“Dewey, Cheatem and How?” I answered the phone.

“Very funny baby” my girlfriend said “so are we on for dinner tonight?”

“Absofuckinlutely” I said “as soon as I finish with my last client and write up a brief I’m there.”

“So how long is that in real time?”

“About 3 hours, to be safe.”

“Since when are you all about safety?”

“Well, how about since the last time you forgot our safeword and almost cut my fuckin’ nipple off?”

“Okay, okay, safety’s cool. I swear make one little mistake…”

“One LITTLE MIS…” She had already hung up. I like her a lot. She’s a little bit of a thing, asian and mischievous as hell. The perfect antidote for a full day’s work at a conservativish law firm.

Speaking of which, back to the grindstone I thought and buzzed my secretary. “Send in the client.”

I leaned back in my plush leather chair and tried to look cerebral and lawyerly. I’m good but the partners say my professional demeanor needs work. If my efforts to fix this leans more towards satire, well guilty as charged you might say; or not I suppose.

So there I am looking as professional as I can when in walks a stunning blond. Now that term gets thrown around a lot these days, but this was literal. And visceral as well I suppose. Platinum blond hair highlighted her pale perfect cheekbones. Full red lips and a low cut white shirt with a black skirt, black boots and heels. I’m not one to inventory the clothing of my clients but I couldn’t help giving her a head to toe. And then it was back to her face, sharp and beautiful as an ornamental blade, a rapier of a woman.

I think I managed to not stare at her agape. Not for more than a second or two certainly.

“So what can I do for you?” Or too you I mentally added, but that was just my mind resurrecting dead movie quotes. I like my girlfriend; I just like to look as well. A connoisseur of the female body as one of my friends likes to say.

“Well, I’m actually here to consider a law suit. I’d like some advice.”

“Okay, give me some background. What’s the damage?”

“Well, I work for an adult entertainment company. Recently we were forced out of a town by an overzealous Christian organization. And I wanted to sue them for deprivation of income and causation of financial hardship. Do you think I have a case?”

“I don’t really know, not a lot of precedent for it. You might win, but it’s not likely. And if you’re just trying to harass them there are less costly ways for you to do it.”

“That’s the other thing I wanted to talk to you about?”

This conversational turn was puzzling. “What do you mean?”

“Well, my company was thinking of possibly hiring you away, keeping you on retainer for our company full time. What do you think?”

I stalled for time. “It’s very unexpected, that’s for sure. Give me a moment.”

“Sure” she said and leaned back in her chair. This caused the skirt to ride up and mentally I rode along with it and savored the imagined feel of her upper thigh. Pulling my head back towards rational thoughtways was an effort.

“I can’t really say, I’d have to hear your offer.” It would be less conservative then my present firm, but I’d have independence and more fun. But my girlfriend would probably be less than keen on the idea. That was a minus. And it would be less lucrative for sure.

She smoothed out her skirt and leaned forward. I’m proud to say my eyes never left her face. Not after I’d torn them away from her mazotropic curves at least. “We were thinking of offering you 40k a year.”

I’m sorry to say I laughed in her face at that point. It was a laughable sum. But I apologized to her.

“But you have to realize that’s a ridiculous figure.”

“There would be certain other benefits…” She ran a hand along her thigh, hinting what these benefits might entail.

“Look, let me stop you right there. I have a girlfriend, and as much fun as you look I’m not really interested in anyone else. Nor am I interested in a position for one third my present salary. If you’re serious about your lawsuit, we can discuss possible avenues but other than that we’re done here.”

She just looked at me sans comprehension. “You’re really saying no to sex with me?”

Talk about arrogance. “Look baby, I went through law school. Lots of good looking sorority girls tried to get their claws into me. And the sex was great. But the conversation sucked. So I’d rather be with someone I like and who likes me. So I’m done with the bimbo set. So take you’re ego trip somewhere else okay?”

Comprehension dawned across her face, followed shortly by anger. I expected her to say something, shout, or try and slap me. But she just stood up, spun on her heel and I thought she was storming out. But when she got to the door, she closed it, put one palm against it, spread her legs like she was waiting for a cop to search her, and then pulled her skirt down to reveal an ass like a rock completely uncovered by a g-string.

At a complete loss for words I stared, her ass gyrating like the stripper she no doubt was. Ecdysiast, I thought to myself.

“So you don’t like bimbo’s she said.”

Recovering some, I nodded.

“And you don’t want me.” She sneered.

I don’t like being sneered at, not even by beautiful girls wearing g-strings.

“Get out.”

“Do you really want me to go out like this, in only my g-string to tell your receptionist about how you made me take off my clothes?”

“Now you’re going to try and blackmail me?” I asked in disbelief? This had passed surreal and was moving rapidly to Dadaesque. Or would burlesque be more accurate considering her state of undress.

”Hey, you’re the one who had to make this unpleasant.” She had made her way back towards my chair now, leaning forward she put her hand on my leg. It was warm and my skin tingled where she touched.

“Screw it. Get out. Try and sue me. Say I forced you to take off your clothes, I’ll counter sue you for defamation and I’ll own your gorgeous ass in court. So go on, get the fuck out.”

She turned around again and I really thought she was leaving this time. Terribly naïve in hindsight.

“You really think my ass is gorgeous?” she asked over her shoulder. Then she stepped back and pushed her ass into my lap. I was incredibly hard already and now my cock strained at my slacks.

She began grinding her ass in deliciously slow circles.

“Yes” I moaned lowly, half in answer to her question, half because the sound just escaped my lips.

“But what about your girlfriend?” she asked impishly.

“Huh?” I said dazed by sensation. Then it clicked. My girlfriend! I couldn’t let her do this. I put my hands on her back and pushed her off my lap. But she just went with the motion and spun around, so quickly that her breasts almost slapped me in the face. Which aroused my curiosity, when had they came free. She must have slipped off her bra and shirt while she was grinding into my lap.

I pulled back to avoid the slapping of flesh and she crawled into my lap, straddling her thighs over mine.

“I bet that feels real good doesn’t it?”

“Mmmm” I said coherently.

She then moved her chest side to side and her large breasts, full soft creamy breasts rubbed against the side of my face.

I had to clear my head. This unexpected sensual assault was nigh overwhelming. My girlfriend, I was meeting her tonight. I liked her, not this bimbo, however nice her breasts might feel against my face. I opened my mouth to tell her to leave again when her nipple grazed my mouth. I recoiled lest I accidentally take her nipple in my mouth, to suckle with my teeth and tongue. I love the nipple. If I did that I’d be lost, utterly.

“You’ve got to go” I said. “I don’t want this. Leave me alone.”

“Oh that’s cute” she said “you’re still resisting, but so passively now. Too passive to push me away anymore, you’re just trying desperately not to completely succumb. It’s so much effort not to give in and take my nipples into your mouth, so hard not to unzip your zipper and fuck me.

“You’re trying so hard to be true to your girlfriend and yourself, but you’re so hard. You’re so very turned on.” And she pushed herself against me, and I almost came in my pants.

Now she began twisting her torso, her breasts sliding past my face, back and forth with every twist. Her nipples grazed my lips as she did, tempting me each time to take them in. Back and forth she twisted, breasts and nipples across my face each time. And her voice urging me to surrender, to relax, became harder to ignore. I was fading into a fog, a world of sensation made up of her crotch against me, her breasts and her voice. I no longer remembered why I shouldn’t suck on her nipples, only that I shouldn’t but why?

“You want me don’t you?” she asked me.

Of course I did.

“And you can’t remember any reason not to can you?”

I couldn’t, not one. Just a vague feeling that I shouldn’t was all that was left.

She turned her body and her breast, full and soft as a silk pillow slid across my face and I parted my lips and her nipple slid into my mouth. It was sweet as ripe fruit and tasted like honey as I sucked.

Her deft fingers undid my zipper and button and my penis jumped out. She had slid her g-string aside and I slipped inside her. It was liquid paradise, tight and warm and slick and I pressed deep inside her. Sensation, pure sensation thrilled every nerve and my cock quivered nearing climax.

She arched her back, and eased me out of her, hovering above the tip, and then plunged down returning my cock home where it belonged. Her plunge carried me over the brink and I spasmed as semen spurted in delightful climax. Dazed, emptied and sated my head lolled back in my chair.

She cradled my head into her chest and whispered in my ear.

“Good baby, very good. You did wonderfully. And you’re so incredibly relaxed and happy now. You’re so very happy and I made you that way. I made you feel so incredibly good with my voice and body. And you love to listen and you love to obey.”

“Yes” I said sleepily. I loved to listen and I loved to obey.

“And you were wrong before. You’re not immune to bimbo’s. You love them. Nothing turns you on like tight clothes, full curves, make up and high heels. Nothing makes you happy like these. Right baby?”

“Mm, lipstick” I said.

“Good enough. It feels so good to listen to my voice. But soon I’m going to wake you up.”

This distressed me for some reason. I felt so nice in my trance state.

“Don’t worry, relax. I’ll be able to bring you back to this warm, wonderful trance anytime I say nipple slave.” This reassured me.

“But when I bring you back you’ll feel differently about some things. First, you love the idea of working with me, and around all those wonderful girls you’re about to meet. 40k sounds more than fair to you. Doesn’t it baby?”

“More than fair” I echoed.

“And you won’t be attracted to anyone without big boobs anymore. You’ll still like your girlfriend, but you just won’t find her attractive anymore and you’ll end it.”

“Not attractive.” I murmured.

“Perfect” she said and I glowed inside.

“Now when I wake you up you won’t remember being hypnotized, you’ll just remember how you were incredibly attracted to me and how you hope taking the job will mean we get to have sex eventually.”

“5, coming out of the trance, 4 waking up, 3 feeling more aware, 2 almost awake and 1 fully awake. Open your eyes.”

I opened my eyes; I guess I’d closed them so I wouldn’t stare at my client. Or coworker I guess, I was definitely going to take that job offer. The pay cut would be a small price to pay to be around her.

She was incredible. Just my type too, curvy, blond and decked out in clothes that showed it. She smiled as she noticed my roving eyes. Bright red lipstick was a total plus of course. I wished my current girlfriend would dress like that.

“So you’ll take the job?”

“Of course, I’ll just give my 2 weeks notice today.”

”Great” she said smiling. She put her hand on my arm and my flesh burned with the touch. She caressed my cheek. “Call me” she said over her shoulder. I watched her ass sway all the way out the door. It wasn’t till after she left that I wondered why my penis was poking out through my unzipped pants.

Odd, I thought.