Lawyers Who Lie, Pt 2

Fiona was a petite, blonde haired, and thoroughly narcissistic associate that smirked her way through meetings and craved attention, but I had learned long ago that the best lawyers weren’t always the most pleasant people to be around. All I could do was hire the brightest and most energetic people that I could find and then try to instill the appropriate amount of professionalism right from the beginning of their career.

But I didn’t have that opportunity with Fiona, because she started her career at Stanley-Dice three years ago, a firm that we competed with for almost all of our new business and many of our new hires. After seeing how she handled herself in court six months ago, I was able to lure her away from Stanley with a better salary and the promise of a partner track. And what I found was that her previous employer had done an excellent job training her legal mind, but had fallen short in other areas.

After I had hired her, I spent weeks with her learning everything I could about our rival, going through even seemingly minor details, like their weekly stand-up meetings in which the partners told the associates about anything new and important in fifteen minutes or less. Fiona didn’t like the meetings, but I could see how they saved a firm time and money, and adopted the practice myself.

For this week’s meeting we had a full house - both my junior partners and all sixteen of our associates were there. Once we had everybody’s attention, I asked Fiona to tell us about the meeting with our newest client, an expanding hospital complex that was running into regulatory issues. I let her speak for a while and then interrupted.

“So Fiona,” I said. “I heard that you were late for that meeting. What happened?”

“Sorry,” she said, smiling for the room, and then pouting a little. “I had some female problems.”

Fiona wasn’t embarrassed, and in fact, I’m not sure that I had ever seen her that way. She was one of those girls that put herself at the center of every conversation and then said whatever she needed to keep herself there.

“Don’t let it happen again,” I said, and everyone in the room chuckled a little. Fiona looked around the room and laughed too, like she was in on the joke.

“Trust me, no more latex for me,” Fiona said, and then looked slyly around the room. “Some of us girls have allergies.”

“Let’s keep this moving. Go ahead, Peyton,” I said, turning the attention to another of my associates. Peyton had grown up rich and pretty, and had always had the unshakable confidence that goes along with that kind of charmed life. But all of that had changed when I caught her in a lie last week and then bent her over my desk.

Peyton’s lie was that she had been sick for a week - instead she had gone to Mexico with her boyfriend, Xavier, cheating on her fiancee in the process. When she had been caught, she offered me eighteen thousand dollars of his money which was in her car, in cash, so it was clear that they were involved in something that they shouldn’t be. I still took the money and gave it as a reward to Amanda, my assistant.

Everyone in the office had heard me spank her with my belt, and when I told her to send a email apologizing for her lie, they knew why. It was undoubtedly all they were thinking about as Peyton walked through the details of her last court appearance.

“Peyton,” I asked her as she finished her short presentation. “You were disciplined last week. Can you tell me what you learned?”

“I learned that professional dishonesty isn’t going to be tolerated,” Peyton said, and then looked at the ground, ashamed.

“Thank you,” I said. “And on that topic, let me tell you the real reason why Fiona was late for that client meeting. And after that, she’ll can clear out her desk and get the fuck out.”

“Oh fu---,” Fiona said, catching herself. “You already knew the reason? Then why ask me?”

“To see if you’d lie about it to me and everyone here,” I said. “And you did.”

“But it''s stupid,” Fiona said. “Why should anyone even care?”

“Here’s what happened,” I said to everyone in the room. “Fiona was sexting with someone from Stanley-Dice, and after an hour she took the keys from Amanda’s desk and went to the executive bathroom to rub her clit and make herself cum. Isn’t that true?”

“Fine, it’s true,” Fiona said. “I shouldn’t have kept the client waiting. It was unprofessional.”

“And how did you bill that hour that you spent sexting and masturbating?” I asked her.

Her silence might as well have been a confession. She had charged that hour to the same client that she had kept waiting.

“I plan to hold every attorney who works with me to the highest standards of professional conduct,” I said to everyone. “Is that clear to everyone in this room?”

The other associates nodded quickly, and I ended the meeting and let everyone get back to work. All except for Fiona, who knew that she wasn’t going anywhere. I took a seat in one of the empty chairs and told her to stand right next to me, which she did.

“Look, it was stupid,” Fiona said to me. “I promise I’ll never do that again. And I’ll make up the time for the client.”

“I need you to take off your skirt,” I told her.

“Are you going to spank me with the belt?” Fiona asked. “Like you did to Peyton?”

“Just take it off,” I said, and she did, letting it fall to the floor, and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Then she turned around and bent over the conference table and spread her legs, exposing her tight ass and perfect shaven slit to me.

“Do you always come to work without any panties?” I asked.

“I know,” Fiona said, quietly. “I have a problem. I always need attention.”

I got up from the chair, stood in front of her, took her roughly by the arm and then turned her around so that she was facing me, her face just inches away from mine. Then I silently undid the buttons on her blouse one by one until it was just hanging open, exposing a lacy pink bra underneath.

“Are you going to fuck me?” Fiona asked me.

I ignored her question and took off her blouse and then reached behind her and undid her bra strap, taking that off as well. She was standing fully naked now with her soft breasts and hard nipples barely touching my fitted shirt, and her legs were spread wide, exposing herself to me.

“Don’t move,” I told her, and ran my hands over her naked body, one moving up her stomach, and the other down past her waist. The room was chilly and she tensed at my warm touch. My right hand found its way to her smooth mound, just as my left reached her breast. I squeezed the nipple as hard as I could.

“Fuck,” she said gasping at the pain mixed with pleasure, and then moaning as her body stiffened with shock when I forced my two fingers into her wet pussy.

“Do you like this?” I asked her, and she nodded quickly. “Do you want to cum for me?” I asked her, and played with her nipple between my two fingers and thumb.

“God, yes,” Fiona said, desperate and grinding on my hand.

“Too fucking bad,” I said, moving my hand from between her legs. “That was your last orgasm.”

She wasn’t listening to me. Her own hand was between her legs now, rubbing her clit, trying to get off. I pushed it away and slapped her breast, getting her attention.

“Did you fucking hear me?” I said, raising my voice. “You don’t deserve an orgasm. Not now and not ever.”

“Okay,” Fiona said weakly. “I’m sorry. No more cumming at work. I understand.”

“You’ll never cum again, Fiona. Not at home, not at work, not anywhere.”

“No,” she shook her head forcefully. “You can’t be serious. You can’t do that.”

“I have your electronically signed timesheet that says you billed the client for time that you spent sexting and masturbating,” I said. “Do you want to explain that to the California bar?”

“Fine,” Fiona said, looking at the ground. “I won’t ever cum again. Can I get back to work now?”

“Why? Need some alone time in the bathroom?” I asked her, and she just scowled at me.

“Here’s how this will work,” I continued. “Every two weeks you’ll take a polygraph test, at your expense, and we’ll ask you whether you’ve had an orgasm. And if the answer is yes, or if you’re caught lying, I’ll not only fire you, I’ll make sure you lose your law license.”

“Jesus,” Fiona said, angrily. “You’re fucking serious. This is bullshit.”

“Don’t fucking test me, Fiona,” I said.

“There has to be some other way, okay?” she said, desperate. “What if when I make myself cum, you spank me like you did to Peyton? I could even suck you sometimes.”

I grabbed her by the waist and shoved my two fingers inside her cunt again, and then smacked her face when she tried to pull away from me.

“Are you listening to me now?” I asked, pushing my fingers deeper into her as forcefully as I could. She looked at me angrily, but she was listening.

“Let me make this very clear, Fiona,” I continued. “This isn’t a negotiation. If I want to spank you, I will spank you. And if I want to push you down on this conference table and fuck you, I’ll do that too. And you still won’t get to cum. Now tell me you understand before I make this even worse for you.”

“Okay, fine,” Fiona said nervously. “I can’t cum anymore. I understand.”

“I really hope you do,” I said, and she moaned as I roughly finger fucked her again, even harder than last time. “Because if you don’t, your career is over. Now get dressed and get back to work.”

“But I’m sore,” Fiona said bitterly. I said nothing, and she started looking around the floor for her skirt.

“And see me before you leave today, in case I want my cock sucked,” I said. “But only because you offered.” And I walked out of the conference room, leaving the door open, and her still naked.

My assistant, Amanda, caught up with me in the hallway and we walked back to my office. “How did the meeting go?” she asked.

“As I expected,” I said. “Appreciate you telling me about Fiona.”

“She’s such a slut,” Amanda said. “I’ve heard that she reads stories of women getting raped on her laptop and then makes herself cum.”

“I don’t care what she reads,” I said. “It’s just not appropriate workplace behavior and our billing has to be clean. I spoke with her and told her that she’s not allowed to have any more orgasms.”

“No more? Like .... ever?” Amanda asked, surprised.

“We’re going to test her with a polygraph exam every two weeks, and she’ll pay for it,” I said. “Call Beverly Hills PD and see who they’d recommend for that kind of work.”

“Wow!” Amanda laughed. “You’re serious!”

“Maybe we’re doing her a favor,” I said. “It looks like she’s out of control.”

“She’s just desperate for attention,” Amanda said. “I’ve known women like her my whole life.”

“I think you’re right,” I said.

“I wanted to ask you about the money that we got from Peyton,” Amanda asked. “It seems like a lot. Are you sure I can keep it?”

“Of course. You earned it,” I said.

I returned to my office and for the rest of the day read through motions and briefs and reviewed last months numbers, which were even better than expected. The last meeting of the day was with a new client, and he walked confidently into my office and introduced himself as Xavier Ramos.

“Do you know why I am here?” Xavier asked me. “You should not be surprised to see me.”

“Xavier,” I said, remembering the name. “You’re Peyton’s boyfriend. From Mexico.”

“Boyfriend!” he said, laughing. “Yes, I suppose I am. Now, I will need my money returned to me.”

“Collect your money from Peyton,” I said. “She owes me a week’s worth of billable hours,” I said. “And she’s responsible for this situation.”

“Listen to me carefully. Either you will give me the money, or I will take it from her,” Xavier said, and he gestured to Amanda who was sitting at her desk outside my office, too far away to hear. “Because she is also responsible for this situation. And believe me, I will not be kind to her.”

“Xavier, let’s be smart about this,” I said. “If you’re in my office making threats over missing cash, that means you’re some kind of criminal. And every criminal needs a good lawyer.”

“A fair assumption,” Xavier said.

“What if we call the money a deposit and sign you as a client?” I said.

“I admire your gusto,” Xavier said. “But you must know that you cannot earn my business this way.”

I looked in Amanda’s direction again and saw her speaking with Fiona at her desk about something. They both looked at me, and I beckoned them over.

“You have some very impressive women working for you,” Xavier said, looking over and seeing the two of them.

“We hire the best,” I said.

The two women entered, and Amanda took a seat near Xavier, while Fiona just stood in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do.

“Fiona, this is Mr. Ramos,” I told her. “He is thinking of signing with our firm and I’d like you to lift your skirt for him.”

Fiona looked at me, frightened, as she still had nothing on underneath. “No. You’re joking!”

“If you can convince him to work with us, then you can have one orgasm today,” I said. “Do you understand?”

She agreed quickly, and walked over to where Xavier was sitting and lifted her skirt, showing him and everyone else in the room her shaved pussy and her tight ass.

Xavier reached out and grabbed her by the waist and picked her up completely, and Fiona squealed a little. Then he carried her to the couch on the far side of my office, but instead of dropping her onto it he forced her down onto the carpet, pushed her face into the one of the cushions, and positioned himself behind her. Then he lifted her skirt and started taking his pants off.

“Just fuck her,” Amanda said. She was on the edge of her seat, eagerly watching everything.

Fiona’s pussy had been soaking wet when she was with me earlier in the day, but everything was happening too fast for her now and her body had no time to prepare itself. She shrieked and then stiffened and tensed as Xavier forced his cock inside of her tight little cunt, which made it even more painful for her and tighter for him.

“Fucking hurts, right?” Amanda said, a little too loudly, and she glanced sideways at me, embarrassed.

I just laughed. Amanda was adorable.

The two of us watched Xavier fuck Fiona from behind on my office floor, ramming his cock into her pussy over and over, pulling her hips into his on every stroke. Her cries and shrieks turned to moans soon enough and all of us could see that she was starting to enjoy it, or at least she was responding physically.

When Xavier was close to finishing, he pulled his hard cock out of her, took a seat on the edge of the couch, and then pulled the helpless Fiona up to where she could reach him. At first she wasn’t sure what he planned to do, but she soon understood when he put a hand on the back of her head and shoved his cock deep into her throat.

He fucked her mouth roughly, but she took it well, and when he gripped her head and shoulders tightly and finished deep, she didn’t even gag or choke. Instead, her hand moved to her swollen clit and its touch triggered a climax instantly, and she rocked her hips and rode the wave of pleasure, her lips still wrapped firmly around Xavier’s cock, and all of us in the room listened to her muffled moans and watched and waited for her orgasm to finish.

“Wow,” Amanda said to me. ”She barely touched herself.”

Fiona wasn;t quite finished cumming when Xavier pushed her aside and started putting his pants back on. “Dios,” he said. “Where do you find these women?”

“She went to Stanford,” I said.

“They trained her well,” Xavier said. “And I look forward to working with you.”

Amanda showed him to the elevator, and when the two of them were gone, I moved over to the couch where Fiona was lying. Her legs were still spread, exposing her slick wet pussy and swollen clit, and she closed them self-consciously.

“Amanda says you masturbate to rape stories,” I said. “Is that true?”

“Yes,” Fiona said quietly. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Some women just need a lot of attention. It’s just how they are,” I said. “I’m thinking of making you a free use, no-limit girl that I and the other partners can use whenever we want. It may help calm you down so you can focus on your work properly.”

“Would I get to cum?” Fiona asked, eagerly.

“Do you really think that you deserve to cum?” I asked.

“No,” she said sadly, and I could see her eyes tear up.

“Let me think about it,” I said. “Right now, I’m still hard from watching Xavier fuck you, so I’m going to cum in your mouth, and then you can go home and get some rest. But I want you to know that you have a great future here, as long as you don’t fuck it up.“

“I know,” Fiona said softly. “Thank you.”