Celebrating a Big Win

Carol waited until Natalie closed the door behind her before going to her filing cabinet.

“You were amazing!” Natalie shouted after the door clicked shut.

“It’s nothing to get loud about, I was simply doing my job and you’d be wise not to get caught up in ego after doing one’s job well,” Carol scolded.

“R-right.”

That being said, she really had outdone herself in the courtroom. Bitter Pill had built up a layered defense of plausible deniability, blaming the actions caused by her tinker **** on the people who took them. It’d been a long trial, but Carol had dismantled that defense brick by brick until it was clear to everyone there that the villain was in fact the one responsible. Maybe she’s gone a bit overboard in her… zealousness in the courtroom, but what was so wrong with being confident in one’s skills so long as it didn’t lead to a big head.

Carol opened the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, pushing aside Manila folders and paperwork until she found the bottle of wine she had hidden away. It’d started as something for special occasions. But her success both as a cape and as a lawyer had been so frequent that only a third of the bottle was left. Natalie had dutifully already fetched the corkscrew from her desk, handing it to her in a routine for them that’d become practically weekly now. Carol opened the bottle with a satisfying pop and grabbed a pair of glasses.

“You grabbed two glasses.”

“I did.”

Carol knew the younger woman Natalie would never ask for a glass herself. Part of Carol wanted to like that. It was nice that she understood the heirarchy of their firm. Still, she wanted Natalie to grow here and be more than the meek and frankly plain intern she was when she joined. Carol poured them both a glass and waited for far too long for Natalie to realize she was waiting on her so they can toast. Natalie grabbed the stem, nearly sloshing it all over herself. Honestly, that wouldn’t be the worse thing to happen. Not only would the red wine add some needed color to that dreadfully gray skirt suit set, but it’d give Carol an excuse to take her on a shopping trip and bond a bit more since her own daughters were ignoring her.

“To getting another dangerous criminal off the streets,” Carol said, raising her glass with ease.

“Yes, uh, to that,” Natalie responded. Carol bit down the urge to correct her on how to hold a wine glass properly. They clinked the glasses together and drank. Natalie winced and Carol couldn’t stifle a giggle.

“You really were on top of your game out there,” Natalie reiterated. Fine, if she was going to keep pushing that compliment on her then Carol wouldn’t bite her arm off about it.

“Thank you, Natalie. You also did very well collecting statements for me, you’ve earned this celebration just as much as I have.”

The smile Natalie gave from the praise nearly split her face in two. Carol really was impressed with her work ethic when it counted. If she could just put that same effort into her presentation and confidence then she’d be a real ****. Which wasn’t to say that Natalie wasn’t unpleasant to be around by any means. She had great hygiene and knew when not to talk out of turn. She was just so…drab. Her frame was too small and square to pull off the leggy skirt she was wearing and although her top was fitting, it didn’t fit in the right places. Carol worried Natalie was dressing to match her own style, as she was sporting a similar suit but had the body to bend it to her will. Longer legs, a tighter waist, and, honestly, a larger chest. Perhaps that was rude, but the truth often was.

“It was honestly kind of nerve wracking, taking to all those criminals to build the case against her.”

“Hm? Oh, yes, you get used to it.”

“That’s easier to say when you have the power to make criminals like Pill think twice about retaliation.”

Carol took another long sip of wine. It tasted better than ever, smooth and cool despite the lack of refrigeration. “It’s not a matter of power, it’s a matter of reputation.”

“I see,” Natalie said in that squeaky tone that made her seem like a chided child. Carol figured she should use this chance to teach her a valuable lesson rather than letting Natalie stew thinking she said something wrong.

“When you prove time and time again that you are good at what you do, lowlifes like Bitter Pill and her associates will realize that messing with you will end up causing them more grief in the long run.”

Natalie nodded along, then stumbled a little. “Whoah, I, uh, think I drank this a little too quickly.”

Carol shook her head, then felt woozy herself from the motion. Maybe this wine was stronger than she remembered. Which wasn’t good, they had a meeting with Pill’s lawyers to straighten out some final paperwork rather soon.

And then she belched. Loudly and undignified. Before she could apologize…

-A button on her skirt or blouse pops loose! (Bitter Pill poisoning her celebratory wine in advance with a concoction that makes her and Natalie get bustier and bustier all over until her firm will surely be called Tits & Ass)

-She blurts out that Natalie has no style! (Bitter Pill poisoning her celebratory wine in advance with a concoction that makes her and Natalie tell the truth no matter what, unable to turn down questions asked)

-She, like, totally forgets what she was gonna say! (Bitter Pill poisoning her celebratory wine in advance with a concoction that makes her and Natalie dumber as time goes on and going along with whatever other logic people use)

-She farts just as loudly! (Bitter Pill poisoning her celebratory wine in advance with a concoction that makes her and Natalie get gassy with burps and flatulence that’s both foul and addictive to smell for them)

-She gets distracted staring at Natalie’s chest! (Bitter Pill poisoning her celebratory wine in advance with a concoction that makes her and Natalie insatiably horny and wet to the point that it won’t take long until they’re trying to subtly hump the corners of the desk, or each other)