of his precious rugby balls. Bradley had massive hands—he could palm the ball in one hand. And, Marianna blushed, he could do amazing things to a woman. His hands could keep her safe, like the ball, before making a swift lateral pass to one of his teammates. And someday soon, he would propose, and then she could register at Bergdorf. Almost reflexively, one of her hands slipped under the desk.
But no! There was no time for her to touch the soft folds of her femininity or that pulsing nub of flesh that now ached with yearning! No, the commas in the brief still needed to be checked! Marianna re-centered herself. The tender contents of her own silk briefs would have to wait.
She worked furiously. The deadline loomed. U Penn Jason had forgotten an ungodly number of commas. But Marianna Holt, her youthful breasts straining against her blouse, was not the type of woman who would be defeated by punctuation. Only minutes remained as Marianna neared the end of the brief.
But… Shit. Shit! She hadn’t checked the footnotes, and U Penn Jason hadn’t put a single serial comma in any of the footnotes either. It was superhuman what she did next—her slender, well-formed fingers typing furiously, probing each footnote for missing commas.
Only seconds left.
But, finally, she was confident that Harvard commas were used consistently throughout the brief. A crisis, on par with a natural disaster in a developing country that lacks adequate infrastructure, had been averted. Marianna could finally exhale.
No sooner had Marianna pressed send at 11:59 a.m., her phone rang.
Marianna looked at the display and picked up. “Hey chica!”
It was Suzanne Santorini. “Hey Marianna baby! You ready for lunch? I swear, I could use a Cosmo!”
“Suzanne! You shouldn’t even joke about drinking on our job! We’re lawyers!”
“Oh Marianna, you just need to get laid more…. Come to lunch! Screech is coming too… and I’ll tell you all about what I did last night! ”
Marianna smiled. Suzanne was kind of slutty, and it was good for every hot woman to have a slutty best friend because being able to judge your friends is one of the greatest gifts of friendship.
Chapter 2 – Fine Dining
The two girls met in the office lobby, trading air kisses and squeals. Suzanne, a svelte brunette in a multi-colored pair of lizard-skin Proenza Schouler pumps and a red shift dress by Vince, looked great, as usual. Her best feature was her incredibly tight stomach. She would have worn a midriff shirt into the office every day, if she hadn’t already been told repeatedly not to. As it was, Suzanne always wore a padded bra and a funny hat to show how much of an individual she was. Today, the funny hat was a black beret, which she somehow pulled off without looking like Blossom in a red light district.
They stepped out into the chill of a Manhattan December and began their walk to the restaurant.
“So… let me tell you about last night!” Suzanne exclaimed.
“Yes, please! What sort of adventures did you have?” Marianna lived for hearing about Suzanne’s sexual exploits—they were always so scandalous!
“Well, you remember Bartender Brian from the Meatpacking District?”
“Yes…?”
“Let’s just say he’ll be packing some meat soon!”
“Oooooh! He was hot. Give me details! Details!”
“Well, he wasn’t paying any attention to me, so I flirted with his ugly friend from Brown. When Bartender Brian saw that, he grabbed me and pulled me into a cab. We made out like crazy in the taxi! We caused such a scene that the cab driver kept adjusting his mirror to see what was happening!”
“Ha! Suzanne, you’re too much!”
The young lawyers arrived at the restaurant—Adour at the St. Regis Hotel, a warm and comforting bastion of privilege in a city that had far too few of them.
Screech was waiting for them.
But no! There was no time for her to touch the soft folds of her femininity or that pulsing nub of flesh that now ached with yearning! No, the commas in the brief still needed to be checked! Marianna re-centered herself. The tender contents of her own silk briefs would have to wait.
She worked furiously. The deadline loomed. U Penn Jason had forgotten an ungodly number of commas. But Marianna Holt, her youthful breasts straining against her blouse, was not the type of woman who would be defeated by punctuation. Only minutes remained as Marianna neared the end of the brief.
But… Shit. Shit! She hadn’t checked the footnotes, and U Penn Jason hadn’t put a single serial comma in any of the footnotes either. It was superhuman what she did next—her slender, well-formed fingers typing furiously, probing each footnote for missing commas.
Only seconds left.
But, finally, she was confident that Harvard commas were used consistently throughout the brief. A crisis, on par with a natural disaster in a developing country that lacks adequate infrastructure, had been averted. Marianna could finally exhale.
No sooner had Marianna pressed send at 11:59 a.m., her phone rang.
Marianna looked at the display and picked up. “Hey chica!”
It was Suzanne Santorini. “Hey Marianna baby! You ready for lunch? I swear, I could use a Cosmo!”
“Suzanne! You shouldn’t even joke about drinking on our job! We’re lawyers!”
“Oh Marianna, you just need to get laid more…. Come to lunch! Screech is coming too… and I’ll tell you all about what I did last night! ”
Marianna smiled. Suzanne was kind of slutty, and it was good for every hot woman to have a slutty best friend because being able to judge your friends is one of the greatest gifts of friendship.
Chapter 2 – Fine Dining
The two girls met in the office lobby, trading air kisses and squeals. Suzanne, a svelte brunette in a multi-colored pair of lizard-skin Proenza Schouler pumps and a red shift dress by Vince, looked great, as usual. Her best feature was her incredibly tight stomach. She would have worn a midriff shirt into the office every day, if she hadn’t already been told repeatedly not to. As it was, Suzanne always wore a padded bra and a funny hat to show how much of an individual she was. Today, the funny hat was a black beret, which she somehow pulled off without looking like Blossom in a red light district.
They stepped out into the chill of a Manhattan December and began their walk to the restaurant.
“So… let me tell you about last night!” Suzanne exclaimed.
“Yes, please! What sort of adventures did you have?” Marianna lived for hearing about Suzanne’s sexual exploits—they were always so scandalous!
“Well, you remember Bartender Brian from the Meatpacking District?”
“Yes…?”
“Let’s just say he’ll be packing some meat soon!”
“Oooooh! He was hot. Give me details! Details!”
“Well, he wasn’t paying any attention to me, so I flirted with his ugly friend from Brown. When Bartender Brian saw that, he grabbed me and pulled me into a cab. We made out like crazy in the taxi! We caused such a scene that the cab driver kept adjusting his mirror to see what was happening!”
“Ha! Suzanne, you’re too much!”
The young lawyers arrived at the restaurant—Adour at the St. Regis Hotel, a warm and comforting bastion of privilege in a city that had far too few of them.
Screech was waiting for them.
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