Lawyer's Assistant
From Create Your Own Story
Cassie parked her car at the parking garage as she did on every other workday. It was Monday, some 7 months into her newest job as secretary at a large legal firm. She had a thermos full of hot coffee in one hand, and her keys in the other like every other day. But this was a very special day. Since she had been such a studious worker for the firm, about a week ago she had been asked if she wanted to be an assistant for the defense in a court case in which her immediate boss, Mr Dardenal, was a part of as the defense of a young libertarian, Dan Ulborti Jr, who had been playing pranks on the city police department for some time. The pranks had really gotten under the skin of the police chief, who demanded the libertarian be punished harshly for wasting police resources (and for personally harassing the police chief.) As with all court systems, the prosecutor, judge, and defense attorneys were well known to each other in a localized area. With any normal defendant, they probably would have been sentenced to some community service or a little bit of jail time. What was different about this young libertarian was that he happened to be the son of the wealthiest man in the state, Dan Ulborti Sr. The Ulbortis were one of the founding members of LAWFUL Inc, the company Cassie worked for. As a result, Mr Ulborti Sr hired a lawyer from LAWFUL to defend his son to avoid anything from going on his record that would impact his future career prospects. Cassie worked on behalf of the Mr Dardenal, the lawyer sent to defend Dan Jr.
The mess of connections made Cassie's head spin, and it certainly wasn't helped by the fact that Dan Jr was a misogynistic, horny jerk whose dad had a lot of influence over the law firm she worked at. Their first time meeting went about as poorly as a first impression could go, but she couldn't really fight back because this job was her best prospect of breaking into the bigger leagues of practicing law. So while Mr Dardenal was busy trying to talk to Dan Jr about how to get off the charges (of which there were many), Dan Jr just kept focusing on an uncomfortable Cassie. Telling herself it was just a fluke, she begrudgingly made it through the rest of the week. That all changed with an email she received from her boss last Thursday, explaining some particular stipulations that Dan Ulborti Sr had about female interns working in her program (of which she was the only one.) That had led to today's mess. She would have quit the job immediately if it meant having to go through this sort of embarrassment. Friday evening her new clothes for work were given to her, along with the reminder that there was a no tolerance rule about following the rules.
Sighing, she glanced at her reflection in the car. For footwear she had been given short heeled, white dress shoes that accentuated her butt in form. With tan stockings that stopped mid-thigh, a black garner belt's straps started at the top and reached up and under her skirt. Her skirt however left little to the imagination. It actually ended just a couple inches above the top of the stockings, so you could easily see the garner belt's straps - and it was even worse when she was sitting. Being a black mini-skirt, it barely gave any length, and there were long slits along the right-side thigh up to her hipbone, so the sides of the garner belt were visible - and noticeably the lack of any underwear too. The slit was inches wide - wide enough that the very edge of her right butt cheek was visible and when sitting the skirt tended to fall off of her right thigh. Her shirt was cut in such a way that it only tucked in on the left side of her body, though it had a tendency to simply show off her tender midriff. While the white shirt was full and not really transparent, in direct sunlight it did have a tendency to show off the fact that she couldn't wear a bra. If that wasn't obvious, her nipples pressed up against the material enough that when hard it was blatantly obvious. It did at least have enough buttons to not show any cleavage at least. That was one of her uniforms, she was supposed to receive a new one today that she would wear tomorrow - to which she hoped it was better than this one. Walking away from the car, the parking garage's breeze tickled her bare crotch and and butt, only protected by the public hair she had fallen behind on trimming.
"Off to work I guess..." Cassie groaned.
What is her first duty for the day?
