I'm Bryan Van Pelt. At the start of this tale I was a 27 year old single guy who was an associate attorney with an intellectual property law firm. I probably had average sexual experiences for someone my age and situation except that I didn't have a romantic relationship that lasted more than six months. I don't really know why that is, although each of my family members and close friends had their own theory about it ranging from me being too intolerant and picky, dating the wrong type of women, being too indecisive, and everything in-between. I thought it was just because I hadn't met the right woman.
While I had never actually dated one, if I was honest with myself I had a predilection for redheads. However, redheads are few and far between, being only about one - two percent of the population in the US. Since I'm definitely heterosexual that means between one half of one percent and one percent of the people I could expect to encounter would be redheads. Then taking into account age, marital status, and physical and personality attractiveness -- well, let's just say the probability of me having met, or in the future meeting, the right redhead was miniscule.
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THE "CLIENT"
The city that I practiced law in has a shortage of funds for the public defender's office meaning that all members of the bar are eligible to be assigned one pro bono criminal case a year. An attorney who was assigned a case could pass it off to another attorney, and of course senior partners in law firms did just that. So it came to be that when Harlan Hartson, one of the name partners of the law firm that I worked for, was assigned a criminal case guess who ended up handling it?
At least Harlan was nice about it when he said "Bryan I've been very impressed with your work. That patent trial that you were second chair on last year came out beautifully, and the copyright trial that you conducted yourself earlier this year was a real winner. I'm going to give you a chance to get even more trial experience by assigning you a pro bono criminal case that the firm has been tasked to handle. I'm looking forward to you doing a great job on it since the Judge who assigned us the case is someone who we appear before often and I'm sure that she will take a personal interest in it."
"Uh...great Mr. Hartson," I responded.
"Oh please call me Harlan," he replied putting his arm around me as he led me out of his office, the first time he'd ever said that. "Get the file from Joyce," his personal paralegal, "and let me know if you have any issues." The way he said the final statement made it clear that the last thing I should do is to ever mention the case to him again unless it was to report a favorable outcome.
My "client" was Juliet Porter. Juliet was a 24 year old High School graduate who was married -- at least for now -- to Bob Porter. Bob was an underachiever as far as a worker was concerned but was very good-looking and ostensibly a real charmer. Apparently he was also a player since Juliet caught him with a lover in their apartment and sent the woman he was fucking to the hospital and even bloodied Bob's nose. The "victim," Constance Danner, was pressing charges, and being unable to make bail Juliet was in the clink.
When I went to see Juliet in jail on a Friday I couldn't fucking believe it! Despite the fact that she had a tattered orange jumpsuit on she was spectacular-looking. She had shoulder length strawberry colored hair and a few freckles on her face, which face -- like Helen of Troy's -- could have launched a thousand ships. While her jumpsuit was about the least attractive clothing possible you could still see that she had a shapely body, and her jail intake form listed her as five six and ⅛, 122 ¾ pounds, for my tastes completely consistent with a nice body.
After I recovered from how blown away I was by her appearance I tried to treat her just like I would a client applying for a patent or trademark registration. Her voice and manner were sultry and provocative, but it was clear that she was also tough as nails -- as if the file photos of the damage she did to Constance Danner (who outweighed her by twenty pounds) and her husband's nose didn't already demonstrate that.
By the end of the interview despite her rough edges I was smitten by Juliet Porter. I was motivated to first get her out of jail on bond, and secondly to get her completely off, or at least a good deal.
That weekend I worked tirelessly getting her a place to stay if she got out on bond and to get an appointment with the assistant DA handling her case. I was successful in getting her a place to stay at a building called the "Community Service Center," which had about a dozen rooms, and board while doing community service work. After talking to the assistant DA on Monday I also got an agreement for Juliet to be released via an unusual experimental procedure in our particular jurisdiction, commonly called a "Vouch For" (its formal name is a Criminal Local Rules Section 215(b) release). In a "Vouch For" a respected member of the community guarantees that the incarcerated person will appear at trial.
The person providing the Vouch For was a guy named Bryan Van Pelt.
Needless to say Juliet was very pleased with getting out of jail the next day, and found the arrangements at the Community Service Center where she would be staying -- and where I had her belongings transferred to after enlisting Bob's cooperation by threatening to file a lawsuit against him for a bogus tort that I made up. Since Juliet had been fired from her job as a receptionist at a construction firm she wouldn't be bringing in any money but at least and room and board.
I worked hard on Juliet's case including by personally footing the bill to sic a private investigator on the "victim," Constance Danner. For one reason or another I made arrangements to meet with Juliet an average of three times a week -- the frequent meetings were necessary since this was a really complicated case wasn't it? probably more complicated than a patent infringement trial for a brain surgery technique, or computer controls for a spacecraft, wouldn't you say?
Putting the PI on Danner worked out beautifully. I found out that she had a conviction for check kiting, and with Bob's help was now running a con on a local bank-- although I think that Bob was an unwitting participant. Anyway, I brought the information to Bob, told him that whether he claimed innocence or not that he would probably be arrested and might even be convicted, and that Danner certainly would be. If they dropped the charges against Juliet and immediately terminated the con I wouldn't turn them in. I gave him 24 hours to make a decision.
Twenty hours later, on a Monday, Bob and Danner dropped the charges and Danner left the state so that she couldn't continue the con. That afternoon I filed for emergency dismissal of Juliet's case and even though the assistant DA didn't particularly like it, she didn't put up much of a fight. When on Tuesday morning we went before the Judge who had assigned Harlan the case I made an impassioned plea that not only should the case be dismissed but that Juliet's arrest record should be expunged. With a sly smile on her face the Judge granted the dismissal and my request, although with the proviso -- which Juliet had agreed to -- that since Juliet contracted to provide 50 hours of community service for every week that she was in the Community Service Center and since she still had 61 hours to go that she would finish out her time there until she completed the 61 hours.
I gave Juliet cab fare and told her to come up to my office once the paperwork for her release was completed (which would take about an hour) and that I'd take her to lunch to celebrate.
When Juliet came up to my office she slyly closed the door and in her silky smooth provocative voice said "You really worked hard for me, Bryan, even paying for the PI. No one else could have gotten me off like you did. Why don't you take me to a resort this weekend and I'll get you off!" With that she unbuttoned her blouse and displayed a pair of what I concluded were C-cup east-west tits with puffy nipples.
