If there’s one thing that is guaranteed to drag law students away from their books, it’s a chance to network with actual lawyers on the off-chance that a job might be waiting at the end of it.

Tonight’s panel discussion is all about how to get work as a mergers and acquisitions attorney. That comes a close second to intellectual property law in the list of priorities for students at Stanford Law School, so the room is nearly completely full.

I’ve got no interest in working in M&A; I’m here to support one of the lawyers talking on the forum.

Unlike the other three attorneys, Damon has the complete attention of everyone in the room when he talks. In part, that’s because he’s far and away the best-looking guy in the room, however it’s also his tone of voice. He speaks casually and yet authoritatively. He manages to sound intelligent but not pretentious. It’s a skill some of his colleagues could do with learning.

“Any more questions?” the moderator asks.

At least twenty hands shoot into the air. “Other than taking business law classes, is there anything we can do while in law school to prepare for careers in M&A?”

In other words, how do I get a job?

The woman directed the question to Damon so he answers it.

“Make sure you keep up with business news,” Damon replies. “You don’t want to be in an interview and not be able to answer a question about a big deal that the entire business community is talking about. That won’t be enough to get you a job, but you’d be amazed at how many people lose jobs based on simple things like that.”

I look around the room as he talks. I might just be imagining things, but it looks an awful lot like the women are paying him the wrong type of attention. They’re not taking notes; they’re twirling their hair while sitting up straight and puffing up their chests.

Good job I’m not the easily jealous type.

“You also need to talk to as many business lawyers as you can,” Damon continues. “Make sure you know what an M&A attorney does on a day-to-day basis to show that you’ll be able to hit the ground running.”

There are a few more questions until the moderator brings a halt to the discussion. The second it’s all over, Damon heads in my direction before getting bombarded by questions from law students like a pop star trying to walk through a group of fans. I smile and nod, letting him know I’m not in a rush. He talks to people while slowly heading in my direction.

“Ms. Ellsworth,” he says formally.

“Evening Mr. Caldwell.”

A couple of nearby students look surprised that I know him. I’ve not made much of an impression in my six months here. I missed out on the first year which is when most people get to know each other, and I didn’t make much of an effort to catch up. I’m the last person they’d expect to be dating the hottest lawyer in California.

“Thank you for sending me your paper on the latest developments on the use of poison pills in takeovers,” Damon says politely. “It’s an interesting read, but there are a few areas that need more support and I believe you’ve misinterpreted part of the Eisner case.”

Thankfully none of the students eavesdropping on this conversation know I don’t take any business law classes. I’ve never even heard of the case he’s talking about.

“Maybe we could discuss it further one day?” I ask.

“I’m free now, if you have a minute?”

“Sure,” I say, trying to suppress a smile.

Damon leads the way down the halls. He spent three years here and knows the place better than I do.

He opens a door to one of the lecture rooms and grabs my arm, dragging me inside.

“I used to have Criminal Procedure classes in here. I hated the professor. Complete asshole.”

“So why are we here?” I have a feeling I know the answer to that question.

Damon smiles and holds my hand as we walk down the steps to the lectern at the bottom.

“You ever want to be a law professor?” Damon asks, motioning to the lectern.

“Not at all,” I reply. I stand at the lectern anyway. It does feel quite empowering, but I’d be terrified if there were a hundred students in here listening to me.

Damon stands behind me and reaches round, giving my breasts a firm squeeze.

“You look good up here,” he whispers in my ear, before kissing my neck.

“You just want to fuck me against the lectern, don’t you?”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

I grab one of his hands and slide it down between my legs. “Does it feel like I have a problem?”

Damon lifts my skirt and slides a couple of fingers under my panties. “It feels like you really enjoyed listening to me talk about M&A law.”

I reach behind and give his cock a squeeze. “Stop talking and fuck me.”

I still play the submissive role more often than not, but this isn’t the time for that. I need his cock. Now.

Damon unzips his pants and presses the hard flesh of his cock against my ass. I lean forward, hands gripping the lectern, as I brace myself for his cock.

“I’m not used to you wearing panties,” he says, as he slides them to one side and buries his cock deep inside me.

I groan as he fills me. It doesn’t hurt anymore when he enters. I’m in ecstasy from the moment his head parts my lips to the second his balls slam against my ass.

He grabs my hair, pulling me back into him as his other hand reaches around to play with my clit.

“You’re going to come all over my cock,” he commands. “And I’m going to fill up your pussy. Then we’re going to go and talk to the other lawyers and drink the cheap wine they’ve put out. You’re going to be thinking about my cock the entire time.”

I’m always thinking about his cock. I haven’t made it through a single lecture without wishing he would burst through the door and bend me over. I don’t even care if other people watch. Not if I get his cock in me.

“Harder,” I moan. He’ll punish me later for being so demanding. Thinking of my punishment just makes me even hornier. My excitement is already dripping down the inside of my leg and there’s much more where that came from.

Damon rubs my clit harder and moves his other hand to my throat, choking me gently and making my face turn even redder.

I look down at the wooden lectern and remember the first time I bent over Damon’s desk for a spanking. The image sends me over the edge.

“Fuck,” I whimper through my constricted throat. “Coming.”

Damon lets go of my throat and the air rushes in, triggering an orgasm that I can’t keep quiet. I groan like a wild animal as Damon thrusts in deep and empties himself inside me.

My legs shake uncontrollably. I can barely stand let alone walk.

Damon carries me over to the student seats and kisses me hard on the lips. I’m too exhausted to kiss him back.

“I never tire of feeling you come,” Damon whispers.

“Me neither,” I reply, through heavy breaths. We often fuck in the morning, because I like nothing better than going to school full of his cum. Some students drink coffee. Some probably take drugs. I get a dose of cock and cum. Better than coffee any day, and safer than drugs.

“Alright, let’s go,” Damon says, helping me to my feet.

My legs are still weak, but at least they’re not shaking now.

“Let’s go do some networking, Ms. Ellsworth.”