodox demands. A law clerk cleaves Claire and takes Lilly to a humiliating climax in front of strangers.

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She felt it important to dress professionally, and since one of the lawyers she planned to see today was a man, adding some sexiness seemed to be a good idea. She bundled her breasts into a lace open-cup shelf bra that left her nipples exposed. She matched it with a skimpy pink silk thong that hugged Claire's tiny billows tightly. Black nylon thigh highs with seams down the backs rounded out her lingerie. The tight lacy bands at the top meant she didn't need to wear a garter belt.

Next, she selected a business suit. The raspberry-colored blazer she selected was cut and tapered tightly to her waist; a single silver button clasped over her belly button displayed her generous cleavage. Her nipples were sexy little suggestions beneath the sportcoat. A matching pencil skirt landed midway on her thighs and hugged her hips just enough to accentuate her bottom. Black heels and a black leather clutch tied it together nicely.

Pulling her Mahogany tresses into an efficient bun, she left her bangs be and pulled wisps of it free to frame her face. Lilly was never one for a lot of makeup and she kept it simple: A little powder to dim the dusting of freckles across her nose, light pink lipstick with gloss, soft blush and some dusty eyeshadow to highlight her emerald-hued peepers.

More than a few people had told her she resembled Audrey Hepburn. Lilly had looked the actress up online and she saw some similarity in the eye shape, cheekbones and facial structure. But from her perspective, Audrey was far more beautiful. The actress was a couple inches shorter and had tiny A-cups that were dwarfed by Lilly's D's. At 104 pounds, Audrey was beyond petite when compared to Lilly's 122 pounds. Plus, she had green eyes and Audrey's were deep brown pools you could swim in.

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Arriving at the first appointment, Lilly was ushered into an office where an older overweight man sat. There were stacks of paper around him and based on his pale skin, Lilly wasn't sure he ever left the office. "My assistant said you wanted me to look over a contract?"

Lilly didn't have a physical copy of the document. She had tried to print it out and an error code kept popping up on the screen. When she looked at it on her phone, it was a jumbled mess. But she figured she would talk to an attorney first and then worry about getting it printed. "Well, I'd like to speak with you about it. It's an NDA and there is some language that says I can't share it." Crossing her legs, she knew the tops of the thigh highs would be revealed.

The man tugged an earlobe and adjusted his glasses. Looking over his desk, his eyes fell to her legs and after a moment, Lilly grinned and casually uncrossed them, exposing the pink silk triangle covering Claire. If he wanted to look up her skirt because it meant he would take her case, she had no problem putting Claire on display. But he soon lost interest and brought his eyes to hers. He asked, "You have an accent. You're American, yes?"

"Yes."

Nodding, he said, "We have the same attorney-client privilege in Switzerland as you do in the U.S."

"Oh, okay. I didn't know that."

He leaned back and pulled the glasses off his nose. Tugging a handkerchief from the pocket of his suit coat, he slowly wiped the lenses. "Did my assistant share my hourly rate?" Lilly shook her head and opened her thighs a bit more. His eyes flicked down and held on her pussy. Clearing his throat, he looked up and said, "Miss, I can appreciate a woman's vagina as much as the next man, but you might be interested to know I'm gay."

"Oh." Her cheeks flushed and she crossed her legs. There was no point in giving him something he wasn't interested in.

He said, "I require a $5,000 retainer and my services are $500 an hour. And just so we are clear, those rates also apply to clients who have a penis between their legs."

Lilly's heart sank. Even if she drained her account, she couldn't afford this man. "I see." Thinking quickly, she said, "If I paid the $500, would you at least hear me out. I'm not sure I have a leg to stand on."

He cocked an eyebrow. "You've already signed this contract?"

"Yes."

He looked at Lilly with disdain. Pushing the glasses on, he said, "Young lady, I can't negotiate a contract that you've already signed."

Lilly felt like the idiot he made her out to be. "I was...I really needed the work."

Shaking his head, he said, "I completely understand, but that doesn't improve your position in any negotiation that could have taken place."

She fought back tears. "So you won't even talk to me about it for $500?"

"I'm sorry, but since you've already signed it, there is no reason to do so and I would still require the retainer. I am running a business here." He looked at her for a moment before sighing heavily. "One way to look at this is that I saved you $5,500."

Lilly sniffled, excused herself and walked out.

Two hours later she walked into another firm. This one was larger. There were people bustling about and the click-clack of keyboards being rapidly banged on filled a large room as she followed a fit man of about her age into an office that was well appointed with expensive looking furniture and artwork. There were pictures of a woman Lilly knew from the firm's website to be Francesca Fulton-Fontaine. In the pictures, the lawyer was attending various lavish events and shaking hands with important looking people. Lilly thought one of them was a movie star, but couldn't be sure.

Francesca was the lead contract attorney at the firm and had made partner last year, just before turning 40. Lilly already knew she wouldn't be able to afford the woman's services, but she hoped that since they were both female, an accommodation could be made; that Francesca would take pity on her.

When the clerk introduced her afternoon appointment, Francesca's eyes danced over Lilly's body, pausing at the dark valley of cleavage before trailing downward and holding on the short skirt. On cue, Claire woke up, a tiny dribble of feminine froth seeped. Lilly smiled uncomfortably; she wasn't sure of what to make of the non-verbal exchange they had just shared. Perhaps the "girl aura" was at work. If dressing sexy for the male lawyer hadn't worked, perhaps it would with Francesca.

The lawyer was tall and runway-model attractive with high cheekbones and symmetrical facial structure punctuated by a perky nose and defined chin. She had a French accent, entrancing grey eyes and a very firm handshake. She wore her jet-black hair up and pulled away from her face. She was slender with an alluringly long neck and breasts so modest she didn't need to wear a bra. And she wasn't. A nearly sheer white silk blouse conveyed her small, rosey areolas and sharply pointed nipples. Exquisitely tailored skin-tight grey slacks highlighted modest hips and the thin material tucked nicely into her feminine contours. It was obvious to Lilly the woman wasn't wearing panties. Her long legs narrowed to small ankles and brilliant red heels finished things off with a sexy flourish at her feet.

Francesca smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Lilly." She looked at the clerk and said, "David, that will be all. Lock the door on your way out and hold my calls." A distinct electric click was heard after David closed the door. Lilly took a seat on the other side of the woman's desk, leaving her thighs slightly open. She figured that if the lawyer was into girls, showing a little of herself might help sway Francesca to take her case.

Ignoring the show, Francesca asked to look at the contract. Lilly said she was unable to print it and the woman arched an eyebrow. "So let me get this straight. You signed a contract that you have no ability to share with me. Is that right?"

Lilly sniffled. Tears brimmed and she nodded. It seemed as if there would be no gender accommodation, but she wasn't ready to give up. "I tried to print it, but it seems to be locked or something." She looked out the window, trying to compose herself. "But some of the...things...in it don't seem right to me."

Seeing the look of worry on Lilly's face, Francesca softened. She pulled a tissue from a silver box on her desk; perhaps many clients cried in this office. "Calm down. Just catch your breath." When Lilly composed herself, the woman asked, "Can you provide a couple of examples?"

It was embarrassing to admit some of the deliverables, so Lilly chose her words carefully. "It says I am required to live on the client's property until the end of next year."

The attorney seemed unconcerned. "Okay, what else?"

"That the client will sell my business and that all of my wellbeing will be taken care of."

Francesca Fulton-Fontaine nodded her head slightly. "When are you required to report back to the client's property?"

"I am supposed to go back there by 12:01 AM tonight."

"I see." She looked thoughtful. "Lilly, you don't have anything to worry about. This sounds like a very typical employment contract a certain subset of my wealthier clients use. It is quite common for domestic help to live on-property because they are often on-call 24 hours a day. I can assume that the selling of your business will benefit you financially."

Lilly wasn't so sure of that. She said, "But I don't want to sell it." She sniffled and dabbed the tissue to her eyes. "I've worked so hard."

Francesca didn't mince words. "That may be difficult to renegotiate since you already signed the document. I would suggest you immediately bring it up with your employer when you report to the property. Perhaps an accommodation can be made. Is your business in a position where others could run it for you in your absence?"

The pit in Lilly's stomach sank deeper. "No, it's really just me and a part-time employee."

"I see. That does make it more difficult."

Swallowing, Lilly said, "So you're telling me I have no way out of this?" She also opened her knees further.

Francesca cleared her throat. "Not really, no." The attorney leaned back in her chair. "Based on my familiarity with these types of contracts and the people who use them to secure domestic services, they tend to be pretty ironclad." Considering for a moment, Francesca said, "The types of people held to these contracts also generally find the terms...agreeable."

Despite the dire situation, Lilly's pussy throbbed. Being forced into sexual servitude was something she had never really considered. She had learned about sex slaves during her time with the Vatspalts and after they opened her eyes, she relished the dominance they held over her; she had a deep desire to please them. And when they were happy, she was happier. Later, after they parted ways, she had often masturbated to depictions of domination and submission as she read erotic stories on the subject. Many of her internet porn searches focused on sexual subservience. But it all seemed so fantastical.

Francesca interrupted her thoughts, "I would think you would also find the terms...agreeable."

Lilly's cheeks burned because she had arrived at the same conclusion over and over again. Looking to her lap, she wrung her hands. "What do you mean, 'the types people who are held to them?'"

The lawyer smiled. "People who are either innately driven, or trained, to serve others. They derive fulfillment from making others happy. They thrive when control is...exerted...over them. Pleasing others gives them purpose."

But this assignment was much more involved than simply being Rebecca's maid or personal chef. With her head bowed, Lilly admitted, "It says I can be...required...to not wear clothes." When Francesca didn't respond, Lilly looked up.

The attorney had a bemused smile on her face. "And don't you find that...agreeable?"

Lilly said nothing. She found the idea of forced nudity highly arousing. Her cunt had been sopping wet every minute she was topless in front of Rebecca's guests. The attorney shrugged, "It's a private residence. I don't see why that should be of much concern to you. Perhaps the client is a naturist. Nudism is a very common and well-accepted practice in Switzerland."

Lilly said nothing. She already knew Rebecca wasn't a nudist. She was a dominatrix, but that was too much to admit.

Francesca continued, "In Switzerland, it's also legal for domestic help to work in the nude."

"It is?" This came as a surprise.

The lawyer nodded. "It reduces theft of the client's property. The law was passed in 1969 when a wealthy banking customer who kept a property just outside Lucerne had tens of millions of dollars stolen by the hired help who oversaw the running of his estate. Since he was often away attending to other business, it seemed jewelry and small pieces of art kept walking out when the servants' shift would end. That incident, and others like it, also resulted in contracts stipulating the hired help being required to live on-property."

This made some sense to Lilly. She had read stories about drug cartels forcing their manufacturing staff to work naked to reduce the theft of their product. Of course, cartels were illegal operations. However, Switzerland enjoyed immense wealth thanks to its secretive banking laws and she reasoned some of those clients may have been cartels. If a law was applied on a larger scale, legitimate tycoons would also benefit from such a practice. She understood that the country wouldn't want that wealth to move away because some maid with sticky fingers got greedy. All the cameras she'd seen around Rebecca's estate also made more sense.

Francesca asked, "You've been naked around other people, haven't you?"

Lilly just looked at Francesca for a moment before finally nodding.

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Enjoy what?"

"Being nude around others or in public?"

Lilly wrung her hands but said nothing.

Fracesca's gaze fell to the saturated pink triangle covering Claire. Lilly absently - automatically - opened her knees a bit more and the woman smiled. "That's okay, you don't need to answer." They stared at each other, the quiet din of the city outside filling the void. The lawyer said, "You're a stunningly beautiful girl. I can understand why the client would want you...on display."

Lilly wasn't sure what to say, so after a few moments of more uncomfortable silence, she said, "Thank you."

Nodding as if she had come to a conclusion, Francesca Fontain-Fulton said, "I want you to stand up."

"Why?"

The woman stood up behind her desk. "Because I told you to."

After a moment, Lilly asked, "Are you serious?"

Francesca's face set. "If you don't want me to consider your case, you can leave now."

Lilly's tummy fluttered. This happened whenever someone gave her firm direction and if this was what it took for Francesca to consider her case, she would obey. Then she realized she wanted to obey; she wanted to know where this was going. She could feel Claire's warm froth seeping; her panties getting wetter. As she slowly stood, Francesca came around from behind her desk and pointed. "Please move to the center of the office."

Sweeping a wisp of hair away from her face, Lilly tentatively walked to a large open space in the middle of the room. The corner office had floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides and offices across the street on both could clearly see into Francesca's. Standing in the middle of it all left Lilly suddenly feeling vulnerable; there was no sense of privacy.

"Stop. Now, turn and face me."

Lilly turned to find Francesca only a few inches away, their breasts nearly touching.

"Do not move and do not make a sound. Hands behind your back, fingers laced together."

"But..."

"I was clear when I told you to keep your mouth shut, wasn't I?" Lilly opened her mouth and Francesca said tersely, "If you understood what I meant, nod your head."

Clamping her lips closed, Lilly nodded.

"That's a Good Girl."

Her special place stirred again. She liked being a Good Girl and clasped her hands behind her back, pushing her breasts forward in the process. She remained silent as Francesca began fiddling with the button on her blazer. A small gasp escaped her lips and Francesca said, "I told you not to make a sound. I have a gag in my drawer if you think that will help."

Stifling a moan, Lilly stood mute while the lawyer flayed the blazer open. Goosebumps erupted over her exposed flesh. Francesca slowly pulled the garment over Lilly's shoulders and it bunched around her wrists like fabric handcuffs. Franceca grinned when her eyes fell to Lilly's breasts. The open-cup bra she had selected only supported the lower half of her tits and her nipples stood exposed, stiff with arousal. "Your nipples point upward." Francesca's tone was admiring.

Her pulse pounding in her ears, Lilly mewed softly as Francesca rolled her thumbs over the strawberry-hued nubs. The lawyer's warm hands gently cupped her mounded flesh. "They are beautiful."

Lilly wanted to thank Francesca but remained quiet. It seemed important to demonstrate she was a good listener.

Francesca bent and placed her lips lightly over Lilly's right nipple and pulled it into her mouth. Lilly mewed and her knees felt weak as the suckling intensified. There was a quiet popping sound when Francesca dislodged and asked, "Do you like it when I do that?"

Lilly remained silent and after a moment only bowed her head. She had communicated her approval in the same way to the Vatspalts many times in the past. Francesca interpreted her reaction correctly. "I'm not surprised," she said as she opened the bra clasp nestled between Lilly's breasts. The lingerie also fell down her back and entangled itself in the blazer. Over Francesca's shoulder, Lilly caught sight of a woman in an office across the street. She was sitting at her desk and staring intently. She opened her legs, although the reflections on the glass prevented Lilly from seeing the stranger's special place.

Francesca leaned in and Lilly met her halfway, her mouth open. She was drawn to Francesca's confidence and beauty and the little hairs on the back of her neck stood when their lips touched. This time, Lilly was unable to quiet her moan as the lawyer slid an arm around Lilly's waist, pulling her into the kiss. Lilly went without protest. Francesca's sharp nipples jutted into Lilly's softer hillocks. Their tongues slithered around each other and Lilly desperately wanted to wrap her arms around Francesca's waist, but she was tangled in the cloth handcuffs and had been told to stand still.

Pulling back, Francesca tugged Lilly's skirt up to her waist. She said, "You shouldn't be wearing these." The lawyer pulled the saturated panties from Lilly's hips and let them fall to the floor. Lilly didn't object. She hated wearing panties. The cool air on her pussy was startling and more tiny goosebumps erupted over her mons.

Francesca said, "Spread your feet apart," and went to her knees as Lilly stepped out from the panties. In the office across the street, the woman smiled. Francesca picked them up, pressed them to her nose then pushed them into her mouth, sucking Lilly's essence. Satisfied, she tossed them on the desk. Running her fingers over the emerging dark stubble of Lilly's pubic hair, she said, "You need a shave." Then she got to work.

"Oh!" Lilly hiccuped and her breasts bounced. Claire was forced to accept two of Francesca's fingers.

"I told you, no sounds." To make her point, the lawyer shoved her fingers upward and Lilly stood on her toes to decrease the pressure. Francesca began pumping and said, "You're very wet."