I am profoundly grateful to Martin Gatsby who collaborated....no, who made this story what it is. His skill as an erotica author puts me to shame! I sincerely thank him for his work as co-author of this chapter of the "Legal Research" series.
Please feel free to look up his own work and send him an email. You can find him under "Martin Gatsby".
- Yourstohave
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Tandy Jones' office sat directly in front of Martin Greenfield's office. When the Executive Committee decided that Martin should seize the title of managing partner, they also deemed that Tandy, as law firm administrator, should be placed in close proximity. They worked with a kind of quick, efficient rhythm when necessary. But that was not always the case. She had originally been placed near him to serve as a buffer of sorts.
Martin stood four or five inches over six feet with a personality that matched his height. He had a lanky frame, was athletic, and had a handsome face. Unfortunately that's where the niceness ended. His brown hair and nice looking brown eyes made many a person think he was just another run of the mill law firm partner, dull, dull, dull. How wrong they were!
He had been blessed with intelligence that matched his height. He was the youngest managing partner in the firm's 100 year history. He was only 38 when he had been named managing partner. He had joined the firm as a young associate straight out of law school, but had quickly risen through the ranks, thanks to his intelligence, determination, drive and charm, all mixed in with a more than a little bit of luck.
Unfortunately, for all who worked at the firm, along with that intelligence came a very exacting, and domineering personality. That was the politically correct version. Martin was a prick straight out. He could be vicious and cruel. He discarded many a secretary and paralegal as if he was changing a pair of his expensive boxers. He expected perfection. He did not care to hear any explanation as to why it could or could not be achieved.
As for Tandy, the firm had dubbed her law firm administrator with the explicit expectation that she "manage" the managing partner. The Committee felt if anyone could accomplish that, it would be her.
Tandy was 36 and also tall. Her long body stretched to 5' 11". She had straight golden brown waist length hair that matched her beautiful golden tropic tanned skin. Her hair was typically lightly perfumed and a quick flick of her head would reward somebody near to her with a warm, soft, sexy scent. Her hazel eyes reflected the slight hint of gold in her hair. She had legs that went on forever. They were trim but muscular because of more time on the volleyball court than starving herself. Her curvy figure culminated in a pair of stunning, luscious DD breasts. Capping her breasts were thick brown nipples that almost oozed sex and would poke through quite a lot of her wardrobe.
Many a young attorney new to the firm spent their nights masturbating to wicked thoughts involving Tandy, and her beautifully carved cherry wood desk. She was gorgeous, but had earned her place at the firm through hard work and intelligence, and people respected her for it.
When the Committee named her administrator they were banking on the fact that she would somehow be able to corral Martin's demanding nature. They had noticed that for some unknown reason, he seemed to "settle down" when in her presence. Oh don't get me wrong, he was still an ass, and frequently practiced his razor sharp condescending tongue on her, but it just seemed as if, on rare occasions, when in her presence he would actually become someone they could all get along with. The vicious and cruel Martin would descend and the charming and witty man they all esteemed would surface.
The first 6 months of the arrangement had actually been misery. It seemed to everyone that she wasn't going to have the strength to put up with his razor sharp tongue, his demanding schedule, and his exacting nature. As weeks turned into months, she seemed to head further down the path of self implosion. She began to look haggard and tired and just downright beat.
Martin grew worse and worse and actually began screaming at Tandy in front of others. He no longer hid his disrespect for her, and that was something that she knew she would never be able to overcome, no matter how intelligent she might be. The minute you lost people's respect, well, it was pretty much over for you as an administrator. She knew her co-workers would eventually follow his lead.
The Committee began to doubt their gamble would pay off. The whispers and grumblings began. Tandy began to doubt her place at the firm. She thought she was a goner for sure. She knew they would never fire Martin, even with his outrageous conduct, he knew how to do his job, and did it extremely well for the firm. No one could deny that. It would be her they would replace.
And then one day, everything changed. On a bright and sunny Monday morning, it seemed as if a sparkling shining bright new light broke through the gloomy sky and shone down upon the firm. Gone was the usual stressful and gloomy environment that everyone was accustomed to. From that day on, for some unknown reason, Martin and Tandy began to work like a highly functioning single unit.
People didn't know what had caused the change, or why it had occurred. It just did. All they knew was that on that gorgeous and bright Monday morning, she had walked directly into Martin's office and didn't surface until 5 hours later.
His phone went unanswered. Tandy's assistant made feeble attempts at explaining her boss' absence. The soft knocks on the office door went ignored. People tiptoed around, waiting for a scream of rage or profanity to escape from behind the locked door. However, nothing but silence abounded. People placed bets as to who would shed blood first. Nervous laughter could be heard on occasion. The firm's partners' oblivious to it all appreciated the subdued atmosphere.
At around 1 p.m. the door to Martin's office swung open. All who happened to be in the area (and there were many) immediately focused their gaze on the gaping hole. Out walked Tandy smiling brightly with her hair and makeup immaculately in place. Her gorgeous black St. John Knit suit clung to her curves like glove. Her 4 inch black Manolo's clicked on the marble floor. She walked to her own office, called for her assistant and then shut the door with out a word. Nobody noticed the small bead of semen near her tanned right ankle.
After that Monday morning things just began to click between the two. People witnessed a profound change in their relationship. They knew they could now count on Tandy to keep Martin in check, to keep him informed, to keep him organized and on top of his game. They also knew she was somehow able to keep him the hell away from them. And that she did, with grace, charm and aplomb.
The Committee didn't care why the arrangement had all of a sudden worked. It just did and that was all that mattered. The firm had increased their earnings by 35% in the 2 years since they had been placed in their positions. Yes, life was good for all at the firm.
What they didn't know about, was what had transpired between the two on the night before the infamous Monday morning meeting. That fateful Sunday night Tandy had actually come into the office to turn in her letter of resignation.
SUNDAY NIGHT
That Sunday, Tandy had decided to quit instead of facing the humiliation of being fired. She decided to go into the office on a late Sunday evening to turn in her letter of resignation, pack her things and leave quietly. She didn't want to subject herself to the awkward stares, glances, and nervous chatter that those who quit are given on their last day.
It was nearly 9 p.m. on that Sunday evening when she looked around her own office, her personal belongings already packed and arranged neatly in two boxes sitting on her desk. She sighed and resigned herself to the fact that she would miss her firm, her friends, her work and life. She only had one thing left to do. She had to place her letter of resignation on Martin's desk.
She walked to his office, quietly opened the door and stumbled upon a scene that in all her living days she would have never imagined, and much less could have ever explained.
He was sitting at his desk in front of his computer in his beautiful soft and supple black leather executive chair. His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open. His pants and boxers were pooled around his ankles.
She immediately noticed his absolutely gorgeous and juicy, rock hard, long and thick cock was in his hands. His cock arched up from his hips obscenely. He was stroking himself furiously up and down. In the low light, she could see a slick gleaming up and down the shaft. It must have been some kind of slick lubricant that he had smothered all over his cock. Low guttural moans escaped from his mouth. They sounded animalistic to her ears. She could feel a low rumble of arousal in her loins and her mouth watered slightly.
She could barely comprehend the scene in front of her, but what absolutely surprised her the most, well, what actually shocked the living daylights out of her, was what she saw on his computer screen.
It was her own picture, the picture she had taken to be used on the firm's website, when it had been announced she had been named law firm administrator. It was a head shot. She'd actually felt she looked horrible in it and wished it hadn't been placed up on the firm website. She thought she looked like a prude, uptight librarian. Yet there it was, in all of its prim and proper glory directly in front of Martin's big, juicy cock.
He was so enthralled in what he was doing he didn't notice she'd opened the door. She stood there with weak knees, her mouth wide open her heart beating fiercely in her chest. She couldn't believe she had walked in on him masturbating to her picture.
She knew she should have immediately run right back out the door, but couldn't. She was rooted to the spot, watching him stroke his long, hard cock. The spark of her arousal was growing. She could feel her womanhood began to throb. She could feel herself getting wet and a warmth in her belly. Part of her was a bit insulted though. Did he feel like she was just a slut? An idealization to cum to? She couldn't believe, no - she wouldn't have ever believed that he thought of her in that manner. She would have bet her life that he hated her guts.
Her throat caught and she experienced a shot of unadulterated lust that shocked her in its intensity. She wanted him. She wanted him something fierce. The only thing running through her head at the moment was that she wanted to fuck him for all she was worth, until she lay spent in a heap on the floor.
