Sorry for the delay, everyone. Doing some major editing and formatting and being sick to boot makes me not feeling like doing shi-, er, anything. A big thank you to those still interested in my stories. While they may never go to print, it means a lot to know that people are interested in them. And now, back to the story!!
~Ghost~
Chapter Five
Brittany Stewart
So, now that we got all of that out of the way, we can move on to the reason I wanted to tell you this story in the first place. Quick backstory: After graduation, Jules and I moved back to Dallas to work for a local law firm, and for two years, it worked out well for us. That is, until that law firm started wanting me to, shall we say, bend the truth to ensure success in winning cases. I very disrespectfully declined to tell them in no uncertain terms that a potential partnership wasn't worth violating my moral compass and they could kiss my hairy white ass if they didn't like it. You can guess that that didn't go over too well with them.
So, Jules and I broke off and founded our own firm. Cross-Rhoades Law. 'When you're at the crossroads of deciding on legal action, call Cross-Rhoades, and we'll help you make that decision.' I wish I could take the credit for that unbelievably clever slogan, but believe it or not, Riley gets all the credit for it. Yes, she and Jess are still around. Jess is Dr. O'Toole now, and Riley, well, Riley still doesn't know what she wants to do with her life. I think she just wants to be a housewife. And let's face it, with Jess being a successful doctor, Riley can achieve that dream.
Jules and I still live apart from each other at this point in the story; she in a lavish downtown loft apartment, and I in a plush home just east of the city on a small lakefront property. We still see each other at work and most evenings. We are still very much committed to each other, and I am still her only male desire. I have to stress male because there have been numerous females that she's taken back to her place for a romp in the sheets. Some have even been open to me joining in the fun.
I have turned into somewhat of a recluse. Jules and my secretary, Gladys, are the only two people that work in the office that know what I look like. Speaking of Gladys, now there's a feisty old crow who doesn't take crap off of anyone, least of all me. 'You want coffee; your legs aren't broken. You want copies made; your fingers aren't broken, either,' she told me the first day I hired her. I laughed. She didn't. I have a coffee pot and a copier in my office, in case you want to know. Her main job is to field my phone calls and office visits, and only the ones she deems necessary are allowed through. She also helps me proofread my emails and letters before sending them out.
Cross-Rhoades Law has been immensely successful. I guess people, for the most part, cherish having a legal team with morals. We don't lie to people or try to gouge them out of their hard-earned money. We don't take accident cases unless the potential client knows we're not out to rape people for money to make our clients instantly rich. We recommend to our potential clients an appropriate amount of money given their situation and negotiate from there. If they outright want to make hundreds of thousands or millions just because the offending party can afford it, we politely decline to represent them.
So this is the point in the story where we meet Brittany. As I said before, I seldom venture out of my office except where necessary. I let Jules handle all the face-to-face interactions with the public. I know it sounds crazy, with me being a lawyer and all, but I just don't have any interest in interacting with people because they can be sly, conniving little foxes that only care about hurting other people for the sake of their own gain.
How does that work, you ask? Well, Jules takes the cases, and I work them, handing them off to Jules or one of our other lawyers on the team. We go over them via phone, and I coach them on the case and answer any questions they have. They take it from there, and we win about ninety percent of all the minor cases we handle. If it's Jules working the case, we work it together either in my office or hers. Very rarely do we handle a criminal case, but they do come through from time to time. I am adamantly against taking family law cases, however. I learned my lesson early on.
So, Jules and I have a system in place when we want to be with each other for more than just work. We get together two or three times a week for playtime, and about once a week, Jess and Ri come over, sometimes without Jules and sometimes separately. So Jules and I will send a simple [Help] text followed by a colored heart depending upon our mood. Yellow is gentle with cuddles. Red is passionate and loving. Blue is domination. Purple is shibari (rope play) and domination. Brown is anal. Black is full-on fucking like rabbits, and anything goes.
So, about two years ago now, Jules sent me a help text followed by a heart of every color of the rainbow. I'm instantly worried because she's never sent anything like this before. There's been times when she's sent a couple of different colors but never more than three. It's the middle of the day, and I'm supposed to make one of my rare appearances in court in an hour and a half, so I pick up the phone. Luckily, I have an excellent rapport with Judge McKinley and have his cell. The phone call went something like this:
"Hey, Judge, how are you today?" I asked.
"Kaden, you better not be trying to get out of coming to see me today," he replied.
I chuckled, embarrassed. "Yeah, sorry, your honor, but something just came up--a family emergency. Any way I can get a last-minute continuance? I'll owe you big time, sir," I told him.
He sighed, exasperated. "Goddammit, Kaden," he said. "You're lucky I like you, son. That's one of the two things going in your favor."
I groaned inwardly as I knew he was going to call in said favor. "And the other thing, sir?" I asked hesitantly.
"I just so happen to need a favor you can help me with, and you're not going to like it," he said.
I stiffened, knowing where this was going. "If it has anything to do with a family case, sir, then I'll see you at one," I told him flatly.
"Normally, I'd say something like, 'That's what I thought.' Kaden, but I really need you on this case. It involves my granddaughter, and Judge Holden is presiding over it," he told me.
"Well, shit," I said.
"Well, shit is right, son," he said. "Can I count on you?"
I sighed. "Yes sir, you can count on us," Jules said, coming into my office from the doorway to hers.
I looked up to see she's already naked with the evidence of her desire trickling down her inner thighs. She must be really worked up. "Good. And thank you, Miss Rhoades," Judge McKinley said. "I'll send you all the details, Kaden. Send Cookie an email with a formal continuance request, and I'll make sure it happens. Good luck, you two, and thanks a million."
"We'll make every effort to ensure she's taken care of, Your Honor," I said, looking at Jules with my heart pounding and drool dripping down my chin.
"See that you do, Kaden," he said. "See you in a couple of weeks."
I looked at Jules, confused. "A couple of weeks, sir?"
"I'll explain it to him, Your Honor," Jules said and hung up the phone.
I looked at her wide-eyed. "You just hung up on-"
"I need your cock in me, now," Jules said, almost demanding my consent as she knelt in front of my chair and roughly grabbed my belt to undo my pants. She had my limp cock out in record time, and before I can even process what's happening, she's swallowing it to the hilt.
It begins to respond, and she adjusts herself as it grows in her mouth, and she moans long and low in satisfaction. "Damn, girl," I growled in pleasure. "What's got you so worked up?"
She pulled my shaft out of her mouth long enough to say, "Fucking hot ass client," before swallowing me again, bobbing up and down on my now rock-hard shaft.
I chuckled playfully. "Fuck," I growled in pleasure. "You should have...invited her here, then."
She pulled off of me again. "Not a her," she said, stroking me while looking up at me.
"Oh," I said as she points my cock at her face and gives me the look while stroking it and licking the tip. I know that look, so I close my eyes and focus. A moment later, I'm cumming so hard that my fingers are digging into the sides of my chair. I open my eyes to see my cum all over her face and breasts. She's wiping herself clean and licking my semen off of her fingers. "So, what man has you so worked up you send me a combination of every heart color known to man?" I asked as she stands to go to the bathroom and clean herself.
She came back into the room a few minutes later and planted her sopping wet pussy on my still hard shaft as she said, "Jason Bourne look-a-like." She sinks down to the hilt and starts bouncing up and down as her hands grab hold of my shoulders to steady herself.
