Chapter 10: Judge

Melissa was escorted by the maître d into the private dining room precisely at seven and found the old man waiting for her with a whiskey in his hand. He looked like a judge out of an old western, complete with a vest and a gold watch chain.

“My dear, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” he said.

“Likewise, your honor,” smiled Marissa, dreading the rest of the evening despite the warm glow she’d gotten from the cocaine.

The room as small, but elegant; dark wood dominated, and it was only lit by candlelight. There was only one table with four chairs and the judge smiled and moved his hand toward it, indicating that she should be seated. The maître d pulled out her chair and she sat. The judge sat next to her. She would have preferred sitting across from him, to be farther away, but she wasn’t given a choice.

A young waiter appeared immediately, and the judge ordered wine and oysters on the half shell without consulting her.

As soon as the waiter left, the judge leaned over, almost conspiratorially, although they were alone in the room. “Dearie, you should have seen the look on the sergeant’s face when I personally gave him back his handcuffs. I wanted to laugh my pants off. I told him that you were a special friend of mine and if he ever wanted to win a case in my courtroom, he had to lay-off.” He handed her her driver’s license that the sergeant had taken.

“Thank you, your honor,” I don’t know how I can repay you,” she said and as soon as she said it, she knew how he planned on getting repaid.

“Just be my friend dearie; my very special friend.” He reached over and put his hand on her thigh and squeezed. He left it there, casually rubbing her nylon covered thigh near the hem of the short red dress.

Marissa gave him a small smile in acknowledgement. She already knew that she didn’t particularly like the old fart, but maybe that was because she didn’t want to be here. It wasn’t that much different than doing the commissioner. But it didn’t really matter; she didn’t really have a choice. If Rocky followed through on his threat her life might as well be over. She just hoped that the judge wouldn’t ask her to spend the night with him.

They finished their meal and she and the judge talked about San Diego. He was particularly interested in her husband and acted surprised to learn that he was a lawyer.

“Really,” said the judge raising his bushy eyebrows. “I don’t like lawyers much,” he said with a laugh, moving his hand up her thigh.

“Well, he’s a tax lawyer,” she explained, wishing that she could push his hand away.

“Hmm,” the judge frowned, and she had the impression that he thought even less of tax lawyers. His hand caressed her silky inner thigh.

When their waiter came in to clear the plates the judge asked what the club’s most expensive champagne was. The waiter, a young man, while showing him where it was on the wine list, noticed that the judge’s hand was between the woman’s legs and had pulled up her dress up, exposing her nylon clad thigh.

After the waiter left, the judge said, “I want to see the bite mark again.”

“What do you mean again?” she asked perplexed.

“Come on dearie, hike up your dress and show it to me.”

Marissa was tempted to get up and walk out, but knew that she couldn’t. Reluctantly, she stood up and lifted the side of her dress and showed him the bruise on her buttock underneath the sheer pantyhose. She started to pull the dress down and he put his hand on hers.

“No dearie, why don’t you just take that beautiful dress off, so it doesn’t get soiled.” He took her by the arm and turned her so her back was to him and then he unzipped the short zipper in the back.

“Your honor, shouldn’t we, uh go back to my room?” she asked.

“The night’s still young. Let’s see if you can get an old man hard sweetie,” he said as he undid his pants and pushed them to the floor.

He was treating her like a cheap whore, and it made her angry. “Judge this isn’t...”

“Isn’t what dearie?” He smiled with coffee stained teeth. “Maybe you’re forgetting the big favor I did for you and Rocky. Hmmm. Surely you don’t want your husband to find out how close you came to being arrested for what? Prostitution wasn’t it?” He let that sink in before adding, “And heaven forbid that you should ever end up in my courtroom with the bench not sympathetic to your plight.”

The old fart wasn’t going to make this easy. She stepped out of the dress and then carefully folded it and put in on her chair. She knelt at his feet and began sucking his flaccid penis. She sucked on his limp penis for several minutes with little success. Suddenly there was a slight knock on the door and the young waiter came in with their champagne in an ice bucket. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Marissa on her knees between the old guy’s legs, wearing only pantyhose and high heels; her eyes closed as she sucked on the judge’s penis. She wasn’t aware that he’d entered the room, but the old guy saw him.

“Put it right over there,” said the judge pointing to the table, “and pour us both a glass, although my date is a little preoccupied right now.” Marissa’s eyes flew open, but the judge put his hand on the back of her head to keep her from lifting it.

“Yes sir,” said the waiter, hesitatingly. The young woman had a strickened look and her pale face turned a shade of red. The judge impatiently waved his hand, so he poured two glasses.

The old man said, “I’ll take mine now.” And he held out his hand. The waiter made an uneasy cough and then brought a glass over and handed it to the judge while trying not to look at Marissa’s naked chest.

“Hang around for a minute son; I might want to order some desert.”

“Yes sir,” said the young man. He was clearly embarrassed, but he didn’t take his eyes off of the pretty young woman who didn’t look up and she seemed more embarrassed than he was.

The man patted the back of her head and said, “Go on dearie.” And the waiter watched as she again closed her eyes and took the limp penis back into her mouth.

Marissa was not only embarrassed, she felt cheap and that was worse. She felt her face getting red, but she kept sucking. The Sergeant Barnes was right; she was becoming a cheap whore.

“Dearie, I seem to be getting too old for this sort of thing; you may as well give up for a while.” She stopped sucking and started to get up, but the judge put his hand on her shoulder and stopped her. “Son, you’re not too old. Come over here.”

“Sir?” asked the waiter, clearly uneasy.

“I said come over here,” said the old man testily.

Mr. Rockford had made it very clear that the waiter was to make the old man happy, so he took a couple of steps until he was next to them.

“Okay dearie, let’s see if you can get this nice young man hard.” She looked up at him, hoping that he wasn’t serious, but by the stern look on his face she knew that he expected her to comply. He pulled out a prescription bottle and took out two blue pills and downed them with the champagne.

She shifted her position and unzipped the waiter’s pants without looking up at his face. She’d never been so humiliated in her life. She freed his cock and found that it was already half erect.

“Oh my, look at the size of his cock dearie. I’m jealous,” said the judge.

Without looking at waiter or the judge, she took it into her mouth and began sucking.

Unlike the judge it was taking the young waiter no time at all to get hard. “Nice, very nice,” said the judge. “And now I’m really jealous. That cock must be eight inches. Wouldn’t you say so dearie? Let’s see how much you can swallow, hmmm.”

The waiter was really uncomfortable even though he assumed the beautiful young woman was a high-priced hooker. But she obviously wasn’t happy that she’d been ordered to suck on his cock. But right then he didn’t want her to stop either.

Back in Rocky’s suite he motioned to Alexandria. “Come over here, you have to see this.” She walked over and looked at his computer monitor. It was showing the view from the hidden camera in the private dining room. Even in the low light the camera clearly showed the judge with his pants down, his cock semi-erect, and their princess sucking on their waiter’s impressive erection.

“I never expected this, did you?” said Alex.

They watched and listened as the judge ordered Marissa to stand up. He hooked his fingers in the tops of her pantyhose and pulled them down. “Next time I’ll expect you to wear a garter belt and stockings,” he said as he lifted her feet. Marissa stood there stoically as he pulled the hose off of her feet. “Now get down on your hands and knees so that I can watch the young man can take you from behind while I get hard.”