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Due to the media industry's cozy relationship with the country's largest law firms, neither the news media nor popular television shows like L.A. Law have provided an accurate picture of how the law is really practiced these days. Unlike stereotypical cold and heartless lawyers, willing to do anything to satisfy their lust for power and fortune, these shows are filled with likable characters who prance around the screen, pondering deep and complicated issues and fighting for legitimate interests. Unfortunately, the truth is far, far darker than anyone ever imagined ...
(5% done)

***WARNING: this story is not yet finished, and ends very abruptly***
Knowing she would have to look her best for the 1:30 strategy meeting,
Amy reached up to adjust her hair as she felt his hard dick slide up
into her.  Hopefully he'll finish quickly, she thought, already
planning out her trip to the washroom to get straightened up,
carefully prioritizing hair, make up, and ruffled clothes.
She had saved a bit of time by letting him bend her over the
conference room table, but now she was paying for it as she felt the
edge of the cheap table banging into her thighs as he thrust deeper
and deeper into her.  She would be sore, she knew, and probably have
bruises, but she could live with that.  Having only started a month
earlier, she was still determined to show she could handle the rigors
of her new job.
Besides, in addition to looking her best, she didn't want it to be too
obvious that the slightly overweight, balding man behind her had
gotten to have her over something as simple as a small zoning
variance.  She was representing the local community group as part of
her pro bono work, and had been so swept up in the details of the
McDougal case that she had neglected to bone up on the intracacies of
local zoning laws last night.
She had expected it to be an open and shut case, since the traffic
study done as part of the original request had explicitly pointed out
that the site did not have enough parking to support further
development.  "Oh well," she thought, as she heard him grunting behind
her, "maybe this will finally teach me to pay attention to details."
She blushed as she imagined the look on her face when he had mentioned
the recently passed city ordinance eliminating traffic concerns from
requests of local businesses to expand "if denying the request would
significantly impede the business's ability to create new jobs in the
community."  The whole meeting had gone downhill from there.
She could feel his thumbs digging into her ass as he held her open so
he could watch himself sliding in and out of her pussy.  One thumb
wandered near her asshole, but kept it's distance ... the agreement
they had negotiated explicitly forbid any contact with her asshole.
It was one of the few concessions she had managed to secure.  Her
negotiating skills still needed a lot of work, and the older, more
experienced lawyer had easily been able to take advantage of her lack
of preparation and reach an agreement substantially more advantageous
to himself than he deserved.
The company he represented would expand elsewhere.  In exchange, she
would bend over the conference room table and let him take her
athletic 30 year old body from behind.
As she heard his breathing quicken, she wiggled her ass a bit and let
out a quiet moan.  If he was going to have her, she at least wanted to
get a reputation as a good lay.  It would make her pussy more valuable
in future negotiations, allowing her to reach more satisfactory
outcomes and enhancing her value to her employer.  "Oh God," she
panted as she pushed back towards him, "I think I'm going to cum."  In
reality, she was bored silly, and neither knew, nor cared, whether her
acting was convincing.  But in the end, it seemed to do the trick, and
she felt him tense as he came inside her.
Quickly pulling up her panties, she smoothed out her skirt and
gathered her papers from the table, avoiding his gaze as he leered at
her.  She took a quick second to compose herself, then confidently
walked from the room, preparing herself for the challenges ahead of
her instead of dwelling on her recent failure.  She was, after all,
still a young lawyer, and she knew she still had a lot to learn about
the business.
In the end, she made it to the strategy meeting with only a few
seconds to spare.  She hadn't had time to change her underwear, but it
was easier to sit through the meeting with them on than to face the
punishment for arriving late for a meeting.
Jeff was leading the team of lawyers handling the McDougal case, and
he glanced around the room before beginning.  "I hope I don't have to
remind any of you how important this case is for our company.  We see
defending product liablity lawsuits as a major growth area for this
company, and this case is an opportunity for us to get our foot in the
door and show what we can do.  So let's not screw this up.  I want us
to have all our assets available to help resolve this case as quickly
and effectively as we can."
He paused to let his words sink in.  Looking around the room, he made
eye contact with each of them, emphasizing his determination.  "Susan,
what is the status of the Janos' women?"
Susan, caught a bit off guard since she wasn't usually called on so
early in a meeting, shuffled a few papers and tried to compose
herself.  Ever since she had been passed over as a partner, she had
increasingly been put in charge of less critical portions of the
firm's business.  She knew that as a 39 year old woman, her
opportunities and ability to contribute substantially to the company's
success we rapidly dwindling.
She had done well for herself: female lawyers were paid substantially
better than their male counterparts, and much of it was under the
table, and hence tax free, to avoid tipping anyone off that anything
improper was going on.  But she still regretted loosing control of
herself and cursing at her former supervisor when he had gotten a bit
rough while fucking her as part of her annual performance evaluation.
Her career had never quite been the same, since.
"We're still trying to get them into the country.  We have to have all
the arrangements in place before we can start moving them, and
negotiations with everyone involved has been a bit tricky."
Jeff frowned.  "You have, of course, considered using the assets
themselves to grease the wheels, so to speak?"
She glared at him.  Did he really think she would miss something so
obvious?  "Of course, but people are a bit unwilling to promise to
look the other way with regard to something this serious in exchange
for services of a girl they've never seen.  It's a chicken and egg
problem."
"These girls are worth what we're putting up for them?  Granted,
they'll solve many of our problems, but Janos' legal problems won't go
away easily ... I assume that's part of the bargain?"
"Yes, free legal services in exchange for four women.  He's running
advertisements for models in eastern European countries, so we're
getting a high quality product here.  He's even training them for us
while the logistics get sorted out."
"What a rough job."  Everyone laughed.  "Ok, well, it looks like we'll
have to do without them for now.  That just means everyone else here
will have to work extra hard to make up for it."  He glanced at
several of the young lawyers, making sure they realized what sort of
work would be required.
Satisfied that everyone was on board, he glanced at his watch.  "Ok,
we have a few more things to take care of, but there's no need to keep
all of you here.  Dewie, Skroohum, and Howe's legal team will be
arriving here at 2 pm, so let's have everyone back here then?"
Amy sighed as she stood to leave.  She was glad it had been a short
meeting, since she had another case she wanted to take care of before
the long afternoon began.

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