Good, I thought. Never knew with that fucking guy what he was capable of.
“All rise,” the bailiff said as the judge entered the chambers.
“Remain standing for the jury please,” the judge said and the twelve of them entered right afterwards. After the jury was situated, we sat.
“Foreperson of the jury, have you reached a verdict?” The judge asked.
A petite, dark-haired woman nodded and stood. “We have, your honor,” she said.
“Very good. Will the defendant please rise?”
Larroca stood and turned to me for a moment, glaring.
“Foreperson, if you will read the verdict for the court?”
“Yes, your honor. We the jury find the defendant, Antoine Larroca, guilty on all charges.”
There was a burst of applause from the people in the gallery at the announcement. I turned to look at Fixer, who smiled slightly and gave me a wink.
“We thank the jury for your service. You are now dismissed,” the judge said as the jury filed out.
“Mr. Larroca,” the judge said, turning her gaze to him. “Typically, the court will wait to render sentencing. However, after careful consideration and receiving recommendations from law enforcement and the prosecution, the court has already decided on what your fate should be.”
I watched as Larroca twitched a little. This was a position he was not used to at all. Being completely powerless.
And I have to admit… it was good to see.
“Give the particularly heinous nature of your crimes and the repeated pattern of them through nearly the whole of your entire adult life, for the charges of murder, conspiracy to commit murder, money laundering, racketeering and a multitude of other offenses to numerous to name, the court has decided that you shall be imprisoned for the remainder of your natural life, without the possibility of parole. This court is adjourned.” The judge hit her gavel and it resounded like a thunderclap.
Larroca was stunned and to my immature delight, started to weep like a baby as they led him away. Never to be seen by the public eye ever again.
I sat down then, feeling the weight finally falling off of me. It was over. I got the son of a bitch.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see Fixer looking down on me.
“Congratulations counselor. You did it. Well done. Let’s celebrate, shall we? Can I take you out to dinner?” He smiled at me and I could feel everything inside me wanted him with a passion.
I stood up and turned to face him, leaning against the table. “I’m hungry for something else, actually,” I said suggestively and he raised an eyebrow in response.
“I’m sure we can manage that,” he said.
24
The Fixer
It felt like we made it back to her apartment in record time. After we walked out of the courthouse, we jumped in my car and raced off through the city, her hand stroking and squeezing my thigh as I worked the pedals.
I managed to get through every light, but one. I hit the brake hard and looked over to her.
“Sorry, babe,” I said with a silly frown. “Guess we’ll have to wait a moment longer.”
Theresa gave me a wicked grin, her eyes flashing at me under her long eyelashes.
“Oh, I don’t think we have to wait that long,” she purred and leaned forward in her seat towards my lap.
“Oh my,” I sighed as she unzipped my fly and pulled out my already erect member.
She grasped me in her hands, giving it a squeeze and a slight stroke. My eyes rolled up involuntarily as she did so.
“Look at this,” she said softly. “All ready for me. How convenient.”
“I like to make sure my clients are satisfied in every way. I take my contracts seriously,” I said with a smile.
She looked at me and licked her lips, driving me even more wild.
“That you do,” she replied and quickly swallowed nearly the whole length of me into her mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered as she worked me up and down with her tongue and her lips. It was utterly exquisite.
She paused for just a second to look up at me.
“Keep your eyes on the road, baby,” she said huskily and quickly went back to work on me.
“What?” was all I managed to get out when I heard a car horn blaring behind me.
“Move your ass!” I heard someone yell and I weakly thrust my hand out the window and waved an apology. I hit the gas and started driving through the city, trying to maintain a little focus on the road, even as she was making me melt in her mouth.
The street lights and the reflection off the windows all became a blur as her tongue found new pressure points of pleasure on my shaft.
“God damn,” I breathed out, my heart beating wildly. “It feels so good, baby.”
She didn’t answer, except to moan with her mouth still on me, the vibrations of sound shooting through me, through every nerve ending. I felt like every part of me was a live wire, waiting to go off.
Involuntarily, I began thrusting my hips upwards towards her mouth. I couldn’t help myself.
Theresa kept one hand on the length of me, stroking up and down in time with her mouth. With her other hand, she reached down and cupped my balls, which felt swollen and full, so ready to release into her.
Massage me in both hands, she was sending waves of pleasure shooting through me.
“Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like you before,” I panted, continuing to drive and missing a turn in the process.
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly. “Have to turn around.”
She picked her head up and chuckled a little.
“What’s the matter? You little distracted or something?”
I looked down a second to see her smirking cockily at me.
“Yeah, something like that,” I replied.
“Well, you’d best find some concentration and get us home. Because really…this is only the preview of what’s to come. The sooner you get me home, the sooner you see the rest of the show.”
“Say no more,” I said, pulling my focus together and quickly doing a sharp u-turn on the street, scaring the hell out of other drivers and a few pedestrians along the way.
Theresa laughed and yelped at the sudden change in direction and speed.
“That’s more like it,” she said, before diving hungrily back on me, taking me into her mouth again.
With a free hand, I slid along her back, finding the waistband of her skirt and shimmying underneath it.
I found the rise of her round ass and worked my fingers onto it, squeezing and kneading it. She moaned just slightly at my touch. Every curve of her was just right and seemed to fit perfectly into my hands.
She started working me more intensely with her mouth then, the tip of her tongue teasing the swollen head of my shaft. I could feel myself swelling and growing even more. I didn’t know how much more I would be able to take before exploding.
“Almost…almost there,” I said between heavy breaths.
I turned onto her block and pulled right in front of her building, hitting the brakes with a screech.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I said. “I’m going to…I’m going to….”
And that’s when she pulled her mouth off of me in a quick, sudden movement.