I was 46 when I found this out. I am one of the best divorce lawyers in the business, and the fact that I'm female doesn't hurt because I know how to use my femininity to my advantage. I'm 5'10", with a pretty good figure that I maintain with regular workouts at the gym, and I wear my red hair long. I'm in good shape, not just good looking, and I came up to where I'm at the hard way. I paid my own way through college and law school with hard work, and back in my younger days I came from the wrong side of the tracks, so I had been in my share of fights with other girls, too. I always won.
Well, like I said, when I was 42, I had this client, call her Amy. She was divorcing her sleazy husband, and it was a pretty good case, he'd cheated on her extensively, lied to her about finances and all sorts of other things, pretty much a sleazoid. He maintained that she was a domineering pregnant dog
, but we he pictures, since I had a pretty good PI working for me. I guess I was lucky, my husband was a great guy until he died in a car crash.
I managed to get Amy a good settlement, even by my standards. At the tender age of 25, (they had gotten married when she was 20 and he was 2 she had the house, two of three cars, and a pretty good alimony check. I knew she'd probably not be single long, she was 5'2", slender and cute with long blonde hair. She was a hot number, no question, as my college-age son told me one day when he happened to see her in my office.
Well, on this day, Amy came storming into my office, without an appointment, and threw a piece of paper onto my desk that I recognized as my billing statement. She was furious.
"You can't be serious!" she exclaimed. "That is outrageous, there's no way I'm paying you that much. What you did was worth maybe 2/3s of that, and that's all you're getting!"
My own temper, which never needs much to fire it up, led me to answer back, "That's what you think, missy! I did the work, just as we agreed, and you owe the money and you're gonna pay it!"
OK, so maybe the bill was a little bit padded, but...
"Two thirds," Amy said firmly, "or nada. Your choice."
I got up from behind my desk, and walked around to look down at her from my 8 inch height advantage, and said, "You're paying every penny of that bill, kid. Or you can take it up with the collections agency. Now get out of my office."
"I'm not leaving until you either cancel that bill," Amy said firmly, not backing down an inch, "or reduce it to a reasonable value."
"Oh, you're leaving, little girl," I said. "Right now."
I guess I should have called building security, but she had pissed me off royally, stalking into my office and acting as if she owned the place.
"Are you threatening me?" she asked softly.
"No, I think I'm throwing you out!"
I grabbed her arm, planning to march her out the door, through the lobby, and out of my offices.
Instead, barely a moment after my hand touched her arm, I felt her twist my arm around and her free hand connected with my face!
"OW!" I yelped. I jerked lose and snapped, "Bad move, little girl! You're gonna pay for that!"
Before she knew what was happening, I had sunk my fist into her belly, hard! It had been a while since I had been in a one-on-one fight, but I had not forgotten how! I followed up my blow by kicking at her leg, to trip onto the floor!
She went down, but her hand caught my skirt, and yanked me down with her, and a moment later little Amy and I were going at it on the carpeted floor of my private office! She proved to be a tough one, a lot better than I had expected from her slender stature, but I was confident that I was about to teach this little twerp a lesson she wouldn't soon forget!
I caught her by the shoulders, and slammed her against the wall, and followed up with a knee that went directly between her legs. We both wore business clothes, so neither of us had much protection in our skirts, and she screamed as my knee made contact with her crotch. I had caught her left arm and twisted it savagely back, and managed to roll the pregnant dog
onto her belly and was about to slam her head into the floor when she suddenly jerked backward, slamming ME into my own desk!
I was dazed for a moment, and she took full advantage of my weakness by sinking her teeth into my arm! I jerked my arm back from the pain, and she caught it and twisted it savagely, and her knee landed in my stomach an instant later!
She grabbed my blouse, and I heard cloth tearing as she jerked, and to my mortified embarrassment my silk blouse ripped and gave! She jerked it away, and proceeded to punch at my tits! The only protection they had was a lacy bra, and she torn that off moments after my blouse left!
I was boiling with fury now, and I managed to push her off and get to my feet, grabbing for the heavy lawbook on the table to use as a weapon! I swung it, and made contact with her shoulder! She went down hard, but managed to lunge out with a kick that tripped me! Unfortunately for her, it just so happened that I managed to land on top of her, which knocked the wind out of her and let me press my height advantage! I pummeled her with my fists, and managed to pin both her arms to the floor with the weight of my body, leaving my own right arm free, my left hand gripping her wrists.
"So," I gasped out, "you like to play, do you?"
To pay the little vixen back for the blouse she'd ruined, I grabbed at her own top, and tore the buttons off, and as it fell open, leaned in an slapped at her boobs. She squealed in pain, but I had made a mistake.
By taking a moment to get even, I had let her regain her breath, and I had lessened my hold. She suddenly shoved me off!
I tumbled backward, and before I could regain my balance she kicked me, HARD, in the stomach! I doubled over in pain, too sore even to realize I had been lucky that we'd both lost our high heels earlier in the fight!
Amy pressed her advantage, delivering several more swift kicks, and giving me no chance to rest. Then she was on me, her fists flying, and all I could think of was how much I hurt. I was rapidly tiring, and she seemed to have limitless energy.
I dimly realized that I only had one chance. I was curled on the floor, and she was pounding at me with her fists, and I saw that one of our high heeled shoes lay on the floor a few inches from my hand. I was too dazed to even know whose it was, but I grabbed for it, and swung it hard-and missed!
"Nice try, you over the hill pregnant dog
!" Amy snarled, as she caught the arm that had the shoe, and jerked it backward! I screamed, dropping the shoe, and she rolled my onto my stomach and pinned my arm behind me! I jerked and twisted to throw her off, but it was useless, I was exhausted and she had me pinned to the floor.
I was cursing feebly, but she wasn't done! When she was sure I was too tired to resist, she let go and stood up, and even as I was feebly trying to move, she kicked me again! And again! And again!
Each time her stockinged foot struck me, I was left tireder and in greater pain. She kicked me probably seven or eight times hard, and I was curled on the floor sobbing. It hit me suddenly that this girl, 17 years my junior, had beaten me soundly!
She leaned against my desk, looking down at me, breathing hard. She was merely out of breath, I was exhausted and crying. She grinned.
"I think someone learned a valuable lesson here," she said. "Are you going to try to throw me out of your office again?"
I didn't answer, I just gasped and shook my head.
"I asked you a question!" she snapped, and kicked me in the stomach again! I screeched in pain, and she asked again, "I asked you if you were going to try to throw me out again?"
"No," I gasped. Right then, I had no will left. I just wanted her to stop hurting me.
"You're pathetic, you know," Amy said with a sneer. "You thought you were better than me, bigger, taller, older, and smarter, didn't you? Well, guess what? You're an over-the-hill, out-of-shape nobody. Just a shyster lawyer who just got the nuts
kicked out of her!"
I lay there and sobbed. I was humiliated, in pain...and for some reason, to my horror, I realized that my girl thingy
Amy seemed to be really enjoying herself, as she leaned against my desk, her blouse hanging open, her bra lying on the floor beside mine, looking down at me in my disheveled messy glory.
"Say it!" she ordered.
"Say what?" I managed to get out.
"Say you're an over-the-hill, worthless nobody!"
Her foot impacted on my bare left boob!
"You heard me! Say it!"
I looked up at her and realized she was serious. The searing pain from her kick convinced me to do as she said.
"I-I'm an...over-the-hill...nobody," I gasped out softly.
"You're absolutely right!" Amy giggled. She was fiddling around in my purse, and I wanted to protest, but I was sure it was a bad idea!
"Ah," she said, "here we go! I knew I had seen this!"
She had pulled out my digital camera, a little high-end job I carry!
"Take off your clothes, Mary Beth," she ordered me.
"What did you-OK!" I yelped as I saw her foot draw back! I'd have done anything to avoid another kick!
I sat up, and reluctantly removing the shredded remains of my expensive skirt. I was already topless, and now I slid my pantyhose down, and removed my few odd bits and pieces. Naked as a jaybird, I sat on the floor of my own office looking up at my younger tormentor.
She was taking pictures of me, bruised and sobbing and naked! I blushed scarlet, I had never been so humiliated in my life...and I was breathing harder from the tingling between my legs! What was wrong with me?!
She had set the camera down, and was reaching under her skirt to slide her own pantyhose off! What the-
I thought maybe I could go after her again, my temper rising, but my common sense prevailed. I was no match for this hellion, and I knew it now!
She sat back down in my chair, and ordered me to crawl around the desk to her!
"Crawl, don't stand! I want to see you on your hands and knees, you old pregnant dog
I obeyed, crawling clumsily around to her, my sore arms and legs still protesting. I reached where she was sitting, and she said, "Kiss my feet!"
"NO! I won't_!" CRACK!!!
Her hand had slapped my face as I had looked up at her to protest! She repeated the slap three more times, twice on each side, and grabbed my hair and twisted my head!
"Listen to me! When I tell you to do something, you DO it! I don't care if you like it or not, I'm the boss here! Got it?!"
"Yes," I sobbed. Fresh tears ran down my face, and my girl thingy
was watering like crazy now! Insane as it sounded, I was getting turned on by this!
She released my head, and sobbing I lowered my face to her bare feet and placed a kiss on top of each foot.
"Lick them," she giggled. "Lick my feet!"
I ran my tongue over the tops of her feet, which she had planted fimrly flat on the floor. They were sweaty and salty, but didn't smell at all bad, and after I had started it wasn't as bad as I feared it would be, though I heard the click of the camera recording my humiliation.
She lifted her right foot, and made me kiss, smell and lick the sole, and then the same with the left. Then, apparently getting a big charge out of degrading me, she said, "Now my toes, you over-the-hill fat very *friendly* person
, suck my toes!"
I sat on the floor, and took her foot in my hands, and obeyed her. Her big toe in my mouth, had anything more humiliating ever happened to me? I couldn't remember it if it had!
Finally, she must have gotten bored, because she made me stand up, which I did, shakily. She ordered me to bend over the edge of my own desk, gripping the other side, and I heard her fiddling with our clothes behind me, but I couldn't see why.
Then SWISH! "OOOWWW!!"
"Nice belt, Mary Beth! Expensive leather, I like it. It leaves a nice red mark on that fat butt, too!"
She was whipping me, with my own belt!
"Count off! I'm going to use this on you ten times, if you miss a count we start over. After each stroke, I want you to say 'thank you Ma'am, may I have another?' Got it?"
Utterly beaten, ready to do whatever she said, I sobbed, "Yes".
"OWW! One! Thank you, Ma'am! May I have another?"
that hurts! Two! Thank you, Ma'am, may I have another?"
She was as good as her word! Ten strokes of my own belt later, my butt felt like it was on fire, and I knew I'd be sitting down carefully for days. Finally, she dropped the belt, breathing hard, and said, "Now, since you were such a pregnant dog
about all this, I've decided what to do about the bill. You're going to pay ME the full amount you wanted, plus an extra thousand dollars for the lesson I gave you. Is that a problem, Mary Beth?"
"No," I sobbed, still bent over my desk.
"OK, then we're even," she said. "You have seven days to have the check deposited in my account. By the way, it would be in both our interest if nobody ever heard anything about what happened here today, since those pictures of you I just took would make a wonderful surprise gift for your coworkers, your son, or your next court opponent!"
She had slipped the memory stick out of my camera. I knew she was right, she had beaten me on every level.
She buttoned up her blouse as best she could, and walked out head held high. I lay on my desk for a long time, unable to believe what had just happened! When I finally got myself together enough to move, I cleaned up and put on my spare clothes (I keep some spares in my office in case of coffee spills or the like), and personally wrote a check for the money to Amy!
I figured that was the last I'd see of her, but I was wrong. About a year later, my son introduced me to a girl he was dating, and it was AMY! She hadn't realized Stephen was mine, and I was certainly shocked to see her with my son's arm around her waist. They got married about six months ago!