THE ARRANGEMENT By Ryder
Odd how life turns out. As a big firm lawyer now doing pro bono work for the court I ran across an old girlfriend; well, actually I had hoped she would be my girlfriend in college.
Sally B was still gorgeous at 35 and I recognized her first and then when I said her name as she sat in my office she laughed and said, TIMMY. I couldn't ever forget that beautiful body, and I guess she couldn't forget a skinny, little geeky kid after all. Then we shared the usual old time stories. Who married, who divorced.
This gorgeous redhead with a great body that killed me in the back row of my history class dumped me after a few twisted dates for the chief stud in the school, Tyrone Dawkins. After that a year later she was going with one big black stud after another from the top ten football team.
I told her I was divorced for almost 5 years now from Sheila, and she paused, biting her full lip. I wondered why.
She wouldn't be in my office if she wasn't desperate because like most legal aid I don't have the budget or time to help anyone with more than the easiest problems.
'Um, Timmy, I know we went out, a couple of times, and I broke off."
"How could I forget?" I joked.
"No, I mean, well, you know I left college with Jumbo Washington."
'Yes, sure I knew that. I heard he almost went pro with the Miami Dolphins."
She winced a little, "yes, well, he was into other things besides football. And, well, before I go into my problems, I need to know if you think you can help me, you know, I mean, without carrying some grudge. Because I'd understand, believe me, I can go to some other office."
Good luck, I was thinking, but that's not what I said, because if I hadn't been stupid and got forced into this legal aid junk I'd be making 200 an hour. Legal Aid is mostly for law students and unemployable lawyers and dumbasses like me.
"Really, that's so far away and long ago. Come on, I'll tell you what; if I can't help you with what you got I'll recommend someone who can, okay?"
She looked at me and nodded, smiling then. "Great, um, well, it's kind of embarrassing for me to say this, but I came specifically to talk to you. I don't think anyone else could do it for me."
"Sounds intriguing." I was wondering what she was into by this time.
"And, well, a little embarassing, but I'm going to just lay it out."
"Go ahead." I don't care how long she took because I still loved being with her, looking at her gorgeous figure bursting out of her cleavage across my desk.
"I have some prostitution arrests in California. There."
My eyes widened but I just nodded, and she continued.
"And I have two kids in foster homes that I want to get custody of here in this state. Jumbo and I had them and he got into trouble, and so did I. And we split up long ago by the way."
Was that a possible opening for a come on I was thinking, hopefully?
"So you want help with a custody hearing?" I concluded. With Jumbo's record and hers that might be pretty tough.
"Well, um, I haven't finished. I have a new husband now, and yes, (smile) he's a great big black man, and he knows about everything I ever did but he doesn't have any money now because he's starting a business, and these aren't his kids so I don't want to burden him. But I can make a deal with the social worker who's going to testify for me. So that part I think is taken care of."
She paused then, and if she didn't need legal help then I'm wondering what was going on.
"And I quit hooking a long time ago and I don't really have any skills to get a regular job before the hearing in a couple months."
Uh oh, I'm thinking I'm going to be hit up for money, and she knows I'm a pushover for her. But my face remained blank, I hoped. She caught it anyway.
"I can see you think I'm going to beg for money. That's why I said I was married already, so you wouldn't think that."
"I didn't say anything."
"You didn't have to and I wouldn't blame you. I'm just walking in on you and it sounds like a personal thing, which I guess maybe it is."
I raised an eyebrow, and her cleavage was making me raise something else that I moved some files across the desk top to conceal.
"Well, I guess your'e wondering what this is about, so here goes. You know I can't go hooking out here, even if I wanted to, for this hearing."
"I understand, listen if you need a loan or something...."
She smiled, but shook her head, "I knew you'd offer and its very sweet, but I have a proposal of another sort."
"Okay, go ahead, but the offer still stands." She raised her palm and shook her head.
"Um, no thank you. All right, and I think we have a similar problem with our records. Timmy, I know why the judge is making you do legal aid as community service."
"Oh brother, did it hit the papers? I thought I did a good job hushing it up."
I got busted for a soliciting charge, misdemeanour, at a downtown hotel bar. And it was my third time picking a vice cop instead of a hooker.
"No, it's all right, I just happen to know because an old girlfriend of mine who was in the business in California with me moved here, and well, we were chatting last week and your name came up."
"Um, one of my clients?"
"Um, no,(smile) you're one of her clients."
"Oh, (I almost blushed) okay, I understand."
Wait a minute, now I'm wondering if this was blackmail? Nahhh, I told myself, you don't blackmail lawyers over a solicitation bust, that would be stupid. Lawyers go with hookers all over; who else would take us except for money. Who else would marry us except for money? And I'm making enough money now that I even get pitches from girls thinking of leaving the business, but Iv'e already gone through that with one marriage.
"Well, I know you want to know what the point is, but I was thinking, well, a couple of things. First, we have the same problem in a way. And second, you're the only white boy I ever went out with who didn't mind, well, going with me after my going with a black boy. You were always very nice to me, very sweet, and I would have continued seeing you if Tyrone didn't insist otherwise."
My face was getting a shade red because that part was humiliating and a little kinky too. And I'm wondering which prostitute I visited is her chatty little friend.
"I can't wait to hear the rest of this now." I only half joked.
She smiled, "I'm almost there and its kind of embarrassing for me too. You know, even though we ended up arguing about me dating Tyrone and breaking up; well, okay, I broke it up, yes, but I loved going out with you after being with him. And I've learned, well, in the trade, there's a market for that action. And now I learn you're spending a few thousand a month, just an educated guess, and I could get by with a fraction of that. So, why don't we come to some arrangement, along the lines of how we went out in college."
I had heard a lot of things but this one almost dropped my jaw and also raised my cock at the same time.
"I have to admit, it has a certain, well, symmetry, to it."
"Doesn't it?" she smiled. "When we went out I'd never have proposed this, but of course, now being in the trade and all, Iv'e heard things I doubt you'd even dream about and this is so simple actually."
"Wow." was all I could think of saying, that's how much I was still processing it.
"Of course," she raised a finger, "I want it to be up front, friendly and all, before you decide. My husband knows and approves of this, but he has some rules. But its kind of like our dating. You can please me, under my guidance, but I can't touch your, well, genitals."
"Your husband knows?"
"Yes, Darnell's father was a kind of pimp, so he knows the score, and while he doesn't do that, he still, like most black men, is kind of flattered by his wife having a white boy do that for his woman." I blushed at that.
"And," she smiled, standing up, "after all I don't want you to make any decision without knowing everything. I only want 25% of what you pay the girls, and of course I know what you pay, and second, well, you should inspect the goods after all. I haven't changed, too much, I don't think."
At that she undid several buttons on her dress, and slipped it down, and she was still drop-dead gorgeous, her breasts maybe swayed a little lower.
"If you're very sweet I might let you suck my nipples for a bit."
Ohmygosh, I sighed, licking my lips.
"And," she smiled, seeing my stare, "as far as what's waiting for you, my stud husband Darnell also has a brother he shares me with, and well, they are both super hung and super heavy cummers. They make love to me at least once a day each, sometimes at the same time."
Ohmygosh.
"And", she added lowering her white bikini panties, seeing her red wispy hair around her puffy clitoris and cunt lips I saw how wet and stained they were, "I will promise to wear satin panties afterwards to save it for you if we can meet soon afterwards."
"Y-you mean, you have..." I hoarsely indicated her crotch and she smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I made this appointment on purpose because I knew Darnell would pump me full of his seed just a little while ago. Didn't you notice the flush on my face?"
I hadn't, probably because I was looking at her boobs and butt like all male animals.
"Well, I don't suppose you take plastic any more."
"Timmy, this isn't a joke," she said, frowning and covering back up and I didn't want that, "it's very important to me to know."
"Of course, I agree," I hastily said, taking her hand to stop her from putting her clothes on. "I think it's a very sensible plan." I leaned forward to kiss her warm,soft belly, already detecting the fragrance from her pussy mixed with her perfume. She put her hand on the back of my neck.
"Oh, and I'm not allowed to give you an orgasm you know."
I moaned, imagine me not reading the fine print before signing up. This was getting more humiliating as it goes.
"But, Darnell did say if I thought you were extra sweet you could masturbate in front of me, if you like."
"Yes," I moaned, cupping her beautiful butt cheeks as she arched her pelvis to my upturned face as I knelt between her legs.
"And (Sigh) just one more thing, after I'm with a big black man, I do like to be really worshiped, everywhere." She turned her thong panty covered beautiful bottom to my face, and peeled down her damp panties and presented her gorgeous pink firm butt.
I moaned as I arched my face into her cheeks and she softly chuckled as she covered my face.
"And (giggle) I will take personal checks."
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Odd how life turns out. As a big firm lawyer now doing pro bono work for the court I ran across an old girlfriend; well, actually I had hoped she would be my girlfriend in college.
Sally B was still gorgeous at 35 and I recognized her first and then when I said her name as she sat in my office she laughed and said, TIMMY. I couldn't ever forget that beautiful body, and I guess she couldn't forget a skinny, little geeky kid after all. Then we shared the usual old time stories. Who married, who divorced.
This gorgeous redhead with a great body that killed me in the back row of my history class dumped me after a few twisted dates for the chief stud in the school, Tyrone Dawkins. After that a year later she was going with one big black stud after another from the top ten football team.
I told her I was divorced for almost 5 years now from Sheila, and she paused, biting her full lip. I wondered why.
She wouldn't be in my office if she wasn't desperate because like most legal aid I don't have the budget or time to help anyone with more than the easiest problems.
'Um, Timmy, I know we went out, a couple of times, and I broke off."
"How could I forget?" I joked.
"No, I mean, well, you know I left college with Jumbo Washington."
'Yes, sure I knew that. I heard he almost went pro with the Miami Dolphins."
She winced a little, "yes, well, he was into other things besides football. And, well, before I go into my problems, I need to know if you think you can help me, you know, I mean, without carrying some grudge. Because I'd understand, believe me, I can go to some other office."
Good luck, I was thinking, but that's not what I said, because if I hadn't been stupid and got forced into this legal aid junk I'd be making 200 an hour. Legal Aid is mostly for law students and unemployable lawyers and dumbasses like me.
"Really, that's so far away and long ago. Come on, I'll tell you what; if I can't help you with what you got I'll recommend someone who can, okay?"
She looked at me and nodded, smiling then. "Great, um, well, it's kind of embarrassing for me to say this, but I came specifically to talk to you. I don't think anyone else could do it for me."
"Sounds intriguing." I was wondering what she was into by this time.
"And, well, a little embarassing, but I'm going to just lay it out."
"Go ahead." I don't care how long she took because I still loved being with her, looking at her gorgeous figure bursting out of her cleavage across my desk.
"I have some prostitution arrests in California. There."
My eyes widened but I just nodded, and she continued.
"And I have two kids in foster homes that I want to get custody of here in this state. Jumbo and I had them and he got into trouble, and so did I. And we split up long ago by the way."
Was that a possible opening for a come on I was thinking, hopefully?
"So you want help with a custody hearing?" I concluded. With Jumbo's record and hers that might be pretty tough.
"Well, um, I haven't finished. I have a new husband now, and yes, (smile) he's a great big black man, and he knows about everything I ever did but he doesn't have any money now because he's starting a business, and these aren't his kids so I don't want to burden him. But I can make a deal with the social worker who's going to testify for me. So that part I think is taken care of."
She paused then, and if she didn't need legal help then I'm wondering what was going on.
"And I quit hooking a long time ago and I don't really have any skills to get a regular job before the hearing in a couple months."
Uh oh, I'm thinking I'm going to be hit up for money, and she knows I'm a pushover for her. But my face remained blank, I hoped. She caught it anyway.
"I can see you think I'm going to beg for money. That's why I said I was married already, so you wouldn't think that."
"I didn't say anything."
"You didn't have to and I wouldn't blame you. I'm just walking in on you and it sounds like a personal thing, which I guess maybe it is."
I raised an eyebrow, and her cleavage was making me raise something else that I moved some files across the desk top to conceal.
"Well, I guess your'e wondering what this is about, so here goes. You know I can't go hooking out here, even if I wanted to, for this hearing."
"I understand, listen if you need a loan or something...."
She smiled, but shook her head, "I knew you'd offer and its very sweet, but I have a proposal of another sort."
"Okay, go ahead, but the offer still stands." She raised her palm and shook her head.
"Um, no thank you. All right, and I think we have a similar problem with our records. Timmy, I know why the judge is making you do legal aid as community service."
"Oh brother, did it hit the papers? I thought I did a good job hushing it up."
I got busted for a soliciting charge, misdemeanour, at a downtown hotel bar. And it was my third time picking a vice cop instead of a hooker.
"No, it's all right, I just happen to know because an old girlfriend of mine who was in the business in California with me moved here, and well, we were chatting last week and your name came up."
"Um, one of my clients?"
"Um, no,(smile) you're one of her clients."
"Oh, (I almost blushed) okay, I understand."
Wait a minute, now I'm wondering if this was blackmail? Nahhh, I told myself, you don't blackmail lawyers over a solicitation bust, that would be stupid. Lawyers go with hookers all over; who else would take us except for money. Who else would marry us except for money? And I'm making enough money now that I even get pitches from girls thinking of leaving the business, but Iv'e already gone through that with one marriage.
"Well, I know you want to know what the point is, but I was thinking, well, a couple of things. First, we have the same problem in a way. And second, you're the only white boy I ever went out with who didn't mind, well, going with me after my going with a black boy. You were always very nice to me, very sweet, and I would have continued seeing you if Tyrone didn't insist otherwise."
My face was getting a shade red because that part was humiliating and a little kinky too. And I'm wondering which prostitute I visited is her chatty little friend.
"I can't wait to hear the rest of this now." I only half joked.
She smiled, "I'm almost there and its kind of embarrassing for me too. You know, even though we ended up arguing about me dating Tyrone and breaking up; well, okay, I broke it up, yes, but I loved going out with you after being with him. And I've learned, well, in the trade, there's a market for that action. And now I learn you're spending a few thousand a month, just an educated guess, and I could get by with a fraction of that. So, why don't we come to some arrangement, along the lines of how we went out in college."
I had heard a lot of things but this one almost dropped my jaw and also raised my cock at the same time.
"I have to admit, it has a certain, well, symmetry, to it."
"Doesn't it?" she smiled. "When we went out I'd never have proposed this, but of course, now being in the trade and all, Iv'e heard things I doubt you'd even dream about and this is so simple actually."
"Wow." was all I could think of saying, that's how much I was still processing it.
"Of course," she raised a finger, "I want it to be up front, friendly and all, before you decide. My husband knows and approves of this, but he has some rules. But its kind of like our dating. You can please me, under my guidance, but I can't touch your, well, genitals."
"Your husband knows?"
"Yes, Darnell's father was a kind of pimp, so he knows the score, and while he doesn't do that, he still, like most black men, is kind of flattered by his wife having a white boy do that for his woman." I blushed at that.
"And," she smiled, standing up, "after all I don't want you to make any decision without knowing everything. I only want 25% of what you pay the girls, and of course I know what you pay, and second, well, you should inspect the goods after all. I haven't changed, too much, I don't think."
At that she undid several buttons on her dress, and slipped it down, and she was still drop-dead gorgeous, her breasts maybe swayed a little lower.
"If you're very sweet I might let you suck my nipples for a bit."
Ohmygosh, I sighed, licking my lips.
"And," she smiled, seeing my stare, "as far as what's waiting for you, my stud husband Darnell also has a brother he shares me with, and well, they are both super hung and super heavy cummers. They make love to me at least once a day each, sometimes at the same time."
Ohmygosh.
"And", she added lowering her white bikini panties, seeing her red wispy hair around her puffy clitoris and cunt lips I saw how wet and stained they were, "I will promise to wear satin panties afterwards to save it for you if we can meet soon afterwards."
"Y-you mean, you have..." I hoarsely indicated her crotch and she smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I made this appointment on purpose because I knew Darnell would pump me full of his seed just a little while ago. Didn't you notice the flush on my face?"
I hadn't, probably because I was looking at her boobs and butt like all male animals.
"Well, I don't suppose you take plastic any more."
"Timmy, this isn't a joke," she said, frowning and covering back up and I didn't want that, "it's very important to me to know."
"Of course, I agree," I hastily said, taking her hand to stop her from putting her clothes on. "I think it's a very sensible plan." I leaned forward to kiss her warm,soft belly, already detecting the fragrance from her pussy mixed with her perfume. She put her hand on the back of my neck.
"Oh, and I'm not allowed to give you an orgasm you know."
I moaned, imagine me not reading the fine print before signing up. This was getting more humiliating as it goes.
"But, Darnell did say if I thought you were extra sweet you could masturbate in front of me, if you like."
"Yes," I moaned, cupping her beautiful butt cheeks as she arched her pelvis to my upturned face as I knelt between her legs.
"And (Sigh) just one more thing, after I'm with a big black man, I do like to be really worshiped, everywhere." She turned her thong panty covered beautiful bottom to my face, and peeled down her damp panties and presented her gorgeous pink firm butt.
I moaned as I arched my face into her cheeks and she softly chuckled as she covered my face.
"And (giggle) I will take personal checks."
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