0 comments/ 8549 views/ 4 favorites Sexual Contradictions By: blondechristine2012 1991 For no fathomable reason, being a criminal lawyer had been Christina Hunt's ambition since she was old enough to have any idea what she wanted to work at. No one in her family had been in the law and there was no logical reason that drew her to it. That is other than her love of the TV programmes Rumpole of the Bailey, Perry Mason and Cavanagh QC. She had dreamed of being a barrister and a courtroom advocate for as long as she could remember. That had been the driving force at the minor public school she attended in an Essex, London suburb. It had been that ambition, which had kept her top of her class throughout her time at the school. It was her burning desire to fulfil her objective that drove her to study hard so she attained the four A plus grades she needed to gain entry to Cambridge. Her academic brilliance at school was rewarded by her being made Head Girl and Top Scholar when she was in her last year after she turned eighteen. She was not just a big brain, though, for she represented the school at tennis, netball and hockey and played for the County at tennis. However, even at the tender age of eighteen, there was another side to her. A side that she kept well covered. A side she assiduously kept away from others. That was the side where in her last year at school she lost her virginity to a twenty-three year old black guy. The side where she fucked four other guys within the next year. And the side where she had a brief affair with a thirty-eight year old married man all during her nineteenth year. Even against the stiffer opposition at Cambridge, Chrissy stood out. Consistently she was in the honours group, she was successful at sports, she was in the debating society and she was well on her way to gaining a first class honours degree. At the same time, her dark side also was enjoying new delights. She had sex with two lecturers, an almost unheard of activity at Cambridge. By the time she arrived at Cambridge when she was nineteen, Chrissy had had five lovers and she had been in a threesome with another girl and a guy. By the time she left Pembroke College, she had doubled the number of men she had slept with and had been with two women. After leaving Cambridge with a first class honours degree and an impeccable record, Chrissy was courted by such big law firms, such as Allen Overy, Clifford Chance, Freshfields, Herbert Smith, Farrars and Slaughter and May who were part of a group of London solicitors known as the 'magic circle.' Although the offers were very tempting financially, being a corporate lawyer was not what Chrissy wanted. She had no appetite for schmoozing clients or for endless tedious negotiations and late night meetings. It was the unusual combination of the solitude of reading briefs for hours on end and then standing up in court in the rather ridiculous and quintessentially British gown and wig and arguing her point that was the appeal to her. That was why she turned down the 'magic circle' and accepted a position with a firm of barristers in the Inner Temple. * 2002 The judge in his crimson, ermine lined robe and shoulder-length wig stood up. The rest of the people in the court followed his lead. "Thank you Ms Hunt and Mister Banshaw-Groves, it has been a well conducted case." The two barristers in their black robes and short wigs bowed their heads. "Thank you my lord," they both muttered as the judge left the oak-panelled courtroom. "Well Chrissy, you did me again you sod," the prosecuting council said to the defending lawyer. "All my pleasure, I assure you Duncan," the attractive, but not stunningly so, slim, blonde woman smiled back as she collected her papers and laptop and shoved them into her already bulging brief case. "I really do not know how you do it sometimes, it's as if you mesmerise the judge," he went on. Smiling to herself Christina slid her hand inside her black, barrister's gown and ran her fingers down the front of her leg in the just above the knee length, quite tight black skirt. Her fingers found the stud on the Perla suspender belt and she rubbed it, just as she did occasionally when addressing the judge. "Anyway congratulations, perhaps I could buy you dinner sometime to celebrate?" "Yes that would be lovely, it is ages since I have seen Fiona, how is she?" Christina replied smiling at Duncan as she saw him cringe at the mention of his wife. She walked to the car park and, after removing her gown, climbed into her Porsche. The drive from Snaresbrook to the bolt hole, one bedroom flat she kept in the East End near to Bethnal Green tube station took just twenty minutes. She microwaved a frozen meal, ate that, showered, changed and caught a cab to Shoreditch House. Martin was waiting for her in the bar. They had a couple of drinks. "Ready Chrissy?" "Sure let's go." Martin eased the Mercedes S600 through the light early evening traffic towards Alexandra Palace. He and Chrissy had met online in a chat room. They had chatted increasingly intimately until they agreed to talk on the phone. That, probably inevitably, led to them masturbating together, which in turn resulted in them camming with both of them naked. There seemed little point to either of them in not meeting when he suggested it. Although it was her idea to go dogging, Martin was well up for it. He parked behind the main building in what was normally the overflow car park. There were a dozen or so cars there and as they drove across the parking area to the far corner, the car lights lit up numerous men walking around. He parked the car and dimmed the outside lights, but left the inside one on dim; the dogging code for you may watch, but not join in. The outside lights on and inside ones off means the opposite. He slid all four windows down an inch or so and locked the doors. They got into the back of the car and lay on the large back seat. There was loads of room on the seat and between that and the back of the front ones. He took her in his arms and kissed her. She kissed him back. Purposefully, she had worn a short skirt and a loose, button up the front blouse. Having only smallish B cup boobs she had not bothered with a bra. The skirt was quickly around her waist and the buttons were undone on her blouse. He sucked her prominent, even when not aroused, nipples as she reached for his zip. It came down very easily and they manoeuvred his trousers and boxers down his legs, but not off. Chrissy gripped and stroked his beautifully hard cock. Although it was darker outside than in, Chrissy saw and then heard movements round the car. She had no idea how many were there, but she knew that at least one person each side of the car was watching them. As she had slid his zip down and got his respectably thick cock out from his trousers she heard a few gasps. When she was licking its length she glanced up and caught the gazes of a few onlookers. She found that to be the turn on she had anticipated it would be. When Martin rolled the short skirt up, tucked the hem into the waistband and rolled her panties down, thus exposing her pubic hairs and her pussy, she heard more noises and saw more movements. And when she straddled Martin and they started to fuck, so she saw not only more shadowy images, but also heard them moaning and sighing as some obviously jerked off. As she and Martin roared towards a mutual climax, so the sighs, groans, moans and expressions of how much the voyeurs were enjoying watching them increased. Martin dropped her back at the Shoreditch House. She never contacted him again and he had no idea who she was, which was exactly how she wanted things between them to be. Christina had been aware of these contrasts and contradictions in her behaviour for many years. On the surface there was her total respectability, but just slightly under it there lurked a completely different person. It went back years, even at school when she was head girl, a top scholar and was seen as a teacher's pet, she was leading a busy sex life for a teenager, and particularly for one who had so much studying to do. The contradictions were not restricted to her being seen as a 'butter would not melt in her mouth girl' for what went into her mouth was not confined to butter! No they went further. She did not fuck around with her own kind. She fucked boys from the local comprehensive, uneducated boys, black boys and older men. She got a strange kick from not going with boys from private schools and 'good' families. At university she found the same behaviours happening. It was almost unheard of for a first year student at Cambridge to have a fling with any of the lecturing staff. She fucked two including a professor and a woman. It somehow appealed to her to excel at the academic and sporting aspects of university life while at the same breaking the rules and succeeding at the sexual side as well. She was careful though. She was discrete and went to great lengths to ensure that she was not caught doing what she shouldn't like fucking Professor Pamela Henderson the Head of English or earlier having sex with three different boys in a couple of weeks with none of them getting her real name, address or phone number. She really was a 'fuck 'em and leave 'em' type of girl and that had carried on through her life and career up to now, Martin being a prime example. * 1992 Unbeknown to Chrissy, once Morecombe, Hendricks and Carson had accepted her, there had been an internal struggle amongst the partners as to who would have her as a pupil. Hugh Morecombe managed to win and that started a relationship that lasted to this day. It survived him being married, getting divorced and married again, leaving the chamber and becoming a judge. She was twenty-three at the time it started and had just left university. Although in her way she was quite experienced, Chrissy was not used to dealing with worldly-wise, sophisticated players like Hugh Morecombe. At forty-six He was one of the top criminal lawyers in London, a QC, Deputy Head of Chambers at MHC and a great, great grandson of one of the founders. His earnings were stupendous and he led a full on, upscale life-style. He was married at the time and had two children, both of whom were slightly older than Christina. He had an apartment in Chelsea Harbour where he stayed when in town and a farm in Gloucestershire near to Prince Charles as well as a villa in Tuscany and an apartment in Palm Springs. Chrissy was the model employee. She was always impeccably dressed in the female lawyer's uniform of black suit, crisp white suit, mid-height heels and black hosiery. Even with this, though, she was a contradiction and a contrast. Her difference with this was that whilst pretty much all the other female lawyers wore tights, she delighted in and thrilled herself by, wearing stockings, mostly holdups, but sometimes with a suspender belt. She would accompany them with a slither of a thong or occasionally a pair of black silk, French knickers and sometimes nothing. Sexy underwear excited Chrissy as much as it did the men who undressed her when she was wearing it During her first year of pupillage Chrissy gradually got to know and learned from rumour and a little careful investigation more about her boss. Hugh Morecombe had quite a reputation amongst the female barristers and clerks as a ladies man. In fact he was a right bastard really, but a nice one. He had a permanent mistress who he kept in an apartment in Fitzrovia that was just a short cab ride from The Temple where the firm had its chambers. Additionally, he used a very high class brothel in Notting Hill, where he was known simply as Mister H, attended stag dos with other senior lawyers, policemen and city figures where live sex took place sometimes with up to six performers at the same time and he fucked pretty much any woman he could. Despite these findings, or maybe due to them, she liked him. She enjoyed his humour, thought he was attractive, probably had a good body, was a bit of a rake, had a fantastic mind and might well be an adept lover and there was no chance of either falling in love with the other. Smiling she thought 'The perfect lover.' From the first day Hugh had seen Christina he knew that he wanted to fuck her, but then that was nothing different as he usually wanted to fuck any good looking woman he met. He made it quite obvious to his young pupil that he was attracted to her. They were both aware of the mutual attraction, but Hugh was, unusually for him, a little reticent to make a play for her. That was not just due to their closeness at work and the potential 'collateral damage' if it became known in chambers, but also because he was rather worried about the twenty plus years age difference. He had not bedded any woman with such a gap in years between them. Christina, on the other hand, had few reservations, but was not inclined to take the lead and let him think she was seducing him. Her line of thinking was that if he wanted her and went about it the right way, she would probably go along with it, but she was not going to put herself in the position of the 'predator.' Since her teens she had had a 'thing' about older men and had been with several. As they got to know each other and worked more closely together so they started to flirt. Hugh was suggestive and Chrissy was receptive. This was well before PC reared its ugly head and they both enjoyed the banter between them. Despite Hugh being an eminent QC and Christina simply a pupil, a trainee, they got on well in a relaxed and intimate way. Without anything being said to the other they both came to the conclusion that they probably would sleep together if and when the situation presented itself. As a pupil in a barrister's chamber Christina's master, as Hugh was called, was charged with delivering a certain amount of formal training as well as having her 'shadowing' him in meetings and courtrooms. They had agreed when she started working for him that the bulk, if not all the formal training would be done after the normal working day, if there is such a thing in the law, Christina had thought having become used to working regularly twelve or fourteen hour days. "This evening Chrissy, we are going to focus on courtroom communications," Hugh said as they sat in his rooms in the Temple, some of which, Hugh's included, dated back to Elizabethan times in the sixteenth century. Whilst attractive and full of tradition they were, despite the central heating, usually freezing cold. After they had finished work at eight, he had poured them both a glass of red wine. "I think we have earned a drink don't you, Chrissy?" "I would like to think so." "Well everyone else has gone so it can be our secret." They settled into the easy chairs at one end of the cluttered room, near the windows looking out over the cobbled courtyard that ran down to the Embankment and the Thames. Christina sat on a sofa and Hugh on an armchair opposite her providing him with a great view of her shapely, black nylon covered legs. Without a sign of embarrassment he stared at them. With an equal lack of embarrassment she saw that, but did nothing about it and simply sat there with them crossed staring at him, a slight smile on her face. "In court Chrissy," he said getting up and walking round the room actually as if in a court room, and stood behind her. Trying to look down the front of her crisp white blouse that he thought had one more button undone than it had previously he went on. "You have to project yourself, be committed and in effect sell yourself." He moved right behind her and taking a deep breath rested both hands on her shoulders. She was wearing a black, M and S, light wool suit with a skirt that reached her knees. The jacket had three buttons all of which were open. She jumped when she felt his hands rest on her shoulders and at first she went to move away, but then realising that it felt quite nice and it was not at all out of keeping with the flirty relationship that was developing between them, she did nothing. "You have to use all your faculties and skills on the jury, but also on the judge," Hugh said his finger softly rubbing the young woman's shoulders. It felt nice for both of them and Hugh began to think that perhaps now was the time. He started to harden and felt that it would be best if he sat down. He did not want to embarrass himself if this was going nowhere. He told her that she needed to be sharp with her diction and that she should practice being both concise and precise. Just before he moved away he took a risk and slid his fingers downwards. As he did that, he said. "Make frequent eye contact with the judge, but also with members of the jury. Visual communications are every bit as important as verbal ones, so use both." His finger went slowly past her collar bones and rested on her upper chest just above where the swell of her pert breasts flared outwards. That movement had made Chrissy jump again and as she felt them sliding slowly downwards she thought that he was going to cup her breasts and was slightly surprised when he stopped and moved away. She realised with a jolt that she was also rather disappointed. He came and sat beside her. "With your looks and er, um..." He paused before continuing as he ran his gaze up and down her youthfully firm and lithe body. "Figure, you can seduce the jury." "So it's not just the quality of the argument?" She asked realising that Hugh was sitting closer to her than was normal; their hips and legs were almost touching. "No, no, no, it's often as much how you present the information and how persuasive you are," he told her feeling his erection becoming full, but thankfully getting held up in the folds of his shirt and boxers. "Posture is also very important. Looking confident and relaxed when you say something gives it much more credibility than if said in a hesitant way." "Yes of course I understand that." "Never wear trousers and make sure your skirts are the right length." "And what length is that?" Based on the probable hundred or so woman he had seduced during his flirting career, Hugh felt confident about his pupil now. "Well Chrissy," he said hesitantly as he plucked up the final elements of his courage. "With legs like these," he went resting his fingertips on her knee and pausing. Chrissy, although vastly less experienced than Hugh, knew full well what was going on. They were playing the 'will she won't she game,' he was testing the waters and giving her the chance to pull out and stop him before there was a major loss of face. Far more coolly than she felt she looked at his hand on her knee then into his eyes. "Yes Hugh, with legs like these?" "They should not be covered up, but your skirt should not be too short." "Just on the knee perhaps?" Chrissy offered. "Like this one?" "Yes my dear this is the perfect length," he went on softly stroking her knee as he continued. "You have to be persuasive especially with the judge, but also to the solicitors. Do you think you can be Chrissy?" "Yes I think so." "That's both verbally and body language." "Hmmm, not so clear there." "Well for instance, never stand with crossed legs, don't stand with your arms by your side and don't lean against the table," he said his hand now having moved a few inches up her leg so that it was pressing against the hem of her skirt. "Do you get what I mean? Body language is so important." "Yes I understand that now Hugh." "So Chrissy," he went on leaning a little closer to her as his fingers gently squeezed her leg six inches or so above her knee. "Do you think you can be persuasive with both words and gestures?" "Yes Hugh I think I can," she said placing her right hand on top of his left one that was resting on the sofa between their hips. Sexual Contradictions Loving the feeling of her hand on his, he looked into her eyes and said in hardly more than a croaky whisper. "And how would you do that Chrissy?" Coolly holding his gaze and with a slight smile on her lips, she replied. "Would this help Hugh," as she slowly uncrossed and opened her legs?" "Oh Chrissy," he sighed putting his left arm round her shoulders and kissing her. Feeling no resistance whatsoever he slid his other hand up the inside of Chrissy's parted legs. As his fingers found the lacy tops of her stockings when he had been expecting tights, a low moan escaped from his lips. "Oh you naughty, naughty girl," he whispered. "Don't you like them Hugh?" "Oh baby, I just love them," he groaned stroking that patch of such sensitive skin between the stocking tops and a woman's groin. They kissed, long and deep. He broke it. "Let me see these fucking stockings you wicked wench." Giggling, Christina helped him roll the skirt up so that it was bunched around her hips. "Oh Chrissy you are such a terribly naughty girl," he groaned taking in the lacy, black stocking tops of the holdups and the mere slither of black lace of her tiny thong. His hand slid upwards the few inches that were needed to cover the gap between the stocking tops and her panties. The side of it went between her legs and pressed against her lips through the material of the thong, it was encouragingly damp. His upturned thumb expertly found Christina's clit and rubbed that. The young woman's body shuddered with the massive sensations that sent through it. "Oh god, oh yes," she groaned as his fingers slid slightly inside her taking the thong with them. "Is the door locked Hugh?" she groaned. "Yes of course, I did that ages ago." "You cheeky sod," she grinned as they kissed again. "Wearing stuff like this and you call me a cheeky sod," he laughed back. "Well perhaps we both are then." "Yes I think we may well be so let's get that skirt off and get you lying across the arm of the sofa so I can fuck you from behind." And he did just that. * 2002 Over the next few years Christina's career blossomed and her affair with Hugh intensified. During the remainder of her pupillage her 'training' became intense often lasting up to ten or eleven in the evening usually in the chill of the chambers of the Inner Temple, but now and then in his apartment in Chelsea Harbour, in a hotel when they were away on business or occasionally in her tiny flat in Bethnal Green. As would be expected from an honours graduate from Cambridge, Christina picked things up quickly. Hence, the formal parts of the training were often finished in, at the most, an hour it was the informal parts that took the time. And they usually involved her being naked or near so as Hugh explained some finer points of the law to her. As the young woman had suspected and had started to find out when Hugh was training her on communications that evening she 'opened her legs', he was a good lover. But then so was she. Whereas he had the experience and vast knowledge, she had the beauty, the litheness of her body, the pertness of her breasts and bottom and the tightness of her pussy to offer. And Hugh took and enjoyed all of those just as Christina revelled in his expert tongue and the way that he used his awesome cock. Although working closely with such an eminent lawyer as Hugh was a great help to her, it was not just that which put her career on such a steep curve of success. Christina was excellent at making contact with people who could be useful to her and her networking skills were fantastic. Hence, she got to know and got on well with a number of solicitors who specialised in criminal work and they provided her with a steady stream of fairly lucrative work. As a consequence, she only rarely had to use the persuasion skills she had so blatantly illustrated to Hugh during that training session some ten years ago This was to the extent that at the almost unprecedented young age of thirty two she set up her own firm. Hugh, the Clerk of the Chambers, her friends and family all advised her against it. In the UK, barristers are required to be self-employed and cannot be approached by the public direct who have to go through a solicitor first. This means that most barristers need either, to have private means or, be able to borrow sufficient funds to see them through a couple of years whilst they build the business or be well in with a few solicitors who will provide them with cases. Christina, though, had another reason for striking out on her own, she had a backer and an influential one to boot. Walking out of Snaresbrook Crown Court in East London, still in her barrister robe, but without the wig, Chrissy was engulfed in a crowd of clapping, cheering, laughing and shouting men and women. She had just successfully defended a small-time crook who had been charged with grievous bodily harm in connection with running a protection racket. He, she and the cheering crowd along with the judge and jury were aware that he was as guilty as hell. However, Chrissy as she had many times in the past found a loophole through which she had driven a coach and horses. The judge had no alternative but, probably reluctantly, to advise the jury to find him not guilty. Micky Reese, who had been the accused grabbed her, pulled her to him and kissed her on both cheeks. "Fucking brilliant brief, thanks a million." Just as he did, her phone buzzed telling her there was text. It was from Hugh congratulating her on yet another coup and saying 'keep this up and you will make partner by the time you are thirty-five.' Little did he know that this was to be on of the last cases that Christina handled for MHC. Smiling, she looked up at the group of well-wishers, friends, family and hangers-on gathered round cheering and saying how great she was. She recognised a number of faces of men she had defended. Micky's older brother Freddy came up to Chrissy and kissed her on both cheeks. She had met him a few times during both this case and an earlier one that she managed to get dropped for one of Freddy's 'friends. Tall, with longish black hair, he was a good looking man with perfect manners and the confident air of a successful entrepreneur or Godfather, which was nearer the truth. Christina knew that he had never been found guilty of anything although he had been arrested several times, once for murder. It was rumoured that he and his 'family' had millions in off shore accounts and that he was now trying to legitimise the family's businesses. Chrissy was attracted to him for she found him quite fascinating and very sexy. This attraction was reciprocated by Freddy and there was a degree of flirting whenever they met. She realised that once again her habit of finding contradictions in her life was kicking in. The idea of feeling attracted to one of the most successful and biggest crooks in England whilst having an affair with an eminent barrister who it was said would shortly become a judge appealed strongly to her sense of enjoying contradictions "Thanks Chrissy, that was quite some performance in there I can see you getting quite a lot more work from our friends and family." Christina knew that Freddy Reese pretty much owned the East End of London as far as prostitutes, clip joints, strip clubs, massage parlours, protection rackets, sex chat lines and recently cyber-crime were concerned. She guessed that he was into other crime areas as well, but had no proof of that, although her contacts had told her that he did no 'do drugs,' which was a relief to her. "I hope you will join us Chrissy for a celebration. We have booked the club at Quo Vadis," he asked naming an old, established restaurant in Soho. "Unfortunately, I can't I have an appointment this evening." "It's really important to Micky, Christina," Freddy said his voice becoming stern. "We will be there very late." "Well maybe I could pop in later for a drink, but I have a heavy day tomorrow so I will not be able to stay long," she replied thinking of the massive brief she had to read tomorrow before meeting the client and his solicitor at five in the evening. Freddy moved closer and gripping Christina's arm quite tightly with the back of his hand pressing against the side of her breast he put his mouth near to her ear. "It would mean a lot to Micky and our parents as well as me Chrissy, so please try very hard won't you?" "I will," she promised feeling quite rightly somewhat threatened, but also excited by Freddy. Christina's appointment that evening had been to go dogging at Alexandra Palace with Martin where he had fucked her on the back seat of his Merc with an audience looking on from outside the car. Following the three days of intense concentration and arguing in court, Chrissy needed a diversion. The sordid situation of having sex with a virtual stranger whilst total strangers looked on provided both that diversion and yet another beautiful contrast with being in court for her. After he dropped her back at the Shoreditch House she caught a cab to her flat in Bethnal Green. She had a quick shower, fussed with her hair and make-up and changed into a black, cocktail dress. She knew from previous experience that these 'underworld' parties were usually dressy. For some unexplainable reason she found herself slipping into her, as she termed it 'underwear to be undressed in,' that she usually reserved for Hugh. The party was in full swing on the first floor QV club in Soho that Freddy had taken over for the evening. When Christina arrived at just after ten, she was given a rousing welcome. The leader of the five piece group stopped the music and said over the microphone. "Sorry to stop the music and dancing ladies and gentlemen but one of the stars of the evening has just arrived. Not only is she beautiful with a figure to die for, but she's also brainy. Please welcome the Reese family brief, Ms Christina Maria Hunt." The crowd cheered and clapped and like earlier she was surrounded by well-wishers and members of the Reese group. Freddy handed her a glass of champagne and said. "Again Chrissy, well done and thanks, we are and always will be very grateful." Over the next hour or so as loads of people wanted to thank her and congratulate her, including a few of her clients, she found it impossible to slip away as had been her plan; she should have known better and realised that this bash was set to go on most of the night. "Could we have a chat Chrissy," Freddy surprised her by asking as he pulled her away from a group of drunks. "Yes of course," she smiled feeling a little shiver of a combination of lust and fear run through her. "Follow me then." "Where we going," she asked as he led her to rear of the room? "We have an office upstairs, it will be quieter. She had never been alone with Freddy before and the two feelings that had just run through went through again only this time stronger. Opening a door at the back of the club he let her go through first and pointed to the stairs. "Sorry Christina, but in these old Soho buildings we have to use the stairs, there are few lifts." "That's fine," she said starting up the narrow, quite steep staircase. She was acutely aware that Freddy's face would be following closely her swaying bottom in the tight, thin dress. She was equally aware that the flimsy thong with the slither of lace between the rounded cheeks of her bottom would not show through the dress and there would be no VPL for Freddy to see. As she reached the top stair she found herself wondering whether he would realise that. He opened the door with a Yale key and showed her into what was more an apartment than an office; it was beautifully decorated and furnished. "Wow this is lovely Freddy." "Thanks Christina. Drink?" "No thanks, but you go ahead." "No I won't, I don't drink much it's not a good idea in my er, profession, you need to keep a clear head," he replied smiling, which made Christina smile as well. "Nor in mine actually. So what did you want to talk about Freddy?" "Two things," he said indicating for her to sit down. Chrissy sat on the low, black leather, six-seater settee and Freddy sat opposite on a matching equally low chair. Inevitably Chrissy's, just above the knee tight skirt slid up the smoothness of her nylon clad legs. It went a little further than was ideal and she worried a little because she was wearing black, lacy top holdups. As inevitable as it was that the skirt rode up her shapely, slender legs so Freddy's gaze being drawn to them was equally inevitable. She was used to it, though, and thought nothing of it, in fact having one of London's underworld superstars staring at her legs was something of a turn on for her. Just more contradictions she thought as he started to speak. "I won't beat around the bush Chrissy. I want to set you up in business and have you work exclusively for my friends and me." She was shocked. "How do you mean set me up in business?" "Set up your own firm." "You serious?" "Deadly." "Why?" He went on to explain that he wanted a barrister who worked for none of his rivals. They could handle other minor criminal stuff, but nothing for serious crime boys as he called them. She would get all of his and his contacts work and others that he would introduce her too. "Why me," she asked. "Several reasons," he started leaning forward. She did that as well. "You are good, you proved that today with Micky where we had him down for a five stretch at least, and have proved it several other times. You seem to understand what goes on in and how my world works. But I want you in my camp for other reasons too. I want a counsellor, someone whose advice I can seek and who will give it unbiased. I think you can do that. You stand up for yourself very well." They went on to discuss the sort of advice he might seek. "But in reality, Christina, I respect your thinking and brain so I would value your opinion on many topics and issues." "You have any idea how much it would cost?" "No and it is not relevant, but give me and idea." Chrissy explained that she would need a barrister's clerk, a secretary and a researcher. "They'll cost the best part of one-hundred fifty thousand a year, then there are offices, chamber fees, all the admin stuff, computers and the like. "So what a quarter mil to get going and about the same for running costs." "Plus my fees." "Yes of course and they would be at a commercial rate. The more you handle the more you get, right?" "Yes." "One caveat." "I would need you one day a week for meeting and advice." "That leaves six others doesn't it," she smiled as the excitement roared through her just as if she was having an orgasm? "I would pay barrister's rates for that day," he replied also smiling They chatted about some more detail until Freddy said. "So Christina, do we have a deal?" "I think we are getting near to one, but let me sleep on it." "That's fair." "You said there were two things you wanted to talk about?" "Yes and I have not forgotten the second," he said standing up, walking round the room and sitting close beside her on the sofa. "You must be aware that for some time I have fancied you," he said in a matter of fact way. "I had moments." "And so did I," he replied putting his hand on her knee. "And I am having one now. Are you?" She looked him right in the eye as she thought quickly. Over her fourteen or so years of being sexual active, she had learned there are times to play hard to get and others where a quick surrender is the preferred option. "I hope that you are not implying that I have to sleep with you to get the deal?" "Not at all, but it would make that one day consultancy so much more fun and pleasant if you could give me advice in bed wouldn't it?" As he said that he inched his hand slightly further up her leg and Chrissy's mind went back to that time when she had opened her legs for Hugh. She almost giggled when she thought that perhaps she should open them for Freddy, but decided that would be rather crass. Smiling she replied. "Yes Freddy, I guess it would rather." "So is that a yes Christina?" Holding his gaze she said very softly. "Yes." He kissed her. It was a long lingering kiss accompanied by his hands finding and caressing her breasts. "Come to bed with me Christina." She knew that she shouldn't really for she had a complicated brief to read, but she could not resist him. The combination of the excitement of the offer he had made, the pent up desire for him, his admission of wanting her and the sheer thought of having sex with one of the biggest crooks in London got to her and she willingly let him lead her to the bedroom that was off the lounge. His arms round her as they again kissed long and deep the zip on the back of her dress slid down and the material quickly formed a pool of black round her ankles. "Oh my god Chrissy, you look fabulous," he groaned as his eyes took in the see-through, black lace bra, the skimpy thong and the black holdups. "Thanks Freddy," she replied helping him out of his shirt. Her bra and his trousers were quickly removed and they lay on the bed in each other's arms kissing and fondling each other until his fingers inside her thong made her cum. It was not much longer before his cock inside her with her legs wrapped round his waist, made her cum again and thus start their long-term affair. * 2008 and on Christina and Hugh's affair had lasted twenty years. During the last ten of those she also had an affair with Freddy. Yet another contradiction and she loved it. Christina's legal career was built on being a defence lawyer. Although she had numerous opportunities to prosecute, some of which would have been very lucrative compared to what she earned as a defence lawyer, she always turned them down. Her affiliation was with the underdog. She was an avid supporter of New Labour and had worked for Tony Blair when she was at university. Being based in the East End of London she specialised in defending small time crooks and ethnic minorities who were often wrongly accused by the police. Her work was not particularly lucrative and she could quite easily have trebled or quadrupled her income had she have remained at or returned to MHC, but she did not. However, the fees that came from Freddy and his friends for defending them were big and made her financially independent. The consultancy fee for advice that she agreed with Freddy was five thousand pounds per day and quite often she did provide her advice while they were in bed. She was only too aware that in a way she had sold out and had become Freddy's whore, but that did not worry or concern her. In fact she enjoyed it and loved being involved in both his business and his life. Also having two full on lovers, one a gangster and the other a barrister was yet another contradiction for her and she loved it. There were other contradictions too. She loved good clothes, particularly underwear, fine wines, excellent food and an upscale lifestyle, but did not let her career take her down the Midas route where pursuing vast wealth is the name of the game. Her personal life was also full of contradictions. Her sister was married with three children. Chrissy had no interest whatsoever in either, getting married or, having children. She enjoyed her own company and often joked that she was 'training to be a recluse.' As she trundled through her thirties so her sexual desires changed. Not only did her need for sex increase significantly, the way that need was satisfied also changed. She wanted to experience everything. Nothing was too outlandish as long as it was discrete and, preferably she could remain anonymous. And with the guile, subtlety, and detailed planning that the combination of her brilliant brain and legal training provided she managed both. Sexual Contradictions With an anonymous guy she met from a chat room, she tried swinging and enjoyed the variety, but was disappointed at how the married men wanted to date her and cheat on their wives; it seemed to her somehow to go against the spirit of swinging so she stopped. She had a brief fling with a Giles Ponsonby a solicitor, with whom she had been particularly persuasive as she had been taught by Hugh. He was married with three children and was near to becoming a partner in a firm in the magic circle. To Christina's mind that put him in as potentially as exposed a position as her in that if it became known he was having an affair, he would suffer probably more than her. So whilst there was a lack of anonymity, discretion was pretty much guaranteed. It was on the second time they slept together that she noticed how he became what at first she thought was just aggressive. Later she learned that it was not that, but dominance. It started by him holding her arms above her head as he fucked her then doing that as they were kissing. He asked whether she had ever been spanked or tied up. "Have you been fucked while blindfolded?" He asked after she had told him she had not been spanked or tied up. On their next date at his London flat, his family lived in Norfolk, he was very authoritarian. "Get undressed and lay on the bed," he said sternly. Chrissy's first reaction was to tell him to fuck off, but something stopped her and she did as he ordered. Still fully dressed himself he said. "On your back, put your hands above your head and open your legs wide." Again her initial reaction was to refuse, but once more she didn't and she did as he ordered. "Just stay like that as I get something." She lay there for a few moments as he was out of the room. She felt strange. She felt as though he had put her under a spell. She had not done anything like this before. To undress and lay on the bed in the position he had demanded was totally new to her. Oddly though, not only did she get some pleasure from doing as he ordered and from having him stare lustfully at her parted legs, but also she stayed exactly like that while he was out of the room. Chrissy guessed that he was going to undress so she was surprised when he returned still fully dressed. She was even more surprised to see that he was carrying some lengths of rope. "What are they for," she probably naively asked. "I want to tie up Christina, may I?" That was how her excursion into BDSM began; it has continued ever since. After that first occasion, Christina in her lawyerly way researched both the activity of BDSM and why women particularly went for it in such a big way as Fifty Shades suggests. She did not find a simple straightforward answer, but her research indicated that in a reasonable D/s relationship the woman, who was normally the submissive played an equal part to the dom, generally the man. It seems that this equality in a special type of love situation was the strong appeal for many women, although that was not the case with Christina. The appeal of being abused, humiliated, hurt and degraded was far deeper and complicated than playing an equal part in a love affair. The most surprising and in some ways reassuring finding that she identified was that many women in powerful positions in their careers were or would like to be a submissive. Whilst Christina now gained pleasure, excitement and satisfaction from the various activities that she and her solicitor indulged in during their roughly monthly trysts, it was also the aftermath that provided her with as massive a buzz as the sessions themselves. Again, she often thought how the contradictions and contrasts played such a part in her life. Since leaving university she had enjoyed and got a kick from wearing sexy underwear. She revelled in being in court in the typically British, rather ridiculous, calf length, black robe or gown wearing the merest slither of a thong or, perhaps stockings and a suspender belt or holdups under her prim black skirt and crisp, white blouse. As she matured, set up her own firm, developed her relationship with Ferddy and the London underworld, and grew in confidence she would sometimes wear no panties or bra or both. Being the centre of attention in court and strutting her stuff in front of the judge and jury had always been a turn on for her. As her fetish for underwear, or lack of it combined with those sensations, she often thought that the two complimentary feelings might one day give her an orgasm in court. With her BDSM involvement she now had another type of thrill that came to the fore when in court perhaps defending a petty crook or, on legal aid a black kid wrongly accused of running drugs. A court appearance after an evening when Giles had wanted to restrain her often meant she had light burn marks on her wrists or ankles where he had tied her up or the metal handcuffs he sometimes used were too tight. It excited her to have to wear a blouse with sleeves that covered her wrists completely and especially dark stockings. The day after a pain evening where they both gave vent to their S and M needs, Christina would get a massive kick from standing in front of the court looking demure and very lawyerly with red suck and bite marks or candle wax burns on her breasts, thighs and the cheeks of her bottom. She got the biggest kicks, though, when she stood before the judge naked under her crisp, white blouse and black skirt with her bottom flaming red and smarting from the spanking it had received the previous evening. Of course she had to manage carefully the 'trophy marks' that Giles left on her for them both to enjoy so that neither Hugh or Freddy saw them. That meant choosing when she saw them both so that there was sufficient time after a session with Giles for her body to recover. * 2002 At about the same time as Christina was setting up her own firm, Hugh became a judge. For a few months as he was being 'evaluated,' for the position, they cooled their affair. "I would not put it beyond those fuckers to have me followed," he explained. "Look Hugh if you want to leave it," Chrissy said as she sat on the same sofa on which they had first made love. "I will understand." She was sipping a glass of delicious claret and was just wearing black, lacy top holdups. Hugh had fucked her about an hour ago and was naked standing looking out of the window down towards the Embankment and the Thames. "No my dear not at all, I love you and want us to continue, but I do not want to fuck up my judgeship." They were silent for a while. Although they probably did love each other, after all their affair had lasted, on and off for ten years, there had never been talk of taking things further. Hugh had a satisfying married life and loved his children and Christine had no interest I settling, marrying or having children. No, what they had suited both of them perfectly. "I will miss this view though," he said with his back to his mistress. Smiling she said. "I have got a nice view too, have I told you what a lovely arse you have Hugh?" He didn't turn, but said. "I seem to recall you doing so now and then." Chrissy had not met another man who had the confidence that Hugh did when naked. Hard or flaccid he seemed to have few if any inhibitions about his body or being naked in front of her. "Well if we are not going to see each other for a while," she started. "Darling it's not seeing, after all we do work together, it's fucking that may be the issue." "Yes I appreciate that." "But of course you may be required to attend late evening meetings in my office from time to time." "What meetings for seeing or fucking," she smiled as Hugh turned round and looked at his nearly nude lover? "Oh those meeting in the seclusion of my chambers, my love would be purely for fucking." "Then we had better not waste much more time then had we. Come here." He walked over to where Christina was sitting and stood in front of her his knees almost touching hers. She took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. She stroked both and then licked him from the back of his scrotum where that becomes his perineum to the tip of his uncut cock. She rolled his foreskin back and licked round the purple head, pressing the tip of her tongue against the hole. "Is that nice judge," she asked sliding her finger into the crease of his bum. "Mmmm attorney that is splendid," he replied burying his hands in her blonde hair that she had taken down when they had started to make love. "So His Lordship, likes his cock sucked does he," she went on rolling his balls in the palm of her hand and slipping his hardening, slightly cock into her mouth. "Oh yes Ms Hunt he loves Ms Hunt doing exactly what she is doing," he replied reaching down and cupping one of Christina's pert, B cup boobs that had rather small areola, but very prominent almost raspberry sized nipples. "And what is Ms Hunt doing Judge Morecombe?" "She is sucking Judge Morecombe's cock isn't she?" "And making it nice and hard isn't she," Chrissy went alternating between licking Hugh's cock and taking it in her mouth and sucking it. They had developed a habit over the years of talking a lot as they had sex, usually the dirtier the better. "Yes and soon the judge's cock will fill the barrister's mouth," he said pinching and pulling her nipples, which with Giles were often stimulated with nipple clamps. "Mmmm and that's such a lovely feeling," Christina mumbled loving the feeling of his cock growing in her mouth. She knew now that he would not last long. ". "So does the judge want to fuck the advocate," she asked as Hugh's erection reached its fullest. "Not up her cunt no?" "Perhaps her arse," she asked knowing the use of such words would turn both of them on? "Not there either," he groaned squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples very hard. "Where does he want to fuck her then?" Grabbing hold of her head with both hands he held it still and rammed himself in and out of her open mouth. "Right here, the judge wants to fuck the advocate's mouth." And he proceeded to do just that. As he got near Chrissy looked up and caught his eye. He took his cock put of her mouth and began wanking himself. "But does not want to cum there." Chrissy asked. "So your Lordship where do you want to cum?" "On the advocates face and tits," he muttered as his cock spurted several streams of cum exactly where he had said. * 2013 As with so many other aspects of her increasingly complicated life, her relationships with her two lovers were complicated and contrasting. Whilst, without doubt there was a love between her and Hugh and that bound them together, that was not the case with Freddy. With him, Christina had a business deal. Of course there was an attraction and naturally they felt something for each other, but it was more of the nature of lust rather than love. During the twenty years that she had been having an affair with Hugh who was now a well-respected judge and the ten with Freddy, who with her help was now as good as out of the crime world, she had enjoyed many sexual adventures. Although she had no real interest in other women she had with both men willingly been involved with threesomes. In them, she had been naked and had kissed the other woman and had let her caress her breasts and suck her nipples. She had not, though, gone down on them although one had briefly attended to her 'down there.' Recently a thought had been running round her mind more frequently. Smiling she considered it to be the ultimate sexual contradiction. Lying in bed with Freddy one afternoon after a splendid, long and energetic fuck she asked. "Ever thought a threesome with me and another man, Freddy?" She knew that he had did harbour some bisexual thoughts and suspected that he had, at least, some bi and probably gay experiences too. Working with crooks of all levels, Chrissy was surprised at how rife both were in the underworld. "Would you like to CM?" he asked using the nickname of her two names. Stroking his limp cock and running her fingernails across his balls she said. "Yes I think I could be persuaded." A week or so later at Hugh's new apartment in Belgravia she posed the same question. She knew that Hugh had been with several other men so was not surprised when he said that he would love to. "Do you have anyone in mind?" He asked. "Yes I rather think I do Hugh, in fact I am sure I do."