I've been a judge for a lot of years, and I'm used to getting exactly what I want, exactly the way I want it. Sitting on the bench, I've encountered plenty of naive women with misplaced confidence. Jessica Donaldson was one such person. At least until I put her in her place. When you run a courtroom with an iron-will, there's no room for anyone to be in charge except the ultimate; the Alpha, who, in the case of my courtroom is me. My law is absolute, and I leave no room for opposition.
When a new ADA comes in, I've always been very particular in researching them. I want to know their background. What makes them tick. The way they wipe their ass. What they eat for breakfast in the morning.
From my research on Jessica, I could see that she came from a wealthy family, and was top of her class in law school. Her social media would suggest she has some deep-seated ideals to make this world a better place; at least her version of better. Many encounters before with these social worker types told me that they tended to be vapid social justice warriors with no real life experience.
Watching Jessica enter my courtroom for the first time provided vast amounts of other knowledge of her as well. Her fashionably too-tight pant suit, coupled with her 4 inch spiked heels, and very straight posture, gave her an air of sexy confidence. Jessica had probably never been told "no" a single time in her life. The thought of teaching it to her, and teaching her in the most delicious sexual ways had my cock engorged, and leaking into the inside of my silk trousers. I didn't know how long it would take for me to have this woman, but I knew that I would have her.
Upon entering my courtroom, Jessica's eyes were trained on me. I knew right then that she was aware of me. Fascinated, even. That likely my reputation of absolute dominance preceded me. I could see it in the way she constantly watched me, her eyes drawn to me like a moth to a flame. It was in the way she fidgeted, fussing for something inside her designer briefcase. I could see her attempting to appear calm and confident, but there was a slight shake of her left hand, and a bead of sweat rolled from her neckline, trailing a single line that disappeared into the crevice between her voluptuous breasts.
Before she spoke, I was aware of which case she planned to prosecute: a John Addams. I'd instructed my clerk to save the case for last. Instead of calling it in the usual alphabetical order, I made Jessica wait until the very end, studying her in my periphery. My cock hardened anew as I saw her fidgeting, rearranging herself in her seat as case after case was called, pretending to ignore her. I imagined it was probably the most unsettled she had felt in a very long time.
When at last, my clerk called Jessica's case, she stood suddenly, nearly tripping on her spiked heels. She approached my bench, along with the lead prosecutor, the defendant, and his attorney. After a nod from the Lead, Jessica began presenting her case. I gave her my direct stare- the one I'd used quite often in the past to assert my dominance. That look often made strong men look away, or wither. It had the same effect on Jessica, and she looked down at the file in her hand, as though searching it for the words to say. As she fidgeted and began to stammer, I stared right at the top of her head.
Finally, she stuttered, staring down at the file in her hands, "Your Honor, the State would like to produce evidence that the defendant was present at the time of the crime, and knowingly withheld assistance from the victim." The last she rushed, out of breath, and finally looked up, seeming to have difficulty making eye contact.
I looked down at her, finally catching her scent, which was a musky damp smell, mixed with sweat, and what I could only describe as fear. There was something else. Her curiosity was nearly palpable to me. I'd rarely noted it so strongly in any other. My cock became so full, it bounced, lightly smacking the underside of my bench.
"I've reviewed the case, and there's not enough evidence to move forward to jury trial," I declared.
Jessica looked even paler than before, gave a low gasp, and then replied loudly- probably a bit more loudly than she intended, "Objection, Your Honor," she replied.
I sat back in my chair, regarding her over my bench, and stated, "Overruled." The look on her face told me the game was afoot, and it was my game, but a game to which I had just made her a participant without her being wise to the fact. This was only the first objection.
I looked at her coolly and asked, "Your objection?"
She hesitated a moment, and I could see the wheels turning in her smart pretty head. Unfortunately for her, I was better at this game, and already guessed what she would say.
"In the case of The State versus John Stowe, there was less evidence, and the defendant was found guilty of much more." She stated her objection even more breathlessly than before. Her eyes wide, she finally held eye contact with me. More sweat trickled between her breasts.
I sat back in my chair, regarding her over my bench, and stated, "Jessica, you are still overruled."
Jessica squared her shoulders and stood every bit of her five foot six inches, (heightened in heels) before staring me directly in the eyes with more mustered confidence than I'd yet to see from her in my courtroom.
"Your Honor, case law precedent for cases such as these would move to trial. And historically...ahem...the defendant was given a suspended sentence at the least, and five years in jail at the most," she said this almost smartly, maintaining eye contact with me. I knew it was a ploy that had likely worked for her in the past, and she thought for sure I'd cower to her perceived show of power.
I sat quietly a moment, letting her wonder if her naive rouse had worked. I could see her heartbeat pounding in her neck, and a fresh bead of sweat trickling between her breasts. I then shut her down with a very cool, "Counselor, your objection is noted, and is still overruled."
Any further argument from her, and I'd have found her in contempt of court; a ruling I could've imposed almost indefinitely, had I had the whim. I studied her like a predator watching it's prey. She quickly looked away, turning red and holding her breath. Her embarrassment was palpable.
