Chris had worked hard on the case for months. He was a young ambitious lawyer who was doing well in his career acting for major corporate and financial institutions. Today he knew he would be embroiled in a full day or negotiations on one of his cases as the parties were meeting to try to settle a dispute before it escalated and potentially went to trial.
In a way it was a mismatch as it was a large financial institution against a local company that owned a few garages. Chris formed part of a formidable team which included a senior partner in his law firm and 4 senior people from the bank. They had a claim for over £1 million against the husband and wife business and if successful it would be the end of the small company and with personal guarantees in place there was a real prospect that Mr and Mrs Watts would be made bankrupt. Chris did not worry at all about such things, it was his job to represent his clients as well as possible without sentiment. The bank was aware of a risk that the company would be claiming against them for an undetermined figure but saw this simply as a negotiating tactic without much merit.
The bank's team had a private meeting before the other side arrived and the partner made it clear that the Bank's position was strong and a deal in which the bank was paid a substantial sum was the expected result. Mr Riley, the partner, was around 60 and very well respected as an aggressive and no nonsense lawyer. Mr Riley said that he trusted his young colleague Chris and that after giving an opening speech to the other side he would be leaving for another meeting but that Chris was well capable of handling the negotiations.
The telephone went and it was reception to announce that the other side had arrived. Mr Riley went out to meet them with Chris. The visiting party made an odd triumvirate in that Mr Watts must have been well over 60 and was a small frail looking man. Their lawyer was a plump red faced man in his mid-forties who clearly worked in a small firm and came across as nervous and unimpressive and clearly out of his league. Mrs Watts towered above them both in a long camel haired coat. Chris had seen correspondence between the parties and knew she had a fearsome temper. She stood quietly as people were introduced and her blue/grey eyes looked cold and humourless as she studied Mr Riley. Chris was not surprised by the somewhat cold reception, after all if the day went badly for the Watts then they could be financially ruined.
The parties were then introduced in a large meeting and sat opposite each other as if lined up for battle. Mr and Mrs Watts did not even take off their coats as they sat opposite the banking team as Mr Riley made superb submissions as to why the bank would win at trial. The chubby Mr Cooper responded for the Watts with a short and nervous speech which lacked any conviction. Mrs Watts' face looked like thunder as she studied her lawyer's movements. She looked as if she was in her early 50s to Chris and therefore considerably younger than her husband. You could see her age starting to show around her eyes and her jet black hair looked severe along with her high cheek bones and cold fierce eyes. Mr Riley explained that he would now be leaving and that Chris would negotiate the deal and suddenly Mrs Watts' eyes turned on him and studied him, as if looking for a weakness. Chris sat impassively but was unnerved by the fact that he was being stared at and he looked briefly at her to see a flicker of amusement in her blue eyes. Chris sensed that she thought he was a weak link and his resolution stiffened but he also realised that his cock had also twitched.
Mr Riley left and the Watts and their lawyer went to another room to discuss the developments so far. Mr Riley groaned in despair and Mr Cooper agreed that it looked bad. Mrs Watts stood and undid the buttons of her coat:
"I have not been very impressed with you Mr Cooper, it looks like it is up to me to find their weakness," she said as she peeled the coat off her shoulders. Mr Cooper gulped and Mr Watts lowered his head sheepishly.
Chris rose to welcome them back into the main room and his eyes tried to lock on Mrs Watts' eyes as she stared at him but he failed, his eyes drifted down. The coat was gone and now there was Mrs Watts showing the finest example of power dressing he ever saw, long black heels emphasised her toned tanned muscular legs, endless legs. Her legs were so tanned as if she lived in a tanning salon or on a beach and they shone as if she had oiled them up.
What staggered Chris was that those legs were not what first caught his attention. Her mini skirt was a continuation of her pin striped suit and her jacket was buttoned up but all Chris could think about were the huge tanned bulging tits that bounced in a tight low cut white top and were held in a perfect tight frame by her pin striped buttoned jacket.
Chris garbled on in negotiations with Mr Cooper for the best part of an hour and was proud of himself for getting the best of the arguments despite being unable to drag his eyes away from Mrs Watts' bulging and very deep cleavage. Mrs Watts was nonchalant as she tapped away at her blackberry, barely acknowledging what was going on. She bent forward to review the screen on her device and her elbows nudged against the sides of her tits and the sight was spectacular. Chris thought he heard a groan from one of his clients next to him. Those things were huge and Chris thought that for a woman of her age to have such firm solid looking tits that they had to be enhanced.
As Mr Cooper waffled on Chris felt his phone vibrate and then again indicating 2 messages. He indicated his apologies to Mr Cooper who turned his attention to the bankers who were all far more focused on Mrs Watts than on anything Mr Cooper had to say.
Chris looked at his first message. It was from Riley asking:
"Trust all going fine, Cooper is incompetent."
Chris smiled and typed "All fine," and sent.
The next message was from a number that was not recognised by his phone. He opened it and read it and his heart started to race. He re-read the message and looked around the room in panic but no-one was paying him any attention. His mobile number was on the foot of every email he sent to Mr Cooper and so it was obvious how Mrs Watts had access to it. It was only too clear who it was from as he read it again:
"Please try to keep your eyes off my tits for 5 seconds, I think it is unprofessional Chris! I think we can do a deal today, do you agree?"
Chris took 5 minutes before simply typing: "My client needs a substantial payment but I hope we can reach a deal. I apologise if any offence has been caused." He was pleased with how he had dealt with it. The meeting went well for the next 30 minutes as Chris impressed his clients by shooting down Mr Cooper at every turn. Chris was feeling ok again but then his phone vibrated again. He looked at it nervously:
"38 FFs as you seem to be so interested in them Chris. Tanned and without a hint of sag. The size of them is all mine Chris but yes I have had them lifted as gravity is hard to resist over the years."
Chris ignored it and they broke for lunch in separate rooms. Chris was applauded by his clients for his sterling work and one or 2 inappropriate comments were made about Mrs Watts by the bankers. Lunch was ending and another text buzzed on Chris' phone.
"You know I can't pay what you are looking for. It is time to ask yourself where your loyalty lies Chris, your banking clients or my big tits? Alex xxxx."
Chris had never had such a hard full erection in his life but he knew what he had to do, there was no justification for not forcing this through. He went into overdrive after lunch and crushed Mr Cooper absolutely. He tried to come back with the same old points but he had been totally undermined and looked pathetic. Chris saw Mrs Watts look at him andshe hit her blackberry with purpose and a few seconds later another message buzzed onto Chris' phone.
"You have defeated Mr Cooper but Mr Cooper plays nicely. I don't. Time for me to step in I think. All I ask Chris is that you confirm what I say and I think this could turn out to be a very rewarding day."
Chris was still looking at the screen on his phone when she spoke:
"Gentlemen, Mr Cooper has done his best today but I will admit this young man has outwitted him at every step." Her voice was sharp and unfriendly. "Mr Cooper, I think I can do better myself, you are dismissed and you can go." Mr Cooper said nothing, he looked shocked and quietly picked up his papers and shuffled to the door. "I trust you will not be charging for your lamentable showing Mr Cooper?"
"Eh well..."
"Er well what Mr Cooper?" she fired back, sensing blood.
"No Mrs Watts, I will not char..."
"Very well, I have witnesses to that, now get out you pathetic man."
She then turned to the bankers and launched into an attack on how the men in that room had been negligent in their dealings with her company and that this had caused them significant losses.
"I estimate £500,000 a year over 6 years which is £3 million." Two of the aging bankers choked on their tea but she was not finished:
"As you are personally negligent any claim will be against the bank and yourselves as named individuals in case you were acting outside of your normal allowed remit. I am sure your young lawyer will confirm that you are at risk of personal liability if I win and that the sums I mentioned as damages are possible."
The moment of truth for Chris,it had been building to this all day and he knew what Mr Riley would say. He started in autopilot:
"What Mrs Watts is arguing is pure speculation and there is no evidence to support the claim." The bankers smiled. A good try but their lawyer had batted off her attack. She looked at Chris with calm eyes, waiting. She bent forward and allowed her huge tits to bulge further over the top of her white top within the tight confines of her jacket.
Chris could not even remember what he said next but he knew it started with "However" and had gone on to emphasise that there is always a risk in litigation. The bankers were worried and started interjecting but Alex Watts knew she had made ground but not the decisive ground she had hoped for and these experienced bankers were going to call her bluff. She smiled inwardly at Chris' attempt to throw doubt on the bank's position but it had not been enough and she would need to get whatever deal she could.
Chris was sitting there thinking but suddenly he realised he was looking for arguments to support Mrs Watts and a chill went through him. His career was on the line.