Bigtitsatwork-nikki-benz-zz-courthouse-part-two Apr 2026

Nikki reached up and loosened his tie. “Then let’s not waste any more time, Your Honor. We both have a long night of… research… ahead of us.”

“You denied my motion,” she said softly, her lips almost brushing his ear. “But you didn’t dismiss my case. You left a door open.”

The Judge stood up slowly, his chair rolling back. He walked toward her, no longer the detached arbiter of the law, but a man. He stopped a foot away. His hand trembled slightly as he reached out, not to touch, but to gently take the falling bra from her hands. He tossed it onto a chair.

“Oh, I disagree,” she said, her voice dropping to a smoky whisper. She straightened up and, with deliberate slowness, began to walk around the side of the desk. “Every room is an arena. It’s just a matter of knowing which weapons to use.” BigTitsAtWork-Nikki-Benz-ZZ-Courthouse-Part-Two

The silence stretched for a long moment. Judge Zimmer’s resolve was a tangible thing, a wall of professional ethics and personal discipline. But Nikki Benz had spent a decade learning how to find the cracks in any wall.

He watched her, his expression unreadable, but his knuckles were white where he gripped the armrest of his chair. She moved behind him, trailing a single, manicured nail along the back of his chair. The scent of her perfume—jasmine and something darker, more carnal—enveloped him.

Judge Zimmer closed the file. “What I know is that you’re playing a dangerous game, Ms. Benz. You’re not in your usual arena. This is a courthouse, not a boardroom.” Nikki reached up and loosened his tie

She straightened up, but didn’t close her blouse. Instead, she walked to the window overlooking the empty courthouse plaza, the city lights beginning to twinkle against the dusk. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her ankles, stepping out of it in one fluid motion. Now she stood in just her black lace bra, a tiny matching thong, and her heels.

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“Or you can watch an innocent person go to prison because you were too… rigid… to listen to alternative forms of persuasion.” “But you didn’t dismiss my case

“The kind of persuasion,” she said over her shoulder, looking back at him with hooded eyes, “that proves I’m willing to do anything to see justice served. You want to test my resolve, Judge? Let’s test yours.”

She leaned up and kissed him, not softly, but with a fierce, demanding intensity. His hands, finally, came up to her waist, then slid up her back, then finally, finally , cupped the heavy, soft weight of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth.

Her breasts were free, full and proud, the large, dark areolas tight in the cool air. She didn’t flinch or cover herself. She owned the moment.

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…”