Lawyer's Transformation 2

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…

Lawyer's Transformation 1.4

That night, once Meridith had eaten dinner and dressed for bed, she found herself tossing and turning. It had been a long, long time since she’d had any trouble at all getting to sleep, but today…

The way he acted… The way Dana seemed to be so hot and bothered.  Meredith bit her lip at the image of her proper, repressed secretary walking down the street dressed like a hooker, swaying her hips and wiggling her body to show everyone just what they were going to be getting.

And if she dressed right, she could be getting a lot… Guys would pay real money to fuck that girl… 

Meridith lightly bit her lip at the thought, her eyes closed, the cool air of the bedroom playing over her nightgown-clad form.  Dana might not even charge.  Maybe she’d just bend over and offer to get fucked, because her slutty little body just couldn’t last without a man’s thick, long cock in it. She’d be begging and whining as a guy just bent her over some car, laughing with his friends and then he’d just thrust into her…

One of Meredith’s hands moved down her body, only the thin material of the nightgown between it and her flesh. She paused at one heavy tit, and started lightly rubbing the mass, hissing at the pleasure from the friction against her stiffening nipple.

Dana would be bucking, bawling like an animal in heat and behind her there’d be a line of guys, their cocks out, dripping with precum and ready to take the slut who had so willingly offered herself to them.

Dana would love it. Repressed girls always were the wildest… Repressed… Like…

Meredith…

“Wha—what am I thinking!” Meredith said in shock, sitting upright in the bed, her tits bouncing from the motion. She was panting, could see the image of Dana getting fucked but…

She’d never thought like that. Not now. Dana’s sex life, or lack of one, didn’t interest Meredith at all.

She shook her head.  “I’ve been working too hard.”

Besides, those men would be a lot more interested in Meredith. She was a lot hotter than her secretary.

Smiling at that thought, Meredith rolled over and went to sleep, her last vision that of the strange watermarks in the documents she’d been sent.

Meredith was moaning, shuddering in the middle of the park. She’d been walking home and the guy, that big, powerful guy, had just started talking to her, and suddenly, she was hot and horny and just needed to be fucked…

And so he’d laughed and told her she’d do it out in the open, where everyone could see her.

And they could. There were people walking around, but nobody was calling the cops—they were just taking pictures of her and laughing and someone them were asking if they could take a turn… But Meredith didn’t care. She was bent over the park table, her ass out, skirt pushed up to her waist, blouse pulled down, her bra off, tossed to the side, and she was loving every single thrust of the guy who had taken her.  She could feel her fuck-juices rolling down her inner thighs and it was wonderful.

“Go—fuck, fuck me, fuck me harder…” Meredith grunted, her long, black hair flying around her face.  She could feel the rough surface of the table just rubbing her nipples and it was incredible.

“Damn, I thought lawyers were all stuck up!”  

Meredith shivered at the words. She had been stuck up. Not now. Now, all she wanted was to be fucked, fucked until she was unconscious and she’d get on her hands and knees and beg for the privilege.  That’s when she saw Dana, nude, kneeling in front of a man, her head bobbing as she took his cock like a pro. Behind her, other men waited, their cocks ready. Dana must have been there for a while, since her body was streaked with semen…

“I-I…”  Meredith tried to say something, but suddenly the guy’s cock was swelling in her pussy and she realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom and she wasn’t on the pill and her womb was about to be filled with his cum and that turned her on more than anything else.

She felt her orgasm roar through her and—

Her scream filled the empty, dark room.  Meredith bolted awake breathing hard, feeling the wetness between her legs that showed that she just hadn’t dreamed of having an orgasm, she’d had an orgasm. Somehow, in her thrashing, she’d ripped her gown off of her body, destroying it in the process while she’d also kicked the covers to the ground. She was naked, completely naked.

I haven’t orgasmed since… Meredith didn’t have a lot of sex, and the sex she did have was usually for a purpose. She was good at faking an orgasm, but she’d never had one like she’d dreamed of. Never lost control, become an eager, moaning slut, who would do anything for a man’s cock.

The thought made her breath start to come faster, as Meredith called the lights up and walked over to the full-length mirror. Standing before it, she ran her hands over her body, cupping her heavy tits before releasing them, shivering in pleasure at the way they bounced free. 

She wasn’t just good looking, she was fucking great. 

“And I can do better than a park,” Meredith told herself. Tomorrow, after work, she’d go to a bar and pick someone up and show them a good time. If they looked wealthy enough and if they looked like they could be useful to Meredith.

She’d show them a good time and then… Fake another orgasm.  Meredith pouted for a moment, then shook her head and steeled herself.  She wasn’t in this for the sex, especially not that kind of sex where she was the one begging.

Even so, she didn’t get to sleep for much of the night, tossing and turning and thinking of a crowd of men, each one ready to make her theirs…

Lawyer's Transformation 1.3

Lawyer's Transformation 1.2 can be found here.

The rest of the day went by quickly. Meredith worked on finishing up the paperwork that had accumulated over the past weeks. She finished with a settlement for a divorce, putting it aside with a smirk.

Sorry guy, you should have had a prenup.

“Ma’am?”  Meredith looked over at the door. Dana was standing there. “I’ve finished taking a look at the files and such. You can give them a look now.”

Meredith stared at Dana. The shorter woman looked… Not nervous. No, almost aroused. She was wiggling her hips slightly, leg’s pressed together.

“Anything unusual about them?”

“No, they’re all PDFs. They have a watermark, though.”

Meredith nodded to herself. Faked files were a common problem, so ever more complex watermarks were becoming a thing to defeat them.

Personally, Meredith expected that before she quit, the world would have come around full circle to just having nothing but hard-copy records in law offices.  It’d be great for the paralegals, she supposed.

“Okay, send them over.”

“I will. Ma’am, it’s almost five. Do you mind if I leave a little bit early?”

“Hot date?” Meredith asked. That was a joke. Dana didn’t date.

“I…” Dana blushed. “No. I just feel a little strange.”

“Well, take off then. Don’t want you getting sick for the next week.”

“Thank you, Ma’am!” Dana scurried off, evidently not wanting to give Meredith a chance to change her mind.

Is she wiggling her hips? Meredith shook her head. It was a strange time for Dana to notice that she had a body… Oh well. That’s not my problem.

Then she clicked the files that Dana had put into the shared folder and frowned for a moment. They wee awfully big files for text PDFs. 

And it took a while for the computer to open them.  Meredith tapped one finger against her desktop. 

Then, in a bloom of color and light, the files were open.  She looked at the long lists of assets, ranging from company shares to the ownership of an… “Authentic Western Themed Saloon and Bawdy House?”  She shook her head at that. It looked like Mr. Jones was wealthier than he let one, and explained the watermarking. There was information here that, if someone decided to spread it, could do a lot of damage to his assets.

Good thing she had the best possible security on her network.

But, as Meredith looked over the information, the noticed the shimmering images that were on the sides of the paper, and the single complex symbol that was at the center of each sheet. No matter how she resized them, the watermarks were still there, changing color every second.

It was distracting.

But not unpleasant.  Meredith found her eyes tracing the lines, focusing on the colors, even as they drew her eye to the center symbol. It looked like a stylized…

Woman? Meredith blinked, but the moment she thought about that, her eyes were drawn back to the edge of the document she’d been looking at.   They flicked around the edge and then back to the central symbol.

It did look like a woman. Curvy, full-breasted, narrow waisted and wide-hipped.  The kind of woman a man would want to just take, to bent over a desk and fuck while she screamed and wailed out with pleasure…

Meredith felt her legs press together, her female core becoming warm as her mind wandered about, imagining what it would be like to be taken…

Then she bit her lip. Great. Now you’re being turned on by watermarks.

She shook her head and tried to get back to studying the financial documents. 

It didn’t take long. They were well arranged, organized… And all in Michael’s name. In fact, Linda’s place on the documents were limited to various stipulations that essentially reduced her to almost a ward—she didn’t receive an ownership share, she received an allowance.  Even any salary or other revenue Linda recieved went straight to Michael, under the same stipulations.

It was like some sort of 18th century marriage, not something in the 21st century. Linda would be completely helpless, dependent on…

Meredith looked back at the central figure, her eyes once again tracing the curving lines.  The woman was featureless, but suddenly, Meredith wondered how eager she would be… Or would she be nervous. Some woman waiting to become a man’s, losing everything she had to become his obedient wife, without property or money or… Anything.

She licked her lips.

I wonder what it would be like, if you knew that even though people called you doctor, all your money went to your man, that you had to ask him for permission, like his pet… Like his possession…

A doctor… or a lawyer…

Meredith shook her head violently. She’d been working too long. But maybe that’s why Dana had gone out with that odd wiggling motion. Maybe she was thinking what it would be like to be a guys… To find a guy who would make her his…

Dana was the kind of woman a guy would want to have after all. She was just—

No. Let’s get to work. 

Meredith started working once again. But it took her more time than she expected, and she couldn’t stop looking at the central watermark and wondering…

Lawyer's Transformation 1.2

Part I is here

“So!” Meredith said as she stretched out her hand to shake Michael’s hand,”I see that you’re here to work on a prenuptial agreement?”

“Yes, Miss Jones.” Michael’s grip was firm, his eyes powerful as he stared at Meredith.

Linda Cho seemed to find something about the fact that Meredith had offered Michael her hand hugely amusing. 

Must be a traditional woman.  Meredith didn’t care, so long as their money was good. “So, let’s talk about what a prenuptial is.” She smiled and gestured at her paperwork. “It’s an attempt to ensure that should anything happen to your relationship, there’s no question as to where various assets will go. I know a lot of people think that these are a little dishonest, but in this day and age, even a no-fault divorce, where you simply feel the need to move on, can be made far less complex if you have an active prenuptial agreement.” Now to ensure that they stay as paying clients. ”Of course, as your assets change over the duration of your marriage, we may need to revisit some aspects of this agreement.”

Story: Lawyer's Transformation

This is going to be a multipart story, heavy on the mind control and submission. It will not be available on Amazon, although the finished and edited product might be available on smashwords, or perhaps just as a free product. We'll have to see. This has not yet gone through beta-edits, so enjoy a work in progress!

LAWYER'S TRANSFORMATION

PART I

Meredith pulled her expensive luxury sports car into its assigned parking spot, ignoring the guards gave.

After all, she had other affairs occupying her mind.  She grabbed her briefcase, checking to make certain it was secure, before closed the car door and headed for the executive elevator.  Four years ago, Meredith had been a lawyer in a strip mall. But her laser focus on getting what her clients needed, coupled with a desire to make certain she always won, had managed to get her to the tenth story corner office—not as part of a firm, but head of her own firm.  Granted, she was the only lawyer in it, but that wouldn’t be the case forever.  No, Meredith Jones would one day not just have a corner office—but have an entire floor. Better, an entire building. She smiled, lost in her dreams for a moment, then got back to the issue of the day. A quick check in the elevator mirror showed that she still looked good— long legs, expensive business dress tailored to accentuate her large bust and curvy body—without making it look trashy, of course. She ran a hand through her long black hair and smiled at the reflection in the mirror, her amused blue eyes looking back at her.