The Client
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Meeting the client and selling your firm's abilities to the client's firm is about the toughest part of the business of being in the contract evidence collection business. Invariably you want a lot more for the work than the client thinks it's worth. This is partly a function of time estimates, or miss-estimates on behalf of the client most of the time. They always seem to think that you can everything they need in about half of what if really takes. Today was no exception.
I met Kristi at ten in the morning, right on time, in her office. It wasn't hard to figure out that this law firm was doing well. They had offices on the twenty-third floor of the One Norwest Center building (otherwise known as the "cash register building") in downtown Denver. Those are some pricey digs. She laid out the problem as her client saw it, a brief history of the situation, and then told me very briefly what the lawsuit was about - after I signed a non-disclosure statement for myself and on behalf of the company for which I worked. Then I got the rest of the information and the gist of the rest of the case. Well, that blew most of the morning. The way that chick negotiated, I was beginning to realize how they got the money for this office space and was seriously beginning to think that she must have had real balls. I was willing to bet that in other situations, the term "screaming bitch" would probably have been an apt description. She had things to do at lunch and some calls to make. We made arrangements to resume the meeting at two in the afternoon.
I needed a break like never before. I seriously thought about hitting the nearest bar and slamming down a few shots, but wisely chose just to go over to the Sixteenth Street Mall and get something to eat. After lunch, I made a few calls myself, and then just walked around the mall. During that walk I decided that there was something a little odd about Kristi, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. There were times when she acted more like a guy than a woman, but I finally wrote that off to just her job.
Around two that afternoon I was back in Kristi's office and we managed to finish up the negotiations within an hour or so. After that we got down to the real nitty-gritty of just what they needed in terms of satellite photos, land surveys, samples, and so on. By five it was time to hang it up for the day. In a rather surprising move, she invited my to have a drink at her favorite watering hole just a block away. Since the afternoon had gone much better than the morning, I decided that maybe she wasn't quite the screaming bitch that I thought she was earlier, and wanted to see if that persona persisted after she walked out the front door of the building. "Sure," I said, "after the negotiations of this morning, I could use one!"
"Aw, come on," she said with a grin, "I wasn't that tough on you!"
We left the building, and I swear it was like she flicked a switch on the way out the door. Ms. Lawyer was turned off and Ms. Sweetheart was turned on. The difference was noticeable almost immediately and pretty incredible.
"Let's get a table," Kristi said as we entered the bar. "I feel so on display sitting at the bar."
The cocktail waitress came by and we ordered our drinks. "The munchies are on the table in back, if you'd care for some," she said as she left.
We got up and went to the rear of the bar, got a small plate and loaded up. But, not quite as much as the rather obvious drag queen with the bad hair in front of us who looked like she was eating dinner here.
"Takes all sorts," I said as we returned to our seats.
"The drag queen?" she asked. "She's in here all the time. She really needs some lessons in makeup and how to dress. There are a few other ones in here from time to time, including tonight. "She nodded toward what appeared to be a woman sitting at the bar.
"That's another drag queen?" I asked surprised.
"Oh, big-time, and very good at it too."
She was certainly right about that! "Quite a bar you have here," I said with a laugh.
"If they bother you, we can go somewhere else," she offered.
"Nah, it's okay. The queens don't do much for me one way or the other. It's the trannies that are a lot more interesting."
"My, my," she said with a laugh. "I never would have guessed. You seemed so Mr. Straight. And all this time I thought I was going to have a little fun with you in here."
It seemed that she had an odd sense of humor. "Not straight, bi is more like it. I can see something in both sexes and a TS is more like the best of both sexes - a pre-op one that is."
"Into pre-ops huh? Interesting," she said with a smile, "very interesting."
I just told her I was bi and into pre-op trannies and she didn't even blink; and she thought I was interesting? After that the conversation drifted off to other things and we parted company for the evening shortly thereafter.
The next day I got up early and drove to Georgetown and Guanella Pass to see the site of the suit and the damage done to the surrounding area by the Two Jacks Mining Company. By eleven or so I had seen enough to give Kristi an estimate of the cost for the evidence she wanted. Lawyers are quick to sue over something, and notoriously slow at paying their bills - if they ever pay them if they lose a lawsuit of this nature. So, you'd better believe we wanted some money up front and padded the bill a little so we would break even if they lost the suit and didn't pay. Two Jacks Mining didn't seem to be rolling in money to me, but Kristi thought they had enough to get sued and keep on operating.
At noon I stopped in at the Red Ram restaurant in Georgetown for something to eat and wash it down with a beer. I gave a little though to Kristi. I found it odd that she would take me to a bar that was rife with drag queens, cross dressers, and perhaps the odd TS. I really had to wonder if she wasn't a TS herself. The more I thought about it, the more plausible that sounded. If that was the case, she was damn good at it, had spent a lot of money working herself over, and had practiced being a woman a lot. Moreover, being a lawyer in a very successful firm, she probably had the money to afford the transition. If she was a TS, was she pre-op too? That thought got me hard just thinking about the possibilities. Now I was looking forward to our next meeting this afternoon.
By three I was back in Kristi's office. I laid out what I had seen, went over what I thought she needed, and gave her the estimate. She wanted a few changes, of course, and then we agreed on a price. We also agreed on an upfront amount, how much was to be refunded if the suit was dropped and so on. I made it very clear that my company gathered the samples, got the lab results, took the pictures, and gathered any other evidence we could, but didn't taint, slant, or otherwise fake the results. That was just fine with her. By five that afternoon we had come to an agreement.
"Well, with that out of the way, are you up to another drink with me?" she asked.
"Sure," I agreed quickly, "but you sure had balls taking me to that place yesterday."
"Need 'em for the job," she said with a wicked smile as she picked up her purse. "Are you game for that place or would you care to try another?"
That little comment just about told me everything I needed to know. With a little luck I was going to be in for a great evening. "Since you like the place, I suppose that will do about as well as any. Now, are you up for dinner a little later?" When I took a good hard look at her, I could still see a guy in there somewhere. She was good, really good, but not perfect. Yea, this could just turn out to be one hot night.
"Oh, I always love to eat out."
Again, it was the way she said it - eating out had a very sexual overtone. I loved it!
We walked to that same strange little bar that we had been in yesterday, and there were some of the… well, let's say not exactly "everyday" people that had been in there yesterday, and a few new ones. This time we got a tight little booth in the dimly lit back of that bar that sat two, one on each side of the table.
We had no sooner order our drinks that I felt a stockinged foot between my legs. It quickly moved right to my crotch and started massaging my partly hard cock.
"I know you know what I am, and I'm sure happy that you like trannies," she said softly with a huge smile. "You wouldn't believe what I can do for you."
I had a pretty good idea of what she could do for me. I spread my legs a little wider and found myself rock hard in seconds. Right about then I wanted to strip her naked, and get very oral with her, sucking her boobs and her cock, however large or small it was. "Yea, you're like a dream come true," I said, realizing that that probably sounded pretty cheesy. She was getting me so hot it was hard to even think straight.
The drinks came, and her foot stayed right where it was, not trying to get me off so much as just toying with me and letting me know that she was as hot for me as I was for her.
"Hard to get dates being a TS?" I finally asked her.
"There are good days and bad days. Some of the guys that ask me out apparently don't know what I am, in spite of some hints, and get really pissed when they find out. More than one has tried to beat the shit out of me. Then there are others who act all interested in me but just want sex with a TS and nothing more. One quick fuck to see what it's like and that's the last I see of them. Now and then I meet a guy like you who can treat me like a real person - and that doesn't suck."
I thought that was a bit of a leap since we had been on more or less two dates and this was the second. However, there was nothing more that I would like than to have a good sex-infested and fun relationship with a hot TS like Kristi. We finished our drink, had a second one and then decided to go down the street a few doors to a nice Italian restaurant and have something to eat. She was so completely passable, that not only had I not figured her out right away, no one else was going to either.
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