New Fic: Stepping Stone Part I
Pairings: Miranda/Andy & Ellen/Patty
Rating: NC-17/Mature
Summary: Two of New York’s most powerful women suddenly met their matches, but it’s difficult making the appropriate adjustments. Luckily Andy and Ellen don't leave them any choice
Disclaimer: Devil Wears Prada’s characters belong to Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. Damages belongs to Todd A. Kessler, Daniel Zelman, and Glenn Kessler and KZK Production in association with FX Productions and Sony Pictures Television (boy that’s a mouthful!).
*Spoiler Alert: Damages; Season 2 Season Finale & Season 3
*Shout-out to Melanacious for allowing me to run with her Indecent Proposal: Sneak Peek (Shanghaied Surprises)
*All mistakes are my own and feedback is very welcomed
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Part I: Patty & Ellen
She sat shivering, almost folded onto herself, shoulders hunched, the snifter of cognac clenched between white-knuckled, startlingly cold hands. Her face lined with age, grief, and dread, with tracks of a black inky-like substance running ragged lines down her cheeks. Her blonde hair, messy, and was becoming messier with the force of wind rushing from the water, through the strands. All in all a perfect picture of abject misery and… defeat.
Ellen.
Patty Hewes was a woman who firmly believed that life was a series of games; in fact she was an expert on the Chinese game Go. The object is to surround your opponent, closing off all options or exits, before obliterating them. As an attorney she could appreciate the irony in that - rather like a Prosecutor who liked fishing in a ‘catch and release’ stream. Nothing gave her a bigger rush than watching her opponents ‘hang by their own necks,’ nothing… not even sex. That is until the ‘game’ involving Ellen Parsons. Patty thought she had everything in place, all the players exactly where she wanted them, with Ellen as the catalyst. She’d played this game before and with one of the most successful litigation records in the business it had proven results.
Aside from her… rotten but beloved son and her cheating financier soon-to-be-Ex-husband; her work was her absolution for her outstanding failures in her personal life. Honestly, she loved the dirtiness, delving into what makes people tick - particularly if it’s a rather nasty vice; it was a bit like ‘foreplay’ for her. Forcing her opponent to look into the abyss was her stock and trade. As a result she was hated, she was reviled, she was also envied, and she was feared - all of that was fine with her.
When she was a little girl one of her favorite places was the zoo. Her Uncle would take her whenever she’d scored perfect marks on her report card - which was often; she’d always been a bit of an overachiever. Pretty soon most of the zookeepers and staff knew her. She’d planned to be a zoologist when she grew up - until the day they brought in a Siberian Tiger named Zulu. That was the day she knew she’d never be … passive enough to be a zookeeper.
She had watched as this newly “relocated” tiger paced back and forth, chomping at its new home. He didn’t want to be there - he was a wild tiger; he was used to stalking, hunting, and bringing down, his prey. But now; he no longer had that option and you could see it in his eyes. Frantically, It searched for a way out if Its cage, knowing that the moment one of its handlers/captors got close enough it would do what was required to escape - go for the jugular. So she watched as the rage and despair grew over this injustice against him. That’s when she knew: remain at the top of the food chain and take whatever measures needed to ensure your stay there.
And she’d been good at it, everything carefully planned and executed - people were rather predictable; with a little information, along with the right incentive, and they caved like a deck of cards to whatever she wanted. However, this… ‘life philosophy’ required a certain level of ruthlessness and single-minded determination found in generals on a battlefield. Add an additional coating of ‘Teflon-skin’ that didn’t allow for things like guilt, compassion, or hesitance. It made her very good at her job - one of the best even. But it was utterly disastrous on her personal life. Her son seemed to have inherited almost all of her worst traits and magnified them; lying, an ability to exploit rules and regulations, manipulation, or even worse, an ability to disconnect with most interpersonal relationships.
It was why she didn’t particularly care that her husband had so many “business trips” to parts unknown. She knew about his room in same building that Ellen resides in; she knew about his latest whore - no matter her impeccable pedigree; she knew about the dinners; and she knew about the predictable mistress-like gifts.
What she didn’t know was the shady accounting and embezzlement practices he was involved in. She supposed that old adage: when you’re busy watching your enemies you forget to watch your friends, rings a bit true. Then there was Tom Shayes, her long-time co-conspirator and right-hand man. He plays the long-suffering friend but often got caught up in the ‘collateral damage. Consequently, after many years of discreetly facilitating the firm’s dirty work, functioning as a steady presence in 2nd chair in a courtroom, along with a steady diet of her “heel grinding down on his neck,” finally provided the impetus to quit and start his own firm.
Taking a huge swallow of single malt, the burn instantly sparking her throat, only to settle warmly in her empty stomach, her thoughts then switched onto the main reason she’s currently incognito, recovering from a knife wound, and feeling as if her carefully constructed world was unraveling. It was Ellen that has her sitting out here, shivering, hiding, licking her wounds, from the media, the Authorities, her colleagues, and family.
Patty knew that Ellen started sleeping with her for one reason: revenge has turned out to be a great motivator for some of the hottest sexual moments in her life. And like most things, she thought she would be able to compartmentalize the… relationship and ultimately use it to her advantage. Frankly she was stunned at the ferocity of lust Ellen was able to inspire from her - her soon-to-be-Ex-Husband was adequate. But it was more of “Sunday walk in the park” rather than the hotly and surprisingly intense moments that somehow, almost unbeknownst to Patty, became slightly addictive.
Aside from a few sexual interludes in college Patty believed she was primarily heterosexual - but her life has never leant itself for deep introspection, particularly sexual introspection. The fact that all the men in her life tended to hurt her in some fundamental way wasn’t enough to ignore the fact that she’d always been rather distant with them - perhaps it making it easier for them to betray her in the end.
But Ellen crept under her skin, surprising her with her dogged determination to see her demise, while leaving her sweating and shuddering in a post-orgasmic haze. Lovemaking between them became a ‘contact sport’ or a game of one-upmanship, that grew rougher and more desperate as it drew closer to the culmination of recent nightmarish events.
The supple, firm, runner’s-thighs, tightened around her head, almost encasing her in a vice-lock, but that was fine. Patty was determined to finish this - to out-last her lover in this titillating game of one-upmanship. However, as always when it came to Ellen, what she wanted, desired, didn’t always happen. She felt her clit being lightly nibbled on, before Ellen’s talented tongue circled and lashed the tip. Smothering her moan in the wet heat pressed against her own mouth, Patty, continued thrusting her tongue in the humid heat. Ellen’s tender walls grasped at her tongue as if trying to trap it, but Patty was too busy trying to find out all the sensitive spots inside Ellen’s quivering cunt that would elicit the orgasm before Patty gave into to her own swelling reward.
It was the long, elegant fingers that suddenly thrusted, swirled, and rubbed, inside Patty’s quivering pussy, causing Patty to involuntarily lift her head with a cry, that made her reassess her immediate goals. With her hands gripping, nails digging into Ellen’s thighs, Patty looked down with slitted, darkened eyes, at the tousled brown hair spread across the bed, as Ellen busily lapped away at her cunt. Patty could see the pink tongue lapping up her juices before circling her pulsing and red clit. She watched as Ellen’s cheeks momentarily hollow out as she sucked Patty’s node causing her head to drop back onto the bed, setting her blood on fire.
But Patty refused to lose this game just yet; so she once again brought Ellen’s hips to her mouth to renew her own assault on the wet flesh in front of her face. 69 was not something Patty had a great deal of experience with but since starting this affair with Ellen she’d found herself experiencing a great deal of… things she’d never saw herself doing. However, once she’s ‘dipped her toe in the water’ she often wanted to sample again soon after. The taste of Ellen was something she wished she could bottle, after that first swipe, the flavor hitting her taste-buds, she became addicted.
They laid side-by-side, hands gripping the other’s thighs (or in Ellen’s case: one hand was gripping Patty’s thigh, while the other was gloriously finger-fucking her), trying to hold each other in place their churning, thrusting, hips, as sweat covered their heaving bodies, and very hard nipples dragged along the other’s torso, Patty refocused on the dripping cunt in front of her face.
As her tongue darted around in Ellen’s wet heat she realized that she may have “bitten off more than she could chew”; the combination of Ellen’s tongue and lips and fingers were doing a marvelous job of taking her off track and Patty could feel the fluttering inner-muscles signifying her oncoming orgasm. As Patty moaned and whimpered her impending release into the swollen, wet, netherlips, she tried desperately to hold off. But she was thwarted when one of Ellen’s naughty fingers swiped at the streaming juices running from her pussy and then tickle around her ‘other’ clenching, sensitive, hole. Coupled with the deeply thrusting fingers in her cunt, and the intense suckling over her spasming clit, promptly crashed whatever restraints she had in holding off her orgasm.
Wailing into the gushing swollen flesh, her own hips and back almost bowing off the bed, Patty let the orgasm wash through her. This was one loss she wouldn’t lament.
Patty couldn't sleep. She kept seeing the look of seething disappointment and fury in Ellen’s eyes as she stood pointing the gun at her. But it was the small moment of desperate hope that danced through her eyes as she almost, literally begged Patty to “tell the truth.” Was everything between them just a game, was she the pawn for Patty’s amusement, for the favorable ruling in the hundreds of millions of dollar judgment? But what utterly almost destroyed Patty were two realizations: the first, was that she somehow developed a conscious -the look of devastating disappointment in Ellen’s eyes was a terrible thing to see and even worse to know that she was the primary cause of it. The second realization; was that she’d come to truly care, perhaps even more than she’d anticipated, for the young woman, which made the resulting consequences utterly upsetting.
Everything that she’d believed in, every ‘the ends justify the means’ and resulting actions, exploiting weaknesses, and manipulating behavior to suit her own ends, her modus operandi - was giving her pause. Ellen threw that entire belief-system into question. Of course, Patty was woman enough to recognize that her machinations involving Ellen were the catalyst of this break-down. And their shared intimacy and reluctant attraction.
It was a First for Patty - there were many “grayish-area” type things she was willing to exploit for a favorable ruling, but one rule was to never sleep with the players or don’t shit where you eat. While her husband like most successful men often skirted this rule, Patty had always considered herself above such predictable behavior. But Ellen was like a wounded… fawn who snapped at any and all attempts to approach her. After the Arthur Frobhisher case, the looks of absolute disdain and helpless feral lust dancing in those dark eyes directed towards Patty when she thought she wasn’t looking was… intoxicating.
The worst part was knowing that it was Patty’s influence and actions that changed Ellen from the earnest, ‘girl-next-door-makes-good’ into a budding New York City predator was becoming one of Patty’s worst “accomplishments.” However that didn’t stop Patty from anticipating their incendiary encounters with a mixture of fierce want and focused apprehension. Their last one was… perhaps the most memorable.
Patty stood before Ellen’s door, bleeding, dazed, and trying to make sense of how a punk-WASP- Wall Street-trader involved in her billion-dollar case had the cajones to stab her. Luckily he was just as inept at murdering as he was in most things except trying to ‘cook numbers.’ Trying to suck in large quantities of air and not get light-headed or pass out - she realized that instead of prompting their usual sexual jousting - she needed to go to hospital.
The worst part about that recognition is wondering if Ellen just might let her bleed out. Things were coming to a head; she knew of Ellen’s involvement with the FBI to take Patty down (of course what Ellen didn’t know was that these particular FBI agents were crooked and in cahoots with Patty’s current litigation opponents: UNR and other energy industry players). She knew that Ellen finally found out about Patty’s initial back-ground reconnaissance and subsequent lure of employment with her in order to manipulate events in the Arthur Frobisher case - and not the usual employment background check. And she also knew that Ellen believes she tried to have her killed.
There were many things that Patty would do to manipulate events for a case, she certainly didn’t have try to have Ellen killed. Furthermore, she couldn’t fathom… a world without Ellen in it. Not having access to her; not being able to gently torment her; not being able to see that fierce look of righteousness in her eyes - and yes, even not being able to see that look of vengeance directed at Patty would be weirdly terrible. She was her polar opposite in almost every way. That’s why these next few moments would be the final test. You see Patty realized that Ellen was her alter ego, her ‘angel’ on her shoulder, and even more startlingly she became Patty’s muse for why she fought the dirty fights, the Samson/Goliath-like battles. Because Patty had lost her ‘reason’ a long time ago, all that idealism, that belief in good verses evil was all dogma for “lesser people.” Ellen challenged her to believe again. Even if it didn’t make the moments between any less fraught with tension and acidic resentment; Ellen was… redemption.
But oftentimes, the tenser and sharper things were between them during their days of dirty litigation, the hotter the sex. So while her stomach increasing felt like steel butterflies were darting around, her panties had gotten increasingly damper the closer she got to Ellen’s building. Of course, that was stopped cold upon the confrontation in the elevator by that scumbag trader with a knife.
All of this didn’t diminish the impact Ellen had on her when she opened the door. Bewilderingly trying to dampen the immediate lurch of arousal that suddenly burned bright from a simmer as she took in Ellen’s attire when she opened the door, she fiercely fought back the darkness that crept around the edges of her consciousness from her wound. Wearing only a man’s dress shirt unbuttoned to show quite a bit of tantalizing cleavage, while showcasing long, smooth, and slightly muscular legs - runner’s legs, giving way to some speculation that she was entirely nude underneath the shirt, momentarily took Patty’s breath away. Ellen leaned against the doorway appraising Patty, while swirling a snifter with dark amber liquid that she was guessing wasn’t iced tea.
With a look that even Patty with her vaunted people-reading skills was unable to decipher, Ellen stepped back, swept her arm dramatically to indicate that Patty should enter. Apprehension growing a tad more than usual, mixed with increasing need for medical attention; Patty wondered again how her life had gotten to this point. An intimately satisfying relationship was so fucked up enough that she wasn’t sure if she was safer in here or outside with the loser soon-to-be-in-prison trader.
Patty stumbled a bit over towards the wet-bar, holding her hand to the wound on the side of her stomach. Her breath sounding loud in her ears, she finally registered that Ellen was just standing and staring at her. For a moment she speculated whether Ellen knew that Patty was hurt and was going to let her bleed out onto her carpet, but that was when Patty noticed the gun.
Well this seemed the day for target-practice-on-Patty, she thought. Ellen raised her glass to her lips, silently appraising Patty, judging her, while the gun in her other hand rested against her thigh. In a less contentious situation the pose would be gorgeously seductive. Her full lips wet and glistening, her dark amber eyes, smoky and intense, and normally styled, thick, reddish-brown, hair looked purposely sexy and tousled.
They locked eyes, Patty trying to stem the attraction and continue to block out the pain, while simultaneously trying to figure out what Ellen would do. Patty was an expert on reading people, but as their interactions grew and evolved over these past few months, it became much more difficult to read Ellen - she guessed that added to her appeal.
Breathing heavily Patty broke the silence. “So… it seems you have something you want to say.” She shuffled closer to a chair, her legs feeling rubbery.
“You know Patty, I’ve learned to put up with your mercurial mood swings, your win-at-any-cost litigation style, they way you use and discard people as if they were objects on a chessboard, your abysmal treatment of Tom, of me - all of it doesn’t matter right now. Right now; the only thing that matters is that you tell me the truth.”
Patty watched as tears grew in Ellen’s eyes. But she furiously blinked them away. Clearly she’d cried enough over Patty’s machinations. However, Patty was growing weak, her breathing getting increasingly threadier. “El-Ellen. Look, wh-“
“Fuck you Patty! Don’t start whatever bullshit you’re planning on saying. You know that old joke? How do you know if an attorney is lying? Their lips are moving -that’s you in a nutshell! Well, this is your chance Patty. This is your chance to tell the truth.” Ellen slammed her drink down, liquid spilling over the rim, she turned her torso around to grab a folder.
She threw it on the table near Patty. Patty, her condition deteriorating but wanting to see this through looked down. It was the file on Ellen; her recon-file. Damn, Uncle Pete was supposed to of gotten rid of this. She sighed in irritation before a cough rattled out, setting off a fiery pain in her torso.
“This is the beginning of the rest of your life: confess Patty.” She picked up her glass again, while hefting her gun. “Just tell me why? Why would you try to kill me?”
However by this point Patty could barely speak. The edges of darkness she’d been fending off was once again creeping forward. The damage to her body, coupled with the fight or flight response to her nervous system, was quickening the need to find blissful unconsciousness. But she ferociously fought it back - she wanted, no needed to see this through. Her eyes widened as Ellen lifted the gun and pointed it at her.
“Well, that’s ok. I knew you could never tell the truth. Things like justice, doing the ‘right’ thing, are not in your vocabulary. But now?” she paused to take another sip. “You should be scared. You should be terrified.” She put down her glass, and wrapped both hands around the handle of the gun, widening her feet into a shooter’s stance, aiming, staring down the barrel of the gun at Patty.
This was the moment, Patty realized. She allowed the dark edges to finally creep in, her eyes closing. Only to be startled with a loud bang, her ears ringing. Realizing that Ellen shot the gun; twice. But before Patty could register that Ellen did not in fact, shoot her Ellen’s door busted open; the FBI agents. As the shouting began, and the accusations flew all over, Patty finally sunk into oblivion.
Now she sat here shivering, more sober than she wanted to be, wondering if Ellen would show up here. Wondering where she was; she’d left messages on Ellen’s cell phone number, even discreetly passed messages through Tom - although in order to dismiss his curiosity she could no longer use that avenue. Ellen’s office stood untouched with specific instructions to not disturb anything. While people wondered and speculated about that oddity they wouldn’t dare be caught talking about it around Patty or risk her hearing them gossip about it. She fired people as easily as she changed suits. Ellen was a subject that was never broached.
But, Patty knew Ellen was legend among the halls of Hewes & Associates- she’d walked away, she stood up to Patty, and she lived to tell (or not because of the a binding NDA), with her legal license intact. Patty had been working behind scenes to put away those FBI agents; they were now about to face 25-to-life. UNR’s CEO Walter Kendricks went down in a blaze of glory, with a settlement in the billions for the families and of course, for Hewes & Associates- making it the largest settlement in litigation history. Ellen was cleared of all charges, but has seemingly disappeared. But all of that felt hollow without Ellen. Sometimes she imagined what it’d be like if Ellen… let her in again. Granted Patty didn’t deserve it, but Patty has never played fair, and Ellen was her greatest cliché: she made her want to be a better person.
Rating: NC-17/Mature
Summary: Two of New York’s most powerful women suddenly met their matches, but it’s difficult making the appropriate adjustments. Luckily Andy and Ellen don't leave them any choice
Disclaimer: Devil Wears Prada’s characters belong to Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. Damages belongs to Todd A. Kessler, Daniel Zelman, and Glenn Kessler and KZK Production in association with FX Productions and Sony Pictures Television (boy that’s a mouthful!).
*Spoiler Alert: Damages; Season 2 Season Finale & Season 3
*Shout-out to Melanacious for allowing me to run with her Indecent Proposal: Sneak Peek (Shanghaied Surprises)
*All mistakes are my own and feedback is very welcomed
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Part I: Patty & Ellen
She sat shivering, almost folded onto herself, shoulders hunched, the snifter of cognac clenched between white-knuckled, startlingly cold hands. Her face lined with age, grief, and dread, with tracks of a black inky-like substance running ragged lines down her cheeks. Her blonde hair, messy, and was becoming messier with the force of wind rushing from the water, through the strands. All in all a perfect picture of abject misery and… defeat.
Ellen.
Patty Hewes was a woman who firmly believed that life was a series of games; in fact she was an expert on the Chinese game Go. The object is to surround your opponent, closing off all options or exits, before obliterating them. As an attorney she could appreciate the irony in that - rather like a Prosecutor who liked fishing in a ‘catch and release’ stream. Nothing gave her a bigger rush than watching her opponents ‘hang by their own necks,’ nothing… not even sex. That is until the ‘game’ involving Ellen Parsons. Patty thought she had everything in place, all the players exactly where she wanted them, with Ellen as the catalyst. She’d played this game before and with one of the most successful litigation records in the business it had proven results.
Aside from her… rotten but beloved son and her cheating financier soon-to-be-Ex-husband; her work was her absolution for her outstanding failures in her personal life. Honestly, she loved the dirtiness, delving into what makes people tick - particularly if it’s a rather nasty vice; it was a bit like ‘foreplay’ for her. Forcing her opponent to look into the abyss was her stock and trade. As a result she was hated, she was reviled, she was also envied, and she was feared - all of that was fine with her.
When she was a little girl one of her favorite places was the zoo. Her Uncle would take her whenever she’d scored perfect marks on her report card - which was often; she’d always been a bit of an overachiever. Pretty soon most of the zookeepers and staff knew her. She’d planned to be a zoologist when she grew up - until the day they brought in a Siberian Tiger named Zulu. That was the day she knew she’d never be … passive enough to be a zookeeper.
She had watched as this newly “relocated” tiger paced back and forth, chomping at its new home. He didn’t want to be there - he was a wild tiger; he was used to stalking, hunting, and bringing down, his prey. But now; he no longer had that option and you could see it in his eyes. Frantically, It searched for a way out if Its cage, knowing that the moment one of its handlers/captors got close enough it would do what was required to escape - go for the jugular. So she watched as the rage and despair grew over this injustice against him. That’s when she knew: remain at the top of the food chain and take whatever measures needed to ensure your stay there.
And she’d been good at it, everything carefully planned and executed - people were rather predictable; with a little information, along with the right incentive, and they caved like a deck of cards to whatever she wanted. However, this… ‘life philosophy’ required a certain level of ruthlessness and single-minded determination found in generals on a battlefield. Add an additional coating of ‘Teflon-skin’ that didn’t allow for things like guilt, compassion, or hesitance. It made her very good at her job - one of the best even. But it was utterly disastrous on her personal life. Her son seemed to have inherited almost all of her worst traits and magnified them; lying, an ability to exploit rules and regulations, manipulation, or even worse, an ability to disconnect with most interpersonal relationships.
It was why she didn’t particularly care that her husband had so many “business trips” to parts unknown. She knew about his room in same building that Ellen resides in; she knew about his latest whore - no matter her impeccable pedigree; she knew about the dinners; and she knew about the predictable mistress-like gifts.
What she didn’t know was the shady accounting and embezzlement practices he was involved in. She supposed that old adage: when you’re busy watching your enemies you forget to watch your friends, rings a bit true. Then there was Tom Shayes, her long-time co-conspirator and right-hand man. He plays the long-suffering friend but often got caught up in the ‘collateral damage. Consequently, after many years of discreetly facilitating the firm’s dirty work, functioning as a steady presence in 2nd chair in a courtroom, along with a steady diet of her “heel grinding down on his neck,” finally provided the impetus to quit and start his own firm.
Taking a huge swallow of single malt, the burn instantly sparking her throat, only to settle warmly in her empty stomach, her thoughts then switched onto the main reason she’s currently incognito, recovering from a knife wound, and feeling as if her carefully constructed world was unraveling. It was Ellen that has her sitting out here, shivering, hiding, licking her wounds, from the media, the Authorities, her colleagues, and family.
Patty knew that Ellen started sleeping with her for one reason: revenge has turned out to be a great motivator for some of the hottest sexual moments in her life. And like most things, she thought she would be able to compartmentalize the… relationship and ultimately use it to her advantage. Frankly she was stunned at the ferocity of lust Ellen was able to inspire from her - her soon-to-be-Ex-Husband was adequate. But it was more of “Sunday walk in the park” rather than the hotly and surprisingly intense moments that somehow, almost unbeknownst to Patty, became slightly addictive.
Aside from a few sexual interludes in college Patty believed she was primarily heterosexual - but her life has never leant itself for deep introspection, particularly sexual introspection. The fact that all the men in her life tended to hurt her in some fundamental way wasn’t enough to ignore the fact that she’d always been rather distant with them - perhaps it making it easier for them to betray her in the end.
But Ellen crept under her skin, surprising her with her dogged determination to see her demise, while leaving her sweating and shuddering in a post-orgasmic haze. Lovemaking between them became a ‘contact sport’ or a game of one-upmanship, that grew rougher and more desperate as it drew closer to the culmination of recent nightmarish events.
The supple, firm, runner’s-thighs, tightened around her head, almost encasing her in a vice-lock, but that was fine. Patty was determined to finish this - to out-last her lover in this titillating game of one-upmanship. However, as always when it came to Ellen, what she wanted, desired, didn’t always happen. She felt her clit being lightly nibbled on, before Ellen’s talented tongue circled and lashed the tip. Smothering her moan in the wet heat pressed against her own mouth, Patty, continued thrusting her tongue in the humid heat. Ellen’s tender walls grasped at her tongue as if trying to trap it, but Patty was too busy trying to find out all the sensitive spots inside Ellen’s quivering cunt that would elicit the orgasm before Patty gave into to her own swelling reward.
It was the long, elegant fingers that suddenly thrusted, swirled, and rubbed, inside Patty’s quivering pussy, causing Patty to involuntarily lift her head with a cry, that made her reassess her immediate goals. With her hands gripping, nails digging into Ellen’s thighs, Patty looked down with slitted, darkened eyes, at the tousled brown hair spread across the bed, as Ellen busily lapped away at her cunt. Patty could see the pink tongue lapping up her juices before circling her pulsing and red clit. She watched as Ellen’s cheeks momentarily hollow out as she sucked Patty’s node causing her head to drop back onto the bed, setting her blood on fire.
But Patty refused to lose this game just yet; so she once again brought Ellen’s hips to her mouth to renew her own assault on the wet flesh in front of her face. 69 was not something Patty had a great deal of experience with but since starting this affair with Ellen she’d found herself experiencing a great deal of… things she’d never saw herself doing. However, once she’s ‘dipped her toe in the water’ she often wanted to sample again soon after. The taste of Ellen was something she wished she could bottle, after that first swipe, the flavor hitting her taste-buds, she became addicted.
They laid side-by-side, hands gripping the other’s thighs (or in Ellen’s case: one hand was gripping Patty’s thigh, while the other was gloriously finger-fucking her), trying to hold each other in place their churning, thrusting, hips, as sweat covered their heaving bodies, and very hard nipples dragged along the other’s torso, Patty refocused on the dripping cunt in front of her face.
As her tongue darted around in Ellen’s wet heat she realized that she may have “bitten off more than she could chew”; the combination of Ellen’s tongue and lips and fingers were doing a marvelous job of taking her off track and Patty could feel the fluttering inner-muscles signifying her oncoming orgasm. As Patty moaned and whimpered her impending release into the swollen, wet, netherlips, she tried desperately to hold off. But she was thwarted when one of Ellen’s naughty fingers swiped at the streaming juices running from her pussy and then tickle around her ‘other’ clenching, sensitive, hole. Coupled with the deeply thrusting fingers in her cunt, and the intense suckling over her spasming clit, promptly crashed whatever restraints she had in holding off her orgasm.
Wailing into the gushing swollen flesh, her own hips and back almost bowing off the bed, Patty let the orgasm wash through her. This was one loss she wouldn’t lament.
Patty couldn't sleep. She kept seeing the look of seething disappointment and fury in Ellen’s eyes as she stood pointing the gun at her. But it was the small moment of desperate hope that danced through her eyes as she almost, literally begged Patty to “tell the truth.” Was everything between them just a game, was she the pawn for Patty’s amusement, for the favorable ruling in the hundreds of millions of dollar judgment? But what utterly almost destroyed Patty were two realizations: the first, was that she somehow developed a conscious -the look of devastating disappointment in Ellen’s eyes was a terrible thing to see and even worse to know that she was the primary cause of it. The second realization; was that she’d come to truly care, perhaps even more than she’d anticipated, for the young woman, which made the resulting consequences utterly upsetting.
Everything that she’d believed in, every ‘the ends justify the means’ and resulting actions, exploiting weaknesses, and manipulating behavior to suit her own ends, her modus operandi - was giving her pause. Ellen threw that entire belief-system into question. Of course, Patty was woman enough to recognize that her machinations involving Ellen were the catalyst of this break-down. And their shared intimacy and reluctant attraction.
It was a First for Patty - there were many “grayish-area” type things she was willing to exploit for a favorable ruling, but one rule was to never sleep with the players or don’t shit where you eat. While her husband like most successful men often skirted this rule, Patty had always considered herself above such predictable behavior. But Ellen was like a wounded… fawn who snapped at any and all attempts to approach her. After the Arthur Frobhisher case, the looks of absolute disdain and helpless feral lust dancing in those dark eyes directed towards Patty when she thought she wasn’t looking was… intoxicating.
The worst part was knowing that it was Patty’s influence and actions that changed Ellen from the earnest, ‘girl-next-door-makes-good’ into a budding New York City predator was becoming one of Patty’s worst “accomplishments.” However that didn’t stop Patty from anticipating their incendiary encounters with a mixture of fierce want and focused apprehension. Their last one was… perhaps the most memorable.
Patty stood before Ellen’s door, bleeding, dazed, and trying to make sense of how a punk-WASP- Wall Street-trader involved in her billion-dollar case had the cajones to stab her. Luckily he was just as inept at murdering as he was in most things except trying to ‘cook numbers.’ Trying to suck in large quantities of air and not get light-headed or pass out - she realized that instead of prompting their usual sexual jousting - she needed to go to hospital.
The worst part about that recognition is wondering if Ellen just might let her bleed out. Things were coming to a head; she knew of Ellen’s involvement with the FBI to take Patty down (of course what Ellen didn’t know was that these particular FBI agents were crooked and in cahoots with Patty’s current litigation opponents: UNR and other energy industry players). She knew that Ellen finally found out about Patty’s initial back-ground reconnaissance and subsequent lure of employment with her in order to manipulate events in the Arthur Frobisher case - and not the usual employment background check. And she also knew that Ellen believes she tried to have her killed.
There were many things that Patty would do to manipulate events for a case, she certainly didn’t have try to have Ellen killed. Furthermore, she couldn’t fathom… a world without Ellen in it. Not having access to her; not being able to gently torment her; not being able to see that fierce look of righteousness in her eyes - and yes, even not being able to see that look of vengeance directed at Patty would be weirdly terrible. She was her polar opposite in almost every way. That’s why these next few moments would be the final test. You see Patty realized that Ellen was her alter ego, her ‘angel’ on her shoulder, and even more startlingly she became Patty’s muse for why she fought the dirty fights, the Samson/Goliath-like battles. Because Patty had lost her ‘reason’ a long time ago, all that idealism, that belief in good verses evil was all dogma for “lesser people.” Ellen challenged her to believe again. Even if it didn’t make the moments between any less fraught with tension and acidic resentment; Ellen was… redemption.
But oftentimes, the tenser and sharper things were between them during their days of dirty litigation, the hotter the sex. So while her stomach increasing felt like steel butterflies were darting around, her panties had gotten increasingly damper the closer she got to Ellen’s building. Of course, that was stopped cold upon the confrontation in the elevator by that scumbag trader with a knife.
All of this didn’t diminish the impact Ellen had on her when she opened the door. Bewilderingly trying to dampen the immediate lurch of arousal that suddenly burned bright from a simmer as she took in Ellen’s attire when she opened the door, she fiercely fought back the darkness that crept around the edges of her consciousness from her wound. Wearing only a man’s dress shirt unbuttoned to show quite a bit of tantalizing cleavage, while showcasing long, smooth, and slightly muscular legs - runner’s legs, giving way to some speculation that she was entirely nude underneath the shirt, momentarily took Patty’s breath away. Ellen leaned against the doorway appraising Patty, while swirling a snifter with dark amber liquid that she was guessing wasn’t iced tea.
With a look that even Patty with her vaunted people-reading skills was unable to decipher, Ellen stepped back, swept her arm dramatically to indicate that Patty should enter. Apprehension growing a tad more than usual, mixed with increasing need for medical attention; Patty wondered again how her life had gotten to this point. An intimately satisfying relationship was so fucked up enough that she wasn’t sure if she was safer in here or outside with the loser soon-to-be-in-prison trader.
Patty stumbled a bit over towards the wet-bar, holding her hand to the wound on the side of her stomach. Her breath sounding loud in her ears, she finally registered that Ellen was just standing and staring at her. For a moment she speculated whether Ellen knew that Patty was hurt and was going to let her bleed out onto her carpet, but that was when Patty noticed the gun.
Well this seemed the day for target-practice-on-Patty, she thought. Ellen raised her glass to her lips, silently appraising Patty, judging her, while the gun in her other hand rested against her thigh. In a less contentious situation the pose would be gorgeously seductive. Her full lips wet and glistening, her dark amber eyes, smoky and intense, and normally styled, thick, reddish-brown, hair looked purposely sexy and tousled.
They locked eyes, Patty trying to stem the attraction and continue to block out the pain, while simultaneously trying to figure out what Ellen would do. Patty was an expert on reading people, but as their interactions grew and evolved over these past few months, it became much more difficult to read Ellen - she guessed that added to her appeal.
Breathing heavily Patty broke the silence. “So… it seems you have something you want to say.” She shuffled closer to a chair, her legs feeling rubbery.
“You know Patty, I’ve learned to put up with your mercurial mood swings, your win-at-any-cost litigation style, they way you use and discard people as if they were objects on a chessboard, your abysmal treatment of Tom, of me - all of it doesn’t matter right now. Right now; the only thing that matters is that you tell me the truth.”
Patty watched as tears grew in Ellen’s eyes. But she furiously blinked them away. Clearly she’d cried enough over Patty’s machinations. However, Patty was growing weak, her breathing getting increasingly threadier. “El-Ellen. Look, wh-“
“Fuck you Patty! Don’t start whatever bullshit you’re planning on saying. You know that old joke? How do you know if an attorney is lying? Their lips are moving -that’s you in a nutshell! Well, this is your chance Patty. This is your chance to tell the truth.” Ellen slammed her drink down, liquid spilling over the rim, she turned her torso around to grab a folder.
She threw it on the table near Patty. Patty, her condition deteriorating but wanting to see this through looked down. It was the file on Ellen; her recon-file. Damn, Uncle Pete was supposed to of gotten rid of this. She sighed in irritation before a cough rattled out, setting off a fiery pain in her torso.
“This is the beginning of the rest of your life: confess Patty.” She picked up her glass again, while hefting her gun. “Just tell me why? Why would you try to kill me?”
However by this point Patty could barely speak. The edges of darkness she’d been fending off was once again creeping forward. The damage to her body, coupled with the fight or flight response to her nervous system, was quickening the need to find blissful unconsciousness. But she ferociously fought it back - she wanted, no needed to see this through. Her eyes widened as Ellen lifted the gun and pointed it at her.
“Well, that’s ok. I knew you could never tell the truth. Things like justice, doing the ‘right’ thing, are not in your vocabulary. But now?” she paused to take another sip. “You should be scared. You should be terrified.” She put down her glass, and wrapped both hands around the handle of the gun, widening her feet into a shooter’s stance, aiming, staring down the barrel of the gun at Patty.
This was the moment, Patty realized. She allowed the dark edges to finally creep in, her eyes closing. Only to be startled with a loud bang, her ears ringing. Realizing that Ellen shot the gun; twice. But before Patty could register that Ellen did not in fact, shoot her Ellen’s door busted open; the FBI agents. As the shouting began, and the accusations flew all over, Patty finally sunk into oblivion.
Now she sat here shivering, more sober than she wanted to be, wondering if Ellen would show up here. Wondering where she was; she’d left messages on Ellen’s cell phone number, even discreetly passed messages through Tom - although in order to dismiss his curiosity she could no longer use that avenue. Ellen’s office stood untouched with specific instructions to not disturb anything. While people wondered and speculated about that oddity they wouldn’t dare be caught talking about it around Patty or risk her hearing them gossip about it. She fired people as easily as she changed suits. Ellen was a subject that was never broached.
But, Patty knew Ellen was legend among the halls of Hewes & Associates- she’d walked away, she stood up to Patty, and she lived to tell (or not because of the a binding NDA), with her legal license intact. Patty had been working behind scenes to put away those FBI agents; they were now about to face 25-to-life. UNR’s CEO Walter Kendricks went down in a blaze of glory, with a settlement in the billions for the families and of course, for Hewes & Associates- making it the largest settlement in litigation history. Ellen was cleared of all charges, but has seemingly disappeared. But all of that felt hollow without Ellen. Sometimes she imagined what it’d be like if Ellen… let her in again. Granted Patty didn’t deserve it, but Patty has never played fair, and Ellen was her greatest cliché: she made her want to be a better person.