1 comments/ 47302 views/ 4 favorites Norah's First Deposition By: aislin brody Norah sat in Paul’s office trying to figure out why he had called them in. They were waiting for Evan, who was still on the phone with a client. She knew that Paul, Jim, Kurt, and the other partners were aware of her problems with Evan, but she thought that she had successfully kept her disagreements with her coworker to a minimum. Now, she guessed, Paul wanted to give them further counseling on how to get along with each other. Norah was the newest in the firm, the only female attorney, in this high profile group. It was the oldest law firm in town, with clientele from all over the world. She had a hard time of it at first; she knew that Paul had gone all out to get the other partners to agree to hire her, and she felt that she owed him personally for his efforts. She always did whatever he asked, usually staying late and working weekends on endless briefs and covering other mundane details in order to prove her dedication and her worth to the firm. Although she never complained about any job thrown her way, and even though she usually accomplished things in a thorough and efficient manner, she still felt that the senior partners, Jim and Kurt, didn’t respect her. They were traditional thinkers, old fashioned and conservative, and they openly teased Paul as being a radical weirdo for wanting to “save the world” by hiring first Evan, and then Norah. Evan Anderson was Paul’s other “good deed”; he had been hired five years ago, right out of law school, like Norah. Also, he was a first for the firm, the first African American attorney. It had taken the senior partners a while to get used to Evan’s presence, but after five years, he was one of the guys. Norah had tried to befriend Evan in the beginning. She’d thought he was dapper and attractive, with his dark good looks. He had a tall, muscular physique and he was charming and witty with the other women; but whenever he dealt with her alone, she found him to be arrogant and snobbish. She had assumed that he’d come from a disadvantaged background, and Evan was immediately offended by her assumption. She found out from Paul that Evan had had a privileged upbringing, even more so than Norah, and Paul had chosen him, like Norah, for his law school performance and his drive and determination. Since then, Evan had been frosty towards her. They avoided each other whenever they could, but of course, since they worked for the same firm, they were bound to share work sometimes. On these occasions, they usually spent most of their time arguing and sniping at each other. Evan was always suspicious of Norah, and Norah complained that he condescended to her. Norah was a very prideful woman, and she never let him get away with treating her like an idiot without putting up a fight. “Evan says he’ll only be a few minutes more,” Sandy, the receptionist, popped her head in. She gave Norah her usual raised eyebrow as she left the room. Norah was aware that a number of her coworkers assumed that she was hired for her looks. She was an attractive woman, but for most of her life, she’d tried to downplay the fact. She never wore anything provocative or revealing; she usually dressed in dark or muted colors, and she wore pantsuits or the occasional knee-length skirt to work. She always wore her shoulder length black hair pinned up, and she hid her intense blue eyes behind dark rimmed glasses. She was always professional and aloof at work, not wanting to give anyone an excuse to accuse her of sleeping her way to the top. She didn’t really care about what the others thought, but she was smart enough to know that sometimes a nasty rumor could be dangerous enough to ruin a career. “Sorry I’m late,” Evan finally walked in, stepping between Norah and Paul, almost tripping over Norah’s high-heeled feet. He gave her a dirty look as he sat down. “It’s okay,” Paul folded his hands. Norah could feel worry building up. Whenever Paul folded his hands, bad news was coming. “Let me get right to the point…” It must be about our latest argument, Norah thought. “Harold Mayer’s getting divorced, and he wants us to handle things for him.’ Harold Mayer was an eccentric millionaire, who had just married a woman young enough to be his granddaughter, two years before. He owned many properties in different states, including a ranch in Arizona, fifty miles outside of Phoenix. Paul told them that Harold’s young wife had filed a restraining order against him, so he was staying in a hotel in Phoenix. Norah and Evan were to fly there the next day to take a deposition. As he gave them further instructions, Norah’s worry grew tenfold. “I don’t understand,” Evan spoke up. “We have to go together? Why?” “Well,” Paul explained, “Kurt’s on vacation, Jim’s working on the Mitchell case, and I have three different cases that I’m running behind on. I know that you two already have loads of work, but Jim or I can take care of all that until you get back.” “How long do you think this is going to take?” Norah asked. “It shouldn’t take more than a few days.” “A few days!” Norah cried. “Harold’s a bit strange; he takes patience and care, something that you two seem to have an infinite amount of with other people, but you don’t have any of when it comes to dealing with each other.” “Then why are you sending us together?” Evan asked. “I should be able to polish the old man off in a few hours.” “I want you to go together. It will be a good experience for Norah.” Norah started to grind her teeth at this comment. Paul made it sound as if Evan would have the upper hand. She looked at Evan, wondering if he would dare to complain. He was just as eager to prove himself as she was; he didn’t seem to be budging. “So, you’ll fly tomorrow,” Paul said. “Sandy’s made all the arrangements.” Norah had almost tuned him out, imagining the headache of spending a long flight sitting next to Evan. She looked at him again, but he was careful to keep his face neutral. She stood up as soon as Paul finished talking, rushing back to her office to try to finish up her work, or at least leave her notes in an understandable format in case Paul or one of the others had to look through her files while she was gone. --- Norah had to trot to keep up with Evan. He had rushed ahead of her, as soon as they’d deplaned. He didn’t seem to be walking fast, but he was a lot taller than she was, and she had worn heels, so she kept up a breathless pace as he strolled through the airport. She also had more baggage than he did, and true to form, he’d made a sarcastic comment about her garment bag, purse, briefcase and overnight bag when they’d met at the airport back home. He had only brought a garment bag and his laptop bag, and he didn’t offer to carry any of her things for her, so she kept losing step with him, stopping to adjust the weight of her luggage from time to time. He drove the rental car, pulling off before she even closed her door completely. Norah’s temper had about boiled over at this point, but she knew that they had a long drive before they reached their hotel, so she decided to avoid having a war with him in the car. He spent most of the drive gabbing on his cell phone, openly making snarky comments about having to be stuck with her for this trip. She stared at the passing scenery, counting the minutes until they would be able to go back home. They arrived at the hotel to discover that a tech industry convention was being held in town. The hotel lobby was bustling, and Evan dealt with the clerk while Norah went to the restroom to freshen up from the heat. It was one hundred plus degrees outdoors, and even though they’d driven with the air conditioning running on high, they could still feel the sun blaring down on the car. Norah emerged from the restroom to find Evan talking to the hotel manager. She quickly approached him, to see what was wrong. “I can’t believe this. What do you mean, ‘The place is full’?” Evan glared down at the shorter man. The manager looked tentatively at Norah, but she looked to Evan, with a question on her face. “I’m sorry, Sir,” the manager said. “The situation just can’t be helped. We’ve experienced a plumbing emergency, as well as problems with the A/C, and the rooms you have reserved are both in a section of the hotel where the system has broken down.” Evan rolled his eyes and turned away from the man. “Well, since you can’t honor our reservation, I want to know if you can get us rooms somewhere else.” “Certainly, Sir. We’ll see to it right away.” Evan clenched his jaw, turning away from Norah and pulling out his cell phone. She decided to have a seat while they waited. After half an hour, Evan approached her, waving a sheet of paper in her face. “Come on, here are the directions to our new accommodations.” Norah gathered her things for the next workout, half-running after Evan to reach the car. At the next hotel, they were dismayed to discover that the clerk who’d gotten the room for them had made a mistake. It was a single room, with one bed, instead of two separate rooms, or even one room, with two beds. Instead of standing aside, this time Norah complained along with Evan, to no avail. “I’m sorry,” the clerk apologized, “but it’s the only room we have left. The convention has us all booked up. And I’ve heard from several guests that all the other hotels are booked up as well.” Evan cursed under his breath and turned away, taking the key from the girl. He looked at Norah briefly as if to ask her something, but only cleared his throat. “I don’t think we’re going to get anything better,” she told him, “unless we sleep in the car.” “I could kill Paul for this,” Evan sounded exasperated. “It’s only for a day or two,” Norah tried to sound optimistic, blowing a lock of hair out of her face. They went up to the room, which was a small one. “There’s not even a couch in here,” Evan complained. Norah stood in the doorway, in disbelief, staring at the double bed. She almost offered to sleep in the car, but she knew that that would never really work. “I’ll sleep in the chair; I’m a light sleeper anyway. I can never get any real rest away from home,” she offered nervously. He rolled his eyes at her. “You don’t have to give me any faux chivalry; I’ll sleep on the floor. Just see if there are some extra linens in that closet.” “You know,” Norah’s temper was rising again. “I’m tired of you talking to me like I’m your servant.” He looked her up and down, with a slight scowl on his face. “What time is it?” “It’s almost eight.” “Damn, too late to call on the old geezer today. It’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” he paused. “I need a drink.” “You mind if I use the car?” she asked. “No, go right ahead.” he tossed her the keys as he loosened his necktie. --- After she had changed into something cooler, Norah set out to explore the town. She bought a map and studied it over dinner, then drove around for awhile, wishing the time would go by faster. She was reluctant to go back to the hotel; she tried to stay out late enough for Evan to be asleep when she returned. This was akin to her worst nightmare; she couldn’t have imagined a more cruel punishment. Having to spend all this time in close quarters with Evan was going to be difficult. Norah couldn’t understand why he was still so evil to her, even after she had apologized for any misunderstanding or any insult that she had cast upon him. Sometimes, she thought it was a shame that they didn’t get along better. She had seen that he could be charming; he often charmed female witnesses and judges, with his handsome smile. She had to admit that he was good looking. He had intense dark brown eyes, a devilish smile with perfect teeth, and a strong, squared jaw line. He was very tall, taller than all the other men in the firm, and you noticed him whenever he walked into a room. And he was dark; Norah had tried to come up with a different descriptor in her head for his color, but chocolate was always the first thing that came to her mind. He usually wore expensively tailored suits, and Norah could tell that he had a chiseled physique underneath. He was decidedly debonair; Norah often thought that if they didn’t work together, and if he wasn’t so sour and arrogant, that she might like to date him. She hadn’t had a date in a long time, six months, to be exact. Norah was always busy with work, and she didn’t feel that it would be fair to subject anyone to her relentless work schedule. She was usually too exhausted to do much socializing, anyway; she just resigned herself to the fact that an active social life would have to wait a few more years. Norah trudged up to the room, finally tired, worn down by the heat from earlier in the day, and from the long restless flight in. It was almost midnight; she wasn’t sure if Evan was a night owl or not, but she hoped that he was either asleep, or still out at the bar. Outside the door, she could hear voices. He’s watching TV, she thought, sliding the key card into the door. Inside, the room was dark. She slipped in quietly, in spite of the noise, just in case he was asleep. She peered through the darkness, noticing that the TV wasn’t on, and that the noises were coming from the bed. Her eyes widened in disbelief, as she quickly realized that Evan had brought a woman back to the room, and that they were having hot and heavy sex on the bed. The woman was practically screaming, and as Norah’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she saw that Evan was on top of the woman, pumping her pretty deeply, judging by the creaking of the mattress. The woman was clawing at his chiseled back and gripping his taut, firm ass cheeks, moaning and cooing with each of his thrusts. Evan was grunting slightly; he kept up a slow rhythm, grinding into the woman, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Norah, embarrassed to the core, closed herself into the bathroom. She lowered the lid on the toilet, and sat there for a while, hoping that they would finish up so that she could at least get a little sleep in the chair. Unfortunately for her, they kept at it, for a long time. Norah kept a tally, yawning her way through the second hour of their fervent activity. She tried not to squirm, feeling herself becoming slightly aroused by the sounds of their copulation, with the woman constantly moaning about Evan’s “big cock”, and how deeply he was plowing into her. Norah eventually fell asleep on the toilet, finally waking up to find Evan coming in. She blinked her eyes, momentarily forgetting where she was. As she realized the awkward situation she was in, she got a close up view of Evan’s pecs as her eyes hurriedly moved up to focus on his face. She had caught a glimpse of the rest of his body, but in her embarrassment, she looked away. Even in her confusion, she knew that it wouldn’t be prudent to be caught staring at his crotch, so she’d immediately looked up toward his face. He stood in the door, groggy, staring at her for a moment. It seemed that he had forgotten where he was as well, also not realizing that he was naked. “Excuse me,” he stepped into the small bathroom as she stood up. Norah was afraid to stay because he was about to use the toilet, but she was also afraid to leave because she didn’t know if the woman was still in the bed or not. She stepped out of the bathroom, relieved to find that the woman had left. The sheets were crumpled, and Evan’s clothes had been tossed on the chair that she had intended to sleep in. Norah could smell sex in the air, and she looked at the mess, along with the used condoms in the wastebasket, feeling the hair on her neck stand on end. She shook her head, trying to erase the image of his dark, sculptured body from her mind. “You’re such an animal!” she spit at Evan as he emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “I didn’t think you were coming back… I figured that maybe you’d gotten lucky, too.” “Why couldn’t you have gone to her room?” “She doesn’t have one; she’s the bartender.” Norah shook her head in disgust, tossing his clothes onto the bed. Suddenly, she changed her mind about trying to finish the night in the chair. She picked up her key card, moving toward the door. “Where are you going?” Evan asked. “Downstairs.” --- Norah and Evan stood in the lobby of Harold Mayer’s hotel waiting for him to join them for their breakfast meeting. They were to conduct a short interview before the actual deposition; that would happen after they’d procured the services of a stenographer. She was still angry with Evan, and standing in the same room with him was starting to make her skin crawl. He was just as smug as ever, trying to hide his obvious hangover from her. She made sure to talk loudly and to make as much noise as possible, continuously slamming doors as she had showered and dressed. She had originally thought of kicking him out of the room, but she’d decided that torturing him would make her feel better. She threatened to report him to the partners for sexual misconduct, for exposing himself to her, but he immediately ridiculed her idea, saying that no one would take her seriously. “Oh, come on. You act as if you’d never seen a naked man before.” “I never asked to see you naked.” “It was a mistake. I didn’t know you were there.” “You didn’t know that I was there the whole time you were plowing into that tramp, did you?” “Why did you stay, then? You knew what was going on when you came in, and you stayed? What kind of freakiness is that?” “Don’t turn this around on me…” “I’m just trying to show you how ridiculous your claim sounds. I didn’t purposefully expose myself to you. You’re none the worse for it…” “You need to learn to keep it in your pants…” “Oh, lighten up. You just need to let someone get up that skirt of yours every now and then.” Norah was shocked by this last comment. “How dare you?” she glared at him. “I have half a mind to…” “Good morning,” a middle-aged woman approached them. “Are you here to see Mr. Mayer?” “Yes,” Evan spoke up. “I’m Ms. Penney, Mr. Mayer’s secretary. Come this way, please.” They followed Ms. Penney into the hotel restaurant. Norah watched as Evan hesitated, shading his eyes; the dining room was brightly lit by a cluster of skylights. She made sure to clop her heels on the terracotta floor more firmly so that she could make as much noise as possible. “Could you walk a little softer?” he immediately complained. “You sound like a damned race horse.” When they finally met Mr. Mayer, Norah could see why Paul had labeled the man “eccentric”. Harold Mayer was dressed in a period piece 1930’s pinstriped suit, with a very obvious synthetic looking toupee hanging off center over his face. He looked like he was dressed to go to a costume party, playing the role of a gangster. Evan introduced them. “Mr. Mayer? Evan Anderson, and Norah West.” Harold stared at Norah for so long, that she began to blush. When she extended her hand for him to shake, he took it and pressed his lips onto it instead. His lips were small and wet, and Norah fought the impulse to wipe her hand on the back of her skirt. “Sit down, sit down,” the old man directed them. “Let’s have breakfast first, and then we’ll get down to business. I’m sure that Miss North will take better notes after she’s had a decent breakfast.” Norah blinked her eyes. “West,” she corrected him. “What’s that?” the old man was concentrating on sipping his bloody mary. “Ms. West. That’s my name.” Evan cut his eyes at her. She knew that he wanted to tell her that this was no time for her to play the feminist, but she didn’t care how much money the old man had. After a short breakfast, Evan began the interview. Everything that Paul had said was proving to be true; the old man was spacey and long winded. They had to keep reminding him to stick to the facts, and to answer the questions simply and honestly. He kept telling inappropriate jokes and private stories about his dalliances with and without his young wife. Norah got the shock of her life as she felt the icy metal tip of the old man’s cane slowly pushing her skirt up her thigh, but when she started to jump out of her seat, Evan put a hand on her arm to subdue her. Norah's First Deposition After four hours, the old man made an announcement. “I’m tired now. I’ve been a little ill, lately, and the doctor says that I have to get my rest. We’ll continue this tomorrow.” Evan and Norah watched wide-eyed as Harold Mayer stood up and allowed Ms. Penney to escort him out of the restaurant. “How did we get roped into this?” Norah muttered with disgust, stuffing her notes into her briefcase. Evan sighed. “At this rate, it’ll take us two weeks to finish. We’ll have to give him some coaching before we start with the stenographer, to get him to lay off the dirty bits.” “My head is starting to hurt,” Norah complained. “I’m going back to the room to sit in the chair, just so you’ll know.” She didn’t want to risk him bringing another woman to the room while she was there trying to rest. He seemed to be reading her mind. “Don’t worry. I’m a pretty resourceful man.” “I’m sure,” she smirked. She had spent the rest of the previous night nodding off in a chair in the hotel lobby. She was working on minimal sleep and a stiff neck, and the heat wasn’t helping things. She longed to be home again, so that she could stretch out on her bed, after a long, hot bath. Norah was in a rush to get back to the hotel; she’d ripped the sheets off the bed while Evan was in the shower, leaving a note for the maid requesting new ones. She intended to nap in the bed while he was gone, then, try to finish off the night in the chair. Her body was growing wearier by the minute, and she was glad that he was driving, because she knew that she was too tired to carry on much longer. In her hurry to move away from the table, her heel slipped into the groove of the brick floor and broke off, sending Norah reeling. Evan, who was behind her, reached out and caught her before she hit the floor, but when she tried to stand up again, her ankle wouldn’t hold her weight. “Ouch!” “You and those damned heels,” he rolled his eyes. Several of the restaurant staff rushed over with concerned faces. “I’m okay,” she guessed. “I think it’s just a sprain…” “We need the manager over here, now,” Evan ordered. “Evan, what are you doing?” “What do you think I’m doing?” “I’m fine…” “You don’t know that. You need to see a doctor, first.” “I’m fine. I can stand up on it; it just hurts to walk.” “Lower your voice.” “I won’t have you suing this restaurant in my name. I know you just want to make money off of me…” “Will you shut up?” he hissed as the manager approached. After thirty minutes of wrangling, they slowly made their way to the car. Evan had managed to get a free meal and a lengthy apology from the restaurant. He would have tried for more if Norah hadn’t complained about her swelling ankle. After parking the car, Evan was in a hurry to get out of the heat, so instead of letting Norah lean on his arm as she hopped along, he swept her off her feet, carrying her through the lobby of the hotel. “Evan! Put me down. I can make it on my own.” “Can you?” he put her down. “Yes,” she smoothed her skirt, embarrassed. “We look like newlyweds or something, with you carrying me through this place.” “Okay. I’ll see you upstairs…” “Where are you going?” She panicked. He’d left her in the middle of a long corridor. It was too far for her to walk back to the desk to ask for help, but it was still a long walk to get to the elevators. “Okay,” she relented. Evan picked her up again, carrying her until he gingerly placed her on the freshly made bed. She peeled her shoes off, carefully rubbing her sore ankle. “I’ll get you some ice,” he was surprisingly helpful. Evan sat on the edge of the bed, taking Norah’s foot into his hand and tenderly massaging it. “Does that hurt?” “No.” She sat in disbelief, wondering if the heat had caused him to forget who she was. He rubbed all around the sore part first, warming her muscles up before he moved to her injury. He just held her ankle in his hands for a while, inspecting her foot as if he was a doctor. She looked down at his large, warm hands touching her, his dark skin casting a mesmerizing contrast to her pale leg. She could feel the warmth spreading over her body; not an unpleasant feeling, but a comforting sensation. She rested her head as he massaged her foot, closing her eyes and heaving a deep sigh. “Does that hurt?” he asked, in a half whisper. She shook her head. “Do you want the ice?” “No, just keep doing that.” Evan chuckled. “I can’t believe Mayer tried to poke you with his cane, the old pervert.” Norah’s eyes shot open, and she blushed from the memory of their breakfast meeting. “How did you know?” “He had a near miss with my crotch in his efforts to get to yours.” Norah couldn’t help snickering. “Serves you right.” “Hey, I’m being nice now. I don’t have to spend my precious time tending to the wounded. I could be out enjoying myself.” “All right.” She settled back into the pillows, almost drifting off to sleep. Evan’s nimble hands had moved from her foot to her calf, kneading and rubbing carefully. She was almost asleep again, until she felt a slight draft going up her skirt. Opening her eyes again, she noticed that her legs were open enough for Evan to look up her skirt, if he chose to change position. “Uh,” she sat up awkwardly. “That’s enough. I think I’ll be okay, now. Thank you, Evan.” “Not a problem.” “I guess you can go out and cavort with the hotel employees, now.” He sat looking at her. “What?” she asked, confused at his look. “You look different.” “Of course I look different; I took my glasses off.” “You look better. Your eyes are really nice. And your hair, it looks pretty like that. You should wear it down sometimes.” She stared at him, wondering what he was driving at. “You know, you’re a nice looking girl. Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” Norah was becoming incensed again. “How do you know I don’t have a boyfriend?” “I just do. You’re too uptight.” She sighed, too tired to fight. “I’m too busy with work.” “Well, you should play the field then. You don’t have to keep a steady.” “I’m not a whore.” “Sleeping around doesn’t make a woman a whore.” “Whatever you say… I just know that all of the women that I’ve known who’ve slept around, well, guys are the first to call them whores.” “You need to loosen up, Norah. Life’s short.” “I like to look for quality in my life…” “How do you know what quality is if you haven’t tried different things?” “Are you trying to come on to me?” Norah asked incredulously. “No. That’s not my style. If I wanted to fuck you, I’d come right out and say it.” She clicked her tongue, turning so that she could hang her legs over the edge of the bed. “You should wear colors more often,” Evan commented. “That blue looks nice on you. It brings out your eyes.” “Thank you.” “Yeah, you don’t look so much like a vampire today.” She turned and hit him with a pillow. “Hey,” he guarded his head with his arms. She tried to hit him a few more times, but he managed to snatch the pillow from her and grab her arms, pinning her to the bed. She had a fierce look in her eyes as she looked up at him. She thought of trying to strike him with her knee, but when he leaned down to kiss her, she accepted him, letting him hold her as he moved his tongue around her mouth. His lips were thick and luscious; she lightly nibbled them with her teeth. She almost lost herself in his kisses. He was very masterful, and she was getting wet fairly quickly. It had been a long time since she’d had sex, a few months, and now she was remembering things that she’d tried to forget. She remembered Evan’s thick legs, his firm ass, as she’d caught a brief glimpse of it a few times when he’d taken his jacket off, his pecs from last night, and his penis, that she must have looked at, but she’d blocked the image from her mind until this instant. “We can’t,” she sat up, pushing him away from her. He huffed, twisting his jaw. “You’re trying to take advantage of me…” “What? You’re not going to try to cry rape, are you? You were kissing me pretty deeply there.” “You should leave.” “You don’t really want me to.” “Don’t tell me what I want. I want you to leave.” As she said this, the memory of his firm, supple ass grinding into the woman came to her mind. She remembered the way that the woman moaned and clawed at the sheets, and for a brief instant, found herself wondering what it would feel like to have him inside of her. He raised an eyebrow, and stood up. Norah’s eyes fell on the bulge in his pants. She blushed as he straightened his clothes, and she tossed her head as she watched him walk out the door. --- The next day turned out to be just as bad as the first. Evan didn’t come back to the room until five in the morning, to shower and change. Norah had fallen asleep on the bed in her clothes, and didn’t wake up until she heard Evan moving around. Her ankle was stiff, but mobile, and she didn’t bother trying to keep up with Evan this time. They drove all the way to Harold Mayer’s hotel to find out that he had left town for the day, to check on one of his many properties, this one in LA. Evan looked like he was ready to burst a vessel when he heard the news. Norah sighed, dreading the trip back to their hotel. She could walk, but she wasn’t up to sightseeing just yet. She hoped that Evan would busy himself outside of the hotel for the day, leaving her to catch up on some other work that she’d brought with her. They had had another fight in the car; Evan was being his usual abrasive self, and Norah wasn’t putting up with it. They were still arguing on the walk through the hotel lobby, in the elevator, and in the hallway leading to their room. As soon as the door closed, Norah took her hair down and shook it out, fighting off another headache. “I’m through with it. I’m done. You can leave anytime you want.” She kicked her shoes off. “I will, as soon as I change,” he disappeared into the bathroom. She took her glasses off, laying them on the nightstand. Evan emerged from the bathroom topless. “I thought you were leaving?” “I am, goddammit! Who made you queen of the room?” She glared at him, ignoring his chiseled chest. She concentrated on his face, noticing for the first time that he was growing a goatee. She turned away from him, grinding her teeth as she waited for him to dress and leave. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry; he was looking through his garment bag for something. “Jesus! You don’t have to look like a movie star to go out…” she rolled her eyes. He turned to her and grabbed her, clutching her so tightly, that she felt a pain in her side. She tried to push away from him, but he was too strong, so she released one arm long enough to slap his face. He grabbed at her collar, ripping several buttons off of her shirt. Norah gasped as he pushed her against the wall, putting his knee between her thighs, and kissing her again. Evan bit her lip, causing her to whimper. She scratched at his chest, but he kept her pinned to the wall, holding her tightly, but kissing her deeply, and rubbing his thigh against her pelvic bone. He pulled her skirt up, exposing the tops of her stockings and her black garters. Norah tried to pull it down again, but he pushed it back up, grabbing her by the thighs and hoisting her into the air. He moved her legs to wrap them around his waist, and he balanced himself by lodging her back into the wall. At this point, Norah had given up on fighting, working her tongue with his, and running her fingernails through his neatly clipped hair. He moved his lips down to her neck, grazing her skin with his teeth. She was falling now; each time he nuzzled into her neck, she gave in a little more. “I want to fuck you, right now,” he breathed into her neck. “You want me to, don’t you?” All she could do was nod. “I knew you wanted me,” he whispered breathlessly. His voice sent electric shocks down her stomach. “Is that what you want?” he teased her. “Yes.” “You’re sure?” She said into his ear, “Fuck me, Evan.” He carried her to the bed and took her blouse and skirt off, leaving her in her bra, garter and stockings, and her panties. “Dracula in the flesh,” he teased, kneeling over her pale black lace clad body. Looking up at him, she noticed a new bulge in his pants. She didn’t get a chance to look for long, though, because he’d begun to slowly run his hands up her legs, his big black hands sliding across her skin. He ran them up her thighs, over her hips and along her stomach, stopping at her breasts. He released them, small and perky, from her bra, and suckled them as he ran his hands back down and around her body. He started a pattern, teasing her flat abdomen, lightly scratching her inner thighs, pinching her ass cheeks. He was driving her crazy. She reached up to him, stroking his dark chest, running her fingers over each muscle, lingering at his pronounced nipples, weighing his tight pecs in her hands as he consumed her breasts. She moaned a little as he teased her nipples with his teeth. Evan pushed a finger inside of Norah, probing slowly but firmly, almost sending her over the edge. She gasped, giving him another deep kiss as he pushed two fingers into her. “God, you’re wet,” he breathed. “You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” He moved down her stomach to her triangle. He’d pulled her panties off now, leaving her stockings drooping a bit, and her garter suspenders dangling, slightly tickling her thighs. She shuddered as she felt him bury his face in her wetness, licking and rubbing, flicking and sucking. He stuck his tongue inside her, making her hips buck automatically to the rhythm of his thrusting. Her heart was beating faster, and her clit was starting to spasm, drawing her whole body into orgasmic fits. He was relentless, not stopping until she sunk her nails into his shoulders. As she lay recovering from her first mind blowing orgasm in months, she watched him take off his pants, and drop his boxers, revealing his penis to her again. “Is this what you want?” he teased her, stroking his length in his hand. She lay there staring at him for a moment. After watching him stroke himself, she beckoned him to her. “Yeah, I knew that was what you wanted. Just had to get a little taste after seeing me in action the other night, huh?” he smiled, rubbing the head of his penis into her soaked lips. “Ahhh,” she moaned, rolling her eyes into her head as he teased her. He sunk himself in slowly, pulling all the way out several times. Norah was still a little tense, but she yielded to him after the first few strokes. He felt so big, so filling. She sunk her nails into his back, biting her lip to keep from moaning too loudly as he teased her g-spot with the tip of his penis. She wanted him completely, now. Norah moved her hands down to his ass, gripping his tight muscles, trying to push him deeper into her. He was heavy on top of her, but she liked his weight. He started pumping with a faster rhythm, grinding in a circular motion like she’d seen the other night. It felt heavenly; she was moaning with abandon, now, gyrating her hips to meet his thrusts. “God, you’re beautiful… you’re so hot, I’ve wanted you for so long… your pussy’s so tight, so wet, sucking me in… take my big dick…” he grunted. “Fuck me, Evan, fuck me deep…” she moaned. “Yeah, baby, that’s it,” he squeezed her ass as he pumped her. She felt the fire starting between her legs. Evan’s penis was rubbing every pleasure spot she had. She was coming again, and she squealed as it all exploded. “Oh, Evan, ohhhh…” He stopped moving for a moment, watching her writhe around on his penis. When she finally came down from her climax, he flipped her over, lying on his back so that she was straddling him. “Ride me like a bronco, baby,” he slapped her ass. Norah, pressing her hands into his chest, ground her hips into him. She could feel him bumping into her cervix. It hurt a little at first, but after a few minutes of his penis sliding across her clit, she bucked even faster. “Oh, shit, girl. You’ve been saving that pussy just for me, haven’t you?” “Yes,” Norah gasped. She was about to come again, but she wasn’t too far gone to notice that he hadn’t climaxed yet. “Shake those luscious tits for me,” he smiled. “Yeah, that’s it…” he squeezed her breasts, fingering her nipples, before moving down to hold her hips as she rocked back and forth. She leaned forward, rubbing her nipples into his chest, giving him a long, wet kiss. He held her to him as she orgasmed again, squeezing his penis tightly, trying desperately to milk a climax out of him. He moved again, this time, kneeling behind her as she got on all fours in front of him. She had caught another glimpse of his shiny black spear, bouncing slightly as he moved to enter her from behind. Gripping her hip with one hand, and grabbing her hair with the other, he sank all the way in with one stroke, yanking her head back as if he was pulling the reins of a horse. “Ah!” she squealed, surprised by his force. He pumped her hard, this time, bruising her hip with his fingers, and pulling her head back toward him. Her skin started to sting where his balls were slapping against her, and she could hear him grunting, almost in time to the creaking of the bed. They were making a lot of noise, now, just as he’d done the other night with the barmaid. Only this time, Norah was the one moaning and cooing as he sawed into her over and over again, at a furious pace. He took his hands out of her hair to briefly knead her breasts, and then he gripped her hips with both hands, speeding up his pace even more. When he slowed down, Norah knew that he was finally ready to come. He reached around to finger her clit again, sending her over the edge. As her vagina spasmed, she could feel him shooting into her, his hot semen coating her canal. She rocked him hard, milking him over and over, making him moan and grunt with each spasm. “Oh, shit, Norah. Uhnnn….” They collapsed on the bed. He lay on top of her, heavy and sweaty, but she didn’t try to move him. They fell asleep this way, with his penis still inside her, and his arms wrapped around her slim waist. --- “So,” Paul asked Norah after they’d returned from the trip, “was it a good experience for you Norah?” “Yes, I’d say it was…” she blushed, remembering that he was asking her about the deposition. “You’re glad you went?” “Yes, I am.” “I’ve noticed that you and Evan don’t snipe at each other so much anymore. I think the trip did you both some good.” “I guess…” she looked at her watch, noting that she only had a few more hours before meeting Evan at his place, to help him work on another case…