“Oh my god, you mean he rigged it somehow?”

“Apparently so,” I said with a smile that I couldn’t seem to get off my face each time Sam Collins came to mind. “The HR lady never pulled my name because Sam didn’t give her the chance. He took the bag and wadded it up and threw it at me. Then he came over to show me that the bag was empty. The slip of paper with my name on it was in his pocket the whole time.”

“Wow, that’s amazing, Abs,” she said, shaking her head. “Sam Collins rigged it so he could get into your pants.”

“I’m not sure that’s the reason,” I said defensively. “Maybe he just thinks I’ll make an excellent divorce lawyer.”

“No offense, Abs, but trust me on this one, that’s the reason.”

I started to pout, even though she wasn’t telling me anything I hadn’t already thought of myself. I said, “Then I’m not sure how I feel about that. Maybe I should go to HR and tell them I want to be assigned to a different department.”

Tiffany was sitting on the other end of the couch, turned sideways with her bare feet pressed to mine. We looked like bookends in our pajamas, each with a bowl of popcorn in our lap, working our way through a twelve-pack of Coronas. She nudged my foot with her toe.

“I’m just fucking with you. I’m sure he rigged it because he thinks you’re gonna be an awesome divorce attorney and he wants to take credit for discovering you.”

“Fuck you, Tiff.”

“Fuck you back, Abs,” she said with a grin. “Don’t go telling HR. And don’t overreact.”

“I’m not overreacting,” I said, picking up my bottle from the coffee table and holding it to my lips. “At least not yet.” I took a long sip and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. Funny, when girls drink in front of guys we take little sips and dab napkins to our lips. When girls drink privately, we drink like guys.

I settled back, less tense now, and asked the question I’d been dying to ask all day. “So, give me the dirt on Sam Collins and Phyllis Goode.”

She feigned ignorance. Badly. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on, Tiff, it’s apparent that they had a thing,” I said. “Or have a thing. And where the hell is Barry Bangham? Come on, don’t make me Google. Dish it up, bitch.”

She drained her beer and pulled another from the twelve-pack sitting on the floor. She twisted off the cap and dropped it in the space she’d just pulled the bottle from. “Okay, this is all rumor and innuendo, you understand.”

My eyes sparkled at the aspect of juicy gossip. “Of course. Dish.”

“Okay, well, supposedly, Sam and Phyllis have history that goes all the way back to their junior year at Harvard Law. Rumor is they hooked up in the restroom at a dive bar the first night they met and haven’t stopped fucking like horny little rabbits ever since.”

“Wow, did the relationship ever get serious?”

Tiff slowly shook her head with the bottle at her lips. She took a pull from the bottle and licked her lips. “I don’t think so. Just friends with benefits. She has been married and divorced like three times. No woman’s ever been able to pin him down. Sam Collins is a grade-A pussy hound. He’s probably fucked most of the women who work at CBG, except you and me, sadly, and does the nasty with a lot of his rich, female clients.”

“Wow, that’s… interesting,” I said. It was becoming clear why Sam had rigged things to get me on his team: because he wanted me in his bed. I probably should have been offended, but honestly, the thought of having my legs wrapped around his waist and his cock deep inside me was thrilling. I’d been flirted with and hit on in the past, but this was somehow different. Sam was twenty years older than me and way more experienced. I had been with high school boys and Harvard frat guys whose idea of foreplay was to see how long it took them to unhook my bra. I’d never been with a man, a real man, a man like Sam Collins. Just the thought of his hands on my breasts and tongue in my mouth made my clit tingle.

“So, what are you going to do?” Tiff asked, giving me an expectant grin.

I pretended to not understand the question, though I knew full well what she was asking. “What am I going to do about what?”

She wiggled her eyebrows and smiled. “When Sam Collins puts the moves on you. What are you gonna do?”

I held the bottle to my lips and thought it over. I lobbed the ball back in her court. “I don’t know. What would you do?”

She shrugged and rolled her eyes. “Honey, I’d have that man on his back so fast it would make his head spin.”

“You don’t think it would affect your career?”

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “In this world, that’s how you get ahead.”

“By fucking the partners?”

“By fucking anybody higher up the ladder than you that can help you continue the climb, yes sir.”

“Have you fucked a partner?” I watched her face for a reaction. “Or partners?”

Her dark face flushed for a moment and she started peeling the label off the beer bottle with her thumbnail. “Between you and me, I’ve done it with a few of them.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“How was it?”

“Do you hear me complaining?”

“Okay, who was it? Which partner?”

She put a finger to her chin and frowned playfully, as if she was pondering a question that had a very complex answer. She said, “Well, did you meet Eben Reed?”

My mouth fell open. “Eben Reed, from corporate law?”

She nodded with her eyebrows arched. “Yep, that’s the one.”

“He was in the orientation luncheon today. He looks so…”

“Proper? Back so straight you’d think he had a stick shoved up his ass?”

“Yes.”

She pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around them. “Girl, I bet you he was wearing a pair of women’s panties beneath that Brooks Brothers suit.”

“No way…” I put a hand over my mouth as my eyes went wide.

“Yep, the first time I fucked him we were out of town at a client meeting and he shows up at my hotel room door wearing a jogging suit. When he took off the suit, he was wearing a pair of black panties from Victoria’s Secret that looked like it had an anaconda rolled up in it.”

“Oh my god, what did you do?”

“I told him he looked nice and fucked his brains out!” Tiff cackled and nearly spilled her beer everywhere. “I’m telling you, Abs, he might be a little weird, but the man has a schlong the size of your arm and he knows how to use it.”

“Oh my god,” I said again. “That’s just… crazy.”

“It might be crazy, but guess who’s now the rising star in corporate law?”

I held out my bottle and grinned. “Here’s to sleeping your way to the top.” She tapped her bottle to mine and we both took a long drink. I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and considered what she’d told me.

“Okay, so what’s the deal with Barry Bangham?” I asked.

She shrugged with her eyes. “Word is that Barry Bangham has a problem with booze and blow. He’s even had mental breakdowns in the past.”

“What kind of breakdowns?”

“Serious shit, like sitting naked on the ledge outside his office until the fire department pulled him back inside. The man is cracked like Humpty Dumpty, if you ask me. Supposedly, he’s on vacation, but who knows where he really is. Sam probably knows, but he ain’t saying.”

“Have they been friends for a long time?”

“Since college, I think. Barry is like Sam’s bumbling little brother. He is very guarded about Barry, very defensive. Eben Reed told me that if it wasn’t for Sam coming to Barry’s defense, Phyllis and the other partners would have booted him out a long time ago.”

“What an interesting place,” I said with a sigh, wondering what I’d gotten myself into.

“It is that,” she said with a nod.

I felt a yawn coming on and glanced at the clock. It was nearly midnight. “Well, I’d better get some sleep,” I said. “Today was mostly about filling out paperwork and getting oriented. Tomorrow the fun begins.”

“Tomorrow you start working with Sam Collins,” she said with a sigh. “Lucky you.”

“Yes,” I said tentatively. “Lucky me.”

* * *

I must have fallen right to sleep because the dream started quickly and continued on and off for most of the night. I woke up at five-thirty the next morning feeling like I hadn’t slept at all. In fact, I felt like I’d had my ass kicked. My muscles ached and my pajama bottoms were soaked at the crotch. For a moment, I thought I’d pissed myself from drinking too many beers. Then I realized it was Sam Collins that brought on the wetness, not the beer.

I was in my bed, but not yet asleep. I heard a noise outside my door, like footsteps treading lightly, trying not to be heard. Somehow, I knew it was Sam, coming to do to me what he had done to so many women before me. I felt the breath catch in my throat as I stared at the sliver of light beneath the door, listening, waiting for the door to open, for my lover to appear.

The room was dark, with just the hazy glow of light filtering through the curtains from the street below. The usual traffic noise wasn’t there. I had never heard it so quiet. The only sounds were the footsteps outside the door and the beating of my own heart.

I was naked beneath the thin sheet that covered my body. I could feel my breasts swelling, my nipples plumping. My pussy juices were flowing from deep inside me, pooling within my folds, hot and slick, ready for him to taste and invade.

The door opened silently. There was a dark figure in the doorway. Even though I could not see his face, I knew it was Sam, coming to have his way with me. As he walked slowly toward me I noticed he was naked. His body was magnificent; lean, hard-muscled, broad shoulders, long legs. He came to stand by the bed with his hands on his hips, staring down at me. My eyes drifted from his face down his body until stopping on his cock, the sight of it making me gasp in delight. His cock was long, hard, thick and veiny, with a bulbous head that was darker than the shaft. The slit of his cock glistened with his juices.

“Do you want me to teach you things?” he asked, his deep voice barely a whisper. His hand was on his cock now, stroking it slowly back and forth, squeezing the head to force little drops of juice from the slit. His other hand kneaded his balls.

“Yes, Sam, please teach me,” I moaned.

“Turn to me and spread your legs,” he said. “Show me your sweet pussy. Give yourself to me and I’ll teach you with my cock.”

I threw off the sheet and turned myself in the bed so that my cunt was at the edge of the bed. I brought up my knees and spread my legs so he could force his cock into my pussy. It had been so long. I knew I would be tight for him. Sam smiled and licked his lips.

“Such a beautiful pussy,” he sighed, reaching down with his fingers to touch me. My pussy was hot and wet. He rubbed my folds and lubed my clit with his thumb, then stuck three fingers deep inside me and wiggled them around. His fingers were like a live wire that shot electricity through my entire body. I felt my nipples double in size as my breasts swelled from his touch.

He growled. “I want to fuck you and suck you and teach you how to please me.”

“Please…Sam… teach me…”

He slid out his fingers and used them to guide the head of his cock to my wet hole. He swirled it around. His cock was long and thick, longer and thicker than any cock that had been inside me before. I worried for a moment that he might split me in two, then the head slid in easily and I felt my pussy stretching to accommodate him.

I gasped and moaned at the same time. His cock stretched my pussy hole as my lips tightened around the shaft. He put his hands on my hips and lifted me and thrust himself inside at the same instant. Christ, I could feel him clear up to my chest and at the back of my throat. His fingers dug into my hips and he started thrusting in quickly and pulling out slowly, over and over again.

The smell of sweat and sex filled my tiny bedroom. I clutched at my tits and squeezed my nipples hard, rolling them between my fingers until they ached. I watched Sam’s face as he fucked me. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, breathing hard through it. When he opened his eyes and moaned my name, I felt myself cumming.

“Oh… god… Sam… fuck me… teach me…”

“I will teach you, Abbie,” he said, the words coming on gusts of breath. “I will teach you everything.”

He was pummeling into me, thrusting so hard the bed shook beneath us. The orgasm hit in waves. I squeezed my eyes shut and curled my toes as I came over and over again. I arched my back to push my pussy against his cock. I felt a heat in my belly and knew he had cum inside me, filling me with his hot, milky seed.

When I startled myself awake, I was in my pajamas with the sheet twisted around me. A cold sweat covered my entire body. My pajama top was pulled up and my left hand was on my breast. My right hand was in the pajama bottoms. My fingers were resting on my drenched pussy, covered with the juices of my orgasm.

“Fuck,” I sighed, pushing myself up on my elbows. The room was dark. The traffic noise from outside the window had returned. The clock on the nightstand read: 3:15.

I fell back on the pillows and tried to catch my breath. I brought my right hand to my nose and sniffed my scent. It was a wonderful dream, but my orgasm was very real. As I wiped my hand on the sheet and rolled over to close my eyes, I played the dream over again in my mind. I hoped Sam was still waiting inside the dream to teach me more.

Tiffany’s question ran through my mind as I drifted back off to sleep.

What will you do if Sam comes on to you?

“I’ll let him teach me how to be a great lawyer,” I sighed. “Then I’ll let him fuck my brains out.”