To all the literary minded folk out there, apologies for my previous two stories without quotation marks. I hope you will find this story to be grammatically correct. I have to say that I really DO appreciate the feedback though, how else can we learn. Many thanks and enjoy...
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Somehow, sometime, I must have fucked up BIG TIME! Why, do you ask? Well, let me see. Could it be because I just lost my stressful but rent paying job, been evicted from my small but comfortable house or maybe because my current hormone level surpasses my quite high IQ level by thousands? Nope, can't be an either or situation, it should probably be a combination of all three. Yep, that's me, can't do anything by half. I always have to go for the big league which generally lands me, without fail, back on my parent's doorstep. You'd think that by now they would be used to my bouts of minor setbacks, but nooooo! Even when I just come to visit, my father, covertly of course, nervously checks the driveway to see if I am being followed by a moving van. I am aware of my short comings, but please, give a poor girl a break, or breaks in my case.
So it is, once again, that I invade (very unwillingly) my parent's blissful Prozac haze, which they continuously assure me that I caused. I am of the opinion that they will relocate one day without sending me their forwarding address, wouldn't you? Let me clue you in to what caused my current dilemma. Do I have to say dilemma's even if everything happened all at once? I wonder?
I am 30 years young, have long black hair, green eyes and a body that Picasso would have tried to immortalize into the abstract but would have failed. I am gorgeous, and yes, before you pseudo editor/readers say anything nasty, I know I am. I am also, not for lack of trying not to be, a total airhead, albeit a clever one. Life has just always been very accommodating towards me. I got my law degree with flying colors, was offered an internship at one of the most prestigious law firms in the country and basically rocked the courthouse. Unfortunately my expenditure did not equal my income which forced me back to my parental fallback cushion. Not ideal, but hey, I was saving big bucks and then invested liberally at Jimmy Choo's, perfect! Six months later, I won a big case, got a promotion, moved into an apartment and slept with the boss. Can you guess where I went wrong? Nope, not sleeping with the boss, I should have stayed at home and saved moving back costs.
The boss's wife found us 69ing it on the boardroom table, threatened to take half of everything, including one testicle which I guess he was rather attached to. I got fired and so followed the rest of my sad but sometimes exciting existence. You'd think that I would have learnt my lesson, but alas, I jump on that wagon, time and time again. Dad should have installed a rotating door, would have prevented my tennis elbow from acting up.
Settling into my boring but free lodgings, again, I started the job search all over. Dad must have had an idea of why I was continuously being fired because he offered me a position in his law practice. The idea behind it being that he could not fire me because we won't be sleeping together. Yeah right, trust me to find a way to royally fuck up that situation as well. And no, I did not nor will I ever sleep with my dad.
Being the little princess in my own fantasy world, I breezed into work early (around noon) the next Monday morning and waited for the red carpet to be unrolled. Great was my surprise when not only was the carpet non-existent, but I was not even afforded all due courtesy to me (helloooo, remember the little princess). Storming into daddy's office, I demanded my own office and assistant, not noticing that he had company. Blowing full steam ahead, I protested my appalling treatment, lack of office and the fact that I just broke a nail while trying to claw my way past his anally retentive assistant.
"Uhm sweetheart, can you see that I am busy at the moment," daddy sweetly asked?
Completely ignoring the unknown person opposite daddy, I barged full steam ahead, "Well daddy, if you were so busy with important stuff, shouldn't your assistant have stopped me?"
"I am sure that she tried and failed, hence the broken nail."
"But daddy, how am I supposed to work when I don't even have my own office, you do know that I am a very respected and sought after lawyer, don't you?"
Standing up, daddy motioned to the man sitting across from him.
"Chad, I would like to introduce you to my very impulsive but brilliant daughter, Samantha Wells."
"Sam, meet Chad Lessing the third from Lessing Industries."
Apparently the warranty on my common sense just expired because I stood there, gaping like an idiot at the most attractive male specimen, I ever saw.
Trying to gather my floundering wits, I held out my hand and tried to act like the professional I sometimes am. Red hot heat sizzled up my arm, straight to my pulsing clit. I know that it might sound like a cliché, but it was lust at first touch.
"Nice to meet you Samantha, your father said that we will be working together on my case."
"Uh.... Nice to meet you too, but which case are you talking about," I stammered like a fool?
"Sit down Sam and let me brief you, daddy said." "Chad is the CEO of Lessing Industries and six months ago, Pete Morgan the previous MD was found stealing from the company. He was summarily dismissed and civil charges were brought against him. The case is being heard in three weeks time and we represent Lessing Industries. All the ground work and investigations are done and we only have to prepare our strategy and proposed outcome. I want you to lead argument and ensure a water tight closing. You think you can do that?"
"Sure daddy, but I have a few conditions."
Groaning, he looked at me expectantly.
"I want my own office with an en suite bathroom, an assistant, parking space near the elevators and one of the company condos. Oh, and I almost forgot, three pairs of Jimmy Choo's."
"Honey, you can't be serious. The office, assistant and parking space can be negotiated, but the rest, won't happen, daddy smugly said."
"Well daddy, I hope you have your court shoes polished because you are definitely going to need it. And by the way, you know that I have never lost a court case and you know that you really need me on this. Don't you want me out of the house and in my own place?"
"Sure I want you in your own place but not at the company's expense and why in hell do you need more shoes?"
"Daddy, the condo is to ensure that I don't tell mom about your so called "fishing" trip and the shoes are just because you love me. Need I say more?"
Wickedly grinning, Chad said: "Come on Jack, you might as well give her everything she asked for because I want her on my team. Anyone ruthless enough to blackmail their own father is more than welcome to represent Lessing industries."
"I suppose that I have no choice in this matter, and Sam, I don't appreciate you blackmailing me."
"Oh daddy, you know as well as I do that I would never do that to mom, I think."
"Well okay then, I've got to attend another client at his office, you and Chad can use my office to continue this meeting." Kissing me goodbye and shaking Chad's hand, daddy left.
"Alrightie then, where should we start, I asked?"
"Have dinner with me."
"Excuse me?"
"Come on Sam, you heard me, have dinner with me."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Uhm... I have to wash my hair tonight."
