Visiting the In-Laws

A few days later, you are lying on a massage table in Alex's parents' front room being pampered by Kathy's extremely over-friendly masseuse, when Robert pops his head round the door.

"Summer, I wonder if I could have a word with you when you're done?"

"Sure Robert, I'll come up in a few minutes." You spend the rest of the luxurious massage wondering what he wants.

Standing outside his study at the top of the stairs, you adjust your very over-tight bra once more, trying to reduce the indecent appearance of your breasts that threaten to spill out. With a quiver of nerves, you knock.

You have only been inside this room once before in your entire life, when you and Alex got in so much trouble for scratching the door of Robert's ludicrously expensive German car as eight year olds. It has not changed even one bit, however. The richly furnished room displays all of his professional merits, proud moments, and a handful of family portraits. The eastern wall is covered entirely by his legal library: a collection of books so impressive-looking that it could strike fear and/or confidence into the heart of any who looked upon it.

"Hello Summer. I'm sorry to summon you upstairs like this. I don't want to seem like some feudal lord summoning a vassal, it's just... you seem so busy these days with your shifts at the restaurant that I wanted to catch you before you left the house." He notices your eyes staring nervously at the certificates, documents and monolithic library, and stands up. "I can see this room puts you on edge. Please, Summer, that is not my intention." He gestures to the door. "Would you like some tea?"

On the way down, he begins outlining his pitch to you.

"Summer, one of my longest-serving legal clerks is about to leave for Hawaii. She has become indispensable to me over the years, and I like to think that I have been a generous employer to her. The firm will be hiring a new paralegal to assist with a major new client, but he will fulfil some of Karen's duties. I wondered if you would consider, with a little training, filling in the rest?"

You gape at him. His practise is among the most respected in the city, advising a great many successful local businesses.

"I am, of course, offering this to you in part to care for my grandchild. Kathy and I have made it clear that we want to assist you in making sure the child wants for nothing, but I know how imprisoning it can feel to be dependant on another for your security. I wanted to offer you a chance to take on some skilled, well-paid, part time work that can be made to fit around your, ah, commitments."

You stare at your feet in embarrassed silence, with the mug of tea clutched against your chest in both hands.

"Finally, I want you to be reassured that this is not an offer of charity. I know you, Summer, and I know that you are a very smart young person who behaves with discretion and wisdom beyond your years. I believe that you have the qualities required to replace the more unusual of Karen's attributes, and that belief leads me to think that I would have a very, very hard time finding someone else who could fill the role better than you."

"But, Robert, I haven't got the first idea about law."

"I did say that some training would be necessary. There is a class beginning next week that would be the first module I believe you would need. You would be able to begin work while you study, as long as your health allows it, and I promise you that within a few months you will see that I am not wrong in thinking you the right person for the job."

It is hard to argue with an offer like that. Not only are you being offered expensive training for free, but the salary he offers you begins at $24,000 for just a twenty-hour week contract. Your shitty waitressing job pays less than one-third of that in the same time, and you expect you'll have to stop it much sooner as your growing belly gets in the way and discourages tips from the tables of horny men the manager assigns to you. In addition, you expect to be able to work well beyond those twenty hours until you near your due date, potentially doubling your earnings for the next several months.

You accept his offer without a second thought. As you leave the house, you send a text to your boss to say you won't be coming back, and prepare to spend the next few days doing as much preparatory reading as you can for the course that begins next week.

You and Alex go for an evening drive. You take him further than usual, almost an hour into the mountains to a beautiful lakeside spot that you've visited with your family but never brought him to. You sit together for a while on the beach with your feet in the water, enjoying the late sunshine, before you get up and grab the cooler you prepared from the back of the car. You hand him a chilled beer and crack a soda for yourself, and sit down behind him, holding him close with your hands across his chest and breasts pressed against his back. You kiss his neck. Sigh. Better get on with it.

"Honey, I... have to tell you something."

"I thought there was something behind all this special effort. What's going on?"

"Ugh. You're not gonna like it. Your dad offered me a job today."

Alex is less than thrilled. He pretty much hates his father right now. He gets up and starts to yell, waving his hands around. But you reach up and pull his shorts down and your insistent, cajoling lips bring him round in a matter of minutes. He has almost forgotten there was ever an issue by the time his thick spunk spurts down your throat. After you wipe his cum from your slutty lips, you straighten up and kiss him impatiently.

"Alex honey, I really don't have a choice here. Your dad is offering me a shot at a real job. Perhaps even a career. I've had to give up any future plans until now, and I can't think of another employer who'd so willingly make allowances for the baby. Even if everything goes to plan for you, neither of us wants you to have the pressure of being the only one providing for our family."

He is silent, pride wounded, but at least he now has his arms around you. You can tell he is struggling, but in the way that always means he'll give up in the end. You've known this sulky side of him all your life, and have gotten even better at penetrating his defenses in the last eight weeks.

"Anyway baby. I'm not working tomorrow so we can stay out here all night if we want. I brought some supplies and stuff. Why don't you go build a fire and I'll make dinner?"

He gives a half grunt and wanders off to gather some wood. It never fails, appealing to a man's primitive instincts.