The Step Son

Amber was glad to have finally found a lawyer that took her seriously. She'd had more than a few sleazy ones offer to get her everything she asked for, if only she'd sleep with them, or blow them, or let them have a feel...

It couldn't be helped. Now she didn't have a penny to her name, nothing but her very attractive body, good looks and expensive tits. Invariably men tended to stare at her E-cups - her late husband used to get a kick out of that. On her tall, lean frame they looked incredible, but they did make it hard for people to take her seriously. Well, for men to take her seriously.

So she was glad when this woman came out of nowhere, offering her services pro-bono.

"I've looked over your paperwork Mrs Doe and unfortunately I can confirm everything you said," explained Ms Pervert (pronounced 'Perverr' with a French flourish) "The pre-nuptial agreement is very clear and Mr Doe's will - sorry, I should say your husband's will, is quite clear.

Everything is to go to Mr James Doe, your step son. There is a request here that you and your daughter are looked after and taken care of - but legally that doesn't mean much. As long as you are fed, clothed and in some kind of shelter, that's about it."

This was why Amber had needed a lawyer. She'd known this day had been coming - her husband's poor health had been a danger when she married him, but it had also been the cause of his spontaneous decision to marry her only five years ago. He was wealthier than god, she'd been a cocktail waitress that knew how to flirt, with a young daughter at home without a father.

James, his son, hadn't exactly approved but then he hadn't really said much. They barely spoke, barely saw each other. He worked and lived in the city and seemed to prefer it there. At the age of 23 he had his own life, so their paths rarely crossed. Despite being less than 15 years older than her step son, she was intimidated by his intelligence and poise. He wasn't like his fun, generous and jovial father at all. He didn't even seem to look at her the way other men did, tripping over themselves in her wake - particularly since her husband and bought her the breast enlargement.

No, the only expression James seemed to have for her and - to a lesser extent - her 17 year old daughter Belle, was mild disdain.

Since her husband's death a few weeks ago, James had returned home. He'd taken a sabbatical from work to sort out the vast estate he'd now inherited, moving back into his old room in the suburban mansion he'd grown up in. Amber and Belle were still looked after, with the cook and maids waiting on them. But her weekly allowance was gone and, with her mourning now quickly over, Amber longed to go back to the expensive stores and boutiques where she normally spent her time.

Amber looked up at her lawyer, despairing.

"What can I do then?" she asked.

"Well Mrs Doe, what is it you want? If I knew that then I could see how to help."

Amber searched for the words, unable to put her frustrations forward succinctly without appearing to be the gold digger everyone suspected her of being.

"James - he doesn't like me. Or my daughter. He might look after us but he's going to do the absolute bare minimum, I know it!"

"Is he not looking after you now?" replied Ms Pervert, picking up pen and hovering it over pad, ready to jot down the many injustices.

Amber paused before sighing, "I mean, yes, we're looked after right now. But for how long?! And I don't have the er...the same access to funds that I once did."

"Well Amber, if I'm going to argue your case, I'd need to know what you need those funds for - over and above what's already being provided."

"Well clothes of course!"

"Clothes are actually stipulated as part of-", began Ms Pervert, cause Amber to roll her eyes.

"I know, yeah yeah. But not just clothes. Jewellery! And...the kind of clothes I want! Plus spa days, holidays, drivers - the basics!"

There was a pause before Ms Pervert replied, with a judgemental, "I see. Do you think perhaps that Mr James would not approve of some of these purchases?"

"James is an idiot if that's the case. I have very good taste, it's not like I'm spending on rubbish! I wish he'd just trust that I know what I'm doing with money!"

Time seemed to slow to a crawl, the sun-lit bathed room darkening to blackness as Ms Pervert abruptly stood up, banging her hand on the table. With eyes black she exclaimed, "DONE!"

In the next moment Amber was jolted, as though she'd been dreaming and just woken up.

"Oh wow, I must have fallen asleep!" she said, more to herself. Looking across at her lawyer, she realised she didn't really remember what Ms Pervert had been droning on about. She felt good though, like everything was alright. Mostly, she felt like she didn't need this woman's services.

"You know," she said getting up, "On second thoughts I don't think I'm gonna go with you. You bored me into a coma, I don't think that's gonna do much in court!"

She laughed to herself as she strutted out, failing to notice Ms Pervert had been smiling through out.