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Consent
By
Michele Nylons
Chapter Three - Do You Love Me?
Both Adele and Celia were wearing hold-up stockings and panties, nothing
else. They had undressed this far before falling onto Adele's bed.
Celia was on her back and Adele lay beside her, suckling one of Celia's
nipples whilst stroking the other. Celia had her arms around Adele
encouraging her. Then they kissed, lazily exploring each other's mouths
with their tongues. Their lovemaking could be swift and torrid, or like
tonight, long, soft and sensuous. They had begun kissing on the lounge,
taken their foreplay to the bedroom while still clothed, and now lay on
the bed almost ready to consummate their love.
Celia gasped as Adele's fingers slowly made their way down the snow-white
flesh of her belly and cupped Celia's pubis. Adele rubbed Celia's
diaphanous panties against her mound, making Celia hiss. Celia found
Adele erect inside her satin panties and squeezed it. They liked to tease
each other before removing their underwear, if indeed they even bothered
to.
Adele snaked a finger inside Celia's panties and found her moist and warm,
she smiled around their kiss.
"You want it don't you?" Adele whispered.
"I always want you," Celia gasped when Adele opened her like unfurling the
petals of a flower.
Adele sighed as Celia freed her rampant penis from her panties. Her cock
was long and thick; she sometimes had difficulty keeping it tucked when
she was dressed, especially around Celia.
Celia stroked and squeezed her lover's cock whilst Adele circled Celia's
clitoris, teasing her. Adele made to move down the bed, she liked to
orally please Celia, lapping at her juicy cunt, building Celia almost to
climax and then backing off until Celia pushed Adele's face into her sex
and kept her there until she came.
"Not tonight. I want you inside me. Now." Celia snuggled against Adele.
Celia slid under Adele, opening her legs wide and then clamping then
around Adele's waist.
"Fuck me," Celia whispered, looking up into Adele's deep blue eyes.
Celia's eyes were brown, alive and sparkling with excitement. She
considered herself to be the luckiest woman in the world to have a lover
like Adele.
"Make me," Adele murmured.
She lowered her face and kissed Celia passionately.
Celia made her.
She found Adele's hard, throbbing cock pressed against her lower belly and
guided it inside her panties and nestled the glans in her labia.
"Huh!" Celia gasped as she pushed up and impaled herself on Adele's cock.
"Now." Celia bit Adele's earlobe.
Celia hung on as Adele began to fuck her hard and easy. Her cunt clung
onto Adele's phallus when she withdrew, not wanting the appendage to leave
her void, she rose to meet Adele's next thrust, and the next, They
crushed their lips together, bruising them with the intensity of their
passion as their excitement built. Adele ensured her pubis pushed on
Celia's clitoris, grinding against it, bringing her close as she impaled
her lover.
Adele was close too, she sensed Celia was about to climax. They gasped
into each other's mouths and pressed their bodies together, Celia drummed
her feet in the small of Adele's back encouraging her to ejaculate.
Adele's sperm erupted from her throbbing penis just as Celia orgasmed; she
felt Celia's cunt contract and spasm, wringing Adele's precious seed from
her. The women rubbed and fretted against one and other in their frenzy,
clicking teeth, raking nails, crying out, gasping and groaning as they
came to their apogee and then their fervour slowly started to ebb.
Celia lay in Adele's embrace, her black hair damp, glistening in the
gloom, her lipstick was gone, her lips bruised, her mascara had run.
Adele fared no better, her brunette shoulder-length hair was a tangled
mess, her makeup ruined. The room stank of sex.
"Another pair of stockings ruined," Celia chuckled.
"Shut up." Adele kissed the tip of her nose.
Celia shucked out of her sodden panties and flicked them across the room
with her foot.
"Hey! I hope you're going to pick them up," Adele snickered, voice deep
and husky.
"Are you going to make me?" Celia playfully slapped Adele's slowly
deflating penis.
"You're asking for it bitch!" Adele growled playfully and climbed on Celia
again.
Later, freshly showered, wearing clean underwear, still in bed propped up
on pillows and sipping coffee, they both studied case files.
"Adele?" Celia asked softly.
"Huh?" Adele was deep into her file.
"Why do you want this case so bad? Why are you determined not to settle;
determined to make that poor girl testify?" Celia turned to face her
lover.
"It doesn't matter why; they need to face up to what they did." Adele
wouldn't look at Celia; she went back to the file.
Celia pushed Adele's file away from her.
"Do you love me?" Celia looked lovingly into Adele's eyes.
"Of course I do. I've loved you since the moment I saw you." She tousled
Celia's hair, still damp from the shower.
Celia sat up straight and glared at her.
"Ok," Adele whispered.
Adele told her.
*****
Mitchell Brooks and his three co-defendants had hired one of the best
litigators in the State, John Murray. John was ruthless and would use
whatever tactics were needed to win a case.
John, Adele and Celia sat in the chambers of Judge Karl Brinkman. The
judge looked disapprovingly at the two women.
"I hope you ladies are going to dress appropriately when you enter my
court," he growled.
"We have appropriate court attire Judge," Adele replied.
Adele had never won a case with Judge Brinkman presiding. Adele knew that
the judge had contempt for female lawyers and Adele had been passed on a
comment he had made about her at his country club.
"That woman should be married and at home, barefoot and pregnant.
Although that thing is hardly likely to get pregnant is she?" he'd joked.
Thankfully there weren't many who thought like that nowadays but the
assembled audience all laughed; they might have the Judge presiding over
their case one day after all.
"Since neither party is going to settle I suppose we will have to bring
this matter to court," the Judge began.
"Are both sides content with the disclosure proceedings?" the judge asked.
Both sides had withheld elements of discovery but neither would admit it.
This was going to be a jury trial and they both wanted to catch the other
wrongfooted to impress the jury and likely persuade the them to their
side.
All three lawyers nodded.
"Now we come to the photographs. These pictures are very explicit Mr
Murray, I've never seen anything as sexually graphic as these being
produced in open court." The judge flicked through the pictures before
him.
"They are also prejudicial to your case; they prove that all four men had
sex with the plaintiff." The judge continued to stare at the photographs,
working through them one at a time.
"True your honour, but they also show that the woman was complicit; that
the sex was consensual. They constitute exculpatory evidence," John
Murray said authoritatively.
"The particulars of the plaintiff's facts and their whole suit is based on
the presumption that she did not consent." John folded his arms.
"Another one of these 'me too' claims I suppose," the judge harrumphed.
"If you object to these pictures being produced in court Ms Edwards I'm
likely to likely to rule these pictures inadmissible evidence, which would
be in your favour." The judge could not put them down.
"The plaintiff's counsel believes that the pictures also constitute
inculpatory evidence Judge," Celia countered.
The judge looked at Celia, his distaste with her appearance obvious.
"You make sure your co-counsel keeps her place in my courtroom Ms Edwards;
I only want one lawyer at a time presenting to the court." The judge went
back to studying the pictures.
"Well I guess we will let the jury decide what or what not the pictures
prove." The judge finally put the stack of photographs down on his desk.
"The only stipend I ask your honour is that the plaintiff also be allowed
to produce their own pictures in court as a rebuttal if necessary," Adele
asked.
The judge nodded and John Murray did not object.
"I take it both parties are ready to proceed? No chance of a late
settlement?" the judge looked at John Murray then at Adele Edwards.
Neither party spoke.
"We begin voir dire on Monday. You ladies make sure you dress like
lawyers for my court not like hookers; but no pantsuits and no bare legs,
some decorum in my court please." The judge waved at them dismissively.
"Fucking misogynist dinosaur!" Celia hissed when she left the judge's
chambers.
"Don't worry about him, worry about Melody Summers. How is prep going?"
Adele asked.
Celia dragged Adele into a vacant office.
"She's ok; she's tougher than she looks. I'm pretty sure she will be up
to telling her story and being crossexamined but I'm not sure how she will
hold up when those pictures get shown to the court," Celia said.
"Why the fuck didn't you have them ruled inadmissible? What is your
strategy here Adele? What you told me about what happened to you is
heartbreaking but I hope you are not using that young girl as means for
you to get revenge." Celia was furious.
Adele pushed Celia against the wall and pressed her body against her.
"I love it when you get angry. It gets me all horny." Adele smiled
wickedly and put her hand under Celia's skirt.
Celia pushed Adele's hand away and extracted herself.
"That's all we need. Someone to see us and tell Judge Brinkman that we
are lesbians!" Celia huffed.
"Are we though? I have a dick remember," Adele called after Celia as she
strode purposely down the corridor leading to the court entrance.
"That girl has no sense of humour." Adele smiled to herself.
But inside she was worried. She was missing something she was sure of it
and John Murray was not a litigator to be taken lightly.
*****
The voir dire went as well as could be expected given the jury pool. Five
white men, two black men, two black women and three white women were
selected. Despite interrogation it was hard tell what their prejudices
might be; people lied. And some people wouldn't admit to themselves that
they had prejudices.
The good news for Adele and Celia was that a fifty-five-year-old mother of
three, Millicent Ford, was elected the forewoman of the jury. It could go
two ways. Mrs Ford was a black woman who had put her children through
college on the meagre wages that she and her husband bought home. She
might see Melody Summers as a privileged young white woman.
But she might also have sympathy for Melody; all of Millicent Ford's
children were girls.
The afternoon after voir dire was completed Adele was once again summoned
to a Partner's meeting.
"You told us they would settle." Grahame Grantham was visibly angry.
"I think they are holding out, making us sweat, hoping we will withdraw
the suit," Adele lied.
"So you intend to try the case if they don't settle Adele? Trial starts
Monday and you don't have a sympathetic judge." Max Walker stated the
bleeding obvious.
"I don't need a sympathetic judge; I need a sympathetic jury," Adele
countered.
"What about costs if you lose?" Graham always thought about money.
"It's the cost of doing business Graham; you know that. I thought you of
all people would be supportive," Adele replied.
"Being gay does not make me a philanthropist; I'm a capitalist," he
grinned.
"Speaking of which... Alan has a task for you that might ease the pain for
us if you are defeated." Grahame smiled at her mirthlessly.
Adele looked at each of the partners questioningly.
"Come down to my office Adele. We can talk about it." Alan Tate put out
his hand like gentleman.
However he took station astern of her as they walked down the corridor so
he could ogle her ass and her legs. Adele was wearing a short skirt and a
long jacket as usual, navy blue pinstripe, white blouse, charcoal
pantyhose and black high heels.
"Sit." He offered Adele a chair in his office and watched her take her
seat.
Adele declined coffee, wanting Alan to get on with it so she could get
back to her case.
"You know Peter Duffy I believe?" Alan began his pitch.
Adele scratched her head; she knew so many people, lawyers and clients
rubbed against each other all the time. Then she remembered where she
knew the name from.
"He's a lobbyist for some of the most powerful corporations in the State,"
Adele replied.
"Isn't he the one who convinced the California legislature to allow their
ground water to be used by the bottled water companies. The state
experiencing one of it's worst droughts on record allows bottled water
companies to take their reserves of artesian water, treat it, and sell it
in plastic bottles; what a scam." Adele had heard of him.
"Correct. And he's looking for a law firm to keep his ass covered and to
conduct research for him. The Partners think this guy will bring in some
substantial fees," Alan said.
"Ok... and I need to know this because?" Adele tried vainly to pull the
hem of her skirt down her thighs where Alan's eyes remained riveted.
"Because he has asked for you specifically to pitch for us." Alan
grinned.
"Me? Specifically me?" Adele smelled a rat.
"Look you know how these things work. You go out to dinner, keep him
amused, show a bit of this a bit of that, listen to his stories, laugh at
his jokes and then you land him for us." Alan beamed at her.
"You guys do know it is 2019 right?" Adele was exasperated.
It pissed her that men still insisted that woman use their good looks to
influence other men. She didn't mind doing it of her own accord of
course, but she didn't like to be peddled.
"Look Adele. You are smart, articulate, intuitive, and a brilliant lawyer
with a rosy future in this firm. I'm sending you because you are the best
person for the job and I'm sure that's why Peter Duffy asked for you."
Alan patted her knee, his fingers lingering.
"So it has nothing to with the fact that I'm single, beautiful, have a
great ass, tits, and legs," she countered.
"See... I told you that you were smart. Do this for me and I'll keep the
other partners at bay while you fight your case against grumpy old Karl
Brinkman and John Murray." Alan smiled at her again.
"Does he know?" Adele got ready to leave.
"Know what?" Alan shrugged his shoulders.
"You know what I mean," Adele groused.
"See. I told you that you were intuitive too." Alan tried to pat her ass
on the way out but she gave him a reproachful look and he decided that
discretion was the better part of valour.
*****
"Why do you have to do this? Why are you prostituting yourself?" Celia
whined.
She'd followed Adele around the apartment like a dependant kid tugging on
her mother's apron strings. This is why Adele and Celia could not live
together. When Celia was good she was very, very good but when she was
bad she was horrid.
Celia had always tolerated Adele's promiscuity because she knew that Adele
needed a man to scratch her itch now and then and was grateful that Adele
mostly confined her infidelities to Lotharios provided by a reputable
escort agency.
She was not happy that Adele was going on a date; a date-date, with
dinner, and wine and god knows what.
"They're using you. You know that! He's probably some fat old man with a
tranny fetish!" Celia shut up, knowing she had gone too far.
"Go home Celia; I'll see you tomorrow." Adele was glad that she now had
the moral high-ground because Peter Duffy was far from being a fat old
man.
He was a very handsome, fit man who filled out his dinner suit very nicely
and his smile when he greeted Adele at the restaurant would have melted
any girl's heart.
Adele was wearing a little black cocktail dress, sheer tan holdup
stockings and her favourite black Jimmy Choo's. She carried a little
silver clutch purse and wore silver jewellery.
"You look magnificent if I may say so." Peter pulled out her chair for
her.
He didn't stare at her legs or down her dress like most men would have
when she sat and he eased her chair under the table.
"Thank you; you don't look too shabby yourself Mister Duffy." Adele
smiled up at him.
"'Not too shabby; what a hoot!'" His laugh was genuine
"But Mister Duffy is my father, I'm Peter." He smiled at her and offered
his hand.
Adele shook it and angled away from him when he leaned in to kiss her
cheek.
"No European greeting?" he took the rebuke with good nature, dropped her
napkin in her lap and sat down opposite her.
"This is a business meeting Mister Duffy." Her eyes sparkled, she was
actually quite stricken with this handsome man but there was no way she
was going to let him know.
'Listen to his stories, laugh at his jokes, land him for the firm and then
go home and rub one out,' Adele thought to herself.
"Very well Ms Edwards; may I at least call you Adele?" she could see that
she had hurt him a little.
He had been nothing but polite and gentlemanly and she had belittled him.
Well never mind, she just wanted to get the evening over.
But that's not how she felt as the evening drew to an end. Peter Duffy,
as well as being extremely handsome, was also articulate, a good talker,
and a good listener. He knew when to talk business, when to tell a joke,
and intrigued her with some gossip from around the halls of power. He was
an active listener and encouraged Adele to speak when she had something to
say. He didn't 'man-splain' for her.
"Alan Tate told me that you asked for me personally; why?" Adele grilled
him with her deep blue eyes.
"Because I've heard that you are a rising star around here in the legal
profession." He stopped with his coffee halfway to his lips; the question
had caught him unaware.
Adele canted her head slightly, indicating that she expected a better
answer.
"Ok. And also because I'd seen pictures of you and heard others talk
about how beautiful you are. That's probably chauvinist of me but I was
intrigued by you." He sipped his coffee, confident that he had answered
Adele's question.
"Not because I have a dick then?" Adele glared at him.
Peter spat coffee back into the cup. He looked perplexed.
"Oh come on Peter; I'm all those things you say I am, I won't pretend to
be modest. But a powerful, handsome man like you can have any beautiful
woman you want. Am I just a curio to you?" Adele knew that she was being
unfair but she couldn't stop herself.
Unconsciously she knew what she was doing. She was extremely attracted to
this man so she was using her defence mechanisms to push him away;
confront and insult him and he'll leave her alone.
Peter recovered.
"I am all those things you say I am too. I know I'm handsome and yes I
have power; I certainly have money. These are all traits and skills I use
to be a successful lobbyist." Peter stared at her openly.
"If I wanted to bed a beautiful transsexual woman I could just pay for
one. And to be honest I didn't know that you still had a dick, as you put
it." His smile was open, honest and addictive.
Adele couldn't help but smile back at him.
"Have I been a real bitch?" she looked at him and her eyes sparkled in the
candlelight.
"You are a very intelligent, beautiful lady who knows what she wants and
how to get it. I've probably been a little boorish and overexcited in
your presence that's all. Let's get our coats and I'll call a car for
you." He put his napkin on the table and started to rise.
He pulled back Adele's chair for her and leaned in and whispered in her
ear.
"But yes; you've been a bitch." She could feel his breath on the nape of
her neck and it felt very sensuous.
He paid the bill and escorted Adele to the front of the restaurant.
"Would you be offended if I called a car for you? I need to call one for
myself anyway." Peter pulled his cell from his pocket.
"Where are going?" Adele fumbled in her clutch looking for a cigarette.
"I'm on twelfth street." Peter punched up his car service and placed the
call.
"I'm around the corner from there on Strawberry; you wanna split it?"
Adele lit a cigarette.
Peter was ordering his car on the phone but he nodded.
The car arrived ten minutes later. While they waited they discussed the
details of how Grantham, Walker and Tate would be able to support his
lobbying practice.
Peter opened the back door for Adele, once again a gentleman Peter didn't
look at the acres of thigh that she couldn't help showing, as she climbed
in the back of the limo.
He climbed in after her and was reaching for his seatbelt when Adele
pounced on him.
Adele straddled him, her knees either side of his thighs on the bench
seat. She smiled down at him and lowered her face to his. They kissed
and he pulled her tight against him. He fumbled with the armrest until he
found the button that raised the privacy window between the backseat and
the driver.
"This is quite a surprise." Peter smiled at Adele, stroking her cheek.
"This is just you and me. I find you attractive and I want you to fuck
me. This is not any form payment for you take up the offer from my law
firm." Adele looked at him seriously.
Peter nodded and kissed her again.
They kissed and cuddled in the back of the car and in the elevator all the
way up to Peter's apartment. He unlocked the door while she clung to him
and then her carried through the apartment and laid her on his bed.
Adel lay on the white satin sheets, her arms and legs spread wide. Her
tousled brunette hair fanned across the pillows, her blue eyes sparkled,
her lipstick was smeared but she looked so sexy. Her dress had ridden up
exposing the tops of her stockings and her white nylon panties. She
didn't even kick off her shoes as she lay there looking up at him while he
stripped naked.
Peter fell on Adel, his cock poking her in the belly as he they kissed
passionately. She pushed him up off her and he straddled her, his cock
poking out, leaking precum.
"You want to take that dress off, I'm leaking on it and it's going to
stain." He smiled down at her.
"You mean this thing is leaking?" Adele began to stroke his cock, looking
up at him and smiling.
"Why don't you do it?" she challenged him.
Peter climbed off Adele and stripped her out of her dress. She lay back
down still in her white nylon panties, sheer stockings and white satin
bra. Peter put her high heels back on her feet.
"They're probably going to scratch you when we fuck," she said
lecherously.
"I hope so." He smiled and lowered himself back on top of her.
They kissed again, very passionately, holding each other tight. Adele
felt his cock poking her belly again. Peter rose and eased her breasts
out of her brassiere and cupped them.
"The best money can buy. You can hardly see the scars," she said
sarcastically.
"Are you always so flippant?" he gazed down at the beautiful creature
lying beneath him.
"There are a couple of sure-fire ways to shut me up." She smiled up at
him seductively.
Peter suckled her nipples and Adele held him to her breasts, she took the
opportunity to free her penis from between her legs and lower her testes
back into her scrotum. She rolled Peter over so that he was on his back
and worked her mouth down his body, licking and nipping his taut flesh
until she found his penis.
Adele engulfed it, licking it first, and then gobbling it into her mouth
where she slavered at it listening to Peter moan. She was hard too and
wanted release; she really wanted to fuck this guy.
Adele inched her way along Pete's body until her buttocks were rubbing on
his genitals, she reached behind herself and positioned his glans in her
tight puckered wrinkle and slowly lowered herself, moaning like a
slattern. She had pre-lubricated herself before going out in anticipation
that something like this just might happen but Peter was very hard and big
and long and he stretched Adele's anus.
She loved it.
She lowered her face to his and they kissed while Adele rode him cowgirl,
forcing Peter's cock so far inside her that it hurt. But the pain was
good pain; it intensified the sensuous ripples of delight coming from
inside her anus. She wriggled herself so that Pete's glans pushed on her
prostate.
Adele began to leak copious amounts of pre-ejaculated from her throbbing
cock and Peter felt it pool on his belly. He cupped the warm slippery
fluid in his fingers and stroked Adele's cock, milking her of even more
precum. Adele felt her orgasm building and she threw back her head and
moaned. Peter held her waist and rose up to thrust himself inside her as
she rocked up and down on his pulsing phallus.
Adele's sphincter was pulsating; squeezing his cock, bring him close.
Adele shrieked with desire and Peter howled too as they clung to each
other. Peter filled her with his scalding issue as Adele sprayed her
sperm across his belly when they both climaxed. She lowered her face to
his, kissing him, smearing her cum on his flesh, driving her tongue into
his mouth. Peter held her tight and jackhammered his cock in and out of
her at the last of his orgasm wracked his body.
They lay in each other's arms, sweaty and spent, the air conditioning
cooling their bodies.
Finally Adele extracted herself from Peter, his cock fell from her anus
with an audible plop and his semen dribbled from her sphincter. Adele
wiped it with a corner of the sheet before it stained her stockings.
"Sorry honey, the practicalities of anal sex and I'm afraid and I am not
going home barelegged," Adele shrugged.
"Whose says you're going home?" Peter grinned at her, his semi-erect cock
still standing proud.
"I do honey. If I stay here I'm going to make you fuck me all night and I
need the rest." She began to pull on her panties.
"Can I walk you home?" Peter asked, lying on his elbow, enjoying watching
her dress.
"Nice try big guy but I never take men home. I'm sorry to say this is a
one night stand. I'm in a relationship with someone I love and I don't
need any entanglements." Adele zipped her dress closed.
"Well thanks very much Adele. It was an experience I will always
treasure." Peter got off the bed and took her in his arms.
They had one last long, lingering kiss and said goodnight.
*****
The next afternoon Adele and Celia were working on court strategy when
they were interrupted by a soft knocking on Adele's office door.
"Well done Adele; you landed Peter Duffy. He signed with us today." Alan
Tate was smiling like a Cheshire cat.
Adele shivered. She felt a little unclean and she could see the hurt in
Celia's eyes.
To be continued.
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