Jay and Carly Bk 2 Ch 21

Light on sex but big on a couple key bombshells. Maybe there's finally a light at the end of the tunnel for Jay. Or maybe the ADA is going to be extra pissed. Which will it be?

“You’re married to Michelle?” I hissed, irrational anger bubbling up.

“You know my wife?”

“The ADA? Yeah… you might say that.”

Katrina, clearly misreading the reason for my panic, waved her hand, “She’s fine… we have an open-ish relationship… she knows I need a good dick every now and then.”

“Does she know about your little blackmail fetish?” Louise asked, suddenly every bit as angry as I was, if not more so. I put my hand on her shoulder trying to slightly calm the situation down.

“Of course… why do you think I married her? We roleplay that she’s blackmailed me into all kinds of things. It’s not really her thing… but fuck if she doesn’t get my engine revving when she talks all legal and stuff.”

“Fuck,” I said, finally getting my belt on. That’s when I heard a voice that made my blood run cold. “Katrina, are you still back here?”

“Yeah, baby,” she said before looking at me and her voice dying in her throat as she saw my expression.

“She’s going to bury me,” I said. “She’s already coming after me.”

Suddenly it was like a light switched on, “Wait… are you the polygamist?”

“Alleged bigamist,” Carly said, a sassy smile across her face. How could she not be freaking out right now?

“Oh… Ohhhh,” Katrina said. She smoothed out her shirt just as the door swung open. The ADA was looking at some notes in her hand as she walked in.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had…” suddenly her eyes drifted up and her brain caught up to her mouth as she realized who she was looking at, “Kat… what are THEY doing here?” She made no attempt to hide the danger in her voice. I felt like she’d stab me and figure out the rest later if she really needed to.

Fortunately, Louise came to the rescue, “We’re sorry Ms. Hughes. Katrina is my professor and one of Jay’s… girlfriends,” she said, lowering her voice conspiratorially, “gave a lecture tonight. I wanted to talk to the Professor about it.”

Katrina did her best not to look like a cat caught with the canary and mostly succeeded. Michelle seemed to buy the explanation, the fact that Louise was wearing head to toe UM colors probably did a pretty good job of selling it.

“I want some time with my wife now. If you could leave us alone,” Michelle said.

“Of course… no problem at all,” I said, “We’ll walk you back to your dorm, Louise. You okay with that Carly?” I asked, concerned over how much she’d done tonight.

“Of course, Master,” she said, again grinning as if nothing in the world was wrong.

Michelle ground her teeth at the appellation but said nothing. I grabbed the girls and pulled them into the hallway, hurrying them towards the exit.

“You really had to say that then and there?”

“I always call you that. Fuck the world and fuck her,” Carly said.

“I bet Mr. S could fuck her if he wanted to.”

“Of course he could Louise. My Master can fuck any woman he wants. He just has to put his mind to it.”

I groaned and hurried the girls to the elevator as fast as I could. “What’s the rush Mr. S?”

“Well… Your professor is still full of my cum and not wearing a bra. You think the ADA is THAT unobservant?”

“Good point, Master,” Carly said and quickened her pace. I couldn’t wait to get out of this building. The three of us hurried quickly, eager to get to the elevator and out of the building. I'm pretty sure I held my breath involuntarily until we finally exited the building and I know my heart rate didn't return to normal until we were pulling out of the parking lot.

Less than five minutes later we pulled up to Louise's dorm. I hopped out of the car and opened the door for her, eliciting giggles from both girls before Louise seductively lifted herself from the car, giving me quite the eyeful as she did. I kissed her hard, pressing her into the frame as my hands wandered aggressively. She practically melted into me, molding her body and allowing herself to be guided by my touch. I marveled at how submissive she'd become in just a few months. There were still hints of the bratty little nymphet I first met but it was muted and more playful now.

"You'll be like 30 minutes behind us?"

"Yeah. We'll head over there as soon as Natalie comes back."

"Excellent. Enjoy the car ride… but not too much."

"Best behavior, Master. 90 minutes of edging and zero orgasms."

"Good girl," I said and Louise beamed proudly.

Carly moved to the front of the car slightly awkwardly and I pulled us out into the main street moments later. "How do you think that went tonight?"

"Incredibly well, Master. Other than the DA's involvement."

"Yeah… that… that's gonna be a problem."

"Maybe not. Maybe you can get her removed for a conflict of interest?"

I nodded, considering the possibility, "Maybe. But maybe her deputy is even more gung-ho."

Carly nodded, agreeing with the possibility. "We'll figure it out, Jay."

I smiled at her softly. She so rarely said my name that when she did it was like magic. "Want to grab something to eat on the way out of town?"

"Burger King?" she asked, excitedly.

"You are such a weirdo, my love."

She beamed and rubbed her belly, "The baby wants some onion rings and BK Big Fish tartar sauce."

I nearly threw up in my mouth but maintained my composure and drove towards the nearest purveyor of grease. You can't argue with a pregnant woman's taste buds. As she virtually inhaled her grotesque meal, we had a shockingly normal conversation. I know it sounds odd but Carly and I actually have a lot of those. I don’t convey them always because, well, I know my audience, but sometimes we just nerd out and talk about the shows we’re watching or the state of the newest avatar to be released in League of the Smiting Ancients. On this particular occasion, we passed nearly the entire trip discussing who the best Star Trek Captains were. We obviously removed Picard from the equation because that’s just too easy. The result was a big fight between whether or not Anson Mount’s Pike was better than Janeway or not.

As we pulled into the driveway, the conversation continued, “Are you kidding me? Janeway was stranded in an entirely separate quadrant of the galaxy!” I said.

“It’s the Delta quadrant, Master,” she said, managing to somehow be both condescending AND submissive.

“You think I don’t know that?” I said waving my arms, “That’s not the point.”

“No… the point is she did normal Captain things in a hard situation. Pike sees his future, Master. A future of unimaginable pain and a horrible life… and he chooses to accept that just so he can save others.”

I rolled my eyes, “You know they’re going to write it differently. Let him find a way out.”

She shrugged, “Doesn’t change the fact that Pike does it anyways.”

We walked into the house and noticed the silence. Normally Victoria or Sasha would be here to greet us so their absence was surprising. “Did they go shopping?” I asked, tossing my keys onto the table.

“Nope,” Carly said and giggled. Her delicate fingers were pointing out the back window and I could see Victoria laying naked at the pool while a leather hooded woman serviced her spread legs. It was obviously Sasha, who else could it be, after all. Her hands and ankles were bound together by rope as she pleasured my sexretary.

“Looks like Victoria has made a friend.”

“They get on very well,” Carly said, watching them as she slowly stripped off her own clothes. I wasn’t surprised because Carly liked being naked as much as possible these days given her advancing pregnancy. “Should we join them, Master?”

I looked out at the two gorgeous women. Victoria’s eyes were covered by her sunglasses but her open mouth and clenched fists told me her orgasm couldn’t be far away. I shook my head, “No… I’ve had my fun today, why don’t we just relax and play watch something?” I said.

“Watching something with me isn’t fun, Master?” Carly said with faux insecurity.

Before I could answer, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and looked at the caller. My lawyer. Great. “Hey, it’s Jay,” I said, not sure what to expect.

“What the hell did you do?” came the irritated voice of Mr. Stackhouse.

“Uhh…,” I started but he continued.

“No… you know what. Don’t tell me. The DA is demanding another interview. She said you can do it in the morning at my office or in the afternoon at the jail. I told her you’d take the morning option.”

I rubbed my face nervously, “Yeah, that sounds like the better option.”

“Wear something nice and don’t bring a bunch of girls, okay?”

“Yeah… okay,” I said, “What’s going on?” I feared I already knew the answer.

“I have no idea. She left a message that sounded a lot like she was ready to light Miami on fire to get you out of it. Any idea?”

“Maybe,” I said sheepishly.

“Maybe? What does that mean?”

“Uhh… did you know she was married?”

“No, she doesn’t really talk about her husband.”

“To a woman,” I said.

“Oh, no I… wait… Jay… you didn’t?” he said with a tone that adequately conveyed the horror I was feeling. “Shit… shit… shit…,” he said and I heard him snapping his fingers in the background. “Okay, scratch what I said earlier. Get to my office early tomorrow. We’re prepping you before I let you go anywhere near her.”

“Isn’t this like a conflict of interest or something?”

“Hell yeah it is. And MAYBE we get her removed but that just means she’ll assign her biggest pit bull lawyer to it. Malicious prosecution requires a lot more than this to get it to stick and if we try to push that button, we might make things worse. I’d almost rather have her be emotionally compromised and liable to make mistakes. Ultimately, she has to be the one to agree to drop the case… Did you know?”

“What? No… of course not… are you insane?” I said incredulously.

He sighed in relief, “That might make things better… maybe their marriage was already a bit rocky or something… I don’t know.”

“She told me they had a kind of arrangement,” I said, trying to be helpful.

“Hrmm… okay… maybe she’s just pissed it was you, then. That should help,” he said. “Be here early… we’re still okay, this just makes things… harder.”

Carly came up and gave me a hug from behind, reassuring me with her simple touch that she wasn’t going anywhere and wordlessly sending the message that things would be alright. I took a deep breath and continued listening to my frustrated, but still professionally calm, lawyer. “Look, Jay… We’ll get you through this. At the end of the day, she’s the one that will have to craft a novel legal theory and judges rarely like that and juries even less so.”

“Thank you. And I’m truly sorry for making your job harder.”

The older man laughed, “Jay, on the list of ‘bad clients who make my job harder’,  you wouldn’t even crack the top 25. I’ll tell you about some of them when we celebrate putting this all behind us, okay?”

“Sounds good. See you in the morning.”

I turned around, spinning within Carly’s loving embrace, and gave her a kiss on the forehead as I became aware of two other sets of eyes staring at us. Victoria and Sasha had just walked in, having heard the last little bit of the conversation. We brought them up to speed, recounting the story of the bad luck seduction. Both girls found the story equal parts sexy, hilarious, and frightening. Reactions that largely mirrored my own.

Our bedtime ritual that night was a calmer, more sensual affair. Sasha rode me gently while I alternated between making out with Carly and Victoria on either side of me. Sasha’s had always been good in bed but her new found devotion to me combined with whatever new pelvic exercises she was doing conspired to create a very pleasure experience. It was like being seduced by a belly dancer as she writhed atop me, squeezing me firmly within her flooding cunt all while my wife and secretary did their best to tease me with tongues, words, fingers, lips and anything else that occurred to them. When I finally came deep inside Sasha’s bare pussy, Carly swooped upon the woman with the eagerness of a starving castaway, hungry for the seed I’d spilt. “She never lets a drop go to waste, Mr. S,” Victoria whispered into my ear as I watched the erotic ending.

“That’s my girl,” I said proudly. Carly looked up at me, my cum smeared across her lips. She licked herself clean with her tongue in an exaggerated gesture of hunger before smiling and diving back in. I passed out just a few moments later, listening to Sasha’s soft moans of pleasure. All I could think of was what tomorrow might await us.

—-

As requested, I spent time getting well prepared in the morning. I put on a business casual suit, trying to find the line between professional and “rich ass-hole”. Carly got similarly dressed though she was more casual than I was. She still looked great. We drove largely in silence, making awkward small talk as we both were preoccupied with today’s meeting. I was greeted by Tessa, the paralegal who ushered me into an office where I was promptly grilled by Mr. Stackhouse and Mr. Guffman about the events of the last few days. They wanted to be absolutely certain that there’d been no real change in the facts of the case. Satisfied that that was the case, they left to go discuss strategy leaving me sitting along in a small conference room staring at the wall of legal tomes stretched around the room. I reached up, sliding one from its place, curious if it was even real. I’d always had a pet theory that lawyers bought these fake books as facades to look more impressive. Alas, it wasn’t fake. Instead it was a book so heavy it could have been used as a bludgeoning device in an emergency.

“They’re heavy, aren’t they,” came a soft voice behind me.

“Uhh… yeah,” I said, turning to see Tessa again. She had a casual beauty to her that I had to fight to avoid staring at. She was wearing a brown suit jacket and skirt with short heels. It was a perfectly normal outfit, if slightly less expensive than the lawyers walking around the office. And yet, her natural beauty shone through brightly. “Are they really necessary these days?”

“Not often,” she said, watching me intently. “Everything is on Lexus Nexus for the most part. There’s some old stuff that has to be copied by hand every now and then but not that much… Actually… some of your relevant case law is so old that I had to use this book here,” she said, sliding a delicate finger along the binding of one of the beige books next to her. “Turns out not that many people do bigamy these days.”

“Again, not technically bigamy. I didn’t marry anyone else legally.”

She smirked, “I’m aware. That’s actually what we’ve been researching. The precedents around living as husband and wife even without the legal ties.”

“And?” I asked, curious.

She shrugged, a gesture that demanded the momentary attention of my weak willed eyes. “Almost all the polygamy cases involve creepy guys justifying their underage marriages.”

“Well that’s not me,” I said. “All my relationships are age appropriate.”

“Are they?” she asked, “Let’s see… half + 7 means you shouldn’t be dating college Freshmen past… what… 22? 23?”

“Okay… of legal age and able to make up their own mind… I’m not running a cult,” I said in my defense.

“I’m aware. Angela told me,” she said. She was walking towards me now in a way that suddenly made me feeling slightly uncomfortable.

I swallowed, “Tessa… this is not…”

“A good idea?” she said, “I know. But it’s exciting isn’t it?” She had a wild look in her eyes and her tongue was licking her lips, drawing my attention to the bright pink lipstick she was wearing. “I just want to see it. Angela said it was just a slightly larger than normal cock… nothing magical… not secret drugs… and yet… all those women have to have found something, right?”

I looked at her, unsure what to say. Instead, I just stared mutely as she dropped to her knees and ran her hands up my slacks. “If you can last five minutes, I’ll come to your house tonight and fuck you. You cum earlier than that, and you have to take me on a date.”

“Either way I win,” I said as she stroked my cock through my pants.

“Either way we both win,” she said as she unzipped me, fishing my cock out. “It is a very pretty cock.”

“Not exactly the word that…” I was cut off as she slurped me down, engulfing me halfway before I even realized she was beginning. Through the frosted glass, I could see the outside movement. The murmuring of lawyers. I was acutely aware that the door wasn’t locked. That my lawyers could come back any time. That I really, really shouldn’t be doing this because I really, really didn’t want to have to find new lawyers. But those thoughts were pushed from my head as Tessa started plunging her mouth further and further along my cock. I’ve gotten a lot of blowjobs but this one combined a certain erotic tension and taboo with expert technique in a way that had me powerless. I didn’t last five minutes. I’m not sure I even lasted three.

When I came, I suppressed the urge to groan loudly and instead grunted as she sucked every drop from me, eventually licking my cock clean and tucking me back in with an almost professional air. “Take me somewhere nice tonight, okay?” She said, as if we were discussing a completely mundane matter. I simply nodded, at a loss for words. Tessa turned on her heels and opened the door, slinking out into the hallway with the casual air of someone who hadn’t just sucked off a client in record time.

Less than a minute later, Mr. Guffman appeared and led me down to another, larger, conference room. This room was basically just the bigger version of the room I was in except that instead of beige law books, the wall was covered with green law books. Interior decorating isn’t a traditional strength of lawyers, I guess.

Michelle was sitting there along with Mr. Stackhouse. There were just the four of us in the room. The barren glass topped conference table sat empty except for a single yellow legal pad with a fancy pen on top of it. Was I going to have to write out some kind of statement?

Michelle shot me an icy stare and I resisted the urge to shudder. “Nice to see you again, Ma’am.” I stuck my hand out. It was not returned.

“Don’t fuck with me, Mr. Simpson,” she said and I pulled the hand back, chastised. I guess pleasantries weren’t the order of the day.

“I’m sorry,” I said and got a look from Stackhouse telling me to shut up and a look from Guffman that seemed to say, ‘Why would you possibly think it’s a good idea to remind her you just saw her last night after you fucked her wife?’ Both looks were probably appropriate.

Nevertheless, to her credit, Michelle shook her head, “This isn’t about Katrina. We… it’s complicated… but I’m not some hatchet wielding sociopath,” she said. Guffman and Stackhouse exchanged glances but said nothing, “But here’s the thing, Mr. Simpson. This seems to be a pattern with you. I think you haven’t given me all the facts.”

“I’ve been completely honest with you,” I said plaintively.

“And yet, it turns out there are a lot more women you’ve been sleeping with.”

I tapped my fingers and nodded slightly. “There have been a few,” I said cagely. “Is that relevant?”

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. It depends on what they say about you and your weird little… group.”

Stackhouse and Guffman both launched forward, “You already interviewed the girls he’s most intimate with,” Stackhouse said.

Guffman added, “Any other casual liaisons aren’t relevant.”

I let it sit there that he’d just told the ADA that her wife was irrelevant. At least I’m not the only moron who puts his foot in his mouth.

Michelle ground her teeth and looked at the men, “MAYBE,” she said, holding up a hand to forestall their objections, “that’s true. Or MAYBE he’s a perfectly nice, fine gentleman with the women he cares about emotionally. It’s only the other women that he seeks to take advantage of.”

“Ridiculous,” I said but Stackhouse put his hand on my shoulder to silence me.

He leaned over and whispered, “Give her the list… it’s not the end of the world, right? Nothing to hide?”

I thought about it and nodded carefully. As far as I knew, none of the women I’d slept with had negatives to say about me.

“So you’re going to make me a list of everyone I need to interview. Every woman you’ve slept with. Period.”

“Uhmmm…” I started, “All of them?”

“Uh-huh,” she said. “Every guy too if that’s relevant,” she said.

“No guys,” I said. “Not my thing… no judgment though.”

Stackhouse added, “Oh c’mon, Michelle. Be reasonable. You have no prosecutorial interest in a girl he slept with in New York five years ago.”

She looked at him cooly, letting the barest hint of a threat hang silently in the air. Even I, a legal neophyte, could read that threat. She was the one that would decide what she had an interest in. Finally, she leaned back and folded her arms before looking at me. “Every girl you’ve had a physical relationship with in Florida.”

“Since he moved back here,” he added,”You don’t care about his high school relationships, right?” Roger said. I was thankful for that since I really didn’t want to have to give her Carly’s mom’s name.

Michelle nodded and looked squarely at me, “You leave a single name off and all bets are off, okay?”

I swallowed, still nervous about everything and nodded back.

“And if I discover you’ve done anything shady with them… If you’ve borrowed some money and haven’t repaid it. If you’ve gotten someone fired or threatened anyone? Stalked them? Anything. I’m going to make sure you don’t hurt anyone else, understand?

Again I nodded softly and wondered what Katrina would tell her. After all, being blackmailed WAS Katrina’s kink. But I suspected Michelle wouldn’t want that story told in particular so I pushed it to the back of my mind. Hopefully she didn’t look at Natalie’s text messages. Those were the only thing I was particularly worried about. We used an encrypted messaging app but I’d never set the messages to auto-destruct so… couldn’t worry about it now.

“Uhmm.. Carly, Kyrsten…” I started and she pointed to the pen and tapped the paper.

“In writing,” she said simply, pointing to the pen and pad on the table in front of us. “First and last names.”

“I… uhmm… I don’t know all the last names,” I said.

Michelle rolled her eyes and muttered, “Typical,” before adding, “Fine… give me whatever information you’ve got on them. Place of employment. Phone number. Whatever.”

So I started writing down names. Carly Simpson, Kyrsten Elias, Louise Sierra, Sasha Goldman. Those were the easy ones. I had to pull out my phone to get Zedra’s last name. Dr. Lilith Shadam, Tennille who’s last name I couldn’t remember. I had to wrack my brain to remember Marnie’s name as well. I just listed the place she worked for her which got another eye roll from the ADA. When I listed the next two names, I got the first real reaction from the imposing brunette.

“Leah and Chloe? Fucking seriously, dude?” she said.

“Who are they?” Stackhouse asked, raising an eyebrow.”

“Our neighbors. Surprised you didn’t fuck Esther too,” she said with venom in her voice.

“She’s married,” I said then immediately hated myself for saying it. Michelle said nothing but the sharp intake of breath from Mr. Guffman told me I wasn’t the only one who wished I’d said nothing.

“Angela AND Tessa,” Michelle said, then started to laugh. It was the laugh of someone who’s had a rough day and suddenly has been told the greatest joke they’ve ever heard in their lives. It was so uncharacteristic coming from the icy prosecutor that I was completely taken aback.

“Just a blowjob from Tessa,” I said defensively as I wondered why she was laughing, “What?”

Suddenly I was aware of the silence behind me. I turned and Guffman and Stackhouse were staring at me with more venom than Michelle had been. “Those are our daughters,” Stackhouse said, his tone like steel.

Michelle hadn’t stopped laughing, “Okay… okay… I’m gonna interview all the people on this list… but not those two… geezus… I don’t want to have to deal with the privilege fight you guys would make me go through. Is that everyone? Did you sleep with your attorneys’ wives?” Her professionalism had completely broken and she was wiping tears of joy from her eyes. The degree to which she was enjoying this was immense.

I finished the list, adding Natalie, Aimee and all the rest. When it was done, the list of over a dozen names glared up at me in a very judgy manner. “That’s it, I think.”

“He thinks?” Michelle said, still laughing, “Neither of you has any other daughters right? Oh… wait… Roger… isn’t  your oldest in school? He likes college girls, I hear.”

Michelle headed to the door, still chuckling at the situation and clearly deriving pleasure from the misery she now shared with others. “Oh… I don’t think this goes to trial but if it does, you guys DEFINITELY have to recuse yourself, you know that, right?”

Stackhouse said, “He’ll sign a waiver,” through gritted teeth.

She shrugged, “Maybe… Not sure I’d want the dad of one of my casual conquests defending me… but I guess it’s his choice. Don’t think you’re gonna back door into ineffective counsel though.”

“Leave, Michelle,” Mr. Guffman said, practically shoving her out the door. When it shut, the two men stood there staring at me. They said nothing, just stared. Guffman’s bulky body looked bigger than normal and I was suddenly reminded of the Kingpin from Spider-Man comics. He looked downright sinister. Stackhouse, on the other hand, just calmly stood in front of me, casually flexing muscles periodically. For an older guy, he sure looked strong. And mad. A great combination.

After another two or three minutes of silence, Guffman thumbed the intercom. “Angela?” he said.

“Yeah, Mr. Guffman,” came the reply. He was going to call them both in to talk about this? My already sweaty underarms suddenly started free flowing.

“Is the ADA gone?”

“Yessir, she just got on the elevator.”

“Thank you,” he said and killed the line. Then he and Stackhouse busted out laughing. Their laughter was even louder than Michelle’s and carried with it the tone of victory.

“Uhmm… you’re not mad?” I asked, confused.

“Oh I’m pissed,” Stackhouse said, still laughing, “But she’s a grown girl and I’ve never been able to control her.”

“Then what… I’m confused…,” I stammered.

Guffman tried to look serious, “Here’s the thing… she’s pissed… and hurt… and thinks you’re a cult leader. So when she found out we were in the same proverbial boat as her? Well… suddenly we’re allies, right? She’s got friends. And that’s good for you… you always want the prosecutor and your defense attorney to be on good terms.”

Stackhouse was still laughing and pointed at Guffman, “Just a blowjob from your girl,” he said. Guffman frowned at his partner before laughing again, trying to see the humor in it.

“You really did sound casual about that… when did it happen?” he asked.

“Fifteen minutes ago,” I said.

Guffman shook his head, “I swear kid… if I had your game, my life would have been very different.”

“So you don’t mind that…”

Stackhouse held his hand up, “They’re adults. They make their own decisions. But don’t rub our noses in it, Jay.”

Guffman nodded then paused, “Wait… you didn’t sleep with our wives, right?”

“Of course not,” I said… “I mean… they weren’t on the list, right?”

Guffman shook his head, “Let’s not invite him to our annual client’s meet and greet,” he said to Stackhouse.

“Agreed… have a nice day, Jay.”

If they wanted to have a live and let live attitude towards this, then I was fine with it. With that, I said my quick goodbyes, found Carly, and we headed out. Just another weird day in my weird life.