Lawyer’s Transformation 2
Meredith got up that morning, frowning at the way her body ached—it was a pleasant ache, the kind of “Freshly fucked” feeling that she hadn’t encountered very often in her life. You didn’t get that way when faked having fun in sex, but when you were eagerly fucking a guy with everything you had.
She shook her head as she got dressed. She had other things to worry about. But even so… Meredith paused in front of the mirror, making certain she looked perfect. She wiggled her ass, looking over her shoulder, then turned around and cupped her tits through the fabric of the blouse, hefting them, enjoying the way they felt under her flesh. As usual, she was dressed to impress but…
Maybe something a little more daring today? Part of Meredith wondered what she was thinking. That wasn’t how she showed herself off… She went for professional, not overtly sexy.
But still…
Almost like they had a will of her own, her fingers rose to the buttons of her blouse, undoing first one, then a second, showing off the beginning of her expansive cleavage. She stared at herself in the mirror, the way that the weight of her tits had pulled the fabric apart, almost like it had been designed to show off her boobs…
And then Meredith smiled.
She was still smiling as she left the elevator, heading for her office. More than a few people had looked at her as she’d strutted her way down the sidewalk. Some looked at her revealed cleavage, others looked at the way she was swinging her hips.
Meredith found herself enjoying the attention. It had been a long time since she’d just had guys looking at her, and she could look at them with no ulterior motive. It was…
Fun.
She was still smiling as she walked out of the elevator, heading down the cool corridor to her office. Meredith looked up as she opened the door. “Hello, Dana, how did you…” Her voice trailed off as she got a look at Dana.
Dana was sitting at her desk, working through the morning’s mail with industrious focus. But that wasn’t what stopped Meredith. It was what Dana was wearing.
Or not wearing as the case might be.
Dana, after all, dressed, well… frumpily was the best term. She didn’t dress to impress guys, she didn’t dress to show off her body. Hell, half the time she dressed specifically to hide her body, not wanting people to notice her big chest, curvy hips, and full ass. Meredith had considered it a waste, given the advantage you might get if a guy was focusing on the sexy secretary, as opposed to the paperwork in front of him.
And now, evidently so did Dana. She had changed her dress, and boy it was for the better.
Her sweater was tighter than anything Meredith had seen her wear before, white fabric stretched tightly over her full tits, a deep V neck showing off her expansive cleavage.
Showing it off much better than Meredith’s blouse did. Then, as she turned to see Meredith, standing up with a quick motion, Meredith realized that she didn’t have a bra on.
That was totally not up to the office dress code. For a moment, Meredith thought about yelling at her…
But on the other hand, she bet that Dana didn’t have any bras that could handle her jugs and look good. No frilly ones, or good ones—Dana probably only bought plain white ugly bras. Meredith shuddered at the image of Dana trying to look good in one of those.
Besides, was it so bad? So a guy might stare at her. He might think about how it would feel for her to capture his cock in those fat tits while she was sucking him off.
That wasn’t so bad, was it? After all, that’s what girls like Dana should be using their tits for. To get ahead, to make guys happy, to make a guy… want them.
It was—
“Ms. Jones?”
Meredith started, noticing that Dana had gotten up when she’d been daydreaming. The short secretary turned, showing off her curvy ass, confined in a tight skirt that showed off every bit of her bounty. Meredith licked her lips. That skirt was also a little too short for the office, short enough for a guy to pushed it up around her waist and just fuck her until she was squealing like his little slut…
“I have the signed papers for the Chalmer’s case.”
“Oh—thank you,” Meredith said, trying to calm down. She could feel her nipples pressing into the fabric of her bra, for God’s sake.
“Also, Mr. Jones sent an addendum to his prenup—some more assets.”
“He did? We should charge him extra. The contract makes it plain that”—a pretty woman, all glowing lines, drawing her eyes in…—”You know, what, never mind. I’ll look at them in the office, so send them to me.”
“Okay, I’ve been looking at them already…” Dana said, the hint of a giggle in her voice. “I think you’ll like them.”
“Yeah, like them,” Meredith said absently. She quickly walked into her office, dropping the Chalmer’s files to the side, and booted up the computer.
There they were, on the desktop. Dana knew what she was doing.
And then, Meredith was staring at the files, her eyes happily following the watermark, almost ignoring everything else.
“Pretty,” she murmured to herself. “I should ask them where they get that from…” It’s relaxing. Just let my eyes follow it, and fall into it, and there it is… Then start over again. The words and numbers on the page slowly became senseless, the only thing making sense the watermark…
Meredith let the pen she’d been holding fall to the floor. She didn’t bend down to pick it up. She just sat in her chair, staring at the gleaming file on the screen. Smiling. Ignoring everything but the watermarks symbols.
The pretty symbols.
The symbols were all the mattered.
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