The Lawyer

; It was Friday afternoon, and Mike was working on ; some cost estimates when he looked up from his ; office desk in the corner of the barn where he stored ; construction materials and equipment. The clothes ; were like a man's, dark pinstripe jacket with ; shoulder pads and lapels, trousers, white shirt and ; striped tie. The contents were distinctly female, ; wide hips, crimson lipstick, a delicately boned face ; with shortish, wavy black hair, black pumps with ; inch-high heels. He guessed she was in her thirties, ; probably twenty pounds heavier than she had been in ; high school but still slender and fit for her age. She ; wore no rings. "I'm Cera Carlin," she said, "your ; wife's divorce lawyer."

; ; He stood, and noted she was almost as tall as he ; was. "Please take a seat. I'll be with you in a ; moment."

; ; "Mr. Cowley, I charge by the hour, and you are ; going to end up paying my bills. Perhaps you should ; speak to me now."

; ; "Speak."

; ; "I'm here to go over your books for the last three ; years, prior to the formal discovery process to ; establish the worth of your assets."

; ; Mike pressed a button to summon Brenda-Sue, his ; secretary and book keeper. "I've agreed to alimony ; and child support, even for the one which isn't mine. ; What does she care about Cowley Construction ; Company?"

; ; "Mr. Cowley, last year you were offered nearly 4 ; million dollars for your company by Prestige ; Development, and you laughed them off. You must ; value your company at more than 4 million. This is ; a community property state, so your wife is entitled ; to half of the marital assets. You will owe her at ; least 2 million dollars, maybe more, depending on ; what I find in your financial records."

; ; "I don't have that sort of money."

; ; "The court will order the business sold, and half the ; proceeds will go to your wife."

; ; "That's stupid. If you destroy the business I've ; spent fifteen years building, I won't have an income, ; so how can I pay alimony and child support? What ; about my 47 workers? They'll be out of work, and ; since they are non-union, Prestige won't hire them. ; They just want me gone, to eliminate competition."

; ; "That's not my concern, Mr. Cowley."

; ; "Maybe it should be," said Brenda-Sue, who had ; moved up behind Cera Carlin. "You know the ; difference between a rooster and a lawyer? The ; rooster clucks defiance! You want to screw my ; boss and the rest of us who work here. You know ; what my motto is? Do unto others as they would do ; unto you, and do it to them first." Brenda-Sue was ; half Black and half Hispanic, and she weighted about ; 260 pounds. She grabbed the lawyer's arms from ; behind in a vice-like grip and easily lifted her a few ; inches off the floor.

; ; "Good idea, Brenda-Sue." Mike stepped up to the ; frightened lawyer and calmly removed her tie. Then ; he unbuttoned the collar and the rest of the buttons ; down the front of the shirt. With a yank, he peeled ; the shirt back to expose Cera's expensive bra. ; Another yank left the bra up around Cera's neck. ; Her breasts hung free, not bad but not the perky tits ; of a teen-age chick nor the firm melons of an ; augmented bust. "I think law schools exist to ; provide conscience-ectomies. How else can you ; explain this bitch's disregard for other people? She ; needs a lesson in humility."

; ; "I'm only representing my client the best I can," ; protested Cera, who could not believe this man had ; the audacity to bare her breasts like that.

; ; "Do unto others," said Brenda-Sue. She put Cera ; back on her feet but twisted her arm around behind ; her and walked the slender lawyer across the dirty ; floor to a work bench upon which was mounted a ; huge wooden vice. It was holding a door to be ; planed, but Mike saw what Brenda-Sue had in mind, ; and he cranked open the jaws of the vice and ; removed the door. Brenda-Sue lifted the twisted ; arm until Cera Carlin was bent over at the waist, ; with her breasts hanging down between the jaws of ; the vice. Mike turned the screw and compressed the ; lawyer's tits in the vice. "Ow! You're hurting me!" ; Mike cranked a couple more turns, to make sure ; Cera was firmly secured. Brenda-Sue released the ; arm and began to pull the jacket back and off Cera's ; shoulders. The lawyer, less than half Brenda-Sue's ; size, couldn't resist, as the book keeper methodically ; undressed her. The jacket came off, and the shirt, ; and the bra. Then Brenda-Sue slid the pants down, ; revealing cotton panties and knee-high stockings. ; She took the panties and left the lawyer her ; stockings and shoes.

; ; Cera Carlin pounded her fists on the work bench and ; lashed out with her feet, trying to kick someone. ; Brenda-Sue simply used duct tape to fasten the legal ; ankles far apart, taped to the lower rail of the table. ; That left her victim with her bottom uppermost and ; thrust out behind, as her feet were now forward of ; her center of gravity. Cera had to hold onto the vice ; and pull or the tendency to fall backward would ; almost tear her tits off. Pleased with her work, ; Brenda-Sue left a pink hand print on each upraised ; buttock.

; ; "Page some of the guys," said Mike. "If she's going ; to screw them, it's only fair..." He undid his belt ; and freed his erect penis, ready for action and 8 ; inches long. The lawyer wasn't prepared to find the ; tip of his tool sliding up and down her exposed ; vulva, bumping her clitoris with every stroke. ; "That's it, Ms. Carlin, loosen up a bit and get wet. ; You might as well enjoy what's coming to you."

; ; "You can't get away with this. I'll see the bunch of ; you in jail!"

; ; "Just watch," said Mike, as he eased the bulbous ; head of his penis into the yielding pinkness of Cera's ; cunt. She was no virgin, but she hadn't had a date ; in more than two years, and she'd never had it from ; behind. She gasped as Mike's member thrust into ; her, and he bounced on his toes, stretching her ; vagina and pounding on a G-spot she never knew ; she had. His belly mashed her buttocks as his huge ; organ filled and stretched her as she'd never been ; filled before. He was relentless, and soon she was ; gasping and grasping at the rough wood of the work ; bench and groaning and moving her hips as if to ; accentuate the pounding penetration of Mike's ; penis. "Uuuungh!" she moaned, and her vaginal ; walls clamped down on Mike's meat. He shot his ; semen deep inside her and pulled out.

; ; George and Harry were standing by. George went ; first, sliding easily into the well lubricated sheath and ; going slap, slap, slap against her ass until he shot his ; wad too. Harry was right behind him, and then John ; Smithson, the carpenter, and John Jenkins, his new ; apprentice. Cera Carlin forgot the pain in her ; breasts, even as they were crushed by the vice and ; stretched by her writhing motions as she was raped ; over and over again. Sixteen construction workers ; had their way with her, and then half a dozen more ; came in, to get their pay checks, and they stayed to ; get their rocks off at Ms. Carlin's expense. A ; sizeable puddle of semen accumulated on the floor, ; and more was spread over her back and buns and ; inner thighs. Cera Carlin was wasted, hardly able to ; support herself, but forced to, lest her tits be pulled ; off. "Now, it's my turn," said Brenda-Sue. "Don't ; forget to wash her out well," said Mike. "We don't ; want any DNA evidence left inside her."

; ; It was nearly an hour later when Mike looked up ; from his desk and saw Cera Carlin standing there ; again. She was dressed in the pumps and pin-stripe ; trousers and jacket, just as before, but her shirt was ; unbuttoned almost to the waist, and her bra was ; missing. "Mr. Cowley," she said, "I'm sure we can ; work out some way for you to keep your company. ; It can't be in my client's best interest to bankrupt ; you." He smiled and said, "I'm glad to see you have ; changed your views." She smiled back and said, ; "Same time next week?"

; ; The End ; ;