Alex - 10 Days of Torment

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Given permission by Christina, Alex becomes a stag

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Wednesday afternoon, March 20th

Alex was stewing outside the courtroom. He was supposed to be inside already. The hearing was about to start in the next few minutes, and he should have been at the desk with the defendant of the civil lawsuit that was being tried before a judge. There was no jury in the case, the two parties agreeing to a judge's direct ruling once all the evidence was presented and the facts of the case were argued by both sides.

He was taking over the case from one of the junior lawyers in the firm. It wasn't a lack of confidence, or even experience. The case had been in excellent hands. Unfortunately, some developments necessitated a change in counsel, and as it was one of Alex's subordinates it fell to him to step in.

He'd just gotten the files two days before when he met with the client in one of his firms conference rooms. He spent the first fifteen minutes calming her fears about the change in the seat next to her, and then he had her walk through the details of the civil suit. It was during that chat that a new detail emerged. A very important detail.

"Did Cassie know about this?" he asked Miss Swanson.

"No. I literally just remembered it. Is it important?"

"Yes. Very. Do you have a copy of it?"

"No."

"Do you have access to that email account?"

"Not anymore. I'm obviously no longer with that company. I'm being sued by them, remember?"

"Yes, but sometimes there are circumstances that could exist where access might be available."

"Well this isn't one of them, I'm afraid."

"Anyone you can contact there that can forward it to you?"

"Again, I didn't exactly leave on friendly terms. I told the owner to kiss my ass the day I quit."

"Do I want to know why?"

"He was hitting on me, but more importantly, I was paid a third of what my male contemporaries were paid, and I had the best sales numbers in the company three years in a row. Those are facts. You have the proof in my file. So, I got a better job, and I left him high and dry. No notice; took a couple of key clients with me, including their biggest. That's why I'm being sued. There's a lot of animosity there. We're not getting that email."

"That's what you think," he grinned. Hitting a button on the phone, he put it on speaker and dialed an extension.

"Maggie Summers."

"Maggie, it's Alex. I need your help."

"You got it, chief," she said playfully. "What is it?"

"Two things. I need you to file an emergency discovery on the Emily Swanson case. We're looking for an email that will swing this thing in the right direction. Two, we need to subpoena the Patterson Corporation to get it off their servers. It's a hostile, so we're going to need to push hard. The court date is Wednesday at 3:00 PM."

"Do you have details on the email. The date, the subject line... the recipients?"

He looked at his client, who had a frightened expression. "Emily, do you have anything?"

"I know it was to the asshole suing me, and it was sometime last August. I was blind copied on it, but I

know

it existed. They probably deleted it."

"At their office, yeah, probably," Maggie confirmed. "But as big as they are, my guess is they're contracting off site through a host server. We do. We wouldn't necessarily have to subpoena Patterson. We just have to figure out who they're using and subpoena them."

"Permission granted."

"It'll be expensive, Alex."

"Stamp it. I need this, and the clock is ticking."

"On it, boss!"

Unfortunately, it was at the eleventh hour, plus fifty-five minutes, and he was still staring at his phone waiting for that elusive email. Instead, he was receiving texts. The first was from a number he didn't recognize. The pictures that came were easily identified as his wife, her rear up high and her head turned to the side, resting on a mattress. She was taking a mammoth-lengthed cock up her ass. There was a photo of it about to enter, just the head inserted past the entrance. A second showed it buried fully, blissful lust on her face. The last one was an 'after' post, the cum leaking down from her yawning hole, flowing over her cunt.

Then came the texts from the man who had defiled his wife.

2:53 PM

Sry bout email earlier. didn't no u were cool with it

2:53 PM

Cool with what? Who is this?

2:53 PM

Christina being a hotwife

2:53 PM

Who is this!

2:53 PM

Billy

2:54 PM

Billy?

2:54 PM

Billy Drummond. Frm guard shack

2:54 PM

You've got to be kidding.

2:54 PM

Lke I said sry bout email b4. Ur wife is a gr8 fuck

2:54 PM

Gonna luv tappn tht sweet pussy whn I wnt

2:54 PM

When you want?

2:54 PM

Yea. She just mde me her boytoy

"I can't believe this," he groaned, reeling from the ramifications. It was one thing to fuck around. But Christina had upped her game by doing it at their house with her bull, and following that up just a couple of hours later by fucking a guy that

worked

by their house. What had been a safe haven when he'd left for work that morning had been transformed into her personal sexual playground.

To top that off, he got a picture and texts from Christina a few seconds later. The picture was the one with the money covering the new jewelry he didn't know about and still couldn't see. What he

could

see was cum all over her pussy. The texts were a follow up, pointing out the obvious.

2:54 PM

Im def the grl n the vid now. Fucked 5 tmes 2day LOL

2:54 PM

Walking hm frm fkng Billy. Cum is running dwn my legs!

Then she shocked him. She sent two selfies from in front of the sign for their street. The first was with her top open, her arm covering her breasts, but in a way that showed she was flashing her neighborhood. The second was a close up of her lifting the front of the miniskirt, showing her used pussy and the damage left behind.

2:55 PM

In case u thot I was joking

2:55 PM

My pussy is tore up

2:55 PM

I did my job. U do urs. B a stag! Fuck b4 u cum home

He didn't have time to process what he'd just had thrown his way. Before he could rationalize any of it, his phone rang.

"Alex Edwards," he answered, his voice low and resigned.

"Are you okay?" Maggie asked, knowing instantly something was wrong. She also could tell it had nothing to do with the case.

Alex didn't flinch though. He knew he didn't have time. He had just a couple of minutes before he had to go into the courtroom. He hoped it wouldn't be empty handed.

"Did you get it?"

"No. We've been played."

"What? How?"

"It's complicated, but the quick breakdown is when we filed the discovery, it alerted their lawyers that we were onto something. They must have talked to their clients. Anyway, we got stymied by time."

"What does

that

mean, Maggie?"

"I got the subpoena, and it was served to the corporate office of the host server. And they'll comply. Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is too late. Why not today?"

"The site is on the East Coast. It's almost six there now. They're closed. We got delayed by having to narrow down who the email was from. They were working on it, but come five, they stopped. I tried to get them to keep looking, but they said they only have to comply with the court order... there's nothing in it about incurring overtime costs. And they're right. Its not their fault we didn't know about the existence of the email before Monday. I'm sorry, Alex. I tried. I really did."

"It's okay, Maggie. I'll just have to ask for a continuance."

"You can't."

"Sure I can."

"No, you can't. The emergency discovery was for forty-eight hours. We've already passed that at noon. We would have had to file to extend before that. And you're in Judge Austin's court. There have already been four continuances granted, the first by us, the last three by them. This has been before his court for over three months. Even though they've asked for more time more than us, you

know

he's not doing it again."

"Yeah. I can't believe he did four. That has to be a record for him. I wonder why?"

"I asked Cassie that very question when she gave me the file. She said he has an eye for the opposition counsel. I don't know if that's true or not. You know how Cassie has been the last three months. She might just be jealous because people don't look

at her

the same way right now. A year ago

she

would have been the one in Judge Austin's wandering eyes."

"Well

I'm

sure not going to turn his head. I'm not sure how I'm going to win this now. I promised Emily we could turn this thing around on them. Now? It's not looking good."

"You can do this, Alex. Just go in with that swagger. You're the new counsel. They don't know who you are and what you bring to the table, so they won't be prepared. I'm positive some of delays they requested stemmed from knowing about Cassie's condition."

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely. I can almost guarantee it happened based on how Cassie said this attorney flaunted herself in front of him. It makes sense. You see Cassie's expecting, you delay until she's close to the due date, then all of a sudden some young newbie is thrown in to take Cassie's place and voila! Instant win. It's a shitty tactic, and it's not provable, but I could see it."

"Elliott Walling!" he growled.

"What?"

"I agree... I've heard of his firm doing shady things like this. Doesn't matter though. It's not like I have a choice at this point. I'll have to wing it. Thanks for your efforts. I'll let you know how things turn out in the morning."

Shaking off the disappointment, he got up and marched confidently into the courtroom just as the Judge had asked about the representation.

Alex was concentrating on his entrance. He didn't hear when the opposing lawyer replied, "Ashley Davenport for the plaintiff, your honor."

"Do you have counsel today Miss Swanson?"

Before Emily could be embarrassed by having to answer, Alex announced from the aisle, "Alex Edwards for the defendant, your honor. My apologies for being late."

"Where is Miss Stafford?"

"She's in the hospital, your honor," he said as he smoothly slid in behind the table next to his client, gliding his briefcase into position in front of his chair as he flipped the latches with his thumbs to open it.

"Hospital? Is she okay?"

"Well, I haven't talked to her, but I chatted with her husband Luke this morning. She's doing great. And

so is

the baby."

"She had the baby?" Emily asked, a tear running down her cheek.

"Yes. Your honor, if I could indulge the court, I'd like to put on the record for this proceeding that Steven Lucas Stafford was born this morning at 7:28 AM, and he weighed ten pounds, eight ounces."

Judge Austin laughed out loud and said, "Whoa! That's a big boy! So entered. Marjorie, please put that in the notes. Cassie's been involved in this case for months. It's only fair her little boy knows what a great job his mommy did to get us this far. Bailiff, can you have my secretary get in touch with Alex's firm. I want the details of where she's at right away so this court can send something over."

Alex loved that he had a great, respectful relationship with the judge. He was tough, but he was also fair. He was also a friend, so much so that he felt comfortable talking directly to the bailiff.

"John, have Julie call Maggie at my office. She has all the details. Thank you, your honor. I know Cassie will appreciate it."

"When did you get the case, Alex?" he asked, still being informal.

"Monday. She was two weeks overdue. They scheduled her last week to be induced yesterday afternoon."

"That explains why he's such a big baby. Do you need a continuance? I know there have been quite a few, but most were brought on by Miss Davenport. Under the circumstances, I could be persuaded to give you a week to better prepare for the good of your client."

For the first time, Alex turned to look at his opponent across the aisle, pleasantly surprised to see it was the gorgeous blonde that had flirted with him earlier. That is if bluntly insinuating that you're available to fuck, you feel his cock through his pants, and you show him an X-rated video showing yourself naked, tied and being spanked could be considered flirting.

He offered a knowing smile as their eyes connected. Her expression was more of the panicked variety.

Her fear was twofold. First she was unnerved by the ease with which he navigated the courtroom. He had charm, and humor, and an incredible sensitivity. He also had a commanding presence; her observation of him being a type-A personality being spot on. It was clear he knew his surroundings, including a personal connection with the participants. That didn't mean he would win the case, but it put him on even footing when she thought she had a distinct advantage with the judge. He was known for having a reputation for oogling hot, young female lawyers. There was never any evidence that he acted on his impulses, but he did love a pretty face and a hot body to go with it.

Ashley's other sudden concern was the encounter she'd had with Alex in the hallway. She was in a particularly nasty mood, a rough encounter with a female friend wielding a strap-on only pouring rocket fuel on her sexual impulses instead of satiating them. Accidentally seeing the video on his computer had ignited the fire inside her loins. The idea that she'd shared a video of her own, and the specific kind it was, exposed him to the woman beneath the sexy business suit. She'd bared her soul in under five minutes, and in doing so she'd undone three months of hard work paving the way for a huge win in her budding career.

Alex's mind raced to calculate his options. He had just seconds to respond to the question posed by the Judge, who had thrown him a lifeline he didn't expect. Entering the courtroom, he had no reason to expect to be granted a delay, knowing four had already been exhausted before any of the facts had been argued before the court. Only some preliminary evidence had been introduced to that point. Instead of a hurdle he dared not attempt to jump, that same Judge was offering to pull it out of the way. It was a godsend. And he was actually considering not taking advantage of it.

As he stared at Ashley, his eyes narrowed. He was reading her face, and then her body language. She had referenced her ability to read people regarding a sexual connection. He had that ability in the courtroom, and felt he had a considerable advantage.

His expression changed as he scanned her body, recalling how it looked in the graphic video she'd foolishly let him watch. She'd teased him, fondling his cock, trying to stoke a desire. She'd even challenged him, asking what kind of role he was going to assume for the hotwife that was blossoming at home. She'd questioned the lack of masculinity he'd shown toward a self-described submissive who was for all intents and purposes willing to kneel for him. She'd blatantly told him she was looking for a new Dom. And this after he blurted out that he was a stag.

Add to that the verbal go ahead Christina had given him earlier, and the challenge via text she'd sent just before he entered the proceedings, and he felt emboldened. By all accounts he had no business making the decision he was about to, but he often went with his gut instincts when presented a difficult decision, and he was never afraid to gamble. He just needed to convince his client. Leaning to his left, he whispered to Emily.

"I could drag this out farther... I don't have the email. We could reschedule."

"The look in your eyes tells me that's not what you want to do. Why?"

"I have an advantage. I can't go into it, because... I can't. If you want me to reschedule, the Judge is offering us a guaranteed win if we postpone. Well, ninety percent. Nothing is guaranteed in court."

"If we do it today?"

"The odds drop. Eighty percent, maybe seventy-five."

"I don't know Alex. I can't afford to lose. I also can't keep coming here. This is affecting my new job. It's just never ending. I want this over with so badly."

"The reason this is never ending is the counsel across from us. She's been playing you, and using Cassie's pregnancy as a tactic. She thought she'd get some first-year lawyer as a replacement. Instead she got me. Do you trust me... because I'm playing poker with a marginal hand right now."

"But you're the better player, aren't you?" she grinned.

"In more ways than one," he replied, trying to build up her confidence while stroking his own ego.

Sighing, she nodded. "Do it. End this, please."

"Alex?" the judge finally asked, having been patient to that point. Which was the first salvo he used to his gain.

"Thank you, your honor. That won't be necessary. It appears to me that this case has been before you too many times already. I don't think it's prudent to keep wasting your time."

"I appreciate that, counselor. However, I should remind you that my ruling will be final, so please take that into account."

"I'm good, your honor. I know we put this off once so Miss Stafford could have an ultrasound. I'm unclear as to why opposing counsel had to delay three times. This case doesn't look that complicated upon reading the file. Let's do this so my client can get on with her career."

"Very well. I'll entertain opening arguments. Miss Davenport?"

"Yes, thank you, your honor. I'd like to start by congratulating Miss Staff..."

"Excuse me, your honor," Alex said as he stood, opening his briefcase. It was a well-honed tactic of his own, used at precisely the right time. Ashley was about to use the birth of Cassie's baby to score some points of her own. He'd anticipated that and cut her off in the midst of trying to get

that

as part of the record... at least in the eyes of the judge. He had other ideas. "I apologize for interrupting, but if I may, before you open up to this phase, may I remind the court of a request for discovery we filed on Monday."

"Yes, Mr. Edwards. Go ahead."

"Well, I'm a little unsure of how this got overlooked by the plaintiffs," he said as he pulled out a piece of paper, holding it up as if it were the actual email he'd been waiting on.

"And that is?"

"It's an email. Miss Swanson is accused of tampering with a client of the plaintiff regarding her non-compete. There exists an email to the plaintiffs from that client, and it states..."

"Objection, your honor!" Ashley barked out in flash of panic. She'd picked up a document off of a pile, gripping it tightly. She was told by her firm that she was safe to proceed because they'd confirmed the email wasn't in anyone else's possession yet.

Judge Austin asked, "On what grounds?"

"Relevance."

"I believe he was just getting to that, right counselor?"

"Yes, you honor," Alex smiled.

"Overruled, then. Proceed."

"Certainly. Before I do... I'd like to address opposition counsel. May we approach the bench?"

"Yes. Approach."

The two lawyers made their way to the front of the court. He strode confidently, conveniently leaving the paper he'd held on the table next to his briefcase. Ashley was visibly shaken, and tenuously walking with her document still in her hand.

"What's going on, Alex?" the judge asked, switching off his microphone as he leaned forward.

"I'm sure Ashley... it's Ashley, right?"

"Yes," she replied, knowing she couldn't make a scene about having already met.

"Right. Anyway, I'm sure Ashley is fully aware that our attempt to get the email directly from the server in Maryland was unsuccessful."

"She's not on this email, Alex. It's directly from the client to Mr. Patterson."

"I'm aware. May I see it?"