Despite her best efforts Shanda capitulated to Grayson's advances. In the beginning she told herself each time would be the last but every time he presented his cock she fell to her knees, driven by an inexplicable need to service him. The moment she felt the texture of his flesh on her tongue it was like she went into a trance like state where nothing else mattered but the sound of his moans and the thrust of his hips as he buried his thick pole down her throat.
He would ask her questions in these moments when her mind was clouded with lust. The questions didn't require an answer as her body betrayed her but he would demand them just the same. She discovered that she had no limits when it came to pleasing him. In fact, she realized that her pleasure was bound to ensuring that she fulfilled his desires. What he demanded, she gave and loved doing so. There wasn't a part of his body that her tongue hadn't explored or that she wouldn't beg to taste again. With anyone else she might have been ashamed of her wanton behavior but Grayson would hold her lovingly, kiss her on her lips, and call her his beautiful whore while cuddling her against him. She treasured his acceptance of her even as she struggled to accept the changes in herself.
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Shanda met Cassidy while moonlighting at the firm to earn extra money to help with her kid's college expenses. Met may have been overreaching a bit. She was introduced to her as a new consultant. Cassidy for her part, barely bothered to nod in Shanda's direction which was the extent of their interaction. Shanda didn't take it personally. At Piper & Marx, Cassidy Cosgrove was a rock star. She was an apex predator at the top of the food chain and Shanda was a guppy. Cassidy was a hot shot attorney at the top of her game. Everyone described her as a demon in the courtroom because she could sniff out a lie in a heartbeat. That, along with her skills at cross examination made for a flawless conviction rate.
Shanda, like most of the staff at Piper & Marx was completely in awe of Ms. Cosgrove, in fact she was probably one of her biggest fans. There were so many things about her that she found impressive. Cassidy couldn't have been more than 40 years old and had already achieved the rank of full partner which was almost unheard of at her age. She was beyond beautiful with gorgeous caramel skin and long thick wavy hair. She was a perfect balance of beauty and brains, a fact Shanda was sure she was aware of.
The fact that Ms. Cosgrove had made a name for herself in a male dominated field and from the looks of it she didn't do it on her back was another reason Shanda admired her. She was a black woman who hadn't come from a pedigreed background, but when she walked into a room she commanded attention and respect. As much as Shanda admired Cassidy, she found her intimidating as hell. Cassidy, largely due to resting bitch face, came off as somewhat cold and unapproachable. Though Shanda had been working with the firm for the last two years she had never had the opportunity to work with Cassidy. She considered herself lucky since she'd probably make a babbling fool of herself if she did.
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Cassidy walked in the office a picture of polished, coiffed confidence. She looked poised to appear in a photo shoot rather than sit in an office for most of the day. She paid a personal stylist handsomely to make sure that her style was always on point and impeccable. As a black woman in the business world, she had to know her shit and look the part to be taken seriously. Cassidy entered the elevator heading to her 6th floor corner office. The doors almost close when a hand reaches in to stop it. Cassidy would have recognized that dainty little hand anywhere. That hand belongs to Shanda Carson. Shanda entered the elevator mumbling a shy hello to which Cassidy inclined her head in response. Unbeknownst to Shanda, she was the object of all Cassidy's most secret fantasies.
It wasn't front page news in the office but Cassidy was bisexual. Most of her colleagues assumed she was gay because she systematically and repeatedly dismissed the advances of her male colleagues no matter how hot or successful they were. Truthfully, she would not have been immune if the right chocolate brother were to come along wanting to lay some pipe. But brothers in her economic playing field weren't exactly plentiful. And sadly, when most reached her economic level, sisters weren't usually what they were looking for.
Cassidy didn't mind too much as she did have a special love of pussy. And from a professional standpoint her preference for women actually worked in her favor. Cassidy's assumed sexual preference put her in a unique position. Her presumed "gayness" allowed her to turn down the advances of men without being seen as a bitch and she also didn't have to worry about losing her standing amongst her peers by falling on some office dick. Not that there was any at Piper & Marx that she was particularly interested in falling on.
Cassidy sat in her office thinking about Shanda after every single short encounter. Shanda intrigued her. Cassidy found her meekness and timidity alluring, though she doubted that Shanda found them to be so. Cassidy doubted that Shanda viewed herself very highly at all judging from her tendency to try not to draw any attention to herself. Shanda was pretty and petite. Shanda's body, unlike hers, was more athletic and almost completely devoid of curves except for the fullness of her breasts and the gentle slope of her ass.
Everything about Shanda's manner was prim and proper- even her glasses sitting on the edge of her pert little nose. Her clothes were sturdy, professional and functional. They screamed boring in all capital letters. If Cassidy were to guess she would say that Shanda put in a good bit of effort into going unnoticed, hiding behind the excuse of professionalism. The problem with that was she was simply too pretty to hide in plain sight. Aside from her hair, Shanda looked every bit of what Cassidy imagined a social worker would look like. Cassidy had never been particularly fond of locs but on Shanda they fit and added to her a soft regal grace. It took everything in Cassidy not to give in to her desire to reach out and touch Shanda, but before she could be foolish enough to act on her feelings the elevator opened and the timid beauty made her exit to her floor.
Women like Shanda were Cassidy's weakness. She fell for the same type and unfortunately for her that meant straight. Cassidy considered herself a glutton for punishment for even considering to embark on this collision course but she had been eyeing her for two solid years and had never worked with her. That was about to change. Among her many talents was the ability to manipulate people and situations in my favor. Some might call it a gift. Whatever the case Shanda Carson would be working very closely with her in the very near future. Cassidy was certain of that.
Now that Cassidy had made up her mind to pursue and fuck the delectable Shanda Carson, there were I's to be dotted and T's to be crossed. Her one call was to Mitchell, her own personal private investigator. She realized that she didn't know nearly enough about Shanda which would be fine if she wanted to date her. Then she could learn the important things about her on the fly, but fucking was altogether different.
Cassidy needed to know the things that she couldn't just come out and ask and expect an honest answer. Was Shanda married? Not a deal breaker. Was she dating someone? Again, not a deal breaker. Did she have kids or have fucked up habits that might reflect poorly on her? The first a possible deal breaker and the latter most definitely a deal breaker. Cassidy was blessed to earn a hefty six figure salary and she didn't want anything fucking that up because the only thing she loved more than pussy was her creature comforts. Some might think she was doing too much, but she knew better. It was unbelievable how many closet crackheads were sitting in this very office barely holding their shit together. We're her actions ethical? Probably not, but she wasn't the social worker.
"Ms. Cosgrove requests that you clear your schedule for Thursday evening. She would like to meet with you about the Hannaman case. The meeting will take place at 201 Highland Park Plaza at 6:30 pm. Let the concierge know that you're there to meet with Ms. Cosgrove and he will make sure you're seated."
This was the message delivered to Shanda by Cassidy's personal assistant before leaving the office on Tuesday just before lunch. Cassidy's investigator had wrapped up his surveillance of Shanda about a week ago. Shanda turned out to be about as squeaky clean as they come. Divorced, mother of two with no history of substance abuse, good credit, no overwhelming debt, both parents deceased, two siblings residing in other states, numerous degrees and academic accolades to her credit, and one lover. The delectable Grayson Jamison.
According to Mich, this new relationship status had been a recent change in Shanda's life. So Cassidy figured if she wanted to strike, now was the time before Shanda went full on hereto and decided she wanted to be in an exclusive relationship with the guy. Cassidy wouldn't fault her there because that man was fine as hell, but she had reached a point in her life where she had no illusions when it came to lesbian love affairs. She'd honestly been there, done that, and had the t-shirt. She wasn't going into this hoping to convince anyone to switch teams. She had an attraction and an itch she wanted to scratch. She'd been run through the ringer in the name of love and she had no desire to do it again.
Cassidy had loved a girl once upon a time to the point where she'd believed they would have the proverbial white picket fence and 2.5 kids. Her name was Crystal. They had met at Berkeley in their sophomore year of college in a political science class. Crystal was Cassidy's usual type- dainty, sweet, pretty. Crystal was a femme just like her and 100% gay, but unlike Cassidy she was completely in the closet with her family. Behind closed doors Crystal was another animal entirely. In private and sometimes in public, Crystal was absolutely the nastiest dyke Cassidy had ever met before or since. It had been impossible not to fall in love with her.
At Berkeley Crystal was out, out. The climate there was so different from her southern upbringing. She was so fucking wild. Crystal was a hedonist. Cassidy had never met someone so open to pleasure in all its varied forms. Name damn near any type of kink and they had done it together. Looking back, Cassidy realized that she shouldn't have been surprised by their ending. Crystal was in the closet trying to soak in and satisfy every naughty desire before she went back home to try to live up to her parent's expectations of who and what she ought to be.
Cassidy had had the opportunity to meet Crystal's parents and they were the typical southern, bible thumping, hurry up and meet a nice young man, get married and give us grandbabies type people. In their three years together Cassidy tried to convince Crystal that her life was her own and that she didn't have to go back home. Cassidy told her that they could make a home together just the two of them, but it's hard to fight against embedded religious doctrine and family expectations. Cassidy had tried and lost.
