There are no BBC sluts or white whores for black pimps or anything like that in this story. If that's what you're looking for, move on.
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My name is Sarah Pennington. I am twenty six years old. I stand five feet ten inches in my bare feet. I have bright auburn hair and green eyes. My weight stays around one hundred and fifty pounds. I wear a C cup bra. I'm in my last semester of law school.
I didn't date much in high school because of my height. Most of the boys were shorter than I was. The guys on the basketball team noticed me but I never dated them. They were just too full of themselves.
In college there was a bigger dating pool. I met a few guys that weren't intimidated by my height but none of them fired my rocket. I did date one guy during my freshman year. I had to go with tradition and lose my cherry. Our romance lasted about a month. He was a nice guy but I knew it would never blossom into anything special. We were more like friends with benefits. We parted friends. School was pretty intense and most of my time involved studying. I did date and occasionally fell into bed now and then with the nicer guys. There was never that spark I was looking for. Word got around that I could be had but it wasn't easy. I felt I could live with that.
I'm in the last three weeks of school. My last project is to write a complaint brief. It was a wrongful termination complaint. My professor had given me the supposed details of the case. I turned it in five days before the last day.
On the last day my professor calls me into his office. I sat and see a copy of my complaint laying on his desk.
"Hello, Sarah. You're probably wondering why I asked you here."
"Yes, sir. I hope my complaint wasn't that bad."
He chuckles.
"No. Quite the opposite. It is the best I've seen in a long while.".
I breathed a deep sigh of relief.
"There's something I want to do for you. I don't do it often. Just with some of my outstanding students. There is a former student of mine that has a very good practice. I called him and told him about you. I faxed him a copy our this paper you handed in. He wants to talk to you. I want you to call him and set up an appointment. It's up to you to land the job."
"Wow. I never expected this. What kind of law does he handle?"
"He's very diversified. I think everything except criminal law."
"Thank you, so much. I hope I can live up to your expectations."
"I'm confident you will. Now, get out of here and go set the world on fire."
He came around the desk and gave me a fatherly hug. I left feeling like I was on top of the world.
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My name is Eric Richards. I'm thirty two years old. I stand six feet four inches tall. My weight hovers around two hundred fifteen to two hundred twenty five pounds. I have a gym membership and attend three times a week. I'm proud and well endowed. At full hard my uncut cock measures eight and one half inches in length and seven inches in circumference.
After working for a couple of law firms in LA and Orange county I opened my own practice. My father helped by cashing in couple of CD's he had. It covered my start up expenses. It took a few years but I'm doing well. I have eight lawyers and twelve paralegals working for me as well as the normal office staff. They easily keep their billable hours up according to our business plan. My business grew quickly after I caught one huge case that got me the name, Rain Maker. It made the local news broadcasts and I was in demand. It was a wrongful death case against a swimming pool company. They installed the drain wrong. A young boy caught his swimming suit on a protruding screw and drowned. He was an only child and his mother had a hysterectomy after his birth. The contractors insurance company had the deep pockets. The payoff was in the seven figure range.
My college professor sends me a student from time to time. I hired all of the ones he sent. Two days ago I got a fax from him. The cover letter suggested that I meet and consider this graduate for employment. He gave her high praise.
A week later my secretary buzzed me.
"Yes, Emily."
"Sarah Pennington just called. Remember? She's the one Professor Berkowitz recommended. She'll be here tomorrow at eleven."
"Thank you, Emily."
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I pushed the number six in the elevator. The car lurched and up I went. The door opened into a front office. A beautiful blonde was sitting behind a desk stuffing envelopes. She was definitely front office material. She looked up and smiled.
"Hello. I'm Sarah Pennington. I have an appointment with Eric Richards."
"Hello, Sarah. I'm Emily. We're expecting you. This way please."
She led me to his office. I walked in and saw him sitting behind a large desk. He stood up and up and up. He was tall and handsome. His skin was the color of dark chocolate. He smiled and I was surprised I didn't suffer from radiations burns. His male presence was so strong the feeling of being a woman swept over me.
"Hello, Ms. Pennington. Please come in."
"Hello, Mr. Richards. Thank you."
He pointed to a leather chair.
"Please, sit down. Let's get started."
"Thank you."
"First of all, please call me Eric."
"Then you can call me Sarah."
He glanced at this watch.
"It's almost lunch time. Let's go get something to eat and get acquainted."
On our way out he told Emily that we would be across the street at The Kitchen.
The hostess led us to a table in the back, picked up a reserved sign and seated us. We picked up the menus and the waitress took our order.
"Eric, I'm a little nervous. This is my first interview. Please bear with me."
"Let me calm your nerves. You're hired. How's that."
"Oh my. I didn't expect that."
"Professor Berkowitz recommended you and that's good enough for me. We read the complaint you wrote for him. We were impressed. You'll be on probation for ninety days. We'll pay you five thousand a month for that period. You need to get ready to take the bar exam. When you pass we will talk about a contract."
'I don't know quite what to say. This is all so sudden."
"Just relax and let's enjoy lunch."
We ate our lunch and chatted about what I would be doing, but mostly about our Professor and school. He also asked when I intended to take the bar exam. I explained that I hadn't planned that far ahead. After lunch he took me around their offices and introduced me to every one. One of the paralegals showed me the computer system.
I started by searching online for courses to help with the bar exam. I found two and bought the material. For the next month I spend most evenings studying. With some help from Eric I jumped through all the hoops and finally passed. A week later I sat down with Eric and we went over the contract he offered. It was a good deal with a nice signing bonus. I signed on the dotted line.
I was feeling pretty good about myself. Eric saw that I was on a high. He suggested we go our to dinner and dancing to celebrate. Of course I accepted.
I woke up Saturday morning feeling good. I had to smile at myself as the thought ran through my mind. "Sarah Pennington, Attorney at Law". I giggled and went to make my morning coffee. As I sat drinking my coffee I started thinking about my dinner date with Eric. I wondered what he was up to. Was this just a celebration of my passing the bar exam or was he planning on a romantic evening? I had no way of telling. He had always been completely professional in the past. Maybe he decided this was a good time to make a move on me. I wasn't against it. He was certainly a handsome and successful man. His personality was nice and he always treated everyone with candor and respect. He had never asked any questions about my personal life at all. I was stumped. I finished my coffee and started messing around the house. Laundry, cleaning, etc. At noon I was finished and sat down to lunch. I decided to find out his intentions using my feminine wiles.
I went to my bedroom and opened the closet. Time to pick out my clothes for the evening.
I decided on green to offset my red hair. I had several with shoes and a bag to match. I picked out a lime green number with spaghetti straps that came up to mid thigh. No bra, of course. If this didn't get his attention I would know. One thing I liked about going out with him. I could wear my four inch heels. Guys like the no bra and accentuated calf muscles look. A black thong and black thigh high hose would finish it off. I tried on different outfits finally going back to the first one I pulled out.
I got a little twinge in my pussy thinking about him ripping my dress off and taking me. Then it dawned on me. I wondered what it would look like with my white hand caressing his strong manly chest. A shiver went through me. The more I thought about it the more sensuous my thoughts became. I closed my eyes and imagined my white hands guiding his big black cock into my pussy. A shiver went through me with the visual in my mind.
I snapped back to reality. What if he has a girlfriend and isn't interested in me. What if he isn't into dating white women. Maybe it really is just a celebration. I realized I was overthinking this and let it go.
Eric was going to pick me up at six so I started getting ready just before five. First on the list was a bath. The big B. Bubble bath with lemon scented oil. I slid my naked body in and laid back. Heaven. I finally came around and actually washed up. Blow dry the hair. Into the bedroom for light make up. Just enough. I didn't want to look like a hooker. Dressed and ready at five forty five. I had a little case of nerves going but nothing I couldn't handle. First dates are always that way. I stood before my full length mirror and nodded in satisfaction. If this didn't work her was either a monk or had a girl.
Promptly at six the doorbell rang. One quick glance in the mirror and I opened the door. He stood there in a dark blue blazer, black pants and an light blue shirt.
"Hi Eric. Come in."
He just stood there looking at me. His jaw dropped a little. His eyes moved up and down my body.
"I know where you eyes are. I'll be there in just a minute."
We both laughed and he stepped in. He took me in his arms and kissed me on the forehead.
"Hi, Sarah. You look lovely this evening."
"Thank you. You're quite handsome yourself. Let me get my bag and I'll be ready."
I grabbed my bag and locked up. I took his arm and like a true gentleman he was. He escorted me to the passenger side and opened the door. As I got in I flashed a little leg at the top of my hose for him. I didn't check but I knew he looked. He was a man, after all.
I didn't pay much attention to his car till her started it. The exhaust system rumbled.
"What kind of car is this, Eric?"
"It's a Camaro ZL1 with a tuned exhaust. Sorry. Sometimes it kinda loud."
"It's ok. It just kind of surprised me."
"I guess I do tend to spoil myself."
"Where are we eating tonight?"
"I made reservations at Ramon's. It's one of my favorites."
"I don't know that one."
'I hope you like it. They have a nice menu. You should be able to find something you like."
"I'm sure I will. I'm not that picky."
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I noticed Eric slipped the host a twenty as we walked in. He took us to a nice table in the back. The wine steward appeared and Eric asked him to wait till we ordered. I ordered a salmon dish and Eric ordered the prime rib. The wine steward appeared and Eric ordered a white Zinfandel for me and a claret for himself.
The food was more than delicious. It was superb.
"I see why this is your favorite. That Salmon was wonderful."
"There are a couple of other places you might like. Maybe I can show them to you."
