Law of Attraction ((LitShark & xTerrax))

[LitShark]

“All rise,” the bailiff instructed the court, giving a moment for the inevitable eight or so seconds of scuffing and mumbling that goes with people standing and sitting down, the tradition on a whole probably cost the legal system millions each year, just to make sure that everyone in every courtroom had to kiss the judge’s ass in their own way, “the honorable Judge Harold Thomas presiding over the matter of the State of California Versus Jake Conway. You may be seated.”

“Alright, is the prosecution ready to proceed with their first witness, Mr. Charles Delancey?” The judge asked, shuffling papers around his polished hardwood podium, Jake knew that Charles wasn’t going to be there, he took that moment to look over his shoulder into the first row of the gallery where Precious, the wife of his current lawyer sat.

“Unfortunately, your Honor, we are not ready to proceed,” leaning against her husband’s shoulder, Jake continued to leer at Precious, his eyes burning through her, penetrating her in ways no one else could feel but them two. He made a gesture with his fingers, indicating that she should spread her legs, “Mr. Delancey has been unreachable for the past few days.”

Jake licked his lips as Precious put on a little show for him. He’d demanded that she stop wearing panties about a week ago and by now she was almost powerless to refuse him anything. He watched eagerly, much more interested in the sweet paradise between Precious’ thighs than the chaos playing out at the prosecution table.

“What about Ms. Charlotte Givens, the prosecution’s second witness?” the Judge was asking as Jake grasped his now erect cock through his grey slacks.

“Unfortunately, Ms. Givens has also been unreachable…”

Three weeks earlier:

Jake sat in the grey interview room, wrists and ankles shackled to the floor, wearing his prisoner’s orange jumpsuit. The metal door swung inward with a wail and the echoing tip-tap of stiletto heels filled the room. It was like the sound of classical music to Jake’s ears. A knowing grin crossed Jake’s lips as she came into view, her brilliant red hair bundled neatly behind her head and her snug professional attire doing nothing to disguise the gorgeous proportions of her body.

“Mrs. Johansen, wasn’t it? Listen, I really appreciate your interest in my case, I really do,” Jake was explaining from his place opposite the pale, green, metal table, “but my organization, we have a defender that we use, we keep him on retainer—so to speak. So I won’t be requiring your husband’s services in this case.”

Since his incarceration, Jake had been studying books of the occult, and only just began using some of the more rudimentary spells on himself. He’d reinforced his own luck the day before this Johansen lady called, and last night he’d performed a ritual that was supposed to make him irresistible and persuasive, particularly to the opposite sex, and truthfully, he could feel it.

As soon as the heavy metal door closed behind her and the two of them were locked in that small, windowless cement room, he was no longer chained. No longer a prisoner. She was his prisoner now and he could feel her at his mercy. She was desperate, she had to have been to approach him, like this, by herself, knowing that he had the kind of connections he had. There was no way that her husband knew she was doing this, she was going rogue and needed Jake more than Jake needed her.

“You can sit down,” Jake smiled, breaking the brief but heavy silence, “closer, no come on, closer than that. As I was saying, I already have a lawyer. He’s been real good by me and my friends, real good. Best of all, he knows how to keep a secret. Do you know how to keep a secret?”

With a tug of his head, Jake urged her closer still, then he spread his legs until their knees touched.

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“In light of the prosecution’s obvious inability to produce any credible witnesses against the defendant, I see no other options but to drop the charges of Murder in the first and criminal conspiracy,” the Judge banged his gavel, regaining Jake’s attention albeit briefly, “bailiff, please come remove Mr. Conway’s shackles. You’re free to go, Mr. Conway.”

An uproar went through the court, the victim’s mother let out a wail and everything became an ocean of shouts, curses and voices, but Jake’s attention was back on Precious. He said nothing, only stared, his blue eyes full of intention and purpose. He felt as though he could see all the way through to her heart, that he was watching the blood surging through her veins. He was finally going to have her, all to himself. No guards, no cameras, no double sided glass… just him and her.

He was going to destroy her, ruin her completely and forever. He was going to devastate this young woman, just because he could.

 

[xTerrax]

The atmosphere in the room was incredibly tense the second that Mr. Conway's shackles were released. The panicked stares, whispers and shouts of disbelief filled the room, echoing throughout the area. Precious stood in place, her heels planted firmly against the floor, completely frozen as if she were a statue. Her gaze went towards the grieving mother and then towards Jake. His blue eyes meet her own, her heart fluttering inside of her chest. A slight dampness between her thighs began to emerge, as the thought of her owning up to some promises crossed her mind. Her blank stare slowly became one of anxiety, as Jake's turned into something aggressive. Something cruel. Something sadistic.

Following through with his command, the young redhead began to spread her legs. With everyone distracted, her husband included - now frozen in place, but for an entirely different reason - she exposed her shaven pussy to Jake. Her inner lips glistening from a mixture of excitement and utter panic. Her heart pounded like a drum, while her mind raced to recollect her thoughts. How did this all happen? How did she allow things to get so far?

Was it all worth it?

..

Three weeks earlier:

Precious was nervous as she made her way into the interview room. Henry didn't know anything about this - about her, going behind his back - to talk to a very dangerous, sick and twisted man. But this case was being plastered all over the news, how the deranged rapist Jake Conway was finally arrested. Her husband's law firm was crumbling and if someway, somehow she managed to get them to represent him...well, win or lose, this would be great for the business. No publicity is bad publicity, as they say.

Still...the paralegal wife nearly trembled before meeting Jake. She knew that showing fear would be a very bad thing to do, so she stopped in the middle of the long stretch of the hallway, making the prison guard pause and look at her questionably. The redhead took a deep breath and thought to herself "Okay Precious, you can do this..." before quickly apologizing and following her guide. Before she knew it, the metal door wailed open and the curvy red head and face to face with the prisoner.

“Mrs. Johansen, wasn’t it? Listen, I really appreciate your interest in my case, I really do, but my organization, we have a defender that we use, we keep him on retainer—so to speak. So I won’t be requiring your husband’s services in this case.”

Precious didn't say a word, at least not at this moment. Instead, she looked at the prison guards, watching as they left the room. For a few seconds, the silence was deafening. Dressed in tight black skirt, a blouse and blazer, she could feel that even her professional attire wasn't enough to keep Jake's lingering eyes away from her - the sight of her D cup breasts pushing out against her blouse and Precious' famously big butt protruding against the fabric of her skirt, obviously enticing him. She could feel his hunger and lust the second that those guards lost, in a very real way. As if his gaze itself was caressing her, if that made any sense. Certain bizarre thoughts began to cause her heart to palpitate. Thoughts such as that at any minute, he'd close in the distance between them both and take what he wanted.

Something wasn't right...

“You can sit down,” the cruel man stated as Precious did so, carefully making her way to the chair and sitting down. The fact that she was sitting right besides someone who has abused women such as herself didn't make her feel all that comfortable...especially with him asking her to come in closer.

“closer, no come on, closer than that. As I was saying, I already have a lawyer. He’s been real good by me and my friends, real good. Best of all, he knows how to keep a secret. Do you know how to keep a secret?”

Before even speaking, she scooted near him and the slight touch of his knee on her own nearly caused the young redhead to jump. She didn't however, even managing to keep her composure despite being so close to a maniac. She cleared her throat, carefully placing her hands on the table before saying with confidence "Mr. Conway, I can keep a secret and can guarantee you that we'd do a better job than your lawyer."

Heart pounding and all, the young red head pressed her knee against his.

"A much better job, since I'll be on this case as well."

Jake didn't seem all that impressed - Precious could tell that much from the bored look in his eyes. He wanted more and before he even replied, the young redhead knew that he was going to make this much harder on her.

"Reach under the table and take off your panties."

He simply stared at her afterwards, maybe even enjoying the shocked look on her face. She muttered something inaudible, even to herself. Inner conflict reduced her thoughts into a complete mess, as she knew deep down and this was a make it or break it moment. Between a law firm that was going nowhere and a mortgage that both she and her husband could not afford, she knew that no matter what, she had to go through with this.

Precious didn't say anything, but instead responded with the movement of her hand. Reaching inside her skirt, her fingers hooked on the cotton black fabric of her panties, pulling on the waistband before squirming on her seat. Awkwardly sliding it down her thighs and heels, she pulled out her panties and placed them right on Mr. Conway's lap - as if there were cameras in the room or eyes watching them. Of course, this wasn't the case but Precious couldn't help but feel incredibly uneasy...

 

[LitShark]

When Precious finished slipping her panties off, Jake’s lips curled into a particularly cruel looking smile. She’d passed the first test, perhaps he really would hire this hot slut’s husband to represent him. Jerry would be okay and Jake could frame it to Carlos in such a way that he understood. When Precious deposited her still-warm panties in his lap, Jake reached down with his cuffed hands, grasping Precious’s wrist—not violently, but firmly enough that she understood that he was in control of her hand now.

With her panties clutched in one hand and her wrist in the other, Jake moved Precious’ hand across his lap until her slender fingers encountered the oblong bulge of his hard cock. Jake’s hand closed around her hand, forcing her to grasp the outline of his thick shaft. Once it was clear that she understood what was expected of her next, he released her hand and raised her panties to his face, burying his nose and mouth into the scrap of fabric and inhaling deeply. For a moment his eyes rolled back in his head and his cock jerked under Precious’ palm as he remembered the smell of a woman’s pussy.

“That’s good, maybe I do have some use for you. Not so much your husband, but you… If you can continue to make yourself useful to me like this, I’ll consider hiring your husband for my case,” Jake sighed, lowering the panties back into his lap, running the fabric through his fingers again and again, “unbutton the top two buttons on your blouse now.”

Jake stuffed Precious’ panties back into her hand before raising his shackled hands to begin unsnapping the buttons on his orange jumpsuit, revealing his muscular, tattooed chest and chiseled abs. He was squirming slightly in his chair, lightly fucking her hand under the table.

“If you want to handle my case, you’re going to have to do what I tell you. So far, you’ve been a good girl, but I haven’t asked much of you yet,” Jake instructed, his tone level and commanding as his eyes remained focused down the front of her blouse, “I don’t really need a lawyer, I’m going to be out of here in less than a month, Carlos will make sure of that, but I do have use for a sexy little bitch like you. If you want your husband to be my lawyer, I want you to be my bitch—do what I tell you and handle my sexual urges, I’ll hire your husband. Understand? Now, I want you to reach inside my jumpsuit and wrap your panties around my cock. Then I want you to jerk me off until I cum all over those slutty black panties you wore in here.”

Not giving her much time to consider what he was saying, Jake grabbed Precious’ wrist again and guided her hand into the open front of his jumpsuit until he felt the soft fabric of her panties and her silken fingers wrapping around his cock.

“Yeah, that’s it. Like that. A little faster now, yeah. Come on, don’t be afraid to let those big tits jiggle. Do it for your washed-up husband and his pathetic fucking career,” Jake was taunting, his voice breathy and coarse as he enjoyed the touch of a woman for the first time in days, “now tell me you’re my bitch. Promise to be my personal jizz rag behind your husband’s back. Tell me that you like my cock better than his.”

Prior to this moment, consensual sex hadn’t really been Jake’s favorite—he preferred instead to punish whores with his cock, but Precious was really changing his perspective. His cock was hard enough to cut diamonds now and he felt his orgasm approaching with uncharacteristic expediency. It seemed that she did have something to offer him, more than just her husband’s legal counsel.

“Yeah, that’s a good little bitch, keep it up,” Jake sighed, leaning back in the stiff metal chair, “the next time you come here, I want you wearing garter belts, fishnet stockings and no panties under your skirt. From now on, you will belong to me. Promise me, and next time you come, I’ll be ready to sign paperwork.”