Practicing Law

“Practicing” Law

by FD52

Feedback and story ideas wanted! sigma3575@yahoo.com

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This is an erotic story. It’s meant for people over 18. If you’re not 18, my telling you not to read this probably won’t change your mind. If you couldn’t figure it out, this is FICTION. I do not claim that any of the celebs in my stories act like this in real life. I wish they did, and I wish I was the male character in this story, but sadly, neither wish is coming true any time soon. Sorry. Oh, and if this sort of stuff offends you, don’t read it and
don’t go bitching to the Republican Junta controlling our government. It’s protected speech, folks. Get over it.

I was going to make this into a series, but I just couldn’t get enthusiastic about writing it like I did my first story. If anyone wants to pick up on this idea, feel free to continue this… I kind of set it up for a Chyler-Paul-Marla threesome, but didn’t feel like writing the next part of the series. Now that this is done, the much-awaited CSSA High will enter production, God knows when that’ll actually be ready to read. Anyway, that’s enough of my ranting. On with the story…

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I sat back in my office, reviewing my previous client’s file. Christina Aguilera was a textbook case of a girl who’d been abused when she was younger. Shunning any close relationships, she instead dressed and acted provocatively for attention. It was all part of a ploy to win the attention of the men they met, to compensate for the lack of a caring male figure in their childhoods. She had been giving off this “total whore” vibe since her video “Dirrty.” It was a side that she’d really first discovered in shooting the video for “Lady Marmalade,” and wasn’t something that would be going away anytime soon.

At least, that was what Steve Mayweather, my longtime friend and rookie court psychologist, had told me. Me, well, I left the analyzing to him and focused solely on helping celebrities with whatever legal issues they had. And Christina had one hell of a problem: charges of sexual assault against her former agent, Rick Dugan. She had come in without an appointment, without calling, hysterical about it… and with no evidence whatsoever. The conflict, she said, had taken place in her dressing room, after she shot her newest video. She claimed Rick had pushed her down on the ground and forced her to give him a blowjob, then shot his cum all over her face. There were no witnesses, of course, and frankly, I had a hard time believing her myself. Given her reputation, a judge was even less likely to believe that she didn’t just tear off his pants and start sucking.

Nonetheless, I was making a damn good living off of cases like hers; even when I lost them, I was getting paid more than a lot of families live on per year. The problem with Christina’s case was more difficult than simply her losing the case, though: Rick would likely dump her as a client, leaving her without an agent, and it would just lead to more headache lawsuits. I would have to focus on that later, though. It was three in the afternoon, and I was waiting for my newest client to come in.

As if in tune with my thoughts, the intercom on my desk beeped sharply at me. “Paul, a Miss Sokoloff to see you?” my aide and secretary Lisa Mayers’ voice prompted me.

“Send her in,” I said, adding under my breath, “It’s not like there’s any point in taking this Aguilera case seriously.” I straightened my desk up and pulled up Marla Sokoloff’s information on my computer. I hadn’t had a chance to meet her face-to-face yet, but I had talked to her over the phone about her pending legal case. Before I could review the details, however, the door opened, and my jaw almost hit the floor. Marla was wearing a tight-as-hell pink tank top and a pair of snug khaki shorts that went at least two thirds of the way up her thighs. Her magnificent breasts strained against her top, and the outline of her hard nipples made it apparent that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I had to consciously stop myself from staring as I rose from my chair to greet her. Extending my hand to her, I spoke. “Hi, I’m Paul Hoffman. I haven’t really had a chance to look into your case, but-”

“That’s fine,” she assured me, sitting down in the chair opposite me and putting her velvet-padded purse on my desk. As she leaned over, I was granted a perfect view of her ample cleavage. “It’s not like it’s an urgent matter or anything.”

“What brings you here, then?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“Well, I just wanted to meet you in person so I could hopefully fill you in more on the case,” she seemed uneasy for some reason, though it could have been the heat (Los Angeles in July was not the most temperate place in the world, and the fact that my office’s air conditioning was working about half the time didn’t exactly help matters). I had opened the top button of my white shirt and loosened my blue-and-white checkered tie to beat the heat, and hoped Marla wasn’t offended by my less-than-formal appearance. Of course, her appearance was quite casual, but she was nonetheless a client and was permitted by the social mores to be dressed down if she wanted. We started to discuss her situation: “It started when our ratings on ‘The Practice’ went down and the show was almost cancelled. ABC told us that they wanted to do some ‘changes to the show, to get ratings up. They got everyone’s okay, but said they were just some minor revisions.”

“So they fired you without warning?” I was not impressed with her case so far, but for the fee she’d promised, it was worth a humiliating defeat in court. I’d seen my share of frivolous lawsuits, and this one would be almost as ridiculous as Rose McGowan’s complaints that she wasn’t getting as many sexy shots as Alyssa Milano on “Charmed.”

“Not only that, but they tried to make me look bad by bringing in Chyler Leigh! I mean, they fucking added her just so they would have two hot young brunettes and call that a reason to fire me!”

“Who are you suing, then? ABC or Miss Leigh?” Now she had me confused. Who was she mad at?

“No, Chyler’s really nice and we became… friends on the set. I would never sue her… I just want a settlement from ABC for fucking me over!” Marla seemed to soften at the mention of Chyler’s name, and I really had to wonder just what kind of “friendship” they had developed. But her mention of ABC was filled with such hatred and anger, I couldn’t believe how upset she was. I felt the need to square with her on the matter.

“It’s like this, Miss Sokoloff,” I explained. “There’s very little realistic shot of winning this case. Actors who’ve been fired from fairly successful shows don’t usually sue the network, and even less often do they win those lawsuits. Now, if you had any sort of proof that they were conspiring to fire you, then we might have something. Otherwise, we’re just going to have to play up the angle that they hired Chyler Leigh to make you ‘redundant’ and thus get you fired, and pray they don’t mention that a lot of the others who were fired didn’t have those circumstances.”

“Okay, fine,” she agreed. She crossed her legs, exposing more of her full thighs to me. Again, I was struggling to keep eye contact with her and not stare at her body. “Talk to the rest of the cast, everyone knows that the producers set everyone up to have a reason to get fired at the end of the season. Dylan had a movie coming up, and they told him he needed to ‘focus or else’… Lara was ‘too skinny’ and they threatened to fire her if she didn’t gain weight… Camryn was–”

I cut Marla off, getting her point. “So do you want to get the others into a class-action suit? Because that’s bound to be more complicated, and you probably wouldn’t get as much money.”

“No, no, I’m just saying that maybe you should talk to them if you want to get good witnesses or something!” She was getting worked up, clearly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and exposed neck and chest, the perspiration slowly rolling down into her cleavage. Her breasts heaved as she exhaled heavily, getting impatient with me. “Listen, do whatever you think is best. You’re the attorney here.”

I nodded, and stood up. “Okay then, Miss Sokoloff,” I shook her hand again as she rose from her chair, her short shorts bunched even further up her legs. “I’ll be in touch with you. We can try to get this settled out of court, but I don’t like the odds there. I’m sure the network lawyers want to keep out of the press, but they aren’t going to give you a lot of money.”

“All right,” she said, turning to leave. “Thanks.” Marla opened the door and walked out, her shorts hugging the curves of her plump ass. Sweat made the backs of her legs shine in the sunshine admitted by the blinds over my window. I gave in to my urge to stare, figuring that since she was leaving, it was no longer an issue. Suddenly, she spun around in the doorway, her tits swinging freely under her tank top. I was startled, and thought she was going to tell me to stop ogling her (how she would have known, I have no idea), but she smiled and made her way back towards my desk. “Sorry,” she giggled, picking up her purse, “I almost forgot this.”

I smiled back at her. “Right. Don’t want to forget that.” After the latest shot at her cleavage she’d given me, my cock had gone from partially erect to a full hard-on. I hoped that she hadn’t noticed my staring at her, but could care less at this point. If she thought I was a pervert, that was her problem. She left again, and I again took another long look at her ass wiggling in her shorts before she shut the door behind her, leaving me alone.

Somehow managing to focus on something other than the mental images of Marla’s body, I went to work on writing up the necessary paperwork for the case, and made a few phone calls relating to other cases. I worked until about 11:30 that night and fell asleep in my office.

*****

A few weeks later, I found myself sitting in an almost-vacant courtroom, where Judge Henry McNeil was reviewing both sides’ paperwork for the case. We’d been there most of the morning, presenting brief oral arguments. He looked up over his round, thick spectacles and eyed both myself and ABC’s representative, Heather Leonard. Judge McNeil was an obese man of sixty-eight years, and was a hidden figure in many Hollywood court cases, most of which never saw the press. He was completely bald and made no attempt to hide it; characteristic of his fiery personality (having gotten to know him over the course of numerous cases, and often over lunch between cases) he felt that his appearance helped his “strict old man” appearance in the courtroom.

Heather, on the other hand, was fiery in looks rather than personality. Her shocking red hair and cool blue eyes were what had originally gotten her noticed by me, though her luscious long legs didn’t hurt either. We had dated for almost six months two years ago, when I was only 28 and just getting into to the world of Hollywood law. She, on the other hand, had been 25 and just out of law school. We had broken up eventually, a mutual move because our professions meant we were too busy for a serious relationship. Despite our separation, we’d enjoyed some killer sex since the split. Most of it took place in the attorneys’ chambers in the courthouse, when we were both on cases at the same time. She was torturing me for having broken up today, wearing a short skirt that went up to mid-thigh and was tight enough to fit the curves of her ass. She had a sport jacket on over a white blouse, unbuttoned at the top so I could see the tantalizing lines of her D-cup cleavage.

Finally, after thoroughly reading both sides of the case, Judge McNeil looked up again. “All right,” he said grimly. “I see that Mr. Hoffman is willing to settle this case without full court proceedings. Miss Leonard, are you open to monetary negotiations to get this settled quickly?”

Heather hesitated for a moment, considering her instructions from the network, and what would be the best course of action – a full hearing that would probably go in ABC’s favor, but nonetheless bring in unwelcome publicity; or give up a moderate sum of money to Marla, but save the time and inconvenience of a court case. It was a tough call, but given the entire Chyler Leigh factor, ABC would look really untrustworthy to other actors, even if they won the case. I knew Heather knew that, but she didn’t want to back down on this issue. It was one of those things, she didn’t want to show a weak side when up against her ex in court. Still, it would be even worse for her to hurt her client, a massive corporation that could ruin her reputation if they didn’t like the way she handled their case. “Yes, Your Honor, ” she sighed, brushing her scarlet hair aside. “We’ll set up a meeting and try to get this sorted out.”

“All right,” Judge McNeil declared. “Come back to me if you can reach an agreement, and I’ll file the paperwork so I don’t have to deal with this kind of case again. You’re dismissed.” He stood up from the bench and quickly moved into his quarters, leaving me and Heather alone in the spacious courtroom.

I was preparing to leave when I felt Heather’s small hand on my left shoulder. “Paul,” she stopped me, standing over me as I sat there, reviewing the paperwork. “Can we get this case sorted out quickly? I don’t want to have to fight you tooth-and-nail over a few thousand dollars.”

“I don’t want that either,” I agreed, arranging my papers in my briefcase, and standing up. “My client wants five million in unearned wages plus one million in damages.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Heather accurately noted. “There’s no way she’s getting six million dollars in severance pay!”

“All right,” I said, starting to walk slowly down the aisle towards the exit doors at the back of the courtroom. “You got an offer? I’m willing to talk, but if you try to cop out at only one or two mill, this IS going to go to court.”

“Fine,” she sighed, taking long strides to catch up with me. “Three million wages, five hundred ‘k’ as damages.”

“I’m not settling for less than a total of four-point-five,” I revealed, stopping and turning to face Heather. “If you won’t go that high, I guess we’re going to have to fight this thing out.”

“Fine,” she huffed at me, clearly angry that our relationship hadn’t meant I would back down. “Then I guess we’re going to have to go through with a trial.” I had nothing more to say to her; it seemed that our amicable relationship was coming to an end over the case. We both left the courthouse silently, in a sadly distant way. I think that it had never really occurred to us before that our careers were now more important than each other.

******

For the next few days, I went about interviewing other cast members from “The Practice” to get their take on whether or not the network had screwed anyone. It was tough work, believe it or not. No one likes lawyers, and none of the actors wanted to be accused of slandering ABC, lest they never get a job again. Dylan McDermott, in particular, seemed to genuinely care and want to help, but told me that he didn’t want to see Disney (ABC’s parent company) ruin his film career. A lot of the others were even hostile about it, though. When I called Lara Flynn Boyle, she came off as a complete bitch, warning me that “it was none of my business” and “no one wants a trial out of this,” because it would hurt their careers. I was tempted to snap that her being built like a sixty-pound starving child wasn’t exactly helping her career, but managed to hold back.

The one person who WAS helpful, not surprisingly, was Marla’s best friend on the cast, Chyler Leigh. I called her and she invited me to have dinner with her to discuss what she knew and would testify to. We agreed to meet at Miguel’s, a small Mexican restaurant outside of San Diego that she knew, in a small town where hopefully no one would recognize her. Even though she had only done a few movies and several ill-fated TV shows, there were crazy fans everywhere.

I arrived at the restaurant early, around eight o’clock (we had agreed to meet at 8:30), and took a booth in the back, facing the door so I could spot Chyler when she came in – we’d never met, so she wouldn’t know who I was. I could have described myself – six one, wavy brown hair, medium build, wearing a light polo shirt and Dockers – but there really was nothing distinctive that she was likely to spot. Anyway, I was sitting there drinking a beer and munching on chips and salsa when she walked in. I waved and beckoned her to the booth, and she smiled when she saw me. I was smiling, too – Chyler was wearing a dark red top that exposed most of her smooth stomach, and a pair of black slacks, loose fitting and hanging low on her hips. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she wore little makeup – a bit of eye shadow and some barely-visible lip gloss. She wore a simple pair of sandals, completing the look – she was far from a glamorous movie star, now, she was just a hot babe in normal summer clothes. When she made it to our booth, I introduced myself and shook her dainty hand. She sat down across from me, and I explained some of Marla’s case to her.

We were interrupted by the waitress, a gorgeous Hispanic woman who looked about seventeen, and gave her our orders. I snuck a peek at the waitress’ generous tits, which were straining against her white shirt. When she said, “My name is Carlita, I’ll be your server today,” I was thinking of an entirely different kind of service I’d like. After she left, I finished telling Chyler Leigh the details of the case and what I needed her to do.

“All right,” she finally said, sipping the margarita she’d ordered. “I’m willing to testify if it’ll help her out.”

“That’s all well and good, but I’d like to know what, exactly, you plan on testifying to,” I told her while we waited for our entrees to arrive.

“Well…I knew that they were hiring me to replace Marla as the show’s sex appeal,” she revealed. “They told me that she was getting to be too much of a hassle to deal with, and wanted a raise, so I was going to join the show and the next season, they’d let her go and claim that she was no longer living up to their standards and that I was doing well enough that they could let her go.”

“Nothing illegal about that,” I admitted. “Immoral, yes, but nothing we could win a case on.”

“But when they fired the bunch of us, I had to tell Marla the truth… they’d told her I’d been hired simply to sex up the show, because ratings were dropping.”

“So then when they fired both of you, you knew that they were just trying to cut as much salary as possible, and it had nothing to do with the show?”

“Right. Anyways, I was considering my own suit against the network, but since I was only on for like half a season, I figured it’d be pointless. Besides, I’ve got other opportunities to pursue… ‘Girls Club’ and ‘That 80’s Show’ weren’t exactly hits, but I’m sure a show will come around for me. I didn’t want to hurt my reputation by complaining, but…”

“I understand perfectly. You’re willing to gamble some job opportunities to help a friend? Or are you hoping that this case will open the door to your own lawsuit at less risk?”

“Well, there’s that. Marla and I were really close on the set, so I feel kinda obligated to help…you know. And it’s not like I’ve got a lot going on, anyways. Like I said, there aren’t that many job opportunities opening themselves right now.”

I shrugged and smiled knowingly. It was a truth in all industries, not just Hollywood, of course; with the economy in a recession, it seemed to reason that even the entertainment business would be harder to find work in. “Don’t downplay it, Miss Leigh,” I told her as the attractive waitress returned with our meals. I started to cut into my beef burrito as Chyler sampled her taco salad, and told her, “Whether or not you’re able to find work now, it is certainly admirable that you’re willing to come forward and testify in this case. I’m sure that you’ve got better things to do with your time and all.”

She put down her fork and finished chewing the mouthful she was working on before answering, and I stopped eating too. It was clear that was hiding something. “First of all, call me Chyler. I hate when people are overly formal. And secondly… Paul, I have a confession to make.”

“So you are going to consider filing your own suit if I can win this one?” I cut another piece off of my burrito and resumed eating. I wasn’t going to flat out promote my services, but if Chyler wanted to hire me, I wasn’t going to say no. Business was slow, and even though I was hardly impoverished, I could use the money.

Chyler rolled her eyes, exasperated that I wasn’t getting her point. “It’s not that… more of what you said about me having better things to do with my time… The thing is, I haven’t gone out with a guy in ages and was kind of hoping for some casual company, rather than a business discussion, over dinner.” She blushed, turning silent in anticipation of my reaction.

I was taken aback, of course. Was she coming on to me? It was pretty clear she was, I realized, and quickly recovered. “Are you saying you want this to be a date, Chyler?” I grinned, feeling pretty damned good about myself. I was by no means a recluse, but women rarely went out of their way to start a relationship with me.

“Um, I guess so,” she giggled nervously, starting to eat her salad again. “Would you be okay with that?”

“Chyler, you don’t even have to ask me that. If you’d just told me when we arranged to meet, I wouldn’t have even tried to talk about the case!” I was on the verge of completely bursting out in laughter. A gorgeous woman like Chyler Leigh wanted to know if I would date her? Why is it that beautiful women can be so unsure of themselves.

We continued our dinner, and the discussion changed from a very strict, serious review of Marla Sokoloff’s lawsuit to a lighthearted conversation. We discussed everything from movies to music, from sports to superstitions. By the time we finished our respective meals, we were chattering like a couple of old friends. Around ten o’clock, when all of the restaurant’s patrons had already finished their meals and departed, the waitress brought the check. “Looks like they want to get us out of here so they can close up,” I chuckled.

“That’s too bad,” Chyler sighed, disappointed. “I really enjoyed talking to you.”

“Do you, uh, want to go out some other time?” I dared to ask her.

“I’d love to,” she told me, smiling and nodding emphatically. She paused, hesitant to continue. “If you’d like to come back to my place and just… hang out… for a while, we can do that, too. It’s not far from here, and I–”

I couldn’t believe what I was about to say. It was pretty clear what she meant when she offered to “hang out” at her place, but I had a libel hearing representing Sarah Michelle Gellar at seven the next morning. “I’m really sorry,” I genuinely apologized to her. “But I’ve got to be up early tomorrow for a case. I know it’s further away, in downtown L.A., but you’d be welcome to come back to my place for a while, instead.”

“I don’t know…” Chyler groaned, unhappy. “I kind of needed to get up early tomorrow, too, so I was hoping we could spend the night at my place instead.” As soon as she uttered the phrase “spend the night,” a naughty smile came across her beautiful face. “Or we could just fuck here.”

Even though I had already pretty much figured I’d get laid that night, with the way she was talking and the three margaritas she’d drank, I was still pretty shocked and awed that she’d be this forward. I had had some wild sex in the past, though, so I knew enough to stay cool. “Well…” I slowly said, “Where exactly would we be able to do that? Without getting arrested, I mean?” I smiled widely.

“They’re closing up, so we can’t do it here in the booth,” she reasoned, completely serious. Now I regretted that it was such a late meal. “Sex in public restrooms has never been a real turn-on for me, either.”

“What about outside?” I asked. “It’s pretty dark and there’s not a lot around here.”

She nodded, not saying a word, and smiled even more. We quickly got up and paid the waitress on our way out. I took Chyler’s delicate hand and accompanied her to the door, and we walked outside. The air was warm and muggy, not as hot as it had been earlier in the day, but not too cool. The restaurant was pretty much isolated, surrounded only by a gas station on one side and a liquor store next to that. The parking lot was on the side facing the gas station, and the opposite side of the building was just bare land, rugged hills leading up to bigger rock formations. We turned left and strolled toward the parking lot, my right arm now wrapped around Chyler’s shoulder, as she pressed close to me, whispering how she hoped I was good, and that she hadn’t had sex in three months.

The parking lot was abandoned, except for my dark blue Camaro, Chyler’s purple Corvette, and three beat up cars that had to have belonged to the restaurant’s employees – a black Toyota, a white Honda, and a white minivan. “So where do you want to do it?” I asked, stopping and looking at Chyler. She started running towards the dark grove of orange trees behind the restaurant, pulling me with her right hand and pointing with her left.

“Back there,” she whispered, giggling. “It’s not as isolated as on the other side of the restaurant, but it’s out of view from the gas station.” This surprised me.

“You seem to know your way around this area,” I joked. “Done this before?”

She laughed. “Not quite. I’ve come to this restaurant a lot, so I’ve kind of gotten a feel for the lay of the land, so to speak…” By that point, we’d reached the cover of the orange grove. The area was pretty dark, the only residual light coming from the halogen lamps at the gas station, but my eyes were already becoming accustomed to the darkness. Chyler leaned up against a tree, stretching her arms sexily. Her top rode further up, exposing more of her lean, sexy stomach (the shadows and soft lighting playing across her midriff made it infinitely more sexy) and almost up to her fairly large breasts, which strained against her top as she stretched. I could no longer take it. I walked up to her, put my arms around her exposed waist and drew her into a long, wet kiss.

I felt her tongue fighting mine and working its way into my mouth, as mine snaked it’s way into hers. It was one of the deepest, most erotic kisses I’d ever had.

After a minute or so of this deep, passionate kissing, Chyler pulled her head back, gazing into my eyes as she leaned against the tree and ran her fingers delicately down from my face, over the fabric of my shirt, and down to my pants. Without saying a word, she slowly unhooked my belt and unbuttoned my pants, then lowered the zipper. She kept her eyes locked on mine, and I leaned in to start kissing her again. This time, my hands slid up the soft sides of her abdomen and under her crimson-colored top, slowly pushing it up and over her bra, a simple, no-lace black satin number. As I started to wiggle out of my pants, she let go of them and brought her hands up to remove her shirt fully.

Meanwhile, I had taken off my own polo shirt (nearly ripping off one of the two buttons at the top in my eagerness) and was stripped down to my plain white boxers. My cock was already painfully erect, tenting my underwear conspicuously. I reached over to Chyler, who was looking lustfully at my cock, licking her lips seductively. “Not bad,” she said, grabbing my cock through my boxers as I pulled her pants down to her ankles. She was wearing a simple set of black panties, matched perfectly with her bra.

Now that both of us were in our underwear, I grabbed Chyler’s ass hard, making her squeal in delight, and knelt down in front of her. She leaned back against the tree and placed both hands on my head, tangling her fingers in my hair, as I slid my fingers off her ass and into the waistband of her panties. I licked at the smooth black fabric directly over her cunt, feeling the warmth enclosed, and the gentle pressure of her small strip of pubic hair brushing up against the underwear. “Mmmm…” she moaned quietly above me, her fingers twirling my shaggy hair. I licked her panties a few more times, until they were fully wet, and I could see the outline of her very finely-trimmed bush and cunt lips through them. “Come on, Paul…don’t do this to me… I haven’t had sex in so long, I can’t stand too much teasing… OH, GOD!” I had pulled her panties down and jammed my tongue into her warm pussy without warning, thrusting it as deep inside of her as I could push it. She instinctively threw her head back and screamed in pleasure, wrapping her left leg up and around my head, her right outstretched to support her. I helped prop her up by holding her up by her ass, one hand on the underside of each cheek.

I was now gambling that no one would hear us; she was being far louder than I would have liked, but I was hardly going to pull my head out from between her legs and tell Chyler Leigh to shut up. I kept at it with my tongue, delving as far into her as physically possible. Her moans kept pretty steady, nowhere near as loud as her scream, more low, deep exhalations, and she started to sweat. “Jesus, Paul…keep doing THAT! OH, FUCK, THAT’S IT!” I had taken my left hand off of her ass, and brought it around to her pussy. Two fingers were thrusting into her next to my tongue, and a third was massaging her clit, gently tracing circles around it.

After about thirty seconds of this, Chyler couldn’t take any more. “oh YES! I’M CUMMING! Oh, god …mmmmm…” Her body spasmed hard, her left leg hooking around my head and pressing my face tight to her grateful pussy, as she came, her ass cheeks clenching up as I massaged them softly. Her orgasm lasted about twenty seconds, before she finally slumped down to the ground, her face flushed. She was breathing heavily, with her breasts (I’d guess a large B or small C) heaving against the now sweat-soaked fabric of her black bra. Her nipples were very erect, as she lay there on the ground, her back pressed to the tree, panties around her ankles. I knelt down on the ground in front of her, and leaned in to kiss her again.

“Looks like you enjoyed that,” I noted, grinning. She smiled back, after returning my kiss and catching her breath somewhat.

“No shit, I enjoyed that. I’ve never cum that hard before,” she confided, shaking her head in awe. “Wow. Thanks.”

“No problem,” I said, keeling over laughing, my face wet with her juices. I had never been formally thanked for my services to a woman before, but then…I’d never had sex in an orange grove behind a Mexican restaurant before, either. “If you ever need that again, just give me a call.” I had finally contained my laughter enough to look at Chyler and grin.

“I really did enjoy that. And I think you deserve a little something in return,” she told me, pushing my chest gently to make me stand up. Then, as I undid my underwear and let my six-and-a-half inch cock spring free, Chyler crawled around me, so I was now standing with my back leaning against the tree. She looked up at me, our eyes locked as she yanked my boxers all the way down my legs. Then, she reached out with her right hand and ran her dainty fingers over my balls, up to the tip of my cock. I inhaled sharply. She smiled wider. “You like that?” I nodded in approval, silently begging her to continue. “Then you should like this even better…”

She moved her head in, and extended her tongue to the base of my cock. Then, slowly and purposefully, she ran her tongue up the underside of my cock, then down the topside and back along the sides. “Oh…Chyler…” I grunted in pleasure. “Please…suck my cock…” Obediently, Chyler retracted her tongue and lowered her mouth around my penis. I felt her warm breath as she closed her lips around it, and paused. After a moment, Chyler began to bob her head slowly on my dick, never really getting more than a few inches into her mouth, but teasing the tip with her tongue and twisting her head from side to side to add to the sensation. She moaned softly around my dick as I closed my eyes in joy and leaned back against the tree.

After three or four minutes of this wonderful blowjob, I reached down and pulled Chyler’s chin up with my index finger, pulling my cock out. “I’m going to cum soon. Do you want to –”

“I don’t mind swallowing,” she quickly informed me, before getting back to the fabulous oral ministrations. And in about thirty seconds, as promised, I finally blew my load into Chyler’s skilled mouth. She opened her eyes, which had been closed for most of the blowjob, and looked into my eyes as I felt her mouth working to swallow my cum. She downed most of it in three gulps, but finally, my semen was too much for her. It slowly dripped out from between her lips and my cock, running down her chin and dripping onto her chest and legs. It wasn’t a lot of cum, but it was still sexy to look down and see a Hollywood actress with my jizz running down her chin and onto her body.

She slowly pulled back from my cock, and shook her head to clear her mind. Then, looking down at the trails of cum on her breasts and the globs on her thigh, she smiled. “Looks like we made a little mess. Oh well… I was still a little thirsty.” She casually wiped the cum off her face and chest and licked it off her fingers. Then, in one of the most erotic displays I’d ever seen, she hunched over her folded legs and managed to lick the cub off her own thighs. Of course, I was erect again pretty quickly at this sight, and Chyler was glad to see it when she looked up.

“That was one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had, Chyler,” I honestly informed her. “You really know how to treat a guy.”

“We’re not done yet, either,” she reminded me. “I wouldn’t mind getting off again, now that we’re even.” I smiled even wider, and moved my hands to her breasts. Slowly, I undid the clasps of her bra and removed it. She just sat there, a shy look on her face, as I gazed at her breasts. They were perfect – not small, by any means, but also not large so as to be cumbersome. Her nipples, small and light pink, looked absolutely gorgeous on her pale skin.

I took her legs in my hands and spread them apart gently, sliding myself between them so that our bodies were pressed up to one another, twisting around again so Chyler was sandwiched between me and the tree. Then, I lowered my head to her breasts, as she wrapped both legs around me and threw her head back to moan yet again. I took each of her tits into my mouth in turn, first biting gently on the nipples, then sucking as much of the breast into my mouth as I could, licking around the entirety of each. When I was finished, her chest shined gently from my saliva. I raised my head from her chest and kissed her. I felt her tongue frantically twisting around with my own, desperately horny. After a minute, we broke the kiss, Chyler breathing hard and sweating more than ever with feverish excitement. With her legs still wrapped around me, her heels now poking into my back, Chyler reached down and guided my hard cock into to her warm pussy.

“Oh…” she groaned as I slowly made my way inside of her. “OH, God! Mmmmm…” It was evident that she really hadn’t had sex in a few months; she was one of the tightest women I’d ever been with. I hugged her tightly to me, my arms wrapped under her armpits and up around her shoulders, as I started to thrust in and out of her. I leaned in and started kissing her again as we fucked, and she eagerly kissed me back. My mouth made it’s way down her neck, softly sucking on her skin, over her shoulders, and back to her tits, as she was now sitting on my lap as I screwed her.

As she leaned back against the tree, I gently slipped my right hand down toward her ass, and used my middle finger to trace circles around her anus. Then, I spiraled in and gently pressed my finger towards her asshole. It was very resistant, but I pushed until I got it in, working past her sphincter so my whole finger was in her ass. Chyler grunted loudly, and I started gently thrusting it in and out of her, feeling my cock plunging into her pussy at the same time. After about five minutes of fucking her cunt and fingering her ass, neither of us could take much more. “Oh god, Paul! I’m cumming again!” She panted into my ear, her chin resting on my shoulder as I slowed my thrusts. “Cum in me!”

As she came and her pussy pulled at my cock as she writhed in pleasure, I let loose with my own orgasm. My cum filled her tight pussy, squirting deep into her as I groaned quietly. Chyler, finished with her own climax, slumped down onto me, forcing my back onto the ground. She lay on me, breathing heavily, for several minutes as my cock softened up and popped out of her pussy. After a few more minutes of passionate kissing, Chyler stood up.

Cum was trailing down her inner thigh as she started to get dressed, putting on her panties and noticing my juice on her legs. She scooped up as much cum as she could on her fingers, and slowly, savoring the experience, sucked each of her fingers clean. I watched, awestruck, as her naked breasts heaved when she inhaled heavily. “That was great,” she sighed. “I really do need to get laid more often.”

“I’m sure you could find a partner easily enough,” I reminded her as I got dressed. “It’s not like you’re lacking in the looks department.”

She smiled, saying nothing, as she re-clasped her bra and pulled on her pants and shirt. When we were both dressed, I walked her to her car. The other vehicles in the parking lot had left, and we were alone. “So,” she finally said, “If you do need me to testify for Marla’s lawsuit, give me a call. And I’d love to have dinner with you again.”

“Of course,” I told her. “I’ll be in touch.” She kissed me tenderly, not erotic like our previous kisses, but more of a friendly goodbye kiss, then drove off down the dark road. I went to my car and did the same, knowing that I needed to get home and get some rest.

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“Objection!” Heather Leonard shouted, getting to her feet. “Neither Miss Leigh’s experiences with the network nor the plaintiff’s entailed any proven statements of that nature. Whether or not Miss Sokoloff saw it coming–”

“But that’s what’s in question here, isn’t it? Overruled,” Judge McNeil banged his gavel.

“I’ll ask again, Miss Leigh,” I asked, smiling a little at her as I recalled our tryst in the woods a few weeks ago, “Did Miss Sokoloff confront you at all about her suspicions?” I paced around the courtroom as I spoke, the late-afternoon sun shining in my eyes.

“Yes,” Chyler stated clearly. “She asked me if the producers had said anything to me about replacing her, and I told her that they did. With me in the picture, she was just the loser of the ‘pretty brunette war.'”

“And you knew that this was what they were casting you for?” I inquired.

“I’m not saying I’m proud of it, but yes, I did know. I was just looking for a break to become a star, and I was willing to step over Marla to do that. But after I got to know her, I had to tell her what was happening.”

I paused to let Judge McNeil take in the testimony. Then I posed my final question. “What was Marla’s reaction when you told her what was going on?”

“She was surprised, a bit, but more that I was telling her than that they were screwing her over. She seemed more angry than anything else.”

“Thank you, Miss Leigh,” I nodded. “That’s all.”

Heather cross-examined Chyler, but it was only a few questions and nothing challenging the fact that ABC had planned Marla’s removal from the show. Chyler was dismissed as a witness, mouthing “call me” as she walked quietly out of the courtroom. Then, it was time for the judge to decide. He didn’t even bother to declare a recess to his chambers. “All right,” he grumbled after a moment of thought. “Judgement to the plaintiff, in the amount of two million dollars. Court is dismissed.” He banged his gavel and left the courtroom before anyone could speak.

Seeing that it was hardly the headline news story they’d expected, the dozen or so reporters in the audience slowly filtered out, whispering to each other. The decision was a slap on the wrist to ABC for screwing Marla, but enough to make her happy.

Of course, happy was an understatement. As soon as what the judge had said set in, Marla’s eyes widened. “We won!” she squealed, lunging at me and throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. “I can’t believe it!” Before I could remind her that it was hardly an overwhelming blow for actors’ rights, Marla stood on her tiptoes and gave me a deep, sensual kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, but the way her tongue danced across the tip of mine and from her closed eyes, it was the most erotic moment I’d ever had with a client.

“What was that for?” I asked her as I packed up my briefcase and prepared to leave the courtroom. Before I could leave the table, though, Marla grabbed my arm to stop me.

“I wanted to thank you, Mr. Hoffman,” she said, in a normal voice so that the ABC attorney and the three reporters left could hear. Then, she leaned in close to me (actually, she pulled me gently down, since she was shorter than me) and whispered in my ear, “And I wanted to know if what Chyler said was true, about you being the best fuck in LA.”

“Well, I–” I stammered, my face flushed with embarrassment. “Why don’t we talk about that issue back at my office?” I gathered myself and asked formally.

“Okay,” she grinned and winked at me. “Your office, then. I’ll meet you there.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond before Marla walked quickly out of the courtroom without another word. After standing there, stunned, for a moment, I made my way out the side door of the courthouse, avoiding the inevitable pushy reporters waiting outside, wanting to know what the lucky few who’d gotten inside had seen transpire. I got into my car and made the short drive back to my office. The building was completely deserted, at six in the evening on a Friday. I entered the elevator, and pressed the button for the third floor. The dinging noise was almost frightening in the dead quiet of the building, except for the hum of the air conditioning.

When the doors opened on the third floor, I saw Marla waiting at the door to my office, looking around. Her clothing from the trial somehow looked even sexier now – a tight, white dress shirt, her breasts pushing so hard at the fabric I thought the buttons would burst any minute; a dark jacket over that, and a short black skirt that went down to about mid-thigh. And really completing her naughty-secretary look, as well as working towards making her diminutive height a bit more impressive, four-inch dark red high heels. “So,” I said casually, approaching her. “We have something to ‘discuss?'” I reached around her and inserted my key into the lock, turning it so my door swung open.

“I believe we do,” she cocked an eyebrow suggestively and followed me inside the empty suite. My secretary’s desk was now empty, as the work day was over, and the lights were dim. After locking the suite door behind us, I led Marla into my office, and sat down at my desk. Marla, acting very formal, settled into the chair on the other side of my desk, crossing her legs and leaning back. “I talked to Chyler,” she informed me, as I put the contents of my briefcase away in my desk drawers.

“Mmm hmm,” I nodded, looking at her. It was then I noticed what she was doing. Her jacket was already off, and tossed haphazardly onto the sofa positioned against the wall.

“And she told me all about your ‘date,'” Marla was slowly unbuttoning her dress shirt, starting at the top and working her way down. I watched, mesmerized, as the third button went, revealing her incredible cleavage enclosed in a lacy dark purple bra. “She said that she screwed you in an orange grove? Sounds pretty wild.”

“Uh…yeah. It was pretty wild, why?” I removed my suit jacket, and draped it over the back of my chair.

“Well, I was just thinking,” by now, her shirt was completely unbuttoned, and I could not draw my eyes away from her breasts, slowly rising and falling as she breathed. “That it’s a shame that there aren’t any orange groves nearby. I’m pretty fucking jealous of her.”

“Really?” I said, smiling as I was now certain that Marla wasn’t just being a tease, and that I would indeed be getting some more celebrity pussy. “Well, I guess not everyone can have sex in such a wild place.”

“No, I guess not,” Marla agreed, scooting up to sit on my desk, her legs crossed and her shirt completely unbuttoned. “But it’s just that Chyler’s such a tame little girl; I’m usually the wild one, and she goes and does this. Not to mention the fact that she said she came harder for you than she ever did for me. But then, she just doesn’t have the experience I do.” By this point, Marla was laying on top of my desk, reaching out to unbutton my shirt for me. Her bra-encased breasts pressed against the shiny wood surface of my desk, flattening the magnificent globes slightly. I barely paused to think of how strange it was that Marla was not even two years the senior of Chyler, and that the “little girl” comment indicated just how sexually depraved the woman seducing me was. “I just really want to see how damn good of a fucker you are,” Marla concluded matter-of-factly, finishing undoing my shirt. She slid across my desk, knocking a few files to the floor. She turned and bent over the desk, craning her neck back to face me. “So let’s do this. Fuck me!”

I was taken aback, but I knew what to do when a gorgeous, voluptuous woman bent over in front of me. I whipped off my belt and stripped down, and placed my hands on Marla’s legs. I slowly slid up her skirt, caressing her thighs as she reached back and put her hands on mine. When I finally got her skirt up her legs, I was pleasantly surprised to find that she hadn’t bothered to wear any underwear – it was clear now that she’d been planning all day to seduce me.

Once I had her skirt bunched up around her waist, I slid my hands up her body and under her shirt, which was hanging open now. I rubbed across her smooth, soft belly, and up to the lacy fabric of her bra. She kept her hands hooked under her skirt, scrunched up around her waist enough so I could notice her glistening wet pussy. She had not shaved in a while, I could tell, but her bush was pretty well trimmed. As my hands gently unhooked her bra and grabbed onto her bare tits, I guided my cock to her opening, putting the head just inside her. Then, as my fingers found the ridges of her large areolas and finally the nipples, I squeezed her breasts, making her squeal both in delight and at the pinching pain. As she cried out, I eased my hard cock into her pussy. The head slipped past her outer folds and into the warm depths of her vagina.

It was a lot looser than Chyler’s had been, but I really wasn’t surprised. The way Marla was acting, it was pretty clear that I was dealing with a fairly promiscuous young lady. And I let her know that I thought that. “You like that, you little slut?” I whispered, leaning over her and pressing her all the way down onto the surface of my desk. “You want me to fuck you hard?”

“Uh huh,” she groaned, as I squeezed her voluptuous tits again, kneading the breasts as I started fucking her. As I worked up a good rhythm, my desk’s legs squeaking, I removed my hands from her breasts and yanked her shirt, hanging loosely over her back, off. Marla had put her hands up on my desk, holding herself up as I fucked her, her skirt now becoming cumbersome as I tried to drive into her, but was slowed by the taut fabric. Easy enough to remedy – I grabbed the skirt and yanked it off forcefully, tearing part of it in the process. “Oh Jesus, Paul! No one’s ever treated me like this! Fuck me like a whore!”

I was again taken aback for a minute, but being that I had my cock in one of the hottest young actresses around, I was up for anything. Evidently, Marla was aware of how slutty she came off… I started pounding into her as hard as I could, my hands clenching around her fleshy ass cheeks and helping pull her back onto my cock each time I thrusted into her. She had tilted her head to the left, eyes closed and brown hair swaying as she was pummeled. Her butt jiggled in my hands as my body slapped up against hers, and her D-cup breasts were jerking about under her as she was rocked back and forth.

After about three minutes of continued slamming of my cock into her, Marla was moaning pretty loudly. “Shit, Paul! I – See what Chyler – was talking about!” she confessed between thrusts, breathing hard. “You really do – know how to – fuck a girl!” With that, I felt her pussy tighten up around me, as she came pretty quickly. I kept ramming into her as she orgasmed, then pulled my cock out.

“I know how to fuck a girl, huh?” She opened her eyes and nodded at me, smiling lustfully. “But do I know how to fuck a slut like you?” She smiled even wider as I lined my cock up with her asshole, her butt cheeks now slick with perspiration, beads of sweat running down the backs of her thighs. With nothing to warm her up and no lube, I quickly plunged my erect dick into her backdoor, making her shriek in agony for a few seconds, before rolling her eyes back in their sockets and moaning in joy.

“Holy Christ… it’s never felt this good,” she admitted. I started moving my hips back and forth, slower this time, and slipped one hand around to her pussy, the other back up to her breasts, and began fingering her clit and pinching her right nipple. I sped up a bit, not wanting to hurt Marla, but also wanting her to know I was in control and her seduction routine didn’t put her somehow in charge. I was mesmerized by the cyclic rippling of her ass cheeks as they were compressed each time I thrust in, then bounced back as I withdrew. After two minutes of fucking Marla’s ass, I finally felt myself reaching climax.

“Unh!” I grunted as I felt my balls contract, and I held back as long as I could before shooting my cum into Marla’s ass. It felt like I let loose three or four strands before I pulled out of her, shooting one more string of semen across her ass cheeks. She looked back at me, disappointed that she hadn’t gotten to cum again herself, and I continued fingering her gently, and rubbed her clit with my softening cock.

Then, after I had wiped all of the cum off of my cock onto Marla’s soft ass and around her pussy, I pushed her off my desk and she fell to the floor. I walked around my desk to get in front of her again. She looked up at me, smiling. “I like this rough stuff. No one’s ever had the nerve to do it with me, being an actress and all.”

“You’re enjoying it? All right then, you little skank. Lick my cock till I’m hard again!” Marla scooted up closer to me, eager to obey. I’d never seen such a willing nymphomaniac in my life! She moved her head forward slowly, tongue outstretched, until she was running her tongue up and down the underside of my cock, then back around my scrotum. I was hard again in less than a minute. “Now lay down,” I commanded.

Marla obeyed, sprawling on her back. Her brown hair splayed across the floor, and she looked up at me, smiling widely. I lay down on top of her, and started kissing her thighs, and worked my way up over her bush to her tummy, where I flicked my tongue into her navel before continuing up. I then reached her breasts, where I licked up her sternum between her tits before shifting my mouth to her left nipple, flicking it with my tongue until it was fully erect. I switched to her other breast, squeezing the tit I had just abandoned with my hand, and got her other nipple hard, savoring the taste of Marla’s large tits.

Then, I got up and I knelt over her, putting my knees just above her shoulders, and stuck my hard-again cock in front of her face. She didn’t have to be told what to do – without a word, Marla craned her neck up and spread her full lips apart. I guided my penis into her wide-open mouth, as far as I could. It was still only about halfway in, and Marla started to nod her head, moaning and grunting as she did. Then, in an amazing act of willpower, she managed to force a few more inches down her throat, smiling around my dick as she did this. Her green eyes sparkled with seductive joy, as I grabbed a handful of her hair and started pulling her head up and down on my cock.

Then, after a few seconds of this, I decided to see just how nasty Marla could get. I pulled her head all the way onto my cock, feeling and hearing her gagging and coughing as she tried to deepthroat me. She closed her eyes and her face got red for a second, but then she seemed to adjust and started moving her head back and forth again, with my shaft sliding down her gullet. Her eyes opened again, and she tried to smile around my cock. I kept her like this for about three minutes, then pulled her head back off my cock. She was breathing heavily, and my member was shining wet with her saliva.

Without saying anything, I moved myself down Marla’s body until I was right at her tits. I grabbed them in my hands and pressed them together, and slid my saliva-lubricated cock slowly between them. It was a nice, smooth path, and I pushed in until the head of my cock popped out from between her breasts. Then, I started thrusting my hips, tit-fucking her at a nice, easy pace. Marla looked up at me and asked, “Why the fuck are you going so slow?” If she wanted me to get rough again, I could do that.

I started ramming my hips back and forth as quickly as I could, my cock hammering in and out of her cleavage. My hands started squeezing and kneading her tits roughly, as my dick, now sliding quickly due to the combined moisture of her saliva and sweat, as well as my pre-cum, pleasured itself between her heavenly boobs.

After another couple of minutes of tit-fucking one of the best racks in Hollywood, I couldn’t hold back. “Marla… I’m gonna cum all over your tits!” I groaned, right before letting loose. The first stream of jizz shot up and hit Marla in the left cheek, as she tilted her head up to receive my cum. The next few strands draped across her nose, right eye, and over her lips and chin. Then, a few more spurts landed on her breasts, as my cock softened and I let go of her breasts, standing up. Marla stood up too, wiping the cum off her face and tits and rubbing it into her pussy with her fingers.

“Not bad, Paul,” she chuckled, reaching down to wipe the residual cum off my dick and licking her fingers clean. “I can see why Chyler was so happy after your date.”

“Well, um–” I stammered, not knowing what to think of Chyler anymore.

“Don’t worry,” Marla assured me, suddenly acting restrained and no longer like the nymphomaniac she’d been just minutes ago. She bent over to pick up her skirt and put it on, then grabbing her shirt off the desk and putting it on. “She really does want to see you again. She told me to remind you to call her sometime,” she informed me, buttoning up her shirt. “And you know, if the two of you ever are interested in a threesome, you’ve got my number.”

Without letting me respond, Marla leaned over and kissed me, our lips locking for almost a minute as she wrapped her arms around me tightly. I slid my hands down her back, hiked up her skirt a bit, and squeezed her plump ass as we kissed. Then, without another word, Marla turned and left my office, leaving me to ponder what was next for me.

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Thanks for reading! If you have any comments, questions, good pics or vids of the women portrayed, or suggestions, please e-mail me at sigma3575@yahoo.com. The only way for me to create better stories is for you to tell what I could do better. Yes, I know this wasn’t the best written story you’ve read, but I hope it’s not the worst, either. : )

-F.D.

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