Correcting Ms. Hardin

by David O. Sullivan

  “No woman has ever tried to coordinate that.”

  “Mmm… maybe. Yes… oh yes! Come inside me!” She tensed her pussy around his shaft.

  Tension peaked. Her toes curled as he fucked her hard. She inched up the bed as their bodies collided. Her thighs and then ass tightened.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhh!” she screeched. “Yes! Make—me—come!” She clawed his back.

  He growled like a bear and drove deep within her. She hoped he came, hell, he had to. He rolled to the side and covered them. It wasn’t courtesy sex. They had made love. She giggled, “I’m sweating and I’m cold.”

  He cuddled her under the warmth of the quilt.

  She whispered. “Sol, I feel safe with you. Thank you, and I’m sorry that sometimes I’m a bad girl.”

  “You’re welcome. I hope you want to be a good girl.” He kissed her. “This cannot in any way affect business at the firm and—”

  She held a finger to his lips. “Shhhhh. You said to have balance; we forget the firm on the weekend.” Their gazes met. She was happy and she read the same on his face. One smiled and the other did too. They pecked lips and fell fast asleep.

  * * *

  At 3 a.m. Sol awoke with a raging boner and over-filled bladder. He made his way to the bathroom.

  Janet wandered in as he finished. “I have to pee.”

  He bent and kissed her as she sat like a sleepy-eyed little girl on the white throne, and then reeled him in and sucked his dick, which grew again in an instant. She dug her nails into his ass, making him squirm. Her telltale smile showed she enjoyed it. He disliked women who sucked a guy just to please him while disgusting herself. After a while she released him. “That’s been a fantasy all of my adult life that I’d be sitting somewhere, and my lover would come to me and make me suck him.” She licked her lips, cleaned herself, and took his hand, pulling him back to bed.

  He sat on the bed and checked his cell. “In the heat of the moment, I forgot to call home. Ah, a text from my brother.”

  Sol, mom and dad went to bed at midnight worrying about you. I sure as hell hope you’re getting laid, but when you get home I think dad’s going to spank you! SMIRK! Oh, I went to bed at 2 a.m.; we need to talk.

  He spoke aloud. “Damn, what does that mean? I have to go.”

  She knelt naked behind him, arms wrapped around him, and read the phone. “Oooh, you’re getting a spanking? Might I observe?”

  She was obviously proud of her tease, but he had to laugh. It was funny.

  “Is there another text?”

  “I don’t know. It’s a new phone, not used to it yet.”

  She pointed. “That symbol means another message.”

  He read it.

  Oh, Sol, nothing bad.

  He winced. “Thanks for catching that.”

  She giggled. “Disappointed that you’re not omniscient?” She stroked his hard cock, got another foil pack, and hooded him. “I like pleasing a man. Being a woman in the legal field makes a woman hard in more than one way, but I like being a soft, loving woman pleasing her man.”

  “Do you like confessing? So many people hold things in.”

  “I do like it. I’ve trusted so few people in my life, even as a kid. I’ve got a mountain of secrets and sins inside of me.” She knelt on the bed with her ass up and chest down. “Sol, this way, take me this way. Fill me with your gorgeous cock. Do as you will with me.”

  He obeyed, happy to please until she was sated. His cock throbbed, and he sucked in her gorgeous, sexy scent. He teased her pussy with his tongue.

  “Sol, oh, Sol. Yesssss…”

  Venturing further, he licked along just short of touching her ass with his tongue, but on a whim he wet his finger in his mouth, and rubbed around her anus, wondering, rubbing, wondering some more. One girlfriend liked ass play. He expected that any second she’d shoo him away, but it was worth the inquiry. When she allowed him to continue, he spit on his finger and played some more at her rear entry. A hungry moan escaped her lips. He probed some more. When she winced, he backed off and tried again.

  Sporting an almost evil grin, she stretched to reach a tube of lube and tossed it to him. She hoisted her hips higher, a clear invitation to proceed.

  Happy to refocus on the issue at hand, he lubed her butt, his finger, and his cock. She spread her legs far apart and rested with her eyes closed but lips sucked between her teeth. His nuts tingled as he slipped one finger inside of her rectum all the way. She wiggled. He pulled it out, slipped a different finger in, and swooped low to steal a few licks of her clit.

  She jumped and yelped.

  He used the original finger to join the second one.

  “Ohhh, Sol, yes…”

  She pushed back into him.

  “Have you ever had a cock in your ass?”

  She slammed her eyes open and gave him a daggered stare.

  “Does that mean yes but you’re not ready to admit it?”

  Her face softened and squished. He imagined her saying, you know me too well.

  “Reach down. Use your hand to guide my cock into your little back hole.”

  And she did, like a kid reaching for a fresh pan of cookies, leaving no doubt in his mind as to the lady’s needs. Hell, yes! He moved closer and pushed with his cock head at her ass. The resistance only excited him more. He pulled back a bit, pushed again, and eased his effort. He sucked a breath in and shoved. His cock made entry, but her bottom hole tightened around him. He hoped he wouldn’t come, and waited for her to relax. After a telltale nod of her head, he ventured forth, inch by inch, until he had made total entry.

  Her breaths came short but fast. With a whisper, she said, “Sol, Sol, oh, Sol.” She gave another gentle nod. “What are you thinking? I need to know.”

  “I’m thinking you are a beauty and you truly are a wonderful person and I’m glad I know you and that we have a number of things in common.”

  “So you’re truly attracted to me?” Her self-doubt and insecurity was clearly exposed.

  “Yes, very much.” He crossed the line from her needs to his. The opportunity to take a woman from the back stirred his emotions. He fucked her. It wasn’t gentle or caring, and he thrust repeatedly like an animal. The harder he drove, the brighter her groans grew. She threw one hand to her clit and worked it with fervor as her free hand twisted her nipple.

  His pubic bone slammed into her ass. The electrical charge that ran down his spine settled in his cock and nuts. He tensed his thigh and ass muscles and pistoned into her.

  She yelled, “Fuck me, Sol!”

  He forced his eyes to stay open so he could remember the moment better. He gave a few final thrusts, and his dick erupted. He gasped and so did she as she shrieked and her body stiffened.

  “Oh, ohhhh…” Her voice grew husky. “Sol, you made me come.”

  He pulled out and shed the used rubber in the wastebasket. She grabbed his arms, dug her nails in, and kissed him hard and long. Their eyes spoke for them.

  Holding his head to her chest, she said, “I need a shower. I always have to take a shower after doing it that way. It’s just the way I am.”

  He smiled since she couldn’t see his face.

  “Stop it, Sol.”

  He pushed off in shock and his mouth fell open. “Huh? What?”

  “You laughed at what I said. I heard you smirking.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

  He stuttered, “You heard me smirking?”

  “Yes.” She teasingly pouted and led him to the shower. “If I’m awake you have to be, too.”

  He smiled as she led him away. Good grief, I think this woman has gotten under my skin.

  * * *

  The next day, Sol watched a football game on TV while keeping his hands off his laptop to go over a few files. Since he’d cautioned Janet to avoid work on the weekend, it was wise to take his own advice.

  Brian rushed in from the front door and paused in the living room. He snapped his fingers in rapid succession. “Pardon me, sir,
you look familiar. Do we know each other? Oh, yes, my brother Solomon who is hardly here.”

  Sol made sure mom was still in the kitchen, and he flipped Brian off. “From what mom and dad say, you’re gone most of the time with your boyfriend. So, baby brother, what do we need to talk about? Are you pregnant and want to name the child after me?” He smirked.

  Brian’s face flattened into a serious mode.

  “Brian, is something wrong?” Sol’s gut tightened.

  “No, but I’m still in shock. The other day dad brought his three coffee-and-donut buddies into the gallery where I work. He showed them my paintings and said how proud he was of me, and he wondered how I could take a mental image or dream and create lifelike paintings. He told them how when I was ten and I drew on a wall that instead of punishing me, he dedicated the wall in the hallway for me to draw and paint on.” He smiled softly. “I’d forgotten that.”

  “I recall that; I was jealous how well you painted and drew.”

  Brian went on. “One of his buddies bought a painting, a $3,000 painting of mine, and on top of that, he has a daughter in New York City who’s into art and some hospital group there wants two of my paintings to sell at their annual fundraiser. They’re going to ask $5,000 as opening bid.”

  Surprising Sol, he launched himself into Sol’s arms, and Sol hugged him tightly.

  “Sol, dad openly said he’s proud of me,” Brian said, his voice catching.

  “I’ve always been proud of you, Brian. Always!”

  “Thanks.” He sniffed, stood, and brushed his hands over his clothes, smiling. “I’m happy, really happy. Lew and I are spending the weekend at the beach. He’s getting a hotel room overlooking the bay. He’s so romantic.” He bit his lip. “Where’d you spend last night?”

  Sol grinned. “I can’t recall.”

  Brian slapped his leg. “You bagged her, didn’t you? You fucked the wicked witch of the law firm.”

  Sol’s cock stirred at the memory of bedding her and taking her from behind. He had to change the subject. “She’s not a witch. Have a fun weekend.” Brian waved, ran to his room for stuff, and left.

  Chapter Nine

  Three months later

  When everyone was gone from the office at the end of the day, Sol took time to do some stretches in his office. It was a habit he’d neglected and vowed to reinstate. Janet knocked at his door.

  She held a letter. “Do you have a minute?”

  He returned to his seat at his desk. “Of course.”

  “I have to deal with the ticket for hit and run from a few months ago. I’ve been putting it off. Will you help me? I can’t have a guilty or no contest plea on my record.”

  “Are you too embarrassed to talk to the D.A. about it?”

  As though she were a little girl, she squeaked, “Yes.”

  He extended his arm and she handed him the letter. “I’ll make it go away. Since the accident was your fault, have all damages been fixed?”

  “Yes, Robert worked with the insurance company. There was no injury.”

  Sol let his legal mind work. “I’ll need the paper trail to prove it when I negotiate with the district attorney.”

  She nodded and brought a small smile to her face. “Thank you. What will your tactic be?”

  Sol took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I’ll make an appointment with Bill Henning and work something out. I’ll have my tactics settled before the meeting.”

  “Just like that? You’ll meet with Henning, the number-two man in the district attorney’s office?”

  “We’re acquainted through my brother. Henning’s son is friends with Brian. They’re both artists. I’ve been to the Henning home several times, and Henning and I volunteer for the local homeless foundation.”

  “So he’s a good guy in your opinion?”

  “Yes.”

  “He might hate me.”

  Sol’s face tightened as he let his surprise out. “How so?”

  “When he was ascending the ranks in the DA’s office, I might have been young and aggressive in my defenses in court and during negotiations. I might have been an ass to him in and out of court. I might have called him a few choice names in the hallway.” She waved the air. “He wouldn’t remember that. It was years ago.”

  “Do you trust me to cut a good deal?”

  She smiled her little-girl smile. “As long as I don’t plead guilty or no contest.”

  * * *

  Days later, Solomon entered Bill Henning’s office, which seemed much smaller than what he should have and quite cluttered. They shook hands. Sol accepted some decaf in a Snoopy mug, and they chatted about a variety of things.

  Bill checked his watch. “As much as I enjoy your company, we should get to business. My schedule is tight. About Janet Hardin.” He chuckled.

  Sol played ignorant. “Do you know her?”

  “Ooooh, yes. It’s been years but I remember the wench well.”

  Sol knew he meant another word, worse than wench. “Technically, while she didn’t show the formal documents of her driver’s license and car registration, she stopped long enough to see the other driver was not injured, and she left her business card, which is how the officer easily found her.”

  “She pissed off the cop.”

  Sol cackled. “Sure did, a clear violation of section 999, contempt of cop.” They shared the laugh. “Bottom line, Bill, you wouldn’t prosecute this as a hit and run with anyone else.”

  “Of course not. You know we’d let the person plead guilty to the traffic infraction that caused the accident, and knowing Janet Hardin’s ego she wouldn’t plead guilty to forgetting to dot a t or cross an i, would she?”

  “It’s cross a t and dot an i,” Sol smirked.

  “Not many people get it when I say it in reverse.” He checked his watch again. “Sol, what are you suggesting? I won’t dismiss it without something in return. I want my pound of flesh.”

  “Her insurance has repaired the other driver’s car, and here’s the paperwork to prove it.”

  Bill held his hand up. “I believe you, but any other lawyer would have to prove it.”

  “How about this? You drop the charge, and I’ll have Ms. Hardin send a check to the other driver for $500 to address any inconvenience she incurred. Further, once a week for one month, I’ll have Hardin put a full-page ad in the newspaper giving advice to citizens to help them avoid the need for a lawyer. In effect, we’ll give free legal advice.”

  Bill roared in laughter. “All that will cost her several times what any fine would be. Does she know of this?”

  Sol stood when Bill did as Bill again checked his watch. “I have a free hand to cut any deal.”

  “How do you control her? Are you a wizard that I didn’t know about?”

  They shook hands. In a computer-type voice, Sol droned, “I have many powers you mortals are yet to discover, human.” They laughed.

  “Okay. It’s a deal. Always good to see you, Sol.”

  “Thanks, Bill.”

  * * *

  Back at the office, Sol explained the agreement to Janet.

  “Fu—I mean damn. That’s an expensive buyout for a minor issue.”

  “He remembered you and wanted his pound of flesh. Don’t worry, I’ll write the weekly ads, and you can have Robert send them to the newspaper. It’ll look like an ad, as though we want to do a good deed, and all costs are tax deductible as advertising.”

  She sighed. “I guess it’s only money. Damn.” A smile grew. “Thank you, Sol. I appreciate it.” She rested a hand on his arm and her smile deepened, and in the next moment, she pressed her head to his chest. “I like how you take care of me.”

  He wrapped a loving arm around her. “You’re welcome. I’ll bill you.” He smirked and a new idea came to him. “I think it would be polite if you sent him a handwritten thank-you note. It would be a lovely touch.” She shook her head. He added, “Not nearly as bad as a spanking, even a maintenance one.”

  She pretended to
scowl. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

  * * *

  Four weeks later, Sol kept reviewing Janet’s client’s file, sensing he was missing an important issue for the upcoming settlement conference. He picked up the com line for Janet. She answered. “Hi, it’s Sol. We need to discuss the Adams case. The meeting is tomorrow.”

  “Over lunch?”

  His cock stirred in his suit pants and under the sexy, light purple briefs she’d bought for him. Safely behind his desk and with his door closed, he stroked it a few times. “Good idea. Where?”

  She coughed and spoke in her professional voice. “We could go to my place, eat off each other naked, and discuss the case, but need to be back by two for my next appointment.”

  His cock throbbed. “Oh, Ms. Hardin, you bad girl. You know there’d be no legal discussions if I were in your naked presence.”

  She huffed. “Weeeeeeell, it was just an idea,” she added playfully. “Seriously, how about the Japanese buffet? I’m so in the mood for it.”

  As they were about to leave for lunch, Janet stopped at Robert’s desk. “Robert, I finished my edits on the Adams case. Please update it and as usual ask if there are any questions.”

  “Okay, Ms. Hardin.”

  “How are things at home?”

  His face reddened a bit behind his beard. “Um, okay.”

  She smiled. Not a regular smile, but something warm and feminine and caring. It had been appearing with more regularity.

  Robert continued. “It’s been three months since my wife has been off the birth control pill and tonight we’ll begin to have unprotected sex.” He laughed. “I’ve never had unprotected sex in my life.”

  She pressed a hand to his arm. “That’s awesome. I’m happy for you two.”

  “Thank you, Ms. Hardin. It’s because of you. The pay raise three months ago gave us the final financial footing to have children.” His features lightened and his eyes crinkled. “But don’t worry, I’ll still be at work regularly. All four grandparents live in town so there will plenty of care for the child.”