Naked Legal Ch. 03: Jake's Team

CHAPTER 3: JAKE'S TEAM

The times that followed proved to be both surprising and not surprising. I found it surprising how I could become engrossed in the details of a case or client information at my desk or even sometimes while in consultation with one of the other members of the team. But, it was also not surprising how a simple touch by one of them or catching one of them with a lingering gaze upon my exposed body would cause me to instantly become aroused. And, though I could frequently focus around that arousal, the evidence of it would be shown on my body through a flushed response in my skin, erect nipples, or a moist spot left on a chair when I got up to leave. The other indicators of my arousal were like a tease, but the damp marks left on chairs were like a neon flashing advertisement.

As time passed, my workload was increased very quickly from reviewing files and cases (current and past) to active involvement. As my workload increased, I found the sexual interruptions decreased... somewhat. The first couple of days it was like I was being ravaged by everyone. Mr. Franklin confided in me while I was again under his desk sucking his cock while he worked that my heavy use initially was to get everyone past the timid, awkward stage of the new arrangement. And, it had worked. Even if I wasn't constantly being ravaged all day, anymore, I was frequently touched intimately and open discussions were held about what necklaces set off my breasts best or if my pussy should be completely cleaned or a thin patch of trimmed hair might be left above it. They always liked for me to open my legs for that consideration, but they always ended up agreeing I should remain completely clean.

Recent discussions began revolving around possible piercings of my body, which resulted in the close handling of my nipples, clit hood, and pussy lips. Mr. Franklin assured me any body modifications like that would be entirely up to me. Of course, those assurances generally came while I was sucking his cock, too.

There would be several days in a row when I spent my sexual time sucking them while they worked and that included Marjorie, too. That allowed the office to be more effective while still receiving satisfaction. It took away from my effectiveness in the office, but that was dependent on the measurement used. My effectiveness at the office might be high in terms of pleasure provided or low in terms of work completed. The time I spent in the office slowly increased to compensate for the diversion of pleasing the office.

The days when I was relegated to providing oral pleasure left me unsatisfied, though. The combination of taking my office-mates to noisy orgasms, being naked, and being frequently touched and teased left me wanting for my own pleasure release. Several times, Mr. Franklin exerted his control onto me further by prohibiting me from pleasuring myself. The sexual tension within me would build up to a fever point until they would use me in a mini-gangbang at the end of the day, leaving me exhausted and limp, but finally content.

* * * * *

Jake invited me out for some clubbing. I had been with the firm for a couple months and everyone in the firm was very close, especially with me. I had been quietly away from the office with Marjorie, Mark, and Jake before, though, those times were generally for a dinner followed by some quiet one-to-one time together.

Sex was a big part of my relationship with all of them but I didn't regret that or blame them for sex eventually being a part of any time anyone got together with me. I had discovered just how big a part of my very being sex really was. Before, I had the feeling that sex was a perverted outlet for release from all the pretending I was doing in my life. I came to realized through the office that sex was not just a release, sex was a part of me that once revealed in all its glory openly was a big part of me, maybe even an equal part of me. Which wasn't to say I didn't take my legal duties seriously or work at the social connections to understand the others. I did all that with great relish and very possibly because I was being so fulfilled in this current life I was able to give back to them fully in every way.

In quiet alone times, I frequently tried to make sense out of what happened to me and how it all worked out to allow me to feel so worthwhile and fulfilled. Rationally, it didn't make a lot of sense that being given a choice of practicing law without a license if I embarrassed myself in the office with nudity and sexual availability should give me that feeling of contentment. Rationally, being able to practice law again by demeaning myself might give me some satisfaction but be accompanied by resentment that would continue to build within me. Or, if the resentment didn't build, it might take away my feeling of worth and personal value.

Those rational considerations, though, could only consider what someone else might feel, but certainly not me. My office life was not embarrassing, humiliating, or demeaning. Why wasn't it? Who could know? I might try to understand why it wasn't, but why bother when it was what made me content and happy and fulfilled. I would sit in my nice apartment across the street from the office and smile at the reflection of myself in the expansive windows in the darkness of night. I was often in nothing but an elegant, sheer negligee with a glass of wine lounging in a chair in the living room facing the windows. The apartment I didn't have to vacate, after all. Wearing a negligee I was told to expense because it might come in handy at some point, though it hadn't... not yet.

A smile would always grow on my face at some point in the musing, too. Every time. Because, inevitably, those musings would find the fingers of my free hand caressing a breast through the opening of the lovely gown. And, those same fingers would always find their way meandering down my body with my legs naturally uncrossing to explore my always wet pussy.

Jake's invitation was different. Jake didn't suggest a quiet one-on-one evening. He suggested something more noisy and active. He wanted to take me to his favorite club, live music, dancing, nightclub atmosphere. I admitted it sounded like fun and he guaranteed it. He said there was one problem with it, though, and that was he needed to meet with his associates, but if I was willing to take a cab to the club, he would take care of my every wish and need after I arrived. That was too enticing to pass up.

* * * * *

"Did you do it?" The meeting of associates was with the two men he had served with in the service and at the security company. They were now freelancing on their own and also on retainer to Jake and the firm.

"Yeah, man, like we said we would. It wasn't even that hard."

"Yeah, we thought we might be able to intimidate someone along the way, but no such luck."

They both laughed, "Who knew these gangbang parties would be so cooperative." Jake just gazed at them trying to remain patient to get the information. "Okay, so this organizer has a pretty cool system setup. He gets signatures of all participants to document age and consent while marking off identification in case of any kind of suit later on. He's especially careful of the women participants but does it for everyone."

Jake thought about it, "Was it his video that went to the disbarment hearing?"

"No, that was the deal. The organizer was kind of pissed because the woman didn't accept being filmed with her face showing. Someone screwed up on his end. When that happens, they normally give the participant something to cover the eyes to hide their face but allow for oral access. In this case, she rejected it, but nobody caught it at the time. So, his film hasn't been released, yet. He's forced to go frame by frame to blur her face wherever it appears."

"Yeah, he said he almost trashed the video but decided it was too good. You've seen it, right? She's really something."

Jake ignored that, "So, where did the video come from?"

"Well, that was the deal. We thought the leaked video came from the guy somehow, but it didn't. So, we pushed him. Who else was videoing, then?"

"He knew immediately and when he started talking we knew we had the guys. He remembered these three guys who didn't really fit with the crowd that usually signs up for these things. He described them as arrogant, self-important, yuppy types."

"Lawyers, right?"

"Yeah, who better to take video to get another lawyer in trouble than other lawyers."

"So, we pushed on those guys. Though this organizer was busy filming himself, he remembered those three have a great time between themselves, laughing and commenting on the woman. He said he saw them using a phone capturing the action several times, though it was not supposed to be allowed."

Jake asked, "Why didn't he take it away, then."

"Jake, the guy makes money organizing gangbangs and filming it for the internet. This isn't a place where high ethics is practiced."

"Bottom line..."

"We tracked them down by contacting some of the other participants. There were several who had good recollection and weren't happy about the vibe they gave off. You know... everyone was there to fuck a woman's brains out and these three were on some kind of a trip of their own. As you said, bottom line, we got their names and contact information from the organizer, tracked them down, located their offices, and photographed them. We'll have the final report in your email box tomorrow morning. Anything else you need?"

Jake was all smiles, "No. Thanks. This means a lot to me."

"We figured as much. How did this become personal, man?"

Jake didn't get the chance to answer that question directly.

* * * * *

I walked into the club and felt more than a little intimidated. It had been forever since I had ventured into any place like this. And, I was already attracting attention because of the way I was dressed.

I had asked Jake how I should dress for the evening. He put it off that this was after-hours, I could do what I wanted. I told him I wanted to make him happy at which he said I always did and we both laughed. But then he relented and suggested, only suggested, the shortest, full skirt I owned with a semi-sheer, form-fitting blouse. He got his wish exactly after I rushed out to buy just the outfit he described. With it, I added lace-trimmed thigh-highs combined with a matching lace thong and bra. The skirt barely covered the lace of the stockings when I stood.

I spotted Jake in a booth on the opposite side of the entrance near the empty dance floor. Either the band was on break or had not started for the evening. He hadn't noticed me so I walked toward him, noticing the two men sitting opposite him in the booth. Apparently, the meeting went long.

"Am I too early?" They must have been in a deep discussion because I was standing next to the table and took them all by surprise.

Jake recovered quickly, though. He slid out from the booth and took me around the shoulders with a feeling he was suddenly wanting to protect me. He introduced me to his two associates and explained how they knew each other. Tim and Blake. Just first names. They slid out of the booth, too. I shook hands with each of them and I could see by the looks between them that they were dying to say something, but were resisting.

"Okay, listen... you guys take a few minutes and finish up. I'll go in search of some wine." They thanked me and I wound my way through the milling crowd to the bar, half expecting to be felt up with each step.

* * * * *

After I had turned from the booth and stepped away, Jake's friends blurted it out, "She's the one! Jake, she's the one in the video. Damn, I think she's hotter in person."

"True, but she is also a new member of our office team and a brilliant legal mind. You might want to watch your lawyer jokes when she returns."

They looked at each other, then gave Jake knowing smiles. "That's why this is personal. You've gotten to know her and you like her. She might have done the things that got her into ethics or moral trouble, but it was those three who took advantage of it and reported it."

"Yes. Another little note is that where they all work is the same law office where she used to work and was the rising star in the firm."

"Wow... so office politics and jealousy rear their ugly heads." Shaking his head, Blake added, "How many times do we see people doing stupid things because of career greed and manipulation." They all nodded. "Lucky we have such simple aspirations, huh?" This time they laughed.

* * * * *

"Well, it looks like you got through the heavy stuff." Jim and Blake started to get up but I stopped them and suggested they join us for a bit longer. "Jake and I thought it would be nice to get to know each other a little better." I gave Jake a wicked smile and winked at the other two, "And, nobody can shine a light on someone like their friends." Jake appeared nervous and the other two laughed at that while promising to behave and not let out too many secrets.

Joining us for another drink turned into much more. The band started up and the dancers came out in force. Not that I was ever much of a dancer, but Jake had me out there with him in short order to a mix of fast, sexy, and slow numbers. The band was excellent at mixing the tempo and the energy. After a few tunes, Blake came out and cut-in, followed by Tim. After several rotations, I had to call a timeout to rest. Unlike them, I had been dancing non-stop.

We talked and shared. I learned, mostly through the teasing they gave each other, that this was a small group with more in common than being three large and strong black men.

The band started the next set with a slow number to get a few dancers out to the floor. Jake led me out with him. He was a pretty good dancer because I knew I wasn't but he had me looking adequate out there. I looked up at him, "They're more than friends and associates to you, aren't they?"

He pulled me in close to avoid my eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Big macho guys can't stand someone seeing that, huh?"

He sighed. I felt his chest deflate with the release of air from his lungs and his hands tensed just before they relaxed and slid over my body. "Pretty smart, aren't you?" I nodded. He turned us and I caught sight of the booth and the other two watching us and sharing something between them. "Yeah... it can happen if you are lucky enough, I guess. We served two combat tours together. We saved each other's butts just enough times to make it back home. We went into private security work together initially, then I moved on, but if any of us needed ANYTHING, the others would be there without question."

I looked back up at him, "Was that what this job was? Did you need something? You needed something you couldn't go out and get for some reason?"

He looked deeply into my penetrating eyes, then pulled me back into his chest. "Yes. I needed something. Very personal." I nodded. That was all there was going to be, so I nodded, not to my understanding but to my acceptance.

I spoke quietly into his chest, "Do you want to share me with them?"

He stopped us on the floor and held me a foot away, "I didn't invite you here to do that."

"I didn't and don't think that. But, I did think we would enjoy more of the evening after the club. I think you did, too. I was just thinking that we've been drinking, getting to know each other, and having fun. Now I understand how close you guys are so I just thought..."

He studied me. "Would you?"

I smiled coyly, "Only if you ask." I reached up and kissed him. "When you guys came back from a Special Operation, did you ever find a woman to share?" He shook his head, no. "Ever get drunk and talk about it?" He got a nervous, guilty look and gazed over my shoulder to the booth.

He nodded as the music shifted faster and louder and he nearly had to yell, "More than a few times."

I stopped us and pulled his head to mine, "Show them what's going to happen. Make my short skirt fly up. Show them and the club my bare butt and thong."

He did, too. He twirled me and swung me from side to side and my skirt was up as much as not. I was reveling in the feeling of exposure and pleasing him. The following dances with Tim and Blake were preceded by very brief comments between them and Jake. The dances themselves became much more intimate. Their hands found their way to my bare ass cheeks and a couple of blouse buttons were opened to expose more of my bra underneath.

Within an hour, my eyes and body were blazing with lust. In desperation, I told Jake we were leaving or I was going to grab the first three guys I could and take them back to my apartment. He laughed, then wondered given what he knew about me if I was really kidding. To his credit, though, he didn't wait to figure out the answer. He paid the bar tab and we were gone in separate vehicles but meeting at his place.

The others were right behind us all the way. At one point I took off my seatbelt and dipped my head into his lap.

"What are doing?"

I giggled, "Teasing them." He laughed.

We all pulled into the driveway at the same time. I was headed to the front door of his house when he stopped me on the front lawn. He pulled me into him and kissed me deeply, his hands cupping my ass cheeks and pulling me tightly into him. We kissed a long time, then he handed me to the closest man. I went from one to the other. Somewhere along the way, I felt fingers working the clasp and zipper of the skirt. When it dropped to the grass, I started to protest but my mouth was smothered by another set of lips.

Hands wound between our bodies and the buttons of my blouse were being undone. I moaned into the mouth I was kissing. They were stripping me on the front lawn. My bra followed and my thong quickly after that. They all stepped away from me and I was facing the quiet street. I looked in both directions and found nothing moving, only dark homes.

Jake came up behind me, his hands cupping my breasts, "I live in a quiet, peaceful neighborhood and it is way past their bedtimes. Exciting, though, isn't it."

I turned and face them. "Someone grab my clothes, I need to be fucked."

Jake moved fast to open the door before I got their and I trusted I wouldn't be searching the front yard for my clothes in the morning. Once inside, I kicked off my shoes and peeled the stocking down my legs. I was completely naked with three men scrambling to catch up to my state of dress.

Jake led us further into the house to his bedroom. The whole house had the feel of a man. A house that hadn't been subject to the tastes of a woman since perhaps the previous owner. The bedroom was almost spartan with few decorations but the bed was huge, certainly a king-size.

With three impressive naked men awkwardly standing around me, I couldn't help but make the same evaluation of them that at least Tim and Blake were making of me. I was already very familiar with Jake's strongly toned body and I found the other two were similarly shaped. Tim was slightly smaller, but only slightly. Both shared with Jake the kind of body composition that consisted of low body fat and muscles that gave the impression of large-sized, imposing men. My inflamed body and lusting eyes were greedily captivated by the sight that Jake wasn't the only one with impressive manhood.

I had them sit at the foot of the bed in a line. They instinctively opened their legs and the three cocks began rising in anticipation of what the rest of the night was going to have in store for them. I leaned into Jake and kissed him deeply and whispered into his ear.

"Thank you, Jake." He whispered back what happened to 'sir'. "We're not in the office." He said they should be thanking me and I assured him they would be. He chuckled, then I asked if he had any lubrication handy. He smiled and his smile grew wider.