Pick up Mrs. Walker’s call and leave Mrs. Crawford to hang

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Crawford, but I’m afraid we just don’t see eye to eye on this matter,” you say. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m about to take a rather important call.” You open up the door to your dorm room, raising the gift basket, and glance back at the MILF. “So long, and thanks for all the fish.”

You barely have time to take in her shocked expression before you close the door in her face. You drop the basket, wrinkling your nose. It smells just like the shit that gave you food poisoning. It makes you nauseous. You push it aside and pick up the call.

You’re immediately greeted by the sight of the other MILF, this one a much more welcome sight. Rosalyn Walker is dressed in a navy blouse, wearing her hair up, a roguish smile on her lips. From the looks of the tiles behind her, she’s in a bathroom somewhere.

“Hey there, tiger,” she says, her voice dark and husky. “It’s good to finally see you. The photos don’t do you justice.”

“I’d say the same of you, but… those were pretty damn good photos,” you reply, posting up on your bed. “I got a pretty informative read of your… assets.”

“You like what you saw, hmm? But I’ve got a couple more tricks up my sleeve,” she smiles. “Courtroom specialties. Hidden perks the big day. After all, I know the importance of keeping the client satisfied.”

She leans into the camera, winking at you. The little move shows off her décolletage nicely, but you’re not satisfied with that glimpse. You want more.

“Hidden perks, huh,” you say. “A man would like to know more. Is there anything that you’d like to show me?”

“Oh, how delightfully bold you are,” she smiles, licking her lips. “I forget what it’s like to be young. My daughter, you know, is somewhat of a prude. She could stand to learn a thing or two from you.”

As she speaks, she begins to unbutton her blouse, starting from the top. With each button that pops loose, her sizable bust strains further against the clothing, threatening to let everything spill out. You realize with a start that she’s not wearing a bra. Does she not go to work with one on? Or did she take it off just for this occasion? It’s shocking how forward this woman seems to be with you, especially when you consider her daughter…

“Oh, Charmaine?” you laugh. “I’d say that she could stand to learn a thing or two from you.”

The mother laughs as well, undoing one last button. You can see the faint outlines of her nipples pushing against the edges of the dark fabric. Any sudden motion and the whole thing would slide off, revealing those coveted goods. You pause, waiting, but Mrs. Walker tilts her head to the side.

“Are you waiting for something?” she asks.

“You know what I want,” you say, feeling a growing frustration in your loins. “You want this job, don’t you?”

“So quick to drop the heavy weapons,” she laughs. “Oh, little tiger, you should know. The relationship between an attorney and a client must be one founded in trust. So if I’m going to give you a little something, then…”

“A tit for tat,” you say.

“Now you get it,” she smiles.

You hold your phone out, angling it downwards towards your pants. It’s clear that there’s a growing bulge there. You loosen your belt, pulling your pants down, leaving you clad in your boxers.

“Oh my oh my, it is always such a pleasant surprise to represent a well endowed client,” she says. “It ensures that we can ride our way through a vigorous encounter.”

“Something tells me you overcome stiff opposition all the time,” you smile, tugging at the hem of your boxers. “But if you’d like to see it, then you’d better show it.”

With that, Mrs. Walker yawns lazily, rolling her shoulders back. As she does, her blouse separates, the sides of the top coming apart, revealing first her delectably dark cleavage, and then those black thick, stiff black nipples. You, in turn, pull down your boxers, stroking your newly exposed cock. It’s rapidly growing to size. The sight before you certainly doesn’t hurt.

“I see what my daughter sees in you now,” she laughs.

{if Charmaine > 50} “I don’t discriminate based on age,” you say. “We’re all equal before the law, aren’t we?”

“I’d be willing to make you first among equals,” she smiles.

{else} “Oh, does she now?” you say, intrigued.

“Whoops, was I not supposed to say that?” she laughs, covering her mouth with a hand.
{endif}

Just then, you hear a door opening in the distance. Mrs. Walker glances in that direction, and quickly does up a few buttons on her blouse, and a second later, the call drops. You sit there on your bed, cock in hand, phone in your other hand, wondering what the fuck you just did.

Sorry, had to run, comes the text from her a minute later. I’ll hit you up later. Let’s make this a memorable case.

You can count on it, you text back, and then you lay back on your bed, navigating to a choose your own adventure erotica site. You need to get off after that.

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