Once she reached the kitchen, she deposited her tray and stole off to the employee restroom. Locking herself in, she extracted the paper and found a thousand-dollar bill wrapped around a thin card of parchment that held his name and a phone number marked “Private.” Smiling to herself, she tucked these into the tiny hip bag where she kept her tips. It was bulging tonight, not only with money, but a variety of phone numbers.
***
The next morning, she presented herself at Palmer’s desk at ten o’clock. “Here you go.” She handed over a list.
Palmer looked at the piece of paper. “What’s this?”
“That, my dear brother, is a list of potential customers. A red underline means they’re a judge. You will note the name of Judge Wickley is among them.” She sat down smugly and crossed her arms.
“Where did you get these?” he asked, a grin beginning to form on his face.
“They’re my customers,” she answered.
“Your customers?” The smile was being rapidly replaced by a concerted frown.
“Yes. I’m moonlighting, you see… as waitress in The Lawyer’s Club.”
“Why, you little minx.” He grinned. “And how did you come by these names so quickly?”
“I didn’t do it alone. I had help from a black mini skirt and a translucent blouse that’s cut almost to my navel. These guys are suckers. Let’s hope. Just teasing!” She grinned. “Those names and numbers were accompanied by very large tips, all of which I am keeping because I earned them. They are all inviting me out for one thing or another, so I started a dance card and thought maybe you’d like to put them in order for me?”
Palmer looked up from the list and met her eyes. “Now, Lois, remember we talked about this. You aren’t a call girl. You’re a professional escort who does not cross the bedroom threshold. We’re strictly above board. You cross that line and you represent an entirely new potential black mark on our clients’ reputations.”
Lois held up her hands in surrender. “I know, I know. I get it.”
“I hope you do. You could take us all down. Now… as to this list, I’ll make the contact as your representative and this will all be above board. Good job, Lois. You came through even better than I hoped you would.”
“You’re welcome.” Lois sauntered out of his office, winking at his assistant on her way out. “I think he’s shooting up,” she whispered as she passed. The assistant’s eyebrows raised and Lois grinned.
***
“There’s a limo picking you up at six. You’ve got an engagement with Judge Wickley, some sort of peer dinner with cocktails, so dress for that. Afterwards, he has asked that you accompany him on the town for a few drinks. The limo will be your designated driver. Oh, and Lois, remember to answer to Jezzi… he’d catch that right away.
“Over and out, boss,” Lois mocked him and ended the call. She headed for the bathroom and chose a quick shower followed by a leisurely soak in the Jacuzzi. It made her skin glow pink and healthy.
Throwing open the closet, Lois selected a mini cocktail dress with a strap on one shoulder and otherwise all skin. There were cut outs at the waist and a keyhole neckline. It was barely respectable so she topped it with a black fun fur jackets and diamond studs in her ears to clean it up a little. Black patent spike heels completed the ensemble.
Just as ordered, the limo appeared at six and she was waiting downstairs in the lobby. She wasn’t quite ready to let the judge, or anyone, for that matter, come up to the apartment quite yet. The driver held the door open and she slid onto the leather back seat, right into the arms of the judge.
“Oops! Didn’t mean to crowd you!” She giggled but the judge looked anything but upset.
“No, sweetheart, you’re just fine. Come here and give us a kiss before we get started.”
“Now, your honor, I have to remind you that it’s not legal to prejudice the witness. One little kiss and then you have to follow the rules, okay?”
He nodded and she felt two, full slobbery lips encompass her own. It was one level short of nauseating, but she made it through it.
Laughing, she gently pushed him away, but as she did, she gently brushed her hand over his crotch as if it was accidental.
His reaction was instantaneous. He flushed and his mouth dropped open. “Jesus, but you’re a vixen,” he commented. He looked her up and down as if debating where to start. He reached out and cupped one of her breasts in his hand. “I want you, here and now!”
“Patience, Judge, patience,” she scolded, but she didn’t push his hand away. “You know what they say about anticipation.”
“Perhaps, but I can touch,” he insisted and slid his other hand up her skirt, drawing in his breath when his fingers discovered she was wearing nothing beneath. “Lay back and spread your legs,” he ordered in a husky voice.
Lois debated for a second. She obviously wasn’t attracted to him, but she needed him wrapped around her finger. She could always close her eyes and pretend it was Jet. She leaned back, obliging him and opening her thighs slightly. When she glanced nervously towards the limo driver, the judge noticed.
“Eyes on the road!” he barked. The driver nodded curtly and his eyes snapped forward immediately. He reached for a button and a black panel slid up from the division between the front and back of the limo, effectively leaving them alone.
Judge Wickley’s breathing became ragged as he pushed up her dress, fully exposing her to his gaze. His fingers were shaky as he parted her vaginal lips and began massaging her clit. Lois gasped. In spite of his shaking fingers, he wasn’t bad at this. To the judge’s immense pleasure, her tender pink lips swelled beneath his fingers, becoming moist and alluring.
“God, but I want you!” His thick tongue slid out of his mouth and licked his lips. “Spread them wider and slide your hips down!” He was becoming frantic with need and Lois obliged, feeling aroused and wanting to see where this might lead.
The judge leaned over her with both hands and lifted her hips, shoving the fabric of her dress up around her waist with an almost angry haste. He slipped his finger inside her and Lois bucked her hips, moaning. And then she felt him pressing his thumb against her tight back entrance, working it inside, and she squirmed.
He held her tightly by one hip, keeping her in place. And then he started moving his fingers, in and out, and she could feel the pressure between them, feel it inside herself. Lois groaned with delight at the sensation and she could feel the heat beginning to build low in her belly. “Oh, my…” she uttered breathlessly.
“You like that, sweetheart?” He began a rhythmic penetration, sometimes slow and then speeding up with an urgency that brought her to the orgasmic edge. He wouldn’t let her go over, however, and quickly moved to unzip his own pants. He slid his cock out and she gasped at its size and girth.
“Judge, you know we can’t—” Her words ended there as he pulled her up by her hair, twisting her body around so her mouth was pressed against his length. She had to admit it was worthy of a little salivary admiration. His honor, in lieu of feminine company, would certainly have his hands full.
“Do you ever…” she began, her mouth opening to let the tip of her tongue run his length, “you know… touch yourself behind that big old bench?”
His eyes lit up and she knew she’d hit on the truth. “Put your fingers back in me, please,” she begged, urging him along. He nodded and once again she felt his digits penetrate her and the heat was beginning to crescendo once more. “Tell me about it…” she urged him in an impassioned whisper.
“Ohhhhh, yeah.” He hissed in a breath as she took the tip of him into her mouth and sucked gently. “Masturbation in the open is the most exciting, my dear. When you have a courtroom full of witnesses and guards standing nearby, it’s even more so. I know the guards see it… they can’t help but see me. I know they want to do it, too…maybe some of them want to touch me even. It’s a power they can’t have—to jack off in the face of the prosecuting attorney and a room full of w
itnesses who cannot leave but must sit there and wonder, hearing my breathing, my gasps, the way my robe shimmies from the shuddering touches. You’re damned right I jack off—what better time?”
Lois egged him on. “Mmmmm… I can see why you like it. I can feel the power right now, in my mouth and on my lips. Why don’t you leave me to simmer and let me finish you off?” She grinned up at him wickedly. “I’d like to go to dinner with the taste of you already on my lips.”
He was all too ready to participate. He withdrew his fingers from inside her and jerkily opened his pants, sliding them over his hips. He thrust his pelvis at her eagerly and she tried not to laugh.
“Push your pants all the way off, Judge. I want you to spread your legs the way I did. I want to see you, to feel your skin against my skin.” She helped him push the pants of his tuxedo onto the ivory carpet of the limo interior. “Ahhh…” she breathed onto him, lending a cool air to the heat he was emanating. The contrast made him squirm and moan, already throbbing and pulsing with the need for release.
“Turn around and let me put it in you!” he ordered, reaching for her desperately.
“Naughty Judge, you know I’m not here for that. I’m just a lady friend to be at your side for the evening. I’m sure you know that if you were to penetrate me with that huge, molten rod of yours, it would be illegal. Let me just look at you; you’re magnificent!” she flattered him.
“No! I’m going to fuck your eyeballs out! I brought this!” he cried, producing a small, ink pen sized device.
“What’s that?” she asked fearfully.
“Nothing but pleasure, sweetheart. I put it into you and when I press the tip, it puts a little current into your pussy and you will feel ecstasy, I promise you. Here, spread your legs and let me put it in.” He pressed her legs apart.
She pulled away from him, drawing her legs together. She smiled at him, trying to keep the situation light while still telling him no. “Judge you know I can’t do that. I’ll get in trouble. I could get fired or even arrested!”
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re with me. You won’t be in trouble. I can make trouble disappear any time I want to. I do it all the time, you know. A little gift in my pocket or on my cock and guilty men go free. I do it all the time!”
He was reaching for her again and Lois thought she might have to get more forceful in her refusal. But then the partition slid down slightly and the driver cleared his throat. “One mile to our destination, sir,” he warned the judge.
“Damn!” the judge cursed and slammed his fist into the back of the front seat. “I was all ready…” he began and cursed again as he pulled on his pants. “Get dressed, sweetheart. We’re almost there and there will be reporters. Pull yourself together and we’ll finish this a little later at my house. I have a whole room set up for this, you know. Wait until you experience it!”
Lois nodded and sat up, rearranging herself to look presentable. They drew up to the curb and the driver came around to open the door. Lois emerged first, smiling at the reporters who were clicking pictures with digital devices. The judge emerged behind her, holding out his arm with a gentle, fatherly smile on his face. They went in to dinner.
Midway through the six-course meal, Lois began to frown, pressing her hand against her stomach area. Without excessive drama, the judge noticed. “Are you well, sweetheart?” he asked anxiously.
“Not really. Could it have been something in the food?” she asked, beginning to breathe rapidly and fan herself.
“I don’t think so. No one else in the room seems to be experiencing problems.”
“Oh, dear, I think I’m going to be sick,” she said in a somewhat loud voice and stood, looking around for the ladies’ room. The waiter was only too happy to take her arm and escort her there quickly, where she sat for some time, adjusting her appearance to match the supposed situation. She sloshed water over her face, dabbing some on her eye makeup to smear it and wet a wash cloth and held it to her forehead. She emerged and motioned to a waiter.
“Please tell Judge Wickley that I’m ill and have called for a taxi to take me home. Tell him that I apologize and we will make up for time on another occasion.” She slipped the waiter a twenty and headed straight for the entrance, the cloth over her forehead.
Lois made her way out to the sidewalk, appearing to look left to right for the taxi to come. A car did come, eventually, but it wasn’t a taxi—it was Palmer. He pulled up to the curb, pushed open the door and she slid inside.
“You okay?” he asked and she nodded, wiping her hands with the washcloth before rolling down the window and pitching it into a nearby garbage container.
“Here,” she said, tossing the iPhone at him. He caught it neatly with his right hand, keeping the left on the wheel.
“Did you get anything?” he asked, looking at the phone as though it was treasure.
“Enough to bury him. He’s all yours from this point on. I’ve had more than my share of the old fart.”
“You didn’t…” he left the sentence unfinished.
“No, no, I didn’t. You wouldn’t know it from the recording, though. He’s not a bad guy—just hornier than heck. There’s enough there to make him putty in your hands.”
“Good girl! First stop is your apartment where we’re going to offload this and make several copies on disk and in the cloud. Then, I’m taking you to dinner to celebrate!”
“Ach! Can we make it Chinese carry-out at the apartment after I shower? This dress is ruined and I want to be clean again.”
“Sure thing, sis.”
***
When Lois emerged from the bedroom, bathed and in fresh clothing, she found Palmer in her office, burning discs on an external disc drive. “I’ve already got six copies in the cloud under different email addresses. If anything should happen to me, there’s one in your name, too.”
“And since when can you get to my email?”
“Since I provided the computer. You think I’m a fool?”
“No, I think I probably deserve that title more than you. So, how are you going to work this?”
“Very, very carefully. It’s called blackmail, even if the evidence is about a judge, you know. He could order it destroyed, just because he’s a judge.”
“Oh, that’s right. There’s some of that in there, too.”
“Some of what?” he asked her.
“Some of the judge fixing stuff. He spelled it out that he was for sale and could set guilty men free.” She leaned against the desk, crossing her arms over her chest and laughing. “You’ll love it—definitely a chart topper.”
“You’re something else. Now, we don’t stop here, you know. There are literally dozens of attorneys and more judges around that are as guilty as this guy. You up to this?”
“Sure, but what’s the payoff? I mean, how are you going to use them.”
“It never hurts to have the system on your payroll, told you that earlier. The first thing that’s going to happen is a little lunch with the judge. That’s my job. I’m going to mention that you told me some disturbing things about the limo ride and that you routinely record everything for self-protection. I’ll let him draw the conclusions. Then, I’ll mention in an off-hand sort of way that there’s a certain reporter who needs her wings clipped. He’ll get the message.”
“You’re brilliant, Palmer.”
“I think you had a hand in this one, Lois,” he admitted admiringly.
“We make a pretty good team. What are you going to do to Tyler?”
“That, my dear,” he said, rotating in the chair and grinning at her, “remains to be determined. I will bide my time and he will not know when, or where, but he will definitely know who!”
“Love your style. C’mon, let’s eat. I’m suddenly famished!”
Fake Fiancée - Book 3
Lois Townsend narrowly missed being struck by a limousine as she crossed Rodeo Drive. Her bags scattered along the pavement and the heel on her shoe snapped as she spun to avoid the vehicle.
Falling to her knees, she took a moment to regain her equilibrium as passersby looked down at her but kept going. It’s getting as bad as New York, she thought.
She’d moved to Los Angeles from NYC fairly recently, and at first she’d found it a much more enjoyable atmosphere. But the longer she was here, the more she saw the similarities.
The limo had gone around the block and was approaching her again. Coming back to finish me off, are you? she thought.
Lois rolled to her knees and hurriedly reached for the contents of her bags; she’d bought some very expensive clothing at Neiman Marcus and she didn’t want people walking on the opened boxes that now littered the sidewalk.
The limo pulled up to the curb and the driver got out and came toward her. Lois was preparing to lash out at him, but then he quickly bent and started picking up her things, re-closing the boxes and putting everything back into the proper bags.
“Mr. Zinelli extends his most sincere apologies for having startled you and has asked that you allow us to transport you to wherever you like. He also wishes to replace any items you might think were damaged.”
“He does, does he?” Lois struggled to get to her feet, off balance due to the heel having been sheared off her left shoe. The driver bent and attempted to give her a helping hand, but she waved him off.
“Here, allow me,” said a voice behind her and before she could look around, a pair of well-muscled arms picked her up and set her on her feet. “I instructed my driver to bring you back to the car so I can see you safely to your destination.”
Lois took off her shoes, waving them at him. “You’re the mysterious Mr. Zinelli, I take it?” she said sarcastically, her pride wounded.
“Dirk Zinelli, at your service.” He smiled, giving her a sort of half-bow.
“And just what if I don’t want a ride from you?” She stomped her feet a bit, despite her lack of shoes and the rugged sidewalk beneath her tender feet.
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