The case file on the desk, the motion for reconsideration, the coerced witness—all of it faded into the background static. The only evidence that mattered now was the primal, undeniable chemistry between a powerful judge and a woman who knew exactly how to use every asset at her disposal.
“The kind of persuasion,” she said over her shoulder, looking back at him with hooded eyes, “that proves I’m willing to do anything to see justice served. You want to test my resolve, Judge? Let’s test yours.”
He turned his chair slightly, forcing her to step back. He looked up at her, his eyes hard. “I left a door open for legal argument. Not for this.”
“You denied my motion,” she said softly, her lips almost brushing his ear. “But you didn’t dismiss my case. You left a door open.” BigTitsAtWork-Nikki-Benz-ZZ-Courthouse-Part-Two
“Oh, I disagree,” she said, her voice dropping to a smoky whisper. She straightened up and, with deliberate slowness, began to walk around the side of the desk. “Every room is an arena. It’s just a matter of knowing which weapons to use.”
Nikki reached up and loosened his tie. “Then let’s not waste any more time, Your Honor. We both have a long night of… research… ahead of us.”
She leaned over him, placing one hand on each armrest of his chair, caging him in. The creamy swells of her breasts were inches from his face. “The prosecution’s key witness is a liar. I can prove it. But I need one more day to file the affidavit. You can grant me that, Your Honor. Or…” The case file on the desk, the motion
Only then did he look up. His gaze, usually so stern and unreadable from the bench, was different in here. It was sharper, more focused. It traveled from her stiletto heels, up the long line of her nylon-clad legs, past the curve of her hip where the skirt hugged tight, and finally settled on the tension in her blouse. The fourth button, the one she’d deliberately left open, revealed a shadowed valley that had nothing to do with legal briefs.
“This is the argument,” Nikki replied, unflinching. She reached up and slowly, teasingly, pulled the silk scarf from around her neck. She let it drop to the floor. Then, she unbuttoned the second button. Then the third. The blouse fell open, revealing a black lace bra that struggled to contain her. The sheer size and shape of her breasts, heavy and perfect, were a physical presence in the room.
Nikki smiled. It was a victory smile, but a small one. The battle wasn’t won. It had just entered its final, most intense phase. You want to test my resolve, Judge
“One day,” he said, his voice a low rasp. “You have until 9:00 AM tomorrow to file your affidavit.”
She leaned up and kissed him, not softly, but with a fierce, demanding intensity. His hands, finally, came up to her waist, then slid up her back, then finally, finally , cupped the heavy, soft weight of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth.