Keywords: Doing, The, Case, for, Debbie,

The tedium finally broke at a quarter to seven, late that Friday night. We had been on the contract for almost two months, making sure that the details were all ironed out and then ironed out again once the two parties took turns changing their minds again and again. I should have been happy about the billable hours, and the generous amount of money those hours constituted, but these are the proceeds that contract lawyers commonly refer to as blood money.

Not that the money is bad, far from it – In a short ten years since leaving law school I've managed to do better than I could have imagined. A few grueling years at a New York law firm had allowed me to get out from under the burden of the many thousands of dollars in loans that I had accrued. Then came the offer from a prestigious firm close to my hometown, complete with a car and ridiculous salary. To top it off, since I had come back I had run into my old high school object of desire, bedded her, moved her into my house then proceeded to bang her sister – both with my girlfriend participating and without.

I was on a pretty good run; I suppose investing some hard work and long hours with a pain in the ass client was a small price to pay.

Don and Seth, two junior associates I had dragged in to be my henchmen on the deal had both proved to be a pleasant surprise and despite having very little experience with contracts they turned out to be a valuable resource. The least I could do was buy them a beer or two and treat them to a decent meal.

We met at the Jackson Street Grille, a trendy little place in the heart of what passed for the town's entertainment district (once you've spent time in New York City, every thing else pales in comparisons). The place was packed and we bellied up to the bar to grab some drinks and wait for a table to come available.

I ordered the good stuff, Scotch and Drambuie's all around and toasted their efforts.

During the course of our work I had come to enjoy the company of these two young lawyers. Both possessed a great work ethic and were destined for great futures. They had informed me that their work at our firm was just the stepping stone and both planned on moving on to corporate law, Don had his sights set on Los Angeles and Seth New York. I promised both I would use my contact in New York to get them some interviews when they were ready and both were grateful. In lawyering, like nothing else, it's not what you know but who you know that lands you the prestigious positions.

The conversation quickly turned from business to sports and Don started telling us stories about his college career as a football player. He had walked on at South Carolina and spent four years as the long snapper and back up tackling dummy. This had lead Seth and I to give him the nick name Rudy, one that stuck with him around the firm.

We were having a raucous good time and were attracting the attention of some fine young ladies also hanging around the bar. Our group of three suddenly multiplied into a group of around a dozen or so and the booze really started flowing.

In no time, both Seth and Don had identified a couple of objects of desire and began working their lawyer game on two very cute young ladies (we used to joke in law school that we weren't really in it for the money, but what the money could get us... namely large amounts of pussy).

Since I was a bit out of the game thanks to LeAnne, I started looking around the crowded restaurant for any familiar faces. My gaze settled on a nearby table and I excused myself from the group. I weaved my way through the growing throng and over to where a party of two men and three ladies sat.

One of the ladies had her back to me as I approached and I tapped her on the shoulder. She moved her drink from her mouth as she turned.

"Michael!" she exclaimed, sliding off the stood and throwing her arms wide to embrace me.

"Hey Debbie, how you doing?" I asked as I embraced LeAnne's mother warmly. She broke the hug and introduced me to her friends.

"What are you doing here?" she asked after introductions were made.

I explained that we had finished a contract and that I was treating a couple of my flunkies to a well earned evening out, motioning with my hand toward the bar. Seth and Don were both doing well for themselves. Don had his arm draped around a curvy blonde and Seth was getting acquainted with a leggy brunette in a short blue denim skirt.

"Looks like everyone has a date but you and me," Debbie said, "why don't you pull up a stool and keep a girl company?"

No one at the table seemed to object and when I made eye contact with Seth, he nodded and I accepted the invitation.

Once settled I asked Debbie if she had heard from the girls.

"Not yet, their plane isn't due in for another hour or so. I don't think either of them are too excited about their dad remarrying but it was good of them to go. Don't you think?'

"Yeah, but the house will be lonely for the next week," I said. "Just me and the cat, and he doesn't cook worth a shit."

Debbie laughed a little too hard and I suspected that the drink she was emptying wasn't her first of the evening.

"Neither does my daughter," she said laughing even harder at her own joke and I smiled in agreement.

I tipped back my glass and emptied it, caught the waiters' eye and nodded at Debbie's and my glass indicating it was time for a refill. The young man hustled off.

"Well," I said leaning in close to Debbie ear so he friends wouldn't overhear, "I didn't exactly move her in because of her culinary skills, if you know what I mean."

Debbie, without looking at me, said out of the side of her mouth "And just why do you think she agreed to move in?" Her hand, unbeknownst to me and found its way to my lap and when she finished her question she gave me a soft squeeze in a most intimate place. My surprise must have shown because she turned and flashed me a big, sly grin.

The waiter returned with our drinks and we ordered some dinner. Debbie's friends were just as fun as she was and the laughs flowed easily. Once out plates were cleared we ordered another round and I started working on a good buzz.

The after work crowd was starting to thin out at the restaurant and the younger crowd was starting to fill the place up. Several tables were moved out towards the edges of the room to make a dance floor and the musical selection changed from string renditions of Sinatra tunes to something you could dance to.

Several people were on the floor gyrating to a song with more bass than a major college marching band when Debbie jumped up from the table and grabbed my hand. "Dance with me," she said and before I could protest she had me up and out of my chair and headed for the dance floor.

We weaved through the tables to the dance floor and I spotted Seth seated with the girl he had picked up at the bar. He tipped his glass to me as I passed and I gave him my most conspiratorial grin.

Out on the floor Debbie moved her body in perfect rhythm to the music, seemingly loosing herself in the flow of the exaggerated techno beats. For my part, I simply tried to not look like a fool; I said that you could dance to the music, I didn't say that I could.

As I previously stated, Debbie is my girlfriends mother, situated somewhere in her early forties, but could pass for their older sister. She has the tight, trim body that woman half her age spend ages in the gym, or fortunes at the plastic surgeons trying to acquire.

Tall, I'm guessing around 5'10, her limbs are long and lean and seem to have been sculpted by a master's hands rather than born of flesh and blood. Her long blond hair flows in soft natural curls down over her shoulders stopping near the middle of her back. Her face is one of the most beautiful faces in the history of mankind highlighted by blue eyes so deep in color they are almost better described as violet.

Tonight she was showing off her assets with a low scooped blouse that started out modest enough but at a strategic point heads south in a very quick way leaving more than ample cleavage expose. Her breasts, while not huge, aren't small either and are as perky as the ones either of her daughter's sport.

Her legs were displayed under a flowing skirt of a shift blue turquoise material. It started at her knees but each time she moved her body the material was sent flying revealing most of her trim thighs to all who were paying attention. And trust me, many people were. I took a chance and let my hands do a little exploring of her body as she danced around me.

After two or three songs, I can never tell when one of those techno songs ends and another begins, Debbie grabbed my hand and led me away from the dance floor as fast as she had brought me to it.

Back at the table her friends complimented her on her dancing ability and me for managing to not fall on my ass. Debbie drank deep from her glass draining the last of the tan liquid.

"C'mon lets go" she said reaching for my hand again.

I rolled my eyes. "We just came off the dance floor, I don't want to go back," I protested.

"Not to the dance floor, silly. Time for you to take me home." I looked at my watch and shrugged. It wasn't really that late but whatever.

Debbie and I said our goodbyes to her friends and headed out into the cool night air. The day had been unseasonably warm and neither of us had a jacket so we huddled together for warmth as we walked through the foggy parking lot to my Mercedes.

As we got to my car I walked around to open the door for Debbie and she playfully pinched my butt. "Hey," I exclaimed and she giggled, bounding around me and into the car. As she settled into the seat she spread her legs causing the sheer material of her skirt to ride up high, exposing to me everything her dress had been designed to hide. She gave me a wicked little grin and pulled the door out of my hand and closed before I could regain my senses.

We roared out of the parking lot and I sped down the mostly deserted streets to Debbie's delight.

Keywords: Doing, The, Case, for, Debbie,

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