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Consent
By
Michele Nylons
Chapter Four - 'The Night Of'
"I remind the parties that they can settle at any time before a verdict is
reached and I recommend that you do. Do both counsellors acknowledge
that?" Judge Karl Brinkman made one last plea for the parties to settle
and he said this in open court so that the jury understood exactly what
was going on here.
Adele Edwards and John Murray arose and nodded to the judge.
"I warn the jury now that you are going to see and hear things that will
shock you and offend your morals and sensibilities. But the evidence that
will be presented in court is submitted to try to prove the facts of the
case, it's not provided to offend you or to titillate you. You should
listen to and look at the evidence in that light, does it corroborate what
the party is trying to prove? Do not let your personal feelings interfere
with your duty to make a fair verdict," the judge advised the jury.
"Ms Edwards, you may address the jury." And so the trial began.
Adele and Celia had dressed carefully for their appearance in court,
biding the Judge's advice. Celia of course was dressed all in black
including her stockings and heels but the hem of her skirt was a modest
two inches above her knee. She wore a light charcoal blouse and had
economised on her makeup but refused not to wear her signature blood-red
lipstick.
Adele was dressed similarly but in blue pinstripes with a white silk
blouse.
Melody Summers was dressed, as per instruction, in a twinset with Mary
Jane low heels and her hair up in ponytail. Her appearance was
deliberately contrived to make her look young and innocent.
"Counsel for the plaintiff will prove the following during the course of
this trial. Those four men sitting at the defence table, Daniel Benstead,
Brian Stetford, Peter Grady and Mitchell Brooks had non-consensual sex
with the plaintiff Miss Melody Summers. We will prove that Mitchell
Brooks lured Melody Summers to a cocktail party on the evening of May
twelfth, 2018; seduced her and then bought in his three friends and let
them use her as their plaything. I warn you that this case is going to be
sordid, graphic and emotional. There will be claims and counter-claims
but all you need to be convinced of is that Melody Summers was forced to
have non-consensual sex with these men. Then find for the plaintiff thank
you," Adele Edwards finished her opening remarks.
John Murray, the defence's counsellor, arose and strode over to the jury
box.
"This case is simple. So simple in fact that the work has already been
done for you. Daniel Benstead, Brian Stetford, Peter Grady and Mitchell
Brooks were all found not guilty in criminal court. This case is simply a
matter of greed and revenge. Revenge for being called a liar in court and
greed because these men are affluent, and men of considerable standing
within the community and with plenty to lose if they are found guilty.
This case is simply a case of sour grapes and coercion. Do what your
peers in the criminal court did; find my clients not guilty." John strode
confidently back to his seat.
Adele knew what the defence's strategy would be. Prove that Melody
Summers was a willing participant in a gangbang, not a victim of sexual
assault. This strategy had worked well in criminal court where reasonable
doubt had to be established to support a guilty verdict. The criterion in
a civil trial was such that the weight of proof was lessened. You
basically just had to convince the jury to vote one way or the other.
Also the rules of evidence were a little less strict; facts could be
implied without substantial corroboration. Adele and Celia's battle plan
was to meet the defence's strategy head on; call their bluff so to speak.
It was dangerous, but it would take the defence of 'implied consent' off
the table.
"Doctor Lee, you have been accepted as an expert witness to the
satisfaction of the court I now intend to ask you direct questions," Adele
began her trial.
"Doctor Lee, can a woman enjoy being sexually assaulted?" there was a
small intake of indignation from the female members of the jury.
"Studies have shown that up to twenty percent of women had a physical
response to their assault and that four to five percent of women reported
orgasm during the attack," Dr Lee answered clearly and succinctly.
"What do you mean specifically when you mean physical response?" Adele
continued, she wanted the jury to hear the specifics and undermine the
defence before they got started.
"A woman might produce lubrication, she might become aroused, she might
even orgasm as I've stated," Dr Lee replied.
"Men too when being sexually assaulted often display similar responses;
erection, pre-ejaculate discharge and finally ejaculation, more so than
women in fact," Dr Lee added.
"Thanks for the educational divergence but we will stick to women for now
shall we?" Adele didn't want the jury distracted.
"But that doesn't mean the woman is complicit does it?" Adele wanted
clarification.
"Liking something or experiencing pleasure is one thing; wanting or
desiring is another. Genital arousal is a learned response to certain
cues or stimuli and is not necessarily related to consent. In fact
because fear activates the sympathetic nervous system, increasing the
blood flow through the body, it is possible that it could facilitate
genital arousal," the doctor said smugly.
The doctor had a conceited look on his face that Adele did not like; she
did not want him to upset the jury so she asked him a yes or no question.
"So Doctor Lee, as an expert if your field, to summarise your testimony.
Is it possible for a woman to become aroused and even achieve orgasm while
she is being taken sexually against her will?" Adele wanted clarity.
"Yes," the doctor replied.
"No more questions," Adele relinquished the witness.
"Your witness Mr Murray," the judge said.
"Doctor. Have you heard of rape fantasy or rape roleplay?" John Murray
raised his brows.
"Of course I have. Some women find that fear, even when just pretending
to be scared, or being physically restrained, very sexually stimulating,"
the doctor replied.
"No more questions." John Murray strode confidently back to his chair.
John Murray had burst the defence's bubble with one question. Adele
needed to counterattack.
She rose for her redirect.
"Doctor Lee, just to clarify. No amount of sexual arousal during the act
can override the fact that someone may consciously be saying and meaning
no, but that their bodies might betray them. Physical pleasure is not
evidence of consent correct?" Adele hoped that she was getting her ship
back on course.
"Correct." Dr Lee again gave his smug smile.
There was a short recess and it was time for Melody Summers to testify.
Two days after Adele's date with Peter Duffy she had found a plain
envelope with no return address on her desk. Inside the envelope was a
small note: 'Some men just can't help showing off. I'm sorry that they
think this is acceptable '. Adele had a good idea who had dropped off the
envelope. Who moved within the same circles as Danny Benstead, Brian
Stetford, Peter Grady, and Mitchell Brooks? A certain lobbyists perhaps?
The pictures in the envelope were very contentious and inflammatory. They
certainly looked like Melody Summers was being forced to have sex with the
defendants but John Murray had pictures that proposed the opposite. She
and Celia had thought long and hard about whether to introduce the
pictures into evidence.
"Please tell the court the events that occurred on the evening of May
twelfth, 2018." Adele decided to let Melody just tell her story rather
than ask her a series of questions.
"I received an invitation to attend a cocktail party at the Beaumont
Hotel. The invitation was anonymous, that is, it was unsigned. This is
not unusual for me because of my work in marketing; I often get invited to
events by the organisers as a means of free publicity," Melody began.
Then she told her story...
*****
Melody was looking around the large function room to see if there might be
someone interesting to talk to. All the men appeared to be overweight,
middle-aged and married. Not that being married had stopped a few of them
from hitting on her. The cocktail party was a busted flush.
When she'd arrived she'd presented her invitation at the door and had
expected her name to be the event organiser's list but it wasn't. Hers
was a private invitation but the person who had purchased the ticket
remained anonymous.
She wore her low-cut red satin sheath, split to the waist on one side, red
'fuck-me pumps' her evening makeup with red lipstick and nailpolish, gold
accessories and was sans panties. The sheath required her to wear tan
sheer-to-the-waist-pantyhose and a strapless bra; anything else would ruin
the lines of the dress.
"Melody Summers? Really?" Mitchell Brooks bent down to read her nametag.
He made no secret of the fact that he was also looking at her breasts
"It sounds like porn actress' name," he smiled.
He was a very handsome man. A college jock, he had maintained his fitness
and was slim, tall and fitted into his tuxedo perfectly.
"That's very forward of you sir." Melody smiled at him seductively.
"No. That's me being comedic; this is me being forward." Mitchell slid
his hand across her buttocks and squeezed.
"I say sir; that is forward!" she pretended to be indignant but Mitchell
saw the amusement in her eyes.
"Wanna get away from these old fogies and have some fun?" he pulled her
close to him.
"Why the fuck not; this party is dead." Melody smiled up at him.
"Let's get the fuck out of here." Mitchell took her hand in his and led
her through the crowd, grabbing a bottle of champagne and two glasses off
a passing waiter.
He led her upstairs to a large reception room, checked it was empty and
then pulled her inside and locked the door.
"Is this better?" Mitchell smiled at Melody.
"Much." She smiled back at him.
He poured two glasses of champagne, which they both polished off quickly.
He reached into his inside pocket and produced a small silver cigarette
case, opened it and produced a spliff.
He held it up and looked at her questioningly.
"You can't smoke that here." Melody was a little shocked.
"Fuck I can't. I contributed a shitload of money for this reception, all
of which I'll get back in tax credits of course, but I'm still the biggest
benefactor." Mitchell lit the joint, took a deep drag and held the smoke
a while before exhaling.
He passed her the spliff.
"What the fuck is this benefit even for? Equal rights for gay whales?
Save the lesser-crested big-balled penguin?" he took the joint back off
Melody.
Melody laughed and blew out a plume of smoke.
They finished the joint, making small talk and then Mitchell led her to a
chaise lounge where they went back to drinking champagne.
When Mitchell leaned in to kiss her, all of her inhibitions had been lost.
She kissed him back, driving her tongue into his mouth. Mitchell pawed at
her breasts, trying to extract them from the tight sheath.
"Honey we can have as much fun as you like but don't ruin this dress," she
giggled.
Mitchell eventually freed her firm, nicely formed breasts from the gown
and lapped at them, holding them so he could suck on her nipples.
Pleasure radiated from her sensitive berries and she sighed and held him
to her breasts.
Mitchell took her hand and directed it to his groin and she struggled to
open his flies.
"Fuck this!" Mitchell stood up and quickly undressed, tossing his clothes
onto the floor.
"Do you want me to undress too." Melody was feeling lightheaded.
"No. I want to fuck you in that dress," Mitchell growled.
His substantial erection was standing proud.
"But first I want you to suck my cock." Mitchell pulled her up off the
lounge and the roughly pushed her down on her knees.
Melody actually liked being dominated by the handsome powerful man. It
turned her on.
She turned her attention to Mitchell's cock and slowly stroked it, running
her nails under the bulbous head and then fondling his scrotum while she
caressed his long thick shaft. She traced the veins with her fingertips.
Mitchell put his hands on her head and directed her face to his groin and
she opened her mouth and took the cock between her lips. She used her
tongue on it and then began to suck it in earnest. The dope and the booze
had taken affect and loosened her inhibitions.
Mitchell let her fellate him until he was ready and then he lifted her to
her feet and kissed her again.
"Watch the dress," she said, her words muffled by their kiss.
"What; this dress?" Mitchell pushed her back and she fell on the lounge;
arms and legs akimbo.
He hiked up her dress, bunching it around her waist and then he lowered
his face to her groin. She was wet already; he could see her secretions
glistening in the fabric of her sheer pantyhose crotch. He lapped at the
nectar and licked her cunt through the gossamer material. Then he tried
to pull them down.
"I've got a spare pair in my clutch," Melody gasped and used one of her
long fingernails to open the seam of her pantyhose.
Mitchell poked his tongue through the hole and lapped at her labia, then
found her clitoris and worked it with his tongue.
Melody gasped and held his mouth there, rising up off the lounge to thrust
her sodden cunt into his face.
When Melody was moaning with desire and twisting her fingers in his hair,
he knew she was ready. Mitchell replaced his face with his cock, kneeling
between her legs and thrusting his cock into her all the way. Melody
wrapped her legs and arms around him and hung on while he fucked her
vigorously.
Mitchell came quickly inside her and she felt him ejaculate and an earth-
shattering orgasm wracked her, she drummed her heels on his back as she
orgasmed. She came so hard that she nearly passed out, she was dazed and
confused.
When she came too there were three other men in the room. Mitchell Brooks
was still inside her, slowly fucking her as she lay on the couch with her
legs wide apart. One of the men had his phone out and was filming them.
They were all naked and sporting erections.
"I'd like you to meet my friends. We're all going to have a little fun
ok?" Mitchell smiled down at her.
The three men approached the lounge, two positioned themselves on one side
of her and one on the other, Mitchell was still fucking her slowly and her
cunt was tingling, she was far from another orgasm but it felt delightful
all the same.
She took two of the cocks in her hands and one in her mouth.
Melody Summers left the reception room three hours later her hair
dishevelled, her makeup ruined, her expensive dress ripped down one side
and her pantyhose full of runners. She made her way to ladies room to
tidy herself up, fix her makeup and change into fresh pantyhose. She used
some toilet paper to wipe away the semen dripping from her vagina and her
anus.
*****
Melody told the court an edited version of what really happened. She
admitted that she had had consensual sex with Mitchell Brooks initially
but then his friends had showed up and she was forced to submit to all
kinds of debauchery.
"Miss Summers, as you know I now intend to show a series of pictures to
the court that are very explicit but I need for you to describe to the
court exactly what is happening in each picture," Adele said.
Celia had rehearsed this part of her testimony many times with Melody,
hopefully she would hold up.
"Please bring up plaintiff exhibits one through four and provide hard
copies to jury," Adele asked one of the bailiffs.
Two, sixty-inch flat-screen monitors lit up, and the first image appeared.
There was an audible gasp around the courtroom.
Melody swallowed and following the direction she had been given began to
speak.
"That's Mr Grady forcing me to fellate Mr Stetford," Melody said dry-
mouthed.
Melody was on her knees and Peter Grady was behind her, holding one of her
arms behind her back and pushing Melody's head onto Brian Stetford's
erection. The men were naked; Melody was still dressed in her evening
gown.
"That's Mr Benstead forcing himself on me," she said softly.
Melody was on her hands and knees, fully-clothed, her dress hiked up and
Danny Benstead was taking her doggy-style, holding onto her hair, pulling
her head back, her face contorted.
"And that's me being forced to service three of the men." Melody was
starting to fade under the pressure of giving her testimony.
There were only a few images left to show and Melody bravely endured them
all, providing a narrative to what the jury was seeing.
"And in any of these pictures are you consenting to the acts being
photographed?" Adele asked.
"No," Melody replied simply.
"And did you know that these pictures were being taken?" Adele was close
to ending Melody's testimony.
"Yes. I saw the men using their phones to take pictures. At the end of
the night they told me that if I complained about what had happened they
would release the pictures online and send them to my friends and family."
Melody began to sob.
"Nothing further you honour." Adele was pleased with Melody's testimony.
She believed that she had made her case and that Melody had made a very
convincing witness.
The judge adjourned the court for the day.
*****
The next day it was John Murray's turn to cross-examine Melody Summers.
Adele and Celia hoped that she would hold up under what would be a
withering cross.
"Miss Summers, you claim that in the series of pictures presented by the
plaintiff's counsel that you were being forced to participate in sexual
acts against your will?" John Murray began.
"That's right." Melody leaned forward to speak into the microphone.
"These pictures here." John bought the series of shots up on the screens
using a clicker.
"Objection you honour; inflammatory, the court has already seen this
evidence." Adele rose to her feet but before she could continue John
Murray interjected.
"Your honour, the plaintiff introduced the pictures into evidence." John
gave Adele a sleazy smile.
"Overruled." Judge Brinkman waved his hand at Adele dismissively.
"And were these pictures also taken the same evening you allege the
assault occurred." John pressed his clicker again.
A series of images appeared on the large screens facing the court which
appeared to show Melody Summers in various stages of undress but never
quite naked having sex with the defendants. The difference being that in
these pictures her face was displaying what looked like extreme pleasure.
At disclosure Adele had the chance to have the photographs ruled
inadmissible but she had not done so. The judge had ruled that the photos
could be bought into evidence and Adele had asked for a stipend that
allowed her to introduce her own photos into evidence.
Adele knew that to object further would bring these facts to the jury so
she refrained.
Melody bowed her head.
Hard copies of the pictures were given to the jury to pass around.
"Miss Summers?" John Murray insisted.
Melody nodded.
"For the record please," he insisted.
"Yes," Melody whispered.
"Miss Summers; remember you are under oath and subject to perjury should
you lie. Do these pictures not show you enjoying having sex with the four
defendants? Are you not experiencing pleasure?" John Murray waved at one
of the screens.
"It's not like that! Mitch... Mr Brooks was using his mouth... er
performing cunnilingus on me while I was being held down. I can't just
switch my physical responses on and off," Melody replied tersely.
"Yes or no? Did you receive sexual gratification during your so-called
ordeal?" John Murray grilled her.
"Objection you honour. It has been stipulated by an expert witness that
it is possible for a woman or a man to experience sexual gratification
even if the act is against their will," Adele stated.
"Overruled," Judge Brinkman replied just as Adele had expected he would.
She nodded at Melody, directing her client to answer.
"Yes," Melody replied indignantly.
"Okay. Let's move on." John Murray claimed his little victory and used
his clicker to blank the screens.
"Do you recognise this person?" John Murray pressed his clicker again.
An online advertisement appeared on the screen.
'Executive Encounters. Exclusive, discreet, and select services for busy
discerning professionals'
Was the banner across the top of the webpage.
A picture of Melody Summers smiling through bright-red lipsticked lips,
lying on black satin bed-linen wearing heavy makeup, a red basque trimmed
with black lace, black stockings and high heels, was underneath the
banner.
'Michelle is one of our beautiful young professional ladies who will cater
to your every whim. She's a classy lady with an appetite for the exotic.'
Was the text written below her photograph.
"Is that you? Are you the 'Michelle' in the picture?" John smiled at
Melody like a crocodile.
Adele flew to her feet.
"Objection your honour, none of this was presented during discovery,"
Adele pleaded.
"Your honour really? If the plaintiff's client doesn't disclose her
employment either past or present to her lawyer, is it really up to the
defendants counsel to do so?" John Murray said smugly.
"Yeah I know; overruled." Adele exhaled loudly and sat down.
"You are sailing close to contempt of court Ms Edwards," the Judge warned
Adele.
"Overruled." He made his decision as expected.
"Is that you? Are you the 'Michelle' in the picture?" John asked Melody
again.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Louder, for the record please," the Judge said.
"Yes," Melody said.
There was a murmur from the gallery.
"Your honour. May I request a short recess so that I may prepare for this
unexpected evidence?" Adele's voice was very respectful.
The judge looked at his watch. It was eleven thirty.
"The court will recess for lunch and proceedings will continue at one
o'clock this afternoon." The Judge rapped his gavel.
*****
"So you never thought to tell us that you were a hooker?" Adele paced the
floor of the small conference room.
"I'm not a hooker; I'm a callgirl and so what? What has that got to do
with anything?" Melody snapped back.
"Oh nothing honey. Everyone feels sorry for the sad little streetwalker,
forced to sell her body to survive. But not everyone loves 'Michelle' who
works for Executive Encounters and earns twelve hundred dollars every time
she blows a suit!" Adele replied sarcastically.
"Hey, hey, hey! We're on the same team here! Let's settle down and
formulate a strategy to deal with this mess." Celia Bettany kept a cool
head.
Adele was still pacing up and down. Then she stopped and sat down next to
Melody; Adele took her hand.
"You're right and I'm sorry. I'm going to have to try to diffuse this on
redirect," she said calmly.
"There's something else." Melody blushed and looked down at her feet.
*****
"Your honour. After interviewing my client during the adjournment, the
plaintiff's counsel will stipulate that my client did in fact work for the
agency known as Executive Encounters and was paid for her sexual services.
This changes nothing regarding the accusations levied at the defendants,"
Adele read a prepared statement.
"Very well Ms Edwards, but we will let the jury decide what evidence is
pertinent to their deliberations, not you," the Judge admonished Adele but
she had saved her client the indignity of answering a string of questions
regarding her employment as a call girl.
"Thank you your honour." Adele took her small victory and sat waiting for
the axe to fall.
"So Ms Summers, having stipulated that you worked for Executive Encounters
as a callgirl, did you ever meet any of my clients in that capacity before
the evening you claimed you were assaulted?" John Murray was looking
forward to the next line of questioning.
Adele knew what was coming; Melody had admitted to Adele and Celia just
exactly what was currently being asked of her. Adele had told Melody to
tell the truth and hold back nothing; Adele would do her best on redirect.
"Yes, Mitch... Mr Brooks had used my services twice before," Melody said
emotionlessly.
"And did you enjoy these encounters with Mr Brooks?" John heard Adele's
chair scrape as she rose to object.
"Withdrawn your honour." He'd made his point.
"And where you working for Executive Encounters the night of the cocktail
party?" John asked, driving home his advantage.
"No. As I already said, I received an invitation to the party," Melody
replied curtly.
"An anonymous invitation?" John raised his brows.
"An anonymous invitation to a party where you met up with a previous
client who took you into a room to share your favours with his friends
against your will?" John Murray smiled smugly.
"Objection. The counsellor is testifying." Adele scored a minor point
when her objection was sustained.
"One final question Ms Summers. Do you know this gentleman?" John pressed
the clicker.
The Executive Encounters banner remained on the screen but the picture
changed.
The image of a shirtless handsome and tanned and muscular young man
wearing a Stetson, jeans and cowboy boots appeared on the screen. He was
smiling at the camera looking confident and virile.
The caption read: 'Roy swings both ways and is extremely talented whether
riding or being ridden. Available for both men and women, ask for Roy if
you want some good ole' Texas hospitality.'
"Do you know this man?" John asked.
"No. Why should I?" Melody looked puzzled.
"It's just that he works for the same agency. Never mind; question
withdrawn." John glared at Adele as he strode confidently back to the
defence table.
Adele baulked. Where had John Murray got his information?
"Who is that guy?" Celia asked Adele?
"I don't know. Why should I?" Adele hissed.
"I know when you're lying to me Adele, you know that." Celia patted
Adele's leg tenderly under the table.
Adele blushed.
"It's a long story and not for today ok?" Adele smiled wanly at Celia who
smiled back and nodded.
"Redirect your honour?" Adele got to her feet.
"You've told the court what happened to you in that room on the night of
the cocktail party. Do you wish to recant or change any of your testimony
given the cross examination by the defence?" Adele asked confidently.
"Not a thing," Melody Summers replied just as confidently.
"What about the evidence that you knew one of the defendants in your
capacity as high class call girl?" Adele opened the door for Melody to
explain.
"Mitchell Brooks was nice to me both times I met him professionally. To
some extent her was even nice to me for a little while on the night I was
assaulted but he still did what he did." Melody blushed.
"But he still assaulted you?" Adele wanted Melody to confirm her previous
testimony.
"Yes they all did. I asked them to stop and they didn't, I might have
been forced to experience pleasure during some of it, but it was what it
was." Melody began to cry.
To be continued
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