Amelia Smith, Mr Jenkins' Client - Mansplaining

I knock on the door of Mr Jenkins office and wait. I can see a human figure moving behind the frosted glass window but he doesn't open for me yet. He must be busy so I wait patiently until finally, after five minutes, he opens up the door and invites me into his office.

The man looks strangely giddy; almost like an excited child who's about to open his presents on Christmas day. His eyes are sparkling and his fat cheeks look rosy red. I can't stop but think that if I didn't know the guy better, I would almost find his sudden cheerful appearance charming. But I know him too well. He's been working on my case for over a year now and I've come to realize how much of a pervert he really is. I've seen him leer at my body without even trying to hide it. I've heard him make lewd comments about my breasts or ass like it was nothing. I've felt his ugly hands brush against mine under various circumstances as he tried his best to make it look innocent and failed miserably every time. But the little bastard is the best lawyer in town so I'm stuck with him. I'll forget all about this when I get my settlement money. Or at least that's what I think to make his presence more bearable.

He gestures towards the leather couch which I take immediately.

"Have a seat, Miss Smith," he says cheerfully.

The way he calls me 'Miss' makes me want to puke. Out of his mouth the word sounds dirty and disgusting.

I sit down opposite him and cross my legs. The motion causes my skirt to ride up slightly, exposing more of my bare leg than I'd prefer. I quickly try to adjust myself while keeping eye contact with Mr Jenkins. The guy doesn't miss a beat. He smiles at me, leans back in his chair and his eyes move slowly across my exposed thighs before returning to my face. It feels like he's looking right through me.

"Nice to see you again, Mr Jenkins," I say coolly. "I was told you've got some good news for me."

His smile widens and he nods enthusiastically.

"Yes! Yes, indeed!" he exclaims happily. "You're going to love this!"

He takes out a small device from a drawer below his desk and places it on his palm with a triumphant expression.

I stare at it for a moment but, failing to see what it has to do with my case, ask, "What is that?"

"It's a gift from a friend at the Pentagon," he replies proudly. "A very special gift. It has changed my life completely."

I raise an eyebrow skeptically. "Mr Jenkins. I'm failing to see why this has anything to do with my case."

"Oh, don't worry about your case," he says soothingly. "This thing will take care of it nicely."

"How so? What does it do exactly?" I ask suspiciously.

The man giggles and claps his hands together. "It wouldn't be any fun if I told you everything, now would it? But it's safe to say that you won't need my services anymore once you find out what this baby can do."

I open my mouth to speak but the sound of the office door opening distracts me. A stunning woman in an incredibly tight outfit enters with a bunch of files under her arm. Her face is covered with makeup and she looks like an expensive hooker. She walks past us and heads straight for Mr Jenkins' desk with a seductive sway to her hips. As she does, she makes eye contact with the man and gives him a sultry smile followed by a wink. She quickly drops the documents on the desk and then turns to leave. Before doing so, however, she drops a pencil and bends forward to pick it up. It looks like a scene from a porn movie. Her ass cheeks bulge out of her tiny shorts and her long black hair falls over her shoulders. Mr Jenkins watches the whole show in silence with a satisfied grin.

As soon as the girl leaves, Mr Jenkins sighs loudly. "You remember Anna? My secretary?"

Anna? There is no way this creature, looking like she came from some cheap adult magazine, could possibly be Anna. But now that I think about it there was something familiar about her face.

"Wait are you seriously telling me...?" I gasp. "That was Anna?!"

"Of course it was," he laughs heartily. "She finally embraced her true self. I knew she would sooner or later. I mean, look at her. She's gorgeous isn't she?"

I shake my head, unable to believe what I am hearing. This is just too unreal. How could someone like Anna end up looking like such a slut? I spent hours discussing legal matters with that woman. I sat next to her during meetings and had lunch with her on several occasions. She was nothing but professional and proper.

"You are known for your inability to keep your hands away from your tits." Mr Jenkins suddenly blurts out as he moves his little device against his mouth. "You can't stop playing with them and you know it."

"Excuse me?!" I exclaim angrily as my hands instinctively reach up and push against my large breasts. "You know damn well I can't stop myself! Everyone does! How can you be making fun of my... erm... disability?!"

I feel my cheeks flush with anger as I fondle myself in front of the bastard. He seems amused by this.

"No, you aren't disabled," he says calmly into his little gadget. "Your problem is that you enjoy having your boobs played with and you are powerless to resist."

"Obviously!" I snap, crushing my boobs against each other. "I wouldn't be playing with them constantly otherwise!"

"And that's not all," he continues. "You also have a thing for men staring at you. You like being looked at. And you especially like it when they look at your chest."

"So what?" I retort indignantly, blushing a little as I notice his eyes fixed on my juggling titties. "Why should I care if people stare at me? They can look at my tits if they want to. Who cares?"

"Oh I certainly don't!" He chuckles as he moves his device away from him. "I'm perfectly fine with it."

I groan in frustration. What the hell is this guy playing at?!

"Then why are we even discussing the obvious?" I growl. "Why bother wasting my time talking about what I already know? How is this even relevant to my case?"

He remains silent for a moment as I slide my hands below my bra and rub my nipples.

"I'm sorry." He finally speaks. "I didn't mean to upset you. Please forgive me for bringing it up. Let's talk about your case."

"Fine," I grumble. "What's the breakthrough you promised me?"

Mr Jenkins looks at me thoughtfully as I shake my boobs. I squirm uncomfortably beneath his gaze. He seems to be enjoying himself immensely.

"I've got an appointment with the CEO of Realcorp tomorrow morning," he tells me. "I'm sure I'll manage to convince him to settle and pay you the full amount."

My eyes widen in surprise. "Really? How would you manage to convince him to do that?"

The man shakes his little device. "Simple. With this."

I frown. What is he talking about? Obviously he seems convinced that this plastic thing is precious. Is he hoping to trade it for a settlement?

"You'd do anything for money, wouldn't you?" He asks, bringing it back in front of his mouth.

"Who wouldn't?" I reply sarcastically, shaking my boobs in annoyance. "Money is important. We all need it."

"Of course it is!" He agrees cheerfully. "But you're on another level. You would do anything for any amount of money if asked to."

"Money is money," I shrug dismissively. "You don't get rich if you get picky about how you earn it."

"Exactly!" The man beams with pride. "And you'd really do anything I ask for any amount of money, even things you hate doing. Things that disgust you."

I roll my eyes. What's up with him today? Of course I'd do anything for money! It doesn't matter if it's a degrading job or a nasty task. If it pays, I'm willing to do it. I wouldn't be going through legal hell to get a decent settlement if I wasn't.

"Isn't it obvious?" I scoff. "I want my money and I'm prepared to do whatever it takes to get it."

"What if I gave you one dollar to strip naked?" Mr Jenkins asks, still grinning like an idiot.

"Are you serious?" I laugh incredulously. "As I said, money is money."

The man fishes his wallet out of his pocket and pulls out a single bill. He holds the paper between two fingers and stares at me intently.

"If I give you this, will you take off your clothes?"

I stare at the piece of paper in disbelief. Is he deaf? Doesn't he hear my answer clearly enough?

"Of course I would," I say firmly. "One hundred percent. Whatever it takes."

He smiles like a mad man. "Good girl. Let's make a deal then."

He hands me the dollar and I place it in my purse without a second glance.

As I look up again, I see that his eyes have moved to my cleavage again, where my right hand is busy squeezing and massaging my breast. His eyes follow its movement and linger for a few moments before moving back to meet mine.

"So?" He prompts me. "Will you take off your clothes now?"

I nod and stand up, turning around to face him. I unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I step out of it and kick it behind me. My panties come next, followed by my shirt and my bra. The little bastard looks like he's about to jizz in his pants as my tits bounce free, swinging back and forth with every move of my body.

I look at him defiantly and sit back down on the couch.

"Was it worth it?" He asks teasingly as he fiddles with his device.

"Of course it was!" I snarl. "I'm one dollar richer and you are one dollar poorer."

"Haha!" He laughs happily. "That's true! You got me there!"

"Yeah, yeah," I scowl. "Shall we get back to business then? Or are you planning on losing more money on this ridiculous game?"

"Well I was getting there, actually." He says with a sly smile. "I have an offer to make you that I'm sure you'll love."

"Oh really?" I ask skeptically. "What kind of offer?"

He snorts derisively with a stupid grin. "How about I give you two dollars if you sign a contract agreeing to let my company take one hundred percent of your settlement money?"

I frown, confused. Did he hit his head recently?

"I would." I agree quickly.

"You are aware that the settlement I'm about to negotiate would be much higher than the two dollars I just offered, yes?"

I nod slowly and make my naked tits bounce up and down while he stares at them. That sounds like a good deal to me.

"I'd still be two dollars richer." I continue. "And I wouldn't have to go through all of this hassle and stress."

The man nods eagerly. "Yes! Exactly!"

He grabs a small pile of papers from the desk and hands them to me. They are filled with legal jargon and the terms and conditions of our agreement. I read through the document carefully, trying to understand everything written on it. It is simple enough still. Once I'm done, he hands me a pencil and I sign it quickly.

I turn back to face him and wait patiently as he puts away the documents and gets up from his chair.

"So?" I prompt him impatiently. "Are you going to give me the two dollars or what?"

"I'll tell you what." He replies as he stands up and walks towards me. "I'll give you three dollars if you also let me fuck you raw on this desk and cum inside your pussy."

My eyes widen in shock as he reaches out and strokes my cheek with his cold hand.

"Deal?" He asks me quietly.

"Deal." I reply weakly.

His hand slides down to my neck and he pushes me forward until my chest presses against his desk. He leans over me and places his lips against my ear.

"I love making business deals with you." He whispers softly.

With that, he removes his hand from my neck and begins unbuckling his belt. His cock springs free and hangs heavily between his legs, swaying gently with every movement of his hips.

"You know I always wanted to fuck you." He murmurs into my ear. "Ever since you first came here for a consultation."

"Just get on with it..." I sigh, turning my head away from him.

"I'll give you one more dollar if you act like a slut in heat while I take care of that pussy of yours. If you make me feel like I'm the best fuck you've ever had. But maybe you're too proud to do it?"

"What makes you think I won't take you up on your offer?" I retort angrily. "Don't you dare insult my intelligence! You know damn well that I'd do anything for money, so why waste your time asking such idiotic questions?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes! Now get your fucking dick inside me already! I don't have all day!"

Mr Jenkins smirks as he starts pushing his manhood between my thighs. I feel his member sliding along the folds of my cunt. He must be very excited because he's rock hard.

"You're wet," he comments as he rubs his shaft against me. "It looks like you were expecting something like this all along."

I wasn't. I simply can't help it as I feel his head rubbing against my pussy. But since I can feel him entering me, I do my best to honor my part of the bargain.

"Y...yes!" I gasp as I grind myself against him. "I've been waiting all day for you to fuck me."

"Oh really?" He chuckles as he manages to slide as deep as he can into my tight slit.

"Yes!" I moan loudly as I feel him throbbing against the walls of my vagina. "I couldn't stop thinking about that big cock for yours, Mr Jenkins."

He grins wickedly and starts pumping his cock faster. I groan in pleasure as he fills me completely with each thrust. His balls slap against my ass cheeks with every stroke.

"Mmm, you are a dirty girl." He chuckles, looking down at me. "I bet you've had many men in your life."

"None as big and thick as you," I lie. "They were all pathetic compared to you."

He chuckles again and keeps fucking me roughly, grabbing my hips and squeezing them tightly. He pumps his cock in and out of me relentlessly, driving his shaft deeper and harder with each thrust. I start moaning louder, trying my best to look like I'm having the best sex of my life.

Soon enough, Mr Jenkins is grunting loudly as he pounds me senseless. He throws his head back and moans like an animal. He pulls me by my hair and grabs hold of my breasts, squeezing them harshly as he fills me with his seed.

After a few seconds of intense fucking, he finally collapses on top of me, panting heavily.

"Wow!" He gasps, recovering his breath. "That was amazing!"

"I thought you'd never get to it!" I complain, rolling my eyes.

He laughs at my remark and kisses my back.

I slowly stand up and look at my clothes on the floor. I want to pick them up but I remain frozen. I'm using my right hand to fondle my tits once again and the other to catch the sperm dripping from my pussy. For a moment I feel confused as to what to do but as I notice Mr Jenkins smirking with his now deflated penis hanging between his legs, I finally give up and catch my clothes with my left hand, covering them in some of the white fluid despite my efforts not to.

"You owe me four dollars." I remind him as I get dressed.

"Hmm?" He asks distractedly.

"Four dollars." I repeat patiently. "For letting you fuck me and having to pretend I'm enjoying it."

"Oh yeah, right." He mumbles absently as he pulls his pants up to grab his wallet in his pocket. He hands me a ten dollars bill and I stare at it, wondering if he's aware that he is giving me more than agreed.

"Let's make it ten." He says.

I'm about to grab the bill when he moves it away and adds: "If you agree to become my obedient sex toy from now on."

I stare at him blankly.

"You already know my answer." I say confidently as I squeeze my right boob with one hand and grab the money with the other.

"I do." He confirms with a smile.