"ALL RISE!" The bailiff announced to the full courtroom.
Lisa stood up along with Dave and waited for the judge to enter the courtroom. Lisa smiled as she saw Judge Lilian Garcia take her place at the bench. Lilian was known to be a strict judge and very short with lawyers and clients who wasted her time. She was a petite woman but her demeanor expected nothing but respect. Lisa had to admit that she was attracted by the power and beauty that Lilian had. Plus, the fact that she was a blonde Latina made Lisa feel all sorts of tingly.
"You may be seated." Lilian announced to the courtroom.
Lisa prepared herself with more hours of tedious and mundane testimony. Today she felt "lucky" that the prosecution called their own mental psychologists to testify on her mental state. Because they know me so well, right?
As Lisa began to write again some more on her notebook, she reminisced to a time where things weren't that bad—when she never thought about being on trial for her husband's murder. It was the first time that her and Randy caught each other's eye.
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It was a Tuesday evening and Randy just got off from work. His first day that the law office was a strenuous one—new clients, old cases and much unnecessary bullshit that plagued his day. But all of that was expected for a new and upcoming young lawyer, fresh out of law school. The new lawyers always received the brunt of the workload, working ridiculous hours and being the whipping boys of the firm partners.
Randy loved it all and was hungry for more. He prided himself on having plethora of knowledge from studying numerous court cases and could easily cite one pertinent to another case on the spot. His quick mind helped him negotiate a hefty six figure salary—something no new lawyer has done.
Above all, he was strikingly handsome with intense blue eyes, a body like Adonis, and an undeniable swagger that commanded attention—whether or not you want to give it to him.
As he drove home, he decided to stop by the local strip spot, Purrfection. It was close to his home and besides the delicious eye candy, Purrfection was also known for their drinks. When Randy entered the bar, he noticed it was filled to near capacity. Patrons were standing alongside the walls and none of the booths were available.
Randy took a spot at the bar and ordered a brandy. "Pretty busy for a Tuesday, isn't it?" He asked the bartender.
Michael Cole served Randy's drink and nodded towards the stage. "It's always busy when Kink performs."
"Kink? Like K-I-N-K?"
"Yep, she's our star act, the crowd favorite." Michael replied as the lights dimmed. The place instantly became quiet. The booming bass line echoed throughout the tiny club.
Suddenly, with a shone spotlight on her, Lisa seemingly appeared out of nowhere, She was wearing a suit and tie boyshort-outfit that barely covered her ass. She had long blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and pouty pink lips that had every man fantasize what they would look like on their cocks.
She seductively walked down the stage, swaying her body to the hypnotic rhythm, slowly undressing and teasing. As Lisa looked around the club, she saw the familiar patrons—the husbands who obviously lied to their wives; the businessmen, who flashed dollar bills from the moment they stepped inside; and the female admirers, who wanted just a taste of her.
But Lisa noticed someone different. She noticed the tall guy with model features and the blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in darkness. Ooh, a new one! She slowly began to perform specifically for Randy, giving him his own strip show just for him in front a crowd of 75 people.
Randy wasn't complaining. Lisa was sex, from head to toe. From her beautiful and soft breasts that called his attention; to her toned abs with a tantalizing belly ring; to her long, sleek legs; to her perfectly rounded ass. He wanted her—and he wanted her something bad.
As she finished up her show, Lisa gathered the money from the floor and went into the back room. Randy turned to Michael and inquired about her. "That Kink—does she give private dances?"
"She does, but as you can tell, she's real popular. You might have to wait."
No, I don't wait for anyone. "Alright, thanks for the tip." Randy slid a ten to Michael and patiently waited for Lisa's reappearance.
When Lisa did appear from behind the back room, she was wearing just a bikini top and boyshorts. All of the men anxiously had twenty-dollar bills out ready for her to choose them for a lap dance but she was more interested in the new guy. Randy managed to find a spot against the wall and he caught Lisa's attention.
She walked over to him and stood directly in front of him. "Hey stranger, I haven't seen you around here before."
"I'm new." Randy replied.
"I noticed. Probably why I said, 'Hey stranger, I haven't seen you around here before.'" Lisa smiled.
She's fine and she's smart. I like this one. "Cute." He smirked.
"I know." She winked. "May I interest you in a lap dance?"
Randy pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and Lisa's eyes instantly lit up. "I want my monies worth."
Lisa quickly snatched the bill from Randy and grabbed his left hand. "You got it."
She led Randy to a private room. This was the area for the VIPs, with the chenille sofas, champagne chilled and an exotic selection of fruits and cheese on a nearby tray. The room was dimly lit and there were candles everywhere. There was a small stereo system in the corner with a vast array of CDs.
"I like to be up close and personal with my clients, so what's your name?" Lisa asked.
"Randy, Randy Orton." He replied as he snacked on a strawberry.
"Nice to meet you, Randy." She smiled.
"May I ask what your legal name is?"
"My legal name?" Lisa smirked. "Sounds like we have a lawyer on our hands."
Randy nodded. "Yes, I am. Just started."
"Good to know." Lisa said.
Randy took a spot on the sofa and waited patiently for Lisa to get prepared. She put on a CD and began to move her body to the rhythm. She chose a fast song to strip to and Randy noticed. It was "Rock Your Body" by Justin Timberlake.
"Kinda of a fast song for a private dance, isn't it?" Randy inquired.
Lisa straddled Randy and whispered in his right ear. "My dance, my money, my music." She then got off him and began to dance to the song again.
She rolled her hips to the pounding beat and hypnotically shook her hips. She tossed her head around and bent over to show Randy up close and personal—her best assets.
Randy wasn't a fan of pop music, namely anything associated with a boy band. But Lisa instantly made him want to go out and buy Justin Timberlake's latest CD.
"Talk to me, boy." Lisa mouthed as she straddled Randy yet again. "Talk to me, boy."
Randy was increasingly fighting a hard-on that was building in his slacks but Lisa felt it and grinded against Randy's lap even more. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and she was loving the power she was getting by manipulating yet another man. "Talk to me, boy."
Randy knew the no-touch policy was in effect and strictly abided by those rules. The last thing he needed was a civil lawsuit against him brought against a stripper. "Uh, uh, uh."
She ripped open Randy's shirt to reveal his very-impressive muscular build. "I'll have you naked by the end of this song." Lisa then nibbled on one of Randy's earlobes. She then moved his hands to her backside as she continued to grind on him. "You like how I'm riding you, Randy? You like how my ass feels? " She whispered.
Randy nodded his head violently as if he couldn't get any words out.
Lisa giggled. "Good." Soon, the song ended and Lisa climbed off Randy. She poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to Randy. She then handed the hundred dollar bill back to Randy. "Here."
"Why are you giving this to me?"
"Well, you're going to need to buy another shirt and I'm pretty sure what you're wearing was expensive."
Randy brushed off Lisa's gesture. "Save the money. I'm sure you're going to need it to buy school books, child care, or whatever you need to do support yourself."
Lisa shook her head. Randy—just like everyone else—has heard of every tired excuse all strippers have used at some point or another. Lisa would be lying if she said she hasn't used the same excuses, herself. "Not in school, don't have any children, and I'm supporting myself just fine."
Randy glanced back at Lisa. "How about this? I'll let you buy me another shirt as long as I get a date with you."
Lisa wasn't surprised. She always had guys begging her to go out with them and she got a thrill shooting them down. "I don't date clients, Orton."
"I don't date strippers, Kink."
"The name is Lisa, Lisa Hernandez."
"Well, then. Since we got to know each other on a first-name basis, and I'm offering to take you out somewhere nice instead of Burger King and a movie, what's your offer?"
Lisa was surprised. Randy challenged her in the same manner that she challenged all of her clients. "One date, and that's it. But I'm letting you know right now—don't expect any ass."
Randy nodded. "Deal."
Lisa smiled. "Good."
And that was the beginning of the end.
