Leticia had found the firm right out of law school.
The firm's strategy was simple. Focus on governments where corruption is most rampant and the most dollars are at stake. Hire smart, capable and super hot women who were prepared to whore themselves out for money and power.
At the top of the game the money was huge, the power was huge and the demands were huge. So they had to be women who liked the work too. Who could reconcile their abilities with their whorish desires.
Leticia had been identified at the age of sixteen. The firm had waited patiently, as they do for all of their prospects.....and provided a nudge if possible and required.
None was required for her. She excelled in all fields academic, athletic and womanly. By the time she was seventeen she was a modestly petite, curvy 36D Latina who could make grown men bend to her will with a smile on their face. And by the time she was seventeen it was clear she wanted them around and knew how to get what she wanted....a cock tease gets a ride in a Ferrari......a mouth whore, three-way girl got a Ferrari, if she knew her craft.
After extensive interviews and with her stellar academic credentials, the slut test was all that remained. She was invited to the senior partner's office. She was just like all of the partners she could see - hot, overtly sexy and scary smart.
When she got there, the partner was still meeting with the assistant to the ambassador of Congo. Predictably, the senior partner had to excuse herself briefly -- Leticia was pretty fucking smart herself so she had some thoughts on where this was going. She had a good feeling she was a shoe-in and was feeling like a member of the firm.
As a dozen or so senior partners from the next room watched through one-way glass, she almost immediately struck up a conversation with the big black man in ceremonial robes. On script he worked his way up to ask if she was the girl the senior partner had promised him...."you know the girl to do the things my wife won't do. You are far more beautiful than I had dared hope"
She replied "what is the purpose of your visit today with the partner."
"We are selecting a law firm to represent us."
"If I am your girl, will this firm get the business."
"Well......"
"I must know for certain if you want to stuff your cock between these big luscious tits. That is what you want, no?" She stood and peeled off her jacket to reveal a tight white blouse and no bra containing a spectacular set of slightly coffee coloured fuck muffins.
"Perhaps you are uncertain" as she unlatched and unzipped her short skirt and let it fall to the ground.
Having removed her panties before the interview she stood before him with nothing but 4" strapped heels and a thin white button down shirt ending at her waist.
She opened her shirt top two more buttons, so that the shirt had only two lower buttons left and was barely holding her spectacular deep cleavage.
"OK Mr. Ambassador (they both knew he was an assistant and neither minded)......I will count to three" as she moved closer and moved her hands from her shirt to her hips, she thrusts her neatly trimmed pussy towards his face.
"At the end of that count, if you give me an unequivocal commitment to hire the firm I will get on my knees and suck on your cock until it is hard and ready to bend me over this chair and fuck me in whatever hole you want.....if not I'll get dressed."
"1,2,3"
