#LawFirmWhore

‘Ah, Ms Dainty; thank you for coming in. This is Mr Weiss, and Mr Lvov. We are about to conclude a most important agreement with them, one which the practice is very pleased to have won. We look forward to a long and constructive relationship with these gentlemen and the organisation which they represent.’ I nodded, smiled—a little uncertainly; the two strangers were looking at me in a way that somehow didn’t fit. At the time, I couldn’t figure out what it was, although it would be obvious to me now. In any event, the next statement utterly shocked me; ‘I have a slightly surprising request of you, Ms Dainty, but one which I require you to consider most carefully. The practice requests that you sexually entertain these two gentlemen, this afternoon, in an anonymously hired suite at the Regency Hotel.’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 48 minutes; 10200 words

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There was the need in me for something— by this point almost anything— to happen. Anything that would make my experience real, make it mean something— even if that turned out to mean something terrible, I needed it. Equally, though, there was the despair in me that anything, ever, would happen— so solid was the stone wall that seemed to have been built between the events of that afternoon and the daily life of the firm. I had no possible way of imagining just what would happen within the next few hours. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 46 minutes; 9800 words

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