“Can I call you Bobby?”

          “Sure.”

          “I like how that sounds—Bobby.” She reached back and let her hair loose. The action was magical. She ran her hands through it. “And you can call me Lisa.”

          “Lisa,” I said.

          She opened her legs. The skirt was riding high and she wasn’t wearing underwear. There wasn’t a pubic hair on her. It looked so smooth.  Her pussy lips opened up and I saw, without a doubt, that she was wet.

          “Let’s seal our deal, attorney-client,” she said, and laughed. “Strictly confidential, if you know what I mean.”

          I couldn’t move.

          “What’s the matter?” she asked. She reached down and touched herself. “Don’t you want to fuck me, Bobby-boo?”

          Yes I did, oh yes I did, and without thinking, I went to her. I pushed her back onto the couch and kissed her. I shoved my hand between her legs and felt how hot and wet she was. I unzipped my pants and gave her the fuck she wanted—I wanted—right then and there.

          After, she stood and smoothed her skirt down. She walked back to her desk and sat.

          She said, “I’ll get a hearing date for the motion, you don’t need to be there. It’ll be an in-chambers thing. My secretary has the necessary paperwork ready for my retainer fee. You can pay by check or credit card. Any questions, Bobby?”

          “Well,” I said, “no.”

          “Good. I’ll be in touch. Have a nice day.”