MATURE4K. Courtroom Chaos. Part 1
Part 1: The Subpoena
The gavel slammed down, echoing through the grand old courtroom. “Order!” the judge bellowed, her grey bun quivering with annoyance. “Mr. Novak, control your client or I’ll have her removed!”
In the defendant’s box sat fruits-and-nuts Barbie, or as she was known in the business, Sonya Novak, prime Hungarian MILF and starlet of Euro porn’s golden age. Her impassive face betrayed no hint of the inner turmoil raging within. This was her moment, her chance to reclaim the limelight, even if it was in a kangaroo court like this.
Her not-so-secret weapon leaned over and whispered, “Remember the plan.” Anton, her attorney and off-screen lover, looked damn fine in his Italian suit. His boyish charm had won her more than a few choice roles back in the day.
Sonya sniffed, crossing her ample legs under the box. Damn these American judges for not allowing the comfort of lingerie. She’d love to tap her toes to that claw-foot gavel.
The circus began with the entrance of the accuser, Barbie 2.0 -Charisma-be-damned Jessica Trainer, prime fuckdoll and Sonya’s former protege. The little strumpet actually had the audacity to wave at Sonya before sashaying (oh, to be young again) over to her table and plopping down.
“Miss Trainer! A little decorum, please.” The judge gave a withering look that would have made any self-respecting stripper recall her university days. Jessica merely giggled. Sonya fought the urge to roll her eyes. Clearly, the new guard hadn’t taught her properly.
“Counselors, you may call your first witness.”
Anton rose, buttoning his blazer. “Your honor, the defense calls Markummy Van Damme, retired NFL star and the corporate defendant.”
Gasps echoed through the crowd. Sonya smirked. Let’s see Barbie 2.0 try to top that.
A veritable pillar of man-meat strode in, his bulging muscles straining against the designer suit. Every female’s eyes in the room followed, lust clouding their judgement. Even the judge, stone-cold career bitch that she was, let out a small gasp. Yes, even power buzzkills need a sweet piece of prime beef now and again.
Markummy took the stand, swore to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, and promptly sat with the poise of a three-hundred-pound linebacker balancing on a fern. The room was suddenly damn hot.
“Mr. Van Damme, my client claims that you had sexual relations with my client, Miss Jessica Trainer, without consent on multiple occasions. Is this true?”
“Hell yeah it is! That little minx was like a cat in heat, always crawlin’ on me, y’know? She wanted somethin’ I had, and she wasn’t gonna stop ’till she got it.”
“You mean…” Anton cleared his throat. “You’re saying you had no idea that Miss Trainer was drunk and unconscious when these alleged encounters took place?”
“Psshh, of course I didn’t know! I’m not a monster, man. But she felt alive and kickin’, if y’know what I’m sayin’. And she…um, never told me no.”
“Let me rephrase: You were aware that my client, Jessica Trainer, was heavily intoxicated during these encounters, yet you continued?”
“Kind of? I mean, she looked like a fuckin’ Mardi Gras float, but she seemed into it, man.”
“Counsel, please! Keep your language in check! Or I’ll–”
But it was too late. Sonya used that moment to slip her high-heel pump off and begin rubbing her shapely calf with it. Anton caught her eye and nearly tripped over his tongue. Sonya winked and slowly satisfied her needs with the glittery gemstone.
God, she missed the power. The former age queen smiled to herself. Let the circus begin.
Originally posted on Reddit r/teenagers
