"Back to the rat race," Amy said, stretching as she disentangled herself from Penny the next morning, her mouth and chin glistening with Penny's pussy juices. "Good timing, too. I saw that Grant posted a new client on the bulletin board."
"We can't just fuck our lives away," Penny said, reaching between Amy's legs to rub her pussy before getting out of bed.
"I could," Amy said with a laugh.
"Nice tan!" Cindy said when Penny entered the office, a big smile on her face.
"How was your time off, Cindy?" Penny asked.
"I got laid, a lot," Cindy replied, laughing. "How about you?"
"Pretty much the same," Penny replied, smiling.
"I'll bring you some coffee," Cindy said as Penny entered the inner office to find Grant sitting behind his desk, a cup of coffee in hand as he perused some papers.
"It looks like you enjoyed yourself," Grant said when he saw her, smiling. "You like the house?"
"I loved the house," Penny replied. "It's beyond wonderful. And Frank and Ella are great. Did you realize that she's a Cordon Bleu trained chef?" she asked.
"I do," Grant replied. "She made your mother and I a few fantastic meals. You should see her resumé, and Frank's," he said, finding a folder on his desk and handing it to her.
"Navy SEAL!?" Penny gasped, looking up. "Frank? I'd never have guessed."
"Not a man to mess with lightly," Grant said.
"What's the new case about?" she asked as Cindy arrived with her coffee. "Thanks, Cindy," she said.
"This might be the craziest case I've ever had," Grant replied, laughing. "You'd better have a seat," he suggested, joining her in the sitting area around the coffee table.
"Our client is one Gloria Hayes, 44. She's a licensed psychologist practicing as a sex therapist," Grant began.
"Oh, my!" Penny laughed. "What exactly is a sex therapist?" she asked.
"In this case, it would seem that she instructs women on how to be submissives to dominant men and men on how to be cuckolds to dominant women," Grant replied.
"You're not serious!" Penny laughed.
"It gets even better," Grant said, smiling. "Her husband, Rutherford 'Rudy' Hayes, 47, the great-great-grandson of the same-named former president, is the mayor of Franklin, Tennessee, a town about 20 miles south of Nashville. He's been the mayor for the past 15 years. He is also an employee of his wife's with an actual employment contract and has been working with her for more than a dozen years."
"Where on earth do you find these people?" Penny laughed.
"He is apparently one of our client's stable of men who train the would-be submissive women," Grant continued. "They have a pre-nup which has one of the oddest conditions that I've ever seen. 'In the event of loss of consortium due to non-medical reasons', Grant read from a page in his hand, our client is entitled to sue for divorce and receive a settlement of $100 million, which is exactly what she is doing."
"That is just too weird," Penny laughed.
"You haven't heard anything yet," Grant said, laughing. "According to our client, Mr. Hayes has no problem servicing or teaching her clients, or herself, in the course of his employment with her - she apparently teaches by example - but is apparently impotent with her outside of his duties as her employee, hence triggering the loss of consortium due to non-medical reasons clause of the pre-nup."
"Wait a minute," Penny said. "He has no trouble fucking his wife in the course of his employment with her, but he can't get it up for her outside of that?"
"So she says," Grant agreed, nodding.
"What else?" Penny asked.
"Mayor Hayes is currently involved in an election to retain his mayorship," Grant continued. "His only opponent is one Cathy Granger, 45, who has been a client of our client's for the past 6 years. The real complicating factor is that her husband, apparently a cuckold, is a Federal judge. Frederick Granger is his name."
"Oh, my god, no!" Penny laughed. "So the mayor is fucking his opponent while her Federal judge husband watches?"
"Apparently the relationship is not spilling over into either of their campaigns, yet," Grant said. "Neither one would benefit from it being made public. Another complicating factor is that our client's list of clientéle reads like a who's who of the local political elite. The so-called therapy sessions are video-taped so that the clients can watch them at home. Our client maintains backups of all of the taped sessions as a security measure, according to her, which she is perfectly willing to use as evidence of her husband's ability to sexually interact with her and others if her husband doesn't grant her a divorce and give her the $100 million. To make it totally insane, she refuses to release him from his employment contract with her, insisting that it has nothing to do with their personal relationship, and it has an exclusive 20-year term."
"Isn't what she's doing illegal?" Penny asked.
"Apparently not," Grant replied. "There is no such thing as an official or legal sexual therapist, it's just her way of describing her psychology practice. She's not threatening or blackmailing any of her clients, only her husband/employee, and then only under the cover of violation of the pre-nup condition. She's charging for therapy, not the sex per se."
"Why on earth did you accept the case?" Penny asked. "It's like a nuclear bomb waiting to explode. She could destroy the lives and reputations of a lot of apparently important people."
"For the money, what else?" Grant replied. "She sent us a $10 million retainer already and we stand to get 10% of any settlement, which would be another $10 million. Our job isn't to judge, our job is to represent our client's interests."
"Déjà vu," Penny sighed. "I told someone that very thing just yesterday."
"It's a win-win for our client," Grant said. "She gets a divorce, yet retains her husband's sexual services and $100 million. She knows that he can't afford to not settle without destroying his own reputation, and any publicity will only serve to enhance her reputation as a sex therapist."
"But her husband could win the case by demonstrating that he is capable of fucking her outside of the scope of his employment," Penny pointed out.
"Which he apparently cannot or will not do," Grant said. "He just has to fuck her once in their own marital bed in front of witnesses to save himself $100 million, which our client fully realizes. She says that she's perfectly willing to lay there and let him prove that he can fuck her in front of whatever witnesses are necessary, but she's not willing to actively help him. She's clearly decided to cash out."
"What's she like?" Penny asked.
"See for yourself," Grant replied, handing her a memory stick. "She sent me one of the videos of a therapy session with his mayoral opponent and her Federal judge husband. She's offered to make her entire archive available to us to prove that her husband is not impotent. She's very smart, too. If this example is typical of the way her sessions go, she always has her husband fuck her first, then her client. Then the rest of her stable of studs do the same. The video is more than two hours long."
"Wow, big cocks," Penny said as she watched the video on her computer. "Her husband is huge. I can see why she doesn't want to lose the use of his cock. The Black guys aren't small, either. I like her setup, too," she said after a time. "No bed, just sitting in chairs with their legs hanging over the arms. No pretending that it is anything but what it is, a good fucking. They're really enjoying it, too, though I think the judge - I guess that's him on his knees next to our client's client - he seems to be enjoying himself, too, sucking the cocks after they fuck his wife, then eating her full of cum."
"I don't see why this even got to lawyers," Penny said. "Our client's husband had to have realized that he was going to have to lose her and pay her off and stay her employee, unless he's willing to endure the humiliation or move to another state. Is that possible?"
"Anything is possible," Grant replied. "We won't know until we have a sit-down with all of the concerned parties and spell it out in black and white. I have to assume that his attorney isn't a total idiot and has told him that he has zero case."
"The other woman, what's her name, Cathy Granger, she's really getting off," Penny said.
"How can you tell?" Grant asked, coming around behind her to look at her monitor.
"Look," Penny said, scrubbing back through the video, then letting it play before hitting the pause button, freezing the screen on a shot of a thick black cock sticking out of a clamshell pussy beneath a tiny pink clit, delicate inner lips caressing the shaft.
"What am I missing?" Grant asked.
"Look at her feet," Penny said, pointing at the monitor. "See how her toes are all spread apart? I'll bet anything that she's cumming."
"I'd never have noticed that," Grant said.
"Amy's toes do that when I'm eating her and she's cumming," Penny said, turning to smile up at him. "You should see it. She cums with her whole body."
"Just what I needed to know," Grant said, shaking his head.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Is everything all right?" Amy asked when they finished eating dinner, having ordered a couple of salads from Renato's. "You seem preoccupied. Last night, too."
"I've started this course and I keep thinking about it," Penny replied. "It's nothing for you to worry about."
"What course?" Amy asked.
"For now, it's a secret," Penny replied, smiling.
"Fair enough," Amy said, shrugging.
"I'm going to study for a bit, then I'll come to your room, okay?" Penny asked.
"Of course," Amy replied, smiling.
It was after midnight before Penny decided that any further studying was going to be counter-productive, her head spinning from the mathematics of flight, math never having been her best subject. Going to Amy's bedroom, she crawled into the bed, sinking her tongue into her pussy as she woke up.
"Mmm, nice," Amy sighed, reaching down to caress her head as she ate her.
"You check out the new case?" Penny asked a couple of minutes later as she crawled up Amy's body and kissed her, letting her taste herself on her mouth and tongue.
"Yeah," Amy replied. "Beyond crazy. And stupid. The guy doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell."
"That's what I said," Penny agreed. "Did you see the video?"
"What video?" Amy asked, and Penny explained. "Nice," she laughed. "I'm in the wrong job. I should have been a sex therapist."
"I thought the same thing," Penny laughed. "People paying to learn how to be sex slaves. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"It wouldn't suck," Amy agreed, both of them laughing at the double entendre.
"You're going to need to find your own way home from work for the next couple of weeks," Penny informed Amy the next day as they drove into town.
"Okay," Amy agreed. "Any special reason?"
"I'm going to take the afternoons off for the course that I'm taking," Penny replied.
"Still a secret?" Amy asked.
"Just for now," Penny replied, smiling. "It's nothing to worry about, it's just something that I want to do without anyone knowing about it."
