As Ashley Mendes again sashayed into the paralegal office known as Bagwell and Associates, she said to the secretary in front of her who was on the phone:
“Hello, Kathy,” she said in her most cordial voice.
“Hold on,” the older lady said. “Mr. Bagwell wants to see you as soon as possible.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“You’re welcome,” the secretary named Kathy said, smiling at her. Ashley promptly left. The lady watched her leave and sighed.
“Mr. Bagwell, your appointment is here.”
Ashley took a deep breath before making her way to Marcus Bagwell’s office. As she felt some looks from the males that worked there as she walked to his office, she looked back with a smile.
“Hey, boys.”
“Hi, Ashley,” the guys all said with a grin.
By now, Ashley was a proud woman with curves in all the right spaces. She was used to it. In fact, she took it as a compliment whenever a set of eyes laid on her oh-so-voluptuous ass. Right before she got to the boss’ office, she saw a friendly face...
“Ashley,” Christian said to Ashley.
“Christian, what’s up?” Ashley replied, nonchalantly.
“I’m sorry, but you might be in trouble. Remember that party we went to at the Kingstons?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“Yeah, my uncle is the boss here. He is a hard ass, as you know. He says fraternizing here is prohibited. When you know and I know...”
He got interrupted.
“I know. I know.”
He’s hard on me because of nepotism. And I know his weaknesses. I know. I say this: I’ve seen people get fired for less than me. I already gave my side. I just got this job. You just got yours. Do your magic. Trust me. You got this," Christian said.
“Wait, he knows? Everything?"
“Yes. Landon and London told me. He got the info from Sabrina before that. But anyway,” Christian said. “You got this, Ash. Trust me. High five.”
“Oh no, not here. It's not appropriate!” She said.
“Yes, here.”
Christian and Ashley did a high five-low five combo which ended up in them both slapping their buttocks. “That never gets old,” Christian said.
“Christian! Back to work,” a deep voice said.
He promptly went back, and whispered to her:
“Duty calls. You've got this. You know you do,” Christian said.
“Miss Mendes?" Mr. Bagwell said.
“Yes, sir?"
“I heard you had quite the shindig last week. And yes I know everything. I talked to everybody, including my interesting nephew. It’s called Bagwell and Associates for a reason,” Mr. Bagwell said.
“Yes, it was actually Landon and London’s party. We were just there.”
“Miss Mendes, you do know that fraternization is extremely frowned upon here, right?" he said.
“Oh, yes, sir.”
“Let’s cut to the chase. You and my nephew have history together. You two were at the Kingstons’ party together. What happened that night?"
Ashley sighed, knowing what happened that night would be brought to light. However, Christian claimed that Mr. Bagwell knew everything by piecing everything together. So internally, Ashley began to formulate a plan and said:
“Fuck it. You know, sir, I really didn’t see Chris until later. I saw him dancing with Becky. I was having drinks with Michelle and Dylan when he went upstairs with her. Now, Christian is relatively a lightweight...” Ashley said, before being interrupted. Ashley looked into Marcus Bagwell’s eyes. He knew she was truthful.
“Miss Mendes, I will be real and upfront with you. Since this is your first infraction, I will let you off with a warning,” Mr. Bagwell said.
“Thank you. Thank you, sir.”
“As for my nephew...”
“What about him?" Ashley asked.
“I will let him keep his job on one condition...” Mr. Bagwell said.
“What condition?" she said.
Mr. Bagwell checked out her buttocks. Ashley silently said:
“Oh.”
Ashley turned around and smiled with increasing confidence.
“I knew Christian liked you for a reason," Mr. Bagwell said, while roughly pulling up her skirt, getting a glimpse of her cute panties. He pulled down her panties and smacked her ass cheeks. She moaned softly.
