Cut Off From Daddy (Closed for Drac - WELCOME BACK!)

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Cut Off From Daddy
By Gagonthis and DracnKitten
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Clark looked into the mirror as he adjusted his tie, wondering for the twentieth time if the color made him look too stuffy. It was a big day that was for sure, and he wanted to look his best. He checked his suit, everything looked crisp, nothing wrinkled or out of place. It had damn well better considering how much he had paid for the suit before the tailoring costs... but that was the price of playing ball in the big leagues, a fact that he had become all too aware was working against him with each passing year.

Despite the collective age of the senior partners being nearly 200 years, law was a young man's game. It required the type of hunger and ambition that was in most cases dulled with age. Clark was would be turning 40 on his next birthday and despite his best attempts he was getting older. A dash of gray in his hair, a slight slowing of his step. He kept in great shape, that wasn't the issue, he had a physique that most people half his age would kill for, but whereas it might be easy for a twenty something to stay trim Clark had to work religiously at it. His five mile run this morning was testament to that. He was an old fart in a young man's game and his only hope lay in making senior partner, where he could live out his days making ungodly amounts of money without doing the least bit of work. Not that he was hard up for cash as it was, even a junior partner in one of New Yorks most prestigious law firms made almost as much money as God. But the writing was still on the wall. He needed to make partner or he would be replaced by one of these young snot nosed up and comers and left with nothing but a broken life full of regrets.

One of those regrets stirred in the bed behind him and Clark turned, scowling at his wife Denise. "You know I'm up for partner again today right?" He said, a slight snarl creeping into his tone. "You could at least get up and pretend like you give a shit." She sat up and yawned loudly, her face clearly displaying her annoyance at having been woken up. "Why bother. We both know they're going to pass you over again. Admit it Clark, you've gone as far as you can. In so many ways..." She said her deadpan expression just inviting him to smack her in the mouth. Instead he grabbed his briefcase and stormed out, trying not to think about how true her words were as he descended the grand staircase. Sure he'd been up before, but this time felt different. It felt more urgent, like it had to happen. And Clark was going to make damn sure it did.

He arrived at the office early, pulling his Jaguar into the general lot, looking with a certain amount of anticipation at the senior partner valet spots. Today's the day he told himself, psyching himself up as he entered the tall skyscraper, waving to the lobby attendant as he walked amongst the marble inlaid columns towards the elevator. Arriving in his office he deposited his briefcase beside his desk and sat down, trying to keep his mind occupied. The decision wouldn't be made till that afternoon, but Clark wouldn't be able to do any other work until something had come down. He thanked his secretary, looking at her firm backside as she walked away. She was new, he'd been forced to let his other secretary go when certain indiscretions had nearly came to light to his wife. Sure she had been almost young enough to have been his daughter, but that's what Clark liked, one of the many reasons he'd grown estranged from Denise in recent years.

Finally the call came as Clark sat shuffling papers on his desk. "They want to see you in the main conference room." His secretary, Vanessa, said. She didn't have to say who they were. He hurriedly rose and nearly ran down to the room, throwing open the door to see three men, two of them in their 70s and one woman sitting around a grand table. Clark pulled up surprised as he took in the other man though, what was Trent doing here? He wasn't a partner... and he wasn't one of the people up for the position... was he? Clark felt a heavy weight in his stomach as he looked at the stoic faces of all four, though Trent had the hint of a shit eating grin on his face. Trent was the second oldest junior partner in the firm, a year younger than Clark. He had been born with a silver spoon shoved up his ass and didn't hesitate to tell anyone about his latest adventure aboard his yacht or jet setting off to Rome for dinner. The guy came from money and was an asshole, plain and simple. "Please have a seat Mr. Green." The oldest man, Bufard Farrington, said to him. Clark sat. "Your service to this firm has been impeccable Mr. Green." The others nodded. "Your win record, given the complexity of the cases you've handled and the high profile client list, has been quite imnpressive." The older woman, Gloria Rundstad, nodded her agreement. "The case with that black rapper fellow, ummm cash murder? Well anyhow, that was a stunning victory." She said, a smile coming to her face. "Anyhow," Bufard continued, "As I said, your commitment to this firm is not in question, and it is clear that you are long overdue for a partnership here." Clark grinned like an idiot, it was coming, he could feel it. "However..." Buford paused and Clark's stomach twisted, "We have decided to award the partnership to Mr. Lawson."

Clark felt like he'd been hit by a bus. He didn't hear anything else that they said, he was sitting there in mute silence. Later he'd process it, them promising to keep him on as an important member of the team, that they had no wish to lose him but simply had to go with Trent because of the investment power his family brought... Clark couldn't believe it. They'd fucked him again. Finally after an awkward period of silence they all rose. "Well that concludes that business I suppose..." Bufard said as he shuffled out of the room, the others following behind him, Trent pausing to throw Clark a wink "Better luck next time old man!" He said with a grin as he left.

Clark wasn't sure how long he sat there before cognizant thought same back to him. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" He yelled out, knowing no one could hear him in the room. He'd been fucked again. This time in the worst way possible. Clark was a better lawyer than Trent in every way, his record more impressive, his court manner more professional... and he'd been fucked, screwed over so the firm could milk some of the Lawson trust. "GODDAMNIT!!!" Who knew when another chance to make partner would be, if there would be one. They could promise all they wanted, but Clark knew his time at this place would run out someday. He stood up, kicked his chair across the room and walked out. Fucking Trent. Spoon in his mouth rich fucking bastard. He growled as he slammed the door open stalking out into the hallway, looking for someone to chew out. As he stalked down the hallway back towards his office he heard the click of heels on marble floor behind him. He turned and stopped wide eyed, having to stop himself from licking his lips at what he saw.

Trent might have been a useless rich asshole, but at least he did one thing right. His daughter. She was the stuff of legends around the office. A drop dead gorgeous young lady, she had been caught at last years christmas party just after turning 18 giving head to one of the mailroom employees while drunk. He'd been fired and she was given a new Porsche for christmas. As spoiled as they came, she lived off daddy's money and didn't do a damn thing but spend it and look sexy. She was very good at both. Right now she seemed quite harried though and didn't pause as she strode up to her dad's office ducking inside. Clark stared at her body as she slid through the doorway, wheels turning inside his head. He was going to get back at Trent for this shit. And she was going to be the way he did.

[DracnKitten]

Sarah stretched and yawned, pulling her Egyptian cotton sheets up over her head to block out the sunlight that was filtering through her eyelids. She groaned as she rolled over and wrapped am arm around one of her pillows, nuzzling against the smooth, expensive pillow case. She knew it had to be moving in on noon, but she didn't really care. The only thing she planned to do that day was go shopping and maybe hit a high priced, over rated restaurant with a friend or two to show off the new ring she had bought herself over the weekend. Living off Daddy was nice, so very nice. She hadn't had to work a day in her life, and now, what with Daddy making partner and all (because she just knew, without a doubt that those rich, leaching senior partners totally had a hard-on for his money) she'd be set for life. She'd NEVER have to raise a finger to do anything.

Sarah smiled to herself at that comforting little though and threw her sheets to the side, her bare feet touching cold marble as she stretched again. She could see herself in teh mirror placed (strategically) across from her bed, and she smiled again, admiring her body. Her heavy, perky DD breasts were barely covered by some slinky, silky pink fabric that draped all the way down to her thighs. She may not have been as tan as the other girls hse hung out with, but she knew that her perfect, milky skin and long legs drew the men in all on their own, and her long, cascading red hair off set her pale skin so nicely. She ran her fingers through the ends, pulling it over her shoulder, feeling her fingers run over one dark nipple as it worked through her hair. She smiled a bit bigger as she stood up and stretched one more time, turning to the side to admire her profile, the nice curve of her back into her perfectly round, firm ass.

It didn't take long for Sarah to shower and scrub her entire body down, feeling every familiar curve as she went, and after she had thoroughly cleaned her hair, she wrapped herself in a hundred dollar towel and sat in front of her vanity mirror. Flipping on the radio, and picking up her brush, she returned to admiring herself, working her numerous hair care products through her long longs as she brushed them dry. When there was only a slight dampness left she tousled her hair, leaning close to the mirror to admire the way her locks fell before sitting back down to apply moisturizer and make up to her face. Sarah loved the hour long pampering session that was getting ready to go out, she could only love it more if someone else was doing the pampering. Which was a brilliant thought!

And with that, Sarah decided exactly what she was going to do that day. She was going to the Spa. With a grin on her face she slid into her closet- which was, of course, as big as her entire bedroom. She flipped through the hangers for a moment before rolling her eyes in disgust and turning to a drawer.

"Aha!" She pulled a skirt from one of the drawers and held it against her naked body in front of a full length mirror, nodding her own approval as she grabbed a hanger from a row of tops. The bright green silk would look great with the little balck strip of fabric that was barely recognizable as a skirt. And she had the perfect heels to go with it. She threw the clothes on as she watched herself int eh mirror, pulling on a pair of 4 inch heels with straps around the ankles.

Oh yeah, she looked GOOD. Snatching up her purse, Sarah was out the door in a moment and climbing into her beautiful silver Porsche. She practically moaned as the engine purred to a start, and she giggled as she remember fucking Billy Weston in the tiny, cramped luxury vehicle just last week. The leather seats had been soaked with her juices by the time they had finished and there was still a hint of sex to the car as she rolled her window down.

In fifteen minutes Sarah was at the spa, and ten minutes later she was face down on a massage table, enjoying the powerful, and agile, hands of Serge. SHe didn't mind when they drifted a little down and under when he came to her thighs, nor would hem ind the tip she left when he was done. She moved through the facility using up all of the possible amenities. A pedicure, and manicure, a facial, a Brazilian, and a few more things here and there. She was a familiar face, so when all was said and done she just walked up to the desk to get her receipt- at least she kept those for Daddy's accountant.

This is where things suddenly went very wrong. Rachel, the girl at the desk, frowned as she pulled up Daddy's account, and her eyebrows raised, "Cash or credit today, Sarah?"

"Oh no, Rachel, you know better than that, just put it on Daddy's account." Sarah smiled a half smile, amused at that must have been Rachel's idea of a friendly joke.

"I'm sorry, honey, but your father has taken you off of his account. He says you aren't allowed to bill it to him anymore."

Sarah's heart stopped. No way. No freaking way. This wasn't funny anymore,a nd she was about to say so as Rachel turned her gaze on her, "Cash or credit?"

"Are you stupid, I don't have cash for that." Sarah's vice came out sharp with irritation as she reached into her purse and pulled out her little wallet. She pulled out a card, and Rachel shook her head. She pulled out another, and another . .and another, and Rachel wouldn't accept a single one of them. Apparently Daddy had given them a list of the cars she wasn't to use there anymore, as well. In a fit of rage and panic, Sarah pulled out one last card. It was for emergencies only, and if she was lucky Daddy would have forgotten all about it. It was the very first card he had ever given her.

It wasn't on the list. She sighed with relief as Rachel swiped it, clearing the obnoxiously high bill from the screen, and Sarah, stuffing the card back in her wallet, stormed out. She was in her Porsche in now time, and at Daddy's office faster than she ever should have been. She was storming through the doors and past the security desk, she didn't' even notice when the security guard waved at her hopefully, and she didn't wait for the elevator. She stormed up the stairs, all six flights of them, and thrust the door open to the floor she needed. She didn't even flinch as it slammed behind her, and she ignored any cheerful greetings that were directed at her.

Her father was waiting when she slammed his door open. He looked up from his computer with a calm, cool expression, one eyebrow raised as she slammed every single one of her credit cards down on his desk. Apparently the spa had called him when she left.

"Hello, Sarah." Daddy's eyes returned to his computer.

"What the hell is the idea, Daddy? Why wouldn't the spa accept my credit cards?" Sarah was seething.

Trent didn't bother looking at her as he typed away, "I think it's time you get a job and pay for your own little excursions."

"What!? Why!? You have more than enough money for 10 of me!"

"Because I said so. You are lazy, and ungrateful. Just be glad I'm letting you stay in my house rent free."

"WHAT!? You're kidding, right!? This is outrageous, Daddy!! I'm your only daughter, you're SUPPOSED to give me everything I want!


"And I've been doing just that for 18 years," Trent looked up from his cmputer again, frowning, "If you get a job, and IF you start paying for your own things, then MAYBE I'll give you one or two of those credit cards back. But until then, you can forget about your shopping sprees and your fancy lunches, and you can definitely forget out your twenty-five hundred dollar spa days. So you understand?"

Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs, stomping her foot, something her father was quite used to. She had always been prone to temper tantrums, something she didn't necessarily get form her mother. She was true to her stereotype in every way.

"Oh, and you can forget about those cards completely if I catch you in one more backseat, or bent over one more teacher's desk, do I make myself very clear?"

Sarah turned red. She slammed her hands down on her father's desk, jutting her breasts out for him to catch a good view. His eyes moved back to his computer, "Fuck-YOU!"

And with that she picked up the credit cards, threw them out him, turned on her heel and stormed out the door, slamming it so hard that the secretary was glad that there was no glass int eh door. It would have shattered.

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Clark practically had to pick his jaw off the floor as he watched Sarah stalk pass him, angry and on the warpath, the swish of the tiny skirt threatening to expose her well rounded backside. Clark nearly dropped to his knees just to get a better look at her ass as she paused outside Trent's office, briefly composing herself before pulling open the door, storming inside.

Clark raised an eyebrow and turned back towards Trent's office, trying to keep himself composed enough to keep from busting down the door and screaming at Trent himself, rather pausing to hear the discussion taking place inside. His eyes widened at what he heard taking place within. Daughter and father were having a bit of a heated discussion... over money nonetheless. Clark felt an evil grin coming to his mouth. The gears were spinning in his head and a plan was slowly forming. She was used to the sweet life, everyone around the office new that, and she was a promiscuous little whore. And now she didn't have access to any more of Trent's cash. The grin got a lot wider as some pieces fell into place as far as his plan went. He heard the loud swearing coming from his rival's office and quickly retreated so as not to get caught snooping.

Sarah came out, looking even more angry than when she went in, paying him no notice again as she stormed away towards the elevator. "Goddamn I would do anything to fuck that ass..." Clark heard one of the mailroom boys say as she went past him. Clark couldn't agree more. The curve of her legs in those heels, the pert breasts straining against the fabric of her top... He felt his trouser snake stirring within his slacks. Shaking his head to clear his mind he headed back towards his office, the sting of losing the partnership almost washed away by his revenge plan formulating in his head. "Ahhh... Mr. Green..." Vanessa said as he re-entered the office. "I heard about what happened sir, and between the two of us... I think it's complete bull-" She stopped as Clark held up a hand and shook his head. "Any messages?" He asked, his spirits faltering once again as the weight of what had happened that morning struck him again. "Ummm yeah the D.A. needs you to get back to him about the Callis case, your wife called and wanted you to get back to her.." Clark rolled his eyes at that. "And Trent left a voice mail inviting you to his celebration of his promotion." She said, sarcasm heavy in her voice, at least she was loyal to him, even if she was a bit new on the job. "I'll call him back and tell him you won't be able to make it." Clark shook his head at her again. "Actually....." the evil grin came to his face once more. "RSVP affirmative for me... I think I will go give him his congratulations in person." His secretary looked at him askance but said nothing as he swept into his office.

This was the type of thing that he would normally bring his wife to, but he had no wish to drag the useless dried up lush to a party celebrating his failure. It wouldn't be too hard to not bring her along, their estrangement was no great secret, and Clark hadn't been the most faithful of husbands just as he was sure she'd had indiscretions of her own. But tonight... he was going to make Trent the one with egg on his face. He was going to fuck the daughter Lawson, no matter how much time or money it took. And then he'd rub that bastards face in it. The rest of the day passed quite slowly, he was able to kill the time thinking of his revenge and Sarah Lawson's hefty breasts, both kept him pleasantly aroused as afternoon dipped into evening.

Trent has wasted no time planning for his celebration, of course those bastards had probably informed him of his success days before calling Clark into the 'fuck you' meeting. So the guy had had plenty of time to plan his masturbatory after hours soiree. He'd rented out one of the trendier bars in the city, of course, it must be nice splurging on generations worth of bullshit money. He nearly snarled as he climbed into his jaguar and headed off towards the bar, making sure his suit was still well pressed and hadn't been rumpled too much over the course of the work day. He showed up at Aqua a bit late, the party was already in swing by the time he was there. Getting through the bouncer was no problem, he was sure Trent had specifically made sure Clark could get in just so he could rub his face in the promotion, but Clark was going to be the one laughing in the end.

Ordering a micro import at the bar he settled down away from the rest of the office revelers, sipping slowly as he watched the normally uptight office family cut loose a little. Trent was doing his rounds and Clark grit his teeth as he watched that cocky asshole bragging about what should have rightfully been his job. Forcing his teeth to stop grinding he grabbed another brew from the bartender, looking around for daddy's little slut.

[DracnKitten]

Sarah didn't speak to her father the rest of the afternoon. She got his message, through text, that she was to be at his party- no ifs, ands, or buts about it. She had laughed angrily and slammed her phone down, uttering a few choice words before sighing and stomping into her closet. If she was goign to go, she was going to make sure he knew just how mad she was.

She smiled a cold kind of smile as she went to the part of the closet with the skimpiest bits of fabric and began going through the hangers, setting aside a few promising options. She wouldn't decide yet. Instead, she was going to take her time, pick out her jewelry and her shoes first, relax, give a friend a call. She needed a little stress relief, and she knew just how to get it.

Stripping out of her clothes and letting them fall on her otherwise immaculate floor, Sarah threw herself on her bed as she dialed her phone, setting her head down on her pillow as she listened to the ringing on the other side and ran her fingers over her naked body. She studied the ceiling absently until she heard silence at the other end of the line, eventually followed by a half assed greetign that sounded ,ore like a question than anything else.\

"Hey Jimmy, baby, it's Sarah, is your girlfriend around." Sarah's voice was sulty, hot with desire, and the voice at teh other end of the line immediately snapped to attention. She could practically hear him smiling on the other end of the line. She bet he had an instant hard on the minute he realized who it was.

"Oh fuck, hey Sarah. She's out, babe, takin' Dani to the mall or something." Dani was their toddler.

"Mmm, good, cause I need your full attention, Stud. I'm feeling lonely, oh so very lonely, and I just don't think I could make it if I didn't have a little . . . companionship."

She could practically hear Jimmy moan on teh other end of the line,a nd she ran her long, slender fingers down over her stomach,a nd lower, letting them slide over her already wet pussy lips.

"Damn baby, I can't make it over there right now." And boy, did he sound like he regretted having to tell her that.

"That's all right baby, just talk to me, tel me what you'd do if you couldcome over here."

That's all it took, she heard him moan again as she slipped two fingers into her cunt, and the ball was rolling.twenty minutes later she had reached her orgasm twice, and jimmy had finished up just before his girlfriend and their baby had walked int he door. Sarah smiled as she hung up the phone, more relaxed than she had been all day ans she ran her slippery figners all over her body, enjoying the shock of pinching her nipples one last time, and the sharp tingle of flicking her swollen clit, sending herself instantly into one last messy orgasm. She licked her fingers clean s she climbed put of bed, not bothering to shower. She knew she'd smell like sex all night, and she liked that idea. Maybe if she got real close to daddy, maybe when she kissed his cheek, he'd smell her sex on her lips. That's really piss him off.

Sarah laughed to herself as she pulled her shoes on, the magic 4 inch heels making her closer to 5'6" than her usual 5'2". She didn't bother with underwear of any kind, but she redid her make-up, making sure that she made her eyelids look heavy and her lips full and hungry.

As she pulled the slinky little dress on and tugged it into place she grinned at herself. She's be lucky if Daddy's head didn't just explode on sight. The dress looped loosely around her neck (thank god, otherwise it might not have stayed on), and was loose around her heavy breasts, the neckline plunging low into her cleavage, showing off the roundness of her tits, and if she chilled int eh slightest her nipples would be easily visible beneath the silky fabric. The hem barely came below her ass, if she bent over at all it would certainly show just how little she was wearing underneath, and it moved loosely, the perfect tease.

He long legs looked great in the mirror, and her hair fell about the dark green dress in a rush and tumble that looked as though she'd jsut gotten out of bed with some hunk. She smiled. It was perfect.

She picked up her purse and climbed into the Porshe again, and drove in high spirits to the bar. Once she got there she handed the valet her keys, stuck out her breasts (ignored that he was too busy staring at her to move along) and strutted into the bar for all she was worth. He head was raised, showing her long slender neck, and her shoulders were back, pulling the fabric of her dress hard against her breasts, and every make eye- and a few female- followed her hungrily.

Her father, upon seeing her, began to turn red, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second before narrowing as she leaned against him to kiss his cheek. He could smell the sex on her, she could tell my the way he nearly crushed her wrist as he grabbed her hand and pushed her away from him. He stared at her for a long moment before turning his back on her, giving her the cold shoulder.

Angry, and hurt by her father's cold reaction, Sarah turned on him and stormed to teh bar. As she slid onto the bar stool, rubbing her wrist, she told the barteneder to get her a vodka tonic. He raised an eyebrow but was too busy staring at teh way he could almost see her nipple when she leaned forward, the front of her dress coming away from her body just a bit, to bother carding her.

"Less tonic, more vodka, if you don't mind," she said sharply, "and three olives."

[gagonthis]

Clark was on his fifth beer by the time Sarah made her grand entrance. He hadn't intended to drink quite this much, but thoughts of his vengeance could only keep him from getting down on himself for so long. He'd just had a couple of take the edge off and give him the courage to try and bag the Lawson daughter. A couple had led to a couple more and before he knew it he was gesturing to the barkeep to keep them coming as a couple of people stared at him with concern.

His speech had begun to slur, and he'd confided his distaste for the whole ordeal with a couple of his closer compatriots in the office. "I meean... I worked my ass off to grow this office... but do they caaare... nooo.." He muttered to himself as he sipped on another beer, the fine micro now tasting like any normal piece of crap American lager as he chugged it, ending the bottle. "Heeeey there buddy... maybe you ought to calm down on it a little, you're kind of off putting some of the others." Clark's eyes narrowed and he resisted the urge to turn and throw a punch right into Trent's face as his hand landed heavily on his shoulder. "I mean I know it's open bar and everything Clark, but you should show some restraint, I mean you need to learn some self control if you're going to make it in life." Clark felt his hand balling into a fist as he staggered out of the chair to stand face to face with the man. "Listen up Trent you little so...." He stopped as one of the traitorous partners called from across the bar. "Trent... Trent my boy... where are you? It's your day good sir, come give us a speech!" The old man gestured dramatically and Trent turned a shit eating grin back towards Clark. "Guess I'm needed, enjoy the evening buddy." He muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm before sweeping himself off across the bar. "Stuck up spoiled son of a fucking bitch..." Clark snarled as he turned back to the bar.

"Holy shit..." The bartender said his eyes widening as he looked across the bar, Clark turned to see what had grabbed his attention and his eyes widened as well as Sarah swept into the place, wearing... well he supposed it could be called a dress, though it was closer to lingerie in Clark's eyes. She slinked into the room, leaking sex appeal as she sidled up to her father, the cold greeting not lost on Clark as she frowned, heading right over towards where Clark was seated.

"Vodka and Tonic." She said with a wink to the bartender that caused Clark's soldier start to stand at attention. She was everything that he wanted physically in a woman, slender, large breasts, and most importantly, young. "Less tonic, more vodka, if you don't mind. And three olives." She said, voice demanding attention, which she easily got. The bartender bobbled her drink a couple times, bringing an amused chuckle from her mouth. She could obviously tell the effect that she was having on the man, an effect she must have on both men. She took the drink from him, her hand lingering on his just a moment too long and Clark felt a small bead of sweat form on his forehead. He had to have her... even if it wasn't just revenge, fucking that hot piece would make his evening. She thanked the bartender, thrusting her chest forward, teasing him and Clark licked his lips involuntarily as she turned back away from the bar, her ruby lips running seductively, forcing Clark to shift to hide his rising erection.

Waving to the bartender for another beer, he took a deep breath, trying to decide the best way to approach her, but his mind was working in a drunken state and he had approached her before he even realized it, taking a long sip off his beer. "Ahhh the notorious Ms. Lawson..." he said with a slight slur as he gave her a crooked smile. "Must be quite the night for you... daddy's getting more money.. and you're being cut off... life sure isn't fair." He said with a smile, his eyes moving up and down her body very obviously as he admired every curve of her perfect form.

[DracnKitten]

Sarah raised an eyebrow as she heard someone approach her, turning her head to see a man she vaguely recognized. John . . . David . . . . Clark, that was him. It was the man up against her father for the promotion, the man who hadn't had a big enough pocket book to please the partners. Too bad for him.

She smiled as she sipped from the glass, letting one of the olives drift toward her lips before she careful eased it from the glass using only her mouth, rolling it over her tongue after her lips had closed, before slowly chewing and swallowing, taking the man in.

He was drunk, really drunk. And bitter. bitter towards her father. She could empathize with him there. And he was tall, broad and, if she was any judge of physique- and she was- very well taken care of. She shifted a bit on the bar stool, her face going sour for a moment. She didn't mind the graying of his hair, it was feather lite and it made him look somehow more distinguished. Attractive even. And he was certainly more in her ball park than the bartender, who was pretty, but definitely not good enough for her.

"I wouldn't know anything about the money. He's cut me off, cold. Says I'm lucky he's even letting me stay in his house without paying rent." She made a face and slammed the tonic back, eating the the last two olives at one with a little moan. "Mmm, I love the way the salt lingers on my tongue, with just the little bit of the vodka flavor." She pushed her glass back across the counter and nodded for the bartender to refill it. She hoped he was imagining her eating the olives from his fingers, sucking away the salt and vodka that was left behind slowly. He may have been too low class for her to sleep with, but he was certainly good enough for her to torment.

She turned her attention back to Clark, turning her breasts toward him as well and leaning a little closer than she needed to, letting the remnant scents of her masturbation seep through all the alcohol he had been drinking. She loved arousing men, and she loved leaving them high and dry, most of the time.

"What about you, what are you going to do now that you've lost the contest again. He's what, ten years younger than you? More than that? The took him for HIS money, and left you high and dry." She let one long fingernail rest on his chest, looking up at him through long lashes before she pulled away to take her fresh drink, "Are you just gonna sit here and wallow in your self pity, drinking up all the good booze even though you're way past being able to appreciate it?"

She k new she was being cruel, but in some way she was showing him comradery, she was just too pissed off to do it kindly. A slender finger ran over teh curve of her breast as she watched her father laughing and talking at teh front o f the room, her eyes narrowed and her gaze sharp.

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Clark felt another bead of sweat threatening to roll down his forehead as he watched Sarah eat one of her olives, treating it in an erotic fashion that made him imagine what it would be like to have parts of his body between those lips, being worked by that tongue. He had to take a small swallow, hopefully she hadn't noticed. He had to be suave to pull this off, and groveling at her feet was certainly not the way a man like Clark was going to let this play out.

He could feel her eyes looking him over, judging his appearance. Clark knew he was a bit old for her, as he was older than her father, but he also knew that he had the chiseled figure of a twenty something. A flash of something displeasing on her face caused him to frown for a moment before he forced his face into what he believed was a pleased expression, though it was hard to judge everything through his inebriation, which he knew was probably obvious and quite severe at this point. Not that it would stop him from taking another long pull on the beer as she finally decided he was worth speaking to.

He watched with rapt attention as she downed the rest of her drink, swallowing the other olives with a moan that grabbed his attention even further, not that he could take his eyes off her as it were. "I heard about the little argument in your father's office today... the nerve of some men.." He said as she turned to ask for another drink. The bartender had been drilling holes into the back of her head with a lustful gaze that he quickly tried to hide as she turned back.

His eyes narrowed as she turned back, his drunken gaze focused firmly on her heaving breasts as he felt his cock twitch within his trousers, her words firing a spark of anger within him. "10 years? Your father is a year younger than me..." he snarled slightly as he slammed his now empty bottle back down on the bar, gesturing curtly for another one. "And of course they only took the bastard for his money... that's all your family is after all, a large collection of dollar signs in some investment banker's wet dream.." This was not getting off to the best start, but he wasn't about to let some little spoiled whore take a cheap shot at him. Besides he could tell she was just as displeased with the state of things her father had set up as he was.

Her finger on his chest caught his attention and he felt his blood begin to boil slightly as the simple contact awoke a primal need within him to take, be alpha male. "As for sitting here wallowing in self pity... no... I came here for a different reason..." His eyes again roamed up and down her body, pausing in the most pleasing spots, the scent of sex still fresh on her body. What a little fucking slut... he needed to get her. "I came here with an offer for you actually..." He said as he removed a business card from his pocket. "I know living the poor life isn't the way for a Sarah Lawson to live, and I'd love to take you out to dinner and talk about something we could do to make us both happy..." He grinned as he trailed a finger down her arm, his drunken state making him a bit more forward than he normally would be.

[DracnKitten]

Sara Lawson didn't just raise one eyebrow, she raised them both. His finger running down her arm raised goosebumps- her body had a way of reacting to any contact. She looked at his card on the bar and turned her full attention to him, ignoring his earlier harsh comments. She leaned forward so that her breasts were being held up by the bar and poked one of her fresh olives with a toothpick, looking down at the print on the card. She could still feel Clark standing near her, very near since she had shifted just the slightest bit closer to him to look at his card. She rolled the olive over her lips, her tongue flicking out to lick it now and then, absently. As it turned out she did as much sexual teasing subconsciously as she did consciously.

Finally she picked it up with two slender fingers, flipping it over before sliding it into her purse and leaning close against Clark, her breath smelling like female sex and vodka as she kissed him ever so softly on the cheek, her breasts pressing hard against his chest. By the time she had pulled back the card had disappeared immediately.

"I think we could definitely come to some agreeable arrangement, Mr. Green. I'd like to see my father get his panties in a bunch as much as you would, he needs to take it up teh ass every now and then to remind him that he's human, and if you are willing to give me a little help with my financial . . problem . . . well, I'm sure we can work something out." She winked at him and drew away. She had been able to feel every muscle in his chest while she was pressed against him, and she had to admit, it was a very arousing thought, a man of his age having that kind of body. If he took care of himself that well,s eh ahd to wonder how well he would take care of her.

"Now, don't you think you should get home to the wife, before she drinks herself into a deeper stupor than yourself?" She smiled ever so sweetly, that little bit of venom that she just couldn't keep inside seeping out, "And I'll think about your offer, long and hard." She looked him over one last time, her eyes lingering on the evidence of his arousal as she smiled, popping another olive between her lips and swallowing it almost whole, splitting it only once as it passed between her teeth.

"Besides, I'm not going to stick around here any longer than I have to, I'd much rather be in my bed, entertaining myself in a much more appreciable fashion than my father is entertaining his fans." She smiled one last time before she turned her back on Mr. Green and headed for the door, signaling the valet to bring her car around. She smiled to herself, silently congratulating herself on a deal she was quite certain was far more to ehr advantage than it was to Mr. Green's, even if she was the best fuck he'd probably ever find.

[gagonthis]

When she didn't take the card immediately Clark had a momentary flash of doubt. What was he doing here... he was old enough to be this girl's father, and she was the daughter of his rival, and this could get him into a lot of trouble at work. He nearly snatched the card back up from the bar, almost muttered an embarrassed apology and an excuse to remove himself from this huge blunder. But he wasn't fast enough to stop himself from plowing ahead, his alcohol laden brain working too slowly to react to everything that was happening.

Finally though she grabbed his card, leaning in very close to him, his eyes firmly focused on her tits now as they moved from the bar towards him, the card magically disappearing out of his sight as she leaned forward, standing on her tip toes to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. His manhood sprung to full attention now, the smell of pussy, the feeling of heavy breasts resting against his broad chest and the soft touch of her lips nearly causing his drunk body to collapse as his knees momentarily buckled. As she pulled her lips away from his cheek Clark glanced around the room, seeing Trent staring daggers at him. He raised his beer glass to the bastard, a shit eating grin touching his face as the man scowled at him.

He grinned at her affirmation of his idea, knowing that the first stage in his plan was already well under way. She might not think that she would have to do much but look pretty, maybe some light attention, but Clark was convinced that if he was willing to spend enough cash on the girl he could buy his way into whatever slinky outfit she choose to wear. And he imagined fucking that tight hole would be fabulous, far better than anything he'd had before. "I'd be more than happy to help with your financial situation.... anything to make a beautiful girl like you happy.." He said with a predatory grin. "I'd love to get your panties in a bunch to help get your father's the same way.." He said, the slur coming out once again as she chuckled at him.

Her next bit caused him to narrow his eyes slightly, but he ignored the venomous verbal barb aimed at him and his wife as he watched her turn to leave, his eyes firmly on her backside as she left. "What a fucking tease..." he muttered as he walked to the bathroom, trying to adjust himself so his raging hard on didn't show quite so much. He was only halfway there when Trent intercepted him, mouth set in an angry frown. "What the hell do you think you're doing with my daughter?" He said in a low voice full of anger. "Hey there Trent... calm down... take it easy my friend, we're just two people discussing your recent stroke of luck and how it's affected our lives." He swayed slightly as he tried to get past the man. "Besides.... she's quite a charming young lady, and it's not like I fucked her buddy..... not yet." He added the last bit as he got by Trent, laughing drunkenly as staggered into the restroom.

The rest of the evening went fairly quickly, he left shortly after that, Trent kept staring with barely contained rage at him, and Clark laughed at how much he had ruined the man's celebration with just a simple kiss on the cheek. "Guess how you'll feel when I take her from behind ya cocksucker..." He laughed to himself as he grabbed a cab back home. Climbing into bed he forced his wife awake, ignoring her complaints about how drunk he was as he rolled on top of her, eyes closed as he imagined the dried up husk beneath him was that hot bitch Sarah, the sex was slightly more fulfilling that way, till he opened his eyes and remembered he wasn't sticking it to a nubile nineteen year old, but his nasty old lady. With a tired sigh he dropped off her and fell into a deep drunk sleep.

The next couple of days passed slowly for Clark. Most of the rest of the staff tried to ignore him when they good, knowing his mood about the changing of the guard had put him in a foul mood. Still he was a consummate professional and didn't let his anger at what had happen affect his performance. Even Vanessa was stepping lightly around him, though she had been quite supportive of what had happened. Maybe he could coerce a bit of a shag out of her... that would do his mood some good. He grinned at that thought, closing his eyes as he imagined her round ass and full lips, crouched under his desk, wrapped around his thick cock... his hands reached down and unzipped his pants, thinking about those blonde curls bouncing on his cock. He wrapped his hand around it and began to stroke it slowly, just as a buzzing interrupted him, causing him to sit up and look around, panicked for a moment that someone had caught him in his perverse state before realizing it was Vanessa, paging his phone. "Yes?" He said into the speaker after tucking his cock away. "Ummm Mr. Green, a young lady is here to see you... ahh Mr. Lawson's daughter..." Vanessa said, sounding very confused. Clark let a wide grin blossom on his face. "Please send her in Vanessa, and hold my calls till I tell you otherwise." He leaned back in his seat, hands behind his head, part two of the plan already unfolding in his mind.

[DracnKitten]

Sarah fell asleep with a smile on ehr face that night, a few toys nearby, and her webcam still shutting down after a steamy one on one with Bobby, the boy from across town with a dick to small to really feel but a body to die for. He was great for e-fucking.

The next day,a dn teh day after, put her in a bad mood, and every day after that she had to suffer without any money to blow only made things worse. She found that alls eh could afford to do was lounge around the house and watch television, which was boring, and she could only entertain herself with boys and their anatomical toys for so long before she got tired of that as well. All in all, she only made a little over a week and a half before she was primping and prepping again.

She bathed, scrubbing her body until her flesh was red, and she lotioned, she did her hair, and put on make up, and jsut a little bit of perfume. And then she pulled on something slightly m ore conservative that what she had worn at teh party, but nicer than the skirt outfit from the day her father had told her she was done spending his money.

She picked a sundress of black and red, silky and flowing that stopped just above her knees. The neck was a low scoop so that the fabric all bunched in a semi circle over her breasts, and the sleeves were just straps. She pulled on heels, settling for a pair that were black and red to match the dress, and only three inches high. WHen she was all done she grabbed her little purse and slipped into her car and drive to her Daddy's place of work.

She smirked when she walked in the doors, waving to the security guard as she waited for the elevator, blowing him a kiss before the doors shut. She was in an unusually good mood. When the doors opened again she waved to a couple of familiar faces and strolled up to Vanessa's desk. Vanessa seemed surprised, but called into Clark anyway.

Sarah was pleased when she was told to go ahead and go in, and she shut the door behind her as she stepped into the office, looking at Mr. Green with a coy smile on her face, and sliding around his desk to sit on the corner of it, right beside him.

"I've thought long and hard about your offer Mr. Green," She leaned forward and looked him in the eye, letting him get a good long glance at her breasts as he sundress fell forward, showing him almost everything, "and I've decided to take you up on it, right now." She was testing her limits. The more willing he was to do exactly what she wanted, when she wanted, the easier she could judge his price.

"I want to go to lunch, at . . ." She made a show of thinking, setting her finger against her bright red lips, nipping at the nail playfully, "Le Claire. A man of your standings, I'm sure you can get in without a reservation." She smiled ever so sweetly, looking at the clock on his desk, "It's only 12:30 anyway, that real lunch crowd won't have hit until . . oh, say 1?" She smirked and ran a finger over his pants leg, "What do you think, can we get there before then?"

[gagonthis]

The door to Clark's office opened and his eyes widened slightly as the beautiful vision slipped through it, the sundress clinging to her body in all the proper places, giving him a promise of things to come, a taste of pleasures he wanted to partake in. She sidled up to his desk, all sex appeal, sweet scent tickling him in all the right ways. Everything about her just screamed for him to clear his desk and take her right there, like men used to do in days long passed.

Instead she slid up onto his desk, long legs crossed in a way that seemed to expose more of herself than it hid, and his heart was already racing wildly. The way she pronounced Long and Hard caused an almost imperceptible intake of breath from him as his eyes once more roamed up and down her body. Everything about her just set his blood boiling and he had to force himself to calm down. If she knew how large an affect she was having on him he would lose all control of the situation, and while he was willing to expend a lot of money to get back at Trent, he wasn't going to let this girl drain him completely dry.

She leaned forward and Clark nearly lost his entire composure. He could practically see all of her breasts, heaving with each breath she took. In his mind he was begging for a slip, for her nipple to pop out, just for a moment, to get a whole view of her glorious breasts. He was so fixated on it that he nearly missed what she said and had to force his eyes up to meet hers to give his mind the time it needed to process the words she had spoken. When he finally understood he nearly swore.

"Le Claire... On no time's notice? Are you kidding me?" He saw the annoyed look in her eyes and quickly changed his tone. "I mean, of course I can get us a table. I represented one of the owners over at the place in a nasty DUI case..." He pressed the button on the intercom. "Vanessa, I'm going to need a table for two at Le Claire... yes, for lunch... no I know... look just try to make it happen. Tell Francis he owes me one, and patch any call he gives me through my cell. I'm stepping out for lunch." He said simply, cutting off the flood of questions that would surely follow. He was asking a lot from his new assistant, but she would come through, or she'd be out of a job, and she knew it. In this economy she would wring whatever favors she could out of that sleazy drunk because she couldn't afford to be job hunting again.

A few moments later his cell rang, before he could even gather up his jacket. "Yes? No Francis... Francis... I just need a table. No, I don't give a shit how many reservations you have today or who the fuck it is, you get me that table or you're gonna lose your retainer, and you know you'll never find anyone as good as me, Francis! Just make it happen!" He practically yelled into the phone before hanging it up. "Well... sounds like we have reservations. Shall we?" He said with a smile as he offered his arm to Sarah, leaving his office to a flustered and bewildered looking Vanessa staring at him with concern.

Clark didn't even notice the stares of his colleagues as he made his way down the main hall of the law office, all he cared about was that he was going to lunch with the gorgeous daughter of the prick who'd taken his job.

[DracnKitten]

Sarah felt herself push her chest out as he started to argue, her eyes narrowing, her arms crossing as she sat up straighter, as if to pull away from him some, take away what she was offering. He seemed to snap to then, and in no time they had a reservation and she was walking out with her arm in his. She raised her chin to Vanessa as she walked out, looking down her nose a bit.

That was when she saw her father, standing in the corridor, his eyes wide for a moment, his jaw almost on the floor. She felt herself smirk as she looked at him, leaning a bit closer to Clark.

"Hi Daddy."

Her voice is sugar sweet as the elevator opens, and she steps inside with Clark, her father, raging towards the elevator just a little too slow, eyes narrow, obviously fuming. She smiles as the doors close and she leans so close to Clark that her breasts are smashed against his arm as she leans up and kisses him on his cheek,

"Oh, this is going to be all kinds of fun." She looked up at him through long lashes and smiled, licking her lips and letting one of her legs rub against his before the elevator door opened and she stepped out, waiting for him to lead her to his car. Of course, ti was close enough that they could have walked, but he certainly had better not expect that of her.

She ran ah hand through her hair, flipping it as she licked her lips.

"Thank you so much for taking me to lunch, Mr. Green. I really appreciate the thought." She made it seem, for a moment, like it was his idea, like he had chosen at the very last minute to choose the nicest, most popular restaurant in the are, almost the most expensive.

And yet, now she knew just how much he would want from her. And at least a portion of how much she could get from him.

[gagonthis]

Clark wanted to lean over and smell her hair, or nibble at her neck, or snake his arm up and fondle her breast through the thin material of her dress. He could feel the eyes of his colleagues on him, but he tried to ignore them. What he was doing was morally ambiguous at best, but he tried not to think about the repercussions of taking a teenage girl to lunch at his age, but right now he just couldn't care.


His eyes lit up as he saw Trent come out of his office, the first moment that he had both longed for a dreaded. Sarah had noticed it too and she grinned as she leaned in close, Clark's eyes momentarily drawn once again to her bosom, causing Trent to take a heavy breath that even from that distance Clark could tell nearly turned into a snarl. The elevator began to close as Trent practically surged towards the doors and Clark let out a bark of a laugh as they almost closed in his face.

The kiss on his cheek was unexpected and caused blood to surge to a lower part of his body. "Yes... it will be quite fun indeed." She probably still thought she'd be able to just take his money and piss her daddy off, but Clark wasn't going to satisfied with anything less than rubbing the fact that his little girl had given it up to Clark. "Your dad's going to give me a good earful when I get back to the office I'm sure.." He smirked at that, imagining just how angry Trent would be, and this was just the beginning of his troubles.

Her leg rubbing against his caused his manhood to stir again, the stiff cock straining against his boxer briefs as it seemed to reach for the leg rubbing against him. The door opened and the brief contact was broken, resigning himself to having just her arm again. "You are a delightful little number..." He grinned as he called for the building's valet service to bring his car around. Usually he'd just walk there, but for appearances sake he knew he should drive her.

He'd had the silver Jaguar waxed the day before, and the silver glimmered in the midday sunlight. He tipped the valet, a little bit less than he would have if he hadn't been oogling Sarah the entire time he was holding the door for her. "Hands off pal..." He muttered under his breath the boy came around to open his door. He climbed in and quickly crossed the five blocks to the restaurant. Valet parking once again he led Sarah into the restaurant, making sure to keep her on his arm so everyone would have a chance to see the aging professional with his gorgeous piece of eye candy.

"Francis! So nice of you to fit us in..." He said cordially as he took the owner's hand in a firm grip. "This is Sarah, maybe you can see why I was so eager to get a reservation now..." he said with a conspiratorial wink. "Oh yes indeed..." Francis smiled back at Sarah. "Our finest table for our V.I.P." He grinned, Clark feeling pretty good that the owner, rather than the Maitre D' would be seating them. "See Sarah, I can give you everything you had before your father cut you off... a lovely ravishing lady like you deserves only the finest..." He said, kissing her hand slightly as he held her seat out for her, his manner gentlemanly as his eyes undressed her lustfully.

[DracnKitten]

Sarah was laughing at Clark inside. She was enjoying his struggle to get her into the restaurant she had chosen. And she enjoyed it more when he succeeding, no matter how dirty he played the game. As they sat down she placed her ankle within inches of his legs, so that if he shifted her leg would brush his- but it would not be her who initiated that act. She would still hold some control over the situation, she would look less like she was putting it out there for him. She smiled outwardly at the thought, picking up the menu.

She smiled up at the Le Claire's owner and batted her lashes, she knew that now that she was seated and he was standing over her, he could see deep into her cleavage. She decided to charm him now for later use, if she decided she needed it.

"Thank you so very much for getting us in on such short notice. I'm afraid I didn't leave Mr. Green much choice in when or where we ate. It might have been a bit . . discourteous of me, but I can't help it every now and then. I guess you can blame my father for giving me everything I wanted all these years." She laughed quietly, her hand resting on her chest as she smiled across the table at Clark.

When the owner had left and the waitress had brought them their menus, Sarah leaned over the table, her cleavage visible to Clark now as she rested a hand over his, running a finger over his flesh lightly, "Thank you for bringing me here. I know I was a bitch but, I was curious." She grinned a lopsided grin, "The steeper the price, the larger the favor. I had to know how large a favo you were willing to do me to see how large a price there would be."

It was always better to be on even grounds to start with, she thought. Play the field strait. It gave you the most chance of rising above in the end, if you took some time to evaluate your opponent's abilities on a fair and level scale. SHe looked up when the waitress came back, and straitened herself, pulling her hand back,

"I'll have the Cabernet, the most expensive one." She smiled ever so sweetly again,a dn let her eyes fall back on Clark, letting him know that it was his turn, the field was his again, and she was jsut warming up.

[gagonthis]

Clark took his seat, glancing around at the gathered lunch crowd. He'd never personally dined at this place despite his professional relationship with one of the owners. It had always seemed unnecessarily expensive to him, and Clark had always been a little too pragmatic to see a meal as worth quite enough money as Le Claire charged. Now though he knew he was going to have to get used to sticker shock. At least if he was going to have a shot at the daughter Lawson.

He could feel her leg rest closely against his, teasing him with the smooth silky skin of her ankle. Clark nearly grimaced as he forced himself not to reach under the table and run his hands along her leg. She was playing a control game at this point, if Clark gave in too early he would find himself easily played, she could take whatever she wanted from him, and he would see no return on his 'investment'

He curtly motioned with his head for Francis to leave them in peace, nearly frowning at the way Sarah began flirting with him. Clark wasn't normally prone to jealous behavior, but he would not have his revenge on that bastard Trent trifled with, least of all by a noted drunk like Francis. The man took his cue and quickly departed, bidding them both a good meal. Clark swallowed slightly as Sarah leaned forward, breasts once more exposed to him, her hand teasing the top of his. Her apology caught him off guard and he raised an eyebrow, a smile coming to his face as she mentioned her favors in return. He allowed his leg to drift over to her foot, running against it softly as his other hand came on top of hers, holding it gently but firmly as he ran his eyes over her upper body.

"Just what type of repayment did you have in mind then my dear... I can think of several ways you could make me a very happy man..." He was being quite forward, but her attire and behavior were bringing out a stark fervor in him, nearly feverish with desire. He wanted to tell her that he would buy her anything she wanted just to see her naked, but the waitress arriving saved him from begging to fuck her for a moment. He let her hand go and smiled up at the pleasant looking serving girl, though she appeared like a peasant next to Sarah.

Sarah ordered an expensive glass of wine and Clark had to compose himself before ordering. This is what he was going in for, the long game, he would have to spend, and spend quite a lot, to see Trent in hysterics, losing his cool over an expensive glass of wine would not be a good way to start his seduction of Ms. Lawson. "Make it a bottle." He said with a grin as he winked at Sarah, ready to show that he was more than willing to match her for her affections. He also ordered off menu for lunch, knowing that Francis would have his head chef make whatever he ordered, and impressing Sarah even more with his connections at such a fancy establishment. She had to believe that he was important and rich enough to keep her in the decadent life style she was accustomed to.

"Mmmm..." He let out when he took a sip of the wine placed before them, swishing it around in his glass, it really was quite delicious. "This wine... dining here with some a beautiful young woman..." He raised his glass to Sarah, "I can almost begin to appreciate your father a bit more, he seems to have done at least one thing right..." He said, once more looking her up and down, making his physical want no secret. "Can't you see how good I can be to you? I'll take you shopping... perhaps at some of the boutiques downtown. I'd love to see you in something lacy..." He smiled as his leg again found her foot. "And then a night on the town perhaps... somewhere I can properly show you just what I'm willing to do for you..." He leaned back, taking another slow sip from the wine as the waitress dropped their food off, garnishing it with pepper before departing.

[DracnKitten]

Sarah smiled back at Clarke as she sipped her wine. She almost closed her eyes and purred as the thickly flavored alcohol ran over her tongue and down her throat. It was perfect. She waited for the waitress to bring their food and depart before she deigned to answer his original question. What price she was willing to play to keep his favor.

She cut into her finely seasoned dinner and took a delicate bite as she looked across the table, her gaze even. The fork slid slowly between her lips, she hardly seemed to chew, such delicate movements so in such stark contrast to her attitude.

"I'll pay your favors in turn with exactly what you are looking to receive." Her foot ran up his leg this time, ever so lightly, the seduction gentle but pointed. "I'll be your arm candy in public, that will serve both of our purposes, and in private . . ." SHe let the words trail off as she took another delicate bite, "Well, that's something to discuss more-" she leaned forward- "privately."

She ran a finger over her lower lip and licked a bit of seasoning from the lip, her lashes falling heavily over her eyes. Bedroom eyes. She smiled seductively again as she took another sip of wine, setting the glass down and leaning back a little. The ball was in his court again, she had laid the line for him to pull her in, she had taken his bait with an ease she thought he may not have expected.

"Who knows, it could be fun to see what exactly you have in mind."

[gagonthis]

Clark nodded his thanks to the waitress as she ground out the last of the pepper onto his steak, the sizzling beef wafting aromas full of flavor up to his nose as his eyes continued to lock with Sarah's, waiting to see what she would make of his latest offer.

Everything she did made him hot under the collar. A small bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck as her lips parted to accept a small bite of her meal. He kept his poise though, letting only a ghost of a smile touch his face to show that he was appreciating the show she was putting on for him. People in the restaurant were watching the two of them. Well more were watching her. Clark held no false illusions about who was commanding the attention at the table, and Clark reminded himself for the dozenth time that he had to be very careful with his rival's daughter. She could easily spin a man like him, especially one who wanted her as badly as Clark did.

Her foot found his leg and he felt his manhood stiffen with alarming suddenness at the small contact. He wanted nothing more than to grab the bottle of wine, pour it all over her delicious breasts and fuck her right there on the table. Another bead of sweat moved down the back of his neck and he gripped his napkin in his lap with white knuckles for a moment before he regained his composure again.

"We can't have you being seen too much with me in public..." He said with a crooked grin. "My wife would love any excuse to take half of what I own...." His hand ran along one of her fingers momentarily. "And I would much rather spend my money on a ravishing beauty like you..." He took another sip of the wine, trying to cool his temperature as he thought about all the passionate things he could do to a young lady as sexually desirable as her. "Just as long as your daddy knows that his little girl is spending time with me..." A wolfish grin came to his face.

"As for private.... Mmmm I think you could do a man like me some good." Her eyes suggested things Clark hadn't experienced in years, things that brought out an animal inside him. He tapped his foot slightly, trying to distract himself from promising the world to her. He knew that he would consider buying her anything just for a glimpse at her wonderful naked form, but if he could keep himself together, perhaps he could get so much more for his money. He cut into his steak, the juicy meat distracting him momentarily from his fervor desire for the Lawson daughter. "I'm glad that he can come to an understanding... I think the two of us will have some fun together."

[DracnKitten]

Sarah smiled, laughing a little- something that didn't quite reach a giggle but was almost childish. She watched him cut into his meat, as if studying the way he used his hands. She could tell that he was restraining himself, which she was used to in any man who had more than an once of self control. She ran her fingers through her hair and them over her neck, brushing them across the roundness of one of her breasts as she settled back to drink her wine.

After a few moments she looked at a delicate, finely crafted watch and her eyes grew wide. She had grown tired of this little dance for now, and now that her belly was full she was ready to leave this old man to himself.

"Oh no, I'm late!" She stood up with haste, but delicacy, making sure she leaned forward fat enough that he could see down her top again before she pushed her chair in. She moved around the table with a sway of the hips that most women only dreamed of accomplishing, leaning down to lay a kiss on the man's cheek. Her lips lingered for a moment, brushing against his flesh before she tilted her head and let her mouth almost touch his ear, her breath warm as she laid a hand on his chest for half a moment.

"I'll be thinking about you, you should call me sometime." She smiled as she pulled back, her fingers trailing away from his chest as she backed away form the table waving to him lightly as she winked, "Thanks for lunch, Mr. Green it was . . . delightful." She smiled and blew him one last kiss as she disappeared out the door, making the walk to the law office and her car alone.

She sobered up a little as she slipped back into her car, her air of success fading a little as she remembered that she was heading home to an empty pocket book, useless credit cards, and nothing to do.

Maybe she'd call that Westminster boy before Daddy got home.

She laughed at that idea, she'd fuck him on Daddy's bed, just out of spite.

[gagonthis]

Clark nearly clucked his tongue in disappointment as she rose away from the table. He was only halfway through his meal and was hoping to enjoy her company, and the lingering jealous stares of every power suit in the crowded restaurant, for another little bit. He was tempted to get fatherly with her, tell her that she wouldn't get a cent out of him if she wasn't willing to be a good girl. Instead his lips just twitched as she pushed herself away from the table.

His fork nearly slipped out of his grip as she swayed around the table, hips demanding attention as her breasts heaved up and down, the dress threatening to expose everything to him as she leaned forward, his cock growing hard as he stared at those perfect pair of tits dangling at eye level. Her kiss on the cheek sent fire surging through his belly and he gripped the pleat of his slacks to keep his hand from groping her breasts of their own accord. The way her lips lingered on his cheek made him want to follow her out of the restaurant. He was a powerful rich man. Women did not say no to that.

Instead his eyes followed her ass as she moved out of the restaurant, leaning back with a content smile as the stares of the male patrons turned back towards him, approval and jealousy mixing in their glances. A smirk of triumph came to his lips as he went back to his meal, he never let a delicious piece of beef go to waste. "Wow.... that girl you were with... she's gorgeous..." The waitress said as she collected his plate. "Yeah, second best looker in the place.." Clark said, the lie coming to his mouth as easily as the wink to his eye. The waitress blushed and made some nonsensical embarrassed comment. He pulled out a card and handed it to the girl. "If you ever need any legal advice... or anything else...." He let the words linger as he paid the bill. He hadn't felt this energized in ages!

He took his Jag back to the office and within five minutes of sitting back down behind his desk his intercom buzzed right as the door to his office slammed open, a livid Trent snarling as he stomped into the room. "I tried to tell him you were still out Mr. Green..." Clark let a smile touch his lips. "It's ok Vanessa. I'm sure Mr. Lawson has quite a few questions for me." He said simply, shutting the intercom off. "What can I do for you Trent?" Clark said, grin growing larger and larger as his rival began to turn red. "What exactly the FUCK do you think you're up to Clark!?" He finally managed to get out, causing Clark to have to bite back his laughter. "I have no idea what you are talking about Trent." He said a he leaned back in his chair. "I saw you with my daughter you son of a...." He snarled as he cut himself off. "Don't think I don't know what the hell is going on here..." Clark interrupted him. "Trent, I think you're rather being melodramatic. It was simply two people of like minds... and like interests...' He said putting extra emphasis on the last word "sharing a pleasant lunch..." Clark could feel himself growing hard again just thinking about Sarah's tits. "You keep your damn hands off my daughter.." He said threateningly before storming out of Clark's office. Unable to hold back any longer Clark burst in laughter as the door to his office slammed close.

Oh this was just wonderful. Trent was already worked up and Clark hadn't even gotten into his daughter's panties. Something that would be happening soon enough. "Fuck I feel great!" He smiled as he popped onto his feet, pacing the office for a moment. His next move was going to be difficult. He had to keep himself from getting a hold of Sarah... let her situation settle into her head enough to make her come crawling to him. As he was pacing his phone rang. "Mr. Green, attorney." He answered simply, his smile growing when he heard the voice on the line. "Of course I remember giving you my number... it was only about fifteen minutes ago..." He said with a chuckle. "I'd love to get together with you tonight... how does six sound?" A surge of triumphant swept through his body. Just a few more days and he'd have Sarah eating out of his hand.

[DracnKitten]

Sarah sighed. It had been two days since she had seen Mr. Green, and she had expected him to call her by now. She had used all the right tricks, they - men that is - always called her. She pouted as she stared up at the ceiling, ignoring the arm that draped over her naked breasts. Sex was so boring when she didn't have any money to spend.

"Ugh, wake up, stupid." She shifted the Westminster boys arm off of her, giving it a good, hard shove. He rolled over, and she stuck her bottom lip out. He had fallen asleep. Stupid idiot hadn't even put a good effort into sex. She thought about just pushing him out of her bed, but decided to leave him in case she wanted a second round before she kicked his ass out.

She looked at her cell phone again, checking for any missed calls as she stood naked in the middle of her room. She stuck her bottom lip out further and stomped her foot.

She had tried, honestly tried, convincing her father that she should have some kind of allowance, even if she wasn't allowed to have credit cards. He had just laughed at her and told her to get a job. He had been bitter and angry, and she knew it had been because he had seen her with Mr. Green, but she didn't really care. It was his fault she had been with him in the first place. It just made her angrier that he would be such a jerk.

And it made her angrier to know that she wasn't as in control of the situation as she thought.

She stomped her foot one more time and looked over at the Westminster boy, suddenly so mad that she didn't even want him in her room.

"Wake up you lazy idiot!" She stormed over to her bed and hit him with one of her pillows. He startled awake, and she screamed at him again, "Get out of my room, go!" The boy looked up at her,blinking, his somewhat shaggy bit well kept hair just short of falling into his surprised eyes. "I said get OUT!"

The boy jumped up and was just barely missed byh er pillow as she threw it at him. Grabbing his pants, his dressed quickly, grabbing his shirt on the way out. He was no stranger to her mood swings, but he hadn't seen her in a temper like this in a long time.

"All right, all right, I'm going! Jeez, Sarah, what the hell did I do?" He knew it was stupid, and regretted it the moment he asked. This time it was a shoe that flew at him. And she had good aim. He dodged just in time for the shoe to hit the door frame.

"What did you do!? What did you DO!? Nothing! That's what you did. Get out, get out, get OUT!"

He finally took the hint, stuffing his feet into his shoes clumsily and making it out of the house and to his car. He rolled his eyes and ran a hand back through his hair as he climbed into his car.

"Guess I'll see you later then, call me when you aren't set on castrating every male in sight."

Sarah fumed, and screamed as she slammed the door, storming back up the stairs and to her room. She slammed her bedroom door as well, staring at it for a long moment before throwing another shoe.

It was two more days before she finally couldn't handle it. Three temper tantrums, a refusal to eat dinner with her family, and a confiscated car later, she picked up her phone and dialed, giving in. She'd regain control of the situation later, right now,s he needed to go shopping.

"Hi, Mr. Green? I've been thinking about you."

[gagonthis]

"No dear... I'm working late tonight.... well why the fuck should I care? Go with your damn trainer if you want...." He hung up the phone on his wife. Fucking bitch he thought to himself as he collected his jacket. He was hardly being forward with the woman he had married, but he just didn't give a shit anymore. That waitress would be quite a bit more... giving... than his wife ever was anymore he thought with a horny grin.

The next couple of days passed fairly quickly. Clark had an energy that he hadn't had since he'd been forced to fire his previous secretary. A couple evenings trysts with the waitress and the murderous glares Trent gave him whenever they crossed paths had rejuvenated him. Vanessa was looking at him differently, her eyes hiding a new found appreciation for her boss.

"Shhh... don't be so loud... we don't want your boss to hear..." Clark said playfully as his hand snaked its way up the girl's blouse, grasping her breast as her hand fished down his trousers. They were in the back of the pantry area at her work, and she giggled softly as she wrapped her hand around his cock, pulling on it as his lips nipped at her neck. With a heavy moan of pleasure she moved down to her knees, pulling out Clark's hardened manhood she moistened her lips and popped the head into her mouth. "Oooh... good girl..." he said simply, leaning back against door to the freezer as she worked him deeper into her throat. A vibration in his pants surprised him and it took him a few moments to realize his phone was ringing.

Fishing the Blackberry out of his pocket his smile grew extra wide when he saw the number was Sarah's. "Oooh this is good..." he muttered with a smile as he answered the phone. "Hey... who's that?" The waitress asked him, popping his engorged cock out of her mouth as he breathed a hello into the phone. "Don't worry about it sexy, just get at it.." He winked at her, knowing Sarah could hear everything he was saying. "Sorry about that Sarah, just taking care of a little... business." He said, pause very obvious between the last two words. He bit off a heavy moan as the waitress began to really work his shaft, lips suctioned around the head of his cock as her tongue painted circles in her soft mouth. "Shopping you say? Mmmm well I'm glad you decided to call me... How about this evening? Say we meet at Spaggio's around 5ish? Great... good see you there...." He said before she had time to respond, a heavy groan escaping his lips finally right before he hung up the phone, his load flowing out from the waitress' lips. "That's a good girl..."

The rest of the day was spent in livid anticipation, Clark barely able to concentrate on the case load in front of him. He'd been slacking work lately, but no one really seemed to notice. That was the nice part about being a senior member anywhere. Even if he wasn't partner yet he still had a lot of underlings he could shuffle work off onto.

Clark left early, changing into a more casual jacket for the evening, checking himself in the mirror in the executive washroom to make sure he was looking sharp. Bidding a very angry Trent a fair well he hopped in the car to make his way to the upscale shopping district where he was sure he would be putting down a small fortune for some very satisfying sex.

[DracnKitten]

Sarah didn't know what to feel as she hung up the phone. At first, it almost hadn't clicked what was going on at the other end of the line as he talked to her, but she was experienced with that sort of thing so it didn't take long for it to dawn on her. And the fact that he had the nerve- no the balls - not to even bother being discreet about it. She felt like she might explode. And he wanted something from her!?

Than again, he was going to take her shopping! She felt a sudden rush of excitement at that, it was almost a relief. But . . . how the hell was she going to get there? She rushed around her room for twenty minutes, pacing and fussing, he hadn't even given her a chance to explain that her card had been taken away. She felt like stomping her feet and screaming, but she contained herself.

Finally it struck her, and she grinned mischievously. She knew exactly how she was going to get to Spaggio's. Picking up her phone, she walked into her giant closet, and she nearly squealed with glee when the Westminster boy picked up the phone.

"Ryan, sweetheart, it's so good to hear your voice."

Fifteen minutes later she had a ride. Slipping into a slinky little light blue dress, and pulling her hair back to show off her long, curvy neck, Sarah was ready long before Ryan Westminster ever showed up. Ready, waiting, and antsy. By the time he showed up at her front door she was ready to explode in a rage again, and barely kept her anger in check. She needed him as much as she needed Clark, and she'd have to be nice if she wanted to get her way.

As she climbed into his car she leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, her hand brushing his leg, and he smiled. For his part, he was just glad she wasn't throwing any shoes at him. They rode quietly, Ryan didn't bother asking why they were going to Spaggio's. He wasn't stupid, and he'd rather just not think about it.

Sarah, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about it, and she was only barely containing her excitement as she gripped the little strap of her purse. By the time they reached their destination she was practically a bundle of nerves. She nearly jumped out of the car, remembering to turn and give Ryan a nice, long, thank you kiss. He just smiled a little.

"You know my number if you need a ride back." She laughed at him as she shut the door, waving off his offer. She had to force herself to composure as she stood outside of Spaggio's, smoothing her dress and checking her hair in a little mirror she kept in her handbag. She smiled at herself, and looked up to see Mr. Green only a few feet away. She smiled coyly as she tucked the mirror away, and waited to see if he would come to her, or if she would be playing his game tonight.

[gagonthis]

Clark checked his watch once again. Sure he'd shown up about fifteen minutes early, but he'd been waiting out front for the better part of forty now. He knew that she was trying to steal some of the thunder from their phone conversation earlier by making him wait. Well he was willing to wait as long as necessary, he knew she would show. Spoiled little brat wanted to get her pretties and where else was she going to go?

He'd valeted the jaguar, and now the young man was sitting there at his little booth smirking at him with a shit eating grin. The guy was probably thinking that Clark had been stood up, at a fancy restaurant no less. Little cocky bastard. Clark wanted to throttle him, but he was sure vindication would be arriving.. any moment now. Clark tapped his foot slightly as a twinge of insecurity began to set in. What if she had stood him up? Maybe he had gone a little too far letting her know what he was up to earlier...

A Benz pulled up to the curb and Clark paid it no mind, figuring the only way Sarah would be showing up would be by cab. She had no ride of her own without daddy's permission. So he wasn't paying much attention until he heard a faint intake of breath from the valet punk behind him. Looking at the car he saw Sarah unfolding herself from it, short blue dress hugging her body like she was poured into it, a knowing smile on her face as she turned, leaning down to plant a long kiss on whoever she had arrived with, dress coming up to show the curve of her thighs where they met her ass. Who the fuck had she come with Clark thought to himself as a flash of anger went through his mind. If she thought he was going to be a third wheel for her little boy toy she had something else coming. The man clearly was just giving her a ride as he pulled away from the restaurant, leaving Sarah smirking at him on the corner.

Clark smiled back, took a step forward, then promptly turned on his heel and entered the restaurant. The valet kid was still staring at Vanessa and Clark had to resist the urge to smack him on the back of the head as he passed. That was exactly how Sarah was hoping he'd react. He sure as hell wasn't going to be made a fool of tonight. The ball was in his court, if she wanted his money she was going to have to learn that she had to be good to her sugar daddy. That brought a horny smile to his face as he approached the hostess. "Clark Greene, table for two... my companion will be joining me shortly I'm sure." He said with a pleasant smile. Spaggio was one of the more high end restaurants in the city, but Clark had connections that could get him a table quickly. Rich people always needed legal help.

He followed the girl to the table and took a seat, carefully unfolding his napkin and perusing the wine list as he waited for Sarah to join him.

[DracnKitten]

Sarah smiled a bit more when she saw Clarke take a step towards her, but when he turned on his heel and disappeared into the restaurant her jaw dropped. SHe stared for along moment, as the valet stared at her, with quite a similar expression on his face.

"What are you staring at, imbecile." SHe snapped at him as she suddenly spurred herself into motion, taking her aggression out on him instead of of bottling it up for Clarke. She had to force herself to slow down as she reached the door, and recompose herself. As she stepped in she smoothed her dress down and ran a hand through her hair, shaking it into a new setting. She could see the top of his head from where she stood, so she brushed away the hostess who came up to greet her, rudely stepping around her to sidle up to the table with Clarke.

She did her best not to pout as she picked up the menu and actually shifted in her seat, almost uncomfortably, before settling in and smiling again, looking across the table, leaning forward.

"I'm so glad you wanted to see me again."

She wasn't stupid enough to say she was glad he was taking her shopping, and she was proud of herself for keeping her manners intact. She tried smiling sweetly, shaking some hair over her shoulder.

And then she couldn't contain herself anymore.

"So, after we eat, where should we go first?" She grinned almost like a kid in a candy store, leaning over the table to look at him over the little candle.

[gagonthis]

Clark smiled inwardly as he saw Sarah enter the restaurant, trying to compose herself. He kept his eyes hidden behind the menu as he tracked her progress, watching her body move back into the seductive sultry motions that seemed to come so natural to it. Though he would never admit it to her, Clark was more than a little intimidate by just how confidently sexual she was. She didn't need to know that though, and Clark needed to use his manufactured confidence to carry him through the day.

He could still tell she was visibly shaken by his actions as she arrived at the table. He assumed she wasn't used to being brushed off very often, and Clark had done just that to her. She leaned forward, her eyes smiling at his, which her firmly glued on the cleavage on ample display. He smiled at her remark about him wanting to see her again. How could any man in his right mind not want to see a ravishing creature like her. But he could read between the lines, he was after all, quite the litigator. Glad that he wanted to see her translated into 'I'm thrilled you want to spend money on me'. And Clark would. But he wanted to make sure he saw a return on his investment.

"Of course I wanted to see you again... you look a vision as always." He said, feeling like a suave motherfucker as once again other men in the restaurant were trying to figure out exactly what the heck a salt and pepper fellow like him was doing with a young piece of tail.

Then she asked where they were going to go shopping and Clark had to bite back a laugh. The eagerness in her voice made Clark smile. This might be easier than he expected after all. "Mmmm I had a few ideas in mind..." His foot snaked itself under the table and brushed against her leg momentarily. "But I'm open to any suggestions you might have as well... Saks? Bloomingdales? Bergdorf? Madame Suis?" The last he said with a crooked grin, it being one of the most prestigious lingerie shops in the city. He began picturing Sarah in nothing but a small black teddy and felt his cock begin to stiffen. He was so distracted he barely noticed when the waitress came by. "Ahhh yes.. ummmm I'll have the veal parmigiana, the lady will be having the wild alaskan baked salmon and we will both have a caeser to start. And a bottle of the 76 Monte Plany please." He said, ordering before Sarah could protest. He leaned back slightly, small smile on his face as the waitress departed. "So what did you have in mind for the evening dear?"