Woman Lawyers - Part 3 - Body Images
Chapter 8 - Eric Makes a Deal
My two gorgeous lovers with tan lines were sitting up on their pool loungers, eyes asking questions.
Karen said, "He has had another bad idea. I am to assign you both to work on the Donaldson bankruptcy/divorce case from here. You can use his machine and mine. He promises not to molest you during working hours as long as you spend enough time in the sun and pose for him when there is good light in the morning and evening."
"We still get paid for this?" Eyes were now crinkled with laughter. I toweled off Karen and said, "Think of how rich you will be with royalties from the images. Since you are so nice to me, you get eighty percent up to the first million."
Karen wiggled in my arms and asked, "What about my royalties?"
The others asked, "Yes, what about her royalties?"
In my best husky voice, I said, "Actually, I have decided she gets one hundred percent of the income from the images because I am going to take one hundred percent from sales of the Paris book! Perhaps I should put the two of you in it, anonymously of course, and give you the same deal. Are you prepared to be bisexual lesbians in Paris, the year between college and law school?"
I got a terrible look and they dove into the pool. I followed Karen into the house and up the stairs. She said, "I want you again, but not right now. I have a job, and it is not screwing you. Let me dress please."
I didn't leave, but found a suitable dress that I liked and lay it on the bed. I remembered the lingerie set that matched the dress, and found it in her drawer while she brushed her teeth. She allowed me to help her, carefully adjusting her breasts in the bra cups. I worked on her hair and did the zipper on the back of the dress.
She declared, "No stockings today, it is going to be too hot." Before her lipstick, I was given a very wet kiss and an admonition, "Let them work in peace today. They are still recovering from your alpha male treatment. I'm hardly recovered myself. All of a sudden, you are able to get every woman you meet all hot and bothered."
As we walked downstairs, I asked, "Is that bad?"
She slid into my arms and whispered, "No, but you must learn when to come onto a woman and when not. I don't think you can afford a harem just yet." She laughed and was out the door.
I was cleaning up in the kitchen when two wet bodies attacked from the rear. "Bisexual lesbians! In Paris when we were just out of college?"
I said, "It gets worse. I am going to photograph you together. Low light. Lots of shadows on your curves. Limbs touching in erotic places. Suggestion, not reality. You are going to imagine that you are in my attic atelier, naked on a stand. The photographer is gay and not a threat, according to your cousin, who has a hot Parisian boyfriend. Which is how she got you to pose naked."
Their grip tightened. "Go on. What happens?"
"You have only been lovers for a few months, but the whole scene has you incredibly turned on. The cousin is there as a chaperone, but she watches the two of you being posed and gets aroused herself. One of you takes the other's breast in her lips, and the cousin has to sit down. Her thighs are moving about. You whisper to each other that you are going to put on a good show for the cousin and hope the photographer's large format camera captures the heat of your coupling."
"Eric! How in god's name do you expect us to do lawyer work after these stories? I thought I was straight, but I have Christy in my arms and don't want to let go." The two of them were kissing fiercely and rubbing their hips together.
"Ok, no more story right now. Go work on that Donaldson business. We'll see if the light cooperates later in the afternoon, and I'll tell you what happens in that session with the gay photographer."
I got unhappy looks as they grumpily found clothes and used Karen's computer to pull up the file.
I hadn't really thought about selling any of Karen's images, but entered the dark room and went through the negatives, looking for some that were both good and didn't reveal her in a recognizable way. There were a couple that might work, and I concentrated on making two 14x16 prints.
We needed lunch supplies, so I did that and dropped by the photo shop for several simple frames. When Karen got home, the framed prints were going to be hanging in the front hall. I decided they should be a surprise for Cynthia and Christy as well, and didn't mention the project over lunch.
Fortunately, we were back to two lawyers and their brief. I asked, "How do you handle the legal representation in a case like this?"
They smiled and said, "Very complicated. Normally, every interested party has to have his or her own lawyer. In this one, there is also the two-way partnership that is filing for bankruptcy. Because they pledged their community property assets as well in getting the startup loan, it looks like we have three bankrupts."
I looked at them and said, "This is a morality play about bad decisions and bad outcomes and ruined relationships?"
"Pretty much. Maybe there is another Eric story here?"
I stood behind Cynthia and played with her hair. "But it is Cynthia's turn."
She turned her head up for a kiss and said "Thank you." Her body under my hands had an exotic interplay of hard and soft skin covering muscles and bone. I could feel it coming alive under my touch. My fingers found their way under the loose edge of the halter top and caressed the curves underneath. Her voice was so soft I barely heard it. "Stop. Please stop."
My hands stilled and I said, "I don't see bankruptcy in her crystal ball."
Christy responded, provocatively, "But what if she is engaged to some sales guy who was a fraternity jock and romanced her, but at the last minute, after she has already signed a pre-nup, her father discovers the fiance is part of a family partnership about to collapse in a big way? The father hires you to save her financial bacon, but you fall hopelessly in love..."
I sat down and eased Cynthia into my lap. She was shivering. "Please Mark, that asshole Ralph has my signature on those papers I didn't even look at. What am I going to do?" She buried her head in my shoulder and cried a few real tears.
"Damn, you two are really into this. That is a great start. We can mix love and sleaze and lawyering. Should be able to get an option in a minute."
I got kissed and hugged and softly beaten on. "Karen is going to kill us. We are supposed to be writing a brief, not messing with you."
"Hey, you just brought the firm a half million in fees. That covers some messing. Especially if the guy takes hot pictures of your fantastic bodies."
Now it was their turn to play with my hair. "Sadly, Eric, you haven't totally destroyed our work ethic. We are going back to that crazy brief. Call us if the sun cooperates."
I busied myself reading about silver prints, which use an exotic gelatin base paper with silver in the emulsion. Really expensive. I wondered how much money I would go through learning the proper technique. If the women liked the prints in the hall, maybe they would subsidize experiments.
I followed Karen's advice and decided a low key dinner made by me was a good way to keep my women happy and went shopping.
I got back to find Karen's car in the driveway. It was early, so she was giving herself a little slack in the schedule. Good.
I came in the front door with sacks in both hands to find all three of them in front of me, gazing at the prints. The late afternoon light was just right. The highlights in the prints revealed the fine lines of her body without being identifiable. Woman personified, I thought, giving myself too much credit.
I was seized and hugged. "They are terrific. It's like being in a gallery!"
