She turned fully, facing him. The silhouette of her body against the city lights was a masterpiece of curves—the impossible hourglass, the heavy breasts, the flat stomach, the powerful thighs. She reached behind her back, and with a flick of her fingers, the bra loosened. The straps slid down her shoulders.
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The Judge stood up slowly, his chair rolling back. He walked toward her, no longer the detached arbiter of the law, but a man. He stopped a foot away. His hand trembled slightly as he reached out, not to touch, but to gently take the falling bra from her hands. He tossed it onto a chair. BigTitsAtWork-Nikki-Benz-ZZ-Courthouse-Part-Two
Nikki smiled, a slow, confident curve of her lips. She ran a hand through her long, dark, wavy hair, letting the gesture draw his eye. “I believe in being thorough, Your Honor.”
She leaned over him, placing one hand on each armrest of his chair, caging him in. The creamy swells of her breasts were inches from his face. “The prosecution’s key witness is a liar. I can prove it. But I need one more day to file the affidavit. You can grant me that, Your Honor. Or…” She turned fully, facing him
“I’ll need a guarantee,” she whispered, stepping into his space until her bare chest brushed against his wool suit. The sensation was electric.
Nikki, still in her impeccably tailored charcoal pinstripe blazer and a white silk blouse unbuttoned one button further than regulation strictly allowed, closed the heavy oak door behind her. The click of the lock was a punctuation mark, a full stop on the procedural world and the beginning of a more personal negotiation. The straps slid down her shoulders
Her breasts were free, full and proud, the large, dark areolas tight in the cool air. She didn’t flinch or cover herself. She owned the moment.