“I sometimes forget how incredibly good-looking they are at that age. Even in those God-awful robes, you can tell that they have bodies made for pleasure. I can’t wait to get my hands on Victoria. I’ll give her until the end of the year before she’s on her knees, doing what she was made to do.”
“Billy, for Christ’s sake, you can’t bed every new associate. We’re midway into our expansion, and the last thing we need is an EEOC investigation or a sexual harassment suit to get in the way and slow us down.”
Disgusted, Adam Smith shook his head, but had to admit to himself that he had had similar thoughts. He just didn’t voice them aloud, nor would he ever follow through with them or pursue the young female associates they brought into the firm. He had an easier way to satisfy his urges, and it didn’t involve jeopardizing the firm or his reputation.
“Really, Adam? You want to give me advice after the mess we had to bail you out of?”
“Billy, that was a one-time mistake I made while we were in law school, and the only reason it ever saw daylight was because I was young and stupidly plastered. Nothing like that has ever, or will ever, happen again.”
Billy only snorted in response, remembering all too well how they had gotten a call from Adam, who had been arrested by an undercover cop because of his predilection for prostitutes. Billy could never understand why Adam chose to pay for it. You could get the same or better from classy chicks for as little as a dinner, or even sometimes simply by giving them a bit of attention. As far as Billy was concerned, most women had such low self-esteem that all you needed to do was give them
a few words of encouragement and they responded like hungry dogs being offered a bone.
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