Addicted to Lawyers Trilogy - The Complete Series: First Exposure, Dependency, Withdrawal

By C. L. Porter

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“I took his palm in my hand and brought it to my mouth. I sucked his forefinger. Matt gasped. His laidback face turned into a face of a shocked man. Point for me.”

My name is Julia, and I was addicted to sex with lawyers. In their offices. During our appointments.

The story you’re about to read will give you a glimpse into my weird addiction from the day it began up to the day it ended. If you have ever wondered how it feels to flirt with random strangers and make them squirm just minutes later, I will satisfy your curiosity.

Addicted to Lawyers is an erotic trilogy. Each book depicts scenes that are too graphic to mention in this description. Preview the book to get a glimpse into the story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. L. Porter
• Release date: Apr 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507065860

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Addicted to Lawyers Trilogy

First Exposure

Book One

By C. L. Porter

Chapter 1

My name is Julia, and I was addicted to fucking lawyers. Mind you, it wasn’t just a plain old vanilla kink. I fucked them in their offices during our appointments, usually on my knees with their hard cocks under my tight grip.

I fucked only the best lawyers. I got high on the power they radiated with their presence. I needed the thrill to have sex in the office. I got off on breaking their professional shells and making them squirm with their cocks in my mouth.

The story you’re about to read will give you a glimpse into my weird addiction from the day it began up to the day it ended.

My hobby started on a warm sunny afternoon back in July. I had scheduled a consultation with one of the most reputable lawyers in town, Anthony Everson. His specialty was moving assets offshore, something I had to do being the affluent woman I am. Mr. Everson was supposed to help me set up a trust in the Cook Islands. We scheduled our first appointment to talk about the most important aspects of moving my assets under the control of a trust.

When I entered the office building of Everson, Keller & Weil, it would be a great understatement to say I was surprised. I was shocked. All the rooms, including the reception and the bathroom I had visited before talking with Mr. Everson were designed like a five-star hotel. Imagine the most expensive suite in a hotel in Dubai, and you would get a pretty close description of the Everson, Keller & Weil office building. These guys were balling, as my nephew likes to say.

I walked over to the reception. A beautiful tall woman dressed in a gray dress gave me a guest card and led me to an elevator.

Room sixty-nine. Sixth floor, five doors down the hallway on the right. Mr. Everson is waiting for you, she said.

The number of the room should have given me an idea of how naughty Mr. Everson would turn out to be. As the prudish woman I was back then, I memorized the number of the room without having any sexual thoughts.

I left the elevator and turned right. The clacking of my stilettos echoed through the empty floor. Mr. Everson had a habit of setting up his appointments in the late afternoon, usually long after most of his colleagues were gone. I knocked on the door with a big 69 sign on them. It was five o’clock sharp.

Come in, a deep voice said.

I opened the door and walked into the office. It was one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen. The walls were decorated with paintings of wilderness. The brown and beige furniture was beautifully aged. The antique desk of Mr. Everson looked as if it was taken straight from a Victorian villa. The beige wool carpet looked so soft I wanted to take off my shoes and feel my bare skin brushing against its delicate fibers. The room smelled like frankincense. The man knew how to make a lasting first impression.

Mr. Everson stood by the large window behind his desk. He had on an expensive dark navy suit, crisp white dress shirt and a burgundy grenadine tie. His discreet silver cufflinks spoke of power and made him look regal. He smiled at me with a row of perfectly white teeth.

He had light stubble on his face, the kind you see on models wearing tight boxer shorts. His skin had a sexy glow. The look in his dark brown eyes was surprisingly fresh for the late hour. He looked as if he had just left the bedroom after a long refreshing sleep. And maybe he had, given his unusual routine.

Please sit down, he said and motioned with his manicured hand to a leather armchair in front of his desk. There was an air of relaxation around him, as if he was above the stressful world of lawyers.

I slowly walked to the chair, took off the handbag from my shoulder and sat down. I placed the bag near my leg.

How can I help you, Miss Bryson?

I was told you are extremely competent with setting up trusts in the Cook Islands, Mr. Everson.

Please call me by my first name. He extended his hand over the desk. Anthony.

Julia.

Well, Julia. It depends on what you want and what your… needs are.

I should have known his intentions when I heard him say the word ‘needs’ with amusement in his voice. But I was clueless back then. Flirting wasn’t exactly my strength. Business negotiations? I could do it all day long.

I want to move a certain part of my assets offshore under the protection of a trust. I’ve heard it’s one of the best ways to keep your money out of the reach of other people.

Of course. I can help you with that.

He spoke about the way trusts work, how long the process of setting one would take, he shared with me the most common mistakes people made and how to avoid them. Lastly, he told me about the alternatives. All in all, he was the most professional lawyer I had ever met. Up until the point I asked him about his fees.

That depends, Julia. He sipped his coffee – that had probably already been cold – and licked his lips.

Depends on what?

On what plan you prefer. Would you like me to refer you to my trusted contact who will become your professional protector to your trust or do you already have someone else for this position?

He sent me a suggestive gaze when he said the word ‘position.’ Of course, I didn’t notice anything wrong with it. Before I met Mr. Everson and developed my little hobby, I knew little about casual sex. I had only had two boyfriends before, and they weren’t exactly the flirting sensual types.

I would like you to take care of every little detail. Money is not an issue, time is.

I was pretty busy back then and valued my time much more than his fee, even though most people would probably call it steep.

Anthony rose from his chair, circled his desk and leaned onto it. His legs almost brushed against my tights.

You are a busy woman, Julia. Aren’t you? He gazed at me with amusement in his eyes.

I… Yes, I am. Why do you ask?

You must be so tense. I could help you relax.

What do you mean?

An orgasm or two would help you let off some steam.

I should have left his office the moment he said it, but it was so unusual to hear a stranger say something like this to