The new Jurist

Mary Hansen was new in our town hall. She just had finished her examination and already got an employment at the local city council. What a lucky coincidence that the position of the law office head as the only jurist in the town hall had to be occupied and that the mayor remembered the daughter of the town famous entrepreneur family, who against any family tradition had chosen a career in the field of jurisprudence.

Mary had been an ambitious student. She was professional excellent, friendly, almost slightly shy in her appearance. The slim dark haired woman with the athletic body could impress with excellent certificates. What was missing was life experience. During the 28 years of her life her father had blocked his princess consequently from any harmful influences that could lurk on an attractive young woman outside her parents´ city mansion. Of course there had been some affairs during high school and college, but they hadn´t last long .

And now she was sitting here in the meeting of the heads of department to introduce herself to them. These seven middle aged guys, most of them about 50 years old, had lower income than her but were occupying their positions in general for years if not decades and were ruling in their departments like little kings. These mostly slightly potbellied misters in sweaty shirts and cheap jackets were sitting there, letting Mary talk. About her past, her professional qualifications. And while Mary was talking they inspected her with their views from head to toe, more or less arrogant, sometimes giving each other a wink or a grin. While she was speaking Mary was slipping back and forth on the office chair in the meeting room. She was nervous. Advised by her parents she was wearing a grey jacket over a simple white blouse and a quite short skirt, also grey. She just wasn´t used to such clothes. More the jeans type at home and in the university Mary didn´t really know how to sit there without risking to allow an unexpected view at her tasteful silk panties or that her skirt might be slipping up showing more of her leg than she wanted to.

Of course the old guys felt Mary‘s uncertainty and made fun out of it. She felt the views. Mary got hot and she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. Please, don´t blush now, that was what she thought.