"Does she like you to go down on her?"
"Not really. She says that it's too... too dirty."
"Then I suppose she doesn't...."
"No. Clare thinks that's dirty too..."
Ben was so apprehensive that Victoria was going to notice his throbbing boner jutting against her gently swaying backside that he hardly knew what he was saying.
"Oh Goddd!..." he groaned distractedly.
The young man's boss smiled to herself at his nervousness. She turned to face him while casually pulling her tight skirt up to her waist. A knowing grin creased her lips as she nimbly stepped out of her panties. She reached out and laid the miniscule satin triangle on Ben's shoulder
"I want you to go down on me dear..." she said as coolly as if she were saying she preferred wheat toast to white.
"I don't.... understand..." Ben stammered, totally unable able to tear his eyes away from Victoria's stocking tops and the now exposed hairy triangle between them.
"I don't think I can say it any more clearly. I want you to eat me Ben!"...she murmured, stepping a little nearer so that she could reach out and play with the knot of the young man's tie.
"But Ms. Jackson...my wife..." Dan whimpered, his eyes now flashing up pleadingly to Victoria's.
"Clare's not here now is she Ben? She'll never know. Besides... you know you want to!..."
As she said this Victoria reached into Ben's crotch with her right hand. She pressed her palm against his bulging tool through his pants.
'Unhhh!..." Ben groaned in response.
Of course he wanted to do it. There was nothing in the world he wanted to do more at that moment than to press his face into the juncture of this seductive woman's loins and lick her out her until her eyes crossed. But he was terrified that his wife would ultimately find out that he had betrayed her.
"We can't Ms. Jackson...Ahhhh..." he croaked as the sultry beauty standing in front of him gave his hard-on an incendiary squeeze.
"It wouldn't be...Ahhh... right!..."
Victoria stared at her squirming young aide for a moment with a calculating gaze.
"I can make you do it you know?..."
Ben was so aroused he wasn't sure if he was hearing her right. He had never been in a situation like this before. But he knew he shouldn't do it. He was scared of his wife finding out and he was scared of this predatory older woman who was so shamelessly tempting him.
"Ms. Jackson. I know I'm the new guy around here and that you have a lot influence with the partners..."
Victoria carried on as if Ben weren't even speaking.
"It's probably better if I do make you do it, at least the first time. It's that what you want? You want me to make you go down on me? I suppose that would help to relieve your guilty conscience wouldn't it? Well then... I can do that!..."
"What?...No!...Don't!...Please. There really isn't anything that you can say..."
"Oh I'm not going to say anything..." Victoria drawled as she slipped her caressing hand deeper between Dan's legs and closed her fingers on his vulnerable testicles.
"I'm done talking... for now..." she purred. Still smiling, she closed her fist on those sensitive nuggets, squashing them together painfully
"Wahhh!...Heyyy!...Don'tt!..." Ben yelped, reflexively reaching down with his own hands to try and free himself from Victoria's unexpected assault.
"Ahh Ahh!...Don't!..." she warned, increasing the pressure of her punishing grip.
A blinding surge of nausea swept up from Ben's groin so swiftly that he though he might faint. He quickly dropped his hands to his sides.
"That's better. Now down you go..." Victoria instructed, easing the pressure of her fiercely gripping hand just enough to allow Ben to focus on her instructions. She pulled down on his nuts and on his tie. She had to bend forward to keep her stern grip on him as Ben's shaky legs buckled and he folded to his knees in front of her.
"All the way..." she encouraged, pulling on his aching testicles until he was sitting on his heels.
Letting go of his tie she reached down for one of Ben's hands. The young man resisted her. Victoria tightened her crushing fist once more on his nuts.
"Nahhh!...Please!..." he whimpered in realdistress.
"Don't fight me lover. You lost this one when you let me get you by the balls. Now give me your hand."
The squirming young man had no choice but to let her take his hand.
Victoria laced her fingers through his, bending his wrist back at an extreme angle. In a moment more Ben found himself with his hand bent over backwards by his ear and his elbow pointing up at the ceiling. It felt like the raven haired beauty standing over him was going to dislocate his shoulder.
The good news was that she released his balls and moved that hand up and tangled it in his hair. She held his face turned up towards her as she took a couple of mincing little steps forward and spread her legs apart. Positioning her luxuriant bush just a hair's breadth from his face, she tipped her pelvis up so that her slit was within easy reach.
Looking down on him with a hungry smile, Victoria repeated her earlier request, only now it was a demand..."Eat me!..."
Ben looked up for a moment longer into this stunning woman's eyes. Then he turned his gaze back to the inviting feast in front of him. He guessed he didn't really have any choice. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and leaned forward like a hungry man at a pie eating contest.
Four weeks to the day before that Ben Clark was entering the prestigious law offices of Levi, McCormack & Henderson - Los Angeles for the first time. He had finished his law degree with honors (not high honors) a year earlier at a small and undistinguished college in the mid-west. He knew that succeeding at LeeMac was the best chance he had at building a successful practice of his own and he was going to do everything in his power to make that happen.
He had married his long time girl friend and he owed it not only to himself but to her not to blow this opportunity. He was prepared to do whatever it took, he thought.
LeeMac had separate floors for criminal, civil, corporate and family law. Ben had hoped to make his way up in the corporate office or, as a second choice, the civil. But the gods were not smiling on him that first day and he found himself being directed to the offices of the family practice.
He had letter of introduction from HR that he was supposed to present to Victoria Jackson, the senior partner of the family law group. He would later find out that Ms. Jackson was truly a luminary in the rarified upper strata of divorce attorneys. She represented only aggrieved women and was the 'go-to' girl for the 'cheated on' wives of corporate magnates and Hollywood producers. She was often seen on the six o'clock news, leading one sun glassed beauty or another from the court house. The client had just received an undisclosed but enormous settlement from her rock star husband.
That was all that Ben knew about her and was looking forward to meeting her. But in fact on that first day, Ms. Jackson had time for only the briefest of meetings with him. She had a long day of depositions in front of her she said. Even so, Ben was impressed.
Vickie Jackson was only in her late thirties and had rose to the pinnacle of her profession in an amazingly short time. Ben had heard that she was known to be totally relentless when it came to unearthing the sins of her clients' husbands and then using that information to lever vast settlements from them or judgments against them. It was even rumoured that she may have (not personally of course, but somehow) arranged for certain introductions to be made that later turned out to be quite incriminating for the husbands of some of her clients who had otherwise led a totally blameless existence.
Knowing only of that reputation Ben was a little surprised to find that Ms. Jackson did not appear to be the ruthless haridan he had imagined. She was, it was true, a very striking woman. She was probably about 5 foot 8, almost Ben's height in her high heels. Her flowing mane of dark hair framed her face as it cascaded to her shoulders. She had a very trim figure, perhaps a little chesty but it was hard to tell beneath the tailored jacket she was wearing.
His new boss had very little free time that morning, but she shook Ben's hand and definitely took her time looking him over. She told him she hoped he didn't mind 'starting at the bottom'. Ben promised that he would work very hard. Mrs. Jackson smiled a slow smile and then passed him on to her executive assistant to get him oriented.
Her assistant was Roxanne Hilton who Ben soon found out that everyone, even though she didn't like it, referred to her behind her back as 'Paris' because of her resemblance to the lanky, doe eyed blonde actress.
Roxanne was a little less forthcoming when Ms. Jackson called her in and asked her to take charge of Ben. His first thought was that Miss Hilton looked a little young (probably about his own age) and a little sort of 'lightweight' to have such a responsible position.
He was soon warned to be wary of this young woman. She was extremely territorial about her position and her boss. Many a careless intern had found himself called on the carpet by Ms. Jackson as 'certain shortcomings in their work' had been brought to her attention by 'someone more responsible' in the organization.
