Part Thirty-One
On the Friday of that week, all three of them were in court together, Jo for the prosecution, George for the defence, and John on the bench as usual. This occasionally provided some friction between the three of them, no matter how much they tried not to discuss the case outside of court. When pushed, neither Jo nor George would ever give up the chance to argue their point, sometimes making John feel the urge to bang their heads together. Jo had been relatively quiet since Henry's funeral on Wednesday, which was probably why she and George hadn't yet gotten around to arguing about this case. But by Friday lunchtime, George's nerves were becoming distinctly frazzled. She was well aware that her case was slipping through her fingers, and no matter how good Jo's arguments might be, that didn't mean George had to like it.
Foregoing her usual cigarette at the beginning of the lunchtime adjournment, she waited until she saw Coope heading for the canteen, and made her way up to John's chambers. When he bade her to enter, she found him sitting at his desk, finishing a ham sandwich and reading some papers. "I thought it might be you," He said, wiping his fingers on his handkerchief and coming over to her. "My client is going to fire me at this rate," She said, sounding thoroughly despondent. "And I can't even be cross about it." "That's the name of the game, George," He told her, enfolding her in his arms. "I know," She said miserably. "It just gets a bit wearing sometimes, that's all." "You used to find fighting for a living a real turn on," He said, gently kissing her. "I know, and I still do, just not with Jo. Fighting with you was always different somehow." "That's because the making up is different," He told her between increasingly fervent kisses. "With you and me, the bigger the fight, the harder and more furious the making up. You can't ever have that sort of sex with Jo, so the fighting can't ever be neutralised so satisfactorily." Her nipples began to harden in response to his enchanting little lecture, and as he pulled her fast against him, he could feel them almost grazing his torso. "You really are in a bad way," He mocked her lasciviously. "Becoming quite so aroused whilst in a judge's presence, really is a most punishable offence." "You'll have me as wet as that street out there if you're not careful," She said a little unsteadily, as the rain pattered against the window. But as John softly laughed, and brought a hand up to begin deftly massaging her left breast, George realised that she wasn't the only one in a significant state of arousal.
"See, I said you would get it back, now didn't I," She said in delight, moving her slim thigh up against him. John just stared down at her in shock. She was right, he couldn't believe it. After the last couple of weeks of perpetually fretting that he wouldn't ever again be able to satisfy his women, he was actually as hard as a rock, he was whole again! "You're an angel," He told her ecstatically. "I think this calls for a little celebration on your part," She said, with a gleam in her eye as she persuaded him in the direction of the sofa. "The last person I did that with in here was Francesca Rochester," John told her, realising her intention. "Which is why I intend this to be entirely different," George told him firmly. "I can seriously outweigh that scheming little bitch for behaving badly, any day of the week." John laughed. "That's true enough," He replied, sinking down onto the sofa. "Before I ruin my reputation entirely, are there still cameras in here?" She asked, knowing that this was how he and Francesca had been originally found out. "There's only one, but I covered it up a long time ago." When she sank to her knees, showing him precisely what she intended to do, he said, "Are you sure?" "Well, I would really rather you were sat on your throne in court, but I suppose here will have to do," She said almost dismissively. "You're priceless," He said with a smirk, as she reached to undo his flies. Oh, god, that first touch of her lips on his firm column of flesh, felt incredible, almost as though he was experiencing it for the very first time. He couldn't quite believe they were here, in his chambers, and she was doing this to him of all things. But then his beautiful little minx always had loved to behave extremely badly.
Once Jo had smoked a cigarette and had something to eat, she thought that she might as well kill the remainder of her time by going to see John. She needed something to calm her down before the afternoon's session, and some of his usual charm would probably do the trick. Seeing that Coope was engaged in eating lunch with some of the other clerks, Jo waved to her, and walked up the stairs. It didn't occur to her that John might not be alone, so giving a brief perfunctory knock on his door, she opened it without further ado. The sight that greeted her, made her temporarily speechless. John was lounging on the sofa, with a look of sheer bliss on his face, and George was kneeling between his slightly parted thighs, nothing of what she was doing being left to the imagination. Jo just stared. Never in her wildest dreams could she have thought something like this would look quite so erotic. Looking up at her with a broad smile, John simply said, "If you're staying, please come in and close the door. I don't want the world and his wife for an audience." Coming back to her senses, Jo did just that, absent-mindedly pushing the lock home as she did so.
Sitting down on the sofa beside John, she leaned over and kissed him. "You look a lot happier," She said with a warm smile. "Do you blame me?" He countered back, trying to keep his voice steady, which was becoming more and more difficult under George's ministrations. "I take it you found the cure then?" "So it would seem," Jon replied, his voice deeper than usual. Reaching out a hand, Jo gently touched George's cheek. "Do you have any idea how incredible you look?" She asked, though not really expecting an answer. George just smiled up at her, smirking as she flicked out a delicate pink tongue, making John suck in a breath through his teeth at the sensation of it flickering over his skin.
George really began to get into her stride now that Jo was here, delighting in the opportunity to show off one of her talents. Jo's eyes widened when she saw just how far back into her throat George could take him, withdrawing in turn to just the tip. John had his arm around Jo by now, and was softly kissing her, the combined attentions of his two favourite women, making his desire all the more intense. Jo didn't think she'd ever seen something sexual quite so expertly done, and part of her wished that she too could do that for him. When George's movements became rhythmically faster, John's left hand rested on her shoulder as though to steady her. Jo's eyes focused on what George was doing, not entirely having believed that anyone would do this until now. John groaned luxuriously into Jo's mouth as he came, George taking in everything he had to offer.
Afterwards, as John fastened his trousers, George got swiftly to her feet, and knocked back the half mug of tea that was sitting on John's desk. When she put the mug down and turned back to face them, they were both smiling at her. "Do you feel more like your old self now?" She asked John, slightly ruffling his hair. "If I had more time," He told her lasciviously, pulling her down onto his knee. "Neither of you would be getting out of here unscathed." "Well, you'll have to wait until the end of the afternoon, won't you," Jo said with a broad grin. "I could just construct a reason to cancel court for this afternoon," John suggested lightly, knowing that he wouldn't ever cancel court for such a reason. "Now that, might be a punishable offence," George replied with a laugh, kissing him lingeringly. "And as I'm going to be aroused to the point of internal combustion for the next few hours, you can bloody well wait till later." "I'm sure I could alleviate your difficulty right here and now, for both of you," He promised seductively, and Jo noticed his right hand slowly edging its way up the inside of George's skirt. "Stop it," George told him smartly, slapping his hand away. "You've got an entire weekend to make up for lost time, so I'm sure a couple of hours won't do you any harm."