Unprofessional Desires

I shouldn't be thinking about him. Not in the way I am. He should just be another client I'm supposed to represent in the court of law. I should be thinking of my date that's sat in front of me, waiting for me to put my phone down.

I do so and try to string some conversation along with him, but he's just so boring. He's another office rat who's stuck in the rat race, obsessed with pop culture and work. He's nothing like my client, Jeremy. Jeremy's old school. A man's man and a pledged member of the Road Rattlers MC, as in the infamous 1% Motorcycle Club. The sort that get into trouble such as the bar fight which led to Jeremy needed a lawyer such as myself.

The way it went according to Jeremy is that the man he struck had been rude to the barmaid, and they got into an argument. That argument soon escalated and Jeremy threw a jab at his jaw, which proved to be more than he could handle. He had me on the phone before the cops were there and said everything he needed to say, but unfortunately, due to his affiliation with a certain group, he was still taken to jail.

He didn't seem all that bothered though. He was so confident it'd all work out. It's not the first time he's been behind bars, but the way he seemed so calm about it struck me. It was like nothing could ever affect him. Then again, he was a towering man with a burly build, so I doubt much ever does.

"You okay?" My date asks.

"Oh. Yeah sorry. Just had a case that I'm thinking about."

"Oh."

He has to know at this point. That I find him utterly dull and would rather be anywhere else in the world. Of course, where I really want to be is with Jeremy. Obviously, it'll never happen. Even if he isn't guilty, he is a convicted criminal in addition to a client of mine. If I got caught having any sort of relationship with him, I may as well throw my law degree in the bin.

That's when I receive a text. I decide to look at it, which causes my date to say something about how I'm always on my phone. Of course, I was more interested in the text I'd received from Jeremy.

'hey Ive been released but no one wants to pick me up. I kno its not your job but r u around??'

I look at my date and say "I'm really sorry, but I've got to go."

He stammers his way through some sort of protest as I place some cash on the table to cover my half of the meal. Before he could blink, I'm heading for the door and then onwards to my car.

I'm not thinking straight. I shouldn't be doing this. Surely Jeremy has people who can help him. He's in a gang after all. When I sit down in my driver's seat, I realize that I haven't even sent a reply, so I stare at my phone for a moment, before replying 'b ther in a few minutes'

With that, I drive towards the police station. There, I find Jeremy waiting outside. He swaggers over to my car and joins me in the passenger seat, where he says "Thanks angel."

"Oh it's not a problem." I reply.

"You're lookin' nice. You about to go on a date or something?"

"I was on a date but uh... it wasn't going so well."

"That sucks. Sorry to hear it."

"Don't be. Not your fault. Anyway, where are you headed?"

"Eh, still figuring that out to be honest."

"You need a place to stay?"

"Kinda."

"You could stay at mine if you need."

I didn't question him for a second. I didn't even ask where his people were. Surely his club would take care of him. That's when he leans in and whispers "I thought you might say that."

I felt paralyzed. Sure, I could still go through the motions of driving, but his words shook me to the core. Was I really that obvious?

"No need to be shy." Jeremy says.

"Y-y-you know we can't do anything inappropriate, right?"

"Well, you brought it up."

I couldn't take it anymore. He knows why he did this and I know why I'm here. It's time to stop pretending. I decide to pull into the nearest alleyway, to which Jeremy says "What are you doing?"

To answer him I pull him in for a kiss, which makes it absolutely apparent what I'm doing. He pulls on my dress, allowing my breasts to spill out. In return, I squeeze on his crotch, feeling his growing erection. Realizing what I want, Jeremy undoes his belt and tugs on his jeans, freeing his hard cock. To say he is well-hung is an understatement. So much so that I find myself staring blankly at his cock.

"You like it, don't you?"

"Y-yeah."

"Go on. Touch it."

I grip his shaft, tugging on it gently. Of course, that's not enough for Jeremy, who pulls my head down. In response I open my mouth, eager to please him. As soon as I seal my lips around his shaft, I begin bobbing my head up and down, much to Jeremy's pleasure.

"Oh. Just hold you're head still baby."

I do as I'm told, so Jeremy begins ramming my mouth with his cock. All I can do is gurgle and gargle as his cock hits the back of my throat. Drool oozes out of my mouth. It's been so long since someone's been so rough with me, and even then, they weren't this rough.

After a minute or so, Jeremy stops, giving me a chance to catch my breath. As I take a deep breath, Jeremy asks "Is that pussy wet for me?"

"Yes Jeremy."

"Then let's get out the car."

Once again, I do as I'm told, even if it just makes things riskier. Truth be told, it just served to make things more exciting as well. Jeremy heads out of the car and walks over to me. Once I'm within reach of him, he turns me around and pushes me against the wall. I arch my back, sticking my ass out as he runs his hand up my thigh. Next, Jeremy pulls up my dress, revealing my sodden panties.

His hands pry my panties to the side. Within mintues he's reduced me from a professional woman to a back-alley whore, and I wouldn't have it any other way. He lines his dick up with my craving cunt, before leaning forward and whispering "You ready?"

"Yes Jeremy."

Without wasting another second, Jeremy plunges deep inside me, causing my jaw to drop. Moans flow from my mouth as he begins to pound me from behind. This isn't an act of love, but of pure lust. Two people compelled to satisfy their primal urges without any concerns for the risks involved.

My orgasm came fast, turning me into more of a mess than I already was. I shuddered in front of Jeremy, who continued to ram me throughout my bliss. If it wasn't for him, I'd surely collapsed onto the pavement.

A few seconds later, Jeremy joins me in orgasmic bliss, his seed shooting deep inside of me. I hadn't even considered protection for a second, but I didn't care. After all, there's a reason they invented the morning-after pill.

Admittedly, I dreaded turning back. I almost didn't want to face what I'd done. I'd broken every rule in the book and risked every aspect of my life for a few minutes of passion. Eventually, I face the music, turning to Jeremy, who smiles at me. "Damn girl. I'm glad there are lawyers like you."

"And I'm glad there's still men in this world..."

We got back in the car where I drove Jeremy back to the train station. I don't know what he's going to do. All I know is that he has my number, and a sick little part of me hopes he calls sooner rather than later.