Chapter 6: All in the Family

“Ms Fulbright, I’m very unhappy about this. You know that every time I visit Mrs Braddock there is something other than work on her agenda.” Vivenne had asked me to do some more work for the Braddock family. “And while I’m very happy to deal with the legal issues for them, those other demands have been more than I think anyone should have to put up with.”

“Of course, you’re right.” Vivienne was sounding placatory but I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be mollified. “You shouldn’t have to put up with it. But, since she’s your client and the practice needs the income, then I am afraid that you do. I really think I have been quite plain on this. As long as she is not requiring anything illegal or anything that requires you to break the Solicitor’s Code of conduct then all is well. I mean, I think the code says something like ‘You do not abuse your position by taking unfair advantage of clients or others’ it doesn’t say clients can’t take advantage of you.”

I suppose I looked resigned. In any case, Vivienne interpreted it that way.

“That’s all right, then,” she said. “Now this time you won’t have to see Mrs Braddock.” I heaved a sigh of relief but I was soon dismayed again. “It’s her elder daughter that has a problem. She wants some advice on a question of breach of contract. I said you would pop over and see if we can help. It’s probably just some commercial arrangement or other. It didn’t sound complicated. Should be just about within your grasp.”

I thought her last remark was a bit unfair. Apart from all the sex stuff, I thought I’d managed the provision of legal services to the Braddock household without any of the fuck-ups that had upset Vivienne with my previous work.

I turned up at Mrs Braddock’s in the early afternoon. Janice opened the door, her long blonde hair tumbling loosely over her shoulders. She gave me a welcoming smile and her tits gave me their own greeting, nipples clearly pressing up behind her too-tight tee-shirt. “Oh, good, it is you. I thought it would be. Come on in. Marcie’s expecting you.”

Marcie was sitting in the lounge. Janice invited me to take a seat and then sat down beside her sister. I opened my briefcase and took out a notebook. I tried to avoid staring at either Janice’s bra-less tits or Marcie’s bare legs. “Well then,” I said, feeling concerned about what the answer might be but knowing that we had to start things somehow, “How can I help?”

“It’s about this contract.” Marcie waved some papers at me. “I want to know how you can enforce the terms of the contract if one of the parties is blatantly in violation of them.”

“Well,” I said, “it’s usual for the contract to include a specification of remedies open to each of the parties in the event of breach of the terms and conditions. Is that not the case here? Perhaps it would be best if I looked at it. What is it about?”

“It’s the Chastity Contract that my boyfriend signed.”

I suppose I must have looked startled because Janice laughed and said, “Don’t have to deal with many of those, do you?” Marcie, however, looked anything but amused. I felt I should take her as seriously as I could.

“Well, no,” I confessed. “Mostly the contracts I’ve handled have been for the sale of goods or the provision of services. Things like that. I’m not sure something like this is actually legally enforceable but perhaps I can help anyway. What is the problem?”

Marcie seemed to gather herself up as though she would rather not be discussing the matter. “My boyfriend, Hugh, signed this contract. As you can see there are various provisions. He agrees to abstain from any sexual activity except with my explicit approval and he agreed to be fitted with a lockable enclosure for his cock to reduce the risk of accidental stimulation. Now, in the contract it says that if he fails to abide by these rules then I have the right to terminate any form of sexual contact with him.”

“And you suspect him of breaching the terms of the agreement?” I couldn’t believe I was discussing this in such a matter of fact way. The contract was almost certainly unenforceable but it probably wasn’t what Marcie wanted to hear. “Have you discussed this with him?”

“Well, no not exactly. It’s just that I suspect him of cheating.”

“What, with another woman?”

“Goodness no! Who’d have him? No. Let me explain. The contract provides for a regular inspection to make sure that he isn’t suffering unnecessary discomfort,” as opposed to necessary discomfort, I thought, “and to check that the device has been tampered with. At the same time, I give him the opportunity for a little release – if he’s been well behaved, you understand. Anyway I’ve noticed that he doesn’t produce very much cum. So I think he must be cheating somehow. He just denies it, of course. I’ve stopped his sexual privileges, of course, but he’s got really whine-y, claiming that I’m not being fair to him. I’ve had a good close look at the lock and the bars on his cock cage and there aren’t any any scratches or anything that looks like he’s managed to get it off somehow.”