Naked Justice - Part 1 of 3

I've had an insanely busy week at work, so this story is going up late. Hopefully, it's worth it though for all of my VIPs who will get to see the inspiration for this story stripped down on the private server. One of our very own sexy members here messaged me with an idea, and once I had the time to sit down in front of my computer, I was able to quickly write it in one session. Stay tuned for the second part later this week!

“I find the defendant guilty, and sentencing will take place in one week. Court is adjourned.”

Putting on a resolute face, I began packing up my briefcase as the bailiff took my client away. I had done everything that I could to prevent this verdict even though he was one-hundred percent guilty. The only surprise was that this trial had ever happened.

Lucas Eversold was a powerful financier who had never been told no a day in his life, and for the first time, he was facing consequences for all of the financial crimes that he’d been committing. I had been hired by his company to defend him, but the writing was on the wall as soon as a trial date had been set. Everyone in New York knew what he’d been doing for years, but no one had ever officially caught him until now.

I wasn’t sure what he was feeling in this moment, but if he was like me, then he was putting up a front. He seemed confident as he walked out of the courtroom, and right before the bailiff closed the door behind them, he turned towards me and smirked. As hard as I probably tried, I don’t think that I was able to hide my emotions this time as a shiver ran down my spine.

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One week later, I was back at the courthouse, checking my email in the small office that I shared. On the top floor, there were two long parallel hallways- one housed the permanent, nicer offices for the judges, and the other held smaller offices for lawyers to share when they had a trial in session. Mine was shared with three other lawyers, and it consisted of a desk that had seen better days, two mismatched chairs, and a lamp that only worked about half the time. None of that mattered though since we all had actual offices with floor to ceiling windows and furniture that was far too expensive at our firms… well it hadn’t mattered until today.

There was a knock on the door, and right after I stood up, my guest let himself in. There was a man that I’d never met before standing there beside Lucas. My client was dressed in the standard black and white striped prison uniform, and his wrists were handcuffed in front of him. He looked too calm for a man who was about to find out whether he’d be spending up to twenty-five years of his life locked up, and I wondered if he had bribed the judge.

“Mr. Alexander, it’s so good to see you again.”

“Mr. Eversold, I’m hoping for the best possible outcome in today’s sentencing.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are.” I would be shaking if I was in his shoes, but he calmly sat down in one of the chairs, crossing one leg over the other. “My biggest issue now is that I just can’t get used to the tailoring in these pants. Far too baggy.”

“These are just temporary- if you are incarcerated, you’ll be wearing nicer outfits. The goal is for that not to happen though.”

As if- he should be given the maximum sentence.

“I hope you’re right, but truly, it has been a rough week. Do you know how that feels?”

“You know that I do not.”

“Then, I think it’s time for some further education. Jones?”

I wasn’t aware of a bailiff here with that name, but he must be new. He walked towards me as if to say something, but he stayed silent as he ripped the suit jacket from my shoulders.

“What are you doing?!”

The fabric had been torn right down the middle, and it fell to the floor in tattered pieces. I tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go in the tiny office. Falling into the other chair, Lucas’s henchman took the opportunity to pull open my belt before ripping open the zipper of my slacks. My pants were pulled off my body in one motion, and I was left in my shoes and socks.

Jumping up, I tried to run towards the door, but I didn’t make it one step before being manhandled again. I was held there with my arms painfully forced behind my back, and I had no other options but to beg now.

“Listen Lucas, release me now, and I will ask the judge about letting you change before the trial. Deal?”

“Why should I trust you now after you lost my case? It’s over for you in this town, Alexander.”

With a snap of his fingers, my arms were released, but that was only so the buff man behind me could grab onto my shirt and rip every button off. My hairy, tanned chest was revealed to the grinning man in front of me, and I was now left standing there in only accessories.

My tie was still on, and my thin socks were pulled up high on my toned calves. The only clothing that I had left in between them was a pair of old boxer briefs that I was now regretting grabbing this morning.

“Mr. Alexander, I expected better of you. Brown plaid? You should wear underwear befitting of your profession.”

“I clearly didn’t expect anyone to see them here today.”

“And I didn’t expect to be sentenced today either, so I guess neither of us got what they wanted.”

His face was still relaxed, but he couldn’t mask the fire in his eyes as he looked at me.

“Please, let me call someone to bring us both clothes- don’t make me walk outside like this.”

“Who do you take me for? I’m just trying to intimidate you- I have no intention of letting you walk out of your office like this.”

The first hint of relief crept in, but it would be short-lived.

“You won’t be leaving with your underwear- Jones, take them off.”

Before I could come up with some other bargain, I heard the elastic ripping as my last shred of dignity was torn from my body. I was now naked in my open office, and I was too shocked to even cover myself.

“I’ll see you downstairs in a few minutes… if you show up.”

And with that, Lucas stepped into the hallway as his henchman lifted my laptop and folded it until the screen snapped off. My phone was next, shattered under his foot.

Finally, it was quiet, but I had no idea what I would do next…