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(Be aware that the link below identified as "Melanie Kirkpatrick" is an erotic gif.)
Robert Palmer looked up from the legal documents he was editing on his laptop to find one of the Firm's interns waiting patiently in the open doorway for his signal that it was okay to enter. He had a what one of the other Junior Partners at Yarbrough & Yarbrough jokingly called a variable open door policy toward the interns under his care, meaning that they were welcome to come see him at any time of the day, so long as they weren't going to bother him with their personal or professional bull shit.
Robert wanted to see this intern, though. He always wanted to see this intern. She was a beautiful young woman, with long, curly dark red hair and lightly freckled skin. She wore a skin-tight, strapless, mid-thigh length dress that emphasized the curves of her shapely body, from her firm, B-cup breasts to her hour glass torso to her long, athletic legs which were made to look even more inviting to being parted by the four inch stilettos at the ends of them.
Robert's ogle of her as she waited was conspicuous but not unusual. He often ogled this particular intern, and she'd caught him staring at her hungrily enough times to surely know that he wanted a deeper relationship with her than Supervisor-Supervisee.
Robert had never made a pass at her, though, not in the entire two years of her employment at Y&Y. It wasn't because she wasn't his type, obviously: he got hard every time she passed by or entered his office for a conference. And it wasn't because Robert didn't mix business with pleasure either. It was widely suspected that he'd fucked his way into a Partnership, just as it was widely rumored that he was currently fucking one of the married Senior Partners, too.
No, Robert had never hit on this particular intern because he suspected that she was batting for the home team. As he stared at her in the doorway, he wondered about whether batting implied a bat, and therefore meant the phrase was only appropriately applied to a male homosexual. He only had a moment to consider the thought, though, as he quickly began imagining this redheaded beauty's body thoroughly entwined in ecstasy with a second and equally sexy female form.
Robert had no solid proof as to the intern's sexual preference for other women, though simply thinking about it made him want to sneak off to the body of hand lotion in his office's private bathroom. He'd never seen her do anything of an intimate or sexual nature with anyone at the office, male or female: not a kiss or a hug or a telling touch.
But on a few occasions, he'd seen her eyes take a long, slow walk over the shapely forms of some of the Firm's female partners. Of course, for all he knew, she'd been admiring the typically expensive and limited edition clothing they were wearing, not the well maintained bodies that were hidden beneath them.
Robert lifted a hand, waggled a finger to urge her inside, then -- as she stepped forward -- said, "Close the door behind you."
She hesitated, but did as he asked. It was unusual for Robert Palmer to have a closed door meeting with a junior member of the Firm. Despite the rumors -- and sometimes facts -- of his intimate involvements with Y&Y staff who were senior to him, he had always been very careful to avoid sexual harassment issues by never having one-on-ones behind closed doors with junior employees.
Today, new ground was going to be broken, figuratively. And Robert wouldn't be using a figurative shovel to do it: he'd be using an atomic bomb.
"You are aware that an Associate's position has opened in the Criminal Cases Division," he began, gesturing her to the chair opposite his huge, neatly organized desk.
"Yes, sir," she said simply. The interns at Y&Y learned early on that the best way to deal with Mister Palmer was to be short and sweet in their responses to his inquiries and directions.
"And you are aware..." he continued, closing the laptop between them that was blocking his view of her shapely breasts, "that I and I alone will be making the decision as to which of the interns fills the position."
"Yes, sir," she repeated.
"And you are aware that your chances of landing this newly opened position is low, what with your level of experience at Y&Y ... with the brevity of your time here, I mean ... two years, yes?"
She nodded.
He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "And, of course ... with that other thing..."
He saw in her reaction that she'd likely been expecting him to bring up that incident. It had still been very early in her employment at Y&Y when she publically embarrassed Melanie Kirkpatrick, then a Junior Partner but now a Senior Partner and Robert's supervisor in the CCD.
Melanie had had the power to fire the younger woman that day so long ago but hadn't. Melanie could be a calculating bitch when she wanted -- which was most of the time -- and after some careful consideration that day, she'd decided to keep the relatively new intern on for one reason and one reason only: to have another body at Y&Y to torture. And Melanie had! Anytime the mood had hit her, she'd brought hell down upon the girl.
After many of those incidents, Robert had expected the intern to walk, to simply abandon the pain that was so often inflicted upon her by the spiteful boss. But the young woman toughed it out. Robert couldn't know whether it was because she was the type who followed the adage When the going gets tough, the tough get going; or because of the well known fact that a well skilled, well performing intern at Y&Y who reached an Associate Position had a far better than chance than interns at other Firms of going very, very far in life.
Which was the reason for Robert's next comment to the young woman.
"I'm going to blunt with you. I'm going to be blunt ... and I'm going to be very forward..." For just a moment, Robert's gaze dropped conspicuously from her attractive face to her other attractive features before he looked back up and continued. "And I'm going to be very inappropriate, too ... but only because I think that the ... small sacrifice that I am going to ask of you will set you on a career path that, currently, you could never hope to achieve, either here at Y&Y or elsewhere, where you would, of course, have to start all over without a recommendation from me."
Robert knew that if this young woman ever left the Firm and applied for an Intern or Associate position elsewhere, the interviewer at the new company would come to Melanie for a recommendation. And Melanie would never let a woman who'd embarrassed her escape her reach to excel elsewhere.
And Robert knew that the intern likely knew this as well. Without doing something extreme to regain control of her life, this young woman might as well apply for an Assistant Manager's position at the local McDonald's franchise.
"As long as Melanie Kirkpatrick is a Senior Partner at Y&Y, you have no future here," Robert put it plainly. "And since you would need her reference to get a similar position with another firm ... well, you're kind of fucked aren't you?"
Robert never used profanity in the work place, so to hear him use it in this setting had to stress upon the intern just how important this moment was.
"Of course, as Supervisor of the Intern Program, I can fix that," he continued,.
He stood and moved slowly around to sit on the edge of his desk nearer her. Robert ignored the fact that the groin of his tailored slacks -- even with the tight fitting sports briefs to contain him -- was pressed noticeably outward by the raging hard-on he'd begun sporting the moment he'd seen her in the doorway.
"I need you to come to my apartment this evening at nine sharp," he said, setting a business card out before her, face down, with his address hand written in dark ink. He ogled her form once more, adding as he gestured toward her dress, "I like this. Wear it ... and those heels ... and nothing more."
He stood, hesitated -- his tent of a crotch just two feet from her face -- then turned to return to his chair, finishing, "Nine sharp. That'll be all."
Robert lifted the lid of his laptop and returned to his editing without again looking to the young beauty, who hesitated herself -- likely full of all kinds of thoughts and words she wished to speak -- before standing and exiting the office.
Once she was gone, Robert looked to the desk top near where she'd been sitting and smiled. The business card was gone.
At 9:02, the bell to Robert's Manhattan apartment rang. He opened the door, smiled to the intern -- dressed, it seemed, as he'd requested -- then turned away without a word and headed into the townhouse. He listened to her heels as she followed, first across the tile floor of the first apartment, then upon the hard wood steps of the spiral staircase as he ascended and she followed without question.
At the top of the stairs, Robert finally turned to face her. Her expression was of obvious reluctance. Straight, gay, or otherwise, he could see in her face that if she ever had had any thoughts of having sex with the Internship Supervisor, her fantasies hadn't followed such a path as this.
"Speak when you are spoken to," he whispered, lifting a finger to his lips. He turned, pushed open the double doors, and strode into the room announcing with a slight touch of humor, "Honey, I'm home."
He moved forward to stand over one side of the bed as he pointed a finger toward a chair sitting against the far wall and gestured the intern to it with a waggling finger.
In between them, naked on the king sized bed except for a blind fold and pair of stylish heels -- as well as the restraints holding her in place -- was Melanie Kirkpatrick.
"Let me go, Bobby," she pleaded softly. "This isn't fun anymore."
Robert looked down upon the Senior Partner with a devilish smirk. "Oh, but Melanie, I'm having the time of my life."
That wasn't quite true, of course. They'd had much more fun than this in the past. They'd begun fucking and sucking one another within weeks of his joining the firm as an intern eight years earlier, despite her status as wife of the District's Congressman. They'd had some incredible times together, some of which Robert had recorded and played for her later to ensure that she offered his name for partnership in a timely fashion. She had.
Robert glanced at the restraints holding her in place. A two foot long chain attached at the center of the headboard led to a choker around her neck; and a second chain half as long ran behind her back to the felt lined, leather cuffs wrapped around her wrists. The bindings were just enough to keep her in place but not enough to hurt her or cause any serious discomfort.
"You fucker," Melanie growled softly, writhing about, testing the restraints at her wrists. "You said you were going to please me like I'd never been pleased before. I've been tied up, fucker. This is nothing new."
"Oh, but Melanie," he purred, backing away to sit in a deep, plush chair. "The new is about to begin."
And with that, Robert looked to the intern, smiled politely, and made a gesture toward the naked, writhing woman as if he was one of Barker's Beauties on The Price Is Right, giving a winning contestant the go ahead to enjoy the new car they'd just won.
(Be aware that the link below identified as "Melanie Kirkpatrick" is an erotic gif.)
Robert Palmer looked up from the legal documents he was editing on his laptop to find one of the Firm's interns waiting patiently in the open doorway for his signal that it was okay to enter. He had a what one of the other Junior Partners at Yarbrough & Yarbrough jokingly called a variable open door policy toward the interns under his care, meaning that they were welcome to come see him at any time of the day, so long as they weren't going to bother him with their personal or professional bull shit.
Robert wanted to see this intern, though. He always wanted to see this intern. She was a beautiful young woman, with long, curly dark red hair and lightly freckled skin. She wore a skin-tight, strapless, mid-thigh length dress that emphasized the curves of her shapely body, from her firm, B-cup breasts to her hour glass torso to her long, athletic legs which were made to look even more inviting to being parted by the four inch stilettos at the ends of them.
Robert's ogle of her as she waited was conspicuous but not unusual. He often ogled this particular intern, and she'd caught him staring at her hungrily enough times to surely know that he wanted a deeper relationship with her than Supervisor-Supervisee.
Robert had never made a pass at her, though, not in the entire two years of her employment at Y&Y. It wasn't because she wasn't his type, obviously: he got hard every time she passed by or entered his office for a conference. And it wasn't because Robert didn't mix business with pleasure either. It was widely suspected that he'd fucked his way into a Partnership, just as it was widely rumored that he was currently fucking one of the married Senior Partners, too.
No, Robert had never hit on this particular intern because he suspected that she was batting for the home team. As he stared at her in the doorway, he wondered about whether batting implied a bat, and therefore meant the phrase was only appropriately applied to a male homosexual. He only had a moment to consider the thought, though, as he quickly began imagining this redheaded beauty's body thoroughly entwined in ecstasy with a second and equally sexy female form.
Robert had no solid proof as to the intern's sexual preference for other women, though simply thinking about it made him want to sneak off to the body of hand lotion in his office's private bathroom. He'd never seen her do anything of an intimate or sexual nature with anyone at the office, male or female: not a kiss or a hug or a telling touch.
But on a few occasions, he'd seen her eyes take a long, slow walk over the shapely forms of some of the Firm's female partners. Of course, for all he knew, she'd been admiring the typically expensive and limited edition clothing they were wearing, not the well maintained bodies that were hidden beneath them.
Robert lifted a hand, waggled a finger to urge her inside, then -- as she stepped forward -- said, "Close the door behind you."
She hesitated, but did as he asked. It was unusual for Robert Palmer to have a closed door meeting with a junior member of the Firm. Despite the rumors -- and sometimes facts -- of his intimate involvements with Y&Y staff who were senior to him, he had always been very careful to avoid sexual harassment issues by never having one-on-ones behind closed doors with junior employees.
Today, new ground was going to be broken, figuratively. And Robert wouldn't be using a figurative shovel to do it: he'd be using an atomic bomb.
"You are aware that an Associate's position has opened in the Criminal Cases Division," he began, gesturing her to the chair opposite his huge, neatly organized desk.
"Yes, sir," she said simply. The interns at Y&Y learned early on that the best way to deal with Mister Palmer was to be short and sweet in their responses to his inquiries and directions.
"And you are aware..." he continued, closing the laptop between them that was blocking his view of her shapely breasts, "that I and I alone will be making the decision as to which of the interns fills the position."
"Yes, sir," she repeated.
"And you are aware that your chances of landing this newly opened position is low, what with your level of experience at Y&Y ... with the brevity of your time here, I mean ... two years, yes?"
She nodded.
He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "And, of course ... with that other thing..."
He saw in her reaction that she'd likely been expecting him to bring up that incident. It had still been very early in her employment at Y&Y when she publically embarrassed Melanie Kirkpatrick, then a Junior Partner but now a Senior Partner and Robert's supervisor in the CCD.
Melanie had had the power to fire the younger woman that day so long ago but hadn't. Melanie could be a calculating bitch when she wanted -- which was most of the time -- and after some careful consideration that day, she'd decided to keep the relatively new intern on for one reason and one reason only: to have another body at Y&Y to torture. And Melanie had! Anytime the mood had hit her, she'd brought hell down upon the girl.
After many of those incidents, Robert had expected the intern to walk, to simply abandon the pain that was so often inflicted upon her by the spiteful boss. But the young woman toughed it out. Robert couldn't know whether it was because she was the type who followed the adage When the going gets tough, the tough get going; or because of the well known fact that a well skilled, well performing intern at Y&Y who reached an Associate Position had a far better than chance than interns at other Firms of going very, very far in life.
Which was the reason for Robert's next comment to the young woman.
"I'm going to blunt with you. I'm going to be blunt ... and I'm going to be very forward..." For just a moment, Robert's gaze dropped conspicuously from her attractive face to her other attractive features before he looked back up and continued. "And I'm going to be very inappropriate, too ... but only because I think that the ... small sacrifice that I am going to ask of you will set you on a career path that, currently, you could never hope to achieve, either here at Y&Y or elsewhere, where you would, of course, have to start all over without a recommendation from me."
Robert knew that if this young woman ever left the Firm and applied for an Intern or Associate position elsewhere, the interviewer at the new company would come to Melanie for a recommendation. And Melanie would never let a woman who'd embarrassed her escape her reach to excel elsewhere.
And Robert knew that the intern likely knew this as well. Without doing something extreme to regain control of her life, this young woman might as well apply for an Assistant Manager's position at the local McDonald's franchise.
"As long as Melanie Kirkpatrick is a Senior Partner at Y&Y, you have no future here," Robert put it plainly. "And since you would need her reference to get a similar position with another firm ... well, you're kind of fucked aren't you?"
Robert never used profanity in the work place, so to hear him use it in this setting had to stress upon the intern just how important this moment was.
"Of course, as Supervisor of the Intern Program, I can fix that," he continued,.
He stood and moved slowly around to sit on the edge of his desk nearer her. Robert ignored the fact that the groin of his tailored slacks -- even with the tight fitting sports briefs to contain him -- was pressed noticeably outward by the raging hard-on he'd begun sporting the moment he'd seen her in the doorway.
"I need you to come to my apartment this evening at nine sharp," he said, setting a business card out before her, face down, with his address hand written in dark ink. He ogled her form once more, adding as he gestured toward her dress, "I like this. Wear it ... and those heels ... and nothing more."
He stood, hesitated -- his tent of a crotch just two feet from her face -- then turned to return to his chair, finishing, "Nine sharp. That'll be all."
Robert lifted the lid of his laptop and returned to his editing without again looking to the young beauty, who hesitated herself -- likely full of all kinds of thoughts and words she wished to speak -- before standing and exiting the office.
Once she was gone, Robert looked to the desk top near where she'd been sitting and smiled. The business card was gone.
At 9:02, the bell to Robert's Manhattan apartment rang. He opened the door, smiled to the intern -- dressed, it seemed, as he'd requested -- then turned away without a word and headed into the townhouse. He listened to her heels as she followed, first across the tile floor of the first apartment, then upon the hard wood steps of the spiral staircase as he ascended and she followed without question.
At the top of the stairs, Robert finally turned to face her. Her expression was of obvious reluctance. Straight, gay, or otherwise, he could see in her face that if she ever had had any thoughts of having sex with the Internship Supervisor, her fantasies hadn't followed such a path as this.
"Speak when you are spoken to," he whispered, lifting a finger to his lips. He turned, pushed open the double doors, and strode into the room announcing with a slight touch of humor, "Honey, I'm home."
He moved forward to stand over one side of the bed as he pointed a finger toward a chair sitting against the far wall and gestured the intern to it with a waggling finger.
In between them, naked on the king sized bed except for a blind fold and pair of stylish heels -- as well as the restraints holding her in place -- was Melanie Kirkpatrick.
"Let me go, Bobby," she pleaded softly. "This isn't fun anymore."
Robert looked down upon the Senior Partner with a devilish smirk. "Oh, but Melanie, I'm having the time of my life."
That wasn't quite true, of course. They'd had much more fun than this in the past. They'd begun fucking and sucking one another within weeks of his joining the firm as an intern eight years earlier, despite her status as wife of the District's Congressman. They'd had some incredible times together, some of which Robert had recorded and played for her later to ensure that she offered his name for partnership in a timely fashion. She had.
Robert glanced at the restraints holding her in place. A two foot long chain attached at the center of the headboard led to a choker around her neck; and a second chain half as long ran behind her back to the felt lined, leather cuffs wrapped around her wrists. The bindings were just enough to keep her in place but not enough to hurt her or cause any serious discomfort.
"You fucker," Melanie growled softly, writhing about, testing the restraints at her wrists. "You said you were going to please me like I'd never been pleased before. I've been tied up, fucker. This is nothing new."
"Oh, but Melanie," he purred, backing away to sit in a deep, plush chair. "The new is about to begin."
And with that, Robert looked to the intern, smiled politely, and made a gesture toward the naked, writhing woman as if he was one of Barker's Beauties on The Price Is Right, giving a winning contestant the go ahead to enjoy the new car they'd just won.
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