There seemed to be no stopping Janine; she was on her way. In some respects, had already arrived. She had joined the firm right out of law school. Being a lot older than the typical law school grad and female besides had caused many to underestimate her and she had used that to her advantage. No one made that mistake anymore. Three years later she was usually the lead attorney on the cases she worked. The people that had shown her the ropes when she started were now working on her team. They were still junior partners; she was a full partner. There were only 2 factors holding her back: she not only took pro bono cases, she actually invested the time to win them and, unbeknownst to her, the senior partner preferred large-breasted women.
There was more than one senior partner but everyone still referred to the man in charge as "THE senior partner". It had always been an exclusive firm, the best in the city which was why Janine had joined, and the highest level was reserved to very few. In fact, no one had made senior partner since he had done so twenty-five years earlier. The other senior partners, referred to in just that manner, didn't come to the office. There were three of them and only one was still active. He litigated out of his gated Florida community.
It was already being said that the next person to be offered senior partnership would be Janine. The other full fledged partners deeply resented her meteoric rise, of course. All of them had labored for many more years to reach the position and most of them were already hard at work exploiting her weaknesses to poison the mind of the senior partner against the wunderkind.
But it was not her small chest or the warm heart beating beneath it that would endanger Janine's career. She had a deeper secret. A darker secret. Janine was a worthless slut. She not only knew it but it excited her. She would often fantasized about being treated exactly how she deserved to be and have to rush home to masturbate furiously. It wasn't a dehabilitating weakness, in fact it usually worked to her advantage. She could be hard as nails, play the cold bitch perfectly without the slightest hint of remorse. Then she would go home and massage her clit and fantasize about a suitable punishment for her behavior until she came all over her long fingers. Afterwards she would lay there sobbing softly in shame.
It was late in the day when Janine got the bad news from Veronica Zipp. Zipp was the only other female full partner. She often handed out the assignments for the senior partner. She thought of herself as his second in command, someone that would already be a senior partner if he didn't guard his prerogatives so jealously. Janine thought of her as a glorified messenger girl but she kept this to herself. Zipp was matronly without being warm and appeared to be aging fast but doing her best to conceal it with ever thickening layers of makeup. Her full breasts were sliding southward but she valiantly strapped them up as high as they would reach. Janine had seen her wincing in pain and rubbing where the straps cut into her when she thought no one was looking. She wasn't wincing now, as she came into Janine's office uninvited there was a satisfied grin on her face. Janine knew that couldn't be good.