This story suggestion came in from a reader. She wanted a story written about her and, thanks to her inspiration and sexy vision, I was able to write it. Rhonda, I hope you enjoy the story!
Rhonda was an accomplished lawyer. She'd hobnobbed with two governors in the last week alone and just signed two first round NFL draft picks and an NBA all-star to very lucrative deals for her firm. She liked telling people that because it left them with the impression that her work was glamorous and amazing. And while there were weeks like this one, more often than not it was long hours culling over insanely dull paperwork while getting berated by asshole agents who think all of their clients are the next LeBron James.
But still... weeks like this helped. They helped her forget about her crumbling marriage. Rhonda had been married for five years. Two good ones and three bad ones. A lot of that was her husband's fault. He'd been a different person when they were dating and first married. Kind and considerate. He'd pursued her zealously and she'd enjoyed the chase. When he'd asked her to marry him, she'd felt that nervous heart flutter you're supposed to feel. When they walked down the aisle, she'd beamed with pride. When they'd finished their honeymoon she'd reveled in being sore in all the best ways.
As the humdrum of married life had ticked on, they'd increasingly grown apart. Some of that was Rhonda's job. Some of that was Hank's dwindling romance. But a big part. A growing part. Probably now the largest part was Rhonda's shifting interest.
Rhonda had always considered herself to be a proud black woman. Yes, it's cliche to say. But she was proud of the fact that she'd put herself through law school. And at a damn fine law school too, thank you very much. UVA wasn't Ivy League but it was damn close and she was proud of that degree hanging from her wall. She was proud of clawing her way up through the ranks in a pretty cutthroat, male dominated business. Being a sports lawyer was hard work for anyone. It was especially difficult for a woman. And a black woman no less.
And she had been proud that she'd married a strong black man. But there'd always been this little something missing. She'd noticed it when she got back from her honeymoon. Some hotshot lawyer for the Dolphins had made a pass at her. She politely turned it down and he'd been smart enough to take the hint. But the reaction it had on her was profound. She thought it was just the sexy afterglow from the honeymoon and the natural flattery that comes along with being desired by a member of the opposite sex. But as she lay awake at night reliving the moment, hands in her panties as she quietly got herself off while her new husband snored next to her, she eventually realized why it had really gotten to her. It was because he was white.
That was a hard admission for her at first. It went against her upbringing and culture. But she couldn't let go of the idea. Every time she saw a shirtless athlete at training camp, she imagined him on top of her, holding her wrists as he took what he wanted from her. When she negotiated with a well dressed lawyer at her office, she couldn't help but picture being bent over that desk and plundered without mercy. What really got her going was the confidence that these powerful men exuded. Some of the younger guys were hot but it was the slightly older gentlemen that really did it for her. A 50 year old white guy who kept himself in shape and had a little grey in his hair? Yes please!
And as her interest in other men waxed, so did her interest in her husband wane. There was nothing wrong with Hank. He was... fine. But Rhonda wanted more than fine. She wanted those toe curling orgasms she used to have with him. The problem was, she just couldn't get into it. And he'd taken that subtle lack of interest from her and he'd escalated it in a dozen little ways. Rhonda wanted to make it work but it shouldn't be this hard. This unrewarding.
All of these thoughts and more ran through her mind as she swung her legs out of her car in the parking garage. "Damn I look fine," she said as she caught a glimpse of herself in the car window. She enjoyed dressing sexy. Her big tits encased tightly in a form fitting dress. Her long, strong sexy legs being shown off by the too-high hemline. Some would say she dressed too sexy for a lawyer. And on the very rare occasions she'd gone into court, she'd toned it down. But as an entertainment lawyer, her job was more about schmoozing clients and writing contracts. And let's be honest, it's not a longshot to say that a hotshot 20 year old kid might be influenced by a flash of cleavage and a glimpse of thigh.
She walked through the parking deck, still lost in her own thoughts as her four inch heels echoed in the cold, empty parking deck. She was glad she'd worn a jacket as the temperature had already shifted and the deck at work had this tendency to suck any warmth out of the surrounding air. Suddenly, she heard a cough and her head whipped around. There was a pile of trash in the corner that she saw rustle. She saw a foot twitch in the pile and she called out, "Hello?"
A dirty head popped up with a pained, miserable look on his face. Rhonda's heart went out to the man. His bare arm showed he was only wearing a T-shirt. "He has to be freezing," she thought. "I'm Rhonda... are you okay?" she asked.
"No... Lost my job and my landlord kicked me out," he said.
Rhonda frowned, "They're not supposed to be evicting people right now," she said.
"He made up some bullshit about me being too noisy," he said though there was no venom in his voice. Just defeat. "I came home and the locks were changed and he told me he sold my shit to pay for the back rent."
"Look... uhmm...," Rhonda paused, realizing she didn't know the man's name.
"Tim," he said.
"Tim... I'm a lawyer and I'm really not supposed to do this but here's my card. Come up to my office after work tonight. We can start the paperwork against your landlord and let's see about getting you into a shelter, okay?"
He nodded, taking her card. His hands looked strong and calloused and Rhonda felt the briefest stirring of an attraction. He'd have been cute if he got cleaned up. He clutched the card like a lifeline, holding it tight in his dirty hands. Suddenly, a cold gust of wind ripped through the parking deck just right. It was like a wind tunnel and the icy air took Rhonda's breath away. Tim scurried close to the grey stone concrete, trying to find protection from the wind.
Rhonda looked at the man again then glanced over at her office. It really wasn't that far. She could order lunch in and maybe it would warm up today. Making an impulsive, probably ill-considered decision, Rhonda pulled off her jacket. The young man's eyes bugged out though Rhonda wasn't sure if it was her revealing top or the offer of the jacket that caused the reaction. Both she hoped. He took the offered white jacket without shame or reservation, clutching it close and putting it across his body. It wasn't a thick garment but it was enough to provide him a bit of relief. "There's a twenty in the breast pocket, Tim. Buy yourself some lunch, okay. And I'll see you tonight?"
He nodded and whispered, "Thank you."
Rhonda nodded in return and headed straight to her office, walking briskly in the cool air. She flashed her badge to get into the building, enjoying the security guards wide eyed stare at her chest that was threatening to burst from her dress. The jacket had been the one thing separating the beige dress from being a slinky cocktail dress. Now she looked like she was going out for a date more than going into work. It didn't help that the thin material and cold air had combined to make her nipples fully hard as well. "Let him enjoy the view," she thought magnanimously.
Rhonda's first meeting of the day was with some young, dumb kid. Pretty typical. She spent thirty minutes pitching the benefits of her firm. He spent 29 minutes staring at her chest and, at most, 60 seconds counting dollar signs in his head.
She sighed, looking down at her notes before looking back up at the kid across the table. "Okay, Jamal. You sign here and you're the newest client of Rogers & Straub."
"And you're going to make sure I go first round."
She closed her eyes, praying for just a little bit of Job's patience. "We're going to do everything we can so long as YOU do everything YOU can, got it?"
