12
Natalie was standing at the reception desk of one of the most prestigious law firms in New York City. She was wearing a pair of supertight jeans and an equally tight top that showed off all her assets. Under her top, she wore a lace miracle bra, which made her look a full cup larger than her God-given Bs. She looked hot.
The young female receptionist glared at her as she said, "As I told you twice before…without an appointment you will not be able to see Mr. Roth. He's in meetings all day."
Natalie picked up her copy of The Leg Thing from the counter and glanced around the busy lobby. She paused to think and then headed out to the bank of elevators. She watched as attorneys and clients walked in and out of the offices. Nearly all the men who walked by gawked at her as they passed, but Josh Roth was the only attorney for her, and she would wait as long as it took.
Two hours later she saw him heading out of the offices toward her. She stood quickly and waited as Josh hit the button for the elevator. She moved next to him and dropped the book on the floor. When she didn’t make any attempt to pick it up, he glanced to her, smiled in surprise at her beauty, and happily reached down to retrieve the book for her.
As he handed the book over, she looked at him curiously. "Aren't you Josh Roth?"
"I am."
"I read about the Langley - Watson case. I was impressed."
"Oh, thank you."
As the elevator doors opened Natalie said, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
He glanced at his watch as she looked at him hopefully. He nodded, and they moved away from the elevator traffic.
"What can I do for you?"
"It's a private matter," Natalie said, touching his arm and leaning in close. He sighed and she added, "I promise it won’t take more than five minutes."
He stole a quick look at her impressive cleavage. "Five minutes."
As Natalie followed Josh back to the lobby of the firm, she shot a snotty look at the receptionist who was now watching her in astonishment.
Inside Josh's office, Natalie sat in an expensive leather chair that was placed in front of his desk. "Now what can I do for you Miss ?" he asked and looked at her expectantly.
"Natalie Brookhart." Natalie placed the book on his desk, and he picked it up then glanced at the cover. She said, "That's me."
"What, you posed for this picture?"
"I might as well have. That picture on the cover represents my character in the story. The book is all about me."
"I don’t understand."
"I can do that ballet pose on the cover, and I was dating Jaclyn West's boyfriend at the time she was writing this. Her real name is Jillian Grayson. Inside this book are intimate details about my personal life and outright lies. You know how in a novel it says some crap about 'none of this is based on real people or events'?" Josh nodded, and she continued, "Well it's mostly based on me and real events. I'm the author's imagination."
He picked up the book and studied the cover, impressed. He said, "You can really do this?"
She nodded with a sexy smile.
"Wow, you're flexible."
"A lifetime of ballet lessons. I'm very flexible."
"Did they use your real name in the book?"
"No, but it is based on me."
"Look Miss Brookhart, it—"
"Natalie," she interrupted with a sexy smile.
"Natalie, it would be very difficult and expensive to prove that the character in this book is based on you."
"I can prove it in ten seconds."
"How?"
"By doing the leg thing—would you like to see it?"
He exhaled deeply and shot back, "Sure I would love to see it."
Natalie moved to the door. "Can I lock this? It would be embarrassing if someone walked in." He nodded, and she locked the door and then moved to stand three feet from him beside his desk. "I also need to take off some of this—do you mind?"
Okay, he thought, Now maybe I really do want to see this.
He waved her off with a smile. She grinned and slipped off her shoes and jeans. She wore a tiny black lace thong and he swallowed hard when he saw it. She stretched slowly from one side to the other. His heart beat faster as he watched her. She stood tall, paused, grimaced uncomfortably then widened her eyes to him as she removed her top. Her matching black lace bra appeared along with a clear view of her nipples through the sheet fabric.
"Sorry. I'm used to doing this either in a leotard or nothing."
"It's not a problem."
Josh stared at her mesmerized as she slowly rose up on the toes of her right foot; she lifted her left leg until her foot pointed directly at the ceiling. The fabric of her black thong was disappearing and his eyes were desperately trying to find it. He adjusted his suit pants a bit as his glance traveled slowly from her floor-touching toes all the way up to her ceiling-pointing foot.
"I can hold it this way for ten minutes at least."
"Wow."
"I used to be able to hold it a lot longer when I was sixteen."
"Sure…Uh, how old are you now?" he asked as he thought, Please be at least eighteen, please be at least eighteen.
"Twenty-one."
Yes, he thought. Josh's mouth dropped open as his gaze traveled back down, stopping briefly at her tits then he tilted his head to drink in her ass, but only for a moment before his eyes went back to searching for the rest of her thong.
"You see that is me."
He held up the cover, glanced at it, and then back to her, "It, uh, sure looks like you."
Natalie gave him a satisfied smile, she slowly lowered her leg and he, of course, followed it all the way down. She bent over away from him to pick up her top and flashed him a breathtaking view of her heart shaped thong-covered ass. He stared at it while breathing heavily then slid his chair in closer to his desk to hide his excitement.
He watched as she slipped on her top, jeans, and shoes, and then returned to the chair. When she was seated in front of him again, he said, "But even if we prove that this is about you, what—"
"Look, I'm made out to be some lunatic, man-chasing, anal-sex whore who uses men…and toys with their affections. None of it is true. I want her to pay."
"Proving damages will be very difficult."
"All I ask is that you read the sections that I have marked. Read all the stuff about Rebecca. It's all stolen from my life."
"Okay, I will read it and get back to you."
Josh stood and Natalie didn't make a move to leave. He gave her a look and she said, "I can wait. It'll only take about twenty minutes."
"You want me to read it now? I was about to grab some lunch."
"I'll bring you anything you want. You stay here and read, and I'll be right back."
He sat back in his chair defeated. She stood and leaned over his desk with her breasts hanging down deliciously in front of him. He stared directly into the valley while she said, "I promise you, once you’ve read it, you'll see that I have a case. Just give it a quick read."
Josh tore his eyes away from her cleavage and looked to her face, "Okay, I'll take a club sandwich from O'Malley's on the corner."
"You've got it."
Natalie slipped out the door. Josh read the marked pages and was a little shocked by all of it. He read how they made fun of Rebecca for being a technical virgin and how Anastasia and Brice made passionate love together. He was more than a little turned on by the combination of Natalie's strip show followed by the erotic prose.
When Natalie returned with his sandwich, she stopped at reception. The receptionist called Mr. Roth and then showed her to his office while wearing a skeptical sneer.
Once Natalie was back in the chair, Josh gave her an apologetic look, "It's a novel so even if a fictional character is loosely based on a real-life individual, as long as the public cannot identify the real-life individual from the context in which the fictional character is portrayed, there is little risk of liability to the author."
"But what if the public can identify the individual?"
"Well, then you might have a slight chance of winning a case, but only if the individual is defamed in the work."
"Oh, I'm defamed all right."
"So this technical virgin thing and the other bizarre behavior from this Rebecca character... none of that is true?"
"Not a word," she said adamantly.
Natalie sat back in the chair, and he said, "You may very well have a case worth pursuing, but it's a long shot, and we would require at least a twenty thousand dollar retainer to begin the process. From there, depending on the path we chose, it could be much more expensive."
"Couldn’t you take this on a contingency?"
"We don’t do that here. We're not a personal injury firm."
Natalie stood then moved to the side of the desk and spun his chair toward her. She got down between his legs then placed both elbows on his knees with her hands near his belt buckle.
"I want you to sue her for every penny she's made off this book and every other book she's ever written."
He swallowed hard as he looked up to the ceiling. "You, uh, have to be realistic about this kind of thing."
Natalie began running her fingers just over the waistband of his pants near his belly button. He glanced down to her with his erection straining to be set free. She noticed his condition and grinned. "Don't you lawyers take those pro bono cases sometimes?"
"We do, but generally it’s a completely different, uh—" he stopped talking when she held the top of his zipper with one hand and unzipped it with the other.
She glanced up to him with a sexy smile. "That book is full of lies, and I've been so traumatized from it lately that I've been acting out sexually. She must pay for putting me through this."
"I, uh…"
"And I don't manipulate men. I love men and have too much respect for the gender. I would never…ever…do that."
"I, uh, believe you."
He stopped breathing, as she reached into his fly and fished out his swollen penis from his underwear, and then pulled it through the flap. She looked at it impressed. "So will you take my case counselor?"
"I would need to talk to my partners about it, but I'd say there's a real good chance that—"
Natalie moved her mouth to him. He threw his head back momentarily and then gazed back at her.
"F*ck," he moaned.
She rose up a bit, leaned directly over him, and then moved her head down over him swallowing him in one motion. He struggled with every thing he had to keep from yelling out loud.
She pulled her mouth off of him and then wiped her lips. "A good chance or…"
"I'll, uh, definitely accept your case."
"Pro bono?" she asked as she began running her fingers over him. When he closed his eyes and didn’t answer, she stopped.
His eyes shot open, and he looked down as she stared at him waiting. He said, "Yes, pro bono."
She grinned and then plunged her mouth fully over him. He gripped the armrest of his chair nearly hard enough to peel off the expensive leather. Josh's eyes locked on her beautiful lips as they performed their magic.
When it was over, he glanced at her dizzy from the experience as she said, "You file the paperwork, and then we'll have another celebration—a bigger one."
He nodded and watched as she wiped her lips, stood, looked down to adjust her clothes, and then headed for the door. He stood, pulled his underwear up and then his pants. She put her hand on the knob and then turned back. "I wrote my name, address and phone number in the book."