Exciting wasn't the word Jason Lee would use to describe his career. Being the youngest partner in the firm at thirty two, which was quite an accomplishment in property law. As a partner one would think that Jason would be well respected, but he knew he was often the butt of jokes. Small time was the snide nick name they had given him. He took it in stride, thought. His work was always solid, on time, and he held some very big accounts.
It was because of those accounts that they had assigned Sara McVety to him. She was smart and hard nosed, but those weren't the qualities that made her dangerous to him. It was her charming and warm presentation. He had to give her credit she was good at reading people, clients would often ignore him when she was there, clients that were very important to his status as partner. Last quarter they had showed told him that he was steadily bringing in less money for the last two quarters. He wasn't worried. However, the pressure was there.
It was this thought that had wedged a knot in his gut. A feeling that was eating at him as he sat in the conference room watching Sara present another compelling presentation to a new client.
"Well, I'm sold!" the client said, as his eyes were locked on Sara's ample cleavage.
"Thank you Mr. Baxter," Sara said, as she leaned forward sliding the contracts toward the client. When she turned the client stare was fixated at the beautiful view she was displaying. He gave a leery smile as he sauntered out of the room.
Sara flopped down in the chair next to Jason and let out a sigh, "What a total perv!"
"Well, you were playing up to him," Jason said.
"That's not true."
"Didn't you have that blouse buttoned all the way up this morning?"
She blushed and quickly started to button up again. "That doesn't mean he isn't a perv."
"Does that make me a perv?"
She playfully punched him in the shoulder. "It shows that you have a pulse Mr. Lee."
He smiled at the fact that she still called him Mr. Lee. She was one of the few people in the firm that respected him. She had came to his defense when the partners had warned him about his earnings and she never tried to steal any of his big clients. She worked hard to get new clients, he had often seen her work late at nights and knew her work was as solid as his.
"Why do you -- " he said, but stopped knowing that the question might make her feel uncomfortable.
"No, go ahead," she said. "Why do I sell myself like this? How else am I going to land those big accounts? I'm thirty five, Mr. Lee and I only bring in a fraction in earnings that you do. I was working my ass off for years in this firm hoping that they would make me partner. When I heard that they were going to expand the property division I thought I was finally going to get the offer. Instead we merge with a small no name firm and I take a back seat to you."
He winced and shifted in his seat. Old wounds were bleeding again. "I'm sorry Sara, I didn't mean to --"
"Stop it already." She stood up and looked down at him. "That's the worse part of all of this. You actually deserve to be partner. You put in the time most partners let their associates do. You know more about property law than anybody in the firm. I can't stand it when people say that your only partner because of circumstances and I really hate it when they call you small time. You are the top earner in this firm. If anything you did this firm a favor by staying on as a partner. Your clients stick with you because they know you are just that damn good."
She paused, cheeks flushed, she took a breath to compose herself. "I should be the one asking you -- how do you do it?"
He see her seething, he never knew she was this frustrated. He sat back and thought about his next move. She could be a very important ally in this firm but she could also be his down fall. He looked at her, she was being honest.
"Are they pressuring you as well?" he asked.
"They told me that I would have to earn at least seventy percent as much as you in order to make partner. It would take me years before I could even earn half as much as you. I'm already doing everything can. I've sacrificed my social life, I've missed birthdays, weddings, my sister already as three kids. And yet you've already attained everything I'm striving for."
He stood up and motioned her to follow him. As they walked back to his office he uneasy, but he knew he needed to make a move otherwise the other partners would find some other way to force him out. Once closed the doors to his office he knew it was a risk he was going to have to take.
"Why are we here?" she asked.
"I have a proposal for you. How far would you go to get a big client?"
She pulled back, face twisted with scorn.
"Wait let me explain." He walked behind his desk and sat down, trying to keep his distance from her. "You already know that all these clients talk to each other and if you get one of them your reputation with that client will drawn in more big clients. Now my proposal is a simple one. I'll introduce you to my first big client and you help me establish a steady stream of new clients."
She had a stern look on her face. He had already knew that she had filed a sexual harassment suit against an associate that had gotten that associate fired. Even thought she played up her sexuality for clients, she did not play nice with frat boy antics. "What do you mean how far would I go?"
"It means that when you meet this client you will do whatever it takes to make this client trust you."
Her stone exterior did not break. "Who is this client?"
"I can't tell you that. I can assure you that she is very picky with the type of people she trusts and that she will test you. So I ask you are you willing to do anything to please this client."
He watched her think out his proposal. He had purposely let it slip that the big client was a female, hoping that this fact would ease some of her very valid concerns.
After what felt like an eternity she stood up, face still stern but with the posture of confidence. "Fine, it's a deal you introduce me to this client and I help you gain new clients, on one condition. Nobody ever learns about this meeting or deal."
"She wouldn't want it any other way." He stood up and held out his hand, she shook it with a strong grip. "Meet me here tomorrow, wear something conservative -- no perfume, no blouses that show any cleavage and no skirts that highlight your amazing ass. Think nun in a business suit."
She nodded, walked toward the door, before left she looked back at him. "Mr. Lee?"
"Yes?"
"So you think I have an amazing ass, huh?" She gave him a wink and waltzed out.
***
The next day Jason sat in his office watching the clock. His office door opened and Sara walked in smiling. She had on a tan pantsuit that seemed one size too big.
"Is this austere enough for you?"
He walked up and inspected her. "Lose the make up."
"What, you did not say anything about no make up."
"Just go take it off and meet me at my car. We can't be late."
He took off for his car not waiting to hear her response. He knew he had to trust her but her last words last night made him feel uneasy. It was a the type of comment she usually reserved for her clients. Was he being played?
The car door open and Sara slid in with her game face on. Her blonde her was up in a bun and despite having no make up on Jason still thought she looked beautiful.
She held up her hand. "Not a word. Drive. Now."
As they hit the road he could see her looking out watching familiar business watering holes known for high powered meetings pass by. It wasn't until they were on the highway did she start to give him a look of concern.
After a couple of miles she turned to him. "Country club?"
"Don't worry about it. She is very private."
After a couple of minutes they pulled off the highway and took a country road that seem to go into the middle of corn fields. An iron gate pulled into view and Jason rolled down the window and pushed the intercom.
"Ms. Johnson? It's Jason Lee with my associate Sara McVety."
"Bring visitors are we?" a voice on the other end said.
The gate open and they drove in. A well manicured lawn and garden greeted them, but they were only a prelude to the mansion that was at the end. They parked in front of a garage and made their way to the front door.
Before he rang the door bell, he looked at Sara. "Remember she will test you. If you don't want to do something just say no."
"But I'll miss my chance if I say no right?"
"Pretty much." He rang the doorbell and a butler answered the door. Wordlessly he guided them to room were a lady sat in a chair. She was dressed in a conservative blue dress with her hair in a bun similar to how Sara had her's.
"Hello Jason, it's good to see you again. Have a seat." She motioned at the butler and he left the room. "Sara is it? Has Jason ever told you how he became my lawyer?"
"No Ms. Johnson."
"He became my lawyer because he earned my trust. Now my daughter is also in need for a good lawyer and I was inclined to refer her to Jason again, but he told me that there was another young lawyer that would benefit from my goodwill. Now, Jason knows how much I place on trust and he clearly thinks he can trust you. I ask you can I trust you?"
"Yes, Ms. Johnson. I assure you that I will be able to -- "
"That's not what I asked!" Ms. Johnson turned toward him. He knew what was coming next, he had thought that it would be Sara put through the paces, but he now knew that this would be an exercise on how much he really trusted Sara. And to be honest he wasn't completely sure he could, yet.
"Jason, you seem to be over dressed for our meeting," Ms. Johnson said. Without a moment of hesitance, he stood up and began to take off his clothes. He kicked off his shoes and socks and took off his suit.
"Stop," Ms. Johnson said as Jason was about to take off his boxers. "Face her."
He turned and looked at Sara. She had the same stern poker face, but her eyes betrayed her. They were examining him up and down. His hairless chest and tone chest accentuated the v shape taper of his back. His solid midsection built from his dedication in the gym. He could feel his dick slowly becoming hard.
"Sara, is it? Take off his underwear."
