"Mr. Bombard? Sorry for keeping you waiting. I'm Carly Fabriona, I'll be assisting you today."
Henry's eyes widened as a stunningly attractive, voluptuous, vixen with hair the color of burnished gold approached him with an outstretched hand.
"Uh-Nice to meet you, Ms. Fabriona," he said, avoiding the intrusive thoughts urging him to look down and admire the creamy set of breasts barely contained in her low-cut, white blouse. They exchanged a customary quick shake. The sensation of her fingertips brushing across the back of his knuckles sent tingles right up his arm to the tip of his ears.
"If you'll just follow me," Carly beckoned. Despite being years his junior, she carried herself with the poise of a seasoned professional.
Henry trailed the slender-waisted woman as she sashayed confidently through the corridor in her tight, navy pencil skirt and maroon spiked heels. The intoxicating waft of her sexy perfume worked to lull his senses, making him momentarily forget the purpose of his visit.
"You-... you're Mr. Walsh's assistant?" he stuttered, breaking free of the hypnotic trance as Carly swiped a keycard and breezed into a small office.
"Something like that," she acknowledged casually. Pulling a chair around from behind the desk, she positioned it next to him. She then perched herself elegantly on the edge of the glossy mahogany wood top and crossed her arms, pushing those wonderful tits out even more.
Henry's brow furrowed as he settled in his seat, "I must be blunt, Ms. Fabriona-"
"Carly, please."
"Carly," he corrected, "I gather you know why I'm here."
"This is about your wife's appointment?"
Henry took in the submissively beautiful face. The cute little upturn of her nose, the shimmer of lipstick across those naturally plump, full lips. "My wife came in for legal advice concerning sexual harassment at work," he spoke firmly. Carly's knees shifted apart slightly, her skirt riding higher up her silky smooth thighs.
"Her boss has been making lewd remarks and overtures to her for some time. Last week, there was an incident where he literally spanked her while she was bent over the photocopier. Suffice to say, Lisa has had about enough! HR won't do a damn thing, so we came here to your firm, only to get turned away because you just so happen to already represent her company."
"Yes. That would pose a conflict of interest," the curvaceous woman acknowledged.
"I understand that! I'm not an idiot. What I can't wrap my head around is how Mr. Walsh thought it was appropriate to badger my wife into dropping her complaint. Not only did he downplay her boss's disgusting behavior, he had the audacity to imply she should have taken it as a compliment. And now, as if that weren't bad enough, we receive this whopping joke of a consultation bill in the mail. Hell will freeze over before we pay this!"
Carly shook her head from side to side, her golden locks bouncing as they framed her pretty face. Her lips separated into a bright smile.
"You find this funny?" Henry squared his shoulders and glared pointedly.
"Oh, Mr. Bombard, is that all?" Carly quirked a sculpted brow. She didn't seem the least bit fazed.
Henry scowled, shaking his head incredulously. "You lawyers are all the same, in league with the perverts and scum you represent. No wonder I've been fobbed off to a secretary."
"Well that's not very nice," Carly rolled her huge, expressive blue eyes.
"Look, Mr. Bombard." She placed her palm on his upper leg. Her beautifully manicured fingers with glossed pink nail polish squeezed his inner thigh, mere inches from his crotch. His nostrils again dilated as her delicious perfume permeated the small space between their close bodies.
"I'm sorry if your wife misunderstood the terms of her consulting fee with us. But this isn't a nonprofit. You can't expect us to work for free."
"There were no terms and this 'fee' is over the top outrageous! Completely unprofessional."
"Unprofessional?" she echoed, while her hand continued to run up his thigh.
Henry, mortified, pushed back his chair.
"Wha-What are you doing?" the married man asked incredulously.
"Tsss..." Carly shook her pretty, heart-shaped face. "I'm being blunt like you said. I've seen your file. Money is not the issue here is it Mr. Bombard? We both know what you're really after."
The pretty golden-brunette began unbuttoning the top of her blouse.
"Excuse me?" Henry glared at the brazen young woman.
Her nimble fingers worked quickly while she spoke. "Oh, please drop this self-righteous act. I get it. You're a concerned husband and your wife's errand boy. You waltzed in here like a knight ready to face a dragon, but you're clearly not up to the task, you've been too distracted eye fucking me to even present a compelling argument. I suppose it must be sexually frustrating being married to a woman who can't take a simple spanking without blowing it out of proportion-"
Henry was red in the face. "How dare you! I don't have time for this bullshit," he spat, "if you don't cancel this bogus invoice I'm going to contact the state attorney general."
"I see," Carly responded coolly. She held eye contact with Henry as the fourth button of her top popped open and she let the blouse drop off the back of her tender shoulders revealing a gorgeous lace pink bra. "I guess we'll do this the hard way, then." Abruptly, as if possessed, the woman's golden mane whipped as she threw back her head. Henry's eyes bugged wide as she hollered.
"OH GOD!!" Carly grabbed the collar of her blouse and yanked it hard.
Henry didn't know what to do so he jumped to his feet to leave.
"Mr. Bombard! Henry! WHAT ARE YOU-" The crazed woman slapped her own face. The strike left her cheek red.
Henry's jaw dropped. "Are you out of your mind?" he blurted out.
She shot him a devilish grin. "No! Mr. Bombard! I know you're angry but-" her heel kicked the desk so hard her stiletto nicked the wood.
Henry took another step backward but apparently not far enough. Carly launched forward and collided with him, grabbing the man's shirt, pulling him close, and pressing her warm lips to his. Her tongue parted his mouth.
"What the fuck?!" Henry shoved her off and she fell to the floor. He turned toward the door.
"You leave now," Carly hissed, "And security will have you in cuffs before you even leave the building."
"You're fucking crazy!" Henry barked. He glanced down at the disoriented girl... Her ripped blouse, open cleavage and her skirt rolled up to her waist. His stomach churned as he registered the delicate, exposed pink panties that matched her bra. Carly crossed her arms in front of her, her bottom lip pouted, hands wrapping firmly around her shoulders. She looked like an innocent victim.
"You think you're the first man who thinks he can fuck whatever he wants!?" she yelled past him loud enough to breach the heavy door.
"Don't turn this around on me. You're the one who-" Henry sputtered.
"I was trying to help you! But then you became animated. Deranged. You-"
