On Thursday, I returned to the courthouse for my first day as a file clerk in juvenile court. I wore my favorite low rise jean mini-skirt with lacy black tank top. As I approached the building I noticed an elderly man struggling to open the door, so I ran to hold it open.
âThank you, young lady.â
My mouth fell open as I realized this smiling man was the mean old judge who hated me. I watched him enter the door to the juvenile courtâs office and waited until he was gone. I then signed in for work and reported to my supervisor.
Mrs. Stoner introduced herself and showed me around the office. She introduced me to all of the staff and legal aids. I donât believe it was for the purpose of being friendly as much as making sure everyone knew who I was and why I was there. It was very humiliating, none, the less.
She showed me to the mailroom and gave me the pile of mail to distribute. Office to office I was free to roam about the building. If a judge didnât have their door closed, I was allowed to go straight inside and deliver their mail. I approached Judge Freemanâs office and it was ajar. I lightly knocked on it but heard no response. The judge had fallen asleep in his leather chair while reading some legal paper. Who could blame him?I placed his mail in his inbox and left.
Since court wasnât in session, I cut through the courthouse to reach the other. However, I couldnât help myself, I just had to see what it was like to sit in the judgeâs chair.
âShame on you for being with men and boys in the middle of the night. Shame on you for loving how it feels to have a dirty old man touch you where you shouldnât be touched,â as I pinched my nipples.
âYoung lady, you are bad, bad, bad. You have probation. You will be my slave. You bad little girl.â I giggled and raised my legs ontop of the desk.
âUh hmmm,â I heard someone from behind. âDo you aspire to be part of the judicial system one day young lady?â
I was completely dumbfounded. âUh uhâŚâ
He stumbled past me to retrieve the reading glasses he left on the desk. I slid past him and looked down on the floor trying not to smile. I then ran out the door and finished my mail delivery without incident.
After my shift, I ran to the badge office to say hi to Mr. Washington. He was already locking up when I reached his office.
âHi Mr. Washington.â
âWell, if it isnât badge #304, my favorite number.â
âHow was your first day?â
âBoring.â
âWell, itâs usually not as exciting as last week was now. That was a special day for Mr. Washington. I love to look at your little picture sometimes. I should have taken more but they were for the badge. As pretty as you are you should be a model?â
âReally? I love having my pictures taken. Modeling would be ok I guess. Modeling for you though would be sweet.â
â One day you come in and Mr. Washington will some fine pictures with 304 ok, baby?â
âWhat kind of pictures Mr. Washington?â she whispered and smiled.
âWeâll see. Next time. Come on young lady, Iâll walk you to the bus.â
Today was the day Mr. Washington promised to take pictures of me. I wonder what kinds of things weâll do together? Will he only take pictures of me or will he be in them too? I hope it will be both of us. I ran passed the long line to his office as soon as I got off the bus. Although I was all hyper and excited, Mr. Washingtonâs professional composure made me want to crack up. â5:00?â I whispered?
âNo actually 4:00. I arranged with Juvenile to have you help here the final hour. OK young lady.â
âCool, bye see ya at 4:00.â
I rushed through my list of things to do. After delivering the mail and making copies, I was summoned to Judge Freemanâs office.
âYoung lady, could you kindly return the pile of books on the floor into the wall? Iâm afraid I am unable to climb up the ladder. They are numbered by year and volume. I can help you.â
âYes sir.âThey were all state law books that looked like encyclopedias.
The judge handed me the books and steadied the ladder as I placed them in their proper order. It was a short five-foot ladder and I was not that far above the old man since he stood 6-4 so I didnât feel too funny about him looking up my skirt, until I had to reach to the top level for the final book. I climbed the final two rungs on the ladder and reached up to the top level where the book left the space. I turned around and as I began to climb down I froze as I realized I was most to the ceiling.
As I looked down at Judgeâs baldhead, I started to panic. I sat on the rung and Judge looked up at me.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âI canât move. Yes you can. Just move your feet down to me. Iâll place it on the ladder.â
âIâm scared.â
âFirst of all, you need to turn around. You canât climb down a ladder facing forward.Turn around. Iâm right here.â
Tears began to stream down my face as I attempted to release the grip my hands had around the sides of the ladder. I felt the judgeâs strong hand grab my ankle.â
âRelax your ankle, hun. Come on. Now scoot down the ladder and Iâll place your feet on the rung.â
Judge Freeman gasped as he placed my left foot on the rung. He had a clear view up my skirt and was able to see my ass as well as my pussy lips since I didnât wear underwear for Mr. Washington. He looked away and I was able to climb down the rest of the way. Both of us were out of breath after I reached floor level.
âSir, are you ok?â
âYes, of course. Of course.â
âJudge Freeman you were so strong and smart. Thank you for helping me down the ladder. I reached over and hugged him. You made me feel very safe.â
He melted and sighed during my hug. And held me tight against his chest. His hand wiped the tears from my face and I lightly kissed his cheek.
âThank you, I whispered.â
Since he didnât refuse my kiss, I kissed him again and this time he closed his eyes and enjoyed my shower of kisses. I leaned into his burly chest and nuzzled his neck and kissed on his chest.