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I filled out a simple application form in the law office, and then waited perhaps a half hour before I was interviewed by Robert Carney, an attorney, but not our target. Our target was C. Bradford Foote, Jr. the thirty-five-year-old President and CEO of the firm. There had been at least twenty complaints lodged against him, all by girls under twenty-one.

The interview with Mr. Carney went well, and I was directed to Mr. Foote's secretary who set up an appointment with Brad Foote for the following week.

The cops were thrilled. I got my foot in the door.

A week later, when his secretary led me to his office, I noticed she closed the blinds in his office. Was she complicit? Mrs. Thurman was perhaps sixty-years-old. Old enough to be my grandmother and Brad Foote's mother.

Mr. Foote closed and locked the door behind me. He had my application in his hand. "Violet, may I call you Violet?"

"Of course, Mr. Foote."

"You can call me Brad. Reading this, it doesn't look like you have much experience, but that's okay, the position we have open is an entry-level one."

He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. "There are some skills which we find important for the good of the firm, but don't require business or legal experience. Are you a team player, Violet?" His hand moved from my shoulder to my ass.

I'd been coached by Mr. Green and his team on questions like this and what his hands might do. "Yes sir. If you hire me, I'll do my part to never let you or the firm down. Mr. Foote, I desperately need a job, I'll do anything if you just give me a chance."

Then it happened. It happened just like some of those girls described. "Violet, I'd highly consider you for this position. Come sit on the couch."

Before sitting down, "It's getting a little warm in here." He took off his suit jacket. "Why don't you take off your blazer. Here let me help you."

With the extra button of my blouse unbuttoned, I was showing a lot of cleavage, and no matter what I wore my 34Ds were hard to hide. "I can do it myself."

I neatly laid my blazer over a chair as I'd been instructed. "Violet, they're gorgeous. I mean you're a beautiful young woman."

When I sat back down, Mr. Foote did not hesitate to kiss me. I resisted but didn't resist.

"Ummmm, Mr. Foote, I came here for a clerical position."

"Of course, you did, and if this interview goes well, I'll hire you." His hands were all over my tits.

I gave only token resistance as my bra came off, and then Mr. Foote slipped his hand under my skirt. Just enough resistance to make him think I was reluctant and it was his skill as a lover which broke down my will to fight him off.

Twenty minutes later, I was naked and his pants were below his knees, and I was on my knees. "Mr. Foote, I really don't know how to do this. I never did this with my boyfriend."

"Just do the best you can. Once you're hired, we'll see each other once, perhaps twice a week and you'll get plenty of practice."

Only the judge and both attorneys saw the evidence. Agent Green had Mr. Foote on tape. I'd done my job well. Brad Foote was going to jail.

Agent Green assured me that the one and only copy of the tape was destroyed. He burned in a trash can right in front of me. Too bad prostitutes couldn't advertise their product like other businesses; that tape would have brought me a lot of business.

It helped convict Brad Foote that they had another woman who was willing to testify in person if necessary.

Her name was Mrs. Eve Thurman, C. Brad Foote's secretary.

She was willing to tell the judge: "I was hired by the former President and CEO, Mr. Clayton Bauman. My husband lost his job, and Mr. Bauman made it clear what I needed to do to get hired and keep mine. "Eve, you're a married woman. I'm sure this isn't new to you."

"The blinds in his office were closed and the door locked. His pants were below his knees and his cock was almost hard. I got on my knees.

"To be honest since my husband lost his job he was never in the mood, and I have to tell you Mr. Bauman's cock was far bigger. It looked so inviting.

"From then on, every Friday morning, as soon as Mr. Bauman arrived at work, I'd go into his office, close the blinds and lock the door. He told me I was marvelous, but he also made it clear that this could be my last day if I didn't perform on my knees for him.

"A year later, my husband died. I think he found out about me and Mr. Bauman and it broke his heart.

"I took six months off from work, but now I was financially in a difficult place. When I came back, Mr. Bauman closed the blinds in his office and locked the door. "Mrs. Thurman, I don't have a position open at this time, but perhaps you could convince me to create one just for you." I got on my knees.

"From then on, we went back to our Friday morning private sessions in his office with the blinds closed and the door locked.

"I'm embarrassed to say in his office there were only blowjobs. I used his private bathroom to fix my face when we were done. My lipstick was a mess.

"I say there were only blowjobs, but that was in his office. Four or five times a year there were law conferences: Las Vegas, Miami, Cancun. Mr. Bauman needed an aide and secretary to help him navigate these nation-wide conferences with thousands of lawyers.

"Of course he chose me. We had separate rooms in the hotel and conference center. I was twenty-five at the time; he was fifty-eight.

"Yes, he attended lectures; some I attended with him, taking notes. Other times he went by himself and I got to sit by the pool drinking Pina Coladas. Lots of Pina Coladas because I knew when those lectures were over, Mr. Bauman would want to fuck me. Every day, usually twice a day.

"Just like with those Friday blowjobs, I was disgusted, but I needed to work. Just as disgusting as the blowjobs was having that old man on top of me. I needed another Pina Colada just thinking about it.

"Physically, the fucking was grand. Like I said, Mr. Bauman had a big cock, and he banged me good. I screamed with delight with each thrust. It was the mental part that I had difficulty with.

"My periodic and very generous raises made it all worthwhile. I was no longer financially destitute.

"I almost quit once. We were in Cancun and Mr. Bauman said, "Eve, I'm close to retirement. I'm negotiating a merger. It'll be good for the firm. I'm going to introduce you to C. Bradford Foote, Sr. I need you to convince him that a merger with us is the right thing. Do you know what I mean?"

I blushed. "Yes, Mr. Bauman."

"Eve, it won't be too bad. And I'll make it up to you." Mr. Bauman thought that fucking me with that big cock was making it up to me.

"It was when I met Brad Foote. Sr. that I almost quit. He was seventy-years-old. At the time, I'd just celebrated my twenty-eighth birthday.

"My Foote, Sr. was a lousy fuck and his cock was less than average size. It didn't do anything for me. I think he knew that. Why did I know that? Mr. Foote proved to be the greatest pussy eater.

"Not that I knew much about having my pussy eaten. My husband was good about it on our honeymoon and until he lost his job. Then nothing.

"Mr. Foote, Sr. was between my legs, "Eve, I know at my age, my cock can't satisfy a young woman like you, but I hope I can make it up to you."

Like I said, his tongue was like nothing I'd ever felt. I had orgasm after orgasm. Sometimes with Mr. Bauman I faked it; there was no faking it with Mr. Foote, Sr's. tongue. To my surprise he kept going and going; it was as if my pussy juices were like an energy drink: my own special concoction.

"The merger went through and Mr. Bauman did make it up to me. He may have actually taken an energy drink. That big cock pounded my pussy then pounded it some more. I didn't have to fake it because my mind was elsewhere. My mind was on C. Brad Foote Sr.'s tongue.

"With the merger, Mr. Foote's brother, Robert, became President and CEO. He called me into his office his first day. "Eve, I'm going to restructure the secretarial and clerical pool. No one's safe. Mr. Bauman says I should keep you around. Can you give me a good reason?"

"I closed the blinds and locked the door. He wasn't all that big; I did him easily but he wanted nothing to do with eating my pussy.

"That's how every Friday's been for the past thirty years. When Brad Foote, Jr. took over, he was ecstatic to find that a mature woman my age was willing. His first week on the job, "Mrs. Thurman, my father told me that something special happens in my office on Friday mornings. Do you want to fill me in?"

"I closed the blinds and locked the door. He was thirty; I was fifty.

"Like his father had, Brad, Jr. took me to those legal conferences. It was me at those conferences who taught Brad how to please a woman. His cock was huge, so unlike his father. And unlike his father, Brad Jr. learned to love the taste of my pussy. Like I said, I was old enough to be his mother.

"To be honest, I loved it all. To have a young man his age fuck me with that enormous cock, and to top it all off, eat my pussy was something special.

"One Friday when I closed the blinds and locked the door, Brad took me in his arms. "Eve, why don't you take off your skirt, panty hose and panties today? I've been thinking about your delicious pussy."

"It didn't work out. I was too noisy. It was the way Brad Jr. ate me. It was that thirty-year-old Brad was infatuated with my fifty-year-old pussy. That in itself was a turn on. I got strange looks from the clerks and secretaries when I came out of his office. I had a big smile on my face.

"He never ate me in his office again. I continued to have my Friday morning specials.

"Then one day, he said, "Eve, you can continue to work here, but I need some younger girls around here."

"I knew exactly what he meant. I was now post-menopausal and fucking was painful. Sucking his big cock wasn't nor was having my pussy eaten enough; guys his age like to fuck.

"It was me who came up with the idea of luring young girls to our office, When I thought there was a girl who might be what Brad Jr. was looking for, it was me who led her to his office and closed the blinds. That was a signal.

"That didn't mean that I didn't get rewarded for my exemplary work. As soon as he could get away, he'd take me to a very classy hotel. I'd sit on the edge of the bed, and Brad knelt on the floor eating my pussy. "Eve, the older you get, the sweeter your pussy gets."

"I was in heaven. Friday evening and into the night, Brad ate. I still got a thrill sucking that big, young cock, which I did Saturday morning before we checked out. That blowjob was preceded by some early morning pussy eating. Could a woman my age ask for more?

TO BE CONTINUED

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