0 comments/ 41689 views/ 5 favorites Jenny's Legal Adventure Ch. 1 By: Capstick Jenny had been employed at the law firm of Sutton, Marsh and Turner for the last six months. She had hired in as a receptionist, having no previous legal experience in her resume. She realized she was hired for her looks, and the first impression she would create for the clients of the firm. Coworkers mentioned that all past receptionists were attractive, busty girls as well. The firm was very good about promoting from within, and Jenny had jumped at the opportunity. She was treated first rate and professionally by everyone there, and had only last week been promoted to Mr. Sutton's personal assistant! Her treatment was no doubt aided by the fact that the firm specialized in defending against sexual harassment cases, and was very aware of today's litigious climate in the workplace. Today was her first opportunity to accompany Mr. Sutton to a workshop he was conducting at the headquarters of Molly-Barnett, Inc. They were major clients of the firm, having their corporate offices downtown. There were 156 employees in these offices alone, of mixed gender. With that many people working so closely together, incidents were bound to occur. The firm had found their workshops to have tremendous success in lowering complaints for their clients. While costly, they were certainly far less expensive then lawsuits! Following her promotion, Jenny had splurged on a few extra ensembles to fill out her wardrobe. Today she selected a new, powder blue skirt and jacket set she had found at Nordstroms. The skirt was cut very conservatively, extending well below her knees. "You'd think I would have remembered some new pantyhose while I was out!" she chastised herself, while digging through her underwear drawer. She remembered the run she had gotten in her last good pair on Friday. In the meantime, she slipped on some over the calf hose. She would stop at a store on the way in to work to pick a pair up. She slipped the skirt up her naked hips, enjoying the feel of the delicate fabric against her bare skin. She had selected a sheer white blouse to complete the outfit. The salesgirl had recommended she wear a lacy camisole underneath the blouse, rather then her usual industrial strength bra. Since the thin material was so transparent, whatever she wore underneath made as big a fashion statement as the blouse itself. Now examining herself in the mirror, she had to admit that it was a very fashionable look, though more risqué then her normal tastes ran. The camisoles lacy décolletage exposed a generous amount of cleavage, which was very apparent through the thin material of the blouse. Her large nipples were much in evidence, unhindered by the conservative bras she normally wore. Her matching jacket would offer her the coverage she needed though, as she slipped it over her shoulders. Finishing the outfit off with new coral pumps, she had to admit that she looked like a high priced lawyer herself! As she walked out to the car, she felt quite naked, despite the fact that she wore very conservative apparel. Her pendulous breasts were swaying back and forth against the silk camisole, tickling her now swollen nipples. Starting up the car, she glanced at the LED clock display on the radio, and was disturbed to see her normal safety net of time had somehow evaporated! She had spent way too much time fussing with her make-up! Driving to the offices downtown, she stopped at a large chain convenience store just around the corner from the lot. There was a tree display of hose in the corner that she remembered seeing in the past, and she hurried right over to it. Sadly, she saw that the rack was badly picked over, and all that remained were plus sizes! Cursing her luck, she returned to the car, trying to recall another near-by store. Seeing that she was now officially two minutes late already, she decided to go without, as she pulled into the lot, and found an empty spot towards the back. Perhaps she would be able to sneak out during the day to find a pair. Bouncing through the lot, she was grateful for the coverage that her suit allowed. She could feel her swinging breasts tugging against the thin straps of the camisole, as she jogged up the steps to the front doors of the office building. Minutes later she arrived at the fifth floor suite of offices that the law firm operated from. She went straight to Mr. Sutton's office, skipping her normal cup of coffee and office gossip with the rest of the assistants. To Be Continued... Jenny's Legal Adventure Ch. 2 "Good morning!" said Mr. Sutton, looking up as she entered. "Good Morning!" she answered breathlessly, having half-run since leaving the car. Mr. Sutton was in his early 50's, and a very distinguished looking man, radiating self-confidence. He was something over six feet tall, and kept himself very fit. He had neatly trimmed salt and pepper hair, a square jaw and bright blue eyes. "Grab a cup of Java, Jenny," he said, glancing at his watch. "We still have a few minutes." Returning with a mug of coffee, she pulled out the chair in front of his burnished mahogany desk. He was standing behind, with rolled-up shirtsleeves and a loosened tie, flipping through a stack of papers placed neatly on the desktop. "Take your coat off and stay a while!" he said, with a charming smile, not even glancing up from the papers. With a slight blush, she demurely slipped her coat off, quickly sitting down in the chair. "Since this..." he started to say, pausing as his vision rose up from the papers to Jenny, seated in front of him. Jenny felt his eyes stop at her chest. She had always dressed very conservatively in the office, and this was probably the first time he realized how stacked she truly was! She dropped her head, hiding a narrow grin. "I'm sorry, I lost my train of thought!" he said, sitting down with a shake of his head. "It's hell getting old!" Jenny shifted in the chair, and nonchalantly crossed her arms to cover her chest. "We don't have much time to go over this," he said, checking his wristwatch. "Meenashi has always assisted on these workshops, but I thought it would be a good idea to train someone else just in case. Just between you and me, I think she may feel a bit threatened! I tried to reassure her, but she seemed a bit put off. If she acts funny towards you, that's probably why! It won't be anything personal." He reached across his desk, and punched a button on the large phone counsel. "Meenashi, we're ready whenever you are." "I'll be right over" she answered, and he broke the connection. "I'm excited for the opportunity, but I don't want to disrupt your operation! Maybe it would be better if I didn't come along," offered Jenny. "Don't be silly," he answered, as he rolled down his sleeves and straightened his tie. "I run things around this office, not her! She knows this is our biggest client, so I'm sure she'll be very professional!" "Take good notes today, she will probably just have you observe the workshop." He stood, and walked over to the coat rack, slipping into his suit jacket. Meenashi walked into the office with a big smile. She was a beautiful oriental lady, with long, silky brown hair and a flawless complexion. She carried a briefcase in one hand, and a leather wardrobe bag slung over her left shoulder. She was wearing a conservative, dove gray pantsuit. "O.K. lady's, let's get the show on the road!" he said, as he moved around the desk. Jenny rose from the chair and turned around, seeing Meenashi's eyebrows arch as her breasts swayed under the sheer material. She slipped her jacket back on, and followed them out of the office. "How you like new position, Miss Jenny?" asked Meenashi, as they waited for Mr. Sutton to retrieve his Mercedes from the underground parking beneath the office building. "To be honest, I'm still not very comfortable!" she answered. "Everyone's been very nice, but I still don't know much about what I should be doing. I hate having to ask all the time!" Meenashi nodded her head in agreement. "I know what you mean. I help you with today's meeting just fine! Always smile, and follow my lead. We help out Mr. Sutton real good!" Jenny was happily surprised that she was being so helpful. She expected to be told to sit in the back row and keep quiet! "Thank you so much! I feel better already!" said Jenny. "Mr. Sutton never replace me after today!" thought Meenashi, as she gave the stupid cow a polite smile. Upon reaching the offices of Molly-Barnett, they were directed into a large conference hall on the first floor. Facing a podium at the front of the room, were five rows of long wood tables, with six leather chairs behind each row. The room seated a total of thirty individuals, plus the speakers. The floor was carpeted, and had acoustical ceiling tiles overhead, so the sound quality from the podium was very good. One wall was filled with tinted glass windows overlooking a courtyard in the center of the structure, so the room seemed bright and airy. There were pitchers of water and glasses on each table, along with fresh pads of paper and corporate pens. A name placard was at each station, identifying the workshop participants. Behind the podium were a large easel and three stools. To Be Continued... Jenny's Legal Adventure Ch. 3 The room was buzzing with chatter as they entered, but quickly died down as they made their way to the front lectern. Mr. Sutton stepped directly behind the podium; Meenashi and Jenny each took a stool to the side. "Thanks for having us today" he said, gazing confidently around the room. "My name is Jim Sutton, and with me today is my assistant Jenny Richards, and our corporate training officer Meenashi Sato. I am with the firm of Sutton, Marsh and Engal. We represent your company in all legal issues, and have greatly appreciated our relationship with Mr. Barnett over the years." "The purpose of this workshop is to discuss the issue of sexual harassment in the workplace. I want to first make clear that the timing of this seminar has not been caused by any incidents with your organization! We can't ignore today's business climate, however, with respect to this serious issue. We have seen a rise in the incidence of legal claims and actions of almost 300 per cent over the last ten years alone! Now human behavior has not changed over this time period to cause this. Rather the scrutiny of our behavior as managers from our employees has increased. We hope to safeguard you, as well as your company, from having to confront this issue in a courtroom." "Now I like to break up my boring presentations with some live examples. I think it really helps drive the point home, when you can see actual case history, and the problems that can occur. One such example came to mind just an hour or so ago" he said, shifting his attention to his helpers. "Meenashi, help Jenny off with her jacket." She slipped off the stool and stepped behind Jenny, helping her out of the coat. She carefully folded it up, and placed it on the front corner of the first desk. "Now I hope you all will agree with me that Jenny is a very beautiful young lady." There was a murmuring of agreement from the room. Jenny could feel her nipples stiffening under her folded arms. "I think I am safe with that statement. What really captured my attention this morning, though, was the fashionable blouse she chose to wear with her outfit. Stand up, and let them see your blouse, Jenny!" Reluctantly, she slipped off the stool, and dropped her arms loosely to her sides. She could see some of the women in the room whispering to each other (no doubt with catty comments!). Her nipples were now at full attention, jutting out prominently through the wispy fabric. The faint outline of her dark aureole was shadowed underneath. "I would be walking a dangerous tightrope if I commented on how attractive I believed that her lacy camisole was," he continued. He left the podium, and walked up to her side. "I think everyone should recognize though, that if I did this…" Reaching out, he trailed his hand down the front of her blouse, flicking her left nipple as he brushed over it, "I would be crossing over an important line, even if I was simply commenting on the silkiness of her blouse!" "But Jim, I don't see the problem with complementing her attire!" said one of the men in back. "Show us what you mean, then Henry," he answered, reading the name off the placard on the desk. He motioned for Henry to join them. The man rose, and worked his way up to Jenny's side. "I can see how groping would be a problem!" he reached out and grasped her breasts, making no attempt at guile. The room erupted with muffled laughs. "But casually brushing her blouse while commenting on its texture shouldn't be an issue." He relaxed his clutch of her breasts, and began softly stroking the fabric covering her right nipple. She stood mute, totally at a loss as to how she should respond. "In an actual office setting, you would be placing yourself into a compromised position, totally dependent on the perception of the individuals involved. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred you would be risking a reprisal. Would you be threatened by his actions, Jenny?" He unclipped the microphone from the podium, and held it up to her face, while Henry continued his ministrations. "Well," she cleared her throat, as she found herself having difficulty speaking. "I guess if he innocently brushed against me I wouldn't object, but the intentional rubbing would be a problem," she answered in a soft voice. "Thank you for your help Henry" said Jim, and the man reluctantly turned away, heading back for his seat. "But don't you think that she is inviting the attention with her style of dress?" asked the lone women in the group, seated in the front row. "Her nipples are plain as day! Its obvious she wants the attention!" Jenny's face turned bright red, as the noise level rose in agreement. "I don't agree at all," said Jim. "I would think it is just a very trendy look. Now on the other hand, I would agree with you if she wearing simply the camisole. Why don't you show them the difference, Jenny!" She felt all eyes fall on her, as a breathless anticipation seemed to come over the room. You could hear a pin drop, as she slowly began unbuttoning the blouse, turning her back to the group. Meenashi pulled the blouse up from under her skirt, and then helped slip it off her shoulders. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, and turned around to again face the room of onlookers. Meenashi neatly folded up the blouse, crossing over to place it on top of her jacket, before returning to her stool behind Jenny. Jim covered the microphone with his hand. "Drop your arms," he said in a soft voice, his lips barely moving, maintaining his politicians smile to the room. "NOW it could be argued that she is inviting attention with her attire. The brief camisole draped off her hanging breasts, allowing her bare belly to show above her skirt. The lacy top border of the garment was supported with thin spaghetti straps, falling just over the top of her dark brown aureole. Her thick nipples protruded through the delicate fabric, just under the open weave of the lacy border. The top of her bosom was entirely exposed, a light tracery of fine blue veins showing through her bulging, porcelain white flesh. To Be Continued... Jenny's Legal Adventure Ch. 4 "Even dress like this is not unheard of these days, as it can be considered fashionable to wear undergarments as outerwear. I would not recommend it in a professional setting however!" Jim continued, drawing some laughs from the room. "Let's take this to the next level though, shall we Meenashi?" She took Jenny's hand, and led her through a door off the far side of the room, as Jim continued his presentation. "Is this really part of the normal workshop?" said Jenny, as the door clicked shut. Disbelief was evident in her voice. "Oh, yes!" she answered, as she zipped open her garment bag. "I nomally handle modeling, yes! Some reason Mr. Sutton wants you! I tell him bad idea, but he no listen." She picked through several hangers of clothes as she talked, pulling out a black skirt. "You way bigger then Meenashi, but this one stretch even over those hips!" She handed her the small skirt. "No way am I going back out there!" said Jenny, holding it out at arm length away from her. "Good, I finish for you! Stupid idea having you here. You leave. Call cab from lobby. No go back to office. We mail last check!" She returned her attention to her wardrobe bag, picking out a different dress to change into. "But wait, I love my job! I don't want to quit!" Meenashi turned back to her. "You no embarrass Mr. Sutton. He very good man! You like job, do what he say! You no do, get out! Don't waste time, this important account." "O.K., I guess I'll do it!" said Jenny, and she unbuttoned the waistband of her skirt. "Oh shoot! I forgot, ummm, do you maybe have any panties in there?" asked Jenny, as she remembered her nakedness under the skirt! "No underwear, just clothes. You no wear panties?" she asked, glancing down to Jenny's waist. "Well, I was going to stop at a store…" Meenashi held up her hand, stopping the explanation. "No care, get dressed or get out!" With a humph, she slipped off the skirt, tossing it away in frustration. Meenashi's eyebrows raised as she caught a flash of her neatly shaved pubes. She crossed her arms, and tapped one of her long red nails against the side of her mouth, as she gazed at Jenny's pert, sculpted ass. Jenny wiggled back and forth as she worked the tight waistband up over her broad hips. Now Meenashi held out a pair of black high heels with straps. Jenny didn't bother trying to argue, seeing the look of utter disdain in her expression. She kneeled down, removing her now useless stockings, and strapped on the pumps. They were small for her feet, and the straps pinched uncomfortably. As soon as she stood, Meenashi grasped her hand, and pulled her back along through the doorway and into the conference room. Jenny had never worn this high of a heel before, and all of her attention was currently focused on getting the feel of them, as she stumbled along behind the petite oriental girl. "Now that's provocative!" said Jim, as his attention switched from the room to the approaching girls. Jenny's heavy breasts were jiggling along quite noticeably as she awkwardly approached the podium. "Let's get some first hand practice now, ladies and gentlemen! Jenny, would you be kind enough to refill the water glasses for our guests?" He motioned with his hand out towards the people in the room. Taking a deep breath, she moved to the front of the first table. Picking up a full pitcher, she began moving down the row, stopping in front of the third man, who was holding an empty glass out for her to fill. He set the glass down on the table, and as she bent over to fill the glass, he began pulling it slowly towards him. The table was quite deep, and by the time she had his glass full, he had a wonderful view of her amazing cleavage, straining against the top of her brief top! "Very subtle Hank!" said Jim from the podium, as Jenny straightened up, smoothing her skirt back down. She hoped she hadn't given Jim a look at her naked ass! "Now that, ladies and gents, was perfect subterfuge! He never said a word, and was the perfect gentleman." The next guy down slid his empty glass close to the edge also, motioning her to fill him up. This time however, she walked all the way down the table, and circled around behind. As she leaned over and began filling his glass, he began sliding it to the opposite side, causing her to lean in to him. Of course, he leaned sideways into her, his head pressing up against her breast! "A little overt, Alex" said Jim, as chuckling broke out across the room. Jenny pulled away, and turned around quickly, bumping straight into the lady seated next to him. She had just started to rise up from her chair, and struck the bottom of the pitcher on her way up. A good half of the ice water sloshed out of the pitcher, absolutely soaking her camisole! Jenny shrieked, as she looked down at the sheer fabric, her puckered nipples plainly visible through the suddenly transparent material. The material conformed like a magnet to the undersides of her breasts, becoming a second skin. Several "helpful" men, eagerly blotting her chest with small paper napkins suddenly surrounded Jenny. "Borderline gentlemen, very borderline!" said Jim, and the men sulked back to their seats. "You could offer to help her out, but simply taking advantage of her predicament is risky behavior at best! Come here, Jenny." He reached under the podium, shaking out a big, fluffy white towel. "How about this towel, dear?" he asked, holding it out in front of him. "Oh thanks!" she said, extending her arms out as she quickly approached. Rather then hand her the towel though, he dropped it under her grasp, stepping close and wrapping it around her torso. He vigorously toweled off her back, took a half step back, and brought his towel-covered hands around to her flat tummy. Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt him draw his hands up her rib cage, and press up along the underside of each breast, lifting them upwards! He then began kneading her bountiful flesh, giving everyone in the room flashes of her bared skin as the towel swung back and forth. He pulled quickly away, and she reached up to tug the camisole back down over her reddened flesh. "Always get agreement, preferably in public, before proceeding with a course of action which may be considered risky! Thank you Jenny" he said, as he made a motion towards Meenashi. "Next, I'd like to show you the office policy one doctor implemented, resulting in a multi-million dollar settlement just last year!" Meenashi again led Jenny to the backroom, as Jim continued his lecture. "That was humiliating!" said Jenny, as the door clicked shut again. "You tough girl! You can hander it! No look happy though. Must remember smile, yes? I see Mr. Sutton not to happy so far!" She handed Jenny a white dress out of the bag, and continued digging in the bottom compartment. To Be Continued... Jenny's Legal Adventure Ch. 5 Jenny slipped out of her still damp clothes, and held the dress up. It was a brief nurse uniform, and looked tailored to fit Meekashi. She unzipped the back, and stepped through the brief skirt, still balancing on the high heels. She had to cross her knees, and strain to force the material up over her broad hips. She could see the side seams visibly stretching out. She snaked first her right arm, and then her left, into the arms of the uniform, and as she forced it up over her shoulders, she felt the bottom of the skirt rising up to the bottom of her ass! Meekashi grasped the zipper in back, and struggled to raise it. "Suck in your tummy!" she said in a strained voice, as she slowly worked it up her back, between her shoulder blades. The front neckline plunged to the tip of her sternum, and her unbound breasts ballooned out exposing an embarrassing amount of cleavage. She made a futile effort to tug the material together, but as soon as she let go it gaped back open. Meekashi set a little white cap on her head, with a Red Cross on the front. There was a soft tap on the door. "Quick, put these on!" she said, handing her some white silk stockings. As Jenny bent over to remove her heels, she could feel the back of the uniform slide halfway up her bare ass! She was going to have to be very careful in this outfit! She slipped on the semi-opaque stockings. There were lacy stay-up bands at the top, which were exposed by the short uniform. Meekashi tossed a pair of white pumps at her feet, which she jammed into. The door was thrown open, and once again she was pulled through, yanking down on the back hem of the starchy fabric as they burst out into the room. A small metal typing table, complete with typewriter, had been set up facing the podium, just to this side. A chair was pushed up underneath. "This is one of the uniforms that the doctor required his clerical assistant to wear. While an owner is free to choose a dress code for his business, he must be consistent. The doctor in question provided conventional dress for the women in direct contact with the public. Do a spin, Jenny." She closed her eyes as she rotated, aware of the soft chuckles and comments coming from the room, as they assessed all of her female charms bursting out of the scant uniform. "This uniform alone ended up costing him fifty thousand dollars! For him, unfortunately, it didn't end there. Jenny, please type a copy of the document I have placed on the desk." "The doctor had provided this exact work station for his assistant to use, located in his private office," continued Jim's narrative. Jenny slid the chair out, and puzzled over the design of it. The "seat" was slanted sharply forward and down, with a contoured rest at the bottom angled up at ninety degrees. Meekashi directed her forward with a hand on the small of her back. She had to straddle the oddly shaped seat, legs apart. Meekashi pressed down on her shoulder, forcing her to squat onto the tilted seat. She slid downward till her belly came to rest against the inward curved front ledge. Her back was arched back, following the curve of the front of the chair, her pelvis tilted sharply backward, up into the air. Her knees were now almost touching the floor, and Meekashi cradled her right ankle, lifting it up and setting it into a padded rail, which ran parallel to the underside of the seat. She then pulled a wide strap across her upper calf, securing the leg firmly in place. She repeated the process with the other leg, and stepped back out of the way. The room was buzzing with noise, and Jenny's face glowed with color, as she could feel the back hem of the scratchy fabric resting across the top of her bare, upturned ass! The front ledge of the seat was a shelf, which lifted and cradled her breasts. The front of the dress had gaped open with her arched back, and both breasts tumbled out of the restraint, into full view of the room! Futilely, she attempted to push them back into the uniform, but the laws of physics had conspired against any attempt at a cover-up! "This chair cost the good doctor a one hundred thousand dollar add-on penalty in his judgement, but wait, there's more! Jenny, could you please begin typing the document for us?" Giving up her struggles, she leaned forward against the rest. As she flipped on the IBM, she cradled the sides of her breasts, at least providing some coverage from the room. She rolled the paper into position, and began typing a copy of the hand written letter resting beside the typewriter. Never a strong typist, she prided herself on her accuracy, sacrificing speed in the process. To Be Continued... Jenny's Legal Adventure Ch. 6 Jim left the podium carrying the microphone. "He would closely monitor the assistant as she worked. He had this special electronic monitor installed." He held up an LED display, which was resting on the desktop. A wire trailed down to the typewriter. Numbers were flashing on the display, bouncing between fifteen and twenty. "He required that his assistant maintain between a thirty to forty minute rate of typing." He set the display down on top of his podium, facing the room so they could monitor it. "He went so far as to have this special monitor installed, which as you can see tracks the typists rate." Jenny made nervous glances back and forth between the letter she was copying, and the monitor on the podium, her concentration wavering. She saw the numbers falling, so she refocused on the letter, trying to speed up. Jim again wandered away from the podium, this time moving behind her. She flushed, realizing he had a birds-eye view of her upturned butt! He still had the microphone held in front of his chin in one hand, but now he tapped a stiff riding crop against his thigh with the other! "Seeing that the assistant is well below the acceptable range, he would provide immediate discipline like this. WWHHACK!!! Her eyes shot wide open, as he stung her across her bare flank! Stunned, she looked back over her shoulder, now seeing the crop held loosely his hand! Flick, flick, flick he tapped quickly across her right cheek, prodding her back to typing. Her ass burned from his initial stroke, as she picked up where she left off. Her tongue stuck out the corner of her mouth, as she concentrated on picking up her pace. "As you can see, the technique while effective, is way over the edge. Look at her rate now! Still unfortunately not good enough!" WWHHACK!!! "OOUCH!" she said, as he struck again, this time from a different angle. Concentrating through the discomfort she continued on. WWHHACK!!! And now he steadily tapped across both red crossed globes, with an occasional WWHhack!!! Thrown in! Typing recklessly on, she quickly finished the letter, and he finally let up on the tapping. "Even though this ended up costing him a ton of money, you can see that it is an effective teaching method! She got up to thirty-five words per minute at the end. I don't recommend that you adopt this method, however!" This brought a big laugh from the room, as Jenny reached back to rub her stinging cheeks. She didn't remember this brought her breasts into proud display for the room! "One million dollars! That was the reward for that stunt. Think it ended there however?" Snap! Snap! Jenny whipped her head around, as Meekashi trapped her wrists together in handcuffs with a practiced motion! Jim raised the back of the chair at her feet, and swung it around, which pivoted her chest out to face the room! She saw everyone staring at her breasts, bulging out over the top of the chair. Jim snatched her letter out of the typewriter with a loud ZZZIPP! He sauntered over to the front desk, handing it to Henry seated front and center. "It seems our good doctor was just as picky about accuracy, as he was about speed. He sometimes would bring in coworkers to help check her work! Let me demonstrate from court records how one such incident was played out. Would you be so kind as to check this letter carefully for errors?" he said, returning to stand alongside Jenny, facing the room. Henry took a pair of reading glasses out of his breast pocket, and slipped them on. He began scanning the letter line by line, following along with his finger. "The first paragraph is perfect," he said, as he continued the examination. "Wait! She misspelled a word here!" He pointed out the mistake to the lady seated next to him. "She typed T-H-O instead of T-H-E to start the second paragraph." "Oh, that's misfortunate," said Jim into the microphone. He motioned to Meekashi, who was leaning up against the front wall. She wheeled a small stainless steel cart up in front of Jenny. There was a white case on the cart top, about the size of a cigar box. She stepped around on the other side of the cart, careful not to block the room's view of Jenny. She flipped up the lid of the box, and Jenny flushed as she saw what the case contained! "At this point, the doctor would select one of the co-workers to help with the punishment. Would anyone care to volunteer?" Every hand in the room shot up instantly, even the woman's, he was pleased to see. "Melody, come join us. All of the plaintiff's co-workers were women, so I think it is appropriate that Melody should take part in this exercise." She walked around the desk, and up to Jim at Jenny's side. "Hold out you right hand," said Meekashi. She then snapped on a thin latex examination glove in place for her. "Please don't do this!" whispered Jenny in a quiet voice, only to be ignored. "Now please select one of the probes in the box, which you will then insert into her anus!" Said Jim. The noise in the room suddenly stopped, as everyone realized what was going to happen. Jenny watched as Melody's gloved hand dropped down to the open case. Five probes were cradled in a molded tray inside. They all had a broad, circular base, above which rose an egg-shaped plug, each progressively larger. One by one, her finger traced over the broadest contour of each plug, beginning with the smallest. She looked up and gazed at Jenny, after her finger dropped off the third plug and flicked over to the forth. Melody smiled as she saw the look of shock and disbelief cross Jenny's face. She was flushed clear down to her breasts! Jenny felt her gaze, and met her eyes with a pleading look. "Please don't!" she mouthed silently. Melody smiled, and casually selected the largest of the plugs, giving her a wink! She continued smiling as she was directed around behind Jenny lying prone on the chair. Meekashi unscrewed the lid from a jar of clear lube, and held it out as an offering. Melody dipped her index finger in, scooping up a large glob, which she smeared all over the pear-sized plug. With a wicked grin, she dipped again into the jar, and began working a prodigious amount of the lube directly over Jenny's asshole! She leaned her left forearm against Jenny's lower back, pressing her tightly up against the front rest. This arched her butt up high, completely exposing her privates to Melody. Jenny winced as she was suddenly penetrated in both her ass and soaked vagina! Around and around the fingers circled deep within, and her breasts swayed with the rhythm, captivating the rest of the room. After several minutes of stimulation, Melody slowly removed her fingers, and grasped the plug. Jenny gasped, as she felt her wiggle her left hand between her belly and the front rest, and slide it down to cup her vulva. She pressed her middle finger up against her engorged clitoris, and began rocking it back a forth. "MMMMMMM" she moaned under her breath and dropped her head, as she felt the tip of the plug press up against her puckered anus! Rather then rudely forcing it in, Melody oh so slowly and gently began to rotate and wiggle it back and forth, pressing forward a scant millimeter at a time. She increased the pressure and intensity of her stimulation with her other hand, and began feeling Jenny slowly grinding her hips to match the opposing forces being created so expertly by Melody! Her huge aureole swelled and darkened, and a flush spread across her chest, as she ground her hips forward, pinning Melody's finger up against the front rest and her clit. As she rocked back and forth, orgasm gripped her, and sensing this, Melody pressed forward with the plug, by now buried halfway in her ass. OOOHHHHHWWWWMMYYY GODDD!!! Moaned Jenny aloud, unable to maintain her composure! Melody kept up a steady pressure despite resistance, and Jenny thrust back suddenly against the object, swallowing it at once fully into her cavity. All that was now visible was the broad base of the plug, cradled in the deep cleft between her spread cheeks. To Be Concluded...