The Firm


    Daniel Goddard turned to the last page of the contract and studied it briefly, then turned back to the front page. He noted each yellow sticky pad note and compared the notations to the paragraphs they mentioned. Basically, the contract was a standard Goddard contract, except where the notations indicated an amendment. He studied it for one more second, then began signing. Finished, he tossed the contract into the out-basket.
    His hand went to one of the buttons, on the left side of his black, mirrored desk. He pressed the button and stood, stretching his arms over his head.
    "Mary?"
    "Yes sir," the voice came from all around him.
    "Send a runner in for the Maxwell contract. I'm finished with it."
    "Yes sir."
    "Do I have any appointments today?" he asked, making his way to an expensive golf bag leaning against the wall by the window. He took a golf ball from the bowl on the window sill. He looked down into the city, 47 floors below, before flipping a switch on the wall near his bag. The drapes closed, shutting off the magnificent view. A white composite screen descended from the ceiling. Low lights came on and a picture of a golf course flickered onto the screen.
    He selected a driver from his bag, dropped the ball on the floor and took a practice swing.
    "You have an appointment with Patterson Electric at three," the voice said from the walls around him. "They want to discuss a lawsuit with you."
    Daniel swung at the ball. It collided with the screen with a terrible impact. The screen swayed, then returned to it's original, undamaged condition. The picture of a glowing white ball receded down the video fairway.
    "For or against?"
    "Against, sir. They are being sued over an improperly grounded power grid, which is killing a farmer's cows."
    "Tell them to settle," he said briefly, placing the ball back into it's original position.
    "Sir, shouldn't you speak to them first?"
    "No need. They can delay for a while, but they will never win. They can't prove their case and the judge will invariably rule against them. Court costs and my fee will far outweigh the original costs, even if they win. Tell them to settle."
    "Yes sir."
    "Anything else?"
    "There is a young woman here. She says she must see you."
    "Who is she?"
    "She won't give her name."
    "Is she sexy?"
    "By the standards of some, perhaps."
    "Do I detect a little jealousy, Miss. Mary Jean Martin?"
    "Perhaps," she said in a coy voice.
    "Very well. She must be special to get you so riled. Send her in."
    "I could have security bundle her up like yesterday's garbage," Mary said in an uncharistic catty voice.
    Daniel sung again. This time he got the ball onto the green. He smiled in appreciation, then looked at the door as it opened. A beautiful long haired brunette entered in a princess Grace costume. She had long, slender legs in high heels and stockings, a slit up the side of her black gown, which gave intermittent shots of beautiful legs, and breasts that bounced inside a short red jacket. The top of the dress opened to well below the center of her breasts. Only gravity held them inside. A large red hat topped off the costume. She approached the desk and dropped the hat atop it, then brushed back her hair with her hand.
    "Welcome," Daniel said, flipping another switch to make a rounded cup magically appear from the wall. The view of the green altered to fit the cup into the center of the picture. A flag waved gently on the screen, in a slight breeze. A life- sized man held the flag in an firm hand.
    "Anybody I know?" she asked, looking at the screen.
    "Not unless you are a member of my country club. And you are???" he asked, putting the ball into the cup.
    "A woman."
    "I can see that," he said as the ball disappeared.
    "Good. That's a wonderful start. And I am a member of your club, by the way," she said, taking a seat next to his desk. She crossed her long legs. Her dress fell open, revealing a sensational pair of legs, framed a black lacey teddy which hid only her crotch.
    "That's a wonderful pair of legs," he pointed with his golf club as the picture of the fairway flicked back on the screen, showing the second tee.
    "I'm glad you noticed."
    "I'm observant, it's one of the necessities of this job. So what do you want?" he asked, switching to his driver.
    "A position."
    "A job?"
    "No, a position. There is a difference."
    "I suppose there is. And what position are you seeking?"
    "Doggy style, preferably bent over your desk."
    "Oh, whoa," he said, flubbing his shot. Predictably, it went into the rough, but he no longer cared. He tried to sink his club into the bag and missed. It leaned slowly and thumped on the floor in front of his feet.
    "Oh, bad start," she said, looking down at his club.
    "You... you... you are looking for sex?" he asked, taking a seat behind his desk. The beautiful woman had him flustered, something he rarely felt.
    "I am. I was told by a friend that as high and mighty as you are, up here in your lush office, you could be had."
    "By who?"
    "Your secretary, Miss Martin."
    "Mary, have you been listening?" he asked the room at large. He knew that he had not switched off the intercom, so unless she had, it was still on.
    "Yes sir," she reluctantly admitted.
    "Haul your ass in here, Mary."
    "Yes sir," she moaned.
    "If you wish, I could just stand up and walk out," the woman said.
    "Want to bet?"
    "Oh, I have peeked your interest."
    "And I, good lady, have peeked under your skirt. And I like what I see, by the way, but let's get to the bottom of this."
    "Oh certainly," she said, turning to watch Mary walk up to the desk.
    "Mary, do you know this woman?"
    "Yes sir, remotely."
    "And why did you send her to me?"
    "Because sex in my office would be out of the question," she snorted, then straightened her face.
    Daniel glared, then raised an eyebrow. "I should give you a good lashing."
    "Yes you should," Mary said emphatically.
    "Perhaps later. This lady comes first."
    "Literally?"
    "Yes, literally. I want you to stand right there in front of my desk and watch, while I fuck this lady half to death," Daniel said with great relish.
    "Very well, if I must."
    "Up here young lady," Daniel slapped the desk in front of his chair. The lady stood and slowly marched over, then took a seat on the edge of the desk before him. Her dress opened wide. He folded the layer of cloth back, revealing her entire lower body clear up to her waist. It was very beautiful. The black lace teddy moved easily against her crotch, as she crossed her legs. Daniel ran his hand down the smooth length of her leg, then looked up into her face. She leaned down and gave him a passionate kiss. His fingers wandered beneath her lace teddy and explored her womanhood. Her kiss became far more urgent with two fingers inside her pussy. She uncrossed her legs and opened them wide.
    Daniel popped the two fingers into his mouth and sucked, while smiling up at her.
    "Delicious," he whispered.
    "I know," she smiled.
    Daniel stood and dropped his pants. He stepped out of them as he moved closer to her. He placed his hands on her soft thighs. Her legs looked magnificent. Her black teddy accented her pointed mound. Her black stockings ended just below the teddy, making her legs look long and sexy. There was six inches of bare skin above each stocking. He leaned down and kissed them both tenderly, then held his cock in his hand. He pushed her teddy aside and leaned forward until his cock touched her pussy. She huffed dramatically, waiting for his insertion. It came suddenly, brutally. She screamed and leaned backwards over the desk. Her body laid clear across the desk, while her legs hung down to the floor. The top of her head nearly touched Mary's thigh, as it hung off the far side of the polished desktop.

...CONTINUES IN THE MEMBERS SECTION