The sound of Barry White blared over the speakers and the dance floor bustled with sweaty dancers. Julia Davis was not one of them. She sat in a booth just off the dance floor's side. She was flipping through her case files, while occasionally glancing up at her co-workers, dancing away.
She shook her head in frustration. She wanted to be anywhere but in the smoky dance club. She had just been given what could possibly be the case of her lifetime and the young lawyer wanted to prove her worth to her boss Mr. Harrison. She was thrilled to be given the opportunity, but not with the catch. She wasn't pleased that she had to work on the case with two other lawyers.
(“Why them?” She thought, as she watched them dance.)
The lights flickered, as Ellen Bradley shook her platinum blonde hair. She was the lead lawyer, and she gave the orders. She was also rumored to be close to being made partner. It was her idea to come to the dance club to have some drinks and blow off some steam. Ellen was putting on a fine display of dirty dancing with her dance partner Zack Bugler.
Julia shook her head, as he bobbed back and forth. He was younger than Julia, but seemed to be moving along faster at the firm than Julia. But with this case she was determined to change that. He glanced her way. Julia chuckled remembering that he also had the nerve to ask her for a date, after only working for two weeks at the firm.
“Wow, that was fun,” Ellen gushed, as she spun over towards Julia. “You two should give it a whirl.”
“Yeah right,” Julia snickered, sliding off her stool and brushing past. And evil eye sent Zack's way as he offered his hand.
“He's a good dancer, really,” Ellen said, over the music. But she only got Julia's back, as she slid into the last booth against the back wall. Zack cringed, feeling her bee-like-sting yet again.
“Wow, this is going to be tougher than I thought,” Ellen said, grabbing Zack by the hand and leading him, with subtle force, along the booths, until they reached Julia's.
A firm hand on the shoulder, reluctantly sent Zack in first. Ellen quickly followed. Now face to face, Zack could feel Julia's distain.
“I need another drink,” Ellen said, just seconds after they sat down.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Zack said, before he motioned to the young woman, carrying a silver tray. “Waitress, three more martinis.”
Julia offered one more futile plea to leave, but Ellen just shook her head. Zack rolled his eyes, not because he wanted to leave, but because Ellen had slid down excessively, her body pressing him up against the far wall. He could smell her spicy perfume now, or maybe it was her hair. He felt his body tingle. He tried to fight it, as he wanted to think of Ellen as a boss and mentor and not like the sexy older woman that she was portraying.
“Now, I think we need to talk about this,” Ellen said loudly, over yet another Barry White song.
“This what?” Julia snapped.
“This attitude...it's not good for the case....”
“Oh, the case,” Julia interrupted. “THIS is really helping the case,” she said, while waving her hand in their direction.
“This my dear, is getting to know each other, 'cause from now on, THIS, meaning the three of us, is all we have,” Ellen said, her voice full of force. She glanced over at Zack, just off her right shoulder, and put her hand on his left knee. “Right?”
Zack could only manage a nod, feeling pawed at yet again. He also felt working on this case probably meant spending every waking hour together on it. He knew this meant his social life would have to be put on hold yet again, but he didn't want to blow his shot. Zack shuddered at the thought. Then, because Ellen's hand was slowly sliding up his leg.
“And I think it would behoove us all to get along,” Ellen said looking at Julia, before she spun her seductive gaze at an ever increasingly nervous Zack's way, before purring into his ear. “Right Zackey?”
“Yeeep,” Zack shrieked out, like a schoolgirl, as Ellen's hand boldly brushed his crotch.
“Well, there is getting along and then there is getting it on!” Julia sneered at the cozy looking duo.
“I didn't say that. Although, I'm the only one married here,” Ellen said, while her hand was tracing small circles on the flushed-faced Zack's crotch. Zack even tried to coyly bat her hand away, after hearing her confession, but more because of the positive effect her touch was having. For Zack, it had been a long time since a hand other than his own had been down there. But the brazen Ellen was winning the battle.
“But I only married for status,” Ellen confessed, while turning Zack's face her way. “My husband hasn't sent me to bed a satisfied woman in many a moon.” Ellen, now staring into Zack's baby blues, finished with a wink, which Julia caught.
“Look at you two. I bet you have your hand on his leg right now,” Julia managed to spit out, before Ellen's giggling drowned her out.
“Something like that,” Ellen seductively purred, as she finally gave Zack's growing cock a good squeeze, sending it to a full-blown hard-on. “Yeah, just like that.” Ellen was impressed.
Zack, sweating with embarrassment, was worried about blowing more than just his shot now.
“Well, you two play your games...I'm outta here.” Julia said, just as the waitress brought over their drinks.
“Just one more!” Ellen shouted, but Julia was already making her way through the crowded dance floor.
“What crawled up her ass?” Ellen said, before gulping down her martini. Zack just shook his head, while trying to adjust his pants. Ellen giggled as she watched. “Need some help with that?”
“What?” Zack gasped. “Look she's gone, so you can stop teasing me.”
“Tease!” Ellen snapped. “I'm a lot of things...but a tease...no.”
“I think we should keep our relationship professional.”
“I agree, Zack...when we're in the office.”
“Good.”
“But here we are, and I got you all hard, so I should help yah...you know,” Ellen said, rubbing Zack's tented pants, again. “But not here.”
Ellen slid to her feet and pulled on Zack's hand. Zack was embarrassed at his present condition, so he was glad the club was dark. He also followed Ellen closely. They made their way out of the backdoor into a darkened alley.
“Geez.... I don't know about this Zack, after all...I had no idea this was an alley,” Ellen said, looking around. “Maybe we should go back into the club...or go find my car?”
“This thing is painful you know,” Zack said. Ellen giggled, as she grabbed his hand. Zack quickly batted it away and pushed Ellen over to a trash filled Dumpster.
“Zack, what the fuck are you doing?” Ellen cried out. But he just laughed and pulled up the back of her dress. She could feel the evening's cold air. “Not here...not like this,” she pleaded.
“Look, you said you weren't a tease,” he said, before he ripped off her white panties, in one violent jerk, and tossed them into the Dumpster, while she shrieked.
“Now it's time to please me!” Zack spit into his hand and then he rubbed it in between her legs. He was surprised at her smoothness. (“Must be a wax job,” he thought to himself.) He ran his fingers along her pussy lips, before finally sliding two in.
“Owww.” Ellen moaned, and she finally gave up her fight and spread her legs and arched her back. Zack spit on his hand again and rubbed it on his cock. He ran the head of his cock along her pussy until it slid inside. She bit her lip. He let out a groan. His thrusts quickly became deeper and more powerful. (All of Ellen's sexy looks, her innocent touches, her dirty dancing, her crotch rubbing, had built him into a sexual frenzy that he was now taking out on Ellen's backside.) The sounds of slapping skin echoed throughout the ally.
