As Mr. Rutherford was in a hurry to finish the matter, it also gave Jillian the opportunity to press for a better arrangement than the one she was initially offered. Fortunately for Jillian, since she moved to her present location she hired Laura Anderson as her lawyer, and she was the best lawyer money can buy. Besides being a powerful name in the city’s business environment, she also was a beautiful woman in her late thirties and prominent member of the local high society.
A week after the first phone call, Laura called Jillian again in order to arrange the signing of the documents. Jillian was informed her former husband would send an employee with the papers already signed by him, and all she had to do was putting her signature.
Laura advised her to be present at that meeting, in order to make a final check of the documents, so, Jillian delegated the task of arranging the meeting in her lawyer.
“Could you please arrange the meeting at your office, Laura?”
“Of course I can. Let me check… Thursday is OK for you?”
“It’s OK. Set it for 6PM, but be advised I’ll be there by 7PM. I want to make his minion wait for a while.”
Laura laughed at Jillian’s occurrence, maybe because just like Jillian, her arrogance and disdain for lower class people were only matched by her beauty. Before ending the call, they agreed to have dinner together after the meeting.
At Thursday’s afternoon, Jillian started to prepare for the meeting. For Jillian Van Thordsen, to be prepared meant to be dolled up for the occasion. Not that she cared to impress her ex husband’s envoy, but the fact was that Laura Anderson besides being her lawyer, also was a competitor at the local social scene. Just like her, a beautiful natural blonde with a slender body and resources enough to afford for the best clothes, accessories and jewelry.
Back at her mansion from the hair saloon, after a long time browsing her wardrobe, Jillian picked a lingerie set of bra, panties and garter belt, in black satin with red lace trim and ruffles. The garter clasps that held her shimmering tan nylon stockings sported a delicate bow in black satin. After slipping her delicate feet into a pair of Jimmy Choo stiletto pumps in red patent with 5” heel, she paraded in front of the mirrors. She was more than satisfied with the view. Jillian still had a body to kill for, and the sexy lingerie added a naughty touch to the classy lady. She eventually settled for a Valentino skirt suit in a slightly shimmering silky fabric in bright red. The jacket showed a decent amount of cleavage and was fitted at the waist, paired with a pencil skirt with the hem a couple of inches above the knee. At first it seemed too flashy for a business meeting, but after seeing the final result in the mirror, Jillian’s doubts vanished. She looked really confident and sexy with the attire, and after putting a three round pearl necklace and earrings, she refreshed her makeup and left the house.
Jillian arrived at her lawyer’s office building, parked her Mercedes at the underground parking of the skyscraper and headed to the elevators. When she reached the destination floor, she took a glance at her watch. It was 7.15PM, and it could be considered “fashionably late” for someone of her class.
She was politely greeted by her lawyer’s assistant, who escorted her to Laura’s office. It was a huge space with a large desk surrounded by swiveling chairs and a living room with a large sofa and two individual armchairs. The furniture was the best in modern Italian design and showcased the refined taste of her owner.
“Wow! Look at you Jillian! That’s really bold, you look stunning honey!”
“Thanks dear, you too! Really nice outfit!”
“Thank you!”
Jillian had to recognize that Laura looked equally stunning. The snug fitting black skirt ended just above the knee, and the jacket was white with black trim at the lapels and pockets, giving the blonde lawyer an elegant and polished look. For Jillian, it was a mystery how Laura managed to make her hair looking like just out of the saloon after a long day at work. Little did she knew, that just like her, Laura wouldn’t let her competitor steal the show, and that afternoon she had visited the hair salon.
“Let me guess… Escada?”
“Very well! Escada of course.”
Her attire was completed by a purple lace lingerie set of bras, panties and garterbelt, her endless legs were covered by black stockings with back seam, and a pair of black patent 5” Louboutin pumps adorned her feet. A gold necklace with discrete matching earrings completed her look.
Both ladies exchanged pleasantries until Laura invited Jillian to sit at the sofa. She instructed her assistant, who besides Laura and Jillian was the only person left at the entire floor, to allow Mr. Rutherford’s envoy to come up.
Down at the building lobby, one of the women at the reception desk told the envoy she was cleared to go.
“Elevators 1 to 6, floor 37th”
Everything was going as planned, and once she had those documents signed she would be awarded a hefty commission.
Jillian was sitting on the sofa with her back towards the office door and her shapely nyloned legs crossed. She clearly heard when Laura dismissed her assistant allowing her to go home, and greeted Mr. Rutherford’s envoy.
The arrogant lawyer, surprised by the appearance of the envoy, disdainfully looked her down, doing little to conceal it. In a way, she was expecting a boring pencil pusher male from the administrative staff. In front, she had a stern looking young black woman of about 20 years old, wearing a black top, jeans, black boots and a headscarf that was quite the opposite of what she was expecting. Her beefy complexion and the size of her arms, neck and shoulder showed she was well accustomed to physical work. For a few seconds, despite her well earned reputation as an implacable lawyer, Laura felt intimidated by the defiant way that the tough looking youngster looked at her from head to toes. It made her think that making her wait at the lobby for more than an hour wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“Follow me, please. I am Laura Anderson, let me introduce Mrs. Van Thordsen.”
The black girl followed Laura to the area of the office where Jillian was sitting. The high society wife would not deal with a simple employee, so, ignored the black youngster even when she stood in front of her.
“Jillian, let me introduce your ex husband’s envoy, Ms…?”
“Sharmane.”
That voice, that name, made Jillian shudder. Hundreds of miles from her former home, it was the black maid that not only had defied her. The young black maid that had beaten down, humiliated, spanked and fucked her sophisticated boss on her own living room, was now standing in front of Jillian. For some reason, Jillian needed visual confirmation; she slowly lifted her head until making eye contact with Sharmane. That contact lasted a fraction of a second, and the pampered blonde couldn’t tame her haughtiness when addressing her lawyer.
“But… She is just a maid!”
The former maid stepped forward and stared at Jillian with an evil smile. The posh trophy wife immediately lowered her head as she remembered it wasn’t a clever move to upset Sharmane.
Mixed feelings revolved the trophy wife’s mind. Fear of being dominated, humiliated and fucked again, this time in front of her lawyer; and embarrassingly, a strange excitement for the same reasons. Maybe, the fact of not being the only one exposed to such a fate contributed with that strange feeling. Tough surprised, Laura acted professionally and ignored her client.
“This won’t take long. Ms. Sharmane, please take a seat.”
Sharmane took a documents folder from her handbag and handed it to Laura. She tossed the bag over the coffee table and seated at the sofa besides Jillian. Laura walked to her desk, and after seating at her chair, started the document’s revision without paying attention to Jillian and Sharmane. Sitting at the sofa, Sharmane moved closer to her former boss and muttered close to her ear.
“All dolled up as usual, Madam…”
Jillian attempted to stand up and move away from her former maid, but the black girl placed her hand over her shoulder and pushed her down. Her slender body shuddered when she felt the strength of the black girl again. Sharmane run her index finger along Jillian’s jacket cleavage, slightly pulling it forward allowing her to take a peek of the blonde’s breast. Jillian was petrified, with her heart was beating faster and feeling a strange tingling in her moistening crotch. She remained with her legs crossed even when Sharmane slid her index finger over her lace covered nipple.
“You’ve put a nice sexy bra on… Maybe you knew I was coming…”
“P…please not here. T… take your hands off me! This is not appropriate!”
Jillian was clearly nervous and concerned that Laura could see what was happening,. Sharmane grabbed Jillian’s knee and pulled from it, forcing her to uncross her legs.
“Nice sheer hose Ma’am! Let’s check a little bit more…”
The black girl slid her hand under Jillian’s skirt and between her legs. She twisted the hand making her former boss to spread her legs open a couple of inches, until the pencil skirt opposed resistance. Jillian attempted to resist her former maid’s advance pushing Sharmane’s arm with her delicate hand.
“I forgot you like it the hard way, Madam. I am sure you miss when I made you lick my pussy.”
“Nnn…No… not now, please!”
Laura was at her desk concentrated on the documents, oblivious to the muttering and touching at the sofa. Jillian, knowing what her former maid was capable of doing, withdrew her hand allowing the black girl to go ahead. Sharmane slid her hand further over Jillian’s inner thighs past the stocking tops until reaching her former boss now profusely dripping crotch. The classy blonde trembled at the teasing and made her best to muffle a moan.
“You really missed this Madam. I think you want me to teach you a new lesson in humility.”
While taunting at her former boss, Sharmane pressed her index finger against her satin covered crotch. Soon the finger found its way between her pussy lips and was buried one inch together with the panties’ satin fabric. The teasing was making harder for the high society lady to muffle her moans.
“Mmmmhh! P... please stop this.”
“I remember how you enjoyed being beaten down and dominated. Maybe you miss licking black pussy…”
“Mmmhhh! Oooh! No! Please! Mmmmh!”
Sharmane ignored Jillian’s unconvincing pleading until she noticed Laura standing up. She withdrew her hand from under Jillian’s skirt while Laura walked towards them. The lawyer stopped halfway and called Jillian, who after seeing her expression, immediately knew something was not as expected.
“Jillian, I need to talk to you.”
The blonde trophy wife clumsily stood up, and after tugging down the hem of her tight skirt, approached Laura. Not wanting Sharmane to hear her, the lawyer whispered at Jillian’s ear.
“They’ve made some important changes on the documents. You won’t get anything from the trust fund. I strongly recommend not going forward with this.”
Jillian sensed trouble ahead. Her former maid was now standing ten feet in front of them, and looking at her crooked grin Jillian knew the black girl was well aware of the changes on the documents. Worst of all, Jillian feared the black girl wouldn’t leave the office without the documents signed. Laura, noticing how uneasy Jillian has turned, decided to take matters in her own hands. The lawyer faced Sharmane and addressed her with a calm but firm tone.
“Ms. Sharmane, please tell Mr. Rutherford my client won’t sign the documents unless they reflect exactly what we agreed before.”
To be continued.
