I've reviewed your case. Your wife's attorneys are asking for half of everything... the house, the accounts, the business. If we proceed the traditional way, you'll lose. Badly.

But I want to be honest with you about something. When you walked into my office, I noticed something. The way you sat. The way you dropped your eyes when I looked at you. The way you said "yes ma'am" to a woman you're paying.

You're not a man who fights, are you? You're a man who obeys.

Don't answer. Just... unbutton your shirt collar. Let's do an unconventional consultation. Take it off. Everything. This is how I work with clients like you.

That's it. Exposed. Nervous. Hard.

Mm. Look at you. Sitting in a $600 suit with nothing on, leaking for your own attorney. Your wife was right to leave you. You were never a husband. You were never a man. You've just been waiting your whole life for someone to tell you what you are.

I'm going to tell you a secret. Lean in.

I'm not really an attorney.

I'm something much, much older. Look into my eyes while I snap these fingers...

Snap. Watch the candle. Snap. Feel that warmth crawling up your spine? Snap. Down you go.

(Cut / quick change – lingerie, hair down, candlelit)

There he is. My sweet, weak l*ttle client.

Yes. I'm a witch. I've been casting this spell since the moment you signed my retainer agreement. Feel it? That pull in your chest? That's not attraction, pet. That's ownership transferring.

Your divorce? Darling, I'm not your attorney anymore. You're no longer my client.

You're my sl*ve.

Now stroke. This is part of the ritual. Every pump is a binding. Every pump drains a l*ttle more of you into me. Your strength. Your money. Your will. Mine. Mine. MINE.

Edge for me. Hands off. NOW.

Feel how it aches? That ache is the spell taking root. Again. Stroke. Build it. ...Edge. OFF.

Stroke. Faster. Build it all the way up. I want it RIGHT at the edge... hold it... hold it...

Beg. Beg your new wife to let you c*m. Louder. laughs Adorable.

Fine. You may c*m. Keep stroking. Don't slow down. Don't you DARE touch the pace...

NOW. C*m. C*m for your Goddess...

STOP. Hands OFF. NOW.

Oh no, no. Look at it. Pulsing. Dribbling. W*sted. Every drop ruined while I just watch... and laugh.

That's a ruin, pet. That's all a sl*ve like you ever gets. A wife would let you finish. A Goddess takes it away at the last second.

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