Madame Talia glanced nervously at the clock. She had scheduled an appointment with the lawyer set for half past four. It was still a few hours away from that time. She felt nervous about the appointment but unsure why she was nervous. The feeling was a generalized feeling. It could have been because this would be her first experience dealing with a lawyer. It could be because of the circumstance of trying to file a restraining order to keep Chance away from her. She had tried to protect herself by offering herself to him. She didn't want to have sex with him, but she thought that she could live with the consequences of sacrificial sex better than the consequences of not offering herself to his pleasure. She had already had tormented dreams of rape. She had inexplicably awoken to find she had masturbated to those dreams. That was humiliating enough, but when she had gone to him and attempted to submit herself, he had humiliated her further by talking about her socks!
She knew that Chance was dangerous, that he could harm her, but prior to her latest dream she did not understand the danger he posed. She couldn't run for fear he would find her wherever she chose to flee. In desperation she had sought out a lawyer who had assured her he could draw up and file a restraining order. Talia had no idea if it would actually work. The future looked bleak and cloudy, so to make up for the fact that it had been almost two weeks since her last proper meal she prepared a salad for a meal. Talia would need the strength that it would provide for the upcoming meeting. The meal preparation was almost cathartic; washing and cutting vegetables for a salad; pan-searing a handful of chicken strips; listening to some pop music playing on the radio while she did. None of it alleviated the nervousness she felt.
She showered and put on a clean exercise outfit thinking that some light yoga might possibly help settle her mind. She tried a couple of simple mantras while stretching and bending and holding her positions. Everything was going well until she started moving into poses that reminded her of the way Chance had bound her in her studio. Her breath quickened and became shallower. Warmth built up between her legs and the arousal made her pussy damp. Then all she could think about was having a man rubbing her sex. The more she tried to think of something else the more difficult it got to think about anything else. Talia started rubbing herself through the yoga pants until those became wet from orgasm after orgasm and still she wasn't satisfied.
"Oh, mama, please tell me I'm not excited about being tied up," she called out to her dead mother before peeling down her yoga pants far enough to plunge a couple of fingers past her vulva trying to furiously satisfy the proverbial itch at her g-spot. A couple of minutes later she finally had a satisfying body shaking orgasm that left her weakly panting and curled up on the floor. When she had the strength to move again, she finished peeling off her yoga pants and underwear. They were soaked and she didn't want to pull them up. As wobbly as she was feeling, so wouldn't want to trip going to get in the shower a second time if they happened to drop all the way to her ankles.
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The paralegal rapped softly at the open door to Frank's office. "I have the paperwork here for," as he glanced at the names on the folder, "Miss Sofka and Mr. Callahan."
"Yes. Yes. Bring it here thank you. Please close the door on your way out, I want to verify that everything is in order." He waited until the paralegal had exited and closed the door. The closed door would indicate to the rest of the office that he wasn't to be disturbed for a while. He reorganized the rest of the paperwork on his desk to make room for opening the folder and perusing the documents within. He was anticipating this afternoon's meeting with Talia and Chance. He couldn't believe he managed to talk her into an Arbitration settlement between them. It saved having to disclose the slight conflict of interest in being Chance's attorney. He had told her that the court would rubber stamp it because it was an Arbitration settlement and that it would avoid involving law enforcement with the whole guns and handcuffs routine. He remembered how she had flinched when he mentioned handcuffs.
As Frank was reviewing the contract paperwork he reminisced about their college days. He and Chance had shared most everything, including girls. They almost always found willing nymphomaniacs that didn't mind being passed back and forth between them. Sometimes the girls even liked being double teamed. There were a couple of nymphos that didn't care to be shared though toward the end of college. Perhaps they had gotten a reputation for tag-teaming. The first one he had held down while Chance ripped her panties off and made her willing with his tongue applied judiciously to her vagina, clit, and labia. She still squirmed for a while until the two of them had penetrated and sandwiched her until she ended up begging for more. He and Chance had so much fun they wanted to find another girl to force into sex until she begged for more.
It was almost time for graduation until they found one that fit the bill. She had been with both of them and gone around the world with both of them but always separately. This time she said she was swearing off sex until she got engaged. She wanted to leave when Chance invited her in to their apartment and she spotted Frank there. Chance held her down while Frank removed her clothes. She was a fighter too, hitting, kicking, scratching, and biting to get away from them. She left her marks on them, but in the end they all had the time of their lives. That little pussy cat took as much from them as they took from her when her internal nympho came out again.
The plan today was to get Talia to sign the contracts. These contracts weren't really a restraining order contract though. The first one was the prenuptial agreement. He had to protect Chance's assets in case Talia thought she could sue after the annulment. The next was the marriage license, then the marriage certification to be filed with the county. Then the next document was the NDA contract to make sure Miss Sofka did not go public with any accusations against Chance without being sued into penury. As long as she signed that he would provide her with the annulment document. If all she was looking to do was bag a husband, Frank figured Chance would eventually share her with him too. Maybe he could get Chance to hold her down while he forced her inner nympho to the surface for old time's sake. Thinking about it made his cock throb. Looking at the clock he figured he still had a while before his next appointment. With that, he pulled out the "Fleshlight" from his drawer and some lube.
He fantasized about Talia being tied up spread eagle to a bed. She wasn't what Frank thought of as a ten, but she was definitely spank material, worthy of being a cock sleeve to his engorged meat. He pictured her struggling against the restraints, complaining, "Don't!" As he thought about biting her nipples and breasts she would be squirming and begging, "Stop!" Then he thought about shoving two or three fingers into her wet pussy, while she would be pleading, "Don't!" He sped up his stroking with the machine while thinking about lining up the tip of his cock with her cunt as she cried, "Stop!" As Frank approached orgasm using the sleeve he envisioned Talia plaintiffs blending to "Don't Stop!" as he was pumping her pussy faster and faster. He came before fantasizing further. Feeling sated, he thought to himself, "Tomorrow, I'm gonna take her in the ass."
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After her shower, Talia looked through her wardrobe to determine which outfit would be most appropriate to wear to the law office. She might have google searched for opinions, but she could not yet afford to replace the laptop Chance had taken from her on his first visit. Maybe she would have a chance at the arbitration meeting to ask him to return it or at least return it to her through the attorney. The attorney, Frank Rafferty, had a slightly pervy vibe when she first met him. She had already paid a retainer for the service though, and figured she would not have to associate much with him in the future after today's meeting. Talia reined in her thoughts and chose the charcoal button-up slim skirt suit she had worn once to a funeral. While she did not have a voluptuous figure, she had filled out a little bit in the hips and bust since first buying the suit so now it was snug instead of roomy. She smoothed it down and appraised the look in her mirror. She decided it would be acceptable as long as she didn't fill out any more.
As she drove to the law office, Talia tried to keep in mind that it was neutral ground and she had a reasonable expectation of safety from Chance in an almost public location. There were a handful of paralegals and clerks that would be sitting in the office while she signed paperwork and they would be witnesses that should give Chance pause before doing anything to her. Janice should be back from vacation either today or tomorrow and Talia wanted to open the studio again. The past three weeks had drained most of her funds and if she waited longer to start seeing customers again she would have to take out a loan to open back up. A tension headache met her in the parking lot of the law office. Talia dug out the last of her pain reliever on the way in.
In the lobby the receptionist greeted her, "Good afternoon, Miss Sofka. If you'll have a seat, I'll let Mr. Rafferty know you are waiting."
