Take The Ride

Emma jogged across the road and around the vehicle. She noticed the man's eyes following her the whole way. At the passenger door she paused to take a deep breath, mentally chide herself for the foolish choice she was about to make, then got in the car.

Once seated the driver sped away. He handed Emma a business card with his name and phone number on it. Emma looked it over then sarcastically said, "Hello, Michael. Ooh, a lawyer."

"Criminal defense," He said, flashing another smile.

"I'm Emma, pleased to meet you, I think." Emma said, matching his smile.

"Criminals need representation too." Mike joked.

"So you weren't just looking for a prostitute, but a client as well?" Emma asked sarcastically, not ready to let him off the hook yet.

"Mostly just the prostitute, but had we ended up arrested I would have gladly been your lawyer." Mike said, looking away from the road long enough to eye Emma's legs.

Getting seated in the car had left her skirt ridden up a bit and she was showing a fair amount of thigh. Emma caught sight of the ring on Mike's left hand and said, "What would your wife think of that?"

Mike dared another peek at Emma's thighs, "She's OK with me representing criminals. She has a big heart, thinks some of them are innocent even."

Emma smiled at his lame joke. "I mean you sleeping with a whore part of that story."

Mike laughed and said, "I'd never use the word whore when describing you to my wife."

Emma was laughing now. "Oh? And what word would you use then?"

"Just client, then that means I'm their lawyer and information between us is privileged and I don't have to tell her anything." Mike said, eyeing Emma's thighs again.

"So you've done this before?" Emma asked.

"Sorry, attorney client privilege, I can't really discuss past clients." Mike answered in a serious tone.

"I don't think it works that way." Emma teased.

Mike's answer was to rest his hand on the exposed flesh of Emma's thigh.