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“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.
On the polished floor of Judge Zimmer’s chambers, the legal briefs scattered as Nikki pushed him back onto the leather couch, her body a promise and a threat all at once. The courthouse was silent. The gavel had fallen. And the real judgment was about to be rendered.
Judge Zimmer closed the file. “What I know is that you’re playing a dangerous game, Ms. Benz. You’re not in your usual arena. This is a courthouse, not a boardroom.”
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“Or you can watch an innocent person go to prison because you were too… rigid… to listen to alternative forms of persuasion.”
“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.”
“One day,” he said, his voice a low rasp. “You have until 9:00 AM tomorrow to file your affidavit.” “This is the argument,” Nikki replied, unflinching
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Nikki, still in her impeccably tailored charcoal pinstripe blazer and a white silk blouse unbuttoned one button further than regulation strictly allowed, closed the heavy oak door behind her. The click of the lock was a punctuation mark, a full stop on the procedural world and the beginning of a more personal negotiation.
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. Then, she unbuttoned the second button
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.
Her breasts were free, full and proud, the large, dark areolas tight in the cool air. She didn’t flinch or cover herself. She owned the moment.
“Or?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Counselor,” Judge Zimmer’s voice rumbled from behind his vast desk. He hadn’t looked up yet, his thick fingers still tracing a line in a hefty case file. “Your motion for reconsideration was… spirited.”
