"Objection, your honor! Counsel is badgering the witness!"
"Excuse me?"
"I object to the line of questioning being used by the prosecution, your honor."
"Yes, of course. The objection is, um... the objection is sustained."
Judge Martha Modell didn't like being distracted, but that's exactly what had just happened. Instead of concentrating on the prosecutor's line of questioning, her attention had suddenly been switched to eyeing the gorgeous young blonde woman in the short plaid skirt who had just entered her courtroom and taken a seat in the front row to the judge's left.
The 51-year old female magistrate had been serving on the bench now for over a dozen years, but even now, pretty young women wearing short skirts were a weakness she willingly enjoyed, dating back to her days as an attorney, when attractive young female witnesses occasionally left her somewhat tongue-tied, despite her best efforts to never show it.
As her court recessed for lunch just a few moments later, the judge motioned to her bailiff. "Ask that blonde woman in the red blouse if she'd please meet me in my chambers."
"Yes, of course, Judge Modell."
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"What is your name, my dear?"
"Mandi Adams, your honor," the girl replied, with a quick curtsy of sorts.
The blonde's voice had a musical ring to it that perfectly matched the girl's beautiful face, with that lovely, kissable mouth, tiny nose, and bright blue eyes.
"How old are you, Mandi?"
"I turned nineteen just last month," was the girl's reply.
"I've asked you to meet with me here in my chambers because I've noticed you several times in my courtroom this past week, and I was curious as to your interest in these particular cases."
"Have I done something wrong, ma'am?"
"Absolutely not, my dear," the judge responded, smiling warmly. "It's just that not everyday do I see a stunningly beautiful young woman like yourself in my courtroom, and I wanted to meet you."
The girl blushed, looking exceedingly pretty as she did so. "Thank you, your honor," she said with a dazzling smile. "You see, I'm... I'm kind of studying the law."
"You're a law student?"
"Well, no, not exactly. I'm taking a course at the community college so that I can someday become a paralegal."
"Is that right?"
"Yes, ma'am, your honor. I just find the law fascinating, and I wanted to learn more, so here I am."
"Well, Mandi, I think that's wonderful. And you're such a very pretty girl!"
The girl blushed again. "Thank you, your honor."
"Perhaps you'd like me to assist you?" The judge asked softly, her eyes travelling over the pretty girl's slender young body as she spoke, taking in Mandi's pert figure and long legs, the judge licking her lips while mentally undressing the pretty young thing standing nervously before her. "I've always enjoyed helping young people better understand our legal system."
Especially beautiful young women with gorgeous bodies and lovely long legs!
"Oh, that would be wonderful, your honor," Mandi gushed. "But I'm sure your time is way too valuable to spend with someone like myself."
"Nonsense, my dear. Perhaps you can come by my house after we recess for the day and you and I can talk further?"
"Yes... yes, thank you, ma'am. I'd love that! Thank you so much!"
"Then it's settled. Be at my house at seven. Here's my address..."
"What should I wear, your honor?"
"I like that outfit you've got on right now," the judge said, again licking her lips. "Turn around and let me look at you!"
"My skirt is kind of short," the girl offered apologetically, as she performed a slow turn for the female justice's perusal. "I've kind of got 'a thing' for plaid schoolgirl skirts, you could say."
"And I'm glad you do. Your legs are quite lovely!"
"Thank you!"
The judge continued ogling the girl's lovely, wiggling behind as Mandi made her way out the door.
"My night has suddenly gotten so much better," she said to herself with a laugh.
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When Mandi showed up promptly at seven, the judge was waiting, wearing a comfortable pair of slacks with a stylish silk blouse. Judge Modell was pleased to see that the pretty girl was still dressed in her short schoolgirl skirt, showing off those incredibly gorgeous legs.
"You have a lovely home, your honor," the girl observed, taking in the luxurious furnishings. "This is all so nice!"
"Why, thank you, my dear. Come into the living room and have a seat."
The older woman smiled warmly as her young visitor sat down on the couch across from her and crossed her lovely legs, her short plaid skirt hiking up ever so slightly. The judge couldn't help but once again lick her lips in appreciation as she stared at Mandi's legs.
"Is there something wrong?" the pretty girl asked, as she ineffectively pulled down on her hemline, aware of the older woman's ardent stare at her bare legs.
"Not at all. You look just fine," the judge assured her. "Now tell me all about yourself, my dear, starting with what do you do and where you live?"
"Well, that's all kind of up in the air right now," the girl replied. "Currently I'm staying with a girlfriend and looking for a new place, but first I need to find a job to pay the bills."
"What kind of a job?"
"Well, I was hoping that some lawyer might hire me as an assistant, which is why I'm trying to learn how to be a paralegal."
"And what are your plans until then?"
"Well," the girl answered, shyly, "my friend Jennifer suggested I could probably get a job dancing at one of those 'Gentlemen's Clubs,' which she says pay a lot of money."
"You mean like becoming a stripper?" The girl was definitely pretty enough.
"Well, that's not exactly the way they described it... Jennifer says it's a lot classier than simply taking off your clothes for money. She says it's like an art-form." The girl was clearly uncomfortable where this was going.
"Your friend Jennifer may be right about the money being good, but is dancing naked something you'd should really be considering?"
