She leaned over him, placing one hand on each armrest of his chair, caging him in. The creamy swells of her breasts were inches from his face. “The prosecution’s key witness is a liar. I can prove it. But I need one more day to file the affidavit. You can grant me that, Your Honor. Or…”
Nikki smiled. It was a victory smile, but a small one. The battle wasn’t won. It had just entered its final, most intense phase. BigTitsAtWork-Nikki-Benz-ZZ-Courthouse-Part-Two
The air in Judge Zimmer’s private chambers was thick with the scent of old leather, mahogany, and the faint, expensive perfume that lingered in Nikki Benz’s wake. The formal hearing in the main courtroom had been a masterclass in legal maneuvering, but the real trial, the one that made her pulse quicken, was always in the quiet aftermath. She leaned over him, placing one hand on
“Or?” he asked, his voice strained.