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Julia had been to the posh dinner party and was dressed accordingly, stylishly in a cocktail gown affair that flattered her perfection even more, if that was possible. She had just parked her Mercedes in her reserved slot of the underground car park of the private apartment building and was searching her clutch bag for her door keys when mini-skirted, cigarette smoking Mandy stepped out in front of her. Mandy it seemed had gone back to her roots. Back to basics. Although it was true that she had never worked from the streets before. But here and now, it was a different Mandy to that of her hey day; those days before her arrest and before her incarceration at SECFAC. She had spent twelve weeks to the day in that place. The time didn't matter. It was what had happened there that had counted. It was what had happened after that Bitch Judge Julia had sent her down that mattered. That had turned her into what she had become to this day. Judging Julia's predicament on that basis alone the older woman should have been afraid, very afraid. I guess, had she been given time to think, to compute, she WOULD have been very afraid.
"Hi bitch, remember me?"
Mandy spoke just before the sack was pulled over the Judge's head, but there was no time to think. She looked up startled, more surprised than anything that anyone else, besides her, was in the car park at that time of night. Where were the security guards? Mandy was pretty, long legged and petite but basically a low-life. Julia had to search her memory banks long and hard to remember her. In the instant that recognition came the thick, rough sack was pulled over her head and tied around her neck from behind. In the same slick movement, her hands were pulled back and cuffed. She stumbled back on her high heels but a strong arm wrapped itself around her waist, again from behind, and held her rigid. There was no noise from inside the sack-hood. The shock had struck Julia dumb. Her usual faultless perfection and professionalism had deserted her and nothing except a bubbling whimper came out of her mouth. Instinctively there was just a brief struggle during which one un-brassiered breast spilled from the tight, low cut, sleeveless cocktail dress. She tried to move herself, her arms to cover herself but that didn't work. Mandy watched the breast spill and then bounce to a standstill. She watched the large, thick nipple become erect in the cold night air and smiled. The eighteen year old hooker took a long deep drag on her cigarette. She stood and looked at her captive.
'Nice and tall".
The ankle length, black cocktail dress, by design, was provocatively split up the front of one thigh, to the hip. The way she was being held meant that one leg, completely sheathed in the dark brown of her nylon pantihose, was fully displayed by the slit. The feeling of vulnerability when it came, was instant and packed a severe punch. She could feel her nipple erect. She couldn't see it but she could feel it. She could feel it filling, thickening and elongating and then she could feel that familiar throb in the base of the nipple. Inside her own mind she let out a sob, but the sob didn't make it to her mouth or escape the luscious smoothness of her perfectly glossed lips. Maybe Judge Julia's intelligence and abnormally high IQ was a hindrance to her in this predicament. Maybe just maybe her super intelligence was telling her that she was in deep, deep shit here and that it wasn't going to be a happy ending. She shuddered at the nipple throb. It was the throb she always got. She referred to it as her secret throb. It wasn't something she ever ever talked about. That was something she never did; talk about her most personal private things. That was one of the things that added to her allure. It added to her mystery and it added to her perfection. No-one ever got to KNOW Judge Julia either professionally or socially. But here and now, her secret thing, that thing with her nipples was on display. She
Julia had been to the posh dinner party and was dressed accordingly, stylishly in a cocktail gown affair that flattered her perfection even more, if that was possible. She had just parked her Mercedes in her reserved slot of the underground car park of the private apartment building and was searching her clutch bag for her door keys when mini-skirted, cigarette smoking Mandy stepped out in front of her. Mandy it seemed had gone back to her roots. Back to basics. Although it was true that she had never worked from the streets before. But here and now, it was a different Mandy to that of her hey day; those days before her arrest and before her incarceration at SECFAC. She had spent twelve weeks to the day in that place. The time didn't matter. It was what had happened there that had counted. It was what had happened after that Bitch Judge Julia had sent her down that mattered. That had turned her into what she had become to this day. Judging Julia's predicament on that basis alone the older woman should have been afraid, very afraid. I guess, had she been given time to think, to compute, she WOULD have been very afraid.
"Hi bitch, remember me?"
Mandy spoke just before the sack was pulled over the Judge's head, but there was no time to think. She looked up startled, more surprised than anything that anyone else, besides her, was in the car park at that time of night. Where were the security guards? Mandy was pretty, long legged and petite but basically a low-life. Julia had to search her memory banks long and hard to remember her. In the instant that recognition came the thick, rough sack was pulled over her head and tied around her neck from behind. In the same slick movement, her hands were pulled back and cuffed. She stumbled back on her high heels but a strong arm wrapped itself around her waist, again from behind, and held her rigid. There was no noise from inside the sack-hood. The shock had struck Julia dumb. Her usual faultless perfection and professionalism had deserted her and nothing except a bubbling whimper came out of her mouth. Instinctively there was just a brief struggle during which one un-brassiered breast spilled from the tight, low cut, sleeveless cocktail dress. She tried to move herself, her arms to cover herself but that didn't work. Mandy watched the breast spill and then bounce to a standstill. She watched the large, thick nipple become erect in the cold night air and smiled. The eighteen year old hooker took a long deep drag on her cigarette. She stood and looked at her captive.
'Nice and tall".
The ankle length, black cocktail dress, by design, was provocatively split up the front of one thigh, to the hip. The way she was being held meant that one leg, completely sheathed in the dark brown of her nylon pantihose, was fully displayed by the slit. The feeling of vulnerability when it came, was instant and packed a severe punch. She could feel her nipple erect. She couldn't see it but she could feel it. She could feel it filling, thickening and elongating and then she could feel that familiar throb in the base of the nipple. Inside her own mind she let out a sob, but the sob didn't make it to her mouth or escape the luscious smoothness of her perfectly glossed lips. Maybe Judge Julia's intelligence and abnormally high IQ was a hindrance to her in this predicament. Maybe just maybe her super intelligence was telling her that she was in deep, deep shit here and that it wasn't going to be a happy ending. She shuddered at the nipple throb. It was the throb she always got. She referred to it as her secret throb. It wasn't something she ever ever talked about. That was something she never did; talk about her most personal private things. That was one of the things that added to her allure. It added to her mystery and it added to her perfection. No-one ever got to KNOW Judge Julia either professionally or socially. But here and now, her secret thing, that thing with her nipples was on display. She
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