Having no money is probably the worst thing in the world, right after being sick. Her psychology degree from Germany didn't get her anywhere in the US where she had moved to in order to be with her husband, and her narcissism kept her from working minimum wage at a fast-food joint. So she spent her days taking care of their new dog and wondering how she could get out of the hole she had dug herself.
The sun was still burning hot well into October on one of their regular walks, and she could feel the wire of her bra cutting into the tender flesh of her breast. The dog was happily scouting about when she noticed it for the first time. "Nathan James, Attorney at Law". Hmm. A paralegal... that might be something she could do! She had passed the small one story building almost every day for a year now but had never noticed the sign in front. Maybe it had drawn her attention tonight because the lights were on, and someone was apparently working late.
She called the dog and put him on the leash, then proceeded to head up the small stairway to a large door framed with glass panels. She knocked twice and took a step back. It was a while before the door opened.
He looked scruffy, with an annoyed look on his face. There was faint jazz music coming from a room in the back.
"Yes, can I help you?" he said with a tone a lot more polite than the look on his face. She felt something in her clit tingle.
"Eh, yes, I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you were maybe in need of a paralegal?"
His eyes widened for a second, then he stepped out into the evening air and looked around the front of the building, at the two large glass pane windows that could use a fresh coat of painting, as if he was searching for something specific. She got a waft of his cologne and felt her head spin for a second. She couldn't place it, but he reminded her of a kind of attractiveness she hadn't seen in a long time. He was slender, groomed, and well dressed in a gray three-piece suit, almost like being taken out of a 50s vintage add for expensive watches. A dark red tie was loosely hanging from his shaven neck. His hazel eyes had a kindness about them, but his face showed determination and still, annoyance.
"How... how did you know, Annie hasn't even put the sign up yet.", he said with a half-smile and stepped back inside the door frame. "Yes, yes I am looking for a paralegal. Why don't you hand in your resumé, and I'll take a look at it on Monday." Brushing his dark grey hair back over his head with one hand, he stepped inside and immediately jumped back out with a card in his hand.
"There, you can also send it to my email."
She took the card and thanked him. As she stepped back out onto their usual path, she couldn't help but wonder. If she worked for him, was it gonna be a problem? She loved her husband dearly, but my oh my, that lawyer certainly had a way about him. The dog went back to his tail wagging ways and left her with her thoughts and a tingling clit as they made their way home.
Monday morning, with a freshly sorted resumé already in her lawyer's mailbox at 7am and her trucker husband on his way up to Pennsylvania, she decided to take a shower and get herself ready just in case for a possible interview. She wanted to also hand in a printed copy on their morning walk and wanted to look the part. The temperatures had dropped significantly over the weekend, fall was finally tangible, and she loved the contrast of the steaming hot shower on her cold bare skin. While the water was warming her up, she envisioned her first day in office. She made a mental list of things to possibly get, like a clipboard maybe and some pastel markers, a bed for the dog and a cute container with dog treats for walk-ins.
There also was the picture of him fucking her from behind over her new desk, with the cute treat container falling to the floor while she tried to avoid moaning too loud.
Naturally, shaving her pussy didn't make it any easier. The razorblades gently brushing her clit every so often slowly pulled her thoughts in one direction and one direction only. She stopped shaving, snapped the detachable razorblade off onto the bathroom math in front of the shower, and used the rubbery handle of the razor sliding it up and down her aching pussy. She didn't need to feel it, she could tell her clear juices now running down her leg, mixing with the soapy water from the cocoa butter scented shower gel she had bought specifically for the colder season. She shrieked as her back touched the cold tiles for the first time, but quickly brought herself in position to be able to work her clit with one hand and use the razor handle to fuck herself with the other. Her little nob was swollen and throbbing already when she started teasing it, her pussy trying to grab hold of the razor handle as tightly as possible.
The vision of his dick penetrating her got stronger while she was fucking herself like that, his hand holding her down onto the desk by her neck, his other hand reaching around and working her clit. Her legs started to give way as she rubbed her clit faster and faster, her pussy starting to tighten, the hand holding the razor handle now completely covered in warm juices. She exclaimed a single pressed "Fuck!" when the orgasm hit her, making her legs cramp up and tremble while her body was being rocked by the waves, the razor handle almost being sucked into her completely. In her mind, he was cumming inside of her.
Showers take a lot longer like this, having to clean up all the juices that the water does not wash away that easily, and having to finish shaving when everything is swollen and tender. When she finally put her hair up after drying it and curling the ends, it already neared 10 am.
