Well it seems that Dolcettish has vanished so I am putting here the story that I asked for

Cassandra & Carrie
Part I: Like Mother, Like Daughter

It wasn't fair. It wasn't her fault. She had worked so hard. She had gone through hundreds of pages: memos, emails, letters, drafts…so many pages. It had taken weeks, and most of them had been redundant, in a futile search for the one page, one clause, one signature that would make this winnable. It had been a difficult case from the start. No one was sure which way it would go, or even which way it SHOULD go. It was one of those times Carrie genuinely didn't know whether she was on the right side or not… still she'd done her absolute best. But the case had been lost, costing the client a great deal of money… and now threatened to cost the firm one of its largest clients.

Carrie sat in her office, trying not to stare at the clock. But had nothing else to do. The senior partners were deciding her future with the firm…if she had one. At eleven o'clock, she was to meet with them to learn her fate. Carrie was locked in a fierce competition with another female attorney. They had recently fought for a promotion to the next level at the firm. After months of each trying to beat the other for the position, both had been promoted. Somehow, rather than cool down the rivalry, it had cemented the animosity between them with it no longer being enough that one would win, they had to ensure the other would lose. A tie was unacceptable to them. And now Carrie had a sinking feeling that after all her hard work they would take her new position and give the edge to that bitch, Samantha.

Carrie tried not to watch the clock, but she had little else to do. Any important work she'd had was reassigned to other attorneys. She'd been left a little busy work, but had quickly finished it as she tried to distract herself.

She left her office fifteen minutes before she was to meet with the partners. It would make no difference how early she arrived, but she still felt she should be waiting outside the conference room when they decided they were ready for her.

Carrie tried to appear confident as she walked through the office. She was aware that most of her coworkers were deliberately avoiding looking at her. Then she passed Samantha's office. The door stood open and behind the desk sat Samantha, watching out into the hallway, obviously waiting to see her walk past. As Carrie met her gaze, the sexy auburn haired attorney behind the desk gave her a chilling smile and a little wave. Carrie was determined not to lose to this woman. 'Oh, no, Samantha, you have not see the last of me,' Carrie whispered to herself as she reached the conference room.

She was too nervous to sit, Carrie stood, pretending to study a print of a generic painting that probably hung in a thousand offices and waiting rooms. The minutes seemed to drag on interminably.

Finally, the door opened several minutes before eleven. The senior partner who stepped out didn't seem to be surprised that Carrie was waiting even though her office was only a few dozen steps away. Without a word he motioned her in. Carrie swallowed hard and braced herself for whatever the next few minutes held for her.

She hadn't braced herself enough.

Carrie entered the room to find the majority of the senior partners seated around three sides of the long table. On the fourth side sat Carrie's mother, Cassandra, alone but for the empty chair which obviously waited for Carrie. Cassandra was a senior partner in the firm and, while her connection was obviously the reason she worked at this particular firm, Carrie worked damn hard to make sure no one questioned if it was the only reason she had a job here.

Carrie took the seat beside her mother opposite the firm's managing partner. Carrie and her mother were very much alike. It was ease to see where she had gotten her stunning good looks. Both women were tall, nearly six feet, beautiful faces, and figures that were best described as voluptuous with curves in all the right places, though Carrie's hair was blonde and Cassie's was a wavy brunette. But their similarities didn't stop with the physical resemblance that had them sometimes genuinely confused for sisters. Both were driven and strong willed, even stubborn. Sometimes Carrie felt her mother was actively trying to turn her into another version of herself, but, at the moment, she was grateful to have this forceful woman beside her.

"Ms. Walker," the managing partner began. This was not good. He and her mother were longtime friends and he'd known Carrie forever. Even as her boss, he only called her that on the most formal of occasions. "With your new position you were assigned a key role in a major case that should have been well within your abilities to handle. It seems clear now you have overreached yourself."

Carrie tried to object, but her mother's hand on her arm signaled her to wait.

"Because of you, one of our firm's largest clients is threatening to go elsewhere. He gave us an ultimatum, fire you or he takes his business to another firm."

Carrie's heart was in her throat. Was he really going to fire her? How would she get another job if word got around that she had been fired from the firm where her own mother was a partner?

The managing partner continued, "Your mother has argued furiously on your behalf. And I have no desire to let you go myself."

Carrie wanted to let out a sign of relief, but she knew there was more to come.

"We believe we have reached a decision that will satisfy the client without appearing to let you off the hook. Are you willing to do whatever it takes to rectify the situation?"

"Of course," Carrie said without hesitation. They were offering her an out and she was not going to let it get away. "I'll do absolutely anything to fix this if I can stay."

"Excellent," the senior partner smiled. He drew a sheet of paper out of a folder lying on the table before him and slid it over to Carrie along with a pen. "Please sign this disciplinary form."

Carrie looked at the paper. She had never seen this form before. She read the page, after all no lawyer ever signs anything without reading it. After the title, Acknowledgment and Consent to Discretionary Discipline, there were several paragraphs which long windedly stated that Carrie agreed to be subject to any action the partners deemed fitting and that she'd accept it without argument or appeal. 'They'll pretty much own me,' Carrie thought. 'They are going to take away my promotion and make me work my way up from the bottom again.' Carrie didn't want to start over, but she would have to at another firm anyway. At least here she had a chance of getting back on track after paying her penance. "What's this Appendix A it mentions?" She asked as she reached the end of the page."

"It's on the back," the head of the firm total her.

She flipped over the page and found a second short form titled: Consent to Promote Firm/Client Relationships. More jargon told Carrie that she was being placed in a position whose main purpose would be fostering working relationships both inside and outside the firm. "What's this?"

"As part of making up for your failure on this case, we have decided to create a new position for you that will make presenting the firm in a positive light to current and prospective clients one of your main responsibilities."

"I'm going to be in PR."

Her boss smiled enigmatically. "In a manner of speaking."

"It's not as big a deal as you're making it out to be," Carrie's mother chimed it. "You'll be taking over a lot of the responsibilities I handle now."

'Oh, I get it,' Carrie thought. 'They are trying to appear tough to appease the client. 'See, we demoted her and have one of our partners personally overseeing her with particular attention to pleasing our clients.'' What choice did she have?

She signed the page - Carina Walker.

"Excellent!" the managing partner said, smiling broadly. The other partners broke into smiles and clapped.

Cassandra gave her daughter a smile and a kiss on the forehead. "Good girl, Carrie."

The mood had suddenly shifted from somber to excited and Carrie had the feeling she'd somehow missed the joke. "What's going on, mom?"

"You'd better explain Carrie's new role in the firm to her, Cassie," the managing partner said as he stood and circled the table to stand beside her.

"Carrie, you will be replacing me as the relations officer at the firm."

"But what is that? I've never heard you say a thing about it."

Cassandra smiled at her daughter, then reached over and unzipped the managing partner's fly. Carrie watched in shock as her mother pulled out his cock and took it in her mouth.

"What the hell, mom?"

Cassandra stroked the shaft as she smiled and told her daughter, "It's part of 'promoting relations within the firm.'"

One of the partners stepped up beside Carrie. "I'm supposed to whore myself out, just to keep my job?" she asked incredulously.

"No, sweetie. It is your job now," her mother said before resuming her blowjob.

Carrie thought about the wording of the paper she'd just signed. 'Oh, shit,' she thought, 'they really do OWN me now!' She was reluctant to perform sexual favors for someone she had never seen as anyone but a coworker, but the more she thought about what she had just signed, the more she realized every word had been carefully chosen to ensnare her.

Carrie tentatively unzipped the man's fly and pulled out his throbbing manhood. She nervously licked it before taking it in her mouth. After a moment, the man seized the back of her head and shoved his cock down her throat. She gagged as she was forced to deep throat the large erection. When he relaxed his grip for a moment, she pulled off of him and coughed.

Carrie felt her mother's hand on her again. She looked up to she the familiar face smile at her with cum dripping down her chin. "Don't fight it, Carrie," her mother told her, caressing her hair. "You've always been a slut. It's just that now you are going to be treated like one." Cassandra took handful of her hair and pushed her head back onto the man's cock.

Carrie was more prepared this time as the partner took control of her again. She surrendered herself to him. She thought about her mother's words as she was being face fucked, after all a blowjob requires little thought, especially when the man has taken charge.

Carrie knew her mother was right. She was a slut. But what she did in her private life was totally different from how she acted at work. But now she was expected to get out of trouble at work by blowing the partners? How did that happen? And was this really something her mom did regularly? Obviously her mom had worked late often, but that just came with a high pressure job. Or was her job just making sure her peers came?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a flood of semen in her mouth. She swallowed and looked up to see her immediate supervisor sitting on the table beside her, bottomless, waiting for Carrie to eat her out. Carrie obliged the woman.

A half an hour later, each of the partners had gotten to make use of one of the Walker women. The two of them still sat side by side, but now their faces were both smeared with cum. Cassandra was handed a damp cloth to wipe their faces. She took hold of Carrie's chin and brought the cloth close, but caught Carrie completely off guard when at the last second, she changed her mind and licked the globs of cum off her. Only after eating what jizz she could get did she wipe their faces with the cloth.

"I'm glad that's over," Carrie said softly.

"Oh, Carrie, sweetie, that's just the beginning. The client will be here shortly."

"I have to suck him off, too?"

Cassandra shook her head. "It's going to take much more than that to satisfy him."

"You don't mean…?" Carrie said incredulously.

"For starters," Cassandra told her daughter. "But don't feel bad. I have to do much more than just fuck a corporate CEO."

"Mom, what's -"

Before Carrie could ask for an explanation, there was a knock on the door. The managing partner beckoned the person in. The door opened and in walked Samantha carrying a briefcase. Behind her was the client whom Carrie had disappointed in court and whose business was far too profitable to lose. The managing partner greeted the CEO.

"This offer had better be good," the CEO warned her boss. "I already have interviews with three other firms lined up."

"I think you will be more than satisfied," the managing partner assured him. "For starters, your account is going to be handled but one of our senior partners with the close assistance of our newest junior partner," he said indicating Samantha. "The goal is that she will be fully versed in you business needs by the time she makes senior partner."

So it was true, Samantha, the person she'd competed with so fiercely to earn her promotion, was being given her job anyway.

"And what about the bitch that fucked me over?" the CEO said, pointing to Carrie. "Why is she still here?"

"I'm so glad you phrased it like that," the head of the firm smiled. "She's here to get fucked by you. Carrie stand up and strip."

Carrie stood slowly. She wasn't at all sure this was worth it, but she knew she had signed away her right to protest. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on her chair, her bra soon followed. One by one she removed each article of clothing and piled it in the chair.

As she stood naked before the client, Carrie could see the hungry look in his eye and the bulge in his pants. But he wasn't about to let her off so 'easily'. "You have my attention, but she can't just screw her way out of this. As long as she is practicing law here, I wouldn't be a client."

"She won't be practicing law here."

'WHAT!?!' Carrie wanted to scream. 'I sign myself over to you so I don't have to start over at another firm and you aren't even going to let me practice?'

"We are making her our new 'relations consultant'. At least that's the official title she signed on to. Which means that she is now the office sex slave. And she will be available for your use whenever you visit our offices," the managing partner informed him.

The look of shock must have been evident on Carrie's face. The CEO sneared at her, "That's more like it. But…"

Carrie couldn't believe he was holding out for more. How much were they willing to humiliate her for this guy's ego?

"There is more," Cassandra spoke up.

'What? Mom, how much more can there be?' Carrie thought.

Cassandra opened the briefcase that Samantha had brought and withdrew a coil of rope and a large knife. She pulled out a chair and called her daughter over.

Carrie nervously approached and her mother instructed her to lean over the chair back. She obeyed and Cassandra cut a couple of lengths of rope to bind her ankles to the chair legs. She then bound her wrists to the chair's front legs.

"There, now both ends should be at the right height for you to use while you watch," Cassandra told the CEO.

"Watch what?"

Cassandra didn't answer. She just began to strip herself. As her body was revealed, one had to wonder at how remarkably she'd maintained her figure for a woman in her forties.

Carrie was embarrassed to see her mother naked, but she couldn't look away. She watched curiously as her mom pulled a chair away from the table to the corner of the room. She then climbed on top and reached to the ceiling. There was a heavy hook screwed into the ceiling that Carrie had never noticed. 'I don't remember a plant ever hanging there,' Carrie thought.

Cassandra tied one end of the remaining rope to the hook. She then fashioned a noose in the other end.

"Mom! What are you doing?"

"I'm going to hang so that your client knows we take what happened seriously. That's why you are taking over my duties as relations consultant." Cassandra slipped the noose over her head. "If you'd like, sir, we could make a little game of it. Fuck my daughter while I hang. If you're finished before I am, cut me down. If I finish first… well I guess you are invited to the barbecue."

Carrie couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Cassandra put a foot on the arm of the chair. "Well, sir? Do we have a deal?"

"You have a deal!"

Cassandra kicked the chair away and began to swing at the end of the rope.

"Mom!" Carrie cried out. She'd barely gotten the word out before she felt a hard cock penetrate her. She gasped. She'd been so focused on her mother's actions she'd nearly forgotten that she was going to be fuck. She couldn't believe her mom was willing to die just so the firm could keep a client. Well her mother wasn't dead yet. She could still save her if she got the man inside her to cum.

Carrie ground her hips. She pushed onto him as hard as he pushed into her. Her mother was right, Carrie was a slut, but that meant she had plenty of practice pleasing a cock. Carrie was confident she could make him cum in time. As she fucked the man, she watched her mother dancing. Her mother shocked her again by suddenly starting to rub her clit. Her mom was actually enjoying this! She was strangling at the end of a rope and it was turning her on!

Carrie suddenly realized how much it was arousing her as well. She tightened her pussy around the dick. It felt good. It felt so good. Watching her mother finger her clit as she struggled brought Carrie to a powerful climax.

As Carrie watched, her mother shuddered in the grip of her own orgasm. But she could see her mom's kicking beginning to slow. Carrie felt the cock slide out of her wet pussy, but she was sure the man had yet to blow his load.

Seconds later, the dick was in her face. "I'm close to cumming, but it looks like your mother is close to going. So I'll leave it in your hands, or rather mouth, who finishes first."

Carrie eagerly attacked the cock. She didn't mind the taste of her own juices. In fact, she found it even more exhilarating. She continued to watch her mother out of the corner of her eye as she rapidly bobbed up and down on the shaft. Her mom's movements were fading from kicks and jerks to mere twitches and Carrie knew she was running out of time.

It seemed to take forever to make a man cum with just her mouth. She wished she could use her hands on him. She wished she could use her hands on herself. She was so aroused, the itch in her clit was driving her mad.

Finally, Carrie felt the cock begin to pulse as it prepared to eject its load. A massive cumshot filled her mouth. She swallowed the salty goo and looked up at her mother.

The mature beauty hung limply. Carrie was too late. She felt guilty, until she noticed that her mother's inner thighs shimmered with the moisture from her cunt. Carrie was amazed. Her mother must have cum over and over again as she strangled in the noose.

"Well, looks like we are having a barbecue after all," the managing partner said as he crossed to Cassandra. He wrapped an arm around her, then reached up and cut the rope. Her body flopped over his shoulder. He laid her on the table and pulled the noose off her neck. "I've already make arrangements and a chef is waiting to get her spitted and roasting. Why don't you all enjoy Carrie's body while we wait for our meal to cook?"