Waking up.

I woke up back at my office, a bit groggy. I looked around to gain my bearings, trying to remember what happened. I looked at my desk and saw a note on it. I picked it up and looked it over.

"Guess you got a little drink at lunch.
You can put them away with the best of them, apparently!
I look forward to our partnership!
Love,
Amanda Welling"

That was nice of her. She didn't have to bring me all the way back here - which couldn't have been easy. I'd have to thank her later. I opened up my laptop and took a look at my schedule for the rest of the day. Looked like someone had booked me a few minutes from now. Great. At least I got back in time.I read over the case file, growing slightly more wary as I dove in deeper.

Ms. Marie Linton: Age 47
Marital Status: Single, Never Married
Issue: Embezzling Funds

"Great. A criminal case. That's just what I needed to start off the week, isn't it?" I groaned as I dug out her file and walked back to my office. Don't get me wrong: I'm always willing to help people. But more often than not, cases like this end up with a guilty plea. That's just the way it want. Usually, those at least feigning innocence say something like "Falsely Accused" or "Wrongfully Accused," but she just said "Embezzling Funds." The client isn't usually happy with the outcome; they think that the lawyer always stops them from going to jail, but most of the time, we end up just doing our best to lighten the sentencing placed upon them. Sighing, I made myself as presentable as possible and waited until that fateful knock at the door.

However, when Marie entered my office, she was nothing like I expected. She was a bombshell of a woman, her low-cut dress showing off her very ample cleavage. Her bluish-silver eyes were piercing, captivating my attention immediately as her red hair hung down her head, past her rub-red lips, and below her shoulders. "Excuse me," she called out, opening the door to my office, "there was no one at the reception desk, so I just thought I would check in here if that's alright."

"Yes! Yes! That's fine!" I responded, my voice cracking slightly. I bite my lip and mentally chide myself, "Come on, John, you're a married man. So what if she's the definition of MILF? You can't be thinking like that!" I stand up and walk over to her, shaking her hand as I lead her to the chair opposite my desk. "Ms. Linton, I presume? My name is John Doe, and I will be doing my best to represent you going forward."

She gives me a flirty smile and bites her lip, "oh, I know you will." I feel her foot under the desk as it starts to rub up and down my leg. "I think, in time, you and I will become very close. But first, let's talk my case, darling." Marie continues with her foot as she lays out the case before me. She says she's completely innocent of embezzling funds from her company. Her voice and countenance make it extremely hard to believe otherwise. "If we get us a mostly-single, male jury, we have this case in the bag," I think to myself, knowing that my own erection was currently growing. She had "evidence" that it was someone else within the company embezzling the funds - a certain Caroline Jaeger, someone Marie described as a regular manipulator and bitch. That really wasn't a lot to go on, but I pressed for this evidence.

"Well, it's not quite evidence. I was hoping that you could... well," she bit her lip, her gaze still on me, "maybe you could get close to her, seduce her. Get her to talk and confess and record it. Then we have her!" While it was indeed a plan, what she was asking me to do seemed borderline unethical. Still, a client was a client. I could always come up with a better way, but should we go with her plan?