A punk bitch/ defacing public property

A pair of black knee-high platform boots were propped up on the defense table, leading down to some extremely thick and milky white thighs that didn't even try to be covered by an extremely short black skirt; that exposed her high-waist black panties, which even if she stood or sat up, would still barely cover half of her large ass.

This woman was still in her early twenties; attested to by her perfect skin (aside from a few anarchy tattoos). Her youthfully toned tummy was exposed and perfectly framed by the straps of her thong. For a top she wore a tightly stretched piece of netting that was tied into a short-shirt squeezing out numerous squares of boob fat, with her nipples only covered by a pair of large black x-shaped pasties underneath on top of massive pale tits; featuring an anarchy symbol over her heart.

Despite the sheer disrespect and mockery dripping from it, she had a fairly cute face; framed by a pitch black wolf-cut and a septum piercing added to her button nose. She had heavy make-up ranging from pitch black lip-stick to mascara and eyeliner.

If her disrespect wasn't made any more clear by the 'fuck the state' tattoo on her arm, it certainly was by her ranting against even her own lawyer about 'the process being bullshit run by jackasses pretending that they have the authority to just be douchbags'.

London felt incredibly unlucky to have a client such as Becca Poli, someone so disrespectful of the law that they went around town defacing dozens of statues with crude graffiti slandering numerous public officials and politicians; just for the hell of it.

London could already feel the arguing matches she would need to go through to twist any of that into sounding justifiable; and of course she was already mentally feeling the pounding her holes would get if she contemptuously insisted on any such point . . . deep down she was considering going to trial.

"Bitch, ya gonna get me off for this, or am I gonna need to get that robed perv off?" Becca bit at her lawyer; disregarding the whole process.

Patricia bowed her head; she still had a reputation to think about; she couldn't take this bitch to trial, so she waved her hand to the judge and stepped away, suggesting she just make that plea herself.

"Yo gown-wearing dumbass, I don't mind a little something-something-" obvious by her attire and dedication to shrug public norms.

"-but hurry it up; I've got plenty of names to get down. What's your's by the way?" she asked; planning to write it across the courthouse with a line implying he needed his 'authority' to get laid, well as soon as her 'community-bullshit' was done.

Strangely, despite all her insubordination, she was completely non-violent and would never physically resist authority after her displays were done; infact she wanted to relax during her service and return to her spree quicker and cheaper than the alternatives.

Additionally, she felt it would be the greatest turn-on for the 'fake-authority' she always lashed out at to dirty itself; proving its ineptitude and corruption; especially by getting her off.

Becca wanted to see what it would do, and so, while having no respect for the court, she's done all she could to irritate without ****, Becca Poli moved to take the offer as antagonistically as ever.