AMANDA THE AMAZING (part 1)

Frannie Watson had a big problem -- one that was taking care of so many little ones that addressing the big problem only became harder and harder to do with each passing day. And it was mostly because the sum of all the little problems, when added up, seemed like it might be greater than the one big one.
Thank god, Frannie knew someone who could give expert advice. With that in mind, Frannie asked bubbly, brunette little Sherry Donaldson to do lunch.
As a law-firm lawyer, Frannie could pick a peon from the secretarial pool, take her out for an extended lunch, and call it business -- a conference, note-taking, or an interview for a possible full-time position with the firm. The male lawyers did it and fucked the girls all afternoon, a perk, so the temps tended to be rather young, cute, and perky -- also, easy.
For them, being asked to do lunch meant one of five possibilities: a conference, note-taking, an interview, sex, or notice of termination -- only one of the five being bad, unless one doesn't care to spend an afternoon sucking up to a lawyer.
When Sherry got the personal invite, she knew she wasn't fired -- she seemed to see a four-to-one situation that was most likely a fine, young blonde female wanting a good sucking with massage. Sherry made that assumption so obvious that Frannie felt a need to inform her that this was truly a personal business lunch, not a date.
Frannie intended to ... but with that kneeling little cutie massaging legs up to ass while nose-nuzzling the crotch, Frannie thought, "Well ... why not a no-tell motel date, after all?"
The men do it -- and this sexy young girl of eighteen very tender and delicious years seemed so willing to do a woman -- very willing, quite eager, in fact.
When little Sherry's long and talented tongue snaked inside shear 'n sexy panties to get all in the ooey gooey core of a pussy, Frannie looked around to see if any nosy neighbors were peeking in on Sherry's cubicle. Seeing none, Frannie reached down and pulled the flimsy panties well to the side, then placed a bossy foot on Sherry's desktop to put a yawning cunt in that peon's pretty face like the men do with a stiff cock -- reputed to just haul a cock out and stick it right in a temp secretary's mouth to inform her she was going to a motel to do some "field work.
Frannie wasn't sure any of her co-workers had really done that, but was sure after only a moment that she was doing it to a secretary who had had cocks shoved down her throat before, probably by the partners and by management -- if not by lowly new-hire lawyers like herself. Sherry seemed to know the drill, and was all excited to get a nasty cunt full in her face, a huge thrill for that recently divorced lady lawyer. Frannie, so empowered by the power, amended the invite to, "After we grab some fast-food, I am taking you to a motel for the afternoon. You will service me as I see fit; I expect some damn good sucking up, bitch. I want the works, and I expect the utmost in confidentiality. Not a soul will know what we do and/or discuss. Is that clear, Miss Donaldson?"
Sherry nodded vigorously in the cunt, another cheap thrill for Frannie. Another thrill shot Frannie into both-feet-planted office decency when, from right behind her, came the icy voice of Sheila Winters, the secretarial pool boss: "She'll keep her mouth shut -- but in the future, you come to me to check-out one of my girls, Mizzzz Watson."
Frannie was never so flustered and embarrassed, never so red in the face, as that moment. That moment, when the daughter of the principal partner -- the chief of all non-lawyer personnel, known only as DA BOSS -- an age and staff peer of Frannie, a good first-name-basis female friend, appeared behind her and placed her hands on Frannie's shoulders.
Shelia was getting to be a very close and treasured friend to Frannie -- one who loves to kiss a woman on the lips, and use tongue, while pulling hard on ass to grind cunts at the most inappropriate and embarrassing times. Shelia, a delightfully stimulating tit-grabber and bare-ass smacker, continued: "This ain't exactly cool, Fran. It's not how things are done here. But ... this being your first time fishing from my pool of pussy, I'll let it slide."
"Sheila, I'm ... I am so embarrassed. I heard things and sorta believed them, then she goes right to her knees and confirms everything I had heard. I just ... I was ... I thought ..."
Shelia smiled, easing her hands across Frannie's arms. "Hey, relax, Frannie. It's cool, and I'm pleased to finally know where we stand. Don't be embarrassed. This fine pool of barely-legal pussy is the best perk we have to offer a good lawyer. If you aren't into pussy, there really isn't much to keep a new legal-beagle barking for us. From day one, you showed every indication that you were -- or there would have been no day one. We are now on work day twenty-something; I'm glad you're here.