BLACK FIRM New Job Jitters
Written by
Eugene Marvin
-aka- NPhillydogg@aol.com
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PHILADELPHIA. PA.
25yr old carcasian; Bradley Foster (5'11", 165lbs w/an average non-muscular build, brown hair [skin-fade w/a short pompadour head of hair on top], clean face, and brown-eyes) graduated law school and immediately went to work at a black law firm (Woods & Associates) in Center City Philadelphia.
Bradley considered himself lucky to find a job paying nearly 70K fresh out of law school. He celebrated with his live-in girlfriend (Julia), taking her out to a special restaurant where he proposed at the dinner table by having the waiter put their engagement ring on the top of her chocolate dessert, shocking her! She immediately said `YES' as they gave each other a huge hug and kiss amidst the applause of the waiter and other customers seated around them!
They made mad passionate love that night, the Monday morning [bright and early] he walked into work with a smile on his face and a pep in his step, finally being considered an official working [paid] LAWYER! He went straight to the firm CEO's office to be welcomed to the job.
Norman Wood [founder the firm over 30yrs ago] greeted Bradley warmly, introducing him to his team of high-paid black criminal lawyers that's worked for the firm for 10yrs of more. Bradley smiled brightly as he shook each member's hand, telling them how privileged he felt working with them.
"`Privileged', eh...?" repeated one lawyer (Gerald Collins), giving the CEO a look!
Norman merely smiled and brushed the black lawyer off, having already discussed his reasons for hiring Brad! Gerald ignored Bradley's outstretched hand, as the new associate frowned [sensing tension] as he pulled back his hand! Norman continued introducing Bradley to the other lawyers at the firm, telling him how he would eventually get to know all of them at some point; but assigning him to work closely with Wayne Carter (35), telling him he would show him the ropes and how they normally like to proceed in court.
Brad followed Wayne out of the CEO's office, getting a good look at all the black staffers working diligently at their desks [legal secretaries, paralegals, records clerks, accountants, and other associates], all black, making him feel like the minority!
When he made an uncomfortable joke about it, he was quickly put in place by Wayne, who reminded Brad that; "That's how every client of ours feel when he walk into a court room and he's the only black face staring into the eyes of a white judge and jury!
"Now you know how they feel!"
"Wow..." thought Brad, aloud. "...I never really thought about it like that."
"Yeah..." said Wayne, stopping at a small door just off from the workroom [where the lower-level employees worked], "...it helps to be able to sympathize with your client..." he added, twisting the doorknob to the small office before walking in. "...he could mean the difference between you losing a case because you can't identify, or winning!
"Well, here's your office!"
Brad walked into the tiny but clean office [with a desk, chair, computer, cordless business phone, a lamp, a waste basket, 2 waiting chairs (for clients), a fake plant in the corner, hard industrial carpet, a filing cabinet, and his nameplate that read: `Bradley Foster: Associate']! The officer had no windows, but Brad didn't care, he couldn't believe he had an office of his own, fully expecting to only have a desk outside with the others! He wanted to face-time his fiancé immediately and show her his new office!
"This is where you'll be working..." said Wayne, as Bradley walked around the desk, running his fingers over the desk top [making sure it was all real]! "...like all of us, you'll start at the bottom of the barrel; -probation violators, petty thefts, three-strike clients, slip and falls..., but you cut your teeth on those cases and make your way up latter to the more prestigious cases by winning and driving profits..., then you'll get a bigger office and a higher salary!" Then Wayne took Brad's nameplate off his desk and slipped it into the pocket on the outside of the door, enabling clients to find his office!
"Welcome to The Firm!" he said in passing, before leaving Brad to take in his new environment! Brad took a seat behind his desk and started to call his girlfriend..., when one of the secretaries walked in and plopped a huge stack of case files on his desk, welcoming him to The Firm!
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For the next several weeks Bradley was allowed to get familiar with his new case loads, calling up clients to introduce himself and set schedules to meet them in person [in his office] and get their stories from them personally [firsthand]. Many of the clients were poor and unable to pay the fees necessary for a good attorney, but luckily for them the Firm had Pro-Bono policies that the lower-level attorneys worked on free of charge low in-come households.
During one of the morning meetings where the lawyers were required to discuss cases they were about to present in court [openly around the table]. Bradley has 3 cases to argue that day [a slip and fall; a Chinese Store robbery; and a stolen car case with teenagers joyriding]. He was advised to use the `the race card' in all 3 cases to insure an acquittal..., Bradley didn't understand WHY...?...but said nothing as the other lawyers made arguments for their cases.
Later in court; Bradley [with Wayne chaperoning him every step of the way] LOST all 3 cases (with the teenagers getting 3yrs probation because of their young ages [15])! Bradley ended up back in Mr. Woods' office, with Wayne testifying that he never not once' mentioned racism' in any of his cases!
"WHY was that, Bradley...?" asked Norman [sitting behind his desk]!
"uh..." started Brad [looking perplexed]. "...because it wasn't warranted, sir!" he explained.
"No...?" questioned Woods [smoking an expensive brand of cigar]. "Then WHY were your clients found guilty?"
"Because they weren't innocent." answered Brad.
Wayne sighed.
"It isn't a question of whether or not our clients are guilty of their crimes they are accused of committing..." explained Woods, giving Bradley a firm look. "...as their lawyers it's up to US to get them off by any means necessary! YOU don't dictate whether YOU think they're guilty or not..., it's you JOB to make certain they get off, regardless if they aren't innocent!
"When we gave you the suggestion to use `race' as a factor in those cases, it was because it was the ONLY reasoning that would insure their freedom! But you chose to go against our suggestions!"
"Because I thought the cases should stand for themselves...!" challenged Bradley [having to defend his decision]!
"You're a new lawyer fresh out of law school arguing his first cases before the court..." argued Woods, "...you don't have the experience to THINK and make DECISIONS on your own! That's why Wayne was there!
"Now we have to go BACK into court to appeal and say their representation was incompetent and ask for a mistrial! Do you know how embarrassing that will make us look in the eyes of the profession...? That makes the whole Firm look bad! Like we don't know what we're doing! And we already have an uphill battle for acceptance just because we're an all black firm!
"Wayne, I need you on damage control!"
"Yes sir." said the 35yr old lawyer.
Woods sucked his teeth.
"Now I have to waste money putting a seasoned lawyer on a pro-bono case to make up for YOUR mistakes!" snared The CEO, staring holes into Brad's head, trying to decide whether he still had value to the company...?
"I'm sorry, sir..." said Bradley [suddenly feeling as if his new 70K salary was in jeopardy]! "...I, I didn't know..." he argued, "...I thought every trail had to have a base argument to contradict the prosecutor's case!
"That's the way it was taught to us in school!"
"Schools neglect to acknowledge or teach how to combat racism..." countered Woods, "...how do they argue something they themselves never acknowledge existed...? Hell, some even argue slavery was a CHOICE by black people! How absurd is that?
"White people can't fathom racism because the majority of them never experience it! So when its presented in court, HOW can they successfully argue against it...? It's our ace in the hole! When we tell you to use it, its for a reason!"
Bradley wanted to argue some more, but realized he was on the losing side of the battle. He just hung his head and replied;
"Yes, sir."
Woods continued to stare..., unsure exactly what to DO with the upstart?
"Do you enjoy working here, Bradley...?" asked the CEO [putting his cigar up to his lips].
"Yes sir." answered Brad.
"Do you and your fiancé enjoy the money you've made here so far...?" asked the older gentlemen.
"Yes."
Woods' eyes narrowed.
"You have caused this firm a great deal of embarrassment..." he described, "...go back to your office while I think of a good punishment for you...!"
"Punishment, sir...?" asked Bradley, unsure what he meant.
"Yes, punishment..." clarified Woods. "...you can't just ignore protocols and act on your own accord, lose slam-dunk cases and have more experienced lawyers bail your fat out of the frying pan and not suffer some consequence for it!"
Brad realized he was lucky just to still have a job.
"Yes sir." he said, before being dismissed.
He walked out of the office without knowing what to expect. What form of punishment did Woods mean...? Was he really serious? Brad dragged himself back to his office, feeling as if his career was over before it had a chance to start. His fiancé would be so disappointed if he lost his job now!
He didn't have to wait long before there was a knock at the door. Norman Woods and Wayne Carter walked into the tiny office..., Woods having made a decision on Brad's punishment.
"I've thought long and hard on a fitting punishment for your court debacle, Brad..." said Woods [closing the door behind them]. Brad sat behind his desk, nervously awaiting the outcome [was he going to get reprimanded, suspended, fired]...?
"...stand up and pull down your pants!"
"HUH...?" asked Brad [believing he was hearing things]! "Excuse me?"
"Your PANTS..." repeated Woods [sternly], "...drop them and bend over the desk."
Brad looked at Wayne, then back at The CEO...!
"You can't be serious!" he responded [looking at them as if they were both crazy]!
"You seem to have a hearing problem." stated Woods. "If you enjoy working here and making lots of money..., I strongly suggest you stand up and drop your pants like told! I won't ask again."
Brad looked at Wayne pleadingly, hoping this was all a big joke! But somehow he knew deep down inside that it wasn't! He stood up and tentatively started to unbuckle his belt.
"W...wha...what're you going to DO to me...?" he questioned [his nerves sizzling on a hot skillet]!
Woods didn't answer, he simply held out his hand as Wayne started to undo his own belt and pull it from around his waist..., handing it to the CEO. Brad stared at the belt, feeling as he did whenever his father threatened to beat his ass when he was a child! Sweat started to bead about his brow.
"You CAN'T be serious...!" he said [realizing what was about to happen].
"You wanted to act like a child in court and go against what your parent said..." reasoned Woods [holding the end of the strap and the buckle in his hand], (creating a looped ring). "...so I'm going to treat you like a child and punish you in a way I hope to not have to do again...!"
"I've learned my lesson..." said Brad [frightened with embarrassment], "...it definitely won't happen again, Sir!"
"I don't expect it will." Responded Woods, motioning for Brad to finish what they started.
Brad fought back a tear [having not been beaten since he was 12], and silently walked around the side of his desk and presumed the position Woods instructed for him. He placed his cheek flat to the desk [staring at the wall behind his chair] and waited with bated breath. Wayne watch, his dick starting to twitch in his pants as Woods lifted the tail of Brad's dress shirt to expose his perfectly smooth ass cheeks!
"Five lashings for each client you fucked over during their trails." Informed Woods, before raising his hand and swinging the leather belt until it cracked across Brad's ass like thunder [[[CRACK]]]...!!!
"UHG!" grunted Brad, jumping up from the desk [like a jumping bean] and holding his sore buttock
"One." said Woods, still holding the belt firmly.
"I'm SORRY, Sir..." said Brad [a single tear rolling from his eye]! "...really, it won't happen again!"
"Position." said Woods, waiting.
Brad hesitantly got back into position..., laying his face against the desk and removing his protective hands from his vulnerable buttock. Woods raised his arm again, cracking the belt straight across the 2 cheeks, the thunder filling the room as Brad jumped up again, screaming like a girl!
"ARRHHH...!!!" he yelled, running around the desk and holding his stinging cheeks for dear life!
"Two." said Woods [having no sympathy for Brad]!
"PLEASE Sir!" begged Brad [feeling thoroughly emasculated], as the 2 black men stood staring at him!
"If you stop jumping up it could all be over for you quickly!" advised Wayne.
"Position." said Woods.
"No!" argued Brad [not wanting anymore hits]!
"So you're quitting The Firm?" asked Woods.
Brad couldn't believe this was his options! This HAD to be illegal!
"I've learned my lesson..." challenged Brad, "...WHY can't I just be reprimanded or suspended...? WHY do I have to be beaten like a..." he paused before staying the word!
"Like a WHAT..." asked Woods, waiting! "...a SLAVE?"
Brad rubbed his sore butt [thinking YES]! "You lack discipline..." said Woods, "...structure...! And I'll be damned if we don't give you some! Now BEND OVER!" he ordered! Brad thought about all he had to lose...!...all the money he was relying on to make a better life for him and his future wife (Julia)! He bent back over the desk, but not for himself..., for HER!
[[[CRACK]]]!!! whipped the third swing of the belt, followed by the fourth, fifth, sixth, and so forth! Bradley continued to stare at the wall, tears flowing from his eyes, running across the bridge of his nose to soak into the desktop. He was reminded of how his old man would whip him for the littlest incidents [spilled milk, making too much noise while he was trying to sleep, for losing fights in school and having the principal having to call him to pick him up]! When the whipping stopped, Woods handed Wayne back his belt and told Brad not to move!
Brad stayed in position, his buttock throbbing way too badly to jump up anyway! Woods pulled a bottle of lotion from his pocket and poured it into his hand before using his hand to RUB the lotion into Brad's skin!
Brad's eyes widened fearfully!
"This will help soothe the soreness." explained Woods, pouring a larger amount the second time as he rubbed it into both cheeks gently. "You might want to buy a bottle on your way home..." he suggested, "...or maybe not, I don't care..." he added before removing his hand. "...you're the one to suffer if you don't.
"Good day." he concluded before walking out of the tiny office.
Brad stood up.
"You know you brought this on yourself..." said Wayne [watching Brad wipe the tears from his face on his sleeve]! "Had you just listened to what you were told..."
"I'm a LAWYER..." said Brad [cutting the black man off]! "...I couldn't just GO into court and argue something I didn't believe...!"
"Then you're gonna have a HARD time finding clients..." countered the senior associate, "...cause guess what..., everybody that walks through your door isn't gonna be innocent..., but as their lawyer its you DUTY to gave them the best legal counsel you can, and if that means fudging the fine print to win your case and get them off..., then THAT'S what's required! Good luck fighting cases with your high morals!" he concluded, before fastening his belt and following Woods' lead, slamming Brad's door behind him!
Brad couldn't believe this just happened! His ass was throbbing [sore], hurting just to bend over and retrieve his pants and underwear! Even his draws [as light as they were] HURT against the skin! He tried sitting and yipped out loud...!!...as pain shot through his buttock [as if sitting on a hot frying pan]! Was the job really worth all this...?
Unfortunately; YES!
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Home; Brad drove home slowly, doing his best not to hit every bump and pothole in the road [bouncing about on his sore ass]! When he finally parked and walked into the house, his fiancé asked why he was walking so `funny'...? Brad decided to LIE and say he slipped and fell down a flight of stairs at the courthouse.
"Geez..." responded his girl, "...you would think the courthouse would take better care to make sure their halls were clear and slip-free to keep from getting sued themselves!"
"You'd think." agreed Brad, limping his way into the bedroom of their apartment, taking off his work clothes [making sure his girlfriend didn't see his RED ass in his underwear].
"Are you hungry?" asked Julia [having waited to have dinner with her lover].
"No..." answered Brad, "...I don't have an appetite...!...I just want to go straight to sleep."
"awe, poor baby..." pouted Julia [as he laid onto his stomach and pulled the covers over himself]. "...maybe all you need is a massage...?" she suggested, climbing onto the bed, straddling his ass as she began to try to massage his back.
"URRHG...!!" screamed Brad, knocking her off his back [his ass too sore to be gentle]!
"GEEZ, Brad...!!" yelled Julia, falling onto the other side of the bed [catching herself from falling off the edge]!
"I'm sorry..." apologized her BF [grabbing his lower back to keep up the pretense]! "...my back really hurts..." he explained [hoping she would understand]. "...I can't be touched right now, okay?"
"Okay!" snapped Julia, throwing up her hands as she got out of bed and headed back towards the living room! "I won't `touch' you at all!"
Brad felt bad for snapping at his girlfriend..., but was happy that he wouldn't have to worry about her touching him and making the pain any worse! He settled back down in bed and closed his eyes, re-playing the incident in his mind, the stings still feeling fresh and new [hours later]! He still couldn't believe he was made to strip from the waist down and beaten across the ass like a SLAVE! But then he remembered something...! He remembered standing when he started to argue with Wayne..., and could have sworn he saw a LUMP in the crotch of his pants!
Had Wayne gotten a hard-on watching him get whipped...?
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