Angie Mueller stared in the mirror as she drew a shuddering nervous breath. She was due in court in about two minutes and she wasn't really sure she could do it. She'd only been with the firm a week when Mr Doppler had started forcing her to give him blow jobs, and she hadn't imagined that telling the HR Manager what was going on would end with her giving evidence against a senior partner in court. By the end of the day either she or Mr Doppler were walking out jobless, him with a criminal record perhaps.
The only saving grace in the whole mess was the prosecutor. Just the thought of Jenny Cutler made Angie lick her lips. The woman looked incredible in a suit, all curves and professionalism, with killer legs and an amazing ass. She was of average height in those heels so she must be fairly short out of them, Angie imagined. Jenny had a long thick wavy mane of dark brown hair with that auburn sheen Angie loved, and wore it differently every day, sometimes up in a French twist, sometimes in a simple ponytail, or sometimes loose over her shoulders like today. Angie guessed she must be in her early thirties, a little older than she.
Angie was totally smitten with Jenny's eyes. They were big, with gorgeous dark grey irises and luscious long dark lashes, and the whitest whites. Every time Jenny looked into her eyes, Angie melted. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt her pussy burn and start to salivate like a hungry puppy. Angie could just get lost in those eyes, and she was forced to let her gaze drop every time, down Jenny's chest, over her suit-clad breasts and belly, to the floor.
"Angie? You ready, honey?" Angie jumped as the door cracked open and Jenny's beautiful head slid through the gap. Angie's eyes met hers in the mirror and a beat passes as they simply look at one another, while Angie's cunt stirs.
Jenny is always amazed by how Angie makes her feel. Just being in her presence makes Jenny's heart beat out of control. Angie was stunning, slim in that fit way runners look, with an angel's face, big green eyes, a full pouting mouth and the smoothest honey-coloured skin. That long long dark red hair falling in cascading ringlets down her back, smelling like fresh flowers always made Jenny breathe deeply as Angie walked past. Jenny could see how Angie had been a professional model for a few years.
"Um, I guess so," Angie murmurs nervously, smoothing her tailored steel grey skirt suit. The deep rich blue shirt set off her hair, her eyes, her skin. She looks at Jenny in the mirror for another long pause, feeling her tight cunt flooding her blue satin g string and inwardly groaning hoping it wouldn't seep through onto her skirt when she sat in the witness box!
"Let's get it over with," Angie sighs to herself, eyes locking with Jenny's briefly as she slips past her into the corridor, each woman clenching her fists as the scent of the other's body and perfume fills her nostrils. Jenny takes a deep, steadying breath as she follows Angie up the corridor, eyes on Angie's swinging ass and shapely calves.
"Angie, just take a seat here outside court and when we're ready for you the court officer will come and get you, OK?" Angie slides onto the hard bench, crossing her long legs and leaning back against the wooden wall, nodding slightly. Her lips form an exquisite 'O' as she blows out, trying to get rid of her nerves, and Jenny squeezes her shoulder, trying to reassure her, but only sending a thrill of electricity through both their bodies.
Jenny disappears into the courtroom, and Angie waits anxiously for what seems like ages. The quiet of the corridor is broken when the court door pushes open and the funny little court officer comes out, saying in a heavy Russian accent, "Angelica Mueller?" Angie jumps up, smoothing her tight skirt down over her thighs, and follows him in.
Angie feels all eyes on her as she moves up the middle of the court, her model's body easily slipping into catwalk mode, sashaying with her head up and shoulders back. She knows everyone is looking, and she doesn't want to give that bastard any idea how nervous she is. She swears her oath quietly and confidently, amazed her voice doesn't sound as she feels.
After Angie sits down, Jenny remains speechless a long while, prompting the judge to say, "Ms Cutler? Would you like to begin?" Jenny visibly breaks eye contact with Angie and says, "Ah, yes Your Honour. My apologies. Ms Mueller would you state your full name and address for the court please."
As Jenny leads Angie through her evidence, she inwardly battles her deep attraction for the woman sitting in the witness box. Stay focused, she keeps repeating silently.
"So, Ms Mueller, would you describe the first time the accused, Mr Doppler, behaved inappropriately towards you?"
"Yes," Angie says, her voice faltering for the first time. "I'd been working at the firm for one week, and I was walking down the corridor to the photocopy room, when I saw Mr Doppler walking towards me. I knew who he was, I mean, he was one of the partners so everyone knew who he was. As I walked past him he grabbed my arm and said, "Mmmmmm, you're new, aren't you? I definitely haven't seen you here before. Are you Tim's new para-legal?"
"I said, "Yes, sir, I've only been here a week." Then I tried to keep walking, but he just held onto my arm. He was looking my body over, then he put his hand on my back and slid it down til he cupped my buttocks. He just held his hand there for a while. I was frozen to the spot with shock. Then he let me go and said, "We'll have to get to know each other much better later," winked at me and left."
Jenny licks her dry lips, trying to banish the image of anyone cupping Angie's firm round ass. "And the next occasion?"
"Um, that would have been two or three days later. Mr Doppler called me into his office, saying he had to welcome me officially. I was nervous going in but didn't think I had much of a choice since he could fire me if he wanted. When I went in, he stood up and told me to come in. I sat down in a chair opposite his desk and he stood right next to me. My face was level with his crotch, and I could see he had an, um...." Angie looks to Jenny helplessly, not wanting to continue.
"Go on, Ms Mueller," Jenny says as gently as possible.
"Well, he had an erection." A hot blush immediately creeps into Angie's cheeks and Jenny can't help but sigh at the sight. "Mr Doppler said he has always had a special relationship with the para-legals in his firm and that I should be no different. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled his, um, his penis out. It was hard and he rubbed it on my face."
Jenny could see that Angie was uncomfortable but knew she had to push her. "Please go on Ms Mueller. I know this is difficult for you." Jenny's eyes are heavy with a lust she can barely contain, feeling her cunt swollen and hot in her panties, hearing Angie describing Doppler's assault, knowing it is terrible, but unable to stop herself getting turned on by it.
"Well he put his hands on either side of my head, grabbing my hair, and he pushed his penis into my mouth. I tried to pull back and get up but he just laughed and held me down harder. I tried to cry out but his penis was in my mouth and I started to choke." Angie feels a tear slide down her face as the shame washes over her. She can't believe she has to tell the whole world what he did to her.
Jenny just waits, knowing these emotional pauses are gold to the jury, who all sit with mouths slightly open and thighs firmly crossed. Angie takes a big shuddering breath. "He held my head still and just thrust his penis in and out of my mouth for what seemed like ages. I was choking the whole time and struggling to breathe but he didn't stop. After a while I felt him ejaculate in my mouth. I gagged harder and he pulled his penis out and semen went all over my face and the front of my shirt. I was sobbing and he just laughed and got a tissue. He wiped his penis clean and zipped his pants up. Then he took a picture of me with a digital camera, saying he would add me to his collection. I just wiped my face and ran out of there."
