Loudon and Jeanelle Gaskin waved at their baby sister as she walked down the hall of the big law firm. "Make us proud, Breck, baby." Jeanelle called.
The legal secretaries of their formerly white-trash family had been enriched by this amazing place...
Juanda, Riva and Desna, Breckyn's great aunts were "document specialists" whatever that meant, and had recommended Breck's hiring.
This firm had been good to the Gaskins.
None, of course were lawyers, but Gaskin ladies were employed in the law library, as secretaries, paralegals, typists, accounting clerks and filing girls.
Breck's Aunt Arlyn had actually married a big shot in the Real Estate section, and now lived in one of the big houses up on Buttermilk Hill.
To get out of Tillery's Tenements, that was a good goal.
Male Gaskins had no interest in this, and most worked in the building trades, if they worked at all...
Breckyn Marie Gaskins wandered boredly to her new office.
She tossed her blonde tresses as a balding partner, Moses Davidow, gazed at her hungrily. Wherever I go, since middle school, they fuckin' drool. Oh well.
Breck was lucky she made it out of the typing pool. She wasn't a real genius at this office stuff.
She'd rather be home doing lines with her boyfriend, Jimmy G., but someone had to put the mirror and the razorblade down and go make some goddamn money.
Breck's father, Venance, the only male Gaskin to be employed by this firm, as chauffer for the partners, who were always losing their licenses for drunk driving.
Ven had lent Breck enough to get this cute little outfit, but he'd take it out of her ass if she didn't give him a little something out of her paycheck.
"Dress sexy, like" Ven advised his hopeful daughter. "Mosta dese guys are horny wimpy types wit' fat-ass wives. They drool all over the secretaries, and give 'em big tips."
"Like we're goddam strippers, Pop?" Breckyn had shot back, but she knew it was true.
Her mother's boss, Larry the Litigator, had paid for all Breck's siblings to go to parochial school and covered their orthodontia as well.
What did Ma do for Larry? Who knows. But she dressed real nice when she left the house. Bosomy bitch, Ma is.
Cousin Evonne winked at Breck as a fat associate leaned in to wish Ev a good morning.
Breck's half sister, Afton, recently expelled from St. Mary's, twitched her miniskirted ass and winked as she slid by, pushing a mail cart with a bottle of Muscatel poking out.
Jesus, they get away with everything here!
In another office, Breckyn noticed a female relative up on a ladder, trying to get a book while a lawyer held the rungs a little too helpfully. Watch him stare!
But, as Ma told Breck, "The feminists say we're being subjugated, but I think we have all the power, us girls. If you don't like it, work in a vegetable market."
But Breckyn was no fool. She'd gone to secretarial school, and here she was, in a lacy black body top with a pink blazer over it and a short skirt.
Before she entered her office, Breck stopped and coated her lips with some fuchsia "liquid lip liner" and strolled in.
And there he was, her new associate. Apparently it was his first day, too. Sandy hair, a little dorky, but probably a manageable boss.
"Hey, I'm Spalding Tyll. You must be Breck, right?"
"Yeah, that's right, Mr. Tyll." She had to be careful not to say "dat's right" If anything, Breck wanted to seem kind of classy.
Within ten days or so, Breck realized being cute was more than enough.
Spal had lent her money without asking for it back, he'd helped her move and taken her to lunch three times. This weekend, her boss had promised he'd help Breck paint her new place.
It probably didn't hurt that when Breck and her roomie Celestia were getting their new place together, they were clad in cut offs and halter tops...
Between Spal and Celestia's horny-dog probation officer, the ladies had been able to snap their fingers and get so much done in the new apartment, finally out of Tillery's Tenements.
This was a dream that Breck and Celestia had been dreaming of and talking about together since elementary school!
Cel had joked with Breck that Spalding was like a fairy godfather, he had actually covered the down payment for the apartment and leased them a Jetta.
Spalding was a great guy. But now Breckyn was worried she might not get to keep him, that her young boss might get fired.
"Spalding" Breck said, as she sat down next to him on the little divan in his office, "Mr. Schooneveldt and Larry the Litigator were kinda pissed at you, 'cos you miss a lot of work."
Spalding, who was staring at Breck's crossed legs in the marvelous little flowered tank dress she was in, and then his eyes went up to the scoop neck, hungrily.
Breckyn realized this was her boss, but she had to bring him back to reality.
Reaching out, Breck slapped Spalding's cheek lightly.
"Hey. My eyes are up here. I appreciate the uh, interest, but I'm worried you're gonna lose your job, 'cos you spend so much time in the private bathroom back there."
Spalding's face got red and he stared at his shoes.
Breckyn moved a little closer to Spalding on the couch. It was after hours and they wouldn't be interrupted. She'd have time to have a serious discussion, if he didn't keep looking like he wanted to pick the flowers on her dress.
"I guess you're chokin' your chicken back there, pounding your pud. But how many times can you do it, babe? You missed the Altman-Burstairs meeting, you were in there so long."
And Larry the Lit had been PISSED.
"I can't...I can't release, though, Breck." Spalding said. "I get more and more excited. But how can I calm down?"
What?
"I...I can't believe that I'm telling you this, it's serious harassment..."
"No, no, shut up. Tell me what's going on."
A moment later, Breck moved her face close to Spalding's and she kissed him, and rubbed the cheek she'd just slapped.
"I'm your friend, Spalding. You've done me a couple solids, let me help you. Is this a medical problem?"
Spalding wasn't sure how he had gotten the nerve to undo his pants and pull down his undies.
And there, his beautiful legal assistant was examining his hard penis in the little cock cage that was, frankly, choking it.
Breckyn ran her delicate little hands up and down the swelling skin poking through the bars. She was more than a little shocked.
"What the hell? No wonder you can't get relief."
It took Spalding about twenty minutes to explain things.
Yes, about how Mother and his sister Maisie and cousin Starla had felt that if Spal was locked up, he could focus on his legal studies, and serious work.
"But I can still play with it in the cage, and Maisie likes to tease it now and then, you know, to get me to do stuff for her."
"What's this mark?"
"Oh, when Mother found out I blew off her garden party to help you move, she gave my penis a-well, a little caning, y'know."
"Your mother hit your poor penis with a STICK?"
"But it's important, Mother wants me to stay focused. And I had a 3.8 all the way through law school. I get to jerk off every four months."
"Every four months?"
"Before, it was when my term reports came out, and now Mommie looks at my evaluations here at work. "
"How generous of her."
Breckyn had taken a paper clip off the desk and now she was moving it around in the lock.
"Okay, I can get this off, but you gotta go small."
"Do we have any ice?"
"No time for that."
Breckyn swatted Spalding's penis HARD, and he burst into tears.
"Calm down, honey, I just want it to get little so I can-there we go!"
Breck took the cage off and Spalding's penis got quite big again. Here he was in front of this beautiful girl, her tits almost falling out of the scoop neck of the tank dress...
Her hair was in a high ponytail, and Breck's long French manicure was toying with his penis, which was getting quite empurpled.
"Oh, that feels so good." Spalding was so relieved to be out of there.
Breckyn tickled the underside of Spalding's growing penis, and she ran her little tongue over her glossed lips as she examined his surging interest.
"You don't get to have a lotta orgasms do ya, Mr. Tyll?"
