"Cheryl, you've got to stop getting into trouble. This is probably the last time I'm going to be able to get you out. If you screw up again you go to prison. Do you understand?" He looked across the interview table at his client. She was under arrest for a violation of her probation, for the second time. She was 43, about 5'6" and 150 pounds. She was fairly attractive, with long brown hair, even though she had a belly on her.
"I know. I promise I won't screw up anymore. I'll do whatever they tell me to do." Cheryl honestly knew that she was at the door of going to prison. She'd really tried to do what she was supposed to do, but when her ex-boyfriend had come over on her birthday with the coke, she just couldn't refuse.
She hated to disappoint her attorney, because he'd tried awfully hard for her and really seemed to care about her. It was too bad she never seemed to get a man like him, she always ended up with bums. Bums who did nothing but get her in trouble. Like her ex. She'd been doing so good, nearly seven months of clean time. But she was lonely too, the only people she met were those in her rehab program, and they were just as afraid of her as she was of them.
When she got arrested this time she'd called her attorney and he'd come to see her before he was even re-appointed. She'd told him what had happened and begged him to try to get her out of jail. He'd listened and then chewed her ass about screwing up. But she knew she deserved it. She could tell he was a little attracted to her, because he always treated her so nice. She'd had other attorneys, and they just treated her like a piece of meat. He was married, but she knew he wasn't totally married, because she saw him occasionally glance down the front of her jail top. It was a little too big, and she hadn't been wearing a bra when she was arrested, so she still didn't have one. She had a tattoo just above her left breast, and when she leaned forward the shirt billowed out to where the tattoo was clearly visible. She liked leaning forward, every so often, and although he never directly stared down her shirt, she could see his gaze wander there periodically.
After leaving the jail, he filed the motion for bond reduction, then made some calls before heading home. That night in the shower his thoughts wandered to Cheryl. He liked her voice, which was a little like baby talk. However, she was no baby, he thought. He thought of her tattoo, and tried to imagine what her tits looked like. If only she'd stay out of trouble he thought. She just needs to have somebody to keep an eye on her and tell her what to do. But as he thought this, his hand rubbed his erect penis, soaping it down good as he imagined various scenarios where he was telling Cheryl what to do. Soon he heard his wife, the blood left his cock, and he again went to bed frustrated.
* * *
"Hi. I made bond! Thank you, oh thank you. You don't know how happy I am to be out of there. You said to call you when I got out, so here I am." Cheryl was very excited to be out of jail. He'd gotten her bond reduced to an O.R. and she'd gotten out after only a couple of days. It took them until after 5 pm to book her out, but she called like he'd told her to, and she was a little surprised to find him still at work.
"Congratulations. Where are you?" He asked. He was alone in the office, everyone else having left about half an hour earlier. Normally he'd have been gone too, but he thought she'd make bond tonight, so he'd waited to see if she'd call. Besides it was a Friday, and his wife had taken their daughter to visit the in-laws two hours away. He had nothing else to do.
"I'm just right down at the corner. I guess I'll go try to see if my sister will let me stay with her tonight." Cheryl wanted to get into a hot tub, and some clean clothes. They'd given her back the same clothes she'd been arrested in a week ago.
"I want you to stop by and see me, okay?" He tried to put a little authority in his request.
"Okay. But isn't your office closed? How will I get in?"
"I'll look for you at the door. Come to the front." He walked out of his office, down the hall to the conference room where he could see the street out front. His cock started to harden at the prospect of having Cheryl here alone. There wasn't anything wrong about meeting with a client, alone, after hours. But he wasn't thinking about work this night, and the wicked thoughts he was having excited him. In a couple of minutes he saw her approaching down the sidewalk. He unlocked the door for her, and held it open so she had to brush against him to get in. Once inside he followed her back to his office in the corner. He was pleased she remembered the way.
"Lets talk in the conference room down the hall Cheryl," he directed her. He guided her not to the big room they used for clients, but to the small private room that the attorneys used for brainstorming, and informal meetings. Inside the small room were a couple of couches and a desk. He sat on one of the couches and saw that she immediately took the other one.
"How are you doing?" He asked. He was taking in the outfit Cheryl had on. He'd only seen her in something besides jail clothing once before. She was wearing jeans and a loose fitting white blouse. Unfortunately the blouse concealed more than the jail top did, and he was disappointed. "Do you think you're going to be able to stay out of trouble this time? Because if you commit the slightest violation while on bond they'll throw you back in jail, and we'll have no chance at re-instatement at the hearing."
"I know. I'm going to do what ever they tell me to. I sure don't want to go back to jail, or to prison."
"Are you sure you can do that? It won't be easy."
"I know, but I can do it. No matter what, I'm just going to keep my mouth shut and do what I'm told." Cheryl answered.
"Really?! Let's just see, okay? I'm going to give you a test to see if you really can make it. I want you to do exactly what I say, without any whining, or protest. You willing to give it a try?" He felt like he ought to give her an out, before he started something that could have serious repercussions for both of them.
"Yeah, sure." She said. She had a pretty good idea what he had in mind, and she was rather anxious to find out how far he'd go. Not as far as she would, she'd bet.
"Okay, first I want you to stand up. Okay. Now, turn and face me. I want you to look at me the whole time, unless I tell you not to, Okay?"
"Yes." She said, rather quietly. She was getting a little excited herself. Her lousy ex-boyfriend had fucked her the night he brought over the coke, but he'd been lousy. And while the opportunity was there in the jail with a couple of the women, Cheryl wasn't really in to that. She'd gotten to finger herself a little in the cell, but not near enough to do any good. It had just whetted her appetite.
" Close the door. Good. Now lock it. Come back over here where you were. I want you to turn around, with your back to me. Now bend over and slip your shoes & socks off. You know, I like your ass Cheryl. It's a nice womanly ass, not like a boys at all. Do you like your ass?"
"It's okay I guess" She answered. She was bent over removing her socks. Just for the thrill of it she wiggled her ass at him a little. If he likes this ass I 'll just show it off a little, she thought.
"Now, stand back up. Are you wearing a bra?" He'd remembered that she'd not been wearing one in jail.
"No, I didn't have one, and they don't give you anything like that."
"Turn around. You know I've seen a little of your tattoo, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"What's the tattoo a picture of? I've not been able to get a very good look at it."