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Divorce Debt Part 1
How did I end up here?
Scott wondered as he sat in the waiting area of the small law office.
As he looked around the room, Scott realized it wasn't unlike the other offices he had sat in this week. Maybe a little more run down and a little less classy, but that was commiserate with where his life was right now. He had been all but thrown out of the other offices when he said there was no way he could pay the exorbitant retainers they had asked for. Scott's financial situation was a temporary one but no one seemed to care.
Scott thought back on the last few weeks while he waited to meet the attorney. It was hard to believe that it had been less than two weeks since his life fell apart. He had been on a work trip and decided to come home two days early to surprise his wife, Amber. It turned out, it was his turn to be surprised.
When he got home, there was a car parked in the driveway that looked somewhat familiar, but Scott couldn't place it. When he walked into the living room realization washed over him. Then shock started to set in.
There, on the living room floor, was his wife naked on her hands and knees. The lawn care guy, Rick, had his hands on Amber's hips, pounding her from behind. Scott had the perfect view of his wife's side profile from this angle. He stared at her tits swaying beneath her with each thrust. He heard his wife moan in a way he had never heard before as she dropped her chest to the floor and pushed her ass back against Rick's cock..
It struck Scott funny at that moment all the times that Amber had said she wasn't in the mood. Clearly she meant she wasn't in the mood for him. Scott briefly wondered how long his wife's affair had been going on... and if Rick was the only guy fucking her.
The radio was playing some trashy song Amber always said she hated. It was so loud Amber and Rick never even heard the door open. Scott stood still and took in the situation. As he watched his wife get railed, he realized that she really had let herself go in the last couple of years. Her juicy ass and thick thighs jiggled each time Rick slammed his cock into her.
As he stared at Rick's cock thrusting in and out of his wife, Scott suddenly realized that Amber was taking his large cock deep in her asshole. It had been a long time since she let him anywhere near her asshole. Apparently that was only for dating, not marriage. Scott's cock twitched with jealousy, but all he did was snap a silent picture with his cell phone and walk back out the front door, leaving it open behind him. It was over.
When Amber realized Scott wasn't coming home, she cleaned out all of their joint bank accounts and left him with nothing. It shouldn't have been a surprise that attorneys don't take IOUs.
As Scott looked out the office window to the sunny day outside, he took a deep breath. This one was the last attorney in town, if she said no he didn't know what he would do. He glanced back to the receptionist, who looked like she was straight from the trailer park. She had long, teased, platinum blonde hair and a pencil skirt that was more than a few inches short of professional and clung to her shapely ass and thighs. The nameplate on her desk read 'Tiffani.'
Fitting
. Scott thought.
Tiffani gave Scott a half grin as she answered the ringing phone on her desk, listened for a few seconds and hung up. She gestured behind her and said, "You can go in. Sarah is ready for you."
Scott walked across the well-used carpet to the closed office door and knocked. He heard a woman's voice call out 'come in,' and he opened the door. Sarah sat behind her desk dressed in a red business suit. She had the top three buttons on her shirt undone, and the ones below that were pulled tight and barely managed to hold her tits inside. Scott felt his cock twitch and he saw her lips moving, but he couldn't focus on anything but her huge rack. She had to be at least 34DD.
Sarah smirked as a man opened the door to her office, walked two steps and stopped to stare at her. Sarah was used to this reaction from most men, and frankly, most women. As she stood to shake his hand, she realized a bit too late that her shirt was unbuttoned pretty low for a new client.
Oh well
, she thought,
At least he's attractive
.
The man in front of her was a bit lanky, with dark hair and mesmerizing eyes. Sarah smiled at him, introduced herself, and told him to have a seat as she sat back down at her desk. She crossed her arms beneath her tits, perking them up a bit more hoping he would notice. He was definitely handsome enough to pique her interest. "What can I do for you?" Sarah asked.
As Scott started to tell Sarah his story, she cut him off. She didn't care about the details of his wife's affair... yet. She wanted to know if he could afford her time first. She had heard from her colleagues that he was having trouble affording a traditional retainer... but Sarah could sometimes be persuaded to accept payment of a different sort. She had needs, and her dating life had gotten a bit boring lately. Sarah liked to keep her sex life spicy.
Scott paused after she cut him off. He thought the story was important but he needed her help so he asked, "Would you accept payments? I'm hoping you can work with me until my funds clear up."
Sarah told him to get up and shut the door. Scott glanced at Tiffani while he closed the door and he noticed her smirk. Scott turned to walk back to his chair but Sarah told him to stop.
"Get on your knees and crawl to me," she demanded in a very different tone.
Scott paused for a second, not believing what he heard.
Sarah said, "I'll only repeat myself this once. On your knees and crawl to me. Or you can walk out the door and good luck finding an attorney to help you."
Scott didn't see another option, so he dropped to his knees and crawled, looking up at Sarah.
"Wrong," she said. "Get on all fours and continue crawling until I say stop."
