Things were going well at the law firm. I had been winning most of my cases and was getting a reputation around the local courts as "a force to be reckoned with" as one of the senior partners put it.
"In fact," he told me one day, "you keep going like this you could even be a judge some day."
"Really?" I asked.
"Why not? But in the mean time I need you to go to Chicago again for the Davidson case. Rumor has it that the defense has a surprise witness they're going to present and we need to find out if Ted knows who it could be."
I wasn't too thrilled with the idea until I remembered the last time I was there. Will. I hid my excitement at the thought.
I had held on to our e-mails. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe as a souvenir of our encounter. When the date I was going to be there had been confirmed I pulled up the last one and sent him a reply:
"Hey. I'll be in town again the 19th and 20th. You interested in getting together again?"
My hands were shaking as I hit "SEND". Would he reply? Did I even really want him to? A couple of days later I received a response:
"I think I can arrange to be free that night. Send me your motel info as soon as you get it."
"Will do," I excitedly answered. As I stood to go I glanced down at my crotch. Great, I thought. Am I going to be hard for the next week?
*****
There was a knock at the door. I practically leapt from the bed and looked through the peephole.
"Hi. Come on in."
"Hey. I was really surprised to hear from you again."
"Hopefully pleasantly."
"Definitely."
We sat and chatted for a while. Kind of caught up on things. I think just getting more relaxed with other. Which was weird. We both knew the reason we were there. It's not like we were on a date and hoping we would get lucky.
"Well," I finally said. "What did you have in mind for tonight."
"Actually, I thought we might try something a little different. My wife likes it a little but mostly does it because it really turns me on."
"Maybe. What is it?"
He stood up and looked around the room. After a few seconds his eyes fell on a picture on the wall. It was a generic looking seascape that was probably in every room in the motel.
"Let's just say your safe word is 'lighthouse'".
"Safe word? I don't know about this."
"Don't worry, it's not really all that different from last time. Besides," he said, standing. "You wouldn't need to worry if you hadn't scratched my car."
I was confused. "Scratched your car?"
"Yeah. It's going to cost $500.00 to get it fixed."
"$500.00? But I don't have that kind of money"
"Well you're going to have to figure out something. I'm not going to pay for it myself."
"But I can't. I don't have any money."
"I suppose there is an agreement we could work out."
I acted relieved. "Sure. Anything. What is it?"
"Well," he said, unzipping his pants, "there's a girl I know who charges $100.00 for a blow job. I figure five should pretty much cover it."
"But I've never done anything like that. I couldn't."
"I don't really think you have a choice." He pulled out his cock. "The sooner you get started, and the better you do, the sooner it will be over with. Now get over here and get on your knees."
Once I was in position he pulled my head towards his crotch.
"Now open wide."
I resisted. But not much. "No. Please don't do this to me."
"Quit whining, you little bitch. You're only going to make this take longer."
I opened my mouth and he pressed his cock in.
"That's it. Now start sucking."
I slowly moved my head up and down on his hard shaft.
"That's it. Suck my dick. That's it. See, that's not so bad. You might even learn to like it if I let you do it enough."
"No. Please stop. Please don't make me do this."
"Shut the fuck up."
As I knelt there with his big cock in my mouth, it was all I could do to keep from grabbing my own. I tried to keep in character. Resisting when I could and muttering the occasional "Stop" or "Don't do this" but I don't know how convincing I sounded. By the way he was responding I must have been doing pretty good.
Once I tried dragging my teeth along the shaft like I did the last time we were together. He seemed to like it then but he moved wrong this time and something caught.
"Ow! What was that?"
He pulled out of my mouth and examined himself for any damage.
"Did you try and bite me, you fucking cunt?"
"No."
He hit me with his cock. Hard. In fact, it actually did hurt some.
"I think you did."