Julie's perceived triumph over Horace gave the young, blonde lawyer a feeling of exhilaration and helped her to believe that there might yet be a light at the end of the tunnel.
She knew that she would have to return to her law firm very soon or suffer the consequences of her absence. Julie resolved to go back to the firm and not let the past few weeks continue to intimidate her. The beautiful blonde knew this would be difficult but she tried to summon all of her courage to do so. Her entire future depended on it. She picked up the telephone and called work, letting them know she would return the next day.
*****
Pamela Jackson was in a totally different mindset. The abject humiliation that she felt because of her submission to Hall had not subsided. For over a decade and a half, the only cock which had found a home in her tight pussy was that of her husband, Gene Jackson. Now the beautiful, voluptuous brunette had not only taken Hall's stiff male flesh into her vagina, but she had collapsed to the floor in front of him and had washed away her love juices from his flaccid cock with her mouth.
Somehow, Pamela could not shake the feeling that she had when she felt his deflating cock in her mouth. It was a feeling of total subjugation to Hall. It was a feeling that only this powerful man had the ability to keep her from sinking into abject poverty and humiliation. No matter how much time passed, the beautiful mature woman still remembered her nose buried in Hall's pubic hair, his spent penis entirely within her mouth, and the strong odor and taste of her own pussy that she experienced when she cleaned his cock with her soft, wet tongue. The memory of Hall staring down triumphantly into her big, brown eyes as she pitifully looked up at him and mouthed his penis clean served only to remind her of his powerful hold over her.
The recollection of the pathetic way she begged him to help her also caused the proud woman a great deal of shame. Her feeble voice begging him with "Will you help me, please," resounded in her brain over and over again. Pamela remembered only too well how she pled with him just as he was about to stick his hard cock into her tight cunt. Why did she spread her lush thighs for this man? She should have fought him with all of her strength. What would her teenaged daughter, just about to leave for college, have said if she knew her mom was opening her legs to another man and letting that man shoot his cum into her pussy? Pamela thought of how shameful she would have appeared to her daughter, laying on her back on Hall's desk being deflowered by this big man. How could she have submitted herself, she wondered?
Hall had been very clear to Pamela. She was to call him within 48 hours and be ready to travel for a couple of nights. If she did not, then he would not consider helping her in any way.
Pamela was loath to call him. However, on the second day, she began to nervously wonder what would happen to her and her family if she chose not to call. Certainly, her husband, Gene Jackson, would be fired from his law firm for cause. Then he would get no severance pay or partnership equity. They would lose the house and the lifestyle and her daughter would not be able to go to the private university that she had been accepted into. Divorce would inevitably follow, although Pamela was well on her way to seeking that even if she could save the family. But a divorce with Gene while he was unemployed would be disastrous for Pamela's future. She had never been in the workforce and certainly didn't have the skills necessary to get a good paying job.
As she sat at her kitchen table and contemplated her horrible position, Pamela looked out the French doors into the back yard. Her beautiful eighteen year old daughter was gleefully playing in the pool with several friends, all of whom had just graduated from high school. Pamela's heart swelled with pride as she looked at Laura, who reminded her so much of herself at that age: tall, tanned, long-legged, and slender, yet having full breasts that nearly burst from the bikini that she wore. She looked at her daughter's beautiful face and innocent smile. How could she break her daughter's heart by doing something that she knew would result in Laura not being able to go to college like she wanted? Pamela shook her head in disbelief at what was happening to her.
The beautiful brunette got furious every time she thought of her husband's lewd behavior. How and why had he put them in this position, she wondered? She recognized the fact that she no longer found him to be an alluring man, but she still was faithful to him. She worked hard to keep up the domestic side of his life so that he could concentrate on providing the financial security that they relied on. She also worked doubly hard to stay in good physical shape (in contrast to him, she thought), and when he was in a horny mood, she played the good wife and wrapped her long legs around his fat ass and let him fuck her hard until he came.
Now, he had gone too far, she realized.
The minutes and hours ticked by on the second day. Pamela was unable to think of anything else and yet she was still unable to decide what she should do. In the back of her mind, she knew that she could not afford to let everything in her life slip from her grasp. So, as the day wore on and the final hour approached, she finally picked up the phone and dialed his number.
The statuesque brunette caught her breath when Hall answered the phone.
*****
Pamela had just left the her Manhattan hotel to go to Hall's office. Her conversation with Hall the previous day had been entirely inadequate for her. He had been polite, but very curt and to the point. He very frankly told her that if she ever had hope of maintaining the lifestyle that she was accustomed to, that she should not question him in any way. The one sided conversation had eventually cornered Pamela into agreeing that she wanted to save herself and her children from financial ruin and understood her need to "help" Hall succeed in his objectives in Manhattan. The only concession that she had gained from Hall was that he would not let her be destroyed if she helped him.
Making excuses to leave town had been very, very awkward for Pamela, but she had done it. Now she was in New York City.
Pamela's mind was in a blur as the chauffer drove her to Hall's office tower. After she had checked into the hotel, she had received a call from Hall's assistant asking her for her clothing sizes. As confused as she was about the whole day, Pamela had quietly given her the sizes that she asked for. Hall then called her. He told her that arrangements had been made for her to spend several hours at the hotel spa before she came to his office. He made clear to her that she was to accept whatever treatment was offered to her by the staff.
Had the voluptuous brunette not been so nervous, she would have truly loved the pampering that she received at the spa. There was the manicure, pedicure and facial that she got. She received a very relaxing massage. She also had an appointment to have her hair and make-up done. Nearing the end of the treatment, however, the young woman with the hotel spa indicated to her that she was now ready for her waxing. Pamela was a bit surprised, but tried to pass it off without comment. However, after her long, tanned legs were waxed, the young woman shifted the cool cotton sheet covering Pamela's naked body and began trimming Pamela's full pubic bush. The mature woman's eyes flew open and she lifted her head to look at the innocent face of the young woman preparing her pussy for waxing.
"Wha . . . what are you doing," she asked, trying not to sound hysterical. She looked at her long, sexy legs, now naked to just above the juncture of her thighs.
The pretty woman continued clipping Pamela's pussy hair.
"Oh, have you never had your privates waxed before?" she asked Pamela. "You'll love it. Your husband specifically asked that you be completely waxed of all body hair," she chirped cheerfully.
"He's not my husb…" Pamela said before she caught herself. Jackson's wife saw the young woman's eyes glance at the prominent wedding band on Pamela's left hand and then force her eyes back to Pamela's face.
"Oh, my," was the only reply from the young woman. "I, uh, you'll find it quite appealing, anyway," she managed.
Pamela felt all of the blood in her body rush to her beautiful face. She lay back down completely humiliated and did nothing to hinder the young woman's work when she felt her long, naked legs being spread and manipulated for the waxing of her pussy.
*****
When she returned to her room, she found her own clothing gone and her wardrobe replaced. There was a note on her bed telling her to wear what was on the bed.
Pamela held the suit jacket and skirt up and looked at them intently. The expensive suit was made of the finest silk, but Pamela was concerned at how short the skirt was. She held the skirt to her waist and saw that it didn't even come close to being mid-thigh. Instead, it would leave her legs exposed to nearly the top of her thighs. She wondered how she would even sit in a skirt like this. As she went through the rest of the clothes on the bed, Pamela realized that there were no panties with the outfit! A garter belt and thigh-highs had been left, as well as very, very high heeled shoes, still in their box. The bra was lacy and cut low, allowing an acre of cleavage to show from the equally low cut blouse. The suit coat was designed to be worn open. As she finally got the outfit on, Pamela looked in the mirror. What she saw was a stunning mature woman just in her sexual prime. Her big titties were pushed up proudly and she was all legs beneath the skirt. When she moved, a hint of the top of her thigh-highs was revealed, letting a person peek at the creamy whites of her super sexy upper thighs. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she tried to determine what she could and couldn't do in the outfit. She bent at the waist and the skirt rose to the flair of her rounded ass cheeks. When she bent further, her naked pussy slit peeked out from below the hem.
She certainly had no idea what the specific intentions were of Hall, but there was no doubt he was going to use her physical beauty to his advantage at the meeting.
In her entire life, Pamela had never worn a skirt with no panties, so the cool air on her now hairless cunt made her feel almost as if she had no clothes on below the waist. As the conservative wife of a lawyer for a large, successful law firm, she had always had to maintain an image that was completely contrary to the clothing she now had on. As she walked through the hotel lobby and to the waiting Town Car, Pamela was distinctly aware of the looks that she received from everyone she walked past. And, when the back door was opened for and she sat in the car, she noticed how several passersby slowed to get a good look at the hot womanly flesh which was exposed to them.
*****
Hall worked the deal as quickly as he could. He had known the man he was talking to for many years. Over the years he knew that the man, who was in his late sixties, had become more accustomed to Western practices, although he still wore the traditional Arab head dress with his western suit and tie.
Hall believed he was very close to signing a deal with the Arab.
"Omar," Hall said, "I know that you have to leave for London in a couple of hours. Surely we can finalize our deal before you go? All of the paperwork has been reviewed and it simply awaits your signature."
"I am still looking at other firms," was the reply from the Arab. "Perhaps waiting a few days would benefit us both."
Hall did not want to wait. He and Omar had been talking about this for weeks and he believed that both were ready for the deal. He looked at the other Middle Eastern men in the room and smiled. "I need some help here with your boss. He's becoming obstinate in his old age."
All the men laughed.
Hall pushed a button. "Pamela, would you bring in some drinks for my guests?"
Within seconds, Pamela Jackson entered the room with a tray of liquor bottles and glasses for the men. She tried to not look at the men, but she immediately heard the murmur and rustling as the men looked the scantily clad woman in the short skirt up and down.
Of course, she served Omar and Hall first.
