Author C.P. McClennan

"So we're granting this divorce, no contest?" Cliff flipped through his notes. "Yes, maam." Judge Phillips glared at him over her glasses. "Don't you 'maam' me." Cliff chuckled and set the notes down on the large oak desk between them. Judge Phillips was 50-something. A brunette with grey streaks running through her hair. She was very short, but had a voice that Shakesperean actors would be proud of. She sat, very petite and proper at the dark oak desk. She was framed by bookshelves behind her, full of texts. She glanced up. "We're done then?" "Yes, Petra." "Couch." Cliff stood from his chair and walked back to the couch behind him. The room was deep burgundy on top with a white chair rail and white on the bottom. He sat on the [Read more...]

"Would you like a dance?" Cliff sucked on his beer bottle as he looked up at the blonde. She was not tall. Blue eyes under hair that was done in pigtails. She wore a black leather skirt short enough to show off her panties, a black leather bra, and black boots that came half way up her thighs. Over top of all this she wore a three quarter black pvc jacket. Glancing at his shrinking belly, Cliff did a mental shrug before answering. "Okay." She grinned and yelled back over the music, "Follow me and I'll make it worth your while." He stood and picked up his beer. Cliff was surprised that he was taller than she was. He followed behind her, watching her blonde pigtails swaying like pendulums from side to side. She took him out of the [Read more...]

"Where are we going, boss?" Cliff opened the van door for her and allowed the brunette Amazon to get in. She had a curvy gothic look with her black coat over top of a black sweater, skirt and nylons. Her black boots almost came up to the bottom of her skirt. Cliff trundled through the wind and snow to the driver side and got in. "Wait..." Heather paused and pulled the lapel of his black over coat to reveal a navy shirt collar. "No red sweater? What the fuck." They both laughed as Cliff started the engine. "I had thought of a movie, but with this storm I don't want to keep you out too late." Cliff put the van in reverse and slowly pulled out of his rooftop spot. Flipping to drive, he inched to the down ramp. "It is a bit nasty, but [Read more...]

"Let me see if I have this straight." She uncrossed her long legs and stood. Putting down her notebook, she turned to face him and leaned back on the desk. "You had an ex-wife that mentally beat you down to where you need to thank every woman for a fantasy." Her black skirt slit in the front, rising just enough that he could see the top of her black stockings. Cliff sat in the overstuffed chair and stared at her. A bottled water jiggled beside the large man as a train passed by on the road outside the office. He could see the snow drifting towards the ground from the window behind the doctor's desk. "Cliff," she spoke through a genuine smile. "How much weight have you lost?" "Fifty pounds so far." "Feeling more confident?" [Read more...]

"How old is she?" "Heather? She's 20." Cliff looked around at the exercise equipment as they walked through the gym. Derek stopped at the rowing machine. "Half your age, man." "She works for me and that's it." Derek chuckled as he crouched to adjust to machine. "Yet you keep bringing her up." Cliff sighed and looked at his reflection in the wall of mirrors. His red tee shirt draped over black sweat pants. He smacked his belly and mimicked Derek's deeper voice, "Won't be long and this baby'll be gone." Weights clanked in announcement of the tall redhead that rounded the corner. Her black sports bra and black skin tight shorts left little to the imagination "Derek, darlin'," she said with a slight southern drawl. Derek looked up from [Read more...]