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Gangbanging The Boss

Copyright 2012 by Justine Snowe


Jessica paced anxiously in kitchen of her townhouse, her flats tapping softly on the tile like a metronome. She checked the clock hanging on the wall again. It said it was a quarter to nine, be she was sure it had said that over half an hour ago. She wrung her hands, and resumed pacing.

Her natural instinct was to believe that the clock was broken, and that someone out there had screwed her over by selling her a faulty clock. She would sue them, find the manufacturer and wring every penny out of their pockets, grind them beneath her heel. She knew it was absurd, but her aggressive, take no prisoners personality had gotten her far in the world of law, and as a woman in a very male dominated field, she needed that edge. Other lawyers tended to view her as a dumb blonde, a pretty face with an empty head. That is, at least, until she opened her mouth and flayed them with her acerbic tongue and wintry demeanor. Word spread fast after the first couple of devastating encounters in court at the beginning of her career, and her reputation as an ice queen was now firmly cemented.

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