Client Privileges

Chanel Preston hammers at her keyboard, case notes swallowing the afternoon. The receptionist barely announces the name before Judy Jolie slips inside, all silk blouse and sharp heels. Judy drops into the chair and spits the problem straight out: her husband keeps lawyers like attack dogs and swears she married him for his wallet. She wants blood and half his accounts. Chanel opens the motion he filed and the insults glare back: frigid, gold-digger, lesbian. One line stings louder than the rest—he claims her body has dried up. Judy scoffs, shoves her blouse apart, and cups heavy bare breasts across the desk. “Are these the tits of a woman past her prime?” Chanel’s eyes drag over the soft swell, the tight nipples already tight from anger. “You look dangerous,” she says. Judy smirks, stands, shrugs the dress to her waist and climbs into the lawyer’s lap, thighs spread on either side. She rolls her hips once, testing weight, and Chanel’s hands slide up smooth ribs to cradle both breasts. The two women stare. Judy leans closer, breath mint-sweet. “If I hire you, will you drain him dry?” Chanel thumbs the stiff peaks, voice low. “I’ll ruin him.” Their mouths meet—slow, hungry—while Judy grinds down, soaking silk against Chanel’s thigh, sealing the deal in wet heat.