Author's Note
: Although Part 1 has been published, Part 2 should have been published at the same time. Part 1 has been 'improved' a tad as I added Part 2 to it. Parts 3, 4, & 5 are being published simultaneously.
I hope you enjoy.
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She was ready. No, scratch that; Jessie was hornier than.... well, she couldn't remember the last time she was this wanton. For years, she rode the wave of erotic pleasures with whomever she fancied, whenever she fancied. But for these last three weeks, her only outlet was self- pleasure.
Why the sudden change? Her name was Angela Mendez, a city court judge that slapped a two-month house confinement on Jessie. For what you ask? For a string of unpaid parking tickets, a moving violation, and an attitude.
It seems Jessie's demeanor toward things didn't align with Judge Mendez's view of things.
Jessie was pulled over for making a 'California' stop at an intersection. She WAS in a hurry as she was already late for an appointment. Nothing was coming her way, so she coasted into the turn. She saw the police car when it was too late.
She pulled over the moment she saw the lights, hoping it may speed things up a bit. But the cop was taking his good old time. He seemed to be in no hurry to get out of his car. He was just sitting there. This was really irritating her.
What she didn't realize was the officer was running a check on her license plate, and the system was blowing up with unpaid ticket after unpaid ticket. When he approached the driver's window of Jessie's car, she was in no mood for the routine, "Do you know why I pulled you over?"
She is still kicking herself for saying, "Because you're an asshole?"
Three hours later, she was released from the local precinct station with a moving violation, a claim check to get her car from the towing company; and a summons for a court date with a Judge Mendez for the parking ticket issue. Getting her car cost $150 on top of the of the Uber, and she missed her appointment, which was sure to cause an issue with her boss.
Jumping forward 10 days.... Jessie was standing in front of Judge Angela Mendez. Maybe it was the way she peered down at her, but she reminded Jess of a pompous bitch. Things got bad in a hurry.
"How do you ignore ticket after ticket? You have citations that are over two years old?" She was fuming.
When Jessie said, in a somewhat sarcastic manner, "I thought they just went away after a year," Mendez exploded.
"You thought...you really thought? I don't think so. I order you to pay all the outstanding tickets, their penalties, along with your current moving violation before leaving court today."
The coup de grΓ’ce came when Jess mumbled, "Jesus Christ."
Mendez jumped out of her chair and nearly over the bench as she screamed, "And I order 60 days of Home Confinement for use of profanity in MY courtroom. Maybe that will help you change your attitude young lady. Bailiff, make sure she gets an ankle bracelet and explain the rules. I'm done with her."
The Judge pounded the gavel and stormed out of the court room.
That was three weeks ago, and Jessie was no more a changed woman than the Pope was ready to convert religions. She was able to go to work and do weekly grocery shopping, but every move she made was monitored. She was not allowed any social time outside of her house, or any visitors.
She was going nuts.
Jess was able to communicate with two of her friends clandestinely: Nicoleβher best friend, and Richard---her dinner club partner. They were the ones who knew how to avoid the trackable social outlets. Both Nicole and Richard were into kink, so Jessie could openly tell them how horny she was.
Ironically, Jessie's home confinement slammed the door on Richard's sexual pleasure as well.
Although they were not partners in the traditional sense, Jessie was Richard's exclusive controlling partner in all carnal endeavors. They had known each other for a couple of years. When they met, Richard was involved with Abigail, a mutual friend of Jessie's.
Quite often Jessie would stop at Abigail's apartment when Richard was there, and she was always welcomed to share the wine and delicacies he prepared for Abigail and himself. Jessie was a lover of good victuals and was an accomplished culinary artist as well. The three of them enjoyed one another socially, and more often than not, their conversation turned bawdyβespecially after a few glasses.
Richard always suspected there was more to Jessie's and Abigail's relationship from the way they looked at one another, how touchy-feely they were, and how their good-bye kisses lingered just a bit too long.
Abigail finally confirmed his suspicions, but in a most unique manner. It was to be a typical evening get together for them. As usual, Richard prepared a few items at his place and brought them to Abigail's, along with a few bottles of champagne.
Meanwhile.... Abigail had dressed provocatively. Her mind swam with erotic ideas about the evening. It started with the greeting she gave Richard at the front door. Her glossy lips engulfed him, leaving red streaks over his lips while her tongue invaded his mouth.
Breaking from her salacious hello, she looked into his eyes saying, "Tonight is going to be a special night in our relationship." A wicked smile formed on her lips as she stepped back from the entrance, allowing him to enter. This was the first real opportunity Richard had to drink in Abigail's total look.
Her eye makeup was a smoky blend of dark greys and fuchsia, making her blue eyes glimmer with lust. The gloss on her lips was a very bright red, providing extra intensity to her blonde hair. Abigail's outfit was stunning.
A cashmere sweater, golden-rod in color, clung and plunged seductively into Abigail's luscious breasts. Richard eyes caught the lacy top of her bra, an exact color match to her sweater. His head was filled with impure thoughts.
Abigail's skirt was jet black and pleated. It hugged her waist sensuously, looking spectacular in contrast to the tucked in sweater. The bottom of the skirt flared to mid-thigh where her long jet-black, nylon clad legs flowed sensually into black stiletto heels.