Naked Legal Ch. 04: Trap Set Sprung

CHAPTER 4: TRAP SET AND SPRUNG

"What's going on in there?" I stopped at Marjorie's office to say good morning when I saw Jake and Mark together with Mr. Franklin in his office.

She came out to the door and joined me in a fruitless attempt to garner any information by staring at them through the open door. They were involved in some heavy discussion.

"I have no idea. They were in there when I arrived about 10 minutes ago. It looks serious, though." She turned from them to appraise my appearance. She stepped back and looked me up and down. "I like it."

"You think it'll be okay?" This morning I decided I would try something different from the norm for my undressing for the office. I had adhered to the written word of the contract section, NAKED LEGAL, which stated: I was to remain naked, except for stocking, heels, and jewelry while in the offices. I thought it might be fun to throw some variety into it. Today, aside from my leather briefcase, I included a sheer white baby doll negligee. The gown tied in front just below my ample breasts, which allowed the bodice to gap open as I moved and the rest of the gown opened to the bottom hem. The gap in front was about six inches at the bottom and the hem barely reached the bottom of my ass when I stood erect. Without the sheer panties, my pussy was clearly exposed, not that the sheer material did much to cover my breasts and nipples.

I did a poor pirouette by spinning slowly on one foot. She laughed, "I like the bare feet, too. It's wonderful, very playful, and still fulfilling the intention of being naked." She stepped up to me and I kissed her on the lips. The entire office had become very intimate beyond the overt sex play.

I had to admit being a bit nervous about making the change on my own and I was relieved that Marjorie like it. It was our norm to greet each other first thing in the morning and the last thing at night. I debated about interrupting whatever the guys were discussing as I approached Mr. Franklin's office on the way to my own. As I came to the doorway I could see inside clearly and they were in a concentrated discussion of some kind, but I decided to just stop and greet them.

I stuck my body into the doorway without entering, "Morning, guys. I don't want to interrupt, I'll catch up with you later." I turned, but Mr. Franklin's voice stopped me.

"Grace, wait... good morning, dear." The others gave me similar greetings and turned to make eye contact. It was Mr. Franklin who continued, "Sorry to push that case motion on you, but did you make progress on it last night?"

"Yes, Sir. I finished it. We can review it whenever you are free."

"Excellent! Sorry, again, for disrupting your evening."

"Not at all, Sir. Just part of the job."

He smiled. He had expressed concern several times about my hours, which were in no small part because of the sexual activities I would be asked to perform for any of them during the day. I saw his eyes, and those of Mark and Jake, travel up and down my body taking in my choice of outfit.

"I like your outfit, Grace. What do you guys think?" They agreed enthusiastically. "You're still visible and very much easily available to touch or more." I giggled. "Excellent. Just for the fun of it, let's sit down and figure out some revision to your contract." I giggled, again. The idea of a contract that restricted my clothing and stipulated my sexual services still seemed crazy. A craziness, though, that still turned my pussy into a glistening sexual organ anticipating use. I turned with a saucy sway to my hips in line with the door to tease them as I headed to my own office.

* * * * *

"Damn, I love that woman!" It was Jake's exclamation that caused Mr. Franklin to consider his rough and tumble associate. "Oh, you know what I mean... I think we all, including Marjorie, feel the same way." They all nodded.

Mark continued the expression of feeling, "Her every action with us is a representation of something that has fulfilled a dream for her. I mean, what she is expected to do here should be crazy... impossible... but she seems to revel in it."

"I agree," Mr. Franklin continued, "I had a feeling about her from the start, but she is all-in. She is as dedicated to the legal work as her reputation indicated."

"And, she genuinely is excited about the other stuff," Jake added.

Mark laughed, "Yeah... and she's sweet in the process."

Jake gazed through the door as the naked vision turned into the office, "Which is all the more reason I'd like to crucify those three on the front plaza of the courthouse."

Mr. Franklin chuckled, "No crucifying. If for no other reason, the courthouse would have cameras recording it all."

Mark looked at each and was instantly very serious, "What if I hacked into the CCTV system and created a loop..."

Mr. Franklin, sensing the conversation taking a dangerous turn, pulled them back to the task. "No crucifying. I have a better, more lasting idea." The other three waited. The meeting so far had been a summary of what Jake's guys had found about the men who had turned in the evidence for the disbarment charges. That they turned out to be attorneys from the same firm started Mr. Franklin thinking.

"Excellent work, Jake! So, we're agreed that the leaked video was edited and that alone is tampering with evidence. And, you two are convinced they would still have the original version?"

Jake laughed in a very nasty way, "They wouldn't be able to help themselves. They'd want to be able to go back and relive it, again and again. They'd want to see themselves doing it to her. Remember, she was the rising star, the presumed next Partner, and they were just attorneys meeting expectations, nothing significant about them. I'm betting each one saved a copy on their laptop or phone."

Mr. Franklin turned to Mark, "Do you have enough to perform your wizardry?"

"Yes. Jake got their names, phone numbers, workplace, and home addresses. All I have to do is be nearby when they connect to a WIFI and have them connected long enough that I can..."

Mr. Franklin laughed and held up his hand, "I think it best that Grace and I don't know in case we are ever asked." The group laughed. Although the laugh might have been mirthful, the looks on the three faces were similar to what they might have been if they had just laid out plans for proceeding with the crucifixion idea.

* * * * *

"What's gotten into you two today?" I was lying on top of Jake whose cock was softening inside my pussy. They had removed my baby doll earlier and we were all naked. I lay on Jake who was spread on the couch in my office. Mark had just pulled out of my ass and was sitting cross-legged on the plush rug. They had just finished with a truly inspired double-penetration.

"What do you mean?" Jake asked the question with an innocence that belied his facial reaction. I sat upon his hips to look back and forth at the two of them. We no longer showed any concern for being fully exposed to the rest of the office through my glass-enclosed office and we comfortably lounged. Jake looked at Mark and he shrugged his shoulders, also with a show of innocence.

"That was like making love to me. Don't get me wrong, it felt REALLY good, but it lacked the hurried fuck we usually engage in here."

Jake continued to try to deflect my question, "A DP that felt like being made love to?"

I laughed and playfully swatted the flat slabs of black muscle on his chest. "Yes! It's always wonderful and I am hooked on this life with you all. But, yes, it was wonder... explosive..." I leaned down to kiss Jake, then to the side to kiss Mark. "But, yes, it was gentle and loving... even as a DP."

Jake and Mark exchanged glances and I was surprised it was Mark who ultimately responded. "Maybe we just realize how important you are to us."

I melted. I leaned further over to pull Mark into my arms and in the process Jake's softening cock slipped from the grasp of my pussy. I then hugged Jake. I was overwhelmed. What a crazy way to find a place where belonging was real.

* * * * *

Days later, I sat at the conference table with everyone else but I was fidgeting awkwardly while we waited for Mr. Franklin to end his phone call. It was his meeting. My fidgeting, though, was due to a very strange sense of discomfort... I was fully dressed in the office. Mr. Franklin had made a point of instructing me to put on all my clothes for this meeting. It seemed too strange as I retreated to the small isolated reception space to pull up my panties, clip my bra in place, and pull on my skirt and blouse, then not leave but return to the office. The others seemed to be just as taken by my appearance among them, too. Although we spent enough time away from the office when I was dressed, this was different.

He finally broke away from the phone and joined us, apologizing for the delay. He explained the reason for the meeting as the most effective way for the team to come to an understanding of a situation and to arrive at a mutually acceptable agreement. As I was completely in the dark, I assumed the others would be, too. But, looking around the table, Marjorie was the only one also looking around confused. She and I settled our gaze on each other and shrugged our shoulders.

Mr. Franklin then launched into a presentation he had clearly spent some effort preparing. He explained how Jake had come to him with a proposal that would be off the books: determining how what happened to me with the Bar had occurred. I straightened up and focused my gaze on Jake.

"It didn't make any sense to me, Grace. It just bothered the hell out of me. We all saw the video. There are heavy shadows, bad lighting, and grainy. How did someone make the connection to you? The only way any of us recognized you was because we already knew it was you."

Mr. Franklin explained what Jake and his associates had found. So that was the job they were helping Jake with. He detailed the events and actions that led to having sufficient information for Mark to assist in the investigation. I looked at Mark.

"You mean, hack? Did you hack into their computers and phones? That's not legal evidence." Mark looked nervous, not used to having me appear unhappy with him so I apologized and turned my attention to Mr. Franklin.

"We don't need to worry about the legality of it. For one thing, they didn't worry about it and, for another thing, I don't think it will be used in court." He described the video Mark found, then cued Mark and it appeared on the large flat-screen at the end of the table. "I don't suggest that we need to see this again, but there are some differences between this copy and what was leaked to the Bar."

He cued Mark and it fast-forwarded. Mark did it several times and each time he was stopping at a scene that was not in the other version and these scenes showed faces of men.

"I know those guys. We were at the same firm. Are you saying..."

Mr. Franklin, "We are. These three were at that last gangbang. Not only that, but they took this video. It's not surprising you didn't notice them at the event, either. What was learned is that when you marked on the agreement form that you didn't want your face shown, it was missed by the organizer. To use the video he took, he had to go through it and blur your face from each frame. It was weeks AFTER you were disbarred that the official video was released after correction. This grainy one was taken with a phone and those three passed the phone back and forth to capture it."

Mark jumped in, "You can see, Grace, how pleased they were with themselves at how they were screwing you literally and anticipating it figuratively later."

Mr. Franklin added, "Jealousy of a successful woman passing them by. They had all been in the firm well before you, right?" I nodded.

Marjorie softly added, "The wounded ego of hapless males. Obviously, present company excluded." Everybody smiled at that.

I looked around the table. "Thanks, guys, but after all this... what?"

"That's up to you, dear."

Mark jumped in, "Jake suggested three crucifixions on the courthouse grounds."

I laughed. It was a good tension breaker until I looked at Jake and saw that it was probably true. "Violence has its appeal. So does giving them a taste of their own medicine." I shook my head more. "I don't want to go to the Bar Association with this and have everyone know I was that petty."

Mr. Franklin said, "Good because I have a much better and satisfying idea." He laid his idea out for everyone. They all watched me because I would have a starring role in his game and it would have to be a good performance. The last time they screwed me in multiple ways; this time I could have my chance in multiple ways. I agreed.

Then, if I thought we were past the serious part, I was wrong. "I wanted Grace to be dressed in the office for this meeting for two reasons. One, I wanted her to possibly feel like the old Grace before all this happened to make her decision of how to proceed. I have to say, dear, I am proud of you. Then, two, I want to suggest something to her and you all. Because of what happened but what I knew of her as an attorney, I presented an absurd employment option to you, Grace. And, you have made the time here the most unique, professional, and satisfying as a result." He looked around the table. "Grace, you've done everything asked of you with professionalism in the legal work and complete charm and willingness in the other." There were smirks and chuckles around the table. But, I waited intently. "I am proposing that we rewrite your contract to delete the section on NAKED LEGAL." He asked for a show of hands of agreement and the others slowly raised their hands.

Jake's voice broke the ensuing quiet, "Wait a minute. That's fine. I always thought of it as consensual. But, boss, are you saying you WANT to make this change or it's up to Grace?"

He looked at me, "Up to Grace. You've been through plenty, dear, enough to send most attorneys into a long depression to lose what they strove for. I thought you might be tired of all this and maybe desire something more normal."

I looked everyone in the eyes. I could see they were all just projecting support and understanding. I stood up, my fingers beginning to work the buttons on my blouse. "Who among you has any interest in my arrangement in the firm to be changed?" Smiles formed on their faces, including Mr. Franklin. Nobody raised their hand. I slid the blouse off, dropping it on the table. I began unhooking my bra. "Who among you has no desire to see my body naked every day?" I held the loosened bra in place as I scanned the faces. Still nobody. I let the bra fall down my arms and dropped it on top of the blouse. I reached behind my waist and loosen and unzip my short skirt and began pushing it down over my hips. "Who among you doesn't want me to give you oral pleasure?" I didn't even scan the faces as my hands pushed my panties off my hips and I stepped out of them. "Anyone not interested in fucking me?"

I leaned over the table and Jake appeared at my butt with his pants loosened. I looked up at Mr. Franklin. He had his answer and I truly believed he was finally satisfied this was what I wanted. And, what I wanted was all four of them fucking me, which was possible since Marjorie bought a strap-on to be used at the office.

* * * * *

It was about two weeks later and a lot had transpired, not the least of which was that I was gangbanged, again, though, this time I was not as enthusiastic and excited about it. I was again told to be dressed in the office and I chose a business dress I often used for courtroom appearances. This was going to be the day. I waited in my office going over a current case, just as I had been requested. I was trying really hard not to peer around the office wondering what was happening.

* * * * *

"Everything ready?" Mr. Franklin was stressing over the minor details now as he sat with Mark and Jake in his office. They assured him all was functioning properly.

Marjorie came into the office from the reception room and went directly to his office. "They have all arrived. They are quite curious why they were each invited."

Mr. Franklin nodded to Mark and he cued up the video and audio feed from the small reception room. With Jake's knowledge of surveillance, the use of audio and video feeds had already come in handy. Mr. Franklin's monitor popped with a view of the room from the corner of the door frame. The three attorneys were occupying the only three chairs in the room lined up along the opposite wall.

"You guys received an invitation, too?" "He said he had a proposition to discuss that could possibly change my life." "So, he's still very active?" "From what I heard, he's got about six cases he has other attorneys chasing their tails over with motions and depositions." "He's only one guy, right? How can he do that?" "Maybe that's what this about, wanting to expand his office." "I heard he already hired someone, but he's the only one to submit motions or appear in court." "It doesn't make any sense, does it? Bringing us all here at the same time? Why would he hire three attorneys from the same firm?" "Because we're good. Don't overthink this."

Marjorie laughed, "Pieces of work, they are. Grace was right about them. Egos went amok."

Mr. Franklin took charge, "Okay, it's time. We don't want that discussion to wander too much into considering if there being here makes any sense at all. Marjorie, I want you to sit on Grace. You two have work to do on the Harrison case, right?" She nodded. "Keep her busy with that. Nothing says busy like being busy."

She giggled, "You come up with that all by yourself?"

He stared her down and she left.

Jake leaned forward and stared his boss in the eyes, "Take a deep breath, boss. You almost jumped all over Marjorie for crying out loud."

He looked embarrassed, "Okay, you're right. I'll apologize to her later. I'm just feeling really lousy about everything Grace went through and then this last stuff to get this nailed down."

"We all feel the same way. She's a saint... a really sexy saint." That broke the three of them into chuckles and they filed out to greet the sheep waiting their turn for the slaughter.

Jake brought the three into the room and introduced Mr. Franklin and Mark. The attorneys introduced themselves and the small talk began, a kind of business ritual before the real issues were engaged. As they milled around the conference table, one of them was caught looking back at the two women huddled in a glass office.

"I heard you hired someone, but..." He stopped and whispered to the others, "I think that's McBride." Their eyes nearly exploded. "Just be cool. Nobody knows anything."

"I'll have her come out later. Please excuse the accommodations, gentlemen, we are a small firm, but we are very agile and efficient." He looked closely at the three, "Excuse me, but... are you okay? You look like..."

"Oh, sorry, we were mugged recently." Their story was that they were attacked, kidnapped, roughed up in the back of a van, robbed, and dumped outside one of the seediest strip clubs known for prostitution and drugs. Before they could gain their feet, they were surrounded by customers who were calling the police to report it.

Mr. Franklin gave Jake a stern look but Jake mouthed, 'not me'. But a smile crept across his face.

"So, I suppose you are wondering why I asked you to come here?"

"You said something about a proposition that could possibly change our lives. Are you looking to expand your firm? I can tell you we are just..."

Mr. Franklin laughed, "Expand the firm with you three? Oh God, no. But, I do have something that could change your lives. Pay attention, gentlemen."

They all sat down around the table, the three on one side. Mark cued his laptop and a video appeared on the screen. The three attorneys were confused why this esteemed attorney was showing a porn video of a gangbang, until... it sunk in. They all looked at each other with a bit of panic, then they collectively gathered themselves.