Adele went out to the Peak property later in the day and took water and soil samples and then went into town and Fedexed the samples to their law firm’s researchers. They would come down later and take their own samples under laboratory conditions but the sample Adele had taken would give them preliminary results. They already knew that soil and water in Missionville contained trace elements of carcinogens.

Of course Kimberly Peak followed her everywhere but Adele was happy to have her company. The girl was smart and provided Adele with titbits of information that were useful.

They had lunch together in the diner, a hamburger for Kimberly and a salad for Adele whose tummy was still a little tender from last night’s brisket and beer.

Deputy Sherriff Sutter strode into the diner and took a stool at the counter.

“Afternoon ma’am,” he tipped his hat at Adele who nodded in reply.

Kimberly smiled and kicked Adele under that table.

“I see London; I see France…” she began to chant.

“Eat your burger Kimbo,” Adele scowled.

Wayne Sutter turned on his stool and gave them a wry grin.

Adele blushed and Kimberly put a hand over her mouth dramatically.

“You keep it up young lady and I’ll take you to the top of Bear Mountain and leave you there,” Adele threatened her.

“Bear Mountain doesn't have a top anymore,” Kimberly said soberly.

Kimberly suddenly became sad.

“Is there a mall around here somewhere?” Adele changed the subject.

“There’s a JCPenny over in Jennings,” Kimberly’s eyes lit up.

“Wanna go shopping?” Adele smiled.

Kimberly leapt out of her chair and ran around the table put her arms around Adele’s neck and gave her a big smoocheroo on the cheek.

“I love you Aunty Adele,” she smooched her again.

Adele went to the counter and dropped a twenty next to the register.

“You look good with the kid; suits you,” Wayne Sutter smirked.

Adele checked no one was looking and then gave him the finger.

“Jeeze; what did I do?” he said to himself and stirred his coffee.

Adele let Kimberly mooch through the ladies department at JCPenny, it was a distraction and lifted Kimberly’s spirits. Kimberly tried on a suit with a skirt that was way too short and was disappointed when Adele shook her head. Then she found a black leather miniskirt and spandex leopard skin top.

“Your mother would kill me. You look like a hooker at the Lazy Ace,” Adele shook her head again.

“From where do you know the Lazy Ace?” Kimberly was sharp as a tack.

“Never mind. Let’s try you in this,” Adele had selected a pleated tartan skirt and a white long sleeved blouse.

She took Kimberly into the fitting room and Kimberly took off her sneakers and shucked out of her jeans and t-shirt. She was wearing threadbare cotton panties, grey with age, albeit clean. Her bra was a hand-me-down and didn’t fit.

“Wait here,” Adele said and left Kimberly in the booth while she went to the lingerie department.

“Here,” Adele handed Kimberly a six-pack of Hanes cotton hipster panties in various colours and patterns.

“Wow thanks,” Kimberly began to pull down her panties.

“Wait! That’s something you’re best doing alone,” Adele gave her privacy and found an assistant to help find Kimberly the right size bra.

Kimberly was self-conscious about her budding breasts and made Adele wait outside while the assistant measured and fitted her with a brassiere of the correct size.

The assistant came back with a selection of bras. Adele picked four and handed them to Kimberly through the booth door.

“You can come in now,” Kimberly called.

Tall and lithe, with pert little breasts, long legs, and strawberry blonde hair and full pink lips, Kimberly was going to be breaking hearts soon. She wondered if her mother had had that conversation with her yet.

She stood there proud as punch in her new underwear.

“Can I wear pantyhose too Adele?” she whined.

“Nope. Here, these black tights will look good with that skirt,” she handed Kimberly a package of Hanes black opaque tights.

Kimberly ripped the cellophane open with her teeth and extracted the tights.

“Very ladylike Kimbo,” Adele teased.

Kimberly stuck out her tongue.

She struggled to put on the tights, hopping on one leg.

“Come on Kimberly, you were wearing pantyhose when you came to my office, don’t you know how to put them on?” Adele asked.

“Momma did it for me. I just sat on the bed with my legs out,” Kimberly blushed.

“Well take a seat on the bench there and let me show you,” Adele smiled.

She showed Kimberly how to roll up the legs of the tights and slide them up to the top of her thighs one after the other, then to stand and pull the gusset up around her waist and then sit back down and smooth out the stockings. It was probably something Kimberly’s mother would get around to teaching her but Adele enjoyed the closeness of the moment.

Kimberly admired herself in the mirror.

“How come I could see your panties yesterday and you were wearing pantyhose?” Kimberly pointed to the dark spandex gusset covering her panties.

“Ahem. Well as you know I like to wear short skirts and sometimes I can’t help showing my panties. I think they look better worn over my nylons,” Adele explained.

“Most women wear their pantyhose over their panties and there are some brands that even have a built in panty,” Adele explained.

She didn’t tell Kimberly that wearing her panties over pantyhose also helped her to keep tucked, especially if she wasn’t using a gaff.

“Put on the skirt and blouse and I’ll get you some shoes to match. What size are you?” Adele asked.

“I’m a six, sometimes a six and half in high heels,” Kimberly said with a precocious smirk.

“Yeah right!” Adele smiled at her.

She returned with a pair of wedge heeled Mary Jane’s as a compromise.

“You look beautiful,” Adele commented as Kimberly spun around making her skirt twirl, briefly bringing back memories of last night.

“Now I just need makeup and a do,” Kimberly grinned.

“Well what about if we go back to the ladies department and get you a couple of more skirts and blouses, maybe a dress or two and some jeans,” Adele countered.

“Deal. I feel guilty about you buying me this stuff Aunt Adele,” Kimberly was suddenly serious.

“I’ll take it out of your mom’s settlement,” Adele joked.

They loaded all of their purchases into the trunk of Adele’s BMW; Kimberly insisted on wearing her new tartan skirt and white blouse and Adele let her. She held up a large brown paper shopping bag.

“These are for special, maybe your first school dance or something,” Adele handed over the bag.

Inside was a pair of peach-coloured satin and lace hipster panties and matching bra, two pairs of expensive sheer pantyhose, a pair of black high heels and a small cosmetic case.

Kimberly’s squeal could be heard across the parking lot.

Adele’s mobile phone rang and she took the call, shushing Kimberly who was now busy trying her new lingerie against her body to see how it looked.

“Hi Adele, Peter Duffy here,” Adele had dreaded this call but guessed it was inevitable.

“Hi Peter, how's things in the lobbyist industry?” Adele replied, walking out of earshot of Kimberly.

“It’s a growth industry honey, but you know that,” Peter replied.

“Look this isn’t some blast from the past, you know my current situation so get to the point and cut the through the bullshit,” Adele said curtly.

“Yeah, let’s cut though the bullshit shall we? I know that you are putting together a case against Brindle Coal and Power and you know that I’m their prime lobbyist,” Peter replied.

“That’s right you’re a lobbyist. You have no standing in the legal profession and you can’t represent Brindle constitutionally,” Adele made her point.

“I thought we were cutting though the bullshit Adele; you know I can pretty much do as I please. Grantham, Walker and Tate, who are the law firm that represents Brindle, have retained me in event that a claim is lodged by the law firm of Edwards and Bettany,” Peter sounded smug.

“A lawyer shall not form a partnership with a non-lawyer if any of the activities of the partnership consist of the practice of law,” I’m quoting the bar here Peter.

“Except I’m being hired as paralegal litigation support professional and mediator which as you know is not only legal, it’s a growing industry,” Adele could feel Peter’s smirk through the phone.

“Get to the point,” Adele was exasperated.

“Let’s sort this out cordially, perhaps over dinner and drinks. Bella de Loca tomorrow at eight; my treat,” Peter said.

“If I come I’m coming as a representative of the law firm of Edwards and Bettany, not as your date,” Adele said adamantly.

“It will be all business,” Peter broke the connection.

Adele took Kimberly home and apologised profusely to Tammy for buying her daughter the clothes that Tammy obviously could not afford.

“My daughter has taken a shine to you honey. I don’t mind one bit but please just be considerate with her. You’re not going to be around much after the case, whichever way it goes, so let her down gentle. And I’m serious about you adding payment for the clothes to your bill if we win,” Tammy smiled at Adele.

“I’m a lawyer Mrs Peak, we squeeze our clients for every cent,” Adele joked.

“Now is there anything I can do for you before I go?” Adele asked.

“Nah. I’m starting to come good. I’ll be bright as a button tomorrow so I’ll see you then,” Tammy squeezed Adele’s wrist and lay back on the couch.

Kimberly was fixing dinner for her mother in the kitchen and Adele went in to say goodbye.

“You know you don’t have to buy me stuff. I’ve never missed having the things I never had. But thank you so much Adele. I’m not sure you like me calling you Aunty Adele but you feel like a member of my family already,” Kimberly gave Adele a hug.

“Aunty Adele is fine Kimberly,” Adele returned the hug.

When Adele got back to her chalet she placed a conference call to Celia and Michelle and told them about the call she had received from Peter Duffy.

“How much do you think he knows?” Celia asked.

“He knows enough; but he obviously doesn’t know I’m down here in Missionville,” Adele replied.

“So accepting the dinner invitation tomorrow night was a bluff,” Michelle chimed in.

‘Well not exactly. I told him that a representative of the law firm of Edwards and Bettany would attend,” Adele replied.

“Batter up Michelle,” Adele grinned.

“You want me to represent the firm?” Michelle sounded a little sceptical.

“You’re our paralegal right? And you take the bar exam next month right? What do you think Celia, is it time for us to take on an Associate?” Adele and Celia had already discussed the matter.

“I think we need to find a new legal secretary and get our new Associate her own office,” Celia smiled at Michelle.

“Thank you guys so much,” Michelle was tearing up a little.

“Don’t thank us yet. You’ve yet to deal with Peter Duffy,” Adele warned her.

“Any pointers Adele?” Michelle said into the speaker phone.

“Just one. Keep him away from your feet,” Adele chuckled and hung up.

*****

Adele knew that she shouldn’t go anywhere near the Bear Mountain coal mine but she just wanted to see it herself one time. She could see it from a distance; the mountain dominated the landscape with its terrible scar. She packed a couple of bottles of water and hit the road.

She wished that she’d packed a pair of jeans and sensible shoes and debated driving back to the JCPenny and buying some but changed her mind. In any event she wore her workout clothes; navy-blue spandex leggings and a matching cropped sports top which supported her breasts without the need for a bra. She didn’t wear underwear under her tights but was tucked and taped. She wore her favourite Nike training shoes and Nike ballcap and carried a fanny-pack with a holster for a water bottle.

It she was challenged she could lie and say that she was out hiking and had got lost. It was a ludicrous excuse but she doubted that mineworkers and roustabouts understood the machinations of ditzy female lawyers and their exercise regimes.

There were two roads leading up Bear Mountain from Missionville. One was a two lane blacktop, heavily used and with mine detritus, mostly chunks coal that had fallen from trucks, mounded on either side of the verge. A sign read ‘Private Road – Access to BC&P Employees Only. A secondary bitumen road snaked off to the left. Beside it was the infamous sign disfigured with the ‘Bare Mountain’ graffiti. Underneath was another sign: Bear Mountain Lookouts 5-3-2 Miles. No Camping, No Open Fires.

Adele had done some research and knew that there was a car park at the second lookout from which a trail led to a ridge overlooking the mine. The lower lookout was mainly a car park for hikers who wanted to an easy hike along the bottom of the Appellation Trail and the third upper lookout no longer existed, it had been ripped out along with the summit of Bear Mountain.

She also knew from talking to Kimberly that the second lookout was no longer on the tourist trail and seldom used except by local teens who used it make out, drink and smoke weed. Who wanted to go to a lookout where you were libel to be covered in coal dust and have to listen to a mountain being torn apart only half a mile behind you?

Adele turned onto the lookout road, narrowly avoiding a monstrous coal haulage truck that came barrelling down the BC&P road and swerved onto the County road on its way to the railhead just outside of Missionville.

Adel drove up the potholed bitumen road and it was obvious that it was seldom used; tree branches protruded onto the road and the road markings were faded. Adele zig-zagged up the road avoiding the branches and the worst of the potholes, she passed the lower lookout with half a dozen 4WD and SUVs parked in the car park and continued onto the middle lookout which was now technically the top lookout she supposed.

The car park was deserted and she parked next to a decrepit concrete structure comprising of an open air gallery and a toilet block. Adele got out of her car and walked over to the cavernous shelter where there were scarred heavy-duty plastic picnic tables and benches. At one time they had been bolted to the concrete floor but the kids had uprooted some of the benches and put them in a circle around an improvised fire pit. There were empty booze bottles and cans, cigarette butts, snack wrappers and the usual detritus one would expect in such a place where kids illicitly partied.

In the far corner two of the benches had been pushed together to create a makeshift bed. It was surrounded by opened condom wrappers and discarded contraceptives. A jumble of stained bedclothes was heaped in the middle of the makeshift bed and a pair of gummed-up white panties entwined in a pair of laddered pantyhose sat atop the heaped blankets like some sort of trophy. Adele wrinkled her nose and moved on.

The stench as she neared the ablutions block turned her away and she stepped out onto the lookout and opened a bottle of water. She sipped it whilst looking at the vista of the Appellation Mountains stretching to the horizon. The handrail was rusted and everything was covered in grime. The place was eerie, silent, except for the rumbling of distant machinery.

Adele found the walking trail that led away from the lookout towards the ridge above mine and set out. It was cool under the forest canopy and she made good time jogging along the trail. The trail ended abruptly at the top of an escarpment and below was a panorama of hell on earth.

The side of mountain had been cut into tiers that followed the coal seam. Huge excavators ripped the coal out of the galleries and the black scoria ran along conveyors and was dumped into huge pyramids. Front end loaders and bulldozers worked around the pyramids like insects tending a hive, loading the coal into the big red coal trucks. Across the black barren plain at the foot of the mine stood a cluster of white aluminium demountable buildings; the mine’s administration offices. Men in high visibility Day-Glo safety vests and hardhats stood around in small groups, looking at site maps and shouting at each other over the noise.

The air was thick with fine dust and diesel exhaust and Adele could only watch for about fifteen minutes before she was sickened by the sight and smell of the place. She turned and jogged back to the lookout.

Adele drank some water and then started a series of standing leg-presses using the trunk of her car for support. She heard the crunch of shoes on gravel behind her and was about to turn around when she found herself pressed against the car, bent over the trunk with her face inches from the hot metal.

She was too shocked to even cry out. She realised how stupid she had been.

A hand slid across her torso and cupped her breast and another squeezed her buttocks.

“You shouldn’t be out here all alone ma’am anything could happen to a pretty thing like you,” a voice growled in her ear.

She was immensely relieved to realise that it was Wayne Sutter who currently had her pinned against her car and was molesting her.

“You better stop what you’re doing mister; I know the local sheriff,” Adele said smugly, playing along.

“What you mean stop doing this?” he slunk his hand inside her top and squeezed her breast.

Adele gasped when he tweaked her nipple.

“Or this?” his other hand slipped inside her tights and caressed her buttocks.

Wayne held her against the car with his bodyweight, his hips and thighs pressed against her while he pestered her.

“Ok Wayne; the joke’s over. Let me go,” Adele attempted to wriggle free.

“All that wriggling is getting me excited ma’am. I like the feel of your fanny in those tights rubbing on my cock,” Wayne grunted.

“Oh my god! You haven’t…” but Adele could now feel his cock nestled in her buttocks.

“Come on Wayne; stop fooling around, what if somebody comes?” Adele continued to struggle.

“What? And sees us doing this,” Wayne pulled down her tights lightning fast and slid his cock into her ass.

“Oh Jesus!” Adele groaned.

Wayne had somehow planned his fake assault because his cock was lubricated and slid into her tight anus in one long easy stroke.

“You know this is technically sexual assault,” Adele sighed, surrendering.

“Not if you like it, it isn’t,” Wayne grinned and began to slowly fuck her.

“I have an expert witness who can prove otherwise,” Adele grunted and began to push back on his cock.

Wayne ripped away the surgical tape holding Adele’s penis along her perineum and was not surprised to find her semi-erect. He improved her erection as he slowly fucked her, using her precum to lubricate her shaft, bringing Adele to full tumescence.

“The Brits have a stupid saying: ‘if rape is inevitable; lie back and think of England’ but all I can think of right now is how naughty this is, fucking out in the open,” Adele gasped.

Wayne’s only response was to increase the tempo of his fucking and to stroke her faster.

They spoke no more, Wayne fucked Adele hard and fast and she pushed back against him, writhing with pleasure, squeezing her anus to stimulate him. His cock pressed on her prostate and his fingers worked on her throbbing cock and Adele sprayed her seed onto the gravel, collapsing against the car with the intensity of her orgasm.

Wayne pulled her back against him and drove his cock all the way inside her and ejaculated.

They both gasped and groaned and finally Wayne fell on top of her exhausted.

“Get off me you big lunk,” Adele tried to wriggle free giggling when Wayne wouldn’t let her.

Finally he let her up off the trunk of her car and spun her around and kissed her. She put her arms around his neck and gazed up into his eyes.

“What you just did to me is still illegal in some states,” she smiled up at him.

“That makes it all the more titillating,” he kissed her again.

“So what are you some sort of Boy Scout or just a plain pervert carrying sexual lubricant in your car just in case you come across a damsel taking an innocent hike who needs a good fucking?” Adele joked.

“What sexual lubricant? You mean this?” Wayne produced a tube of sunscreen from his pocket.

“As a Marine I learned to adapt, improvise and overcome,” he grinned.

“Jesus Wayne!” Adele punched him in the shoulder.

“Well I was just gonna come over and say hello and then I saw your spandex-clad heinie all pushed out and wriggling and I got a better idea. That’s some derriere you have there Adele,” Wayne spanked it playfully.

“Speaking of which,” Adele tucked herself away and hitched up her leggings while Wayne put his cock back in his pants and zipped.

This was just as well because a rust-pitted twin-cab pickup drove into the parking lot at speed, kicking up a trail of dust. The occupants saw the sheriff’s cruiser parked behind Adele’s BMW and slowed down. They cruised past slowly and the passenger, a pale fat man with a ballcap pulled low over his eyes wound down the window.

“Morning sheriff; morning ma’am,” he put a hand to the peak of his cap in a mock salute.

“Morning boys. Can I help you?” Wayne Sutter rested his hands on hips, his right hand close to his weapon.

Wayne looked nervous.

“No thanks sheriff, just taking a drive,” the man replied and driver accelerated away.

The sheriff nodded at the passenger who nodded back curtly.

*****

“Did you see what they was doing?” the pale fat man said to the muscular tanned driver of the pickup.

“We both watched them from yonder copse Dale, of course I saw what they was doing,” the driver replied.

“She’s got a great ass,” Dale chuckled.

“Well it also looks like she’s more than friendly with the sheriff. Now there’s a turn-up,” the driver reached for his cell phone.

*****

“Ok honey now we’ve had some fun I warned you to stay away from the mine,” Wayne became serious.

“I’m not at the mine. I’m at the lookout and I just came up here to go for a jog,” Adele replied indignantly.

“Are you following me Sheriff?” it was Adele’s turn to put her hands on her hips.

“I told you I’d look out for you. Being alone up here, given who you are and what you’re about, was pretty foolhardy,” Wayne touched her cheek gently.

“In this case you're just lucky I came along,” he grinned.

Adele shook him off.

“Look Wayne, I like having you for a fuck-buddy but you’ve made it plain you are neutral when it comes to Brindle Coal so you have no right to tell me what to do so long as what I do is legal,” Adele huffed.

“I like it when you’re mad. Can I come around and check on you later tonight; just to make sure you’re ok?” he grinned.

“I’ll let you know. I’m a busy girl,” Adele smiled cheekily and opened the door to her car.

“You sure are Adele,” Wayne said wistfully.

Adele drove off spinning her wheels and spraying gravel.

“By the way, you’ve got cum on your fanny,” he called after her chuckling to himself, then he sauntered back to his cruiser

*****

“You’re not Adele!” Peter Duffy stood up when Michelle DeLong stopped at his table at Bella de Loca at precisely eight o’clock.

“No I’m not. I don’t have a dick but I do have great knockers and a shaved bush,” Michelle smiled sweetly at him.

Peter was taken aback; speechless.

He recovered quickly.

“Jeez you Edwards and Bettany girls play hardball,” he chuckled.

“Let’s start again. Michelle DeLong; pleased to meet you, Adele Edwards is otherwise engaged,” Michelle gave him a brilliant smile.

Peter came around behind her and pulled out her chair.

Michelle was tall with flaming red hair that cascaded to her bare shoulders. Her skin was bronzed, reflective of her part Italian heritage. She had her Scottish mother’s fiery hair and matching temper and her Neapolitan father’s complexion, grace and ability to control it.

She was wearing a strapless, white, knee-length satin sheath and red Jimmy Choo’s, her legs were glad in gossamer nude thigh-high hold-up stockings. Her makeup was heavy but perfect, with dark eyes and ruby-red lips, she smelled of Shalimar and her gold jewellery and matching clutch glimmered in the candlelight.

Peter eased the chair under her delicious derriere and she sat, smiling up at him. Peter went around the table and sat opposite.

“You told Adele that this was a business dinner and she told you that she would be representing Edwards and Bettany, attorneys at law. Adele is otherwise engaged so I’m here representing the firm,” Michelle reached for her water glass.

Peter Duffy smiled. He knew exactly where Adele was and he was hoping his dinner invitation would cause her to return but she had outfoxed him. First point to Adele he thought.

They made small talk telling each other who they were, although Michelle knew everything she needed to know about Peter Duffy already. After the entrée Peter got down to business.

“Your firm is bringing a wrongful death suit against Brindle Coal and Power,” he began.

“Are we?” Michelle smiled back at him.

“You haven’t filed yet but your team is building a case. Adele has even been down to Missionville and is keeping company with Tammy Peak whose husband died of cancer recently which she claims was caused by the effects of the mine,” Peter returned her smile.

“Is she?” Michelle picked at her dessert.

“Aren’t you worried about putting on weight? You just ate a whole lobster and now you’re eating Crème Brulee?” Peter tried a diversion tactic.

Tammy was right about Michelle DeLong being a model when she first met her at the law office. Michelle had once modelled professionally, mainly doing online catalogues and bit-pieces in TV commercials but she had supplemented her income by working for Executive Encounters as a high-priced callgirl. She was one of the ‘me too’ girls that Adele had litigated for against Danny Benstead, Brian Stetford, Peter Grady, Mitchell Brooks. They had forced her into a gangbang in a hotel room where she was expecting to meet only Mitchell Brooks but then the other three men came into the room. They kept her in the room for three hours taking turns or joining in when it suited them.

Some of things they did to her she liked and some of the things they did to her she didn’t. What she definitely didn’t like was that they photographed her in compromising positions and offered her two thousand dollars to remain silent and threatened to send the photographs to her friends and family if she spoke up.

The case was settled out of court but Michelle got a taste for the legal work. Michelle had assisted Adele and Celia putting together the case files and she had an affinity for it. Adele and Celia took her on as a legal secretary while she went to law school using the settlement to pay her school fees, buy a nice apartment and an imported sports car.

“I used to be a model so I know exactly how many calories I’ve consumed and exactly how much exercise I will have to do tomorrow to work them off. I figured you’re buying dinner so why not splurge,” Michelle grinned at him.

“I have a private gym membership that you are welcome to use; I’d like to see you in a leotard,” Peter smirked.

“Now you’re trying to unsettle me. Adele told me about you and this isn’t the real you. You are not some smarmy misogynist creep,” Michelle replied.

“Oh really? What else did she tell you?” his smile was infectious.

“She also told me to keep you away from my feet,” she said wryly.

Peter burst out laughing.

“Ok Miss DeLong, here is my pitch. Brindle has settled a few minor claims but nothing like a wrongful death and we won’t settle this one either, that would be tantamount to admitting guilt and opening the floodgates,” Peter opened his hands expressively.

“There will be no pre-trial settlement and in fact there won’t be a trial. We destroyed Dewey, Howe and French before they got to court and your puny firm will fare no better,” Peter said plainly.

“But, and it’s a big but; I like Adele and I like you now that I have met you, and Brindle Coal and Power isn’t heartless so they will purchase Tammy Peak’s property for twice the market value. So Mrs Peak gets a good chunk of cash and Brindle gets a block of land it can use to store and tranship coal, right at the bottom of Bear Mountain.”

“This is a win-win situation Michelle,” Peter gave her that dazzling smile.

“All wrapped up in an NDA of course,” Michelle gave him an equally dazzling smile.

“Well yes we want a Non-Disclosure Agreement, the amount paid for the Peak property must be kept secret otherwise Brindle will get milked every time we try to buy land in Silas County,” Peter nodded.

“Or, people might think that they’re paying conscience money to a widow whose husband they killed,” Michelle replied.

“No one’s saying that,” Peter said sternly.

“Well as you know we are legally bound to put your offer to our client,” Michelle thawed and smiled at him.

Kimberly was well aware that Peter kept referring to Brindle Coal and Power as ‘we’ which was an indication as to how far in bed he was with the company.

“Ok, now that we have completed our business, can I buy a pretty girl a drink? At somewhere a little more salubrious,” he gave her that heartbreaker grin and Michelle melted.

“Are you going to stay away from my feet?” she grinned.

“I am not gonna promise that,” he grinned back at her.

And sure enough Peter Duffy was a man of his word.

Two hours later he had Michelle lying on his big bed, she was still fully clothed and he was naked. He removed a high heel and used his tongue and his lips on her toes; sucking on them through the gauzy reinforced toe of her stocking. He removed the other heel and went to work on her other foot, leaving Michelle writhing on the bed.

She guided his face up her legs and under her dress and put his mouth where she needed it. He lapped at her moistened cunt through her sheer white nylon panties and then ripped them off with his teeth.

Peter pulled her out of her dress and tore off her brassiere and Michelle loved him for being rough with her, she wanted it that way tonight. She was left only in her stockings and Peter pounced on her kneading her breasts while he slavered at her mouth. He put his free hand between Michelle’s legs and opened her sex; he inserted two fingers inside her and used his thumb on her clitoris.

“Oh god fuck me!” this is how Peter wanted her; begging for it.

Peter flipped her up on her knees and slammed his cock into hot wet cunt, holding her hips and jackhammering his cock in and out of her, fucking her doggy style.

Michelle moaned with lust when he pulled on her hair and slammed himself all the way inside her and came. She felt his cock convulse and this triggered Michelle’s orgasm, assisted by Peter caressing her clit with his middle finger.

Their second round of lovemaking was soft and tender, under the satin sheets in the missionary position, gazing into each other’s eyes, kissing each other softly, slowly building to their second climax of the evening.

The next morning Michelle was spared the walk of shame by taking a town car directly to the law office from Peter’s apartment. She kept a change of clothes there and was finishing touching up her makeup when Celia came in. She saw Michelle sitting at her desk and popped her head around the door.

“He fucked you didn’t he? Celia said without any preamble.

“No I… how could you possibly know that!” Michelle blushed a deep red, her anger rising.

“I didn’t know. If you want to be good lawyer always object before your client answers a leading question,” Celia explained.

“Also there is a pair of ripped white nylon panties poking out of your gym bag,” Celia grinned and walked off towards her office.

“I’ll make the coffee and then you can brief me on what, if any, business occurred last night,” Celia called over shoulder.

At the morning teleconference Adele informed Celia and Michelle that Tammy Peak’s response to Brindle Coal and Power’s offer to buy her land was to tell them to ‘stick it up their asses’.

“That sums up the state of mind of our client. The offer from Brindle is actually not a bad way to recompense her but Tammy wants Brindle to admit that they poisoned her husband so we continue with our plan to file accordingly,” Adele summed up the situation in Missionville.

“Also despite her optimism, Tammy’s condition hasn’t improved,” Adele reported.

“Well we have a case. We have enough evidence to file the wrongful death suit. We’ll need more time for discovery and to find and prep more witnesses, but given Tammy’s condition I say we file asap,” Celia said.

“I hate the hick legislation that gets imposed in places like Missionville to deliberately favour big corporate defendants. A member of the deceased’s family must accompany the attorney when the case is filed. Apparently it’s to stop ambulance chasers lodging claims on behalf of clients they do not yet represent,” Adele explained.

“Tammy is too sick to leave the house so Kimberly will accompany me to the Silas County Courthouse in Missionville where we have a meeting with the court clerk at one pm to file our case. Celia, get saddled up and meet me there, let’s go in loaded for bear, pardon the pun,” Adele smiled.

“We seriously need to get you outta there, you’re talking like more like a hick every day,” Celia replied.

“Oh and I know you’re going to hate this but no short skirts and fully fashioned stockings please; we need the locals to take us seriously. Wear your court attire and I’ll wear mine,” Adele said.

“I’ve rented office space for us in town so get our team down here.”

“Michelle, you hold the fort back home. Check and double-check our brief and update it as necessary keeping us informed,” Adele signed off.

“What about Peter Duffy, what do we tell him?” Michelle asked.

“We tell him nothing. He’ll get Tammy’s answer when we file the suit,” Adele replied smugly.

“Oh, and try not to accidentally fuck him while I’m gone,” Celia patted Michelle’s cheek playfully.

To be continued.