The Client (Closed)

[Beautiful_Sub]

“Like I've said a million times before now and a billion before that. I didn't do it!” Natasha growled out at the detective questioning her. She crossed her silk stocking covered legs and took another look at the detective's bare ring finger. She could see the tell tale tan lines meaning that he must have taken it off just before coming to her apartment.

“Okay Mam, noted. Now can you please run through the events of that evening again?” The officer calmly asked her again seeming unshaped by her previous little out bursts.

“It was our usual type of night I guess. A quarter to eight Max showed up to my place. We had cocktails and before we could leave to go to dinner he said that he wasn't up to it just then.” Natasha recounted obviously frustrated by the raised eyebrow her interrogator gave her when she said that Max wasn't feeling well.

It was bad enough that she was being fingered for this but to be treated like she was just some common young eye candy after Max's money took the cake. She wasn't nearly as wealthy as he was but she did okay. Natasha was a successful interior designer. That success afforded her with a nice high rise apartment and now her biggest regret, meeting Max Harrington. He was about thirty years her senior which sounds like a lot when she was only twenty four herself.

They met nearly a year ago when his wife who was only fifteen years older than her hired her to revamp their place an hour outside the city. Natasha wasn't totally innocent even though Max did most of the seduction. She'd always had a thing for married men, most likely because of the rush she got from being their secret or doing someone she shouldn't be. Working for his wife and sleeping with him right under her unsuspecting nose was addicting.

“And then what Miss. Fields?” the officer continued as he made himself more comfortable on her expensive sofa.

“What do you think happened officer?” Natasha spat out. “ He said he'd much rather have dessert first” Natasha paused adjusting the white lace garter under her skirt and then spoke. “We fucked!”

The officer cleared his throat finally showing some type of reaction due to her candor. “Many times in fact. Max was one of the better skilled lovers in my life.” Natasha checked her lipstick in her compact mirror before looking the now disheveled cop dead in the eyes. “Bet you'd have a thing or two to show me. Tell me, have you ever used those handcuffs during sex?” she asked the detective, a naughty grin on her lips as she did.

The officer cleared his throat again before going on with his interview. “And after that Miss Fields?”

“We fell asleep. When I woke up my head was ringing and my bed was empty.” Natasha spoke brushing her light brown hair out of her face and behind her ear.

“What about the blood? We know it belongs to Mr. Harrington. Did you kill him because he wasn't going to leave his wife?” The detective barked at her.

“Ha! You've got to be kidding me. Why would I want him to leave his wife? That would have definitely taken some of the excitement out of things.” Natasha purred flashing him a very a suggestive wink.

“Just answer the questions.” the officer spoke flashing her a naughty smile of his own.

“The blood was from earlier in the night. He cut his hand on a glass he had broken. I cleaned up the mess with the towel you top notch Barney fives took into evidence and threw the broken shards of glass in the trash.”. Her tone of voice as she said those words also voiced her frustration with the situation.

“Now unless you plan on using those cuffs of yours on me. I think this little chat is over.” Natasha said with a smile as she headed to her front door.

“I guess we are done here.” The officer gathered his things and prepared to leave. “Oh and Miss Fields. Don't go anywhere, anytime soon!” He said with a chuckle.

“Oh, I wouldn't dream of it hansom!”. She brushed his chin softly with her hand and then gestured at the house arrest anklet she was wearing as the officer left. Besides the little chat she'd just had, today she was meeting the third lawyer to pick up her case. The last two were good for nothing more than getting her bail and this fancy new piece of ankle jewelry. They still hadn't found any other possible suspects and barely could build a defense or wanted to if you asked her. Plus, neither were very attractive which didn't go well with Natasha's nympho like behavior. If Natasha had sat in jail the amount of trouble she could have caused would have been epic.

Natasha turned on her hot steam shower and began to undress. She couldn't wait to please her body to the thought of that detective and things she could do to him. She had barely had time to dry her hair when she heard the buzzer for her lavish apartment chime. Natasha lazily tossed on her red silk robe and made her way to the door.

“Hello?” she shouted out after looking through the peep hole and seeing her new attorney. “Not bad, not bad at all” she murmured under her breath before opening the door.

 

[FireyIce]

Jeremy Smith looked at his watch as he rode the elevator up to the apartment that his new client was in. At 26 he was glad to finally be done with law school and couldn't believe that his third case at his firm was so highly publicized. He had wondered about that when he was in the office yesterday and got the news. He knew that the new junior lawyers usually got stuck with the crap trials as a "hazing" ritual. This one was a little different and his wife wasn't too pleased to hear about it either.

At 6'2" he stood up straight as he adjusted his blue tie that he was wearing with his charcoal black suit. He took one last look at his reflection, making sure that his blonde hair looked straight enough. He had always taken pride in being on time and looking professional. As the elevator binged he stepped out with his bag and walked to the room. Again he glanced down at his watch, noting it was exactly three when he knocked on the door.

"Miss Fields?" he asked as he heard a voice from the other side. "I'm Mr. Smith, from Brooks, Holmes and Williams," he stated, "I'm suppose to be your new lawyer." He watched as the door became unlocked and saw Natasha open it. If he had been her first lawyer, he would've been in shock with how she was dressed. Seeing how he was her third, especially with the revelations of her recent activities plastered all over all forms of media, this was hardly a surprise. He figured the best way to work with her is to be very cold and precise with her.

He walked in and sat down on one of the chairs as he pulled his laptop out from his bag along with a tablet. "I'll have some water, thanks for asking," he said as he started to get situated. He watched as she walked to the kitchen and started to head back. "Before we begin feel free to put some clothes on," he told her. He looked at her sharply as she gave him her expression for being so forthcoming.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

He was definitely better looking than the previous two, his 6'2” height would make a few positions more difficult for her petite 5'2 height but she hadn't earned the nickname “Sit and Spin” for nothing. His attitude could have been better but that only meant that her previous exploits were known to him and judging by the ring on his finger he might likely be trying to stay a good little boy for her.

"Before we begin feel free to put some clothes on," Smith said to her not knowing that each word had gone in one ear and out the other.

“Or not. Here's your water!” Natasha said setting the glass down beside him. Her robe easily sliding off one shoulder as she did.

“My house. My rules.”. She said taking a seat at the opposite end of the table. Natasha cinched her rob tighter across her waist and crossed her legs. Part of her robe still hung off her shoulder nearly revealing one of her full c-cup sized breasts.

“Oh and please, feel free to make yourself comfortable.”.

“So what does the little woman think of you coming here?” She leaned forward resting her face in the palms of her hands. “All, by, yourself?” Natasha teased him, parting her legs which only made the short robe rise a little higher. “I have no doubt she's must of heard how much of a sexual deviant I am from the tabloids.”.

She reached over grabbing a pen from his brief case. “And, they don't even know the half of it.”. Natasha grinned and then playfully sucked on the pen. It was true that a lot of her and Max's dirty laundry had be aired out in the papers, probably stuff given to tabloids by various hotel staff around town. Maybe even the pool boy that walked in on them in that cabana that one time. As far as she had known his wife didn't know anything about the two. Natasha had gotten very close to the Mrs. and while she had her suspicions of her husband fooling around, she figured it to be some young pencil pushing bunny at the hedge fund he ran. That's what she had told the police at least one they shared the news that it was Natasha.

Natasha herself wasn't afraid of her sexuality. She embraced it and besides a fantastic taste in style it was one of the few things she was actually quite good at. Natasha sat there noticing the obvious stern mood that Mr. Smith was putting off and gave a sigh, "Well this should be an interesting relationship.". Her tone was noticeably a sarcastic one.

 

[FireyIce]

Jeremy maintained a solid stare while listening to Natasha. He waited until she was finished talking before responding. Jeremy figured if she can fake not hearing than so can he when it came to his wife.

"So I'm thinking you plead guilty and we'll see about getting you murder 3, maybe 2 more realistically," he told her. "This case is complex as it is with your triads, sexual exploits and switching lawyers. Frankly, my boss told me that it's ok to lose this case because it's so stacked against you. So what do you say?" he asked her as he took a drink of water.

He started typing out his notes while he was giving her his firm's gracious stance which had to be given. He figured that Natasha would decline it due to all the publicity that she had going on for her right now. He watched as she took his pin and started sucking it. "The only relationship we have is me trying to save you from getting the death penalty," he said with a sense of sternness. "Outside of that," he added, "you don't need to expect too much excitement. So are you going to plead guilty and try to cut a deal or not?"

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

Natasha frowned and tossed his pen back to him. “Oh you're no fun at all.”. She stood and walked right past him heading toward her bedroom. “Like I told the last two before you. Mr. Smith is it?”, she said turning to look back at him before dropping her robe showing off her perfectly nude figure with little to no effort.

“My plea is not guilty. They still haven't found the body anyway. For all we know he could be taking a much needed hiatus from Mrs. Harrington.”. Natasha poked her tongue out him and continued into her bedroom to change into something less comfortable. Throwing on floral but not loud colored dress she returned to the living area. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her pink colored lips played perfectly with her choice of nail color. The outline of her nipples was very visible due to the fact that she hadn't any underwear on.

“So have you suit and ties hired any private eyes to dig up some stuff? It has to be someone out there that wasn't actually to fond of this guy.”. Natasha stated pouring herself a glass carbonated and lime flavored water from the fridge.

There was still somethings that hadn't been made publicized yet. Like, the fact that Mr. Harrington was under investigation himself for some shady business dealings or the fact the he and his wife weren't so perfect. All of that was taken off the table when he went missing and the police found that damn towel in her laundry. It also didn't help that his wife was making rounds of all the biggest news shows painting him as a saint. Her poor wife routine was painting Natasha out to be a black widow of sorts.


Coming back to the table she decided to take the seat opposite to him instead of her previous one so at the other end of the table. “I see why they picked you.”, she said picking up his blue tie and examining it before giving it a kiss which left a print of her full pink lips on it. “You're gonna be a tough nut to crack.” she giggled letting go of his tie.

 

[FireyIce]

Jeremy watched as she tossed the pen back. He continued his best not to look phased by it. He thanked God that it wasn't an expensive pen. He watched as she made her way to the bedroom and started to undress before coming back out with her dress on. "Thank you for looking somewhat more proper," he said as he watched her come back to the table. "Not guilty, huh?" he said with a slight sigh. He continued typing down notes as she sat down next to him.

He thought carefully about how to answer her question about the private eye. "There have been a lot of people making a lot of claims," he said. "We're working with the police and other individuals to review the evidence and statements that were made." He watched as Natasha lifted up his tie and kissed it. "Were you fond of him?" he asked her. "Aside from the sex, did you like him?"

As he waited for her answer he pulled up a list of questions. "I know the police have probably played beat the dead horse with all the questions they could think of, so I have some other ones for you." He started scrolling down until he got to some of the ones he was looking for. "Do you know of anyone that may have had a grudge against him? And how do you know they haven't found his body? If he is alive," he started asking, "have you had contact with him?" Jeremy waited for those answers before proceeding with the ones he came up with to ask her.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

Natasha listened to him drone on with his questions and checked her nail polish for chips.
"Were you fond of him?" he asked her. "Aside from the sex, did you like him?"

“There really wasn't much time aside the sex. I guess he was okay or whatever.”. She answered taking a sip of her water. Natasha made sure to keep eye contact with him. Maybe her whole sex pot method wasn't working and she needed to try something new. She wasn't sure how well she could pull if off but she'd try.”

"Do you know of anyone that may have had a grudge against him? And how do you know they haven't found his body? If he is alive," he started asking, "have you had contact with him?"

Natasha looked off into the distance when he asked her about having contact with Max. “I know they haven't found the body because that's one of the first things the police ask me and as far as I know,which is very little outside of what we had is that he had a lot of friends.” .

Natasha then got up and started to pace a little feeling the pressure his questions put on her. “I haven't had any contact with him. The last time I saw him was that night. Two days later police are breaking down my door because apparently I was the last one to see him.”. She paced to her open back sofa and plopped down. Hopefully he wouldn't recognize the obvious lie her last answer was. In fact she had a voice mail message on her cell the morning after their last little tryst.

It was nothing special, just a message letting her know that he'd left her place early and was planning on meeting up with her for lunch. Most people would have told about the memo. Natasha saw it as incriminating. It still puts her as the last person to see him. Natasha quickly changed the subject to something else asking Jeremy if he needed his water refreshed.

“Honestly Smith, do I look like a murderer?” She asked him her eyes the most sincere that they've ever been with a man. For a moment she wanted to tear up but she held it in heading into the kitchen to open a bottle of wine and poured herself a tall glass. She took a sip of her glass and walked over to her huge panorama window overlooking the city streets below. Natasha then took down the rest of the glass at once and sat it down on the table. “Tell me Mr. Smith. Can you get me off for this?”. Natasha asked still facing the window and running her fingers along the glass. Her mind wondered if her new lawyer actually would give a damn or just look for the quickest way out like the last ones.

 

[FireyIce]

Jeremy stopped taking notes and Natasha's answers for his questions as she inquired about him being able to get her cleared of her charges. "Miss Fields," he stated, "one of the first things I was taught was not to make promises. Lawyers make deals instead. But or deal," he told her as he looked at her, "can only be worth something if we're honest to each other." He took a sip of water while looking for some other questions to ask.

"As far as murder," he started to say, "no one can paint what a murderer looks like. All you see are pictures and speeches of Hitler and he killed millions, though he didn't do it directly. What does a murderer look like to you?" he asked with a hint of curiosity. "Sometimes the most innocent looking are the most guilty and vice versa," he pointed out.

"The more you're honest with me, leads to the more helpful I can be. That leads to us having possible new evidence and a stronger possibility of me helping you get out of this mess." He thought for a moment before speaking again. "If you help cooperate more with me you could write your own book, direct your own movie based on this now being the hottest trial in a while. So what do you say? Care to help me help you?" he asked as he pointed back to her seat.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

Natasha may have seemed like the type of woman that craved notoriety but that wasn't her. She didn't want a book or made for tv movie deal. She just wanted her life to go back to the way it was. Now that the spotlight had been turned on her letting all the world get a good view at the skeleton's she hid in her closet, her career had been wrecked. No one wanted to hire her as decorator if she was going to go after their husband or even worse might murder them!

She looked over to her seat as he motioned to it and gave him a gesture signaling that she needed a moment. Natasha went to the coffee table and reached into her purse pulling out her cell. There was obviously a curious look on his face and she said " Just wait for it.".

Natasha then set her phone on speaker and let the voicemail message Max had left her play. After a few moments and hearing the date and time of the message play she finally sat down. "That was the last time I'd ever heard from him. He never showed for our lunch date." She ran her hand over her forehead pushing away her bangs and then continued. "It wasn't to surprising to me. He was a busy man and has done things like that before. Usually when his wife had something or other she wanted him present at.".

The police had drilled his wife just like they had her, only Mrs. Harrington had an alibi. She was an hour and half away from the city, supposedly at a garden party. She had two witnesses place her there which were no doubt either paid or her socialite cronies. Natasha spent a whole year with that woman and never once had she even mentioned any type of garden other than having Fernan her gardener do all the work while she just supervised. She wasn't the type. If she's said that she had been at the spa that would have been more believable!

Natasha looked down at her ankle bracelet/prison guard. "I hate this stupid thing! I told the judge that I wasn't a flight risk. But hey, it was a female judge and women usually aren't my biggest fans.". She looked back at him and then his ring and without even noticing it gave her bottom a tug with her teeth. When she found her eyes roaming lower, to his crotch, Natasha quickly stood again. She couldn't mess this up and scare this guy off. He seemed like he really wanted to help her so she would try her best to respect him at least for now.

Natasha sat on the end of the table and looked over his notes. When she felt a small swish of air pass under dress she reminded of lack of panties and quickly closed her legs so that he couldn't see "So Smith, do you have a first name or... is that off limits too?", she asked brushing an out of place hair on his head back in place. "You seem like you like things a certain way, or am I not allowed to touch the hair?". She giggled trying to get him to loosen up some.

 

[FireyIce]

Jeremy was curious as to what she was doing with her cell phone. He watched as she brought it over to the table, turned the speaker on and played the last voicemail from him. "So, have the police heard this voicemail?" Jeremy asked as he looked through the timeline of events his firm had been given. "I'm not seeing it on here. I'm seeing you last heard from him a day later, is that correct?" he asked.

Jeremy looked up suddenly as she stood up. "This doesn't sound like it's good, for what it's worth," he told her. "In fact it doesn't help your alibi," he stated with some concern. "So why didn't you call him back after he didn't show? Is there a reason he would refuse to show up?" Jeremy continued to look though his notes and added the voicemail to where it would be in the timeline. "I can see if there's a chance one of my friends in the military can get a location of where the call was made from. If it was so far away that might help us a bit."

Jeremy looked as he saw Natasha mention her anklet. He could understand her frustration with it. "When you can't get along with others, even in solitary, that's the price you pay. I heard there were constant fights and that made it to where you were a liability," he stated. "I can also understand why given your past exploits from being on house arrest. From what I heard you tried to seduce your last two lawyers and you slept with three jurors, two males and one female. Is that correct?" he asked with some curiosity as she played with his hair. "You can touch the hair to fix the hair," he mentioned to her, "but you can't get my first name without me getting more information from you. That's how this deal works." He looked into her eyes as he spoke to her, making sure it was clear he wasn't interested in her body.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

Natasha rolled her eyes at him when he laid the ground rules down for how for their deal works. Then she smirked and hopped down from the edge of the table. “Okay. I don't see why my sex life matters so much.”, she said leaning over to look him in the eye this time. Her full breasts a little more at his eye level than her actual eyes. “ First off, one of the male jurors happened to be an ex of mine and the sex we had was prior to him joining the jury. So chalk that up to coincidence. The second I'll admit may have been pure judgment on my part but I don't claim to be perfect.”, she smiled “ Not at everything anyway.”. Her last sentence was soaked with innuendo where the next one sounded like she was speaking of something normal like the weather.

“The female, well that was just fooling around to experience something new. We never actually had sex. I'd rather have the real thing anyway.”. Natasha flopped down on her backless sofa and peered over at him. “Nothing beats the feeling of a nice, hard....Mmmm” she lifted her dress and nearly teased herself as she imagined all kinds of dirty thoughts. “I love the way a man feels inside me.”.

She touched herself for a few more seconds before going back to some form of professionalism by making herself presentable on the couch. “As far as letting the police hear the message, I didn't think it would matter. Like you said it doesn't help my alibi any.”. She sat up some resting her head on the arm of the couch. “Is there anything else or have I answered enough questions to get my prize?” she asked wanting to know his name now.

 

[FireyIce]

"The fact that you had contact with three jurors is more of the main issue. That you screwed one and made out with the other doesn't help either," he told her. He watched as she tried to push her breasts in front of his eyes. Then he watched as she made her way over to the couch and lifted up her dress, exposing her bare pussy for a few seconds.

"While I personally have no problem with people expressing their sexuality," he started to speak, "it does make a difference to others when that's one of the main stories in your trial. You can screw whoever you would like. It just makes it harder for me to do my job when reporters find out about you sleeping with jurors and trying to seduce lawyers." He took another drink of his water before reviewing some of his notes.

"The good thing about the message is that it shows he wasn't murdered or even in this apartment early in the morning. It's possible this may help a little bit. But like I asked before, is there any reason why he would not show up to your lunch date? Did he have a habit of canceling at the last minute?" He thought for a moment before asking another question. "How well did you know his wife?" he pondered as he looked at her.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

Natasha frowned when he chose to ignore her question about earning the right to know his name and sighed. “He did have a habit of not showing up to lunch dates. Usually he said it was something to do with work. Mostly meetings and such Max would say.”. Mr. Smith's words about sexuality stuck in Natasha's head though as she continued to answer his questions.

“I got to know Carrie pretty well I guess. For some odd reason she liked keeping me around almost more than her husband had.” Natasha rose to standing contemplating just how far her new attorney would let her go before he'd had enough. So far his will to resist her was near perfect as was his ability to remain unshaken by her sexual behavior.

Natasha stood for a moment admiring him and caressing her lips with her index finger as he buried himself in his notes. She wanted to test just how strong his will could be and that could end in either two ways. Constant sexual satisfaction was the way she'd prefer it to end rather than having to shop for a new lawyer.

Her next move would be a bold one. Walking over to the table Natasha pretended to look over his notes on the case for a few moments and then she pushed them out of the way. She smiled at the somewhat surprised look he gave before sitting his lap and sliding each one of her legs on either side of him. It was very bold indeed but it was her test. It was a test that his previous predecessors didn't qualify for seeing as they weren't her type. Her throwing herself at everyone but them infuriated them enough to quit and instead of fessing up to that fact they played it as if she was constantly after them.

Natasha made herself more comfortable in his lap by readjusting her ass a bit. Then she gripped his tie tightly and pulled it, pulling him even closer to her. She could smell the not so overwhelming cologne he wore. For a few seconds she enjoyed the scent before gripping his tie tighter and gently tugging it so that she could whisper in his ear. “Can I have you?”. Before he could answer she pressed her finger against his lips interrupting him. “You did say that I could screw who ever I'd like to. What if I want to screw you?”.

She eased back resting her elbows on the table behind her. “The Jurors we're just to relieve some tension. I never gave those two fuddy duddy lawyers before you the time of day. They weren't my style.”. Natasha stared deep into his eyes, barely even shedding a blink as she ground herself into the fabric crotch of his pants, enjoying the thoughts that her imagination created about what's beneath it.

“You Mr. Smith, are my style.”. Natasha purred planting a pink tinted kiss on his collar sealing her words. He could say no and that would be a setback. In which case Natasha would still get some pleasure from knowing the conversation she would have started between him and his wife when he got home would be an interesting one. Her fragrant but light scent was now all over him. Her lip color was on his shirt and on his tie from her earlier move. Unless he packed a change of clothes on him the aftermath of this first meeting should be exciting.

 

[FireyIce]

Jeremy started to make some notes as Natasha told him about the fact that he was hit and miss for their meetings. "So why haven't you brought this up before?" he asked as he looked over her. "I'm sure if you were on the stand and you admitted to screwing him that wouldn't be too pleasing. But if everyone found out that it wasn't on such a constant basis than what his wife would let others to believe that would help a lot."

He watched as she stood up and walked around some. He was starting to work on his notes waiting for her reply before he noticed that she had brushed them off to the side. He looking in some shock before realizing that she was straddling his lap, pulling on his tie. He heard about her mentioning to what he said about her being able to screw anyone she wants. "Well, Miss Fields," he said in a still stern voice, "not only would I not be fond of it I don't think my wife would either. He tried to hide his cock from getting an erection. There was no doubt that she was very sexually active and wild. And with her gorgeous good looks that was a deadly combination.

"I'm glad you think I'm your type," he said. "But I'm a happily married man. I'm not going to cheat on my wife so you can get off," Jeremy said bluntly. He watched as she leaned up and kissed his collar. He remained calm even after she referenced her kissing his tie earlier. Even with no perfume on, she smelled very good. There would obviously be a lot of rumors about him if this kind of information got out to the public.

He picked her up with ease and sat her down in the chair next to him. "Now, when did Carrie find out about you and her husband?" he asked as he started to get his notes back in order. "Do you know how she reacted when she found out? If we can paint her as not as much of a saint as she's led people to believe, that will help also." He looked at her, able to tell she was a bit disappointed that her advances didn't work so well on him as he waited for a response.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

She sat her in her chair, her arms folded as she scowled at him. “I wouldn't be the only one getting off Smith. You proved that adjusting yourself while I sat in your lap. Trying not to get an erection were we?” she said not believing his statement about not cheating on his wife. Natasha wasn't trying drive a wedge between the two. She wasn't selfish that way. His wife could keep his heart and soul for that matter. Natasha just wanted to delight herself with his body. She might have even been able to teach him a few new things to take home to the little woman. Her mind as well as her eyes wandered for a bit examining his body for clues of what it might look like without clothes.

“I don't think Carrie knew about us for sometime at least not until police got involved after she reported her husband missing. Everyone seemed to say that she was pissed because she really liked me or something.”. Natasha scoffed and continued. “But, even though a good chunk of my rep has been destroyed by this I still have a few good friends who sometime intersect in her social circles.”. She waited for his reaction and then finished her statement.

“Gossip says that she couldn't care less that her husband and I had been made public. My friend Daniel says and before you give me your look of disapproval he's gay. He says that she more than celebrated when he ran into her at charity event. She wasn't acting like a woman who'd just lost her husband.”.

Natasha kept her eyes on him as wrote things down in his notes. It wasn't long before she began daydreaming and not paying much attention to anything else. She rested her arm on table and her face in the palm of her hand as she imagined taking one of her fancy silk scarfs and tying him to that chair. She would undress him slowly and maybe even against his will. She wanted to sit in his lap with only his cock separating the two of them. Natasha would playfully dare him not to get hard as she stroked it between her soft hands. This thought and the mystery of what Smith may have been hiding between his legs made her hot.

She only snapped back to reality when she heard him shuffling some papers around. Her body was still vamped and wanted some kind of release which obviously wouldn't be coming from him at the moment. Natasha stood and speaking nonchalantly excused herself to her bedroom not really caring what he thought.

 

[FireyIce]

Jeremy watched as Natasha pouted while being put back down in her own chair. He was interested, however, to hear that her friend had been hanging around the deceased's widow, hearing what he had been. "So why hasn't this friend of yours, Daniel, talked to the police about her activities? I think we could use him as a witness, make you look a bit less guilty, Miss Fields," he told her as he continued to write down the notes.

Jeremy took a look at his watch, noting how late it was getting. He was projected to be there later, but no one would really know if he stopped the initial interview early, nor blame him. "So, Miss Fields," he said, "I think we made some good progress today. I think that I may be able to help you and put some pressure on his wife. Perhaps there is some hope for you after all." He looked over her as she was daydreaming. "Can you think of anything constructive to add before I head out for the day?" Jeremy asked as he watched her get up.

"Miss Fields," he said after all of his stuff was gathered and he was heading towards the door. "Can you please be a dear and get the door for me?" he asked, seeing the frustration in her eyes as she barely entered her bedroom. He waited for her to open the door and gave her a nod as he started to leave. "Oh," he said remembering something, "before I forget," he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a digital voice recorder, "have a good night," he said before he turned off the recording. He continued to proceed down the hall until he got to the elevator than to his car.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

Natasha had only set one foot inside of her bedroom before she heard that uptight lawyer of hers calling for her. It wasn't the type of call she had wanted to hear and for a second she contemplated not coming to his call. She held her door open for him as he stepped through and mumbled a few more things regarding her case which she didn't really listen too. As he reached for the recorder in his back pocket though, her eyes followed his hand to his rear. "Oh gosh" she sighed under her breath waiting for him to finally leave so that she could get her night going.

Natasha watched as he headed to the elevator and then slammed her door shut. Her thoughts were on that recorder he had in his pocket. It was probably routine but she couldn't help but wonder if that was why he played the good little boy scout and refused all of her advances. She walked into her room and shed the dress she had been wearing which had now become more confining than comfortable.

She stood for a moment looking through all of the contacts in her phone trying decide whether or not to call someone up to ease the tension between her legs or whether or not satisfy her own needs solo. Natasha sighed frustrated, knowing that she couldn't have who she had wanted and then she caught sight of the detective's card from earlier. It had his personal contact number on it so without even thinking twice she gave his number a call.

It rang twice before he picked up. "Hello? Miss Fields?" the male voice on the other line spoke. Natasha quickly snatched the phone from her ear feeling the rush of excitement grow beneath her soft skin as she prepared to asked him if he wouldn't mind coming over. "Never mind detective," she said hanging up the phone. He wasn't going to work for her, a fact she wish she would have figured before she even dialed his cell.

Instead she went into the top drawer of her dresser defeated. She grabbed the latest dvd she'd ordered and her pink little vibrator. Natasha popped the compilation dvd in and pressed play. Laying on her bed she started licking the finger long bullet shaped toy and dragging it between the full lips of her pussy. Her other hand was busy fast forwarding to her current favorite scene of the movie. It was a scene of a girl being taken from behind, bent over with one leg raised as the guy plowed into her. Natasha gave her vibrator one last suck and then slid the tool inside her.

 

[FireyIce]

Jeremy put all of his stuff in his car. He took off his coat and tie, setting it on the passengers seat. Once he had everything organized he took out a sweater and put it on followed by a normal baseball cap. He headed over to the elevator again, making sure to lock his car and re-selected the floor that Natasha was on. He waited patiently as the elevator made its way up. Once he heard the bing sound and the doors open he walked down casually back to her door, knocking on it.

He was hoping that she would know who he was. Most of why he got changed had to do with not being seen after finishing his work more so than anything else. He waited patiently until he heard her voice and footsteps coming towards the door. He knocked again, knowing that she would probably be a little frustrated since he figured she would be trying to enjoy herself. He was a bit surprised, thinking about the meeting, how sexually charged she was.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

She nearly "there" when her doorbell rang. Her moans were stifled by a pillow she had buried her face in when her thighs began to tremble. Then there was a knock that followed the doorbell causing Natasha to raise her head up and pause the movie. She dropped her toy and went to grab her robe before announcing that she'd heard the knock. "Who could this be? And why couldn't they have waited five more minutes" Natasha growled making her way to the door. It was too fast for the detective to be at her door so it couldn't be him. Plus, she doubted he'd even show.

Standing on her tippy toes she peered through her peephole only seeing the topside of a baseball cap. She dropped down and ran through her memory trying to figure out who this could be and then looked through the peephole again. This time she noticed who it was at her door and chuckled. "I can't believe this".

"Come back to tell me no again?". Natasha asked opening the door to find Smith standing there. She let her robe hang open revealing her naked form to him and rested her arm in the doorway. There was a smug smile on her face as she stepped aside to let him in.

 

[FireyIce]

Jeremy walked in and leaned down to kiss her on her sweet pink lips. He pulled her close as he closed and locked the door. His hands roaming down her soft skin to her firm butt. He pulled her even closer, letting her get teased by his erection that was now forming. After a moment he broke their kiss and walked over to the living room.

"Hmmm," Jeremy thought for a moment while he took off his hand and sweater than unbuttoned his shirt. He set them down on the chair as he looked at her young body. "No discussing this part of our relationship with anyone," he started to say, "that means no Facebook, no twitter, no instagram, no texts, no anonymous calls to the papers or other media. Do you want me to say no a few more times? Will that turn you on?" he asked as he revealed his fit body to her while starting to work on undoing his pants.

"This is how our relationship is going to work, Natasha," he said somewhat in a firm tone voice. "My firm is putting me up in a hotel here for four days a week. When the trial starts it will be five. Unlike you," he said as he pointed to her anklet, "I can actually go places. I have my phone set to show up on gps back in my hotel room in about 10 minutes due to a dummy phone I have there. So anyone asking I can show my phone records and locations and it will show I left here."

At this point he was only in his boxers as he looked over her naked body. "As you can tell," he said with a grin, "I've gone great lengths to cover my tracks. As far as us, I'm going to use you to get my workout in when we get done with our sessions. So I'll be fucking you four to five times a week, which you probably won't mind," he said as he walked back over to her and kissed her neck. "You just need to deal with me acting like a dick like I did earlier and you'll get your treat after. Got it?" he asked as he ran the tips of his fingers across her cheek.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

After her first taste of his lips Natasha shook her head in disbelieve. She followed him slowly into the living room and watched him undress. Before she could ask any questions he started going over the rules of their 'relationship'. It seemed that they were on the same page as far as gossiping was concerned. More rumours about her private life was the last thing she needed or wanted. Natasha looked at his hat and sweater noticing the length he went to so that he wouldn't be noticed returning there and was grateful.

It was strange to know that he went to such detail covering his tracks though and she couldn't see why. His obvious ominous behavior made her worried about what she was getting herself into. This underlying danger made the situation all the more exciting which was even worse. Natasha could see herself becoming addicted to this like a drug.

His relaxed way of telling her how many times to expect being fucked by him made her smile but when his lips brushed across the delicate skin of her neck she forgot any objection if any she may have had to this. Natasha agreed to do her best to 'behave' during their professional meetings reluctantly. Usually she was the one in charge, so this was very different. "I still don't even know your first name" she moaned feeling his hands make themselves comfortable on her body. Then she returned the kiss vigorously.

Her hands slipped into the waistband of his boxers sliding over his hips until she found what she was looking for. Natasha gripped his masculine but with both hands as her mouth had it's way with his. She wanted to pull his his boxers the rest of way down feeling the way his cock was growing between them. Instead she broke the kiss letting him get some air if he needed and then took good look at him. "Can I have my treat now?" she asked tracing her lips the tip of her index finger.

 

[FireyIce]

"Don't worry, Natasha," he said, "you'll get to know my name soon enough. For the time being Smith or Mr. Smith will work just fine." He continued to kiss her deeply on the lips as she finished tracing them with her finger. After breaking the other kiss he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down, making her get on her knees. He looked down at her, feeling her soft skin on her shoulders. He could continue to feel his cock start to get harder.

"You can have your treat now, my pet," he said as he moved his hands to her wrists. He guided them up to his boxers, letting her pull them down, freeing his cock. He watched the expression on her face as it sprang to life in front of her. "Be a good girl and enjoy your treat," he told her in a semi-degrading way. He knew that he was enjoying this and he hoped that she was as well. Jeremy moved his hands to the back of Natasha's soft hair and started to wrap his fingers in it, guiding her mouth to his hard member as she started to suck on his cock.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

She opened her mouth and took him in. Natasha could tell that he was having fun. Maybe because he must not get this at home. Oh yes, she would be his pet for now if that's what it took to get what she wanted. She rested her palms on her knees as they slid farther apart. Natasha gave in to his hand and started to form a rhythm with it. Now wasn't the time to use her own hands on him that would be for later. Instead she let her lips do the teasing. Natasha pouted feeling him slide in and out between them. Her tongue flicked at his tip begging him to get as hard as he could.

When Natasha felt him grow she started to work her throat with his cock, taking him as far down as she could. She barely gagged when he tickled the back of her throat and even gripped his hand and forced him to hold her head there until she couldn't take it anymore. Felatio was one of her favorite things to do to a guy after all. Natasha couldn't get enough of the sounds she could get a man to make when she was doing something right with her tongue.

 

[FireyIce]

Jeremy moaned as he felt Natasha's mouth start to take in his hard cock. He felt it get harder the more that she continued to suck on it. As he looked down, he saw her part her legs as she got herself comfortable. He continued to tighten his grip on her hair as there became a natural rhythm between the two of them. He knew he shouldn't have been surprised but he was when he looked down and noticed that most of his cock had been taken and there wasn't any signs of gagging from Natasha. "God, you must love sucking cock," he told her as he watched her head bob up and down as she continued to suck on her "treat". He saw her eyes look up at him as he talked to her while she was pleasing him.

Jeremy pulled back on her hair, making her break the contact she had with his extremely hard cock. He moved his hands down her body after letting go of her silky hair. He helped her up, admiring her naked body so close to his. He guided her over to the couch and laid her down on it. "So what do you like during sex?" he asked inquisitively. "Do you like being called dirty names? Being punished? What turns you on the most?" he asked as he moved his hand from up her leg, to her thigh. He made sure to take his time going slowly, touching her smooth, soft skin lightly as it started to find it's way up to her soaking wet pussy. He used his middle finger as he started to penetrate her, hearing her moan from the delight he was giving her. "Be a good little pet and let me know," he said with a hint of seduction, "if you do then I'll replace my finger with my dick in your very wet cunt." He twisted his finger in her deeper, waiting for her answer so he could find out how to make sure he pleased her the most.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

Natasha moaned enjoying the way his finger fit inside her. She slowly rotated her hips causing her cunt to circle around his finger. "What turns me on the most huh?" she asked watching him play between her legs. She never really thought about what turns her own. That was a downside to living in the moment. She licked her finger and lazily began to draw circles around her nipples.

"I like dirty names. If you mean calling me your little cum loving slut by dirty names?". She smiled and leaned forward to blow softly on her hardened little nubs. "I haven't really tried being punished yet but would love for someone teach me a little lesson.". Natasha answered now slowly grinding herself against his hand. "What turns me on the most I guess...I guess it would have to be fucking a man who know's what he wants from my body and having him take it. Having him enjoy the feeling of me cumming for him."

Natasha could feel herself slowly building up to an orgasm and rested her head back against the couch trying to ward it off. She wanted to save it for him so that he could feel just exactly what he did to her body. Natasha clamped her thighs shut as her back began to arch a little. "If you keep that up Smith you'll be feeling it very, very soon!" She groaned trying to adjust her hips so that it didn't feel quite as good.