"Can I call you Bobby?"

"Sure."

"I like how that sounds-Bobby." She reached back and let her hair loose. The action was magical. She ran her hands through it. "And you can call me Lisa."

"Lisa," I said.

She opened her legs. The skirt was riding high and she wasn't wearing underwear. There wasn't a pubic hair on her. It looked so smooth. Her pussy lips opened up and I saw, without a doubt, that she was wet.

"Let's seal our deal, attorney-client," she said, and laughed. "Strictly confidential, if you know what I mean."

I couldn't move.

"What's the matter?" she asked. She reached down and touched herself. "Don't you want to fuck me, Bobby-boo?"

Yes I did, oh yes I did, and without thinking, I went to her. I pushed her back onto the couch and kissed her. I shoved my hand between her legs and felt how hot and wet she was. I unzipped my pants and gave her the fuck she wanted-I wanted-right then and there.

After, she stood and smoothed her skirt down. She walked back to her desk and sat.

She said, "I'll get a hearing date for the motion, you don't need to be there. It'll be an in-chambers thing. My secretary has the necessary paperwork ready for my retainer fee. You can pay by check or credit card. Any questions, Bobby?"

"Well," I said, "no."

"Good. I'll be in touch. Have a nice day."