2 comments/ 38624 views/ 4 favorites Client Development By: idoit2myself Work in the law firm progressed without further incident. Josh and I still and sex on occasion, mostly drunk late at night, but I was generally too busy for a relationship. And I didn't know who I was, I didn't like the girl I was becoming. Two guys, two really great guys in twenty five years, and all of a sudden, I'm a call girl for this confident prick. But the fact that we kept hooking up made kept me up some nights wondering what was the matter with me. Work at a law firm is boring. First rate, I studied all my life for this, welcome to a lifetime of homework (really bad homework) boring. The name of the game is client development. If you can be the person who brings in the clients, you don't have to know anything about the law. You have the client who has the work who you give to some associate. The associate gets a cut, but you take home the real money. So every young attorney is always chomping at the bit to get exposure to clients, so they can be a rainmaker. So, last week I was slaving away, when one of the partners in my group tells me I'm going to a client dinner that night. I'm really excited. We did products liability defense for a manufacturing company, and one of the products partners who I didn't know had asked that I attend. I'm in a corporate group, who does IPO filings and such, so this was a bit odd, but the partner in my group said we were looking to get some of their corporate work and I would be a good fit. I showed up in a professional jacket, and skirt, my "go anywhere and look sexy professional" look. I'm rounding the corner into the lobby when I see him, and I realize my life has taken a drastic turn. The mysterious partner who requested I attend this evening is Josh's boss. The same boss whose office Josh and I snuck into one weekend to have sex, who caught us in the office, who we lied to and said I was a callgirl for Josh's birthday, who threw money at me, who I gave a blowjob and then let fuck me on his desk before he fucked, and came in my ass. Other than Josh's boss, there are five of the most powerful attorneys at the firm and a handful of other associates. I introduced myself to the group, and although my bravado was contained in my pounding chest, didn't sense anything remarkable. We made small talk and then three limos showed up. The client was a middle aged Asian man, we shook hands. A partner handed out name tags, which had limo number on them, first to the associates, then to the other partners. He handed mine to me first, and I headed for the purple limo in front. I sat alone in the plush interior of the limo, heart racing, worried Josh's boss might recognize me, vaguely concerned I didn't know very much about the clients business. I figured I'd listen on the ride to dinner, and hope to glean enough information to fake it the rest of the night. I glance out the window, and notice most of the others were already in limos, and that I was alone, and my pulse quicked. But then an attractive Asian associate from my firm (who I'd seen but did not know) climbed into the limo. I saw the client and another partner headed to our limo and realized they invited us because we were attractive young women, and they thought the client would enjoy looking at us. I'm not above using my body to get ahead, and had no problem with it. The partner stuck his head in the limo and said "Be nice to Mr. Yoto." The partner walked to another limo, and Mr. Yoto got it. He sat next to the Asian associate and smiled. He reached out his hand, "Hello, Jen." The Asian associate, Jen shook his hand and smiled. She was exquisite. He leaned to me, "I don't think I've had the pleasure." We shook hands. "Jess. Pleased to meet you." The car started moving. "What do you know about our business?" Showtime, I thought, I can B.S. with the best of them. "Manufacturing, very good financials, very promising quarter, trending up next year." I figured we weren't putting the full court press on a failing company. "Very good answer." He reached into his pocket. He handed something to Jen. "Jen, try this." He looked back at me. "But you don't know very much. Do you?" "No sir. I'm sorry, I—" "I don't mind. Just pay attention. And remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Jen slipped her skirt off. She wasn't wearing any underwear and was completely shaved. "Jen doesn't bill hours anymore. She just entertains me, once or twice a month." He looked me square in the eyes. "You could say she's moved onto the client development side of the business." Jen looked at me, and without a word slipped whatever Mr. Yoto had give her into her shaved pussy. Mr. Yoto pulled out a small remote control (it looked like an Ipod shuffle), and moved his thumb. I could hear a very faint humming noise. "Jess, we make sexy toys. Do you know what those are?" "Yes sir." Jen's hips were gyrating a little now, but she wasn't faking. "Unbutton your shirt." Jen unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. But her hands were trembling slightly now. "Jen, don't break eye contact with Jess." Jen stared at me. We rode in silence, save for the faint humming noise, and the sound of Jen's hips gyrating faster, her ass rubbing against the leather interior. "All of this is being video taped." Another fifteen seconds passed, I watched Jen's pleasure. I could see her wetness. I could feel myself getting warmer. "Jen, why don't you suck my dick for a little while?" Dutifully, Jen took unzipped his pants, and pulled out his dick. "Why don't you do it on your knees in front of me?" Jen got in the aisle of the limo, the back of her right foot touched mine, I was only a foot from her perfect round ass, humming quietly, pussy glistening in the soft light on the limo. I heard her suck him in. "No hands." She worked on him very slowly, he clicked the remote control in his hand, and I could see it speed up in her vibrations. Her leg was shaking slightly, and she was having trouble staying focused on sucking him. She made a slightly audible moan. And then an "Ooooh. OH. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK." She was shaking all over, her mouth inpaled on his dick, choking and trying to scream. And he click the device off. She purred. "Get up Jen. See if Jess will let you slip the device into her." Jen pulled the tiny device out, and touched my inner thigh. I didn't stop her. She reach up my skirt and tugged my panties, she pulled at them until the slipped over my hips, out of my skirt, and off of my legs. She reached the device up against me. I was panting, and delusional with what was going on. This wasn't happening. She slipped it inside me, and rubbed my clit slightly. She spread my legs and moved away. "Sit directly across from her Jen." I felt the humming softly and closed me eyes. "You're going to like this." Minutes passed, and I was gyrating, grabbing an my breasts, still selfconscious of the surroundings, but lost in the whirring in my pussy. It radiated through my body in ever direction. I was building to an orgasm unlike anything I had ever felt before, when the whirring stopped. "Would you like me to continue?" "Yes. Please." Open your eyes. I saw Jen. "Lick her pussy." I couldn't help myself, I needed to what the device was promising. I leaned forward. Jen took my hands and pulled my face into her hot, wet pussy. I licked it slowly from the top to the bottom. The whirring began again. I was building, and licking, and feeling Jen's delicate hands forcefully pulling me into her. I could feel Mr. Yoto moving. Could see his feet on either side of me. Was he straddling my head? The sunroof opened. Instinctively I glanced up. Mr. Yoto was standing on the seat facing Jen, fucking her mouth slowly while he stood out the sunroof. Jen guided me back to her pussy, and my pussy climbed up to the edge and over. I came with a moan muffled in Jen. The speed increased, it was almost too much. Jen pulled my head back. Mr. Yoto was really fucking her mouth now. She pulled my hair back so hard it hurt, and I stared at this stranger fucking this beautiful Asian woman's mouth. The device hit me perfectly at a million miles an hour, and I writhing in uncontrollable pleasure. His pace was slowing now, and I knew he was cumming in her mouth. She pulled my face into her vagina, muffling my moan for a second, and then pulled me up, and turned me over. Mr. Yoto stepped away, and Jen slowly dripped a line of cum out of her mouth into mine. She French kissed me with a mouth full of cum, and we started making out, cum slipping out of our mouths, onto Jen's body. We kept making out, and Mr. Yoto slapped my ass a little while he pulled the device out of me. "Clean her up Jess. Its almost time for dinner." Jen, like a light switch had been turned off, stopped kissing me. She leaned back, and dutifully let me lick all the cum off her body. When I was finished, she got dressed. I mimicked her. She put makeup on and cleaned up in the mirror, I did the same. The limo stopped and we joined the others for dinner. Client Development Ch. 02 It had been months since my client development outing with Jen and Mr. Yoto. We'd left the limo and casually enjoyed an excellent dinner with the rest of the attorneys at a first class bistro. During the dinner I'd waited for another shoe to drop, for the "video" to be shown to the group, for Mr. Yoto to ask Jen to insert the device in my vagina, and for me to lose control around all these people. But, I ordered, I ate, and nothing happened. And in the weeks that followed, I wondered what I would have done. Would I have stopped it? Denied it? As time passed, I thought I would have. I'm a lot of things, but I'm no whore. Work was slow for a few weeks, and associates were starting to hear rumblings about lay-offs. This was especially true in the corporate group, where the deal flow just wasn't the same in the lagging economy. And one day, I got the email. As soon as it popped in my inbox, I knew the email had strings attached. It was from that partner (the one that caught Josh and I, who we had told I was a call girl, who I sucked, who fucked me on his desk, and who came in my ass) and it was title "Client Development Opportunity." When I opened the email, there were only three recipients: me, Jen and Mr. Yoto. A meeting was scheduled in twenty minutes in a board room on the top floor of the office, the message said "I know it is last minute, but I hope you can all come." I cursed the partner under my breath. He wasn't as clever as he thought. He wasn't as smart as he thought. But most of all, he didn't own me as much as he thought. I wasn't going. That was final. I'd had enough. First Josh, then the partner, then that first client development opportunity. But I couldn't deny that my pussy was warm, that I thought fondly of Jen, of that night, of that glow in my body while she and I traded Mr. Yoto's cum. And he had been nothing but a gentleman. And then I thought about how easy it would be for the partner to fire me, what it would feel like to look for a job in this market. I had some money saved up, but that would only last a couple of months in this town. And I didn't have anyone to fall back on. So you could say I spent the first ten minutes talking myself out of the meeting, then the next eight talking myself closer, and two minutes walking to the boardroom telling myself I would leave if it was anything I didn't want to do. The top floor is reserved for the most important meeting, and is intended to be secluded, luxurious, and quiet. It was all those things as I walked down the hallway and pulled open the heavy wooden door... Jen was naked on her back in the center of the table, with her back slightly arched and her legs slightly parted. Mr. Yoto stood over her, on opposite side of the table from me, and was rubbing a thin coast of oil over Jen. "So happy you could join us." The partner, who I had not noticed before, sat at the head of the table, at the far side of the room. I hesitated to leave, but Mr. Yoto caught me eye, and motioned me gently into the room. "I'm glad you are here." I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. I wished I could lock it. Mr. Yoto spoke, "Everything you will do here is being taped. Don't do anything you don't want to do." He paused. I paused, I thought I might leave. He slipped a finger inside of Jen, and she gently whimpered. "Take off your clothes." I stepped out of my shoes, unbuttoned my shirt, slipped out of my skirt, and unclasped my bra. I stood there with my breasts in my hands, I my black g-string, and Mr. Yoto never looked at me. But the partner never looked away. I pretended he wasn't there. Mr. Yoto continued to slowly finger Jen, and I could see her tongue softly licking her lips. I dropped by bra, and slipped my g-string to the floor. "Climb on the table and lay down." I climbed on the table, furthest from the partner, and lay down. Mr. Yoto reached into his pocket and slipped something small into Jen's moist pussy. He rubbed his hands with oil and started with my shoulders, then my breasts, then by stomach and sides and arms, all with the same firm intensity. He put more oil on his hands, and rubbed my hips, my outer thighs, my calves, my feet, and the slowly ran his fingers up my inner calves, my inner thigh, and into my pussy, all without hesitating, without rushing. His fingers were magic, and I was so relaxed (especially considering the circumstances). He reached into his pocket, and slipped a small device into my pussy. I recognized the whirring immediately, it was the same device from the limo. My hips were rocking a head of the pace of the device, I was Pavlov's bitch in heat. "Climb on top of Jen and make out with her." I did as I was told. I slowly crawled over the table, up her legs, straddling her, staring into her beautiful face, I could feel her leg against my inner thigh. She wrapped her arms around me, and pulled me to her. I felt her thick warm lips against mine, and then felt her hot oily breasts and stomach slide against mine. She was kissing more aggressively than me, her tongue in my mouth. Her hips were slowly, but powerfully, thrusting into me. I could feel the device speeding up. I could feel myself panting in between kisses, licking Jen's face, pulling her near. Was I a lesbian? I'd never felt this amazing making love, I wanted to consume her, I was slipping my pussy against her leg, my tongue deep in her throat, trying to make her cum like I was cumming. "Roll over." We switched sides, Jen riding me, me pulling her slippery perfect Asian body onto me. Her breasts smashing into me. I felt like exploding again and again. "Stop." Jen slipped her tongue out of my mouth, and the device stopped whirring. "Get under the table." Jen dutifully crawled off the table, and crawled under it, I followed. I was still in heat. I wanted to make out with her under the table, to turn the device on, the cum all afternoon. I'd never felt so sensual, so hot, so horny. "People are coming in the room. There will be an important meeting. When you see the light come on at a seat, you will service that person." Before I could hear the words, I could see my clothes being scooped up by the partner, and they disappeared. The door opened and before I knew it the room was filled with people making small talk. There were Asian voices, but many American voices. There were mostly men, but some women. Mr. Yoto asked everyone to take their seats. The device in my pussy started whirring slowly. I open mouth kissed Jen, and she looked at me quizzically with a reserved smile. A light went off at a man's seat near me. I could hear Mr. Yoto talking about the new products his company would be unveiling soon. I crawled over to the seat and stopped. I looked for Jen. Were we really going to do this? Another light went off, she crawled over, without hesitation, undid a zipper professionally, and reached in a rubbed the guys dick. The guy didn't act surprised (he didn't jump out of his seat). In a few seconds the dick was hard, average length and girth, and she pulled it into her mouth. The extra height of the conference table was a great help, and I wondered how much of this was staged. The whirring in my pussy sped up, and I undid and faceless zipper, reached in and rubbed a flaccid penis until it was a hard, thick cock, and I slipped my mouth around it. I pumped the cock with my hand, and swirled my tongue around his head. I the whirring made me wetter, hotter, whorish. I wanted this dick, I wanted him cum. I pumped with my hands, sucked gently, squeezed his balls, I could feel him getting harder, tenser, feel his balls squeezing up. He shot a load of cum in my throat, and I kept pumping, making it impossible for him not to squirm a little, he filled my mouth and I had to swallow quickly to keep the cum from dripping out of my mouth on his pants. I kept jerking and sucking until he was dry and starting to soften up. I zipped him up and looked around. Jen was waiting dutifully behind me. We exchanged a cum laden kiss, just as another light went off for Jen. She crawled away and a wave of orgasm washed over me. I wanted to scream, but I squeezed my chest instead. Anther light went off, and I went to punish the man with ecstasy. I crassly unzipped his pants, rubbed his dick hard, then soft, and put my face in his lap, almost moving his chair, I was heaving in his crotch, cumming and muffling my scream in the cloth covering his balls. His dick was hard quickly, and he was in my mouth, I was pumping, not too fast, but very firm. The whirring in my pussy was out of control, I wanted this dick inside me, I needed him to fuck me, to pound me, to grab my hips and to grind into me, I wanted him to fuck my face, squeeze my tits and be rough. I tried to deep throat him and gagged, but went back for it again. I was pumping him dick with my hands, fingering his balls. That's when Jen starting licking my asshole. I looked back at her, she smiled, dripped some cum out of her mouth onto my asshole, and she licked around my hole. She sticks it into my hole and I exploded. I turned and focused on the dick in front of me, started sucking and jerking, and cumming. I used by other hand to reach back to this guy's asshole, and to finger around it slowly. He was tensing up, I stuck my finger in the whole, ever so slightly, and he exploded in my mouth. He reached his hands under the table, grabbed my hair roughly and used my head to fuck his dick. Went he was done he threw me off his dick and sat back in his seat. We both sucked a couple more dicks, made out with each other in between, and even went down on a few women (I let Jen do most of these, because she seemed to be better at it). After a while, no more lights came on, the meeting was wrapping up. I heard something about the video collection, the lights switch off, and heard audio. I knew very quickly it was the limo ride. And the whirring in my pussy slowed and the sped up. He was teasing us down here. The room was watching me go down on Jen, watching Mr. Yoto fuck Jen's face. And we were under the table, cum in our hair, making out with each other, not caring. Exhausted. Soon they were watching Jen and I swap cum, and then soon they were gone. "Get out from under the table." I was a mess, but not embarrassed. "I will fuck you now." Mr. Yoto bent me over the table, and pulled out that magic whirring device. "What have you been missing?" "Your dick sir." He thrust slowly into me. Much larger than I expected. I was staring at the partner again. I was getting fucked in front of him again. "Jen, lick my balls while I fuck your friend." Jen disappeared behind me. He pulled me by my elbows, impaling me on his dick. I could tell he wouldn't last long, he been enjoying us for well over an hour now, and this fuck was everything he had wanted. I could feel the power, the need of his thrusts. He pulled out quickly and shot across Jen's face and breasts. He threw me into her. "Clean her." I lay down on of Jen, smearing his cum into me, kissing her, licking her. The partner meekly asked "Can I cum on them?" "Lay back, let me jerk off on you." We lay with our faces together, the partners straddles our faces and jerked his dick. It didn't take long and there was another load of cum sprayed over us. Jen cleaned me up, and I returned the favor, as Mr. Yoto and the partner left the room. Jen and I cleaned up and dressed in silence. I returned to my office exhausted, and surfed the internet wonder what had just happened to me.