Legally Blonde

Legally Blonde

I can’t believe I had it again. It was so damn vivid. This time it was a different ending. I quietly and smoothly pulled the covers off, sat on the edge of the bed and headed to the bathroom. I closed and locked the door. Lights on, I stood in front of the mirror. There it was, a fricking wet spot on my pajamas bottoms. You are kidding me. The last time I had a wet dream was 30 years ago.

What a dream. It is the same thing over and over again for the last two months. She is kneeling in front me, my erection in her mouth, cut to her on top of me working up and down, breasts tantalizingly just outside of my reach, cut to me on top of her, face framed by her abundant blonde hair, cut to her between my legs, stroking me, leaning in and kissing the head. The dream always ended there. I would wake with a hard on. This time the dream kiss triggers a shot of cum. I came in my pajamas! So embarrassing.

I thought why is it different this time? No sex with June for a whole month which was very unusual?

The blonde? We didn’t do anything different. I shouldn’t have a wet dream over her this time. Her face always fuzzed out like the news shows do.

After the dreams, I always felt dirty and disgusted. Even though June was blonde, it couldn’t be her. She played sex pretty straight – maybe my dream was that she changed her mind? I don’t know, it doesn’t feel right.

I was close to my wake up alarm time, I returned to the bed to turn it off before it went off. June was sleeping soundly. She is so beautiful. I hope the dream was about her. I love her so.

Back in the bathroom I inspected the inside of my pajamas. It was cum for sure. I laughed out loud. Brought back memories of using one my socks to catch my 13 year old masturbation messes. Mom did the wash, I always wondered if she knew.

Jump into the shower and focus on the upcoming day. A full docket of pro bono cases. June questioned why I dedicated one or two days a week to free work when I could be billing. I never said this to her, but we didn’t need the money. Plus, these people needed my help. She had a lucrative family law practice. She has juicy, high profile divorce cases. Pretty much wins every case. Success breeds more clients.

She was a study of contrasts, the sweetest Mom Jasmine could ask for. The toughest bitch of an attorney that a female client could ask for. Her reputation for ruthlessness to support her clients made opposing attorneys, especially male attorneys, cave into her divorce decree demands. Impressive. Hope I never am on the receiving end of that furor.

Full battle gear for the courtroom. Expensive blue suit, bright white shirt, blue tie with matching pocket square. Polished dress shoes. Expensive leather pouch for laptop and papers. My pro bono clients need to know that it was no schmuck defending them. I needed them to know, I had their back, that someone cared for them, someone who they never envisioned would represent them. A high power, criminal defense attorney.

Over the years, I learned that no contest plea agreements are usually the best deal for my clients. More often than not, they were clearly guilty. Achieving a reduced sentence was the best deal they could get. Many were not happy until I explained how bad it could be. They turned happy along with their families. I became a rock star pro bono public defender. It felt good. Word spread. Defendants asked for me.

i was fine with that, it just made it tougher to pay attention to every case. I recruited several law students to help. It worked. Mostly females interested gaining experience. The majority of the males viewed it as a waste of time. Never tried anything with what lawyers called my harem. Not that at least one tried to seduce me. I let her down easy. We kept up with the load.

Today, the majority of the cases were arraignment for the entering the plea. I lost count, somewhere around thirty. My team has prepared the docs for me to use for the plea, to avoid jail and determine the minimum bail. If a client couldn’t make bail, I have outside resources to help them, expensive, but kept them on the streets.

I had one case though that my team recommended an innocent plea. Reading the police report, I was astonished. It read as guilty, guilt, guilty. She took a hammer and cracked open her boy friends skull. He had been cheating on her. Reading through the teams summary and recommendation based on new evidence, I could see why we would plead innocent. Nice work team.

Judges are alway so imposing and intimidating up above the court room floor. The honorable Ingrid Tyson asked ‘Hammer’ Evie how she would plea.

‘Innocent your honor.’

The judge looked shocked. So did the prosecution.

‘Plea of innocent entered. Court is in recess for 30 minutes. Counselors join me in my chambers.’

‘Close the door gentlemen and have a seat.’

She sat at the end of table, her legs up and resting on the edge of the mahogany table. Her robe riding up to her knees.

‘I don’t get it. Counselor, this is a clear cut case. What are you thinking?’

‘Your honor, we have evidence to present, that proves her innocence.’

‘Really? Can you share?’

‘The only thing I can say its that we have a witness.’

‘OK. Jim, can you please leave? I have another issue to discuss with Colin.’

He left.

‘Can you come over tonight?’ Ingrid asked.

‘i wish I could. But Jazz is coming home tonight. She was accepted to her top school choice. We are going out to celebrate.’

‘Didn’t she graduate last week? She is just coming home now?’

‘Yep, she had to say her good-byes, pack, make the drive.’

‘Which law school?’

‘Harvard. She is ambitious. Corporate law is her goal.’

‘Clearly that came from June. None of your blood, but you are a hard charger. I won’t be seeing Jazz in my criminal courtroom then. I would help her out if she did.’

June’s reputation was well know across the law community.

‘How is your son doing? Did he find a job?’

‘Yes he did. His majored in Aerospace Engineering from MIT. All the big name aerospace companies offered him jobs … except for SpaceX. He pursued SpaceX, he wanted to know why they were not interested. It paid off, he got an interview with Elon Musk himself! He only does that for applicants who graduated at the top of their class and showed some spunk. They had to show they really wanted the job.’

‘Well obviously, he got all his smarts from your ex!’

‘Stop it, What a mouth! I can think of a better use for it.’

‘I should have called a longer recess. We could have done something right now.’

‘Your honor, may I be excused to meet with my next clients?’

‘Sure. Do you want to win the hammer case? If you do, we need to get together soon … and often. You have been neglecting me.’

She was insatiable. I thought I had a strong sex drive. It is hard to keep up with her. Maybe she is the woman in my dream, another beautiful blonde. She would get a kick out of the wet dream for sure.

I gave Ingrid a kiss and said, ‘I do want to win the hammer case although we do have proof that there was extenuating circumstances, but that won’t stop me from getting together way too often.’

Yes, huge advantage for my clients that I was fucking their judge. My win rate of getting the plea and reduced sentences astonished the other pro bono attorney’s. One female attorney in particular spread the theory I was fucking the judge. Pure speculation on her part. I just had to be careful. Ingrid and I were discreet. Unless a private dick tailed me, there would be no proof. We are pretty smart and savvy having our affair.

If we were caught, both careers would be in jeopardy. She was elected, so there might be pressure to resign, but knowing her, she should would not. She could be sanctioned, but probably not. She consistently has the highest volume of cases and manages it well. Who could replace her without a significant drop off?

Me, probably a divorce. For some clients it would not bother them at all. Others, a big deal. Some sorry, that their case wasn’t decided before we were discovered. They see the advantage.

I worry about how it would effect Jazz and Harvard. It might be catastrophic for her, with the shit rolling down hill to me.

We just can’t get caught.

***

Jazz is her own woman. She is so independent, so low key. She was a joiner in high school and college. She had her sights on Harvard Law since high school. she did the research to determine what it takes to be accepted there. They receive hundreds of applicants, almost all graduating Summa Cum Laude with perfect GPAs and top of their classes. All with a portfolio of references. She had all that too.

But Harvard looks for more than academic, Jazz delivered on that. Starting in High School she was class president. She was on the dance team, band, led the debate team and of all things was in every musical or play, but not always the lead. Her day started at 5 AM and ended at midnight. I get worn out just thinking of it. Graduated with above 4.0 GPA due to taking all the advance college level classes she could.

Roll into Stanford. Graduated in 3 and half years. Debate team again, they were national champs, class president, leader of the law club. She amped up her community service, serving breakfast every Sunday morning at a homeless kitchen. Visited retirement communities with her guitar, singing whatever they requested. Trained up her dog to be a comfort dog for visits to the critically ill at hospitals.

And she was beautiful. Five foot ten, slim and trim with a large bosom that she kept under wraps. He blonde hair was always in the latest popular style. Her eyes were the best part of her looks, They were a piercing blue that I got lost in amongst others.

Ingrid was right, Jazz got her drive from June. i have only been around for four years. June caught her husband cheating and nailed him to the wall. Not only did she take him to the cleaners she followed it with a disassembly plant. Felt sorry for him.

Big driver not to get caught with Ingrid. This was my first marriage, so I had all my sizable assets. The disassembly plant was not a pretty thought.