Chapter 31: Busty Lawyer’s Sexual Harassment Lesson

Invisible thanks to her tweet, Clara arrived at the large law firm of Coman, Shine, & Chase. Behind her scurried her naked mother. Clara was eager to have some fun here after dealing with that Karen lawyer back at the coffee house.

Past the receptionist’s desk, Clara looked around and was not impressed. There were plenty of women here, but none of them were dressed all that sexily. They were wearing professional garb. That had to change. She decided on one quick tweet just to make things more exciting here before she really got down to business.

“Coman, Shine, & Chase has just hired a makeup girl that ensures all the female employees are tarted up like whores and dress to show off their bodies. #DressToImpress #SlutLawyers”

She didn’t know if suddenly someone worked here as the makeup girl who hadn’t been employed before, or if one of the women scurrying around here would have the position. Clara was certain things would start changing soon, though. And that might provide its own form of fun.

As she moved through the law firm, she noticed a sign on a door that said “Sexual Harassment Meeting.” That piqued her interest. Clara headed over, her mother hurrying behind her, and opened the door into a conference room.

There were a good dozen men in here all looking bored while a woman at the front of the room was giving a lecture on appropriate workplace behavior. Some of the men were middle-aged if not older, like they were the founding partners or senior partners or whatever.

“Slide,” the woman at the front said. She was a black-haired woman with her hair in a bun. She wore a loose blouse that made it hard to tell her breast size.

Another woman, younger with red hair that fell down her back to her nice ass in her skirt, pushed a button on the remote that changed the slide. This one showed a man pinching a woman on the ass with a red circle and line through it.

“Maybe it was once appropriate to pinch a woman’s rump and call her sweetcheeks,” said the woman up front, “but this isn’t the seventies or even the eighties. These sorts of behaviors will open the firm up to lawsuits as well as a poor public perception. A ‘MeToo’ accusation could cost the firm millions and worsen the firm’s reputation costing you business.”

Clara opened her phone and found the firm’s website. The woman speaking was Lisa Rekeita, a junior partner. Grinning, Clara knew her next tweet. She typed it fast.

“Lisa Rekeita will learn that she’s not supposed to be against sexual harassment but for it by being humiliated and dominated by all the men she’s lecturing. #PinchIsACompliment #SweetCheeks #HarrasmentIsAmazing!”

Clara was about to hit send when the door opened and another young woman entered. She was blonde and perky, wearing a short but fun skirt and a sleeveless blouse. She held a makeup case in her hand.

“Ms. Rekeita, I’m here for your makeover,” said the girl.

Clara decided to hold off on her tweet until this part was over, intrigued.

Lisa Rekeita

“I’m in the middle of my lecture, Ms. Penny,” I said, glaring at the new makeup girl. “This is what I’m talking about, gentleman. A ‘makeup girl’ who is here to tell the female associates and partners how to dress is just going to land the firm in trouble.” I glanced over to Mr. Chase, one of the three managing partners. “Was this your idea?”

He was a stout man with a goatee and blue eyes. He grinned and said, “Studies show that women who are attractive in court get better responses from the jury. All about winning.”

“It’s in your contract, Ms. Rekeita,” added Mr. Coman, another managing partner. He was a balding man with a lecherous grin. “You signed it, so let her do her work.”

“It’s vulgar,” I huffed as Ms. Penny set her makeup case down and started untucking my blouse. “What are you doing?”

“Why, that outfit is too stuffy, Ms. Rekeita,” the girl said. Ms. Rita Penny was eighteen, like my intern Jenny Bickolson assisting me with the presentation.

“Yeah, I agree,” Jenny said. “You should wear something sexier, Ms. Rekeita. Stop hiding those big tits.”

A couple of the men chuckled.

I glared at them as Ms. Penny somehow had my blouse already unbuttoned. How did the girl work that fast? Then she was peeling it off, exposing my Double D’s held in a black bra. My cheeks burned with humiliation as all the men stared at me.

Then my skirt fell off. How did that girl work so fast? I was down to my bra and panties. The men were staring at my fit body. I was in my thirties and worked hard to stay in shape, but not to be ogled by these men. It was a mix of the three managing partners, some senior partners, and the rest were junior partners. They all licked their lips.

“Now just don’t move,” said Ms. Penny as she opened up her case and pulled out her makeup. “We’ll get you all tarted up.”

“Tarted up!” I objected. “Why would you say that?”

“So you can be sexy and turn on all the men who see you,” said the makeup girl. “That’s why women wear makeup. So we can look sexy and get men to desire us. Then we can get what we want. Now don’t move!”

I bristled with outrage as the men watched me being tarted up. I would be marching down to HR and filing a complaint. This was unbearable. I squirmed there, feeling my assistant Jenny just smirking behind me. She was loving this, the little tramp.

Ms. Penny hummed as she worked, smearing her makeup all over me. It was so much heavier than I favored. I tried not to use much at all. As I was more for the natural look, but she was painting me up like I was some two-bit trollop.

“There,” Ms. Penny said and pulled out her mirror.

I gasped at what she had done to my face. She had given me bright, red lips that were pouty and cheeks that were flushed. The blue eye shadow made my hazel eyes even darker. Bedroom eyes. I looked ready for a night out.

“The bra and panties have to go, too,” said Ms. Penny.

“What?” I screeched as she reached behind me and unhooked my bra. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting you a bra that makes those tits look amazing,” suggested Jenny. “Ooh, and you need a nice push-up bra to really show off those big girls.”

“Oh, yes,” salivated Mr. Shine. The third managing partner had a grin splitting his normally hard face. He had iron-gray hair. A man who didn’t normally take bullshit. “That’s what you need.”

“This is exactly what I’ve been trying to talk to you about,” I gasped as my bra was ripped from me. I slapped my hands over my tits. “This is more than sexually harassment.”

“Oh, we’re just getting you ready for court,” Ms. Penny said. “That’s so important. You want to do your clients right. Now, a thong is much better than these panties. We don’t want any visible panty lines on the tight skirts you’ll be wearing.”

“No, no, no,” I gasped, my hands covering my breasts as Ms. Penny fell to her knees and ripped my panties off with such ease.

All the men leered as my bush came into view. It was trimmed. Ready for my vacation next week. I would be wearing bikinis. I didn’t want any hairs to peek out. But it meant there were no curls to hide my pussy from their gazes.

I thrust my left hand down my body as my right arm covered both my tits. I stood there, naked, tottering in my heels as Ms. Penny stood with my panties in her hand. She had a big smile on her lips as she looked at me.

“Okay, I have to go get your new clothes,” she said. “So just stay right here, Ms. Rekeita.”

“What? No!” I gasped as she gathered everything she stripped from me and left the room. I shuddered, seeing all these men staring at me with their salivating eyes. “Jenny, I need you to get me some clothes from my office. My gym bag.”

“Ms. Rekeita, I think the company’s new policy is wonderful,” she said. “You have a hot body. Be proud of it.”

I glared at the eighteen-year-old redhead sitting in her seat with her short skirt showing off all her thighs and toned calves. Her blouse dipped low to show off her cleavage. She winked at me. Interns were the fucking worst.

Then every phone in the office chirped.

The men all grinned and rose. The managing partners led the way. Mr. Shine, Mr. Coman, and Mr. Chase had founded the firm. They had built it from the ground up. Now they looked at me like I was an asset, like a piece of meat that they owned. I clutched my right arm tighter across my breasts and my left hand over my pussy.

“W-what are you doing?” I whimpered, the shame burning brighter and brighter in me. I wanted to run. To hide. To find a poncho to drape over my body.

“Damn,” said Mr. Shine. He looked me up and down as he ran a hand through his gray hair. He wore an expensive suit, the cufflinks were real gold. “What a body you have, Ms. Rekeita.”

“I’ve always wanted to tell you just how fucking hot you are,” groaned Mr. Chase. He smiled, his goatee framing his lips. “I mean... Damn! those legs. I would love to have them wrapped around my head.”

“Bet your pussy tastes as sweet as honey,” said Mr. Coman as the balding partner moved behind me. “And that ass. Damn, I could bounce a quarter off that ass.”

“This is highly inappropriate,” I gasped. “Didn’t you listen to my lecture?”

“Sweetcheeks, your lecture was all wrong,” Mr. Shine said.

“Sweetcheeks!” I gasped, glaring at him. “That’s the sort of—”

Mr. Coman pinched my ass and said, “Damn, that is one sweet cheek.”

I gasped in shock at what he had just done to me. I quivered there, holding my arm tight across my breasts and my hand over my pussy. They were all around me. My heart pounded as they circled me like a pack of wolves.

“Let’s see those tits, sweetcheeks,” said Mr. Chase. “They are fucking bigger than I thought.”

“God, I could just motorboat between them,” said Mr. Shine. “Sugar tits, why don’t you just pull that arm away.”

He grabbed it and tugged.

I tried to fight him, but he was stronger than me. He exposed my big breasts. I shuddered, my nipples thrusting out before me. They were hard. The men all groaned. The junior partners were looking on in envy.

“Let go of me!” I gasped then jumped as Mr. Coman pinched my ass now. “Goddamn, I would love to slap my cock on that ass.”

“What is wrong with you?” I demanded. “I am going to sue you all! This is sexual harassment!”

“What is?” asked Mr. Coman. He pinched my ass again. “Complimenting you?”

“What’s so wrong with being told you have a perfect set of tits?” asked Mr. Shine. He cupped one, squeezing it. “Just amazing breasts. You should be proud of them and want to show them off.”

I trembled there. I had never been so humiliated in my life. Degraded. They saw me as just a thing. What had happened to progress? We were in the second decade of the twenty-first century. Things were supposed to be different.

“Please, please, stop this,” I whimpered, trembling, tears in my eyes. “This isn’t right?”

“Why?” demanded Mr. Shine as he groped my tit. “What’s so wrong with being called sugar tits? Your boobs are amazing.”

“Yeah, sweetcheeks,” Mr. Coman said, his hand now cupping my rump. “God, that’s firm. That’s real firmness. You work hard to make your body this fucking sexy. Why are you getting so bitchy about us complimenting you.”

“It’s not like it’s that time of the month, right?” Mr. Chase demanded. He seized my hand and pulled it from my pussy. He chuckled. “Damn, toots, you need to shave that bush. This isn’t the fucking seventies or even the eighties any longer.”

“We’ll have Ms. Penny take care of that,” Mr. Shine said, his thumb sweeping over and rubbing at my tit.

“Please, please, stop,” I whimpered. “This is wrong. I’m going to sue. I’m going to sue you all!”

“For what?” demanded Mr. Coman, his fingers dipping into my butt-crack. “For thinking you have a rocking body, Ms. Rekeita.”

“You do,” cried Eric Coman, a junior partner and son of the man groping my ass. “You are amazing, Ms. Rekeita. Goddamn, I would love to work under you. Have you on top of me.”

“Those tits were made to bounce,” Mr. Shine said. He stopped groping my boob and slapped it. My tit smacked into my other one, the men laughing as they watched them ripple. “Sugar tits, you got a pair that were made for cowgirl.”

“I am going to sue you all for millions!” I hissed as Mr. Chase slid his hand between my thighs and rubbed at my pussy now. I gasped as he slid his fingers up and down my slit. “I’m going to have you arrested. Do you hear me! Stop this at once?”

“What are you going to sue us for?” Mr. Chase asked, his fingers sliding through my folds. “Damn, you have a wet cunt, toots.”

“For all of this!” I gasped, my entire body trembling with outrage. “Sexual harassment that is quickly turning into sexual assault.”

“What?” demanded Mr. Shine as he grabbed both my tits. He squeezed them. “We’re not assaulting you. We’re loving you, sugar tits.”

“And we’re harassing you,” added Mr. Coman, his hands kneading both my asscheeks. “Goddamn, we are harassing the hell out of your fine body. That’s what this is about, right? That we need to sexual harass the female staff way more than we have.”

“I’ve never once cupped your pussy before today,” Mr. Chase said. “Or fingered your snatch.”

He thrust his fingers into my pussy. I gasped at the violation. I wanted to flee, but I was surrounded by these men. Mr. Shine pinched my nipples. Mr. Coman groped my butt-cheek. Mr. Chase pumped his fingers in and out of my twat.

“So sorry for never doing this, Ms. Rekeita,” Mr. Chase groaned. “I’ll cup your pussy at least once a day. Is that good enough?”

“What is going on?” I demanded. “You’re not supposed to be doing this.”

“Sure they are,” said Jenny. “Ooh, you should totally spank her butt with your cock, Mr. Coman.”

“What is wrong with you all?” I sobbed, tears spilling down my eyes now. Mr. Chase’s fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. His thumb rubbed at my clit.

“Following the new memo that HR put out,” said Mr. Coman. “That we’re supposed to sexually harass the women. That we’re not treating you like objects and sluts enough. Mmm, don’t you like being desired? Don’t you like a bunch of powerful men all wanting to ravish your hot body?”

“To suck on those fat nipples,” growled Mr. Shine, his fingers pinching my nubs.

“To have our cocks slam into your pussy while you cum all over our dicks,” growled Mr. Chase. “How else are you supposed to get a raise if you’re not on your back getting fucked hard by one of us.”

“Suck my dick, and you’ll get two more days of vacation a year,” Mr. Coman groaned.

“Yes, yes, make her suck your dick,” Jenny whooped. “This is so hot. Make her into your bitch.”

“You know you want it, toots,” said Mr. Chase. “God, your cunt is so hot. You’re a fucking slut, standing there naked and all tarted up with that whorish makeup. You’re asking to be harassed. So why are you whining now.”

I shuddered. The tears spilled hot down my cheeks. I could feel the mascara running as these men groped me roamed their eyes over my naked body. My pussy was so wet. I couldn’t believe it. Mr. Shine’s fingers plunged in a cunt that was dripping with my cream. He massaged my clit.

I had to fight this. I had to get free. But Mr. Coman squeezed my ass and Mr. Shine ducked his head down and suckled one of my nipples into his mouth. I gasped at that. Shocked he would do that. My pussy clenched down on Mr. Chase’s fingers. My clit throbbed.

“No, no, no!” I shouted. “Jenny! Jenny! Help me!”

“God, no,” Jenny moaned. “I read the memo. You need to be fucked, Ms. Rekeita. You need to have big dicks pounding your tight ass. You dress like a fucking nun. You’re a woman. Show off that body. Let these men give you what you need.”

I shook my head. I didn’t knead this. But ... but ... This humiliating pressure built and built in my pussy. My cunt squeezed down on Mr. Chase’s fingers. They thrust faster and faster in and out of my snatch. While His thumb rubbed at my clit.

Sparks burst from it. I whimpered. This could not be happening. I shuddered with more sobs. Tears burned hot down my cheeks as my orgasm built. What was wrong with my body, that it was enjoying this degrading treatment.

“STOP!” I cried. “No! I don’t want this. I don’t want to cum on your fingers, Mr. Chase!”

“Sure you do, toots,” he said, thrusting his digits deep into my pussy. “Goddamn, you got a juicy cunt. You have just been gagging for us to finally harass you. Now you’re getting it. So enjoy it. We will.”

“No, no, no, this can’t be happening,” I whimpered, that orgasm building and building.

“I think it is,” cooed Jenny. “Ooh, make her cum like the whore she is! God, she’s just panting, isn’t she? How wet is she, Mr. Chase.”

“Soaking my hand with her juices, and her pussy is suckling at my digits,” he growled, thrusting them in and out of me.

“NOOOOOOO!” I cried, Mr. Shine sucking on my nipple. He nibbled on it, pleasure shooting down to my treacherous pussy.

My orgasm swelled. I tried to fight it. I tried to resist, but those fingers were just thrusting deep into my twat. They were churning me up. The thumb rubbed on my clit while Mr. Coman’s fingers slid down my butt-crack. He found my asshole.

I gasped as he thrust a finger into my asshole. I shuddered at the penetration. I shouldn’t like this at all! I shouldn’t, but it was just an incredible delight. My entire body shuddered. My face twisted as he wiggled his finger about in my bowels.

“God, you are a tight ass, Ms. Rekeita,” groaned Mr. Coman. “Goddamn, such a tight ass.”

“Made for dicks,” Jenny purred as the managing partner thrust his finger into my asshole. He buried it into me again and again, while Mr. Chase fingered my twat. “You should fuck her.”

“Definitely,” groaned Mr. Chase. “I don’t know why you’re crying, Ms. Rekeita. Your pussy is so wet. You must be gagging to earn a promotion on your back.”

“Yeah, sugar tits,” Mr. Shine said around my nipple. “You’re a slut, that should be begging to love our attention.”

“No,” I whimpered, my entire body shuddering. More hot tears spilled down my cheeks. “I can’t be. I’m not a slut. I’m not. I ... I...” Those fingers thrust into my holes. My clit throbbed. Pleasure burst in me. I threw back my head and gasped as I came.

My pussy convulsed around Mr. Chase’s fingers while my asshole rippled around Mr. Coman’s digit. Waves of humiliating rapture surged through me and washed over my mind. I trembled, my entire body shaking.

This couldn’t be happening to me. I moaned like a whore. The men laughed with evil delight, savoring my body shuddering through the ecstasy. My boobs heaved. Mr. Shine stopped sucking on them and watched as they bounced.

“Sugar tits!” he groaned in delight. “Hot damn, those are beautiful.”

“Yes!” I moaned, my entire body trembling. The pleasure drowned my mind. It was so shameful to cum like this. So humiliating. But it felt so good. Maybe ... maybe ... Maybe it was a good thing to be sexually harassed.

“God, you moan like a whore, sweetcheeks,” groaned Mr. Coman. “And that tight ass is going wild around my dick.”

“It is, sir,” I moaned, my boobs swaying as the pleasure rippled through me.

“Yeah, she wants to start servicing us,” groaned Mr. Shine. “Want to get on your knees and suck some cocks, don’t you.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my knees buckling.

Mr. Chase ripped his fingers out of my pussy and sucked them into his mouth. He groaned as he enjoyed my pussy cream. I shuddered, my knees buckling, and fell to my knees before them. Mr. Shine was already undoing his pants. The hard-faced managing partner grinned as he whipped out his cock.

“Earn those six figures we pay you, whore,” he growled.

“Yes, Mr. Shine!” I groaned, my body burning with shame. I was a slutty, disgusting woman that wanted to be harassed. To be used by men.

I tried to be a feminist. To pretend I wasn’t a whore. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his cock. I engulfed him, sliding my mouth down his dick. He groaned as I suckled on him. My big boobs jiggled as I nursed on him.

He pulled on the hairpins, letting my black hair fall around my face. I whimpered, nursing on him. My pussy clenched as I was finally honest about who I was. I wiggled my rump, my cheeks sticky with the mascara that had run down them.