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Tony Linn wasn’t the type of lawyer Angela Benton normally would have had representing her. Ivy league undergraduate, top ten law school grad, a prestigious federal clerkship and a $300 an a hour billing rate with one of the most influential law firms in the state, Tony was the kind of attorney Angela read about OTHER people having. Lucky for her, Tony had a drug problem, one that had migrated quickly from recreational to habitual. At the risk of losing his license and facing criminal charges, he had accepted a community service sentence that made him accessible to the Angela Bentons of the world.
Angela was one of those people who never seemed to catch a break. With features too soft, too ill defined, to ever truly be considered pretty, she was nonetheless attractive. Standing 5’9″ in bare feet (and 6′ in her trademark 3″ spiked heels) she was taller than a good many people. By no means svelte, she was minyon porno a solid 160 pounds, but she was well put together. A 38E bra size commanded the attention of all but a blind person, especially given her penchant for going braless and pouring herself into size 12 tops instead of a more realistic 16. Add to that an overzealous dye job that turned her brown curls almost white, a small, pouty mouth with enough red lipstick to cover a barn, and translucent hazel eyes, and you end up with a woman who consistently turned heads, though not always for the right reasons.
She made her living through an odd assortment of unrelated odd jobs, the type that every thriving economy needs in order to keep moving. In the last nine months she’d been a waitress, a bartender, a receptionist, and a “nail technician”; most recently, she’d been employed as a sales clerk in a major department store downtown. That is, until she’d been arrested at one of the stores in the suburbs on the suspicion of shoplifting.
She hadn’t been able to make bail and spent almost two weeks in jail before her case came to trial. Tony was her court appointed attorney, and made no secret that he thought this type of work was beneath him.
Lucky for her he didn’t have to expend a lot of effort. The arrest had been made based on a sketchy eyewitness description. The item in question, a particular brand of makeup, was something Angela had proof she was allergic to. But the final nail in the prosecution’s coffin came when a woman showed up before the same judge one day, also platinum blonde (the similarity ended there), caught red handed shoplifting the same makeup from another store, with a history of prior convictions.
The judge dismissed the case against Angela, and in a rare move of compassion offered to allow the defense to request monetary damages. The prosecution countered almost immediately with an offer of $25,000. After a quick conference right there in the courtroom, Tony accepted the settlement on Angela’s behalf. Stunned, the judge closed the case and informed Tony that he wanted to see him and his client in his chambers immediately.
In chambers, Angela perched herself on one of the visitor’s chairs pensively. She’d never been in a judge’s office before, but it felt vaguely like the principal’s olgun porno office, a place she was very familiar with, and had no fond memories of.
She looked over at Tony, who lounged casually, unconcerned; his short cut wavy brown hair perfectly in place, his blue eyes calm, almost bored. He yawned offhandedly and she marveled, for the umpteenth time, at how white and straight his teeth were, how rugged his jaw and cheeks stood out. He wasn’t a tall man, maybe only an inch or two taller than Angela without her heels, but he was broad and muscular looking.
Judge Milton Evers entered his chambers in a flurry. Angela shot up out of her chair reflexively, but Tony just looked over and gave a halfhearted wave. Judge Evers glowered.
“Mr. Linn, I’ve had about as much of your insolence as I’m going to take,” he roared. “Either show the proper respect or so help me!”
Laconically Tony stood up and waited for the judge to take his seat. Angela’s head moved from one man to the other as if watching a tennis match, until finally the judge gestured for them to be seated also. Angela resumed her rigid positioning, and Tony slumped back in his chair.
“I called you both in here to apologize to Ms. Benton on behalf of the court for your deplorable performance,” Judge Evers shot Tony a withering stare.
Tony’s eyes narrowed, although his body gave no sign that he was at all concerned about the judge’s statement.
“What are you talking about?” Tony asked cagily. “We won, and we got paid.”
Judge Evers waved him away. “We both know you did the bare minimum. If she,” he pointed at Angela, “was one of your uptown clients, that store would be out of business. You coasted, like you have since you were sentenced, and I am sick of it!” he shouted, slamming his fist on the desk and making them both jump. “I think it’s about time someone made you answer for your sloppiness. Stand up!” he commanded.
They both rose.
His voice softened. “Not you, dear. I was talking to your scumbag lawyer.”
Angela sat back down, blinking. The profanity seemed out of place in this hallowed room, kind of like hearing your grandfather curse.
He directed his attention back to Tony. “You walk around like such a big dick. What do you have to back it up?”
Tony shook his şahin k porno head, trying to process what he was hearing. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Take off that suit! You left her vulnerable,” he gestured toward Angela,” now let’s see how you like it.
Tony’s smile turned predatory. “I don’t know who you THINK you are, Judge Evers, but this isn’t some high school gym class where coach is going to teach me a lesson. I’m a fucking professional, and a lawyer no less. I don’t have to put up with this shit.”
Judge Evers matched Tony’s smile with a cold one of his own. “Let me help you understand something, son; in this place, I am God. If you walk out of that door before I tell you to, and I contact the court police and tell them a tale, whom do you think they’ll believe? I can have you arrested, and then I will have you disbarred.”
“You wouldn’t…” Tony said without much enthusiasm.
Judge Evers arched his eyebrows. “Are you willing to take that risk?” When Tony didn’t answer, he continued. “Now be a good boy and take your punishment. You’ll be better for it,” he assured him.
Hands trembling, Tony took off his jacket, then his tie and his shirt, and finally his shoes and his pants. Judge Evers leaned back in his chair and looked him over.
“Shirt and shorts too, son,” he admonished.
All the color drained from Tony’s face.
“But your honor…” he sputtered.
“NOW!” the older man barked.
A tear welled up in the corner of Tony’s eye and spilled down his cheek as he removed his t-shirt and his boxers. When he bent over to remove his socks the judge stopped him.
“Leave them on. You look ridiculous; it’s becoming on you.”
Tony looked over at Angela, who was smirking at him in open amusement. His chest was broad, his body nicely defined, and to be honest, Angela had wondered several times during the course of the trial about what the lawyer might look like naked and in bed. He was pretty hot, that was until you got to his cock. Compared to the muscular thighs and the washboard abs his cock was an incredible let down; it was so small it got lost in the dark tangle of his pubic hair. Wasn’t it always the ones that flaunted designer clothes and expensive cars that were trying to make up for other inadequacies?
“Now, say you’re sorry to the lady,” the judge chastised.
“I’m so sorry,” Tony said, his voice quivering.
“He doesn’t seem so high and mighty now, does he?” Judge Evers asked, winking at Angela. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I’m still not sure he understands. I have an idea.”
To Be Continued…
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