The Desk

[sufi]

Graham Johnson Jr. Esq

Meeting room 4 was about a mile down the hall. Or so it seemed.
Entering it I was anoyed that I felt winded.

The events following my meeting with Garcia had me burning my candle at both ends. The fun is just beginning. Here was Charlene Welks. Dressed in a stiff business suit, she was hot and bothered by the look of her. I knew she preferred lace to gabardine. Maybe we could arrange some Banana Republic cotton....first, business.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting Charlene. I'm putting together a little party for some people you know. We'll call it a pig roast. Just your cup of tea I think."

I hope I put her off her guard, she's probably been cooling those spike heels for a good 15 minutes. What a tigress she is when she feels slighted. I should know. I interviewed her for a position here at the firm when she got out of law school. She had my vote but Francess was in a jealous heat. Since then I think she's held a grudge against me. Even though I make certain some casework gets outsourced to her office from time to time.

Gazing at her, I was at once willing to do anything for her and ready to fend off blows. God, I loved her looks. Pity I never got a chance to go round or two with Charlene.

Try a little gratuitous flattery, Graham;
"Nice suit! You're a site for sore eyes, really. Have a seat Charl'."

 

[mac_crazy]

Jason was a bit torn. He relished the fact that an assignment was already planned for him, he was the adventurous type that didn't like to sit idle. However, his morning of butting heads with Lili was quite intriguing, and he had wanted to see where it would lead.

But there was really no decision to be made. He came to this firm to do a job, and he wouldn't let any piece of ass get in the way of that (although she was the hottest piece he had seen in some time!).

"Excellent, Edwin! I look forward to the challenge." Jason watched Pitt as he blatantly undressed Lili with his eyes while he disclosed his plans for her. Not all of his plans, though, I'm sure, Jason smirked to himself. And with that thought, he put any thought of Lili out of his mind. He was now in business-mode, and that meant no distractions.

"If you're through with me, Edwin, I'll go on ahead to meet with Graham. Lili, thank you for your assistance, it was a pleasure meeting you." He gave her his best bullshit smile, and turned for the door.

 

[DreamGrrl]

Lillith

Lili stood for a moment, torn.

Her emerald gaze flickered between Johnson's departing figure and the expectantly standing Pitt. Then it flew to Burton and she could feel her eyes widening with surprise and confusion.

But then a purely feminine, delighted smile curved her full, coral-colored lips and she simply inclined her head.

"Hello Mr. Johnson. And thank you, Mr. Pitt, I'm happy, as always to serve the firm's needs." The look she flashed Burton was pure deviltry as she turned on one heel into Mr. Pitt's office.

"Enjoy your casework, Mr. Burton," she said with utter delight.

Lili returned Pitt's steaming gaze with a rather flirting one of her own as she slid past him and into his office, moving to sit on the edge of his desk and drawing a small notepad and pen out of her little purse.

She stood with both poised, watching the tableau playing out in the office foyer through a screen of lashes as she demurely leaned against the desk and patiently waited for Mr. Pitt to announce her newest task list.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Charlene Welks

Charlene looked up from the woman’s magazine she was reading as the door opened. Tossing aside A Workaholic’s Guide To Dating with a roll of her eyes, she crossed her legs, hoping she wouldn’t end up running into anybody she had a bone to pick with. She was in a half decent mood today, and she intended on keeping her currently bright outlook for as long as she could manage.

“Graham…” she said, one word with no inflictions whatsoever. Just a simple statement of fact, or so she hoped. Charlene had a pretty good idea he had been one of the people who had kept her out of their specialty litigations department, her sole interest coming out of law school.

Still, he was one of the “good guys,” if there were such things among lawyers. Someone she could get along with, although they tended to butt heads like two competing rams. Her endless repertoire of sarcastic jabs never failed her in such situations, though, and she had got in her fair share of satisfying retorts.

“A pig roast, eh? You do remember I’m a vegetarian, right?” she said. Not that there was anyway he could forget – she tended to bill a lot of working lunches to JW&P. And whenever there were others from his firm – ‘carnivores’ as she liked to call them – present, she would pester them about the inhumanity of killing animals.

“Nice suit! You're a site for sore eyes, really.”

“With the color scheme around this place, I’d imagine I am,” Charlene said, unfazed by his empty compliment. There were those who said flattery could get you everywhere. She tended to be a bit more skeptical, although weaseling her way into someone’s good side was a technique she flaunted daily in the courtroom.

“Did you have a funeral director as your interior designer, or what?”

She settled back into the executive leather chair, studded with tacky brass decorations, across the desk from him.

“So, Graham, how goes it on your front?” Charlene asked, in an attempt to pick up her side of the necessary polite conversation. “Getting’ rocky enough you need to drag in your faithful street savvy ruffians, eh?”

 

[sufi]

Graham Johnson Jr. Esq

I leveled as serious a stare at an old sparing partner as I could.
I think she picked it up because the room got still.
"I have to be candid with you Charl. This one is going to be a little rough. So youre damned right I need you, and on your toes."

Not meaning to take all the fun out of our day, I needed her to understand how big the stakes were.

"The designer assured me the dead look was in, but that could have been last year."
I leaned back in my chair, crossed my legs. Looking down my nose accross the table, my blue eyes still above her deep green pools. I distractedly picked lint off the cuff of my trousers.
"Fashion can get really stale after a while don't you think?"

Abruptly, I got back to business.
"We're going up against Werner & Lowe and for the moment we have no ammunition. That's why I sending you and an in house P.I. to Mexico. He'll take care of running the interviews but I want you to oversee the legal ramifications. I need solid dirt! So you send your individual evaluations on his secure link. If Werner's shit is as hard as I think, his sphincter's still dialated and I want it spasming in vain in front of three federal judges."

I'm usually not so graphic around women. I'm of the old school. Too, I imediately regretted letting my personal interest show. But, as inappropriate as either were, I saw Charlene smile a slight warm smile, I think in spite of herself. Duh, I think she holds that grudge because she's in love with me!

I felt very smug just then, patting my pockets for a cigar. I never thought I would ever get the chance to black that schmuck Werner's eye let alone broil his ass. And maybe a title match with Ms Welks could be in the realm of possibility.

 

[badmatt]

Mr. Pitt

"Well, Lili, with the new case that Burton will be off on, you and I will be working more closely together." He smiled a wicked smile as his eyes locked on her ample chest while he grabbed a file off his desk and handed it to her, joining her sitting on the edge of the desk.

"This one has everything, injuries, perscriptions, and even some sex." THe last word hissed out and Edwin knew she had to have heard the lust in it. "Basically it's your every day case of 'I got hurt on the job now pay me for it,' with someone who's apparently not even hurt. But wer'e also going to nail a hospital and a clinic, cause they're in on it too, thanks to the 'injured party's sexual tendencies. What I need from you, before the end of business today is a proposal about how you'd like to proceed with this case. Take the file, look it over, watch the video we've already collected, try not to get too excited, it's very.....graphic." He stood up and went to help her off the desk but she was already hopping off and his hand ended up pretty much grabbing her right breast. He looked down and couldn't resist the urge to squeeze the soft flesh through her suit. He slowly pulled back, his fingers almost massaging as he finally let go.

 

[mac_crazy]

**Jason Burton**

Jason strolled back down the hallway from which he and Lili came. He took his time on his way to the next meeting, he knew Johnson was waiting for him, probably with some other lawyers as well. But yet another method of getting the upper hand was to "always make them wait for you." He knew these were in fact his "teammates", and that most PI's wouldn't risk offending a colleague by delaying unnecessarily, but Jason was not like most PI's. He wanted the jump on anyone and everyone.

He meandered down the corridor, deep in thought about his new employers, until he came upon the Louis portrait for the second time. He studied it for a moment, his discerning eye having already confirmed it to be an original the first time he passed it with Lili. He had had a gift of keen observation since he was a child, able to instantly pick a diamond from a CZ by the age of 7, at 13 infuriating the wanna-be hustlers behind the high school at their own lame 3-card Monte scams. He had honed his skill to a razor sharp edge in the years since; the fact that virtually nothing got past him was the backbone to his strength as a top notch PI.

He gazed at the portrait for a few more seconds, then turned and headed back to the outer office where Johnson awaited his arrival.

He reached the door, turned the brass handle, and it swung open. He expected to see Johnson andmaybe two or three more lawyers. As he stepped into the room, Johnson's presence barely registered in his brain as he stared at the woman seated across the desk from him.

"Charlene Welks," he uttered, through clenched teeth. Jesus, he had just finished dealing with that vixen Lili, and now this? Part of his mind immediately shouted *conspiracy!*, as though the senior partners were deliberately trying to throw at him the most difficult obstacles possible. What in the hell was she doing here?

 

[DreamGrrl]

Lillith

Lili was gathering her things together, already mentally drawing up a tasklist of things she'd want to pursue within the firm first and moving away from the desk when it happened.

It had a surreal, dream-like quality that made everything seem to slow down and happen in slow motion. Mr. Pitt was reaching forward with one hand - most likely to ease her off his massive desk - as she was already bounding forward, her paperwork in hand. His outstretched hand curled around her right breast and she found herself suddenly without breath. In that single, freeze-frame moment she could imagine Mr. Pitt as he had leaned over her earlier, hissing the word 'sex' into her ear.

Even before she could begin to gasp, or blush, or even draw away, she felt the most incredible thing happen. Her large, dark nipple, nestled in the secretive cradle of her rather thick bra, leapt into existence and pushed impudently against Mr. Pitt's outstretched fingers. Then, those long, large fingers were actually squeezing - almost plumping! - the full, rounded flesh they encircled. The softest, most involuntary of "Oh!" sounds left Lili's rounded mouth.

In the next heartbeat, an extremely bizarre sequence of events occured. The first was the soft, groaning sound that left Lili's lips even as her back arched, pressing herself hungrily against Mr. Pitt's hand. The second was the total nervelessness in her fingers which caused the evidence folder, manila envelope, notepad, pen, and everything else she clutched to go tumbling down in a bizarre pattern. The last was Mr. Pitt finally seemed to realize where his hand lay and began drawing it away - yet those fingers tightened and stroked and rubbed at each centimeter of flesh as they moved, making another little moan tear from Lili's lips.

Lili stood, in shocked, confused silence for one moment, looking up at Pitt with huge, glassy eyes. He was so tall... he seemed to tower over her and she quickly licked her lips and bobbed her head.

"Uh, yes, right away, sir," she muttered huskily, falling to her hands and knees and beginning to try and shove the fluttering papers back into the file folder, trying to ignore her furious blush, heaving chest, and pounding heart.

 

[mac_crazy]

OOC: BadMatt, Jason is gonna make Pitt pay for sending him away from sweet Lili!! *but have lots of fun with her, she's a wild one* ROFLMAO

 

[Mistress Jorja]

OOC: What? Don’t think you’ll have your hands full enough with Charlene?

::: evil grin :::

 

[badmatt]

Mr. Pitt

He looked down, lust overtaking him, wanting to feel her flesh on his, wanting her naked under him. "Lili..." He trailed off a bit as she looked up, his mind wracked with the image of her pulling his cock out of his pants and sucking him right then and there. He reached down and ran a finger briefly along her chin, then pulled her back up, the papers still on the floor. He pulled her close, feeling her body pressed to his and kissing her lips lustily. The hardness rapidly growing in his pants pressed against her. He leaned back just far enough to slide a hand between them and grab her other breast this time, kneading it softly as his free hand slid down her back and clenched her ass. "MMMMMM"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Charlene Welks

Charlene groaned as Graham slid the Werner & Lowe files across the mahogany desk. She had almost forgotten…no clientele file at JW&P was less than an inch thick. Pulling out her petite Calvin Klein wire rimmed reading glasses, she perched them on the bridge of her nose and flipped open to the journal. Neatly logged on the preprinted form on the inside cover were each entry, arranged in chronological order.

“You have someone to brief me on this, I assume,” she looked skeptically at Graham, “I may be a speed reader, but there’s no way this is getting done in your time frame.”

Paging through the tax records, company correspondence, a chain of title for the real estate holding, and employment records, she set it squarely on the corner of the desk.

“I hope your hot shit PI knows his stuff. ‘Cause if you put me on another case with a rookie, Graham, and expect me to babysit, I swear…”

Charlene’s rant faded mid-sentence as the door closed behind someone with a monotonous click. Graham stood to make his introductions.

“This is Charlene Welks, the lawyer on our company’s retainer who I’ve been telling you about. Char, this is…”

“Hello Jason,” Charlene broke in coolly. It was hard to be menacing when you’re a foot shorter than most of your colleagues, and sitting down didn’t help her case. Still, she managed it with enough district judges to earn her a much worked for reputation.

“I see you two have met,” Graham looked from one to the other.

“Once or twice,” Charlene chimed in, the tightlipped smile she wore matching the disdain in her voice.

 

[DreamGrrl]

Lillith

OOC:
Aww, cum ON guys I made a casting call / OOC thread specifically for that purpose!



mac - I'mma hurt you. LOL Don't make MJ feel bad - we LIKE having her here with us! Repeat after me!

LOL




*~*~*
Lillith
*~*~*

She was scrambling on her hands and knees, trying to gather and hurriedly organize everything back into some semblance of order when she heard Pitt call her name. She eased her hips back on her heels, looking up at him uncertainly.

One of those long, lean fingers reached out, caressing along the length of her chin before he bent over and drew her shoulders into his hands, tugging her to her feet. She could feel her heart pounding the blood through her ears even as she numbly allowed him to steer her lithe young body upwards. The office's subdued lighting suddenly seemed almost ominous as he continued to draw her up, pulling her tight against his body, pressing each granite inch against her now-shivering frame until she couldn't draw breath without the hard planes of his chest feeling it.

His eyes glittered darkly, the desire in them reflecting clearly even as she looked up at him, stunned, her eyes huge and unblinking, almost that 'caught in the headlights' look wild animals get.

And then he was lowering his mouth to hers, dragging her upwards until she stood on tiptoe, pressed against him, his lips brushing over hers. Lili's eyes instantly fluttered closed, and in the darkness she only felt that butterfly caress more deeply. Her own lips were pliant and moist beneath his, parting unconsciously.

Instantly the kiss turned fiercely hungry, almost predatory, his tongue delving into the hot cavern of her mouth and making Lili whimper softly in the back of her throat. Her neck arched even more fully as her full, coral lips parted wider beneath his surging tongue, and she could feel shivers of sensation ripple along her spine with each delicious thrust of that hot, wet organ into her soft mouth.

She felt his chest ease away and then there was a hand cupping her other aching breast, caressing it with a bittersweet finesse that left the nipple hardened and painful within a heartbeat. She felt her tiny, round buttock enfolded in one of those meaty hands and then her belly was suddenly nestling his steel rod, throbbing and feverish even through the layers of clothes.

Lili couldn't help it - her mouth opened in a wide, gasping sound of pleasure around that exploratory tongue, a wavering sound of "Aaahhhhh" that was half breath and half sounds as her arms lifted and twined about that solid neck, her slender, petite body pressing each limb against him hungrily even as her hips rolled beneath that near-bruising grip on her ass.

 

[sufi]

Graham Johnson Jr. Esq

"I see you two have met." My voice trails off. The temperature difference between Charlene's ice and Burton's fire was going to cause a thunder shower indoors....

"Um, Jason, please sit down. You need to get up to speed on this. The time table is fast track. You will depart La Guardia at 8 for Mexico City, connect for San Luis Potosi. You will meet Francisco Garcia from the Federal Attorney's Office who will introduce you to his contact."

"Understand, this contact is very cagey about speaking to anyone. So you'll want to be solicitous. It seems there is a memo from the C.O.O. of US Plating that was cc'ed to ol' Alfred Werner which puts both their asses in the sling. Plating has put mucho bucks behind this little scam and there's a hundred million dead Generalissimo's more if they can get away with it. I want that memo, Jason." I stare at him till he nods.

The two were at least seeming to pay attention, maybe they'll be able to work together.

"Charlene, there'll be Pesos for us in the paperwork Garcia gives you. Make sure it all adds up. I want transcripts for every meeting, Fed Ex the tapes daily. I trust you to keep this hot shot inside the ring or Werner will blackmail me in Mexican court. Get me?" I look apologetically at her and shrug slightly.

Turning to Burton, "Jason, you're new around here and I wouldn't drop this job in your lap but for your reputation. Down there, there's plenty of room to get lost in."
I paused to let that sink in.
"I trust you to not let anything happen to our best contractor."
I realised I was actually concerned for Charlene's safety.

"I can't tell you if anyone else knows knows this cat is loose. I can tell you things will get dicey if we suffer any leaks, or Garcia has slipped up somewhere. I can also tell you Garcia wants these guys almost as much as I do so he'll be swinging for you."

" Lilli has prepared a brief but if you have any questions I'll try to answer them now or when you've read it."

 

[badmatt]

Pitt

"Oh, Lili." He lifter her off the ground by her ass and set her on the large desk, grinding against her as he pushed her onto her back. He knelt on the desk between her legs and ground against her letting her feel his need.

 

[DreamGrrl]

Lillith

The kiss broke to the half-groaned sound of:

"Oh, Lili," from Pitt.

In the next instant each of her quivering buttocks were enfolded in those large, strong hands and she felt herself lifted, pressed against throbbing hungry flesh before being eased onto the hard, cool surface of that massive monstrosity of a desk. Her lower legs dangled over the edge, her knees splaying widely as he knelt between them on the desk. Her skirt drew taut and then upwards as her thighs eased farther apart, welcoming the hard pressure of his granite thighs between her golden ones, her upper body being bent backwards until she lay flattened against the blotter and assorted paraphernellia behind her.

And then he was flexing his hips, grinding the rigid proof of his arousal against her exposed, most vulnerable flesh. Lili's black silk thong did little to hinder her already-moistened outer lips sensitivity - if anything, the silk pressed into her folds like another layer of skin, and the throbbing sensations that arose from the juncture of her thighs made her gasp and writhe beautifully. Her head fell back, her face flushed and lips parted with her own growing arousal, her hands lifting to clutch feebly at the front plackets of Pitt's suit jacket even as her back arched, her own outer jacket falling aside to let her press her hard and aching nipples against the solid, rippling chest above her.

"Aahhh, S-Sir!" she panted out, shivering deliciously, drawing him tight against her, she lifted and flexed her thighs, cradling and clutching the hips driving eagerly against her and feeling an answering rise of fragrant dew from within.

 

[badmatt]

Pitt

He leaned down once again as she drew him in with her legs and he tugged on a nipple with his teeth again. Then his hands came up, sliding her blouse free and pulling her up to undo her bra, as her breasts came free he pulled the blouse off and let the bra fall so he could cup her perfect breasts. "Mmmm.." He moaned softly as he leaned in again to suckle at them tenderly before lashing them with his tongue. As his tongue deftly explored her nipples, his fingers slid between them. One hand undoing his pants, the other rubbing her through her already wet panties. As he freed his cock he rubbed the head over the wet silk and asked "Is this what you want? Do you need it? Are you ready for it?"

 

[mac_crazy]

*****
Jason
*****

Jason returned Char's glare. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her, probably sometime around graduation. He also didn't remember her looking as fine as she did right now in her fire-engine red business suit and heels.

What he did remember, though, was the "feud" that the two carried on throughout most of the years that they were at the University together. Both intent on running the fast track to "super-attorney" status, they took the same curriculum, studied for the same exams, and tried to impress the same professors. Rarely did she ever out-work, out-think, or out-do him in any aspect of college life, and she knew it the whole time. He wondered if she remembered any of that. Shit, of course she did! Any self-respecting lawyer would carry that with them throughout their career, use it as motivation, as incentive to become better. If she still carried a grudge, he figured he'd soon find out.

Johnson began to outline the upcoming assignment. Jason and Char were to fly to Mexico, meet with Garcia from the Federal Attorney's Ofice, and then interview a significant informer. He stresed the importance of keeping things legit and low-key so that the firm wouldn't feel the burn if the project blew up on them.

"Jason, you're new around here," Graham went on,"and I wouldn't drop this job in your lap but for your reputation. Down there, there's plenty of
room to get lost in."

He paused,as if to let that sink in.

"I trust you to not let anything happen to our best contractor," he finished, and nodded at Charlene, who had resumed her icy stare at Jason.

"Of course, Graham," Jason assured him. "Char and I have a long history together, I'll take good care of her." He knew this would irk her, and smiled inwardly.

"Char," he continued, looking over at her, "I can assure you I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe. You'll be in good hands." He couldn't yet tell if his purposeful condescending tone was having any effect on Char or not, but he enjoyed it just the same.

"I've been staying at Le Meridien until I find a place to settle down in, so I'll need to head back there to get some travelling things," Jason informed the two lawyers. "So if we're finished here, I'll stop back by Edwin's office, get Lilith's brief from her, and head back to my hotel."

 

[DreamGrrl]

Lillith

Lili's arched back had the miraculous effect of drawing Pitt's hard-drawn mouth to one of her puckered, aching nipples, and he nibbled and nipped deliciously at it as she writhed, making her moan and gasp. His big, meaty hands rose and quickly seperated the tiny buttons on her blouse, easing apart the fabric and then drawing it and her bra quickly down her arms before cupping and kneading each of her full, golden breasts.

The nipples, dark and jutting, throbbed and ached in the cool rush of air before Pitt's head descended.

"Mmmmm," he moaned softly, and then each peak was alternately sucked deep and hard into the heated cavern of his mouth, his tongue dancing and then lashing and suckling at them demandingly. Lili's whole body felt electrified - her hands gently cradled that dark head to her heaving, writhing bosoms as her own head fell backwards, her eyes squeezing shut as liquid ecstasy flowed through her veins - and from between her velvetty inner thighs.

Then those large hands were worming their way down her body, and Lili couldn't help the involuntary leap of her hips even as those fingers drew over her mons, pressing into the thinly veiled, saturated flesh between her quivering thighs - she felt those blunt fingers stroking over her fevered flesh with a butterfly's touch and she groaned, her hips bucking upwards, trying to court them deeper, harder, inside and against her drenched inner walls.

The fingers withdrew and Lili moaned, heartbroken at their loss until something much larger, much firmer replaced them. Carmine-covered iron, broad, thick, blunt, pulsing and delciously solid pressed at her splayed nether lips, tracing the delicious inner depths of her through the drenched silk of her black thong.

"Is this what you want? Do you need it? Are you ready for it?" he practically growled, and Lili almost sobbed with the need that had her shuddering and splayed beneath this giant of a man.

"Ooohhhh godd, yes Sir pplleeaasseeeee!" she gasped, looking up at Pitt through smokey lashes, her eyes glistening and crystalline, shining brightly with the desire that even now overflowed and coated the glistening head of the member pressing against her eager young body...

 

[Khadgar]

Durin O'Shera

During was walking down the hall when suddenly out of one door came a hurried "Ooohhhh godd, yes Sir pplleeaasseeeee!" Durin furrowed his brows and listened. heavy panting.... well, no reason to intude on that! he continued his way down the hall.

 

[DreamGrrl]

**BUMP**

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Charlene Welks

“Char, I can assure you I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe. You'll be in good hands.”

Charlene tossed her head back and issued a shrill laugh at Jason’ demeaning comment.

“Oh, I’m sure you will…”

She looked to Graham with a pointed, ‘help-me-please” glare, pleading with her eyes. Turning to Jason, she rested a hand on his shoulder, opening the door for him.

“So nice to see you again, Jason,” she smiled warmly at him as she practically shoved him out into the hallway,” Alot of my friendships from law school melted away after graduation, but it’s so nice to know that you’ll always be here.”

Shutting the door, Charlene leaned on it as if afraid he might come storming back in. Graham had a bemused look on his face, at her expense, and she snapped irritably at him.

“Well I’m certainly glad one of us enjoyed that.”

Picking up the file and opening it again, she fell easily back into her all-business, no-nonsense character.

“So think I’m gonna be able to get these guys to talk? Monetary bribes…family threats…what kinda brick wall am I up against this time?”

 

[sufi]

Graham Johnson Jr. Esq

Charlene shut the door and leaning against it, against Burton's possible return, looked at me with such waif like eyes that I felt I owed her something.

She returned to the desk and the file. I was thinking hard.

She went back to business. That's Charlene, Mistress of her emotions.

 

[mac_crazy]

*****
Jason
*****

Jason had done it again. His ability to piss women off today was at a staggering peak. It was just coming so easy to him! He smiled to himself, running the last few minutes back through his mind, up to the point where Charlene had practically shoved him out of the office. The flushed look of fury and embarrassment that crossed her pretty face was well worth the antagonistic bullshit he was going to have to go through on this expedition with her, but he figured he'd have to backpedal a bit with her, to try to smooth things over. He despised being burdened with a "partner" on major cases (or any case, for that matter), but this being his first job for JW&P, he would go with the flow. Besides, maybe he and Charlene could "bury the hatchet" on this trip. He grinned lecherously, imagining peeling that bright red suit of hers right off, and discovering exactly what she was wearing underneath it.

He strolled past the receptionist's desk; she didn't seem to notice him, as she was facing the other way involved in a phone conversation that, from what he overheard as he walked by, was mainly an argument over whose Jumbalaya should have been crowned Best of Show at the local Cook-Off.

He approached Pitt's office door, raised his right hand to knock, then stopped. He cocked his head a bit to the right, listening. Was that... moaning? Like sexual moaning? He closed his eyes, trying to enhance his auditory senses. The thick oak door wasn't making it any easier for him, but he was sure now. That was Lili, practically screaming in ecstasy!

"Ooohhhh godd, yes Sir pplleeaasseeeee!" rang through his head. How the hell could the receptionist not be hearing this? he thought, then realized she probably did, but was trying not to.

Jason had a dilemma. He had a vision of a tiny figure appearing on each of his shoulders, one in a white robe with wings, the other dressed in a red jumpsuit with horns and a pitchfork. It only took a fraction of a second for him to imagine the little prude in the white robe getting impaled by the red guy's trident, and he grinned again, even more wickedly than before. He reached for the door handle, turned it, and pushed his way into the office.

"Mr. Pitt, there was one other thing--" he started, probably louder than he needed to, but he wanted to make sure they heard him over Lili's groaning.

He concocted a look of disbelief on his face, but he had a good idea of what his eyes would see as he entered. Lili was laid back on the desk, completely naked from the waist up, a pair of incredible tits protruding up towards Pitt, who stood over her, rubbing his erect cock on her soaking g-string.

 

[DreamGrrl]

**Ba-ba-BUMP**