From Famine To Feast Ch 27

Chapter 27: Applying Myself

All week long, I tried to apply myself at work, but I struggled to maintain focus. I wanted to do a really good job at all the tasks I was assigned in order to impress Phil prior to our meeting at the end of the week, but he hardly paid any attention to me at all. The few times he did say something to me, I was polite and professional, but I also tried to be warm and friendly. He, however, didn't convey any personal connection at all. I yearned for some human interaction with him, but perhaps his aloofness was a blessing in disguise, because, truth be told, I wasn't able to be as driven and successful as I usually was. Despite my best efforts, my mind was elsewhere. I was daydreaming about my escapade with Ted and Alexis at Amuse, strategizing how to make the meeting go well with Phil on Friday afternoon, or trying to decipher seemingly random cryptic texts from Lance.

"Have you picked out your wardrobe for tomorrow?" I tried not to check my phone too often at work, but my distractibility got the better of me. It was Lance.

"Yes," I wrote back.

"And? How will you present yourself to him?"

"Alexis helped me pick out a cute outfit from Amuse."

"You have a coat for him to remove?"

"Yes, I borrowed a coat."

"What will removal reveal underneath?"

"I thought I'd wear a nice white blouse and a navy pencil skirt."

"No."

"What?"

"You will wear neither."

"What should I wear then?"

"Wear your sexiest bra and panties."

"And what else?"

"And heels. Nothing else. Promise."

"Yes, sir. I promise."

"Good girl." Even via text message, Lance's dominance elicited a flutter in my heart. It wasn't love, though I did like him a lot as a friend and as a lover. Rather, it was his assertive way of preparing me for sexy experiences. It was his commanding expectation that I would enjoy pleasing him and others. It was his confidence that he knew what I wanted. And, honestly, it was also his cockiness and certainty that I would comply and enjoy doing so. I was reluctant to admit this out loud to anyone beside Alexis for fear of being judged, but this is what attracted me to Lance, and maybe to other men with similar tendencies, like Phil.

On Friday morning, I put on my new bra and panty set and covered it with the coat that Alexis let me borrow from Amuse. On my way out the door, Alexis stopped me.

"Wait! Let me look at you first." Her eyes roamed up and down my body. "Do a little spin, for me. Very nice. You look elegant, yet..." She got really close and pulled the V of the jacket out and peered inside. "...sexy. Perfect. Elegant yet sexy should elicit the best response from your boss, as long as he can focus on your future instead of what you're wearing in the present. Now go!" She spun me around, swatted my butt, causing me to yelp, and pushed me out the door.

I was nervous all day long. A few colleagues asked me if I was hot or if I was going to remove my coat and make myself comfortable. I deflected as best I could, but I felt like everyone could tell that I was up to something surreptitious. I felt exposed and vulnerable. Could they tell I was practically naked underneath my coat? Did they know what I was up to? It turned me on a little to act so risky in public. My heart was racing by the time five o'clock finally arrived and people started to pack up and head home. A few people asked me if I was leaving too, but I told them I just had a few things to finish up before the weekend started.

When I was fairly certain that everyone had gone except for Phil and I, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror. Besides looking a little nervous, I thought I appeared pretty appealing—presentable, but also attractive. Then, I made a quick sweep of the office to make sure everyone was gone. When the coast seemed clear, I walked to the conference room. I stood before the heavy wooden door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Tucker? It's me, sir. Layla."

The door swung open. The lights were dimmed. Phil stood in the doorway. "Layla, please come in." He stepped to the side, and I entered the room, my eyes slowly adjusting to the low lighting. I turned to face him.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, sir. I'm not sure if Lance informed you, but I wanted to talk to you about my future. I was hoping that you could advise me on some big decisions I'm considering."

"Of course. Happy to counsel you. That's what counselors are for, after all."

"Thank you, sir. I am thinking of applying to law school, and would appreciate some assistance."

"I think we can help you with that. Let's consider the options. Here, let me help you with your coat." I inhaled deeply, wondering if we should talk first or if I was totally misreading the situation. I froze. "Turn around and allow me to remove that for you." He spun me around so that my back was to him and the door. I unfastened the three buttons in the front, and allowed him to slide the coat off my shoulders. As he held my coat in his hands, I stood in nothing but my fancy new lingerie with my eyes closed waiting nervously for his reaction. There was an uncomfortably long pause.

Finally, he spoke. "Quite lovely. Don't you agree?"

"I certainly do." It was the voice of another man.

I gasped and my eyes opened wide. There, in a high-backed chair at the other end of a long, oval conference table, sat a man I had never seen before, wearing a pin-striped suit and a pleased smirk on his face.

I shrieked and tried to cover up. "Oh my god, oh my god!" I turned to get my coat, but Phil grabbed my shoulders and held me tightly in place. "Oh my god! I didn't know there was anyone else here. I thought everyone had gone. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. That was so inappropriate. Let me get my coat and go." I was babbling frantically.

"Layla. Layla!" Phil raised his voice at me to snap me out of my panic and get me to heed him. "Listen to me. I want you to stand up straight and present yourself to our guest."

"Please let me put on my coat. I didn't know you were meeting with a client. I'll just leave. I'm so sorry."

"Layla, you'll do no such thing. You'll stay right here with us, wearing exactly what you are wearing. Lance told you what to wear and you will wear it. He also told me what you wanted to discuss. And we are prepared to discuss it with you. That is why we are here. Now, be polite and turn around so I can introduce you to a friend of mine." He spun me around so that I faced the man at the other end of the room. "Layla, I'd like you to meet Dean Wilson. Randy, I'd like you to get to know my assistant, Layla."

He rose from the chair and walked around the table to stand in front of me. He looked me up and down, smiled, and held out his hand. I tentatively shook his large hand. "Nice to meet you, sir," I murmured.

"The pleasure, I assure you, is all mine." He smiled. "But I detect consternation. What is it?"

"Um, sorry, Mr. Wilson, but is your first name Dean or Randy? Mr. Tucker used both names when he introduced you."

"Ah. Randall is my first name. Dean is my title."

"And your last name is 'Wilson'?" He nodded. "As in Tucker and Wilson? The law firm?" He nodded again.

"Randy is the dean of the law school where we both studied for the bar many years ago. The firm is named after both of us, though his position in the firm is now mostly emeritus since taking the position at the law school. I invited him here to interview you."

"So, you're not mad that I want to go to law school?" I asked Phil.

"Not at all. In fact, I'm proud to play a role in your professional trajectory."

"Even if it means me having to quit my job?"

"It could also mean hiring you back in three years as a lawyer."

"Really? That would be a dream come true!"

"But I can't hire you as a lawyer until after you graduate from law school, and you can't graduate from law school until you get into law school, and you can't get into law school until you interview. And that is what we intend to do now."

"Wait! Interview me? Now? Like this? I'm definitely not prepared for an interview." I gestured at my attire.

"On the contrary. You are most certainly dressed for success. Randy, you see, is not only a former law school classmate, and a former colleague here at this firm, but also, and more germane, he is a member of Club X."

"And as such, I can assure you that you are dressed very appropriately for this particular interview." Randy grinned at me lasciviously.

"Really? Oh my god. I am so relieved. I thought I was going to be fired from my job and my future plans would be screwed."

Phil laughed. "Oh, you should still plan to be screwed in the future, alright. Now shall we get this interview underway?" Randy nodded. "I think Dean Wilson would like to hear you plead your case for admittance."

"Oh, okay. I wasn't prepared for this, but I'll do my best. Let's see, I think I would make a strong candidate."

"We receive a lot of applications from strong candidates," he replied curtly.

"I'm a very good student and a fast learner. I had a GPA of almost 4.0 as an undergrad." I was getting increasingly nervous.

"Almost all of our applicants have high GPAs."

"I work very hard. Mr. Tucker can attest to that." I looked at Phil for confirmation. He said nothing.

"What makes you stand out? What makes you different? What do you have to offer that other applicants don't?" Mr. Wilson demanded.

I drew a blank. "As I said earlier, I wasn't prepared for an interview today."

"Yes, you are," said Phil. "You prepared perfectly. You're just not aware of how you prepared. Tell him what you did to get ready for our meeting this evening."

"This meeting? Well, I talked to my friends Alexis and Lance. They gave me advice about what to wear and then I went shopping for clothes..." I looked down at the underwear I was wearing and blushed.

"Now you're on the right track," Phil assured me.

"I spent a lot of time imagining how it would go and what you would think about me, what you would want from me."

"Exactly. And what did you think I would want from you?"

I blushed again. "Well, honestly, I thought you would want to, uh, 'play' with me. That's why I wore this." I gestured at my attire, or lack thereof.

"And, if this meeting went how you thought it would go, do you think that would have persuaded me?"

"Yes, I thought it might work. But that was before I knew that Mr. Wilson was here."

"And now you must persuade two of us. Do you think that what might persuade me might also persuade him?" He raised his eyebrows at me.

I caught on. "Do you mean...?"

"Don't attempt to win your case by

telling

him how your candidacy differs from the other applicants. Rather, persuade him by

showing

him what you have to offer."

I looked from Phil to Mr. Wilson. He nodded in affirmation. I looked back at Phil. He bent to my ear and whispered. "You've shown me what you have to offer and I gave you an apartment, paid your club dues, and offered you a job. If you show the Dean what you can do, it just might get you what you want—acceptance." I nodded in understanding. "Now go show him what you can do." He nudged me from behind.

Suddenly, it clicked. Everything made sense. "Yes, sir. I will." My understanding of the situation changed my demeanor. In an instance, I shed off my uncertain, nervous, babbling applicant self and transformed into an ambitious and confident sexual being. I stood up straight, and stepped forward out of Phil's protective harbor. I stood in front of Mr. Wilson. I put my hands on my hips and thrust my chest forward. "Dean Wilson?"

"Yes?"

"You have some things that I want. And I'm going to show you why you're going to give me what I want."

"What do you want?"

I strode toward him, exaggerating the wiggle in my hips. I stopped directly in front of him and tilted my head. I played with his tie, rolling it up around my finger and then pulled it toward me until his face was inches from my own. I stared him in the eyes and puckered my lips. In response, he puckered his lips, preparing to receive a kiss from me. But I was just building his desire, teasing him, playing with his anticipation. I let go of his tie and pushed his chest back so he was standing upright. I walked behind him, tracing my hand across his chest. I stood up on my tippy toes so that my mouth was next to his ear. "Do you really want me to tell you what I want from you?"

"Yes." His voice sounded less confident. Control was rapidly shifting from the men to me.

I switched sides and whispered in his other ear. "I will tell you what I want." I licked his earlobe. "And I will show you what I want." I slid my hands around his waist until my fingers found his belt buckle. I began to unbuckle it slowly. "I want you..." I paused for dramatic effect. "to let me play with you." I unfastened the clasp on his pants. "I want to find out what is in your confidential file." I pulled down his zipper. "I want to know how strong of an argument you have." I pulled his fly open. "I want to feel how powerful of a case you can make." He groaned and exhaled deeply. "I want to bang your gavel."

"Damn." His voice cracked. His body quivered. I realized in that moment, that unlike Phil and Lance, Randy had a different personality. Despite his obvious success and high position, he was not dominant when it came to sex. In fact, I realized he was just the opposite. He wanted me to dominate him. He wanted to surrender to me and follow my orders. He wanted me to make the rules and orchestrate the scene. I was happy to do so.

"Dean Wilson?"

"Yes," he croaked.

"Will you give me what I want?"

"Yes."

I slid my fingers inside the fly of his boxer briefs and found his chubby cock. It was short but girthy. I wrapped my hand around it and sighed. "Dean Wilson?"

"Yes?"

"I'm feeling Randy," I said, chuckling. I started to stroke him slowly, feeling him grow as I pulled my hand up and down. "May I call you Randy?"

"Yes, when we're in private."

I walked around in front of him. "Oh, do you think we'll be in private often?"

"I sure hope so." He was breathing hard.

I knelt down and pulled his pants down to his ankles. I looked up at him, making intense eye contact. I pulled his underwear down too. His cock stuck out straight, aiming right at my mouth. I ran my hands up his thighs, toward his crotch. "Do you think we'll be in the privacy of your office at the law school?"

"Yes. I could tell my secretary to not allow any interruptions and to hold my calls." His breathing was labored.

I put my hand on the base of his cock and leaned forward, still maintaining eye contact. His dick twitched in my hand.

"So, are you saying that I might be meeting with you in your office behind locked doors?"

"That could be scheduled."

"Do students usually meet with the dean in his office?"

"Not usually, but sometimes."

I licked my lips. "Is that what you want? You want to meet with me?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to know what I want?"

"Yes."

"First, if I'm going to be on the campus of your law school, then I want to be there because I am a student at your law school. I want you to promise that I will be admitted. Can you promise me that?" I squeezed his dick hard to get his attention.

He grunted. "Yes. I promise."

"Thank you, Dean Wilson." I smiled. "The second thing I want is this." I opened my mouth as wide as I could and enveloped his entire cock in my wet orifice. He groaned in satisfaction. I noisily slurped, dragging my tongue and lips all the way back off his dick. "May I have this too?" He nodded. "Thank you, Randy. You're very generous." I opened my mouth and resumed sucking him, bobbing up and down, slowly increasing my pace. Soon, he was completely erect. After a while, my jaw started to get sore because he was so girthy that my mouth had to be opened as wide as I could manage. I stood up in front of him and stroked him with my hand. "Dean Wilson?"

"Yes?" he breathed.

"Do you like what I'm wearing?"

"Very much so."

"Thank you. I picked it out especially for this occasion."

"It's very nice. Very sexy.

"I'm glad you like it. But there's something else I want."

"What's that?"

"I want you to take it off me." He smiled and reached around my back. He found the clasp and unhooked it. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and slid the straps down my arms. I let go of his dick so the bra would slide over my hand. I grabbed it and, without looking, flung it over at Phil. Randy stared at my tits for a moment of appreciation. I allowed him to take in the sight for a while and then I cleared my throat. He looked up at my eyes. I nodded toward my panties. "You're not finished, Dean Wilson."

"Oh yes, of course." He bent down in front of me and his dick slid out of my hand. He pulled down my panties. I assisted him by shimmying my hips. When they were at my ankles, I placed my hands on his head to balance, and stepped out of them. He remained squatting in front of me, his face even with my crotch.

"Dean Wilson, there's something else I want." He looked up at me, expectantly. I stepped to the side with each leg, spreading myself open in front of him. "I want you to eat my pussy." He smiled, looked directly at my vulva, and leaned in to kiss my labia. "Ooh," I sighed. He began to lick me gently, up and down my slit, gradually increasing both his rhythm and enthusiasm.

I looked over at Phil. He had remained standing in the same place. The only thing that had changed was a devious grin on his face and a noticeable bulge in his pants. I pointed down at Randy, and mouthed "I like him!" Phil nodded. I beckoned him over. He came over and stood next to me. With one hand, I pulled his neck down to kiss him. He greeted me with enthusiasm, opening his mouth and inserting his tongue inside. As we made out, I used my other hand to unbuckle his belt, unhook his slacks, and yank down his zipper. I found his hard cock and grasped it, causing both of us to moan into each other's mouths. I was so turned on by Randy's cunnilingual skills that I started jerking Phil at a rapid pace.

After a while of having both sets of lips licked, I was so turned on that I felt an orgasm building. I pushed Phil away from me. "I want more!" I demanded. I pushed Randy's head away from my clit. "I want more," I repeated.

"What else could you possibly want?" whimpered Randy.

"I want you both to fuck me." I climbed up on the conference table and laid on my back. I want one of you to fuck my pussy and the other to fuck my face." They looked at each other and smiled. "Now!" I yelled at them. They both scrambled up on the table. Phil knelt between my legs. Randy knelt at the side of my head. "You may be big shots in the legal world, but right now all I care about is you two giving me your big shots. Fuck me, now!"

Phil grabbed his hard dick and lined it up at my entrance. Randy grabbed his cock with one hand and the back of my head with the other. He tilted my head toward his erection. He eased it into my open mouth. As I closed my eyes I felt Phil's member push into my labia, which slowly parted and gave way as he stretched me open. I whimpered at the pleasure of being penetrated at both ends of my body simultaneously. Almost as if they had rehearsed it, they pushed all the way in, paused, and then pulled all the way out in a coordinated motion. I gasped. "Oh fuck, yes." Then, they pushed back inside and began to stroke in and out slowly. I was breathing hard through my nostrils as Randy filled my mouth with his cock.

Soon, their rhythm increased and I felt that delicious upwelling feeling deep inside. I reached down and began to play with my clit, moaning as loud as my stuffed mouth would allow. Both Phil and Randy were grunting each time they thrust into me. I loved the feeling of being used by these powerful men at the same time. Randy was grasping my ponytail in his fist and was fucking my face vigorously. Though he wasn't long enough to go down my throat, I was still gagging at his girth and slobbering on his shaft. Saliva dripped down my chin and cheek. My eyes were watering and I was hyperventilating.