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Legally Bound
By Anynom
Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. A quick idea that hit me. Enjoy.
Harvard. The very mention of the name conjured up ideas of honor and studious dedication, the home to the future of American lawyers, far more hard work than fun, the students the best and the brightest of today's youth, all ready to go out and do their best in the legal field.
Reese Witherspoon didn't look like she belonged at Harvard. But that was the point. Shooting was due to begin on "Legally Blond," Reese's new movie. She played a somewhat ditzy Valley Girl whose high-minded boyfriend dumps her for a career in politics. Desperate to win him back, she managed to be accepted into Harvard and fought a rival for his affections. Of course, during the film, she would become a good lawyer and learn she didn't need him to be a success.
Reese knew she was picked because she didn't look like the typical law student. Long blond hair framing a beautiful face, shapely form wearing a simple blouse and skirt, a far cry from the outrageous outfits her character would be wearing in the film. She had gotten some looks from guys on campus but didn't think anyone had recognized her from her films. She wasn't a huge name yet but hoped the film would change that.
For now, she wanted to do some research. Sure, the whole point of her character was that she had no idea what Harvard would be like before she came but wanted to at least familiarize herself with it to help things out. As such, she'd scheduled a meeting with a professor on campus to help her out.
Malcom Hastings was pretty much the typical Harvard teacher. Late forties, with dark hair and beard, imposing build dressed in a nice suit, gruff voice, he was just as Reese had imagined he would be as he stood up and shook her hand. "Ms. Witherspoon," he nodded.
"Call me Reese," she said in a far more intelligent voice than her character or her appearance would suggest. She shook hands and took a seat across from him. It was a large and imposing office, a couch and chairs on one end, the shades drawn slightly as Malcom evidentially didn't enjoy a lot of light. "So, just what would you like to know?" Malcom said as he sat back.
"I'm just trying to do some basic research for the movie," Reese said, brushing at her long hair. "I kind of want to get an idea of what the students here are like, how they get along, how they handle the workload."
"I know quite a few students who wish they could know the same thing," Malcom said dryly.
"I just want to get into their mindset is all."
"Yes, one could always use a mindset," Malcom replied, causing Reese to narrow her eyes.
"Look, I know I'm an actresses, not in their intellectual class but you don't have to treat me like a moron," Reese said in a tough tone. "I just want to get some idea of how your students are, not be belittled."
Malcom slowly nodded. "All right," he said, turning his chair slowly so Reese could see the large grandfather clock next to him. "It's important to know that concentration is the key to a successful career here at Harvard," Malcom said. "Concentration is key and so is listening to the teachers. Every student knows it is vital to listen to their teachers here at Harvard, it is quite vital to listen to their teachers and pay attention to every word their teachers are saying, they should pay attention to every word their teachers are saying, every single word, they should be listening and concentrating on every single word their teachers are saying....."
Reese would have liked to have listened more closely but her eyes were caught by a flashing. She her eyes slightly to see that a shaft of sunlight had fallen on the golden arm of the grandfather clock and was flashing every time it swung. Reese would turn her attention back to Malcom in a minute, but she just wanted to see the clock a little more. It was just intriguing, the way it would flash every time the arm swung back and forth, flash, back and forth, flash, so intriguing to look at the way it swung back and forth and would flash, back and forth and flash. It was so intriguing to watch it swing back and forth and flash that she barely registered what Malcom was saying.
"You should concentrate on what a teacher says, you should concentrate on what a teacher says and listen to what a teacher says, Reese, you should always listen to what a teacher says because a teacher is always right. Concentrate on what a teacher says and you know it will be right to listen to what they say, concentrate on that, Reese, concentrate on that."
Reeses's eyes were moving back and forth, glazing slightly as she continued to stare at the arm of the grandfather clock, flashing every time it caught the sunlight, little flashes coming across her face with every swing, relaxing more and more as she did. What was Malcom saying? She should concentrate more, that was it, she should concentrate more on what he was saying, just concentrate on what he was saying. She should close her eyes. Yes, she should close her eyes, they felt tired and she could listen better to what Malcom was saying that way, she could listen better to Malcom if she just closed her eyes, just close her eyes and concentrate totally on Malcom.
As Reese's eyes shut and her head slumped forward, a smile came on Malcom's lips. He had used this little tactic on several coeds over the years but the idea of using it on a star was just too good to pass up. He continued to talk, knowing the swinging clock had put her under now he could reinforce it.
"Listen to my voice, Reese. Listen to my voice and concentrate on it, you must concentrate on my voice, Reese, you must concentrate on my voice. You must listen to me, Reese. I'm a teacher and you must listen to me. Remember what I've been saying, Reese, remember what I've been saying, you must listen to teachers. All good Harvard students listen to teacher because they know teachers are right, Reese, they know teachers are always right, Reese, teachers are always right."
"Teachers.....always.....right....." Reese whispered.
"You know you must always do what teachers say, Reese."
"Always.....do.....what teachers....say....."
"You must do anything I say, Reese."
"Anything.....you say......"
"Stand up and take off all your clothes, Reese. With every item you remove, you will feel relaxed and aroused, relaxed and aroused with every item of clothing you remove. Remove them, Reese."
Malcom quickly rose and moved to the door of the office, locking it. He turned back in time to see Reese taking off her bra, her dress already a pool at her feet. Her bra was pulled away, revealing her firm pert and pointed breasts. She bent slightly as she let her panties drop, her nice round ass revealed as she stood in place.
Malcom undressed himself quickly and moved to her. He stood right behind her, his hands cupping her buttocks, causing her to gasp slightly. He brushed aside her long hair, laying kisses along her neck as Reese sighed louder. His hands moved from her ass to her chest, reaching around to squeeze the breasts, causing Reese to gasp. "Keep your voice quiet," he commanded, knowing his secretary was outside. Reese instantly quieted, tiny whimpers all that came out as Malcom kneaded and rubbed at her breasts.
He kept it up for several minutes until his cock was nice and hard. He turned Reese around and lay her down on the desk, pushing aside a few folders in the process. He moved up and onto her, pushing her legs aside, the feet hanging over the edge of the desk as he moved over her. Malcom pushed his hard cock into Reese's pussy and began pumping immediately.
Reese sighed, keeping herself quiet as Malcom pumped himself harder and harder into her, pushing her on the desk as his cock plowed into her womanhood. He moved his head down to her breasts, pressing them together as he licked at the nipples, her ass rubbing on the top of his desk as he rammed in and out of her. Reese moaned as loudly as she could, her hair hanging over the end of the desk as Malcom went at her, gorging himself on her pointed tits as he kept at it. It wasn't long until he came, shooting his wad into Reese, a gasp all she could let out as Malcom blew his shot into her.
Malcom enjoyed the nice sight of Reese on her hands and knees on his desk as she sucked his cock off while he kneaded her exposed ass. He pulled her in closer as her lips ran up and down the tight shaft, tickling his penis with her tongue until he felt himself coming again. He grabbed onto her cheeks hard and pushed her in all the way so she could take in every drop of his cum and lick it all away.
Malcom quickly had her redress as did he, then cleaned up the office a bit. He looked to Reese, sitting across from him. "Reese, when you hear me smack the desk, you'll wake up. You won't remember anything that has happened between us. Nothing at all, just a talk. You will feel you have to meet with me again to talk to me and will tell me your hotel number and invite me over. When you hear me say the words 'legally binding, Reese,' you'll fall back into this state and listen to whatever I say."
Reese jumped a bit as she woke up with the smack of Malcom's hand on the oak surface. She looked at Malcom and smiled. "Hey, I really enjoyed this but I think I have to talk more later." She reached into her purse and wrote a number on a piece of paper. "This is my hotel number, I should be free tonight. If you could?"
"I do have some grades to check but I might make time," Malcom nodded. "Thank you." He watched Reese leave, already thinking of how he would press more than legal issues tonight. He realized how intriguing it was to have a celebrity under his control like this. He wondered if "Ally McBeal" was looking for legal advice.
THE END
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