“Her face turned deep red as her body filled with lust; she had fucked…!”
Naturally submissive, paralegal Anne avoids visiting prison inmates by any means possible—until now. Strangely aroused, barely legal, and left alone with her client, Anne is soon at the mercy of Marcello’s desire. Despite her innocent appearance, Marcello can see Anne’s deepest fantasy coming true. Luckily for him, his paralegal is really a… prison slut.
“I’m here to represent your new attorney. I’m here to advise you of the process and represent your wishes in communication with the attorney.” Hearing her client laugh, she studied his features. His dark hair and eyes appealed to her, and she found herself shifting slightly. “Aren’t you going to ask me if I did it?” The question annoyed her, and she didn’t answer.
“What got you sent here anyway? I bet you screwed your boss huh? A pretty girl like you…” His words should have offended her, but they only aroused her. Anne had always had the fantasy of being taken in a prison cell. There was just something appealing about a man taking control of her. Even though the fantasy excited her, she had never slept with a man. Now unexpectedly here this man was taking control of the entire situation and exciting her. The fact he was her client made her colder towards him, hoping that he would get the message. “Let’s just start with a name, I’m Anne.”
Anne watched her client laugh, but then watched as he began to study her. “Marcello, my name is Marcello… but you knew that already.” She looked down at the file on her lap, and then back up at him. “It says you’re facing two counts of robbery.” His voice grew louder, obviously upset at the charges. “It was my friend’s house and his wife was just upset! He gave me that property!” There was a temptation for Anne to tell him she knew better, but that didn’t matter. Prisons were filled with men who claimed their innocence, even after they had been convicted by a jury of their peers.
At first she didn’t know what to do, but then she simply ran her fingers through her hair. Anne decided to avoid the issue completely. “Look, we need to come up with a plausible defense.” Marcello just stared at her, studying her body. “You think I’m guilty, and that turns you on.” His words stung her, and she found herself at a loss for words.