Chapter 1

"Your point," Debbie said as she futilely ran down the dropshot winner. "Game, set, and match."

Debbie was sweating hard, and although she was generally in pretty good shape, spending an hour matched up against a vastly superior athlete had left her pretty much wrung out. "You're barely even breathing hard, you bitch," she said, with a smile, as her partner jogged up to join her at center-court. "Why do I keep letting you drag me out here like this?"

"Well, that's because you're crazy about me," Becka replied, leaning in for a quick cheek-kiss over the net. "Plus you're really getting pretty good. Seriously, you're very skilled for an amateur," she added.

"Wow - thanks!" Debbie said, with a sweet smile of genuine satisfaction. "You're going to make me blush!"

And, Debbie thought to herself quickly as the two girls walked to the side of the court, you're sure as hell right about the first part, too. Debbie still marveled to herself at how comfortable she had become with her sexuality, and how quickly.

Becka, meanwhile, allowed herself a long moment to think about the other ways she enjoyed making Debbie blush, but soon interrupted Debbie's towel-off, asking "You got time for a Jamba?"

"Wow, she is really checking you out," Becka said quietly. "Seriously?" Debbie asked. In general, Debbie and Becka allowed each other a lot of leeway when it came to the sexual exclusivity of their relationship, but only recently had Debbie shown any real interest in putting any of that leeway to use.

"Oh, hell yea she is," Becka replied. "She was just staring at your chest the whole time you were ordering - and didn't you hear that lilt in her voice when she suggested the Femme Boost? She wants you, lover."

Debbie was silent for a moment, but she couldn't contain her little grin. "I'm gonna go flirt with her," she then announced, and with that she was off. "Heaven help me - I've created a monster!" Becka laughed.

And as she walked away, Debbie giggled, too, because this had become one of their little in-jokes. It was hard to believe that just nine months earlier, Debbie had arrived at Los Angeles School of Law ("LA Law," to most) as just about the pure stereotype of the first-year law student: somehow simultaneously brimming with confidence and optimism, but inwardly more than a bit intimidated. She was eager to take on some new challenges but awed, frankly, at the new circumstances that surrounded her in this big city, especially as far as sex was concerned.

While not technically a virgin, Debbie's sexual experiences back at Podunk State University had been relatively few - and even those had been straight out of the "humping and fumbling" school of sexplay. She came to Los Angeles secretly hoping all that would change, but she could never have guessed how.

Becka was a different story. She was a third-year at the law school when Debbie showed up, and worldly-wise in the way only college sophomores and third-year law students can be. By the time she had graduated from college several years earlier, Becka was as much an expert in sex and seduction as Debbie was a neophyte.

Becka realized she was gay at an early age, and far from struggling or fighting with her sexuality, Becka positively reveled in it. An outstanding athlete, she spent a few years on the professional tennis tour between college and law school, years that were reasonably successful both financially and sexually. She still stayed in shape by hitting balls with the undergrad team at LA University whenever she got a chance, and she still drew lots of attention from pretty much every lesbian on campus.

Becka was kind of "easy to find and hard to get," though, and turned almost all of them down. Well, most of them, anyway.

Corrupting the minds and bodies of narrow-minded, "traditional" girls was more her thing, and when she overheard some of the undergrad football jocks taking about the gorgeous new law student who had just arrived from fly-over country, she quickly added "check out the fresh meat" to her mental to-do list.

"Dudes, I'm telling you, this chick looks exactly like Scarlett Johansson, only sexier," Debbie overheard the alpha-dog meathead say as he described Debbie - and at first, Becka just rolled her eyes. But by golly, she thought, when she saw that vision in a sundress walk out of the campus bookstore, it turned out this time Moose was right.

Where Becka was toned and lean, Debbie was curvy and shapely - and oh, what a shape. Their blue eyes were about the only physical feature they shared; Becka kept her black hair athletically short and spiky, while Debbie's longer blonde hair was usually in a ponytail. Exactly like every straight guy on campus (and in truth, about a third of the women), Becka wanted Debbie big-time from the moment she laid eyes on her.

Unlike everyone else, however, Becka never doubted she'd have her. Self-confidence, and the record of success to justify it, was just part of what made Becka who she was.

It usually took Becka a month or so to "turn" a straight girl into someone a little more, well, open-minded. It was pretty surprising, therefore, even to Becka when she managed to have Debbie writhing around under her tongue on the second weekend of the semester.

Debbie, it turned out, took to girlsex rather enthusiastically, and she quickly came to lust after Becka's tennis-toned hardbody every bit as much as Becka enjoyed Debbie's own busty, curvy ripeness. "I've created a monster" became Becka's stock joke whenever Debbie went topless around Becka's apartment, or joined Becka in the shower, or went panty-less to nightclubs just to keep herself feeling slutty and accessible.

On most levels, Becka absolutely loved this - let's face it, spending your downtime with a somewhat sluttier, sexier version of the "Central Casting" blonde cheerleader has a lot of upsides. To her further surprise, however, Becka eventually found herself becoming at least a bit ambivalent about it all.

First of all, Becka was quite accustomed to being the "hot" partner in a relationship - and her tight body and dirty mind usually kept that role pretty clear. With Debbie's increasing openness and aggressiveness, however, Becka saw the roles in their relationship changing in a way she wasn't accustomed to.

In fact it had been months since Becka had pulled a little action on the side for herself, so second of all, Becka admitted, she was confronting for the first time the possibility that she was falling in love.

Therefore, when Debbie suggested, as they got into bed in Becka's apartment, that she might try to seduce her boss during her upcoming summer internship, Becka's stock reaction was more a defense mechanism than a real attempt at humor.

"I'm not a monster, Beck, I'm serious!" Debbie announced across the pillows with a hearty laugh, "You would love Alexia, she is seriously hot!!"

"All right, dirty girl, convince me - what's so hot about her?" Becka asked, rolling up onto her elbow to pay attention.

"Well, you know, just, everything," Debbie replied. "She's ... gorgeous, first of all. In every way. She's really pretty, and she has a perfect body, but that's not really what does it to me, you know what I mean? There's something more to her, that's just hard to describe. It's like, what she says, goes - period. No discussion, and definitely no disagreement. She's in total command of that office. Plus she's always put together just right: she dresses impeccably, her make up's always perfect. She's got this great chestnut hair, but she keeps it pulled straight back, you know? Like the girls in that old Robert Palmer video? She really makes it work, though - it doesn't look out-of-place on her at all, it just looks great. Imagine the sharpest lawyer you ever met, but with Carol Alt's face atop Elle Macpherson's body. Making equity partner at LA's top law firm by age 30 can't be easy, but damn she just makes it look so good!"

"Yo, what's with all the 80's references, babe?" Becka asked, slapping Debbie's ass, just beneath her thong. "Were you even born back then?"

"Shut up. You know what I mean. I just really admire her - it's impossible not to when you look at all she's accomplished - and especially," she said, running her hand up under Becka's t-shirt, "now that my horizons are a little broader, I just can't help myself. Seriously, Becks, you should meet her. Next to you, she's just about the sexiest person I've ever met. Maybe the three of us should get together and see what happ--"

"All right, all right, she's hot, I get it already," Becka replied, with just enough of a chuckle that she seemed to mean it. After a relatively quiet kiss that promised noisier ones to follow, she added, "Just don't embarrass yourself is all I'm saying. I thought you said she's straight, right? Married or something?"

"I think so," Debbie nodded. "There was a picture of some guy on her desk during the interview."

"Well there you go. Look, I'm not saying she shouldn't turn you on, you little slut," Becka said, giving Debbie's nipple a quick pinch, "I'm just saying not every straight chick is as eager to get laid by a girl as you were!"

"Fine, fine," Debbie replied gamely, "I won't make a fool of myself, but I'm telling you right now: I will flirt with her and if she even thinks about considering the notion of possibly making out with me, it's on! Do you understand? It - is - on!"

No, I'm on, Becka thought, rolling the two of them over so she could straddle her lover's waist as their tongues played together. Becka still wasn't sure she liked the overall sound of this idea, but as she pushed up the lacy bra of the blonde goddess underneath her she quickly went past the point where she was really thinking about anything much at all.

"Well, good afternoon, Ms., uh..."

"Debbie."

"Ms. Debbie?"

"No, ma'am." [Chuckle.] "Just Debbie."

"Of course, I remember now - you're the first-year, from LA Law. Well, good afternoon, Debbie. Nice to see you again. I like familiarity among my staff, by the way, and I also like the kind of self-starters who are willing to insist on it. Please call me Alex."

"Great - thanks Alex!" Debbie replied, hoping she wasn't seeming too eager. She had already learned that the high-powered litigator liked to use first names, and now, having deployed that tidbit in her first meeting in Alex's office, she couldn't imagine how she could have made a better first impression. All told, Debbie thought to herself, she was doing a pretty good job getting this experience started on the right foot.

"So tell me, Debbie, how did you enjoy your first day here at the firm?"

"Well, it's hard to judge much in eight hours, ma'am," RATS, I mean Alex, she thought, but didn't say. "But so far it certainly seems to be everything I expected. I'm just so pleased to have this opportunity to learn from the best, Alex," Debbie added quickly, grimacing a little at sounding so trite.

"Wow, thanks. The best, huh? Me? Really?" She let the question hang in the air for just a second while Debbie felt her face go red. "That sounds like a summer associate answer, Debbie, but hey - I like it! Remember, flattery will get you everywhere in LA!" Alex laughed, which made Debbie smile broadly with relief. "Seriously, we're really going to enjoy having you here this summer, and actually that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

But the buzz of the speakerphone interrupted Alex' next thought, followed by a woman's voice saying, "Sorry Alex, it's your five-thirty conference call."

"Damn," Alex said with a glance at her watch, "I really have to take that. But tell you what, are you free this evening?"

No matter what Alex meant by it, the question immediately reminded Debbie of all the "seduce the boss" bravado she had shown to Becka the other night. And although Debbie was more than a little intrigued by it, she quickly resolved not to blow her first-year summer associate job - and with it, the launching pad of her whole legal career - by reading more into an innocent social courtesy than was really intended. Without a doubt, she certainly still found this woman nipple-achingly sexy, but Debbie could see the picture of Alex' Ken-doll boyfriend sitting right there on her desk, silently reminding her of the promise she made not to embarrass herself.

Just as she made up her mind to politely demur, however, Debbie heard herself blurt out, "Of course!" She paused, a little surprised at her own answer but trying to think of a way to play it down the middle.

"Great," Alex replied. "I see a lot of myself in you, Debbie. I think you've got some real potential. Come by the house around 8:30 or so, we'll get some Chinese food and talk about what your future could be like. Maggie out front can give you the address and such - see you tonight!"

"Super!" Debbie said, adding, "I look forward to meeting your, ah, husband," with a quick gesture towards the picture.

Alex chuckled and replied with a smirk, "Sure, Debbie, that'll be super. See you later."

"Damn. Oh damn," Debbie muttered softly to herself as she walked away from Alex's office. "Damn, damn, damn. What the hell am I getting myself into..."

"I am not going to hit on her. I am not going to hit on her. I am not going to hit on her." Debbie figured the more often she thought it to herself, the more it would convince her, but it seemed to be having the opposite effect. Each thought of taking a run at her boss left her panties just the slightest bit wetter, and thinking about taking them off like she was nightclubbing definitely wasn't helping. Sternly reminding herself how much of her career was at stake helped, though, so by the time she got to Alex's gorgeous house in Los Feliz she was confident she could keep herself under control.