The case had electrified the media. A young trophy wife stood accused of her husband’s murder. The prosecutor was an up and comer, five years out of law school. This was a career-making case, and some predicted a judgeship, others a bid for state legislature. The state sought the ultimate penalty.
The defense attorney was world-famous, known for defending corrupt CEOs from fraud charges and pro athletes from allegations of rape and assault. His acquittal rate was staggering. But the physical evidence found at the scene of the crime said his client wasn’t getting off this time.
The prosecutor was a different story, however. In a private and highly unorthodox meeting in the judge’s chambers, he convinced the defendant to give him a reason to consider lenience. Which is how the defendant found herself on her knees before the young crusader, skirt hiked past her knees to avoid scuff marks, blouse unbuttoned to her navel revealing breasts that threatened to spill over the top of her black bra.
His slacks were down, resting atop his expensive Italian loafers as she two-fisted his impressive cock. She moved with great vigor, her life literally depending on her performance. As he reached climax, she released her grip and leaned back. The prosecutor aimed for her open mouth and stroked himself to completion.
Back in the courtroom, the defendant and the prosecutor returned to their respective tables. The jury was called back in.
The prosecutor addressed the judge: “Your honor, the People are willing to consider a plea bargain.” (255/255)
Behind the Scenes
This week saw no new Flash Fiction Friday prompt from either Ram the Sunlover or Insatiabear. Therefore I decided to go into Ram's archives and write a story based on the prompt from July 27, which I missed due to site downtime.
The prompt photo seems to depict a courtroom scene, evidenced by the fact that the file name is "objection your honor". Obviously the sexy woman in the hat is the defendant, and I took the sunglasses-wearing gentleman on the left to be the "world-famous" defense attorney to which I refer in the second paragraph. I'm not sure why he's wearing sunglasses indoors.
The requirements for this particular challenge include the use of the phrase "..."two-fisted...", and a maximum word count of 255. I was aware of the required phrase as an expression meaning "virile" or "ready to fight". However, I think my usage fits the story nicely. As for the word count, I originally brought the story in at 256, but changed the final sentence of the second paragraph from "...the physical evidence found at the scene of the crime said that his client wasn’t getting off this time" to "...the physical evidence found at the scene of the crime said his client wasn’t getting off this time."
You can probably tell from my story that I know very little about the American justice system, save that it appears to be inherently flawed. But I think I've watched enough television to write something serviceable.
I like the way the dulcet sounds of the Five Keys' early 1950s song "There Ought to Be a Law" plays against the unorthodox goings-on in the otherwise staid setting of this story. On the other hand, "Guilty as Charged", by early 1980s rock band Culprit, provides a nihilistic, fast-paced feel that fits the action well. Either way, the familiar "banging gavel" sound effect from TV's Law & Order should accompany the prosecutor's climax.