"You did it you smooth talking Yankee son-of-a-bitch. You nailed her didn't you?" Sam Harding chortled as his friend and fellow attorney, James Austin, sat down at the smalltable in the noisy club.

Austin scanned the crowded bar before answering the question with a brief nod. His eyes locked with those of a striking brunette standing alone at the bar. She was clad in a tight red mini, her full breasts spilling over the top ofthe low cut neckline. A smile curved her lips as he moved his glance away.

Finally he turned his attention to Sam who had been blissfully unaware of the by-play between Jim and the girl in red. Sam leaned forward, his face flushed in anticipation of hearing the details of his friends latest conquest.

Ever since they had become roommates at Harvard Law, the rotund Sam had lived vicariously on the sexual exploits of the handsome Austin whose reputation as a "love them and leave them" stud had been unmatched on campus. Strangely, it was this very reputation which seemed to bring Jim more opportunities to bed willing females intent on becoming more than one of his passing fancies.

The brilliant son of a small town Vermont lawyer, he had started his sexual career when the voluptuous Senior Class President had seduced the willing Freshmen member of Student Council following an after-school meeting. Sex quickly became his major extra curricular activity in high school.

During the next four years he excelled in his chosen sport, initiating a large number of Sampsonville High's most attractive girls into the mysteries of sex. All of it was brought about without any promises of "going steady", the tool by which most of his friends gained entrance to the promised land.

In fact Jim rarely dated a girl more than three or four times. His method of convincing his current sexual plaything that, at that time, he cared only about her, her feelings and especially her enjoyment, coupled with a sexual technique that would have made most adult males jealous and that had been gleaned from reading a variety of sex manuals and selected pornography failed only infrequently. Once he had bedded them, he invariably dropped them after a few more enjoyable sessions. Glib tongued, he managed to make the young woman feel that it was her idea to bring the affair to an end, that she was the one who did not want a long term relationship.

This same technique served him well is his college years. It also provided his roommate with hours of enjoyable entertainment as Jim reported all of the details of each of his encounters to the enraptured Sam.

When Sam had suggested that Jim join him working in the Harding family's large law practice in San Antonio rather than return to the small practice that awaited him in Vermont, he had been quick to opt for the State of Texas. His father had been extremely disappointed, expecting his son to ultimately take over his practice, particularly since he had paid all of Jim's college expenses.

Jim's response had been curt. "No way am I going to freeze my ass off in the boondocks of Vermont, trying to make a living out of settling boundary disputes, water rights and the other two-bit shit you handle. I'll make more in one year working for the Hardings than I would in ten working with you."

And that's how it had been. He had adapted to the Texas life style likes a duck to water. In a state where beautiful women abound, he had continued his hit and run tactics, scoring almost weekly and providing Sam with even more dazzling tales of wild sex. Sometimes he worried about Sam, telling him to get a life of his own, to find some willing young thing who would make him stops relying on Jim for his sexual kicks, albeit second hand ones.

It was to this end that he had suggested that they meet at Mad Michael's, a Tex-Mex style bar popular with San Antonio's young professional crowd. Usually there were large numbers of attractive young women to be found there, secretaries and clerks hoping to meet some of the well-to-do lawyers and computer wizards who enjoyed the bar for it's huge Margaritas and the Mariachi music provided by a trio of musicians, none of whom were younger then eighty.

Now, for some reason, Jim found himself reluctant to provide Sam with a blow-by-blow description of this latest conquest. For starters, he wasn't exactly sure who had seduced whom. In addition he had violated two of his major tenants; " Don't fuck with married women and don't shit where you eat."

He had noticed Sue Anne Johnson when she had first started working for Harding Associates as a legal secretary about three months ago. She was a breathtakingly beautiful blonde, a typical Texas girl, blue-eyed with a figure that would give a dead man an erection. However, unlike many of her counter-parts, she did not gush over and hang on every man that she encountered. In fact she was rather quiet and reserved, doing her work quietly and efficiently.

About a month previously Jim had started working with her on the complex paper work for a large shopping mall scheduled for construction near Kelly Air Force Base. After working closely together for several days, Sue Anne had finally talked a little about herself. She was married to a part-time rodeo cowboy named Billy-Bob or Joe-Bob, one of those double-barreled names of which Texans are so fond. No children yet. All though she spoke of Joe-Bob in glowing terms, Jim got the impression that the couple were dependent on Sue Anne's salary for survival.

Preparing the paperwork for the development was straight-forward, but time consuming. Consequently Jim had kept Sue Ann working late several evenings during the last month. Sam had immediately accused him of trying to get something going with her.

Jim had been adamant. "Look Sammy boy, you know how I feel about married women. They're trouble from the git-go especially one with a husband named Bubba-Bubba or what ever the hell it is. Thanks, but no thanks. Besides you know I don't believe in screwing women I have to work with."

But Sam had refused to believe him. "I know you, you're just like Grampa Harding's old herd bull. Every time one of the cows come into heat, he's right there to cover her. The rest of the time he doesn't want anything to do with them."

Jim had laughed at the comparison. So Sam thought he was like an old bull. Well maybe he was. Screw them and then move on to the next. "If I believed in re-incarnation, maybe I'll come back as a big old bull with a whole herd of cows just for my pleasure." he had told Sam.

Jim had kept Sue Anne late every evening earlier that week. On Monday and Tuesday she had seemed to be willing to put in the extra hours, but on Wednesday when he asked her to stay late again, she had seemed reluctant. "I really need to spend more time with Joe-Bob," she had said. "He's home alone all week and he gets lonesome." But Jim had been insistent so she had stayed.

Thursday morning when she came in to work, Sue Anne seemed distracted. She was even more quiet than usual. Finally, just before quitting time, he called her into his office and closed the door.

He handed her several sheets of paper, a deed which she had just prepared and in which he had found a number of mistakes. "Ok Sue Anne, what's the problem? It isn't like you to screw up so I know something is wrong."

To his surprise she burst into tears. "Oh Jim" she sobbed, "It's just that Joe-Bob wants me to quit my job here and I don't want to. Besides I have to work since he doesn't bring in much money."

"But why does he want you to quit?" Jim asked, baffled. "Well maybe it's my fault. I told him how nice you were to work for, how you always were real concerned about how things were going for me and all. He got real jealous and he says I can't work late with you any more. In fact he wants me to try to find another job right away and you know how hard it is to find a job if you quit for no real good reason." She hic-cupped.

"Shit!" Jim thought. "Maybe I'll have to be more careful about how I talk to the women around here." He didn't have any designs on Sue Anne or any of the other women at the office for that matter, it was just that he couldn't seem to talk with any female with out naturally being seductive.

He stepped around the desk and put his arm around Sue Anne's shoulders as he handed her his handkerchief. "Look, if I don't keep you after hours for the next few nights, maybe Joe Bob will get over being so jealous. That way you won't have to quit your job. And tell him I yelled at you for the mistakes you made."

Sue Anne looked up at him, her deep blue eyes shining with tears. Without thinking he bent his head and kissed her gently. She whimpered and snuggled close to him, her lips parting and her tongue searching for his.

"What the fuck am I doing?" he thought as he found himself kissing her even more deeply, dropping his hands to cup her full buttocks when her arms encircled his neck. She pressed hard against him as they both became more and more aroused, her pelvis grinding into his rapidly growing erection.

Jim reached behind his back, groping for the lock on the door. When he finally found it and had successfully barred the door against possible interruption, he resumed kissing Sue Anne.

As their passion grew in intensity, Sue Anne sagged back against his desk. Using both hands Jim worked her skirt up to her hips, then reached under it to tug her panty hose down to her knees. Sensing what he wanted, Sue Anne swept the papers off the desk. Never breaking the contact of their lips, Jim lifted her and sat her on the desk.

"Jesus" he thought, "this is just like that scene in The Postman Always Rings Twice when Jack Nicklson fucked Jessica Lange on the kitchen table." This was not the way he usually conducted his lovemaking, preferring a bed and long and involved foreplay.

He knelt and removed Sue Anne's shoes, then pulled off her panty hose. He gently spread her legs and kissed the furry patch between them, inhaling the hot musky smell of her sex. Sue Anne sucked in her breath, then lifted her hips to press herself more firmly against his questing lips. Finally she could stand no more and pulled him back to his feet, whimpering with her need for him.

Fully aroused now, Jim fumbled at his belt and zipper. As he dropped his trousers and shorts down around his ankles, he couldn't help but think about Sam's comparison of him to a bull. "First I smelled of her to see if she's ready for me just like an old bull would. Now, just like him, I'm ready to mount her." He entered her, slipping easily into her hot wetness. His thoughts quickly turned to their mutual satisfaction as he made love to her, calling on all his skills as a lover.

Afterwards they were both silent as they picked up the scattered papers, unwilling to discuss what had just occurred. Finally, after the office was in order and Sue Ann had slipped back into her panty hose and shoes, Jim unlocked the door. He turned to Sue Anne.

She looked at him and smiled. "You know, Joe Bob never made me--" She stopped as he grimaced.

"Sue Anne. I make it a practice to never get involved with a married woman or someone that I work with. I made a big mistake just now and I'm truly sorry for it, but this can't happen again. Maybe you should think about getting a job somewhere else. I'll be glad to recommend you." His words trickled off as she smiled at him.

"I don't want to think about that now, I only want to remember what just happened." She brushed her lips across his and was out the door before he could say anything more.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! What the hell was I thinking of?" He banged around the office for a few minutes, accomplishing nothing, before deciding to call it quits for the day.

As he left the building, he met Sam who looked at him quizzically. "I just met Sue Anne as she came out of your office. She looked kind of funny. What went on between you two. Got anything you want to tell your old Uncle Sam."

"Yeah. Fuck off!" Jim jumped into his car and drove off leaving Sam leering speculatively.

The following morning, shortly after Jim had arrived at work, Sue Anne stepped into his office, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. "I brought you some coffee Jim, but what I really came to tell you was that what happened last night was something very special for me. Joe Bob's the only one I ever had sex with before this. He certainly never made me feel like you did. I talked to my friend, Laura, last night and she said that it should be that way all the time but most men just don't think about how a woman feels. She said I was really lucky to have someone like you make love to me."

"Great" Jim thought. "Now she'll be recommending me to all her friends. All I need right now is to have it get around that I'm banging a married woman here at work."

"Look Sue Ann, I know that you have all kinds of warm feelings for me right now and, to be truthful, I have to admit that last night was pretty wonderful for me too." Jim's mind raced as he tried to figure what he could do to dampen Sue Anne's fires with out angering her to the point where she might bitch to one of the senior partners of the firm. "The best thing to do is to string her along for a little while until I can let her down real gently. Maybe I can even convince Sam to get his father to let her go." he thought. "Actually I wouldn't mind going a couple of more rounds with her before ending it. If I'm careful no one will ever get wise.

"We have to be very careful." he said to her, echoing his thoughts aloud. " We could get in a lot of trouble if we get caught. We could both loose our jobs and you are married after all. I really don't want to be named in a divorce action."

Sue Anne laughed delightedly. "Don't worry about Joe- Bob suing for divorce. He wouldn't want to loose his meal ticket. Besides he likes to show me off to all his dumb cowboy friends when we go out." In a more sober tone she added "I'm just another one of his trophies."

She turned and started out the door, then paused and turned back into the office. Extending a shapely leg she said "Look. No panty hose, it will make things easier later. Think about that!"

When she had left, Jim picked up the coffee she had brought him and sat back, slowly sipping it, his mind in a turmoil. Usually he was the one in control, but somehow Sue Anne seemed to have taken charge. He had better end this and quickly. With that thought in mind, he lifted the phone and dialed Sam's extension.

"Roomy" he said when Sam picked up. "Lets you and me get together tonight. We have to see about getting you a girlfriend or three or four so that you can tell me about all your scores for a change. Besides I need to talk to you about something else. I'll meet you at Mad Michael's about six.

Sam readily agreed, surprised at the unexpected offer of Jim's help in meeting women. He had often hinted that he could use some help from Jim when it came to meeting willing females, but had always been rebuffed in the past. Jim had always said that he wouldn't be a pimp for anyone, not even his best friend.