Powerful Men 2: Four More Alphas Who Seize Control (9 page)

‘Shit,’ Clara muttered as she watched them, ‘does everybody in this damn state have to where a cowboy hat?’

Ace and his son both wore Stetsons over their suits. Ace’s was white to match the rest of his southern garb and Bobby’s was tan above a pinstripe blue business suit.

Maybe that’s why I can’t get any respect around here, Clara considered, maybe because I’m not wearing a Stetson.

She waited until the
Texxon
people had entered the courtroom and then stepped out of her car.

In the lobby she met with the community representatives of Prudence and they went over the matters of the day. After that Clara continued on into Judge
McKennedy’s
courtroom. The hearing was about to begin.

‘Please rise for the honorable Moses McKennedy,’ the officer announced and the room stood to attention.

Moses McKennedy walked in, sans the hat – which had probably pained him to give up, Clara observed.

‘Be seated,’ he grunted in his deep masculine voice. He had an intonation that sounded like it had been forged in the fires of a bottomless steel mill.

Texxon’s
lead attorney stepped forward and started the proceedings. Clara arched her fingers together and braced herself for action.

The case was going smoothly enough, if somewhat slowly, (but then if stalling the process was the best
Texxon’s
lawyers could do then they probably didn’t have much else to go on) when Clara called Ace Cooper to the stand. This was where things would get interesting.

‘State your name for the record,’ Clara commanded.

‘Well they call me Aces Cooper little
darlin
,’Ace grinned, his voice sounding like a jolly old gold prospector. Clara couldn’t believe it, but people around there really seemed to buy that bullshit. There was nothing ordinary or humble about the head of
Texxon
– he’d spent his whole life with a silver spoon in his mouth.

‘Mr. Cooper,’ Clara asked, ‘if you would, could you please state for the court what your opinion on this current case is?’

‘Certainly,’ Ace said, ‘it’s a crock of hooey. A political fix-up of some sort I’d guess, but then you probably know that already, don’t you missy?’

‘A political fix-up that began over thirty years ago?’ Clara asked, a sly smile on her face, ‘by planting
Texxon
-marked waste on the community of Prudence? Don’t you think that’s a little farfetched, Mr. Cooper?’

Ace Cooper narrowed his eyes. ‘I
ain’t
got a notion what you mean girl,’ he said.

‘Oh come on,’ Clara snorted, ‘you’re not an idiot, are you? I mean you’re the head of a multinational corporation, you must understand the charges that have been brought against you?’

‘I understand the charges,’ Ace said, ‘I just don’t buy em.’

‘And the evidence?’
Clara asked, ‘you do understand that the evidence against you is so great as to be pretty much completely disprovable, right? I mean, even a total imbecile could see that.’

Ace leaned forward angrily in his chair. Clara could tell she was getting through to him.

‘Now gosh darn it!’ he barked, ‘I won’t just sit her and be insulted like this.’

‘Miss Silverman,’ Judge McKennedy ordered in his deep voice, ‘
reel
it in.’

Clara glanced up at him, slightly wounded by the rebuttal. ‘I’m only speaking the truth your honor,’ she said.

Cooper’s head lawyer stepped forward. ‘That should be stricken from the record,’ he said, ‘this is a courtroom, not a schoolyard.’

‘Granted,’ Moses said and banged his gavel. He looked down at Clara, his dark furious eyes almost piercing into her soul. ‘That will be all Miss Silverman,’ he said, ‘I don’t know how they do things in New York but down here we have manners. If you can’t learn to conduct yourself properly then things will not go well for you.’

A spark of irritation flashed through Clara’s head and she gritted her teeth. ‘Yes your honor,’ she said and returned to her seat.

Ace Cooper stood up from the stand and, chuckling to himself, walked back to his people.

The rest of the session crawled along without any further progress at all. By the time Judge McKennedy banged his gavel to close the day’s proceedings they were in the exact same place they had been when they began. Clara gathered up her things and left, inwardly cursing the phony shtick of Ace Cooper.

Out in the lobby she met up with the prudence townspeople to discuss their next move.
As they talked, a young aide came up to her and relayed the message that Judge McKennedy wished to see her in his chamber immediately.
Clara had no idea why that could be – it was certainly unconventional – but she excused herself and made her way towards the Judge’s room.

 
Judge
McKennedy’s
chamber was on the second floor at the far end of the courtroom. Up there, the tall marble corridor was completely deserted and the only sound to be heard was the faint echo of voices from the people down in the lobby at the other end of the building. Clara stepped up to the big mahogany door and knocked.

‘Enter!’

She opened the door and stepped inside. There at his desk was the huge figure of Moses McKennedy, still dressed in his black robes. He frowned sternly as she entered.

‘Sit,’ he bade, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk.

Clara stepped forward. ‘Your honor,’ she said, ‘what’s all this about?’

‘I said sit,’ Moses repeated.

Something about the way he said it made her instantly obey, as though his voice was so powerful and commanding that it could speak directly to her very muscle-memory. Clara pulled back the chair and sat down. Beneath his implacable glare she suddenly felt very naked and vulnerable.

‘You got a real attitude problem, don’t you girl?’

Clara blinked. ‘Excuse me?’ she said.

‘Shut your mouth,’ the Judge barked, ‘you got a real attitude problem –
don’t you girl
?’

Clara stared at him. The shock of his words had jolted her out of her obedience. No way was she going to let him talk to her like this. But then again, he
was
the presiding judge on the most important case of her life so she had to at least try to keep her cool.

‘Your honor,’ she said, ‘I’m only trying to do right by the people of Prudence.’

‘The people of Prudence?
Or your own self-serving ambition?’

Clara was speechless. She knew which way the judge leaned politically but she’d always heard how principled he was besides. What was this all about?

‘Don’t you know Ace Cooper has done an awful lot for this state?’ Judge Moses asked
,
his furious glare still honed in on her face, ‘Ace Cooper is a popular man. He has an awful lot of friends around here. Friends who don’t take kindly to watching him get insulted by some stick-up-her ass New York lawyer.’

That was it, Clara had had enough. She stood up from the desk. ‘How dare you,’ she whispered.

In a flash Judge Moses shot up from his seat, towering above her like the vengeance of Thor himself. ‘This is my courtroom and I dare as I please!’ he shouted, ‘you on the other hand need to be taught some manners.’

A twinge of excitement lit up inside Clara despite the strange circumstances she was in. Though she considered herself a modern, self-directed woman, Clara couldn’t help but get a little turned on when some guy tried to boss her around. Maybe it was that they had the nerve to challenge her despite all her best efforts to appear strong, maybe it was something more primitive and primal than that. She didn’t know. All she knew was – as the giant masculine monster began walking around his desk towards her – a universe of sexual energy was awaking within her body.

He came around to her side and loomed above her furiously. She could feel the heat radiate from beneath his robes as his massive rock-hard chest heaved up and down with each breath.

‘Well?’ he said, ‘do you need to be taught some manners girl?’

‘I
– ’
Clara began and then paused. ‘Yes,’ she said in a dry heavy voice, ‘yes I do.’

Before she knew what was happening, the judge reached out and pushed her abdomen down over the desk with his big strong hands. Clara let herself be lowered willfully until her face rested against the cold wooden surface and her hair got in her eyes. Her cunt was hot and wet now.

With a whack she jerked forward as Moses spanked her hard on the ass. A wave of stinging sensation washed over her and a mixture of humiliation, indignation and intense sexual excitement danced across the surface of her brain. Through the material of her smart grey suit pants, she felt the Judge’s hand rest against her stinging ass.

‘I’ll teach you some manners,’ the Judge warned and then slapped her hard again.

Clara jerked forward from the force of it. The pain felt so good, the humiliation was delectable.

‘You’re a harlot,’ the Judge said, ‘you like being punished, don’t you?’

‘Yes,’ Clara moaned.

‘What are you?’

‘I’m a harlot.’

The Judge spanked her again forcefully and a nebula of sensation exploded through her body. Clara’s hair was in her eyes and mouth now too as her face rested against the desk. With his other hand the Judge reached up and pressed it down into the hard surface, squeezing her cheek against her teeth. He continued to hold her down like that as he spanked her, Clara rocking forward ecstatically with each blow, squealing excitedly.

‘Come here,’ the Judge grunted and then stepped around behind her. She felt him push his huge rock-hard cock up against her ass as he moved closer to her. Holding her head down on the desk, he dry-humped her rough and hard for a few seconds, before reaching around her waist to unbutton her pants. This was so fucking dirty.
So completely wrong.

Judge Moses undid her pants and opened them, pulling down the zipper all the way. He placed his huge hands down over her crotch, feeling the heat emanating out of her panties. She burned for him now and she thrust her hips forward towards his hold.

‘You’re a naughty little harlot,’ the Judge grunted, as he slid his hand in underneath her panties and against her pulsing mound.

As his thick fingers slid down over her clitoris, Clara whimpered with pleasure. She was soaking now, completely aching to take him into her. The Judge pushed his sheathed cock harder up against her ass as he rubbed her swollen pussy lips. Clara squirmed beneath his massive hold – the guy was like a bear or something.
Just pure primal energy.

He inserted his fingers into her cunt while with his other hand he circled and teased around her throbbing clit. Clara moaned and shook, a pool of saliva spilling out of her mouth and onto the desk around her face.

‘Fuck me,’ she moaned, ‘please your honor, fuck me.’

The judge grunted roughly and pulled his hands away from her juicy pussy. He wrenched her hips towards his hard cock again one more time and then reached back to lift up his robes. Breathing heavily, he guided his cock down along the cleft her ass, the hot sticky feeling of its skin filling her with nefarious pleasures. As he ran it down towards her loins she lifted her ass higher to give him full access to her gaping holes.

His throbbing meat-stick continued down over the sensitive skin of her asshole and then stopped for a second. He was going to fuck her in the ass. Clara bit her lip and braced herself to take him inside her. She fucking loved feeling all that heat and power up her ass.

Moses began pushing his way through her tight ring and Clara closed her eyes as he filled her – it hurt, but it hurt so
good
.

‘I told you
you
had a stick up your ass,’ the Judge grunted to her and then thrust his hips forward hard and fast, pushing his cock all the way up her channel.

‘OH FUCK!’ Clara warbled as the force of it shoved her forward.

As the Judge started fucking her, he slipped his hands back around her cunt and began playing with her sore lips and clit again. Peals of ecstasy reverberated through her body as Judge Moses McKennedy took complete control of her pussy and asshole. She gave it to him willingly and within moments she was shuddering with orgasm.

Judge Moses pulled his cock out of her and wiped it on his robes.

‘I want to taste that dirty pussy,’ he grunted and then bent down behind her.

He placed both hands on her ass and pushed her forward as he opened his iron jaw over her cunt and licked it greedily. Holy shit, the guy’s tongue was as big as the rest of him, he really was an animal!

He stuck his massive tongue right into her cunt and it went in as far as some men’s cocks did. He lapped and flecked at her throbbing inner-walls as she twitched and moaned above him. As he ate her out with such ferocious hunger, his strong fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass and squeezed her tight. She was completely his, claimed as his own, whether she liked it or not. Luckily, she liked it very much.

As the Judge continued to devour her cunt she felt the onset of climax begin again. She clenched her hands into fists and thrust her ass back at his face as he chomped and slurped on her snatch.