WARNING: LAWYER TERMINOLOGY IN USE
Oliver wasn't the sharpest tool out of the tool box, however he somehow still landed some big time job at major law firm. Lord knows how he was able to work their, he was a shitty associate. He had yet to win a court case in 12 years of practicing law. But the partner of the firm, Danica Richards, saw something in Oliver no one else did; untapped potential. But Oliver did see something in Danica that he liked; she was stunning. Danica was a 50 year old single mother of one who could very easily pass for 30, she was slim with well endowed 34F breasts. She had been an attorney for over 20 years and had been a partner of the firm for over 16 years, her record high court success rate lead to her early advancement. Oliver would lustfully stare at her every chance he got, just thinking about how he'd approach her if he took the opportunity. Suddenly, one of the lowly legal assistants had informed Oliver that Ms. Richards would like to see him in her office; pronto.
Disastrous thoughts ran through Oliver's head. She's gonna fire me, isn't she?
He thought to himself. He knew Ms. Richards was a generally kind person, but she was supremely quick to cut loose ends in her firm. He was sweating profusely as he grabbed hold of the doorknob and entered her office. "Good afternoon, Mr. Kenton. You may grab a seat, I've been expecting you." she said to him. Oliver slowly pulled out a chair and took his seat. Danica looked at him straight in the eyes and then smiled. "I'm not going to fire you." she announced. Oliver was excited as he gave himself a fist pump. "Yeah! Wait...then why do you need to see me?" His joy was short lived as he was trying to figure out the purpose of this consultation. "I'm going to train you to become a better lawyer." she explained. "You do have some potential. After all, you did Harvard Law; my alma mater. I'll mentor you at my place. Interested?" she offered him. It was a no brainer to Oliver. "Yeah, sure. Just name the time and place." he answered her. Danica looked at her watch. "It's time to close up, so I'll take you in my car and we'll begin. Come along, Ollie
." Ollie? Is that her nickname for me? Cool!
Oliver said to himself as he followed his dream woman out the door.
They arrived at Danica's home, she then opened the door and led Oliver inside. Oliver then proceeded to attempt to small talk with her. "Hmm. With your salary, I thought you would've settled for something much more.....grand." he said to her as he sat on one of her cushions. Danica stared back at him. "Downsizing saves me lots of money for more important things; like sending my daughter to the prestigious University of Oxford in England." she scolded him. Oliver stood corrected. "I'll go change into some house clothes. Don't touch anything. I'll be right back." Danica then made her way into her bedroom as Oliver awaited her. Should I make my move now...or no?
Oliver continued in his thoughts. I'll just wait for the right moment.
Moments later, Danica came out of her bedroom in an all black laced lingerie outfit with black shear nylons and black peep toes heels with blood red insoles. Oliver was beyond astonished. "That's what you consider house clothes?" he questioned her. Danica rolled her eyes. "My house, my rules. Now are you ready to be mentored or are you just going to stare at something you can't have?" Oliver shook it off. "Okay I'm ready to begin."
Danica sat down next to Oliver, she then pulled out a book from underneath the cushion. As she was doing that, Oliver kept on looking at her chest. "Eye problem?" Danica asked him. He was caught. Finally she was able to retrieve the book and set it down on her lap. "What kind of book is that?" Oliver asked. The book was thick and old. "It's my old law school book." she explained to him. "The Exponentia Liber
. Latin for Law Book." Oliver was impressed. "So what will you first train me on?" Danica pondered for a moment. "We have to get you to know your Latin terms. They're the bread and butter of us attorneys. With terms like contra legem
; against the law. It's the very basics." Oliver nodded feeling quite intrigued. "Ok, ok. How about I give it a shot?" he asked her. "I don't know. I guess I can give you a term to read. Pronunciation is key." she said to him as she flipped through the book. "Aha! Read this then." She said as pointed at the text. Oliver looked over it as he slowly began to say it. "Facere.......mihi.........minimis
?" And instantaneously, Oliver found himself on the floor next to Danica's high heels; but was only 3 inches tall!
"Whoa! What just happened?" Oliver was freaking out. Meanwhile, Danica looked down at him chuckling. "What's so funny? What happened?"" Oliver demanded. "If you were a competent lawyer, you would have already figured it out." she said to him. Oliver was still confused. "English, please?" Danica sighed in disgust. "The book title doesn't mean Law Book, it means Spell Book in Latin. So I made you read a spell. Farece mihi minimis
; that means 'mmake me little
. And you made yourself like that. Pitiful." she mocked him. Oliver was in disbelief. "How could you do that?" he wondered. "How? Are you fucking kidding me? You're a piece of shit lawyer, that's how!" Danica slipped off her left heel and planted her foot atop of Oliver, pinning him down on the ground. Her foot only covered the upper half of his body, which unfortunately he was forced to inhale the stench coming from Danica's nyloned foot.
"How does someone lose every case in 12 years? Not even one victory when the law was in favor of you." Danica pressed down slightly harder on top of Oliver. He could feel the enormous weight building, but his screams were being muzzled by cloth and sweaty flesh. "You're so damn useless. Maybe you'll do better as my foot slave. Oh yes, that's a marvelous idea. You can massage my feet after a long day. It's 12 years overdue, coming from the shit you put me through. Next you can show my feet the TLC they deserve by showering them with kisses and licking them clean. Yummy! When you have finished doing that, you deserve a nice dink. A sweaty drink provided from the my favorite pair of nylons that I always wear. Any thoughts, Ollie
?" Oliver could hear everything that she said, but couldn't make a rebuttal due to the tremendous weight of Danica's foot pinning him onto the floor. "Huh? What's that you say? You would love that?" she mocked him. She then crossed her right leg over her left and began to take off her other heel. "I guess your real
training begins. If you be a good slave, I'll let the other girls borrow you during lunch. But if you so ever be anything like your inability to be a decent attorney; you will be permanently
terminated!" Danica gave Oliver a stern warning as she set her other foot down. "Now, start licking."
Recap time! Oliver wanted Danica so bad. Danica wanted to fire him so bad. But she did believe in him. How else did he last so long there? But instead gave him a demotion and an opportunity at something he could be good at; being her foot slave. He wasn't the first one though. Every man that was lacking performance wise under Danica was shrunken and turned into a foot slave. However, they didn't last; poor quality slaves. Best of luck to Oliver, he's really going to need it. To always be continued