This story is about an unacceptable circumstance that arose in my marriage and workplace, not a damaged drone. It's about what some people think that they can get away with if you act pleasant and charming most of your life; and how they can be so misguided as to think that.
I'm Amy Stone, nee Brach, a reasonably intelligent, reasonably attractive woman in my late twenties as this story unfolds. I guess through most of my life I was what you would call a "people pleaser," because I wanted to please everyone. It wasn't until I took a course entitled "Psychology Of Self" my sophomore year in college that I realized what I was and how that was not really desirable. I was convinced by the end of the course that in reality being a people pleaser meant that I loved myself less and had less self-confidence than I should have, I was viewed by many people as untrustworthy, and if I was honest with myself that I was resentful of the very people that I was trying to please.
While I won't say that I "snapped out of it," by the time that I finished my sophomore year course it put me on the right path so that by the time that I graduated I had much more self-esteem and self-confidence, was not resentful, and said what I meant (in polite terms, however, I didn't become mean) rather than what I thought a person wanted to hear. By the time that I started law school I was able to function very well.
I met my husband Niles Stone after my first year of law school. He was in graduate business school at the same university and about three years older than I was. I had always considered the name "Niles" pretentious, and he had a bit of that quality in him, but fortunately it was overshadowed by many excellent qualities. In fact about the only quality (aside from his slight pretentiousness) he had that I didn't like was a manner that was too flirtatious around good-looking women. He knew where I stood on fidelity, however, and didn't cross the line.
My relationship with Niles quickly got sexual and one thing about my "people pleaser" past that I did not give up was my desire to make my sex partner happy and fulfilled. Niles was also good at that himself, so we had many, many exciting and rewarding sexual experiences both before and after we were married.
While as I said I'm reasonably good looking, I always felt that Niles was considerably better looking than I am, although it never really bothered me, was never called to my attention by others, and had no effect whatsoever (either good or bad) on my self-esteem.
I graduated law school with decent grades, and excellent recommendations, so I got a job with a fairly prestigious firm right off the bat. Unfortunately, there were more than a decent share of pigs in the firm, some of whom seemed to believe that despite the fact that I was married that I would love nothing better than to jump in the sack with them because they were such hot shit litigators. One of the rainmakers was particularly obnoxious. After about his third proposition I started surreptitiously recording him. After I had the goods on him on tape one day he grabbed my ass so I kneed him in the balls and hit him in the face with a law book (I believe that it was volume 481 of the F.3d reporter which coincidentally had the sexual harassment case of Yuknis v. First Student, Inc., at page 552 thereof).
Of course the firm instantly wanted to fire me. When I played my tape for the senior partner his face turned pale especially after I made it clear beyond a shadow of a doubt that I would be filing a sexual harassment suit against the firm for maintaining a hostile work place, and also suing their rainmaker himself for per se harassment. Within a week I was allowed to resign with a $75,000 severance, a contract signed by the rainmaker and the senior partner promising never to badmouth me to anyone, and a glowing recommendation letter from the senior partner himself.
Having had enough of the "old boy" network in just the one year that I worked for my first firm, my next job was with the firm Marks & Benson, P. C. The managing partner and majority shareholder of the firm was Wynona Marks, more than half the firm was female, and I seemed to fit right in.
Wynona is an intelligent person with really big boobs and an even bigger ego. While probably in her mid-forties she obviously has really good genes and/or works out daily, because she definitely is a "looker." While I'm certainly no expert I would think that the average male would consider her physical appearance a 9.9 on a scale of 1-10.
Wynona is also an expert in using her sexuality to her advantage with male judges, juries, and even male attorneys on the other side of a case. Firm lore said that she had been divorced twice, was a man-eater, and now single. I neither liked nor disliked Wynona, although I did respect her legal abilities and her facility at manipulating people, as long as she didn't try it with me.
I really liked the work at Wynona's firm. After being there less than three years I already had under my belt two trials as second chair and two as lead counsel. At the critical point of this story I was second chair for a really important and complicated trademark infringement and unfair competition case with John Bradley, our firm's top litigator, as lead counsel for one of the firm's original, and most important, clients Z** Industries, Inc.
You know how sometimes you simply don't have a connection with a person or an insight to a project, while at other times you immediately click with a person or project; in my case I really clicked with all of the people at Z** Industries and I had a real feel for the trademark/unfair competition case. In fact even though John was lead counsel Z** Industries' general counsel Kyle Arthur and CEO Brandon Patrice would often call me with questions or to impart information. John is a very secure guy so he never took offense. Also, John made sure that I didn't do any grunt work and palmed that off to two other non-shareholder attorneys.
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Wynona had never met Niles until a firm party about two months before the critical time of this tale. While there had been other social occasions for one reason or another Niles was not able to attend them even though he gave every indication of wanting to. I wished that he never had attended any firm function after the first time that he did.
It was clear that Wynona was very impressed by Niles, and he by her 9.9/10 looks and enormous tits. On a number of occasions I had to intervene when they were getting too friendly, especially when Wynona started acting tipsy (I sincerely doubt that she was drunk since her personality required her to always be in control) and smashed her mammoth mammaries into Niles' chest.
The ride home from the event was not a happy one. I was steamed at both Wynona and Niles, but he was the only one in my sphere at the time so I lit into him.
"Have fun mashing Wynona's fun bags River?" I sarcastically asked. (I only call Niles "River" when I'm mad at him – a lame reference to Egypt's sacred waterway).
"What – I didn't do anything – I can't help it that your boss is friendly," he defensively replied.
We had one of the two biggest fights of our relationship that night, and it didn't end well since he wouldn't take seriously my warning that Wynona was a man-eater. I slept in one of the guest rooms of our overly large house that Niles just had to have even though it stressed our budget despite our relatively large paychecks.
I vowed never to go to a firm function again unless Niles was out of town.
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On a Thursday morning a little more than two months after the firm party Niles attended Wynona made a rare visit to my office, and closed the door. After much more pleasant chit-chat than normal she said "I'm having a party at my country house this weekend starting Friday early evening. I'd really like you and Niles to come. There are some guys there I'd like you to meet, and I'm sure that you'd have a lovely time."
"Guys there I'd like to meet?" I said to myself. What's the fuck with that? That made my already spider senses even more tingly.
"Thank you so much for the invite Wynona, but I don't think that we can make it..." I responded before she interrupted.
"Oh I talked to Niles and he said you were free so..." she smilingly stated.
"Wait – when did you talk to Niles?" I interrupted in turn.
"Why yesterday," she said with a grin.
"How did you get hold of him?"
"Why I called him on his cellphone, of course, silly."
"Why do you have my husband's cellphone number? He has nothing to do with our business," I snapped.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Amy; we have a lot in common and are friends," she huffed.
Standing up and looking her straight in the eye I said "Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you Wynona. That doesn't fly with me. I don't appreciate you having contact with my husband. From now on the ONLY time you will have contact with him is when I am personally present. Is that clear?" I snarled, my voice raised.
"You have no right to talk to me that way," she snarled back. "You're my subordinate."
"I don't give a shit what our relationship is; if you talk to my husband again when I am not personally present the day after I find out about it my resignation will be on your desk," I responded, this time in what I hoped was a calm, controlled, ice-cold tone.
Wynona tried to take things down a notch. "Look, Amy; I like you and you have a real future at this firm. You shouldn't let something like this distract you; it means nothing."
