Filthy Lpo Conducts A Thorough Cavity Search On A Real Lawyer

“Filthy Lopez Conducts a Thorough Cavity Search on a Real Lawyer: An American Kinky Adventure”

The office door clicked shut with a authoritative thud. Alone once more, Filthy Lopez leaned back in her chair, arms folded behind her head, feet propped up on the desk. She smirked, glancing at the busty brunette lawyer rimming her eyes in the mirror. “Ms. Steinberg, a pleasure as always.” Filthy purred, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Janice Steinberg turned, her silk blouse shimmering under the fluorescent lights. “Lopez, I don’t have time for your games.” She snapped. “My oral examination is today. I need to go over my notes.” Her heels clicked across the hardwood floor, stopping at the desk’s edge.

Filthy’s tongue trailed along her glossy lips, eyes trailing Janice’s curves. “Indeed, you have an important day ahead.” She drawled, standing. “But first, I insist on conducting a pat-down search.” Janice’s eyes widened. “Pat-down?! That’s uncalled for! I’m a lawyer, not a criminal!”

Filthy’s grin widened, circling the desk. “Small prices to pay for a fair trial, wouldn’t you say?” Her hands slid over Janice’s silk jacket. Janice shivered, despite herself. “Q-quickly then!”

Filthy dragged her palms down Janice’s arms, fingers teasing her wrists, before skimming over her chest. Janice gasped, nipples stiffening beneath her bra. “Goodness, so responsive.” Filthy whispered in her ear. “You’re going to make a wonderful defendant.”

Janice gulped, thighs squeezing together. Filthy smirked, reaching for her belt. “Let’s hope those heels are secure.” She pulled, revealing a black lace thong. Janice blushed furiously, hands balling into fists. “Hey!”

Filthy chuckled darkly, pressing Janice face first against the desk. Janice tensed, palms flat on the wood. Filthy’s mouth met her nape, tongue flicking over her skin. “I suggest you submit.” Her breath was hot on Janice’s neck. “They’re going to give you a thorough groping, if not worse. You should practice being compliant.”

Janice’s body trembled, mind reeling. “No, I- I don’t…you can’t…” Her protests disintegrated into a moan as Filthy’s hand slipped into her panties, fingers stroking her slick folds. “Fuck.”

Filthy’s satisfied hum reverberated down Janice’s spine, her other hand unbuttoning Janice’s blouse. The expensive silk fell open, revealing her heaving breasts, barely contained by her lace bra. “What a prize.” Filthy breathed, thumbing Janice’s nipples.

Janice bucked, lost in sensation, blouse sliding off her shoulders. Filthy pushed her bra up, tweaking her stiff peaks. “And to think, they’ll get these during the pat down. Pinching and tugging.” She purred, rolling Janice’s nipples between her fingers. Janice sobbed, soaking her panties.

Filthy’s fingers returned to Janice’s clit, rubbing quick circles. “Remember, you have to do exactly as they say. Open your mouth. Lift your skirt. Spread your legs.” She thrust two fingers into Janice’s dripping cunt without warning. “Fuck~!”

Janice writhing against the desk, nails scraping the wood. Filthy kept thrusting, curling her fingers, hitting Janice’s g-spot. Janice arched, thighs squeezing, clenching around her fingers. “Come on, Steinberg.” Filthy hissed. “Show me how you’re going to take it. For the jury.”

Her thumb rubbed Janice’s clit, fast and hard. Janice shook, keening, building to a climax. “Fuck, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” She squealed as Filthy scissored her fingers, stretching her, pushing her past the edge.

Janice came hard, squirting, thighs spasming. Filthy immediately plunged her tongue into Janice’s mouth, muffling her cries. She swallowed Janice’s moans, fingers pumping. Janice rode out her orgasm, limp and trembling.

Filthy finally slowed, drawing back. Janice slumped on the desk, breathing hard. Filthy licked her lips, savoring Janice’s mingled flavor. Janice’s eyes fluttered open. “The-their hands will feel like that?” She stammered.

Filthy smirked, wiping her chin with her thumb. “Oh, it’s nothing compared to what’s coming.” Her grin widened at Janice’s horrified look. “Cheer up! You never know, they might like you. Let you off with just a spanking.” She winked.

Janice shuddered, fumbling with her flustered uniform. Filthy watched, satisfied, until Janice had reshaped herself. “You’re going to be wonder as the defendant.” She purred, taking Janice’s chin.

Janice met her eyes, cheeks flaming. “Get used to it, Steinberg.” Filthy released her, confidence renewed. “Your team is counting on you to win that trial. No matter what dirty tricks they throw at you.”

Janice squared her shoulders, smoothing her skirt down. The trial room grew larger in her mind’s eye, its walls closing in. But she was a fighter. And for her team, she’d gladly take what was dealt.

She met Filthy’s gaze once more, resolve hardening. “I will.”