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Stephanie Rollins slowly approached her young, unsuspecting co-worker, Rose Matthews, who had just joined the legal firm three months ago. Every time she gazed at the young, twenty-one-year-old brunette, Stephanie was practically panting like a bitch in heat. Finally, after the big boss, Nathalie Partridge, and the three other partners?of which Stephanie was the fourth?had left, Stephanie was in charge of pretty, young Rose. As she walked towards the younger woman file some papers for Nathalie's new case, the older woman purred to herself, *quot;It's all right?don't be afraid. All I want is for you to lick my pussy.*quot;

But Stephanie knew she had to play it cool, so as not to scare the young woman?the last thing anyone wanted for the firm of Partridge, Drake, Kennedy, Falkner, she'd earned it?graduating top of her class at Yale Law School, with a 4.4 GPA, and getting every scholarship in the book to get where she was today. She remembered the dream she'd captured in that bottle for herself at the age of thirteen, just a month before her fourteenth birthday, and as she graduated from middle school, that it was all she wanted?that is, until pretty little Rose Matthews walked in the door as their brand-new spring associate.

*quot;Rose,*quot; Stephanie said, approaching her completely and smiled.

Rose turned, her sapphire eyes still captivating Stephanie. *quot;Yes, Ms. Rollins?*quot; she asked, flashing her a perfect smile; that evening, she was dressed in an above-the-knee length red, flared skirt with a stylish white sweater, golden chain belt, and knee-high, black leather boots. *quot;Is everything all right? Do you need a coffee or something? I could get it for you...*quot;

Stephanie smiled and shook her head. *quot;No?you probably don't remember, I'm the only partner who drinks tea.*quot;

*quot;Tea, right. Sorry,*quot; Rose said. *quot;Shall I fetch you a tea, then?*quot;

*quot;No, no, it's fine, really,*quot; Stephanie said. *quot;I've just finished going over a deposition for a case I have next week and believe me, the last thing I need is caffeine right now.*quot;

*quot;That's for the Westbrook case, right, Ms. Rollins?*quot;

Stephanie raised her eyebrows. *quot;Well, you certainly do your homework, don't you, Rose?*quot; she asked, impressed.

*quot;Well, it's in all the papers, and they said our firm was handling it,*quot; Rose said, backtracking quickly?the poor girl thought that Ms. Rollins believed that she'd been snooping around some of the confidential files. *quot;I just assumed, since Partridge and Drake are handling the wrongful death suit, and Kennedy and Faulkner are handling the child abuse case that you...*quot;

*quot;Yes, I'm handling the Westbrook case,*quot; Stephanie replied with a smile. *quot;Actually, I was reading about you the other day?you're at Yale?*quot;

*quot;Yes. Graduating in June,*quot; Rose replied, beaming.

*quot;I graduated from Yale myself,*quot; Stephanie said. *quot;It's good to see our associates are coming from my alma mater.*quot;

*quot;When did you graduate?*quot; Rose asked, the question spoken before she could stop herself. *quot;I'm so sorry, Ms. Rollins. That was rude...*quot;

Stephanie smiled, finding herself aroused by Rose's discomfort. *quot;No need to apologize,*quot; she replied easily. *quot;I graduated seven years ago, when I was twenty-one.*quot;

*quot;So, you're twenty-eight now?*quot;

*quot;Yes. Twenty-nine in December,*quot; Stephanie said, half-hoping that Rose would present herself, nude, with a massive red bow tied around her neck for her Christmas/birthday gift.

Rose quickly checks her phone. *quot;It's almost six now. You live in Westchester, right?*quot;

Stephanie was touched that Rose knew where she lived. *quot;I do.*quot;

*quot;Well, your husband will be worried about you, won't he?*quot; she asked. *quot;Or not husband,*quot; she said quickly after seeing Stephanie's raised eyebrows. *quot;Do you prefer fiancé? Boyfriend? Or partner?*quot;

Stephanie smiles and shakes her head. *quot;No, Rose. I'm not involved...with men.*quot;

Rose let out a sigh of relief. *quot;Sorry, again,*quot; she said, shaking her head. *quot;I should have guessed by your expression. People are so much more open about their sexuality these days. Comes with the territory, I guess.*quot; She turns briefly back to the filing cabinet and files the stack of folders away for the following week. *quot;Well, nearly six o'clock on a Friday?you must be exhausted, Ms. Rollins.*quot;

Stephanie shrugged. *quot;Honestly, I'm hankering for an expensive meal out.*quot; She crossed her arms and stared at Rose. *quot;Would you like to join me, or do the dorms have a curfew?*quot;

Rose grins. *quot;No, I don't live in the dorms. My late uncle left me his brownstone in Fairfield, so not too far from here?an hour, give or take.*quot;

*quot;You drive?*quot;

*quot;I do,*quot; Rose said, seemingly flattered. *quot;My father bought me the car I drive in now as a sixteenth birthday present.*quot;

*quot;Well, you must have to fill up your car now and again,*quot; Stephanie said. *quot;Will you go with me to dinner?*quot;

*quot;Um...*quot; Rose hesitated.

Stephanie smiled. *quot;Come on?I see you're done with your filing and its Friday night. You don't seem like the partygoer to me.*quot;

*quot;How Ankara escort do you know what I am?*quot; Rose demanded hotly.

Ooh, feisty, Stephanie thought to herself, but she remained calm. *quot;You're right?how rude of me to make assumptions. I merely ask you to go to dinner with me because I'm allowed a special guest with me in the courtroom. You seemed interested in the Westbrook case so I figured, if you were open to it, we could discuss it over dinner.*quot;

Rose sighed, seeing her error. *quot;Sorry,*quot; she said. *quot;Really. It's just that I've heard that sometimes people in authority can come on to subordinates.*quot;

You don't know the half of it, Stephanie mused, but she kept her smile in check. *quot;Don't worry?I am hardly going to abduct you in the night. How about I give you the address of the place and you meet me there? Deal?*quot;

Rose nodded. *quot;Okay,*quot; she said, allowing a small smile to play at her lips as she keyed the address of Stephanie's favorite steakhouse into her phone.

*quot;Great,*quot; Stephanie said. *quot;I'll meet you there in twenty minutes.*quot; She gave Rose a smile and turned back into her office, logging off her work computer and beginning to gather her briefcase as Rose went to the associate's office to grab her coat and purse.

Stephanie left the building and went underground to the parking garage, finding her luxury car without difficulty and getting inside, strapping herself in. It took all of Stephanie's strength not to stick her fingers into her pussy as she drove across town to The Indigo Medallion, the best steakhouse in town. She had a private table permanently booked Friday to Sunday, in case it suited her fancy, and would eat there at least one of those days. The proprietor was a kind elderly gentleman from Phoenix, Arizona called Nate, and he had been like a second father figure to her in her years of going there. He knew of her sexual orientation and deliberately gave her a table in the back, surrounded by curtains?even if she dined alone?on the off chance she would encounter a woman there to fondle during her meal.

She arrived at the restaurant just sixteen minutes later, and was immediately shown to her table by the maitre D, a man in his forties, named Dimitri, who was a partner in the restaurant business with Nate. Stephanie gave Nate the name of her date that evening, as well as Dimitri, and they'd agreed on the utmost discretion, and immediately pulled the curtains surrounding her table upon her arrival. As Stephanie sat back in the circular booth, she contemplated the menu, always torn between the roasted half chicken and the New York steak, medium rare. About four and a half minutes later, the curtains twitched and Rose let herself in, smiling at Stephanie and sitting across from her.

*quot;The curtains?*quot; she asks, a delicious giggle escaping her throat. *quot;What? Are these some sort of perk or something?*quot;

Stephanie nods. *quot;You could say that.*quot; She nodded at Rose's menu. *quot;They encourage the people to order an appetizer, then a soup or salad, entrée, and then dessert. Get whatever you want?we'll be discussing business, so this meal is deductible anyway.*quot;

Rose grinned briefly before opening the black leather menu and peering inside. *quot;So many delicious-sounding things,*quot; she mused. *quot;My mother was a chef.*quot;

*quot;Really?*quot; Stephanie asked, suddenly curious.

*quot;Yeah?Le Cordon Bleu and everything,*quot; Rose said, bragging about her mother in the nicest possible way.

*quot;Is that how she met your dad?*quot;

*quot;Yes,*quot; Rose replied, obviously touched at the memory of her parents meeting. *quot;My dad was a doctor and?after they got together?they came up with healthy alternatives in the kitchen; owned a magazine, too?Doc