The Lawyer Edward Perkins and the Deacon
Dan Monroe's voice came over the intercom, calling her into the office. Camila Tanner walked in, and then apprehensively sat down on the couch. A moment later, Dan Monroe sat next to her.
Camila had her sandy, dirty blonde hair in a loose bun, and was wearing round wire framed glasses that made her already big brown eyes even larger. Her teeth were extremely white, and her default expression seemed to be a small smile, which her full, perfect lips seemed to be made for.
"Um, what can I do for you, Mr. Perkins?" she asked as the Deacon fixed her a drink.
"Here, Camila, this is for celebration!" Monroe said. He handed the shot to the pretty young woman, and drank his own before she drank hers.
Camila felt put upon the spot – she did not normally drink unless she was at a party or a wedding, but she shrugged, licked the sugar off the rim and did the shot.
It was ice cold, and went down smoothly. They talked for a while about the new partnership, and Deacon Monroe fixed her another drink.
She shut her eyes and threw her head back, and did this shot as well – it seemed a little bigger than the last. She was already feeling the effects of the first shot, a soft warm glow was spreading to her body from her tummy.
She noticed as she opened her eyes that the Deacon was staring at her chest – she wore loose bulky sweaters on purpose, but because she had been bending back the loose sweater had accentuated rather than hid her impressive bosom.
Camila blushed at his frank appraisal, and then he was sitting down.
"We are going to be re-branding our image, Mrs. Tanner," Perkins said after they had talked of the advantages of the new company, and how she would be making more money. The especially interested Camila as she had two kids and a husband who was out of work.
She squirmed around on the couch, and glanced in shock as the Deacon began rubbing her arm with his fingers. God, she felt good, and decided not to mention the fact that he should not be touching her.
"There will be a change in the dress code, Camila, and some additional training. If you want to keep your job, these things will be mandatory.
"Oh, umm, well, as long as there's nothing – I mean, nothing inappropriate -"
"Deacon Monroe will be in charge of the new uniforms," Perkins smiled at his assistant. He had never really looked at her critically. She was quite attractive, he had realized that, but she went out of her way to dress and act very modestly.
Deacon Monroe had been blunt. "I am going to take the film and Annie's contract, Perkins, but I think I can leave you with a gift. Who is your secretary?"
"Why do you ask?" perkins had demanded. He felt like he had lost all control since the spooky grey eyed man had stepped into his office.
"Well, it's obvious you don't mind taking advantage of women you don't know," Monroe had said, plucking the contract from Perkins desk and slipping it into his jacket pocket., Perkins swallowed – he could swear he saw a gun handle inside the man's jacket!
"She's an old family acquaintance," he said at last. "What has that got to do with it?"
"There's a fifty fifty chance you can turn her." Monroe smiled at Perkins. "I'll do the work – you just have to sit there and agree to what I say. I will be back tomorrow, and we'll see. I'll give you this one for free, but others I will expect a 30% cut of their contract."
And now it was tomorrow.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Tanner, by modern standards the uniforms you will be required to wear are quite modest. I guessed at your size, and you can use the bra and panties you have on now."
He handed her a flat box, and motioned her to the door.
"You can use the bathroom to change, then come back in and we'll discuss the uniform, and make sure you are comfortable with it."
After she had left, Edward Perkins turned to Monroe. "I can't believe this, I am amazed that we have gotten so far already."
"The alcohol helps, but I have learned that it is not strictly necessary. She is far from drunk, the shots were rather small. But it is a psychological tool." Monroe smiled; "On some level it helps absolve them of guilt, and helps them to bring their true nature to the surface."
"Her true nature? What do you mean?"
"When I shook Camilla's hand, I could tell – the girl is a slut, even if she doesn't know it yet. I'm wrong sometimes, of course – but I don't think I am this time. And, if I am – well, she needs the job, and we can put it off to a misunderstanding."
Perkins frowned, but forgot about that as there was a sheepish knock on the door. Monroe barked for her to come in, and Camila stepped hesitantly through the door way. There was a skimpy, gray button up vest. It had a deep, scooped neck and even buttoned all the way up left a large amount of her creamy pale cleavage on display.
Perkins was amazed – he had not realized how well-endowed his mousy little secretary was! Good god, they looked as big as coconuts on her short, slim frame.
The small vest and short pleated skirt also showed off the heavy curve of her hips. The skirt came to above her knees, totally unlike her other skirt.
"Sit down here, Mrs. Tanner," the Deacon said, patting the couch beside him.
"Yes sir," she muttered thickly, and sat down. She pressed her long thighs together, and clasped her hands in her lap.
"Um, I think there was supposed to be some type of shirt that goes under the vest," she said softly, her voice shaking slightly.
"I rather like it like this," Monroe said, and very casually reached up and drew the pads of his fingers across her trembling, heaving cleavage.
"Ohn, umm, maybe you shouldn't touch me – that's why this outfit makes me – uhn, umm, makes me so nervous," she whispered, looking away from the Deacon's eyes as he kept rubbing the super soft, silky skin of her exposed cleavage.
"You think guys would try to feel you up?" Deacon Monroe asked. "You can scream and slap people on the street, young lady, but I will have to insist that in this office you keep a calmer head.
"Let's practice this for a moment – if you can't get the right attitude, we may have to let you go. You do realize that, don't you, Mrs. Tanner?"
Camila Tanner shook her head – she wondered why she had not pushed the man's fingers away, but she blinked in surprise as the slipped his hand down and cupped her heavy right breast.
"Oh, umm, I'm not sure you should be doping that!" she gasped sharply, but her hands seemed locked together, clasped tightly in her lap. She blinked down at his hand as he began gently rubbing her sensitive breast through the thin fabric of the vest and her sexy bra.
"Mr. Monroe, please, what do you want me to do?" she pleaded.
"Just sit there quietly for a few moments, dear – if a client was drunk, for instance, you would not want to offend him, would you?"
"Uhnnn, umn, no, no, I guess not," Camila said, thoroughly confused. She blinked and blew out a huge breath. Her head felt stuffed full of cotton candy, and her body was pulsing deliciously. Her large, firmly soft tits felt wonderful, and she could not keep herself from gasping softly as Monroe began dragging his rigid fingers over her stiff nipples.
She knew she should not just be sitting here while the older man rubbed and squeezed her pulsing, sensitive breasts. He reached up with his other hand, and began unfastening her vest.
"It's OK, dear, I just want to make sure your undergarments are acceptable," he smiled at her, gave her right breast a big squeeze, and then let go of her tits for a moment and quickly finished unbuttoning her small vest.
"What if the client did this? Would you object to this?" he asked, then grabbed her right wrist, and guided her small, sweaty hand to the huge lump in his trousers.
"Ohn, no, god, Mr. Monroe, I really don't think that would happen!" the hapless housewife cried out softly. He let go of her wrist, staring her in the eyes, then reached back up slowly with his right hand.
He began rubbing and squeezing her large breasts through the skimpy bra she had on – it was at least a size or two to small. Camila bit her lip, and could not stop the sick urge to begin squeezing the fat shaft lying under her palm and fingers.
