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             MAY/DECEMBER AFFAIRS






                                                                              What the hell did he want with me? Up
                                                                            until then, he had only acknowledged my
                                                                            existence with precious few words, like:
                                                                            “fax this please” and “thank you” when I
                                                                            handed him a case file.
                                                                              I probably looked ridiculous to him,
                                                                            sitting there with a puffy, red face and
                                                                            tears in my eyes like a little kid. I went
                                                                            to the rest room, fixed my makeup and
                                                                            worked hard until 7 p.m.
                                                                              By then, just about everyone had flown
                                                                            the coop. Some were out with clients or at
                                                                            dinner, but most had called it quits for the
                                                                            evening. Sure there were a few holdouts
                                                                            barricaded in their offices, judging by the
                                                                            lights coming from under a few doors. But
                                                                            once I got to Gary’s floor, I realized he had
            Mandy reached down and took hold  absolutely gutted to see a “needs  the place to himself. His secretary and the
          of my cock, causing pleasure to shoot  improvement” notation under the section  junior partners were all gone. His office
          through me. Grinning, she straddled  about communication skills.  suite was the only light at the end of the
          the chair and lowered her cunt onto my  And if that slap in the face wasn’t bad  hall, and the blinds were drawn.
          achingly erect shaft. I sat there, on my  enough, my boyfriend had just broken  I took a deep breath and knocked.
          whipped ass, and felt her hairless pussy  up with me.               “Enter.” Gary was poring over a stack of
          enclose my needy dick.             Fired up by anger, I emailed my  case notes at his deck. He glanced up at
            She sank herself all the way to my  supervisor to ask for a meeting, and then  me nonchalantly. “Good, you’re on time.”
          root, then gripped the back of my chair  cried in my cubicle during my lunch hour.  “I’m usually very punctual, sir.”
          and started riding me. Her cunt felt like  What was wrong with me? I was smart,  “That’s one of your strengths, Lisa, yes.”
          liquid silk, and I enjoyed the sight of her  had high grades…and I was pretty cute-  Suddenly, I felt like I wanted to crawl
          tits bouncing before my face. When her  looking according to my now-ex, who  into a hole and hide, but I just stood there,
          climax was fast approaching, she told me  repeatedly professed his weakness for my  awkwardly clutching my notebook.
          to come with her. I obediently unloaded  C-cup tits.                Gary cleared his throat. “It’s come to my
          with shattering pleasure, spurting into her  However, in the middle of my pity party,  attention you had some concerns about
          hot snatch.                      Gary—a senior partner at the firm—showed  your performance review.”
            I would do anything my mistress said.  up unannounced.            “Yes, I—”
                                             “Lisa, meet me in my office at seven  “Your direct supervisor is out of town
                            —J.W., via email  sharp tonight.”               for the week, so he asked me to meet
                                             Dumbfounded, I nodded as he    with you.”
             DEBRIEFED                     retreated. Gary wasn’t asking. Gary never  “Okay.”
                                           asked—he gave orders.              “Are you going to elaborate on your
                  uring my second year of law  He was never “mean,” but I was  concerns or are you just going to stand
                  school, I scored a summer  definitely more than a little intimidated by  here, wasting our time?”
                  internship at one of the  him. According to my sources at the firm,  “Oh—uh, sorry.” I cleared my throat. “I’ve
                  biggest firms in the city. I had  he was in his early 50s, had no kids and  been putting in more than 60 hours a
         Dhigh hopes the gig would         was divorced from the second Mrs. Gary  week—as you probably know. But it says
          lead to a future full-time job, so I was  for years now. He kept a low profile. You  here that my communication skills are
          a bit of a perfectionist. I took on extra  never heard Gary swearing on his phone  lacking. And I wanted to know why? I’ve
          assignments all the time and even came in  or saw him exhibiting the cocky machismo  done really well with the briefs, and client
          on weekends.                     of some of the other guys at the firm.  follow-ups. At least, I thought I did.”
            By mid-July our performance reviews  But when Gary spoke, everyone  “Yes, you have excelled at both those
          were in, and when I got mine, I was  stopped and listened.        things.” Gary stood up and stretched.

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