"Excuse me Latisha," Rosie called as she peered around the office door to see her boss working steadily at her desk.
Latisha looked up, "Yes, Rosie?"
"There's a young man out in reception that would like to see you."
Latisha looked at her watch -- it was close to four-thirty, "Did he have an appointment?" she asked as she checked her Outlook calendar.
"No he didn't. But he said it would only take a few minutes of your time...I think he may just want something witnessed...he has a folder under his arm," Rosie offered casually.
Latisha looked at her young red-headed personal-assistant for a few moments, witnessing documents annoyed her, no money in it directly but it did occasionally lead to a new client and was, after all, just another a part of the game.
Latisha sighed, "Oh, alright then, send him in, thanks Rosie!"
A few moments later, Latisha looked toward the doorway as her impromptu visitor appeared and almost gasped with surprise.
"Oh hello...have you come to talk about cars or something?" Latisha asked, smiling a little more candidly than her professional manner usually allowed.
A tall boy with unruly-looking fair-hair stood nervously in the doorway and stammering slightly, he said hello back to her.
Latisha smiled up at the good-looking lad; it was only the day before that she had almost bumped into him when walking to her car -- her head in her handbag absently looking for her keys -- although he was partly to blame too as he had been sitting on his mountain-bike diagonally across the footpath only a few metres from where she was parked blocking the way.
They had exchanged pleasantries at the time and the lad had asked Latisha about her car, of which he seemed to know a bit about, but of course, what red-blooded boy these days didn't know a bit about cars?
"Come in...come in. What can I do for you then? Are you after some legal advice or something...mmm? Or maybe you have some documents that need witnessing?"
"My name's James...but people call me Jamie."
Latisha stood up from behind her desk as the youth walked into her office, closing the door behind him.
She offered her hand, "I'm Latisha, Jamie, pleased to meet you again."
Shaking his large hand, Latisha looked up at the youth, who now appeared to be trying to act quite nonchalant. He was really quite tall she noticed, probably a bit over six feet -- and quite lean-looking too, but in a healthy, athletic sort of way more than just skinny-looking. His eyes, as Latisha had noticed the day before, were piercingly blue and because of his sun-tanned complexion they stood out noticeably. She guessed him to be around nineteen or so.
"Sooo...are you on the bike again today?" Latisha asked, not knowing what else to say at that moment.
Jamie nodded.
"I'm sorry if I got in your way yesterday, miss..."
"Latisha...call me Latisha, please Jamie."
The boy coughed lightly, clearing his throat, "Latisha...I do apologise...but I just had to be certain it was really you," Jamie said somewhat cryptically, his voice wavering slightly.
"Pardon?" Latisha said, cocking her head to one side, "Had to be certain it was me? Whatever do you mean, Jamie?" Latisha asked curiously, as she sat back down behind her desk and began fidgeting with her pen absently.
Jamie cleared his throat again, "I've gotta say...Latisha...you're even prettier in real-life though."
"In real-life, Jamie, excuse me?" Latisha frowned, starting to get a little annoyed.
Jamie offered Latisha the manila-folder he had been fidgeting with, and smiled at her with growing confidence as she accepted the folder and opened it.
Latisha gasped quite audibly as she looked down at the contents of the folder -- and Jamie knew then, almost for certain, that it just had to be her.
"It's you, isn't it...Latisha, the photos are of you, aren't they?"
Latisha was horrified, "Oh my god-father, whatever has possessed you to come into my office and show me...pornographic photos of...of...well someone who sort of resembles me!"
"Sort of?" Jamie retorted smugly, reaching down to the half-a-dozen coloured photos and selecting one in particular.
Jamie held it up boldly, "Sort of?"
Latisha blushed quite uncontrollably as she looked at the photo. It was, after-all, an almost a full-frontal of, well...of her!
There she was dressed in the little outfit her son-in-law, Duncan, had given her the first time they had 'been together'. There was no doubt in her mind -- Latisha instantly recognised the lovely figure-hugging bodice of red-lace that had at the time struggled to contain her breasts. Then of course there was the very-short black leather mini-skirt barely covering her buttocks and a pair of fish-net stockings, which were only just visible above the beautifully-made thigh-high leather stiletto-heeled boots she wore.
Latisha remembered discovering Duncan had secretly filmed their first time together and the photo the boy now held in front of her was no doubt a frame taken when she had, quite unwittingly, stopped to admire herself in the mirrored-door of his bedroom wardrobe -- just before she had decided 'to teach him a lesson or two', a decision that had changed the path of her rather staid-life considerably from then on!
Although the photo was not of the best quality -- slightly blurry and the pixels a bit large, she could never-the-less, just make out her son-in-law lying on his bed behind her -- dressed in all his finery, his hands trussed to the bed-head waiting for her to join him.
"Sooo...so you think that's me!" Latisha cried, trying to laugh, "Young man, I suggest you get out of here before I call the police!"
The youth stood firm -- smiling at her sardonically, "Here, what about this one then?" he said, holding up another photo.
This time it was a close-up of what was almost undeniably her face - with her tongue poking out as she licked the end of a large, erect penis that she held vertical in her small left hand. Her unique wedding rings were clearly visible.
