I Didn’t Have Enough to Pay the Lawyer, So We Negotiated

I hadn’t told anything here in a long time, and the truth is this story made me too ashamed to write it. A few months went by, I thought about it a lot, and in the end I decided I had to get it out. What I’m about to tell still turns me on every time I remember it, so here goes.

It all started when I broke up with Diego. Things between us had been going badly for a long time, and one day I just told him it was over. I thought it would be a clean ending, the kind that hurts for a couple of weeks and then fades away. I was wrong.

About a month after leaving him, I got an email from him. I opened it expecting reproaches, complaints, the usual stuff. Instead, I found a threat. He said he had saved several photos and videos of us, from when we were together, and that if I didn’t do exactly what he asked, he was going to post them.

Below the message, he had attached the evidence. Intimate photos, videos of things we had done when we were a couple and that, at the time, I had loved recording. Seeing them there, used as a weapon, turned my stomach.

What he was asking for was humiliating. He wanted to sleep with me again, to repeat certain specific things we used to do. When we were together, I enjoyed all of that without thinking twice. But now, forced, blackmailed, there was no fucking way I was willing to go through that again.

That same night I called my two best friends and told them everything. The three of us started looking for options. Sara said I should go straight to the police. Marina thought that would be opening a box we had no idea what would come out of, with statements, reports, and my private life being dragged around a police station.

In the end we came up with three possible paths. The first was to give in and do what Diego wanted, which was out of the question. The second was the police. And the third was to find a lawyer who would send him a serious warning, making it crystal clear what could happen to him if he so much as thought about spreading anything.

I decided on the lawyer. Deep down, I knew Diego, and as vile as he was being, I didn’t think he was capable of carrying out the threat. I just needed someone with authority to put him in his place and scare him enough.

I spent a good while searching online until I found a law firm fifteen minutes from my house. I made an appointment and, to my surprise, they could see me the next afternoon.

***

I arrived on time, my heart in my throat. A very kind secretary greeted me, offered me water, and showed me where to wait. While I was sitting there, mentally rehearsing how I was going to explain all of that without dying of embarrassment, I saw him walk by.

He was a man who, at first glance, looked to be around thirty, though something in the way he moved said he was a few years older. Dark-haired, with blue eyes that contrasted with his tanned skin, and the body of someone who trains just enough, without overdoing it. He had his shirt sleeves rolled up and wore a simple watch.

I kept staring at him longer than I should have while he exchanged a couple of words with the secretary. He crossed the hall, went into an office, and closed the door. I hope I get him, I thought, and immediately scolded myself for thinking that right then.

A few minutes later I heard my name from that same office. It was him, leaning out through the doorway.

—Carla? —he asked.

—Yes, that’s me —I answered, standing up too quickly.

—Come in. Have a seat —he said, pointing to the chair in front of his desk—. Tell me what brings you here.

I sat down, swallowed, and began. I explained that my ex was threatening to publish intimate material if I didn’t do what he wanted, and that I didn’t know how to react without making everything worse.

—And what kind of material is it exactly? —he asked in a professional tone, taking notes—. By what means did he threaten you? Do you have any proof?

—Yes, I have proof. He sent me an email with everything. And the photos and videos are… well, of the two of us. Intimate stuff, I don’t know if I’m making myself clear —I said, feeling my cheeks burn.

—You’re making yourself perfectly clear. Do you have that email with you? Can I see it?

—Of course —I replied without thinking too much about it.

It was when I took out my phone that it hit me that, if I showed him the email, he was also going to see the images. But it was too late to back out, and honestly, he seemed like a serious man. Part of me, the part that had been watching him the whole time, didn’t feel that bad about the idea of him seeing me like that.

I handed him the phone with the email open. There were the threats, and a little farther down, the attached files.

—Do you mind forwarding it to my address? —he asked—. That way I can keep it as evidence and make sure it doesn’t get lost or deleted by accident.

I agreed. I typed in his email and sent it. When it arrived, he turned his computer screen slightly so I could see it too.

—Let’s go through it more carefully from here —he said.

He started reading the threat in a low voice, nodding every so often. Then he opened the attachments. He went through the photos fairly quickly, his face neutral, until he stopped at one where I was smiling hugely with semen all over my face.

—Well —he commented with a half-smile—, at least it’s clear that at the time you didn’t mind being photographed. You looked pretty comfortable.

I turned red as a tomato. I didn’t know what to say. He kept going through the files until he reached the first video. In it, I could be seen looking at the camera, very close to my own mouth, saying things that now terrified me for a stranger to hear. A few seconds later, the recording made it clear how the scene ended.

I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I hadn’t checked the whole email before showing it to him, and there it all was, playing while he watched the screen and, out of the corner of his eye, watched me too.

When he finished reviewing everything, he set down the mouse and leaned back in his chair.

—Relax —he said—. This is more common than you think. We’re going to turn this around.

He calmly explained all the legal consequences Diego would face if he distributed anything. Then, in front of me, he drafted a reply email, firm and technical, making it clear that any publication would cost him dearly. Watching him take control made me feel much calmer.

***

The calm lasted until it was time to talk about his fees. We hadn’t discussed that, and when he told me the amount, my heart sank. Paying that meant not making it to the end of the month, leaving bills unpaid.

Half on the verge of tears and mortified all over again, I explained that I couldn’t afford that amount. I asked if there was any way to lower it or pay in installments.

He looked at me for a moment, and then a slow smile appeared on his face.

—Well —he said slowly—, seeing what I just saw, I can think of a way for you not to have to pay. At least, not with money.

I understood immediately. And the strange thing is, it didn’t outrage me. On the contrary. A shiver ran through me from head to toe. I smiled slightly, brought my hands to my neckline, and opened it just a little.

—So you liked what you saw? —I asked softly.

—Very much —he replied, pushing his chair away from the desk—. Not every day do I get clients like you.

—Then tell me —I said, standing up and going around the desk—, what do I have to do to settle the bill?

He didn’t need to answer. He unbuckled his belt slowly, staring straight at me. I already knew where I belonged. I knelt between his chair and the desk, in that narrow space, and started freeing him from his clothes.

The truth is that from the moment I saw him walk by in the hall, I had been dying to be exactly there. When I had him in front of me, hard, a hand’s breadth from my face, I looked up at him.

—Fuck, what a gift —I muttered before taking him almost all the way in in one go.

I started sucking him, looking for the rhythm that would turn him on the most. I was completely out of control. Every movement of my tongue, every time I felt him react in my mouth, made me hotter and hotter. At one point he put his hands on my head, brushed my hair away from my face so he could see everything clearly, and began setting the pace himself.

He used me however he wanted, deeper and harder each time. I gagged a little, but I endured as best I could, because I wanted it just as much as he did. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. All I know is that every second pushed me closer to the edge.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled back a little.

—If you keep this up I’m going to come —he said, his voice rough.

—Go on —I answered, looking at him, winking, and opening my mouth as wide as I could—. You know where I like it.

He rested the tip against my lips and started finishing himself off, fast, without restraint. My lips stayed pressed to him, with no intention of letting go. I felt him shudder, and when the first burst of heat hit my throat, an orgasm ripped through me that I hadn’t seen coming, brutal, without anyone even touching me.

I let him finish completely and kept everything in my mouth. When he pulled away, I opened my lips to show him, and a drop slipped to the floor. I swallowed.

—Now you’ve got what you wanted —he said, amused.

—Fuck, what a release —I replied, still catching my breath.

—Did you like it? —he asked.

—Very much —I said, still cleaning him slowly, leaving him spotless.

—You dropped a little on the floor —he commented, pointing to the wood—. In the video you said you didn’t waste anything.

I looked up at him without answering, then bent down to pick up what little had fallen to the floor. When I raised my eyes again, he was watching me with a mixture of surprise and desire.

—Like I said —I murmured—, I don’t waste a single drop.

—That’s how I like them —he said, finishing getting dressed.

I slowly got to my feet, still processing what had just happened. As soon as I was standing, he took me by the waist and backed me against the office wall.

—Before you go —he whispered—, show me up close what I saw on the screen.

He carefully lowered my top. He traced my skin with his hands, with his mouth, without rushing, and I tried to control my breathing with not much success.

—If you keep going I’m not going to be able to leave —I told him, half seriously.

—Let’s see how much you liked this —he replied.

He slid his hand under my skirt and checked the obvious. When he pulled it away, he was smiling.

—You’re soaked. You even came —he said—. Must’ve been while you were sucking me off.

—You’re wrong —I answered—. It was right when you finished.

—Then I’m keeping this as a souvenir —he teased—. You can go now. Your debt is paid.

—Perfect —I said, rearranging my clothes with a calm I didn’t feel—. Though I should warn you I plan to come back, whenever you’ll let me pay this way.

—Of course —he replied, walking me to the door—. As many times as you want.

***

I left that law firm with my legs still trembling and a smile I couldn’t wipe off my face. I haven’t gone back yet; no legal excuse has come up to make it happen, but I’ve been looking for one for months.

I haven’t heard anything from Diego again. Since he received the email that man drafted for me, he vanished. No more threats, no more messages. Turns out a good lawyer fixes everything.

I don’t know if it ended up too long. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed living it. And trust me, I can’t wait for the day I have to go through his office again.