A Legal Trap Ch. 17

He fought my surfing those feelings briefly, but I got to feel those rolling spasms washing over me and they lightened the darkest corners of my mind, filled me with a sense of triumph. FuCk Me! With a capital FUCK ME!

I strained to catch my own breath, blinded by my own release, and tried to relax my shaking body beneath him - but couldn't control those mini seizures, the want to convulse uncontrollably. My mind was buzzing, ears ringing... Holy fuck! My movements translating pleasure into him...

I had gotten my own internal climax, at his expense maybe, as he struggled against those last few desperate rolls of my hips... It was worth it! I released my legs hold on him and he immediately collapsed on top of me. His cock slipping out of me a few seconds later a little uncomfortably, but the relief, the glow he'd given me lingered. I held him, kissing his neck tenderly, as we recovered from our own expenditures and gains.

Holy fuck! I had never felt this way ever... Ever!

I was contented, but I could feel... A leaking, between my numb and still tingling ass cheeks. And there may be something wet between our bodies. Yeah, there was slickness on my tummy, a cool drop of my own juices rolled over my side. I was sure I'd leaked more than usual tonight. Holy fuck indeed I guess!

It took a few minutes for him to catch up to his senses, maybe understand what had just happened between us. When he was more composed he slowly lifted himself up and rolled off of me onto his back. I was thinking about there being a goopy wet spot on the mattress between my legs and one cooling on my stomach - wanting to spill over my side if I moved. Paul was probably thinking about melting into the mattress from being spent, but a moment later he got up and came back with a hand towel to clean up our collective outputs.

Cleaned up as much as possible, we lay there for a while not speaking, but oddly connected. His arm around my neck, I nuzzled in tight, one of his legs over my midriff, his free hand tracing the outline of the smaller of my two breasts nipples. I moved my hand over his and...

March 25th 10:18 AM

Up until this point, my week could be classified as 'rinse, wash, and repeat'. I would absolutely describe work that way, but add in late nights of preparation with Gina to that laundry list reference. Tuesday night we knocked off at 9:30 PM and last night it was just after 10 PM when she declared we were ready for today. Both those nights I'd told Paul to go home and ended up taking an Uber to his place. Gina approved the expense, which I was thankful for since it meant I didn't have to endure an hour long commute on public transportation to get within a couple blocks from Paul's.

Gina and I were now in the conference room at the appellate court house for the ethics hearing and sitting across from Janet and Martin. I felt extremely nervous and anxious - but things were under control due to the Xanax I'd taken before Gina and I left the office. Paul assured me I'd be fine and a little part of me believed him.

Janet had barely looked at me as she arrived and sat opposite of us. Martin on the other hand had, stared actually, but he was an odd man anyway and I tried to just ignore him. Did he know about my past? Is that why he's staring? Had he seen... LEAVE IT! Don't go there - FOCUS! Screw them both! We're here to bury then in ethic violations that should hurt their careers!

Martin eventually gave up ogling me and got into a quiet sidebar with Janet just before the presiding State Bar Association representative called the proceedings to order. This wasn't a legal court case, but the implications could be huge for them both depending on this guys ruling. They could lose their licenses to practice, there could be fines, and I know Gina was gunning for the worst case scenario for both of them. While it didn't appear the two sitting across from us were taking this lightly, something felt off and I just couldn't put my finger on it.

After introductions and the laying of ground rules was done by the retired State Supreme Court Judge, Walter Milton, who was overseeing the proceedings for the State Bar Association, Gina was given the green light to begin, which required that I pass out documents detailing the scope of the firms ethics case against Janet and Martin, including all the reference material required and the evidence of wrong doing - everyone got an inch inch thick binder. We were loaded and ready!

Everyone appeared to be looking at the information as Gina began her introduction of the six ethics violations we were accusing them of while employed at Brandt, Wentz, and Larson. She hadn't said twenty words when Martin raised his hand.

"I'd like to skip some of this posturing preamble Mrs. Barnes and ask for an expedited ruling base on one count of failure to declare a political contribution is excess of state mandated maximums. These other items are frivolous and outright insulting. I expected you'd know better than to go tabloid legal here today."

No sooner had he said that, Janet recited nearly the exact same lines as Martin had - minus the 'posturing' and 'tabloid' digs.

Gina wasn't fazed by any of it and was quick to object, "I believe we have more than the financial contributions issue on the table. I'm happy to let this information out to any tabloid you'd like Mr. Brandt."

Milton shut the barbs down and asked for a moment to review our list of claimed violations, flipped several pages back and forth in the binder, closed it three minutes later and said, "I am quite familiar with the points you're trying to make in your presentation Mrs. Barnes and while I've only skimmed your supporting documentation, I'm inclined to consider the benefit of Mr. Brandt and Ms. Larson's request for the benefit of all parties concerned in this matter."

It felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room! Gina began to protest, but Milton cut her off.

"My ruling is for a thirty day suspension of each of your licenses, a fine of $10,000, and forty hours of legal counseling to be provided to residents in underserved / impoverished communities when your licenses are reinstated. Thank you for your efforts Mrs. Barnes, this hearing is adjourned."

What the fuck just happened?! I looked to Gina, she smiled, picked up her phone, and looked to be texting someone.

"Are we done," I asked quietly. I noticed Janet and Martin had pushed their chairs back, were gathering up their briefcases.

Gina was smiling at me. Okay, something is very wrong... There was a knock on the conference door, followed by it opening and a man's head poking through the door. I recognized him, oh shit...

"Ms. Larson," he asked speaking in Janet's direction.

She acknowledged him and he entered the room, followed by two other people. He posted up in front of Janet, pulling leather bound credentials from his pocket and showed it to her. By the look on her face she had no idea who this man was or who the other two individuals were. But I knew at least one of them...

"Ms. Larson, I'm Special Agent Timothy Warren of the FBI on loan to the Seattle office via Phoenix. This is Inspector Carlton Hale of the RCMP and Belinda Compton from the Criminal Intelligence Service Canada. We'd like to speak with you for a moment if you don't mind."

Janet looked pale and any smug look she might have had while gathering her things up was now long gone. Martin looked uncomfortable, but since he wasn't spoken too he figured he wasn't who any of these people wanted and proceeded to walked around the small group and exited the conference room. Former State Supreme Court Judge Milton also didn't waste any time packing up and heading toward the door.

Who wasn't in a hurry to get out of the room? Gina... She was packing up her materials into her briefcase slowly, smiling even more broadly while doing so, and watching the group gathered in front of Janet with glee. I was supremely confused, but did my best to just pack up the items we had brought and try to stay out of the line of fire.

"I'm not sure I have time for this right now Special Agent," Janet started to say.

"I apologize for that, but both Inspector Hale and CISC Compton have made the trip down from Vancouver to specifically meet with you. You certainly don't have to speak with us without representation," he said interrupting her, "But I could escalate this inquiry and do have the authority to detain you. Since your meeting appears to be over and likely sooner than opposing council expected, you might want to reconsider my request."

It took a full minute for her to reply, "Alright, and what is this in regards to?"

Tim looked over at Gina and I, "I'll get into that in a moment, let's wait for the room to clear."

March 25th 10:52 AM

I'd pulled the conference room door shut and when I turned around Gina was already a few steps down the hall. I quickly caught up to her as she got to the elevator and pressed the down button.

She turned to look at me, "That felt good..."

"But... They barely got a slap on the wrist. All that work we did," I complained.

"Rule one for any case, never under prepare. You do that and you are screwed. We prepared for war and what the State Bar Association sent was an inside man for both Janet and Martin set on making a mockery of the judicial system in this state and basically making this a water balloon fight."

She paused to think about something, and then continued, "I got a call from a friend this morning and they pretty much told me what was coming. So, while I'm pissed, not much I can do about it. The ruling is the ruling and it's not without consequences for either of them. I'll be filing a grievance for that idiot who oversaw this hearing and hopefully he doesn't get to pull this shit with another lawyers review. Who knows, maybe this becomes a news item?"

I knew there was no appeal process, but I was still pissed.

"All that work we did!"

"Let it go... Did you learn anything," she asked.

"Of course I did and I'm... I want to thank you for the opportunity and..."

"For being a bitch," she said smiling as the elevator door opened and she entered.

I watched her enter and just stood there shocked. As the doors started to close, my brain engaged and I scooted in - which caused them to re-open.

I looked at her, "No, you're tough, you've got high expectations, and you're damn good at what you do. You're the type of strong woman I want to be..."

She cocked her head at me, the smile fading a little, "Let' put a pin in that for later..."

"Okay...," I replied now thoroughly confused. Then it hit me, the text message, she knew! She knew more about the investigation into Amber, she knew Tim...

"Jacob and Paul set that up," she said as if knowing exactly what I was thinking.

"But... Jacob had said all along there wasn't enough evidence we'd found to even shine a light on her."

"There wasn't, until the FBI looked into an international bank transfer to Vincent Jones of Comsware Logistic from Janet. They could do that without probable cause or a warrant given the beefed up terrorism laws since 9/11 - especially with money flowing in and out of countries. It was enough of a hook to convince the RCMP and their version of the FBI to play ball. I guess Jones may have incriminated Janet, that's my guess as to why they are here..."

I'm sure my mouth flopped open and I tried to recover quickly. Paul! Why hadn't he said anything to me about this!? All he'd said was he had talked to Tim...

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One chapter remains... Where will Elizabeth end up? Thank you for following along with this story!

Rachel M. Moore