NAKED LEGAL 4: Trap Set and Sprung

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CHAPTER FOUR: TRAP SET AND SPRUNG

“What’s going on in there?” I stopped at Marjorie’s office to say good morning when I saw Jake and Mark together with Mr. Franklin in his office.

She came out to the door and joined me in a fruitless attempt to garner any information by staring at them through the open door. They were involved in some heavy discussion.

“I have no idea. They were in their when I arrived about 10 minutes ago. It looks serious, though.” She turned from them to appraise my appearance. She stepped back and looked me up and down. “I like it.”

“You think it’ll be okay?” This morning I decided I would try something different from the norm for my undressing for the office. I had adhered to the written word of the contract section, NAKED LEGAL, which stated: I was to remain naked, except for stocking, heels, and jewelry while in the offices. I thought it might be fun to throw some variety into it. Today, aside from my leather briefcase, I included a sheer white baby doll negligee. The gown tied in front just below my ample breasts, which allowed the bodice to gap open as I moved and the rest of the gown opened to the bottom hem. The gap in front was about six inches at the bottom and the hem barely reached the bottom of my ass when I stood erect. Without the sheer panties, my pussy was clearly exposed, not that the sheer material did much to cover my breasts and nipples.

I did a poor pirouette by spinning slowly on one foot. She laughed, “I like the bare feet, too. It’s wonderful, very playful and still fulfilling the intention of being naked.” She stepped up to me and I kissed her on the lips. The entire office had become very intimate beyond the overt sex play.

I admitted to myself to being a bit nervous for making the change on my own and I was relieved that Marjorie like it. It was our norm to greet each other first thing in the morning and the last thing at night. I debated about interrupting whatever the guys were discussing as I approached Mr. Franklin’s office on the way to my own. As I came to the doorway I could see inside clearly and they were in a concentrated discussion of some kind, but I decided to just stop and greet them.

I stuck my body into the doorway without entering, “Morning, guys. I don’t want to interrupt, I’ll catch up with you later.” I turned, but Mr. Franklin’s voice stopped me.

“Grace, wait … good morning, dear.” The others gave me similar greetings and turned to make eye contact. It was Mr. Franklin who continued, “Sorry to push that case motion on you, but did you make progress on it last night?”

“Yes, Sir. I finished it. We can review it whenever you are free.”

“Excellent! Sorry, again, for disrupting your evening.”

“Not at all, Sir. Just part of the job.”

He smiled. He had expressed concern several times about my hours, which were in not small part because of the sexual activities I would be asked to perform for any of them during the day. I saw his eyes, and those of Mark and Jake, travel up and down my body taking in my choice of outfit.

“I like your outfit, Grace. What do you guys think?” The agreed enthusiastically. “You’re still visible and very much easily available to touch or more.” I giggled. “Excellent. Just for the fun of it, let’s sit down and figure out some revision to your contract.” I giggled, again. The idea of a contract that restricted my clothing and stipulated my sexual services still seemed crazy. A craziness, though, that still turned my pussy into a glistening sexual organ anticipating use. I turned with a saucy sway to my hips in line with the door to tease them as I headed to my own office.

* * * * *

“Damn, I love that woman!” It was Jakes exclamation and caused Mr. Franklin to consider his rough and tumble associate. “Oh, you know what I mean … I think we all, including Marjorie, feel the same way.” They all nodded.

Mark continued the expression of feeling, “Her every action with us is a representation of something that has fulfilled a dream for her. I mean, what she is expected to do here should be crazy … impossible … but she seems to revel in it.”

“I agree,” Mr. Franklin continued, “I had a feeling about her from the start, but she is all-in. She is as dedicated to the legal work as her reputation indicated.”

“And, she genuinely is excited about the other stuff,” Jake added.

Mark laughed, “Yeah … and she’s sweet in the process.”

Jake gazed through the door as the naked vision turned into the office, “Which is all the more reason I’d like to crucify those three on the front plaza of the courthouse.”

Mr. Franklin chuckled, “No crucifying. If for no other reason, the courthouse would have cameras recording it all.”

Mark looked at each and was instantly very serious, “What if I hacked into the CCTV system and created a loop …”

Mr. Franklin, sensing the conversation taking a dangerous turn, pulled them back to task. “No crucifying. I have a better, more lasting idea.” The other three waited. The meeting so far had been a summary of what Jake’s guys had found about the men who had turned in the evidence for the disbarment charges. That they turned out to be attorneys from the same firm started Mr. Franklin thinking.

“Excellent work, Jake! So, we’re agreed that the leaked video was edited and that alone is tampering with evidence. And, you two are convinced they would still have the original version?”

Jake laughed in a very nasty way, “They wouldn’t be able to help themselves. They’d want to be able to go back and relive it, again and again. They’d want to see themselves to it to her. Remember, she was the rising star, the presumed next Partner, and they were just attorneys meeting expectation, nothing significant about them. I’m betting each one saved a copy on their laptop or phone.”

Mr. Franklin turned to Mark, “Do you have enough to perform your wizardry?”

“Yes. Jake got their names, phone numbers, workplace, and home addresses. All I have to do is be nearby when they connect to a WIFI and have them connected long enough that I can …”

Mr. Franklin laughed and held up his hand, “I think it best that Grace and I don’t know in case we are ever asked.” The group laughed. Although the laugh might have been mirthful, the looks on the three faces were similar to if they had just laid out plans for proceeding with the crucifixion idea.

* * * * *

“What’s gotten into you two today?” I was lying on top of Jake whose cock was softening inside my pussy. They had removed my baby doll earlier and we were all naked. I lay on Jake who was spread on the couch in my office. Mark had just pulled out of my ass and was sitting cross-legged on the plush rug. They had just finished with a truly inspired double-penetration.

“What do you mean?” Jake asked the question with an innocence that belied his facial reaction. I sat up on his hips to look back and forth at the two of them. We no longer showed any concern for being fully exposed to the rest of the office through my glass-enclosed office and we comfortably lounged. Jake looked at Mark and he shrugged his shoulders, also with a show of innocence.

“That was like making love to me. Don’t get me wrong, it felt REALLY good, but it lacked the hurried fuck we usually engage in here.”

Jake continued to try to deflect my question, “A DP that felt like being made love to?”

I laughed and playfully swatted the flat slabs of black muscle on his chest. “Yes! It’s always wonderful and I am hooked on this life with you all. But, yes, it was wonder … explosive …” I leaned down to kiss Jake, then to the side to kiss Mark. “But, yes, it was gentle and loving … even as a DP.”

Jake and Mark exchanged glances and I was surprised it was Mark who ultimately responded. “Maybe we just realize how important you are to us.”

I melted. I leaned further over to pull Mark into my arms and in the process Jake’s softening cock slipped from the grasp of my pussy. I then hugged Jake. I was overwhelmed. What a crazy way to find a place where belonging was real.

* * * * *

Days later, I sat at the conference table with everyone else but I was fidgeting awkwardly while we waited for Mr. Franklin to end his phone call. It was his meeting. My fidgeting, though, was due to a very strange sense of discomfort … I was fully dressed in the office. Mr. Franklin had made a point of instructing me to put on all my clothes for this meeting. It seemed too strange as I retreated to the small isolated reception space to pull up my panties, clip my bra in place, and pull on my skirt and blouse, then not leave but return to the office. The others seemed to be just as taken by my appearance among them, too. Although we spent enough time away from the office when I was dressed, this was different.

He finally broke away from the phone and joined us, apologizing for the delay. He explained the reason for the meeting as the most effective way for the team to come to an understanding of a situation and to arrive at a mutually acceptable agreement. As I was completely in the dark, I assumed the others would be, too. But, looking around the table, Marjorie was the only one also looking around confused. She and I settled our gaze on each other and shrugged our shoulders.

Mr.