Chapter 24

For the duration of the trial, I was incarcerated in a makeshift jail in the basement of the courthouse building. It was a smart move and one that I was in total accord with, although I pretended it was all a supreme bore and another cross I had to bear considering my complete innocence with regard to the charges.

It came complete with a lavatory with proper supplies provided by my defense team.

The bed was a bit bare-bones being a locally purchased Army cot with a surplus air mattress that I was quite familiar with after my years in the military. At least, I didn’t have to blow it up as that was a major drawback at least in my eyes. Even the blankets were Army Issue reclaimed from some warehouse for surplus gear not needed in Korea because the war didn’t last that long.

Bottom-line was I was comfortable in familiar surroundings and happy as a pig in shit in my new temporary home.

Of course, they assigned a detail of four of the deputies to keep tabs on me and I was able to ask them to get me stuff like the odd hot dog or cup of coffee on their way on shift or off shift came around. The early morning shift was Roberto the Puerto Rican guard with lots of stories, mostly exaggerations that kept me entertained more than some silly television show with canned laughter. The evening shift was Carol the retired cop that had a face that would surely stop a clock. She was a reader and always had a book on her lap annoyed when I interrupted her with one of my silly questions. I harbored a suspicion that she was a closet carpet muncher but her personal life was her own business and I certainly was not one to throw any stones.

The night shift belonged to Deputy Angela, the pint-sized edition of Julie my favorite secretary. I silently labeled her “mini-Julie” because she was exactly like my pregnant employee with the difference that she was almost a foot shorter and in perfect proportion.

Angela was a bit on the shy side and that was unusual for her vocation because she had to interact with a lot of people that were always looking to make others a victim or something a whole lot worse.

Her uniform was custom made to enhance her enticing curves and she got a lot of attention from her horny peers on the job. I think she got off on this fact and sometimes would even push the limits on an open button on her blouse or posing in a bent-over way with her legs spread out nice and wide. I know she did it on purpose with me several times just to see my reaction and I didn’t disappoint her with my resultant hardness easily seen in my tented trousers. We had managed to reach a point in our contact to sit real close and I could smell her sweet female scent keeping me on the edge of my seat eager to reach out and grab some of her goodies but fearful of rejection. I suspected she knew my reaction and wanted to push the limits a bit more but was afraid to do so because she valued her job and didn’t want to do something against the regulations that might cause her to be fired.

Angela had told me that she had a full-time boyfriend called Ronald that was doing her nice and regular and she was enthusiastic about telling me about the length of his wonderful dick and what a great lover he was whenever she wanted it.

As her stories got more interesting from my point of view, I could see her breasts rising and falling and her revealing nipples hardening with every detail.

I finally got to the point that I was able to convince her to feel my dick and compare me to her Ronald and inform me if I measured up to his ability to satisfy.

I watched her open up her blouse and pull out one of her breasts and start to massage it with her free hand as she clasped my shaft with serious intent and started to stroke me with measured slowness.

I could hear her whimpers of pleasure as she squeezed her hard nipple and her grip on my rock-hard cock was tight and suddenly wet with my pre-cum. I reached out with my palm and cupped her sweet cheeks feeling the bouncy firmness of her twin moons of paradise.

Slowly, I slid my fingers down to investigate her little nest and discovered that she was hiding a puddle of shame between her legs. I heard her sigh and she opened her slit up to my explorations and I soon got her into that explicit final dash to the finish line of orgasm.

After that initial encounter, I found that Angela’s shyness had evaporated away and she was suddenly my shadow during the entire shift. It was hard to adjust to but the perks were well worth it and I told her I valued her company. I suspected she wanted to hear me utter the “L” word but I wasn’t going to fall into that tender trap even if she had one of the tightest snatches I had ever come across.

The next morning we had a late start in the court due to technical difficulties that had to be settled before the judge could consider new facts presented by the prosecution. My defense lawyers hadn’t seen any of this so-called evidence and Brenda seemed particularly upset over the late introduction after they had already lined up their “experts” to respond to the initial discovery items presented by the prosecutor.

Angela departed and the morning shift deputy took over with a knowing look in his eyes as he looked at the way Angela was walking all stiff and sore after eight hours of non-stop loving. I pretended I was not watching either of them and concentrated on shaving before Brenda showed up with the files.

She entered the small holding room and I saw her head held at a certain angle like she smelled something different in the air. I wondered if it was a lingering scent of sex in the air although I had all the fans on high speed and had opened the one window that looked out onto the alley with about ten inches of breathing space.