Clara's First

Anchor:

" In the wake of this morning's explosive revelations, the Black Sheep Firm has announced the immediate termination of two members, Nathaniel Cross and Aria Lennox. The decision comes after Dylan Morningstar exposed a series of internal emails showing deliberate efforts to sabotage his work on a high-profile case. Morningstar's statement, delivered as he exited St. Michael's medical center, also brought to light an alleged affair between Cross and Lennox, which reportedly contributed to their misconduct."

The screen shifts to a clip of Dylan speaking to reporters outside the hospital.

Anchor (voiceover):

"In his address, Morningstar accused Cross of reassigning crucial team members of the case, effectively isolating him while he worked to defend Jones '20 Shots' Brown. The case, which garnered national attention, resulted in a near-fatal shooting at Morningstar's home, an incident that many now attribute to the lack of proper support from his firm."

The clip transitions to a statement from a Black Sheep Firm representative, standing outside their corporate offices.

Representative:

"Effective immediately, Nathaniel Cross and Aria Lennox have been terminated from their positions. The Black Sheep Firm does not condone unethical behavior, and we are taking swift action to rebuild trust with our clients and team members."

The screen cuts back to the anchor.

Anchor:

"Sources close to the firm suggest this decision is only the beginning, with more internal investigations expected. Meanwhile, Dylan Morningstar, who survived multiple gunshot wounds in an attack believed to be connected to the 20 Shots case, has seen an outpouring of public support. Many are now calling him a hero for his courage in exposing the truth."

A quick clip of social media posts praising Dylan is shown, followed by a final shot of the Black Sheep Firm's building.

Anchor:

"This story continues to unfold, but one thing is clear: the fallout from Morningstar's revelations is sending shockwaves through Chicago's legal community. Stay tuned to Cityline News for updates."

Clara was dressed in an oversized brown sweater, her hair tied back into a ponytail while she watched the news.

"So fast?" Clara gasped in shock.

While she knew Nathaniel would get kicked out to protect the firm's image, she didn't expect it to happen so fast.

"Because I'm probably more popular than 20 Shots now. Have you seen my socials?" Dylan's voice rang from behind, causing her to jump to her feet.

Clara turned around, stunned to see Dylan standing behind her topless. His arguably perfect figure matched his delicate face.

Less than one percent of the world's population looked this good.

"You've changed," Clara muttered, her tone low.

The Dylan she knew was shy and cowardly, like her. Not this man who rejected police protection and moved back to his home after getting shot three times.

"I know." Dylan didn't try to deny it.

A charming smile on his face, yet his eyes were fierce and filled with hunger. She flinched as he walked around the couch, only stopping when he was inches away from her.

"Is that a bad thing?" Dylan asked, his figure easily towering over Clara.

Only now did she realize Dylan was over 6ft tall. This made her wonder why Aria left him for Nathaniel. The only advantage he had over Dylan was financially, but that could be resolved over time.

It wasn't like Dylan was poor.

"Aria was so stupid," Clara mumbled underneath a gasp as she felt Dylan's hands wrap around her waist, and this time, she didn't attempt to fight it.

Standing on her toes, she wrapped her hands around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. Clara's lips pressed against his, her tongue slithering into his mouth as the unexplainable sweetness of vanilla hazelnut exploded in her mouth.

Dylan felt her fingers dig into his hair, her plum breasts pressing against his chest as Clara ravaged his lips uncontrollably.

Her hand ransacked his body, trying to get a feel of everything it could grasp. Even Dylan couldn't help but feel shocked by Clara's proactiveness, it felt like she had something to prove.

Grabbing her shoulders, Dylan gently pulled her away. He felt amused by her eagerness to jump back right in.

{God damn it, she must have been long waiting for this chance to redeem herself.} The voice whistled.

"Calm down... There is no need to rush." Dylan chuckled, licking his lips seductively.

However, this didn't have the effect he expected.

"No... I want you, now!" Clara said decisively, shoving Dylan's hands away as she pressed her lips against his again.

Dylan was taken aback, staggering back by a few steps before falling on the sofa with Clara standing over him.

{Hmph, men... What's the point of adding 5 points in the strength stat when someone with 0 points in the strength stat can knock you over so easily?} The voice said, its voice filled with annoyance.

Clara quickly took off her panties, revealing her cute violet-colored panties. Dylan's eyes widened in shock as he watched her breasts swaying back and forth with each movement she made.

{Holy mother of God!} The voice yelped in shock, why Dylan was left speechless.

He was frozen until he saw her kneel, her hands reaching for his shorts. Images flashed before Dylan's eyes, his face turning pale and showing fear; something it lacked when he was shot three times.

He would rather get shot again than experience the thorny fields.

"No, no, no... Trust has to be regained. You are a long way from doing that." Dylan held Clara's hands, hearing his shaky voice redden her face while she giggled lightly.

"Don't worry; I'm not putting you through that again until we both decide I'm in the green," Clara said, her mood a mixture of amusement and embarrassment.

Clara slid her hand under the couch Dylan was seated on, pulling out a small bottle of lubrication. She calmly pulled down Dylan's pants, her eyes widening as his python awakened for war.

She flicked the bottle cap open, spraying a handful of oil on her palm before tossing the bottle away.

"What's gotten into you today?" Dylan asked calmly as he watched her rub her oily hands together.

Clara ignored his question and grabbed the serpent, her soft, greasy palms sliding up and down. She calmly coated Dylan's cock with the lubricant, her smile widening as she worked.

"Who wouldn't be excited to have someone like you as their first and only?" Clara said, her voice was low, just enough for Dylan to hear.