A Legal Thrill

I love role-play. If that could be on my headstone, so be it! I love it when a high-profile client gets me involved in their work. An invite as a fantasy and fetish escort to entertain them is like music to my ears. It is super exciting, and they get a massive kick out of it when their job is on the line—especially one as important as my dear client Jon's.

Jon is a judge, you see. Not your little courtroom employment tribunal, a bone fide central judge who gets vast cases. I love a legal thrill in my schedule. He is also married, you know, with children and a massive home in Belgravia. He is nearing retirement age but is super sexy in a very non-obvious way; perhaps it’s the wig and gown...or the gavel.

Anyway, Jon decided to use me, his very own naughty escort, as his PA for the day. This meant making him teas and coffees, typing any dictation, and generally being at his beck and call. This was a significant murder trial, and his eye had to be on the ball. He was not remotely distracted. No way, would I? Of course, I would; this is one legal thrill I can't be judged on.

Order In Court

For example, don't hire me for the day if you want to concentrate. I flirted, and I undone a few buttons on my blouse (sheer but not shameful). I also took my bra off under my sheer blouse whilst he summoned me to take some minutes for him. And I sat by the window with the light shining for maximum exposure. I rubbed my hand across his shoulders when I went past him and bent over far enough to show the tops of my stockings. I think I nearly got found out when his colleague came in and caught me under his desk. However, thankfully, I came out with some papers I had dropped...

The fascinating thing for me is I'm just doing my job. I won't lose mine if I get caught being what my client wants. On the other hand, Jon could lose his if my cover was blown...unlike him when his mate walked in. Maybe it's all part of the thrill? I aim to thrill, and my re-booking has told me I have some unfinished business, poor guy!