by Jean Baker
Her first major decision was to sell the condo with all its furnishings. Even entering the front door depressed her, a reminder of what a fool she had been. Joe tried to convince her not to make a hasty decision; but she remained determined, telling him that even if she stayed, going in the condo was too unpleasant. On her third work day, she did research and made appointments with several realtors. By the end of the day, she had located a realtor she liked.
Denise possessed gorilla-sized salesmanship in a petite, shapely figure. Marta admired the woman’s spirit and aggressiveness. She wore a chic suit in grey flannel with a flaring peplum accenting her tiny waist and rounded hips. A bit of décolleté rose over a deep-cut silk blouse.
They met across coffee in a popular cafe. Contrary to Marta’s nature, she found herself confiding in the woman after she asked why she intended to sale the condominium having owned it only three months. Denise narrowed her brown eyes and spat out a sharp curse that made Marta laugh. “What a S.O.B! I have no idea what you‘ll do about the jerk, but if it were me he’d regret ever meeting me.”
Marta smiled. “Uncle Joe wants me to sue him for breach of promise and sue his wife for alienation of affection.”
“Yeah, that’s good, but does he have any money to go after? If you’ve been supporting him, it’s doubtful; anyway, I’d want a more immediate pleasure of hurting him where he lives.”
Although enjoying the beautiful woman and her spicy personality, Marta could not see herself doing anything spiteful. She felt like squishing his head beneath her foot and wished she could in a way, but she had seen too many petty legal fights between men and women to care for involving herself in one. Nevertheless, it seemed she would found her first friend in Chicago. Approximately the same age, they had similar interests, and were successful, professional women. Denise swore she knew dozens of eligible men who she should meet. Marta didn’t give in to her aggressive push in that direction, telling her that it would be a while before she could even think about an involvement.
Denise shook her head. “Mistake. The best way to get one man out of your system is with another one. Also, that’s a wonderful way to send the message of how little his actions affect you.”
Marta simply shook her head.
“How about sex? You’re going to punish yourself, doing without, while that ass has it served up to him every night? Let me set you up with a hottie, no involvement needed, just a good, resounding fuck.”
She chuckled. It disconcerted her, hearing such words coming from such a proper looking businessperson. “I’ll think about it and get back with you.”
Marta left the meeting and strolled the windy street, searching the face of every tall man. Well, you’re such a liar—my first day in town and I’m trolling for the elevator man. Once she arrived, Uncle Joe escorted her through the whole building, introducing her to at least a hundred lawyers, most of them male. He made a point of letting her know which ones were single, a hopeful expression on his face.
The next few days, she buried herself in the complex business of a large legal firm, beginning to learn the personalities and their legal maneuvers of each lawyer. Sitting across from Mr. Mason at a table he provided for her next to his desk, she looked up from the file in front of her. “Uncle Joe, how do you manage to keep up with all these fellows? It’s mind-boggling. Then we have accounting, which I know nothing about.”
“I have confidence in you, Marta. You have all the time you need to familiarize yourself, and I’ve got your back.” Her shoulders drooped. He took her hand and asked, “What can I do to give you more satisfaction than dealing with corporate matters?”
“I’ve never been a defense attorney. Maybe I can take a few of the easier cases to see how it feels. I doubt the men here will respect me until I build a reputation in defense litigation.”
Mr. Mason leaned back in his oversized, leather-sized chair and rubbed his chin. “Tomorrow a tricky trial is going down and maybe you can sit in. You had to view the defending lawyers as enemies in Miami, and it’s time for you to acquire the opposite viewpoint, aligning your loyalty with my lawyers. The lawyer who is handling the case asked for our assistance, so Graham Little is assigned from this office.”
“That is a good idea. I’ll go early and familiarize myself with the courthouse.”
Finalizing the work on her desk, she called Denise. “How’s it going? Any prospective buyers yet?”
After a sexy gurgling laugh, Denise said, “Hey girl, don’t you know you hired the best gun in town. Three days for me is like a week for the other agents in town. How about meeting me for dinner at Algro’s, and I’ll bring you up to speed.”
Marta laughed. “You got it, speedy. I’ll be there—wait a minute; I need to find out where this place is.” She turned to her uncle who watched her with a smile lifting once corner of his mouth. “Where’s Algro? How long will it take to get to the place?” After he answered, she returned to the phone. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”
She hung up and looked at Joe. “My realtor. Evidently, she already has someone wanting my condo.”
“You just hired her, didn’t you?”
Marta laughed. “That’s why I called her speedy.” She closed her briefcase and stood to go. “See you in the morning, boss.”
She grabbed a cab outside the building and arrived at Algro’s within the allotted time. The impressive building, faced with marble, loomed over her. Marta stepped inside, and it surrounded her like a wonderland. Denise had expensive taste. A male host guided her to a nook surrounded by large ferns. Denise smiled up at her. “Like it?”
“It’s magnificent. Thank you for selecting this restaurant.”
“All right. Down to the important things. I will not recommend anything because everything they serve is incredible.”
The host gave them menus in leather binders. “Would you ladies like a drink before ordering?”
Denise ordered a Margarita, giving minute instructions as to how to make it. Marta agreed to try the same. She observed Denise gazing at the handsome young man, head to foot, and back again. As he walked away, she softly growled. “Remind me to get a number from that lad before we leave. I need him in my little black book.”
“Good Lord. I thought black books were the accruements of male Don Juans.”
Glistening glasses rimmed with salt arrived, and the waiter took their orders. After taking a sip, Denise launched into the revelations of two potential buyers, giving herself credit for the expertise. “The first man that offered a contract lost to a Frenchman and his wife who just arrived to settle in Chicago.”
“Oh my, so my place goes to a European.”
“Not so fast. The local guy upped the ante leaving the Frenchman wavering. The first man’s wife doesn’t want the furnishings, but the French woman does. How much is it worth to you to get rid of all your possessions at once and not have to place it in storage or sell it separately?”
“Once I walk out of that place for the last time, I never want to see any of it again.”
“Okay, I’ll take care of it.” As she spoke, the waiter served their food.
For a few minutes, they ate in silence. Marta rolled her eyes. “Damn, this is the best food I’ve ever put in my mouth.”
“Yes, I’ve never been disappointed here, contrary to my love life.”
Marta raised her eyebrows.
“No man has ever dropped me—something I take pride in. I drop them like a hot skillet if things go in the wrong directions.”
Denise’s arrogance and attitude toward men didn’t hit Marta as healthy. But, at least she had not experienced a fiancé marrying another woman a few days before a planned wedding. “I take it, you’re losing the grip on your recent man?”
“Yeah, I had him wound up pretty tight and then gave him the Denise treatment, which turned out a bit odd. Since then, he puts me off with one excuse or the other. If it can be believed, he says he’s been preparing for one of those pretrial things.”
“Oh, he’s a lawyer.” She glanced at Denise’s frown and said, “It does take a lot of preparations for trials. I expect you have nothing to worry about.”
“If there is one thing I know better than real estate, it’s men. I sense another woman in the picture.”
Dropping the subject, they leisurely finished their meal and decided against a desert. As they ate, Denise told Marta about men she thought would be a perfect fit for her.
She felt relief at getting away from the woman’s dogged determination. On the way home, her mind went back to the elevator episode. Now, if she could connect with him, she might feel differently about having a male companion. Oh, God. I’m as preoccupied with sex as Denise is.
Harve brushed Carson’s shoulders, handed him his briefcase, and said, “Go get em, tiger.”
“Damn, I’m nervous as cat stuck up a tree. Why did I ever agree to take a murder case? I’m not ready for the responsibility of keeping a man out of a life in prison.”
“Think positive, buddy. The job is to prevent that from happening. Besides, you have the most prestigious law firm assisting.”
He walked the block to the courthouse and calmed a bit. However, as he placed his briefcase on the defense’s table, his hands trembled as he spread out his papers. Through gritted teeth he muttered, “Where’s that damn Gordon?”
No sooner than thought, Gordon Little joined him at the table. “Sorry, I brought a new lawyer from my firm to observe the proceedings and got held up.”
“Where is he? Maybe it would look good if he joined us.”
“It’s a she and she has no experience with defense work. Her specialty is prosecution.”
Carson swept his gaze across the room to the prosecution lawyer. He swallowed. The man had never lost a case. The judge entered and they all stood. Things progressed rapidly and the judge denied some evidence, but all his witnesses were accepted. As the judge rose to leave the podium, Gordon clapped Carson on the shoulder. “Relax up a bit, this went well. We still have the man who witnessed men leaving the crime scene, and he’s in protective custody.”
His eyes were on his papers as he placed them in his briefcase, and although he heard a woman speak to Gordon, he didn’t see her before she walked away. “My, my, “Gordon said.
Looking up at Gordon who stood preparing to leave, Carson raised his brows. “What?”
“My associate gave me this note to hand to you.”
He opened the folded paper and gasped. “Where did she go?”
“Out the courtroom door just now.”
Carson snapped the fastenings on his briefcase, said, “Catch you later,” and ran for the door. In the corridor, she was not anywhere in sight. “Damn.” Gordon joined him, he asked, “What is that woman’s name?”
“Isn’t it in the note?” He tried to peer at the piece of paper in Carson’s hand, but it disappeared in his pocket. “You two have met?”
“In a manner of speaking. Excuse me, I have to go.”
On the sidewalk, he pulled the paper from his pocket, uncrumpled it and verified what he’d previously seen. The message read, ‘Meet me on the sixth floor in elevator four at seven.’ He glanced around to see if anyone noticed his trousers forming an obvious protrusion. Holding his briefcase against the front of his pant, he scurried toward his office. God, if he even thought of her, his cock became a steel rod. The bastard wouldn’t go down, and as he passed Stella with his body twisted to the side, she gave him a puzzled look.
Falling in his chair, he dropped the briefcase on the floor and took a deep, shuddering breath. This reaction to a woman he had seen only one time been normal. He heard Stella murmuring to Harvey, and he braced himself. Without knocking, his partner walked in with a Cheshire grin on his face. “Can I guess? Were you captured in the elevator again?”
“What did Stella say?”
He laughed. “She figures you had a bad court experience and came in walking like an old man all hunched over. Don’t worry, I didn’t enlighten her.”
“I swear my body gets completely out of control if I even think of her. She came within touching distance in the courtroom.”
“Is she as good looking as you perceived while in a sexual fog?”
“She spoke to Gordon as I stuffed my briefcase with all my paper work, and I didn’t see her.” He pulled the note from his breast pocket and handed it to Harvey. “Look at this. She gave it to him to pass to me.”
He read the note and grinned. “Oh, brother, you lucky bastard. Denise is constantly calling and this chick wants to fuck your eyes out in a damn elevator. What’s the deal with Denise?”
“She’s a barracuda and I need to get away from her. I expect she’ll make mince meat out of me and throw me to the dogs.”
“I’d be happy to let a woman that looks like her use a hatchet on me. How did the court appearance go, or can you even remember it.”
“Good. Gordon is a great help and advised me how to salvage my main witness.” He pivoted his chair around, stood, and went to his closet. “Out of fresh clothes, I’m going to the apartment.”
Harvey laughed. “That’s silly. You don’t need to dress up and scramble fresh things in a sexathone. Besides, the note says seven and that’s four hours away.”
Carson grinned and walked to the door. “Gotta rest up. See you tomorrow.”
He drove home, careful to keep his mind on driving. Driving into the Red Oaks apartment complex, he looked around and frowned. He should consider moving to a more upscale place; after all the practice had grown quite a bit from the time he moved into the Oaks. It appeared much like a motel, and he ran up a flight of steps to get to a balcony that ran past a dozen apartments. At the third door, he keyed the lock and stepped into the air-conditioned space. Ever since Denise had seen the place, he’d become dissatisfied with his little bachelor apartment. Clean and plain, it consisted of two rooms and a bath. It served a man well who spent twelve to sixteen hours a day at the office. She became outraged that he lived in such lowly circumstances.
To hell with her. He had to tell her their relationship didn’t work for him. Truthfully, everything seemed okay until the action in the elevator, and he wasn’t being fair. He cringed thinking of his behavior with her when last at her apartment. Instead of simply leaving and telling her he wasn’t interested, he became angry after she manipulated him to get what she wanted. The result of his actions left him feeling like a heel. Such behavior was unacceptable, even if she ended up liking it.
He removed his clothes, set the alarm for five-o’clock, and crawled in bed. I’m a damn wimp without the courage to set things straight with Denise, afraid of her outbursts. Not only that, I let another woman live in my mind as if we knew and loved one another forever. Why can’t I control my goddamn cock and behave. Vowing to set things straight and untangle his emotional attachments from both women, he slept.
At seven that evening, Carson took the elevator to the sixth floor. No one else joined him as he had hoped to give him a little protection from behaving like a fool. The door slid open and she stood before him with wide, crystal-blue eyes. Oh my God, she’s so beautiful. Her blonde hair spread across her shoulders glowed from the hall light. His eyes went to her full, ripe lips, and he held out his hand. She entered the elevator and after it dropped a floor-and-a- half, she stopped it. Shit, his cock went crazy, but he forced himself to close his hands over her shoulders and say, “We need to talk. I’ve been going crazy thinking of you and don’t even know your name. It might be better if we step off this elevator and go to dinner and introduce ourselves.”
Her voice husky, she replied, “It was the most exciting and fulfilling sexual experience I’ve ever had, and before we part, I want it again. Chances are, if we become acquainted, it will kill the magic. I watched you in court and had to throw away my panties the minute I left.”
The thought of her pussy wet for him in the courtroom shot an arrow of heat to his cock. So focused on her eyes, he didn’t notice she wore a long
raincoat until it dropped to the floor. The breath left his body so completely that spots appeared before his eyes. He closed them and moaned. She stood completely nude and looked at him with large, limpid eyes as he opened his. Without further thought, he fumbled at the buttons on his shirt. She smiled and did them for him and raked her nails across his chest.
She hummed like a satisfied cat and reached for his belt buckle. The blood left his head and filled his cock, leaving him dizzy. His trousers and boxers slid to the floor as he leaned against the wall of the elevator. His cock bulged and reached for his belly button. Her nails raked his thighs and her hands directed his foot to rise as she pulled the clothing away. Once the second foot was free, she looked up at him and gave the most sensual smile he had ever seen. Her tongue lapped the base of his dick and slid up to its tip, licking off the pre-cum.
He groaned and filled her mouth. With a harsh breath, he said, “I intended this would not happen, but woman I can’t resist you.”
Her mouth left him with a slurping sound, and he clenched his ass muscles. She looked up at him, her forehead furrowed. “I’ve never done this before. Is this all right?”
Reaching down, he lifted her up until her face came inches from his. “If it was more right, I might pass out. But the last time we met, we never kissed properly and I aim to rectify that.” His head bent and his lips covered hers. A gentle kiss turned into a devouring attack upon her mouth. She moaned as his tongue swept across her lips and plunged into the depths. As he kissed her, his hips began moving up and down sliding his cock against her belly.
Her leg crept up to his waist, and he clutched her ass, lifting her. Up came the other leg and she strained against him, trying to envelope his rod with her cunt. Weakness overcame him and he dropped to his knees, with her positioned on his thighs. He reached between them, threaded his hand through the brush of blonde curls, and slid two fingers between her outer and inner lips. She bucked against his hand, and he inserted the fingers into her opening. Her fluids ran into his palm. Reaching for her coat, he fanned it open on the floor, and they toppled onto it.