The April Fools Day Marathon

Andrew crashed through the metal door and into the lobby, knowing he needed to move fast if he was going to get away in time. He ran for the exterior door, the sirens louder once he shoved it open and stepped onto the sidewalk outside. They were loud, closer than he expected, and he couldn't tell where they were coming from so he turned and ran to his left. Still struggling to see from the pepper spray and the darkness, he had little idea where he was, his panic compounding his disorientation.

He ran across a parking lot, the sirens louder now, until he noticed blue and red lights flashing off the buildings on both sides of the street. He looked up and saw a police car headed toward him and stopped, looking around frantically for an escape route. He started to move to his left but just then a blinding light hit him right in the face as a loud voice yelled, "Drop the weapon!"

Andrew froze as another voice, this one female, yelled, "Drop it right now!" He saw blurry forms holding flashlights coming toward him, each with what looked like their other hand on their right hips as they kept yelling for him to drop his weapon. Andrew stood straight up, his arms spread wide, letting them know he wasn't a threat.

"Taser! Taser! Taser!" he heard, and just as he started to protest he felt something hit his chest. A sharp pain radiated throughout his body, worse than he'd ever felt, and his muscles locked up. Andrew's body stiffened as electricity pulsed through him. His entire body cramped, and it hurt like hell, even more so when he fell to the pavement. Instantly he felt people on top of him, their knees in his back as they grabbed his arms and yelled, "Stop resisting!"

They jerked his hands behind him, and he felt metal on his wrists as they handcuffed him before rolling him onto his back. The asphalt was rough against his body and his hands hurt from being wedged under him, but he didn't try to move, knowing it was pointless. One of the officers removed the taser prongs and they jerked him to his feet before walking him to an ambulance, where he was checked out and found to be "fit for confinement," which didn't sound good to him.

"I guess I don't need to search him," the male officer said, laughing as he looked down at Andrew, who was dressed only in his socks and shoes. "Come on, pervert, let's get you to jail."

"I'm not a pervert," Andrew said as they led him to the patrol car. "It's not what it looks like."

"You're under arrest for sexual misconduct," the female officer said. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand your rights?"

"Yes," Andrew said. "But it's not what it looks like. I was just..."

"Tell it to the judge," the female officer said as she put him in the back seat. The officers drove him to the county jail and uncuffed him before handing him off to the jail staff. They took his shoes and socks and had him shower right there in the sallyport, and then took him to the booking area, where he was given an orange jumpsuit, white socks, and orange sandals. Then a guard brought him to the medical office, where thankfully a nurse washed his eyes out. An intense feeling of relief washed over Andrew now that the pepper spray was gone and he could see again. He looked around at the bare cinder block walls bathed in fluorescent light, the silver metal tables with various medical equipment, and then the nurse seated in front of him. "I'm the jail nurse," she said. "I don't want to be alone with you any longer than I have to, so just cooperate and let's get this over with, okay?"

"It's not what you think," he said. "My fraternity brothers put me up to it, I swear."

"I'm just here to make sure you're okay so you can be booked," she said. "I don't need to know about your case." Andrew nodded and she touched his chest with her gloved hands, examining the spot where the Taser prongs entered. It felt nice, even under the circumstances, and Andrew noticed the nurse was cute, her scrubs hugging what he could tell was a decent body.

"I'm not a criminal," Andrew said.

"That's not for me to decide," the nurse said, a little smile on her face. "Just answer my questions, please." Andrew took a deep breath and tried to focus as she started asking him questions. "Do you have any medical conditions or take any medications prescribed by a doctor?" He shook his head no. "Are you under the influence of drugs or alcohol?"

"No," he said, prompting a skeptical look from the nurse. "It was just a fraternity prank."

"Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness?" He shook his head again. "Any STDs? HIV? Syphilis? Gonorrhea? Anything like that?" He shook his head no again. "When's the last time you had sexual intercourse?"

"Excuse me?" he said. "I don't see what that has to do with..."

"When's the last time you had sexual intercourse?" she interrupted, her tone firmer than before.

"I don't know, uh, like a month ago," he said. "But I don't know why..."

"Did you use a condom?" the nurse asked.

"Yes, I always--what does this have to do with anything?" Andrew asked.

"Standard procedure," the nurse said. "I'm ordering a mental status evaluation and a psychiatric consult. Right now, I need a blood sample because I can't imagine you're not on drugs, and we'll be done." Andrew couldn't help but notice again how cute she was in her scrubs, her ass drawing his attention as she leaned over to get the equipment from a drawer.

"You know, if you need another type of sample from me, I'd be happy to provide it," he said, looking her up and down after she'd turned back around.

"Are you kidding me?" the nurse said. "You're propositioning me? I'm at work, Mr. Keyser, and you're in jail, not at a frat party. So hold out your arm and let's get this over with."

"I'm sorry, I just thought--it's been a long night," he sighed. "I'll shut up." He held out his arm and she took the sample, after which a guard led him to a large cell, which thankfully only had three other men inside, this being a Tuesday morning in April in a college town. He tried to fall asleep on the worn mat they gave him, but the events of the night raced through his mind and kept him awake. Admittedly it had been pretty funny at the start, but things had spiraled out of control, and now here he was, lying on the floor of a jail holding cell.

At seven o'clock the lights came on and the guards brought trays of food inside, but it looked disgusting, and Andrew wasn't hungry anyway. Ninety minutes later they shackled him and the other inmates and walked them down a hallway, which Andrew realized was the bridge over the street between the jail and the courthouse. Moments later he was in a courtroom, sitting in the jury box as lawyers milled about, waiting for the judge. Andrew's heart sank when he recognized one of them, and then sank further when she saw him and walked over.

"Well, look who it is," she said, a huge smile on her face. "I'm surprised it took this long for you to end up in here."

"Hi, Stephanie," he said resignedly, frustrated he had nowhere to hide since he was still chained to the inmates on either side of him. She leaned forward, her forearms resting on the ledge in front of the jury box, her shirt just low-cut enough to give him a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. He'd always found her attractive, her long blonde hair and long legs being right up his alley, but today she looked even better than he remembered.

"Can you get me out of here?" Andrew asked as he raised his eyes to meet hers, feeling unexpectedly awkward when he realized she'd noticed what he was looking at.

"That depends," she said. "How about we go talk in private. Guys, can you bring him to one of the meeting rooms?" Andrew saw one of the deputies nod, and he came over to uncuff him before walking him to the back of the courtroom and into a small, square room with just a table and four chairs inside. Andrew saw the deputy glance at Stephanie, who said, "Yeah, go ahead and cuff him, just in case he really is a pervert."

"I'm not," Andrew said as the deputy led him to a chair and cuffed him to a ring mounted into the table. "I'm not going to do anything."

"Well, it sounds like you had quite the night," Stephanie said as the deputy left. She leafed through a stack of papers in front of her. "Sexual misconduct, sexual misconduct again, sexual misconduct a third time, running from the police."

"I can explain," Andrew said. "Today's April Fool's Day, so each year the younger guys get to prank one of the seniors. Sort of a role reversal, payback for the hazing when they were pledges."

"I take it my brother was involved?" she asked.

"No, he and I are both seniors," he said. She arched her eyebrow at him and frowned, and he added, "It was the younger guys' idea. At least I think so. I don't know, this is all just a big misunderstanding."

"I don't know that the judge will see it that way," she said. "But I'll do my best to get you out of here. To be clear, I'm only your lawyer for today. I have a contract with the court to help move things along for initial appearances. Fill out this questionnaire and then I'll see you in there."

She stood up and Andrew couldn't help but notice how good she looked as she turned toward the door. Her navy-blue skirt fit her perfectly, he thought as he stared at her, turned on by how it hugged the curve of her hips and displayed her nice ass before ending just above her knee. He didn't notice she'd turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. "Andrew?" she said as he looked up. "When we're in there, try not to do anything that would make the judge think you're a sex offender, okay?"

"Right," he said, his face getting red. "Sorry, I just, I didn't mean to." She smiled at him and walked out, leaving him to his paperwork. When he'd finished the deputy brought him back to the jury box. Just then the judge came in and everyone stood up, like on TV, and started calling names. He only half paid attention to what was going on, his focus almost exclusively on Stephanie. The way she sparred with the prosecutor and fought to get her clients released on bail impressed him, as Andrew had no interest in going back across the street.

As the morning rolled on, an endless parade of defendants coming up to ask for bail or get a new court date, Andrew couldn't help but notice how smart and confident Stephanie was. She was totally at ease talking to the judge and arguing in front of a full courtroom, and really in command of her cases. And she was attractive, even more so than when he'd seen her at the football tailgate parties her dad threw before each home game every fall, parties Andrew dutifully attended for the free food and beer.

Relatively tall at about 5'8", she had a slender waist and a pretty face. He could see the outline of her ample breasts inside her suit jacket and white top, and her long legs looked incredible, even if he unfortunately couldn't see her thighs. He'd known Stephanie for a while, his buddy George's sister who suddenly started showing up in September now that she was back home from law school. She always wore jeans and a t-shirt, or a sweatshirt in later months, but now, seeing her at work, dressed so professionally, he couldn't help but get turned on.

"Andrew Keyser," the judge said, catching his attention. Thankfully the courtroom was nearly empty now, 90 minutes having passed. "Do you understand what you're charged with?" the judge asked as he was brought to the middle of the room to stand in front of her.

"I think so," Andrew said.

"We'll waive reading of the charges," Stephanie said. She leaned over and whispered into his ear, "You're charged with sexual misconduct in the first degree, okay? Three counts. You don't want that read out loud, do you?"

"No," Andrew whispered, the gravity of his situation hitting him now. "Can you get me out of here?"

"We'll see," she said quietly, her lips only inches from him as he felt her breath on his ear. With her heels on she was almost as tall as he was at six feet, and she pressed against him as she leaned in, his arm between her breasts. He couldn't help but start to get aroused, and he glanced down at her chest, catching another brief glimpse of cleavage. "You have to stop looking at me like that," she whispered.

"Sorry," he said, lifting his eyes to meet her striking blue eyes. "I just--I'll stop, I promise. Just please get me out of jail."

"Your Honor, my client understands the charges," Stephanie said after turning to face the judge. The judge started asking questions about him and he was impressed by how eloquent Stephanie was, how impressive she made him sound just from his questionnaire answers. Honor student, fraternity president, from a good family, never been in trouble before, and so on and so on.

"How does his behavior last night fit into all of that, Ms. Hanson?" the judge asked.

"Alleged behavior, Your Honor. It's my understanding this was a fraternity prank that got out of hand," Stephanie said.

"Which fraternity?" the judge asked.

"Lambda Chi Alpha," Andrew said.

"Well, then I think we can dispense with calling it alleged behavior," the judge said. "My husband would be so proud. The state's position on bail?"

"No bail," the prosecutor said. "At least until we can figure out what was really going on here."

"It was just a prank," Andrew said as he started to panic. "I can't stay in jail. I'm only 22, I'm about to graduate. I wasn't going to..." He felt Stephanie's hand on his forearm, but he continued, "Sure, I was naked and when I heard the sirens I started to..."

"Mr. Keyser, anything you say in here can be used against you by the prosecutor, okay?" the judge interrupted, just as his lawyer elbowed him in the ribs. "I'm sure your attorney told you to let her do the talking. I suggest you listen to her, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Andrew replied.

"Judge, these are misdemeanors," Stephanie said. "He's a college senior, no priors. It was an April Fool's prank, and since my brother is a member of the same fraternity, I can personally attest that my client most certainly acted immaturely and did something stupid. However, he's not dangerous, he'll show up in court, and he won't violate terms of his release."

"If my husband went to jail for every dumb thing he did when he was in that fraternity, he'd still be locked up," the judge said, cutting off the prosecutor as he started to protest. "Personal recognizance ordered, the defendant to be released today on a promise to appear on April 29 at 9:00 a. m. Mr. Keyser, don't do anything stupid, okay? And no public nudity."

"Yes, Your Honor," he replied, a wave of relief washing over him. He turned to Stephanie and added, "Thank you so much."

"It's not over," she said. "But you'll be released shortly and then you'll need to get an attorney. I just contract with the court for these initial appearances."

"Can I hire you?" he asked.

"You can hire my firm," she replied. "Assuming you can afford us. How about you stop by later today, after you get out? We're a half mile or so down Fifth Street." The deputy took him by the arm and brought him back to the jail, where he was led to a large room with a guard behind a cage.

He handed Andrew a bag containing his socks and shoes and said, "Change into your clothes, give the jail clothes to me, and then go through that door."

"But I just have shoes and socks," Andrew said hesitantly.

"Not my problem," the guard said.

"Do you have clothes I could wear?" Andrew asked.

"Sure, the men's section starts in aisle 9," the guard said. "We just got the new spring fashions this week." He chuckled, much more amused than Andrew was, and then added, "Change out. I have six more inmates to process and you're holding things up." Andrew sighed and got undressed, putting his shoes and socks back on and stepping through the door, where the guard handed him a sheet of paper and said, "Sign to confirm you received your clothes back."

Andrew signed and said, "But I'm just going to get arrested again. Do you at least have a towel or something?"

"Not my problem. Next time wear clothes," the guard said. "The door to 5th street is right behind you." Andrew turned and gingerly opened the door, the bright sunlight making it hard to see at first. His heart sank as he saw several people on the sidewalk, which for some reason surprised him. He'd only been down here at night, to go to the bars, and the thought of people going to work for some reason had never occurred to him.

Reluctantly he stepped forward and let the door clang shut behind him. A few people looked at him with alarm and hurried along. Man, I'm going to be right back in there, he thought as he turned to walk west, desperate to escape. "Hey pervert, get off the sidewalk," he heard a woman yell. He looked to his left and saw a car stopped at the curb, the front window down. "Get in before I call the cops."

He leaned forward and looked through the passenger window, relieved to see Stephanie behind the wheel. Andrew jumped in, covering his privates with his hands as she pulled away from the curb. "I almost forgot how cheap the county is," she said. "I can't believe they didn't give you a towel or something."

"This is so embarrassing," Andrew said as he leaned forward, trying to shield himself with his upper body.

"You know, I've seen one of those before," she said as she looked over at his crotch. "Please don't tell me I'm the first woman to see you naked."

"No, of course not," Andrew said. "It's just that I just got out of jail, and now I'm sitting in your car naked, and you're my friend's sister. So it's kind of embarrassing, okay?"

"How about you let me decide whether you have anything to be embarrassed about?" she asked, glancing down at his crotch. Suddenly he felt even more ridiculous, sitting crouched over with his hands covering himself, something that was getting harder as he got harder. Stephanie wasn't just attractive, he realized, she was downright hot with her jacket off. He had a full view of her in her skirt and short-sleeve top, and her breasts looked great. Probably C cups, he told himself, although Andrew admittedly didn't really know how that whole system worked.

"Fine," he sighed as he sat up straight and moved his hands to his side.

"Very nice," she said as she looked over again. "Seven inches?" Andrew blushed hard as he nodded, the feeling of being ogled by a fully clothed woman he knew being something he'd never experienced. He'd certainly done the opposite at frat parties, sorority girls thankfully being willing to take their tops off and even get naked in front of everyone after they'd had a few drinks. But this, this was different, he thought, and he couldn't help but feel self-conscious.

"Aren't you the one that told me to stop looking at you like that?" Andrew asked as she kept looking over at him.

"That was in court, so the judge would let you out," Stephanie said as she kept driving. "Besides, don't you like exposing yourself?"

"No, I don't," Andrew said firmly. "Like I said, they put me up to that."

"Well, you can tell me all about it inside," Stephanie said as she turned into a parking lot next to a building that said, "Hanson Law Group." "This is my dad's firm," she added. "I just started here last fall, after I passed the bar exam."

"Yes, I remember." Andrew said. "You told me all about it at one of the tailgates last fall."

"I did, didn't I?" she said as she parked. "Come on, we can go in the back door so no one sees you," she added as she opened the car door and stood up, lingering with the door open for a moment so he could see her perfect ass again. He climbed out of the car and Stephanie ushered him through a back door and down a short hallway to a bathroom. "Wash your face and hands, and there's mouthwash in there," she said.

"Do you have any clothes I can wear?" he asked.

"Nope," she said.

"Okay, whatever," he sighed, too worn out to care. He washed up and rinsed out his mouth and she led him further down the hall to her office, where she closed and locked the door. They both took a seat and she looked at him from behind her desk, even prettier when she smiled, her blue eyes sparkling and her flawless face looking perfect framed by her blonde hair.

"What's next?" he asked. "Can I hire you?"

"$1,000 for a misdemeanor, unless you go to trial, then it's more," she said. Andrew tried not to react, tried to play it cool, like a thousand bucks was no big deal. He didn't want to say his parents would pay for it, because she'd probably think that was lame, and anyway he was pretty sure they were tired of his frat boy antics.

"That's no problem," he said confidently, internally saying goodbye to the post-graduation trip he had planned.

"Perfect," she said. "Now tell me what happened. And no lying. Remember, I'm your lawyer now, so I need to know everything--the good, the bad, and the ugly. The worst thing you can do is lie to me." She was so professional, so grown up, so in control that the thought of her walking around her desk and taking him flashed through his mind. He'd thought about her a few times, usually imaging them staying behind in the back seat of a car when everyone went into the stadium, but this was way hotter. For several seconds he just sat there, getting hard as he fantasized about her having her way with him, until she said, "Andrew, you need to focus, okay? Tell me what happened."

Andrew sat up straight, jolted out of his fantasy. "Okay, uh, like I said, every year the new guys get to play a prank on a senior, usually the one who was president the year before. I've known it was coming all year, and it's tradition, so last night when they told me to get in the car I knew I was in for something. We drove outside of town, on Highway 79, until we stopped in the middle of nowhere at midnight and they told me to get out of the car."

"Why'd they pick you?" Stephanie asked. "Were you the president last year?"

"No, I wasn't. I guess you'd have to ask them," he said, hoping she wouldn't press the issue. "Anyway, they said I was going to do the April Fools Day Marathon. I had to walk 26 miles back to the house. At four miles an hour, they figured I'd be there at 6:30, maybe 7 o'clock in the morning, before it got too busy in town. I could go straight down Highway 79 into town, and then stay on it after it became 10th Street, until turning onto Dunn Road to get to the house."

"Okay, sounds easy enough," Stephanie said. "I run every day."

"I do too, so that's what I thought," Andrew said. "But then they said I had to do it naked."

"That's pretty good," Stephanie said, laughing. "I take it you agreed?"

"I had to," Andrew said. "I'd never live it down if I didn't. So I stripped right there on the side of the road, except for my shoes and socks. And then one of them opened the trunk, and handed me an ax."

"That's really good," Stephanie said, a huge smile on her face as she sat behind her desk. "Immature, but good. So then what happened?"

"I grabbed the ax and just started walking," Andrew said. "They were so pleased with themselves that I didn't even bother to protest. Thankfully, I was in the middle of nowhere and didn't see a car for miles. It wasn't too cold, and I'm in decent shape so I made good time. After a while I started passing more houses, but it was like four in the morning, so no one was out. I cruised through the edge of town, over the interstate, and then a few blocks over to the TV station."

"Then what happened?" Stephanie asked, pen in hand as she started taking notes.

"That's when it went off the rails," Andrew said. "I saw a car pull into the lot and figured it was someone coming to work for the morning news, so I stopped. A woman got out, but she just stood there, looking at her phone. She was right near the edge of the lot, just a couple spaces in, and she just wouldn't move. I recognized her from TV, one of the reporters. Anyway, she wasn't budging, and I couldn't wait forever, so I decided to just walk past, like it was nothing, you know?"

"I take it she didn't think it was nothing?" Stephanie asked.

"No, not at all. She looked up and screamed, really loud," he answered. "I turned to face her, maybe twenty feet away, and told her it was just a prank, for April Fools Day. She glanced down, and then back up, and then she reached into her purse and pulled out a gun and pointed it right at me."

"A gun?" Stephanie asked with alarm. "A real one?"

"No idea. I just knew I wasn't going to find out," Andrew said. "I bolted, ran as fast as I could with her screaming behind me, until I was out of breath and had to stop. So as I'm standing there sucking wind, my eyes closed, my heart pounding, I heard another scream, higher pitched this time, and right as I opened my eyes I saw a woman holding a can of pepper spray like five feet in front of me."

"What did she do?" Stephanie asked.

"She sprayed me right in the face," Andrew said. "Really hosed me down. I thought I was going to die it hurt so bad. I couldn't see, I could barely breathe, and I just fell to the ground. I heard a car start and I guess she drove away, because I was just lying there on the sidewalk in agony for I don't know how long."

"Good for her," Stephanie said. "And good for the reporter. Is that her?" She turned her computer screen and Andrew saw the reporter's face on the TV station's website.

"Yeah," Andrew said. "Camila Rodriguez."

"Did she get a good look at you?" Stephanie asked. "Maybe she'll be a witness for us, confirm your story, you know?"

"I don't know, I mean, she definitely looked at me, but she was pretty pissed," Andrew said hesitantly. "You said not to lie to you, right? To tell you everything?"

"Absolutely," Stephanie said.

"Well, that reporter is, well, she's attractive, okay?" Andrew said. "I mean, she's got really nice, you know, and when I was looking at her I started getting..."

"Getting what?" Stephanie asked.

"You know," Andrew said.

"I don't," Stephanie said, smiling. "You were looking at the pretty reporter, the one with the big boobs, and you started getting what?"

"Aroused, okay?" Andrew said. "I started getting aroused. So when I ran past, it was, you know, obvious, and she saw that, so I don't know that she's going to be much help."

"Wonderful," Stephanie sighed. "Tell me what happened next."

"After I got sprayed, I eventually got myself together and started walking again," he answered. "I could barely see and had tears streaming down my face, but I stumbled my way along until I got to the city rec center. I thought I could wash my eyes out, so I went through the lobby and through the first door I found, looking for a bathroom. It turned out to be the gym. Right when I got in there, I heard a bunch of screams. It was some exercise class for old ladies."

"That's some bad luck," Stephanie said, laughing again.

"No shit," Andrew said. "They start screaming louder and I'm looking around, hardly able to see, and I hear people start yelling about calling the cops. So I bolted, out the door and into the parking lot, and I ran down the street until the cops got me." He told her the rest of the story, about being tased and taken to jail, all the way up until he met her in court.

"That's quite the story," she said.

"No one's going to believe it, are they?" he asked. "They're all going to think I'm some perverted sex offender and I'm going to go to jail."

"I don't know about that," she said. "You have a great lawyer, after all." Just then her phone rang. "Stephanie Hanson," she said before pausing. "I see. So he's all clear? That's excellent news. Thank you so much for calling." She hung up and walked around to the front of her desk to stand right in front of him. She sat on the edge, her butt resting against the front of the desk with her long legs extended so that her feet were between his.

"So what now?" Andrew asked.

"You're in good hands with me, okay?" she said. She widened her stance just a bit and her smooth, lean legs looked incredible, especially now that he could see just a bit of her thighs. "Just let me take care of everything." He imagined her climbing onto him, wondering if she was wearing panties under her skirt. He started to get aroused again as he thought about her lowering herself onto him, and Stephanie opened her stance just a bit more, her legs just touching his now, making him wonder if it might happen.

She looked at her watch and said, "Ugh, it's 11:30. Sorry, the time got away from me. I have to be back in court in an hour. How about I order us lunch and then you can take a nap in our spare office?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," he said, looking her in the eye as the moment passed, realizing he was probably being ridiculous. She's my lawyer, he thought as she stood up, and what, 26? And she's George's sister, he reminded himself as she called in a delivery order. They spent the next hour going over every detail of his night. It was impressive how smart she was, how penetrating her questions were, how she didn't miss anything.

"That makes sense," Stephanie said when he'd gone through it all and they'd finished eating. "I do have one question, though. When you walked in front of the reporter, why'd you stop? Why not just keep walking?"

"I, uh, thought maybe--I thought I had a shot," Andrew admitted.

"A shot?" Stephanie asked incredulously. "Please tell me you're joking."

"No, I'm not," he said. "I didn't mention this before because it sounds kind of dumb, but--you know what, never mind."

"I'm sure it is dumb," Stephanie replied. "And juvenile, and immature, but I need to know. It's my job to know everything about your case."

"Okay, fine," Andrew said. "The reason they picked me for the marathon is that, well, I'm kind of known as a ladies' man."

"Is that so?" Stephanie asked, a thin smile on her face.

"Yeah, I mean it's never been a problem getting a girlfriend or getting girls to--anyway, that's why they picked me," he said. "I think they're kind of jealous, you know? One of them said something like, 'Let's see if Keyser can get laid tonight' after they gave me the ax. I thought it was ridiculous too, but as I was walking, I thought, why not? I'd be a legend, right? You never know what chicks are into."

"And then one pulled a gun on you, one pepper sprayed you, others called the cops on you, one tased you, and one didn't want you to provide a semen sample?" Stephanie asked. "Did I get that right?"

"How'd you know about that?" he asked with alarm.

"I'm your lawyer," Stephanie said. "It's my job to know everything about your case. Now come on, let's get you some rest." She led him to a spare office with a couple couches in it and said, "I'll be gone all afternoon. Get some sleep and then when I get back, I'll take you home."

Andrew started to protest but she grabbed a sheet from a drawer and pointed at the couch. As soon as his head hit the cushion he was out cold, exhausted from the night before. A while later he felt a hand on his shoulder and slowly opened his eyes to see Stephanie leaning over him. "Time to wake up," she said. "It's 5:30." The lights in the office were off but the door was open, letting light from the hallway enter. Stephanie knelt next to the couch, her jacket off, her breasts bulging against her shirt, just inches from his face, her hair in a ponytail now.

"Sorry," he said groggily. "I was really tired."

"I'll bet you were," she said as she placed her hand on his chest, touching him through the bedsheet. "Do you feel better now?" Andrew nodded and she continued, "I have a confession to make. I wasn't completely honest with you before either."

"You weren't?" he asked as her hand started to move down to his stomach.

"Nope," she said, her hand moving a bit lower. "I feel bad about how last night turned out. We never meant for it to end up like that. It certainly wasn't our plan."

"Our plan?" Andrew asked. "You were in on it?"

"We thought there was a chance you'd end up in jail, so I was on standby, just in case," she said, tugging the sheet upward, toward his stomach. "I made sure I'd be the one covering court this morning."

"So you knew about the marathon?" he asked. She yanked the sheet all the way, and he added, "Wait, what are you doing?"

"Yes, my brother and your buddies told me all about it," she said, moving her hand to down to his crotch and beginning to stroke him lightly. "Are you mad at me?"

"No, of course not," Andrew moaned, not wanting her to stop. "But isn't this against the rules? I'm your client, right?"

"That's the other thing I wasn't completely honest about," she said, still stroking him. "You don't have a real case. It was my contribution to the prank, something the guys don't know about. The judge played along because her husband was in your frat, and the prosecutor and I went to law school together. I thought it made the marathon better. So you're not really my client."

"I'm not?" he asked, his breathing growing heavier as he wondered if she was really going through with this, desperately hoping she would. "I thought you were..." Stephanie grabbed his left leg and pulled it toward her, opening his legs wide. She leaned over him and drooled onto his cock, her smooth hand gliding up and down his shaft now. "I thought..."

"I feel kind of bad about it," Stephanie said. "And I feel bad about teasing you before. I could tell you wanted me, but I needed you rested and ready to go. Can I make it up to you?" Andrew nodded and sat up a bit, angling his body into the corner of the couch, his right leg straight out on the cushions and his left leg bent, his foot on the floor. Stephanie's head was between his legs, and he looked down to see her open her mouth slightly and let more saliva drool onto his cock.

"I love how hard you are," Stephanie said, and Andrew felt himself get even stiffer as she stroked him, so turned on he couldn't stand it. "It was so difficult being in court, thinking of you back here, naked and horny, just waiting for me." She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his head, giving him a few shallow sucks with her hand still on his shaft. "All I could think about was making you cum."

Andrew tried to say something but only a few noises came out, his brain unable to focus on anything as she worked her way downward. Her mouth was so warm and wet, and she gripped him so tightly, that he couldn't think of anything else. Stephanie slowly worked her way up and down his shaft again and again, the sight of her blonde hair bobbing up and down as she took all of him making him even more excited.

She went nice and slow, and he scooted forward so his ass was right at the edge of the couch. Andrew closed his eyes and let out loud moans as he felt her move back up to the tip before sliding down again. He started breathing deeply, trying not to cum too quickly, but she was good--really good. Stephanie increased her pace slightly, moaning enthusiastically the whole time, just the way he liked it. Andrew felt an orgasm building and knew there was nothing he could do now, that he couldn't hold out much longer.

His body twitched once, then again, and Stephanie's pace increased just a bit, her lips tight as he swelled inside her. Andrew felt his muscles tensing, his left hand gripping the armrest as he started to lose control. He jerked once, then again, desperate for relief, wanting nothing more than to unload inside her. He was moaning loudly as she plunged her head down again and again, her grip still tight, and then his hips bucked as he shot a stream into her, then another, groaning loudly as he felt the orgasm throughout his entire body.

Stephanie kept going, taking a third shot as his cock throbbed, Andrew moaning as she slowed down, overwhelmed by how good it felt. She held him inside her until he'd finished, the last few drops oozing out until he nudged her away, the feeling simply too intense for him to handle.

"Well, that was quite a load," she said a moment later. "Been a while, huh?" He opened his eyes and saw she was kneeling straight up now, a broad smile on her face as she licked her upper lip. He just nodded, unable to talk, his breathing still heavy.

"What just happened?" Andrew panted as she stood up.

"That was a blowjob," Stephanie replied. "Please don't tell me you've never done that before."

"No, of course I have," he said. "I'm just surprised. Shocked, really. I didn't expect that. I mean, we're in your office."

"My dad is out of town for depositions and his partner is on vacation," she said. "Our receptionist and paralegal are gone for the day. Don't worry, everything's fine."

"Okay," he said. "So then do you want me to, you know, return the favor?"

Stephanie smiled and said, "Maybe later. Right now, we need to get your ax back so you can finish the marathon."

"Finish the marathon?" Andrew asked incredulously. "No way, I've had enough. And besides, the cops will never give me the ax back."

"Why not?" she asked. "It's not illegal and you're not charged with a crime. Plus, I can be very persuasive."

"I'm sure you can," he said as he looked up at her, admiring her gorgeous body, wishing her clothes were off as his gaze drifted downward from her chest to her slender waist to her gorgeous legs. He noticed her heels were gone, replaced by tennis shoes, and a brief look of disappointment crossed his face.

"Sorry, they were killing my feet," she said. "Maybe if you play your cards right, I'll wear them for you later on." Stephanie grabbed the sheet and held it out for him as he stood up, still startled by what had happened.

"Maybe we should talk about..." he said.

"You can't go back to the frat house without the ax," she interrupted.

"I don't live in the house," he said. "I'm a senior so I have an apartment with some other guys. Can we stop and pick up some clothes?"

Stephanie smiled and said, "I think the sheet will do. Come on, we need to be there before 6:00." She turned and walked out, Andrew hurrying behind her. She stopped in the restroom and he heard her gargling before she stepped out, the smell of mouthwash on her breath, and said, "Shall we?"

"I can't go into a police station with just a sheet on," he said as she led him outside.

"Sure you can," she said. "You went in last night with just your shoes on." Ignoring his protests, she got in her car and drove him to the sheriff's office, which was in the same building as the jail, brushing off his attempts to talk about what happened the whole time. The sheriff's office was in the same building as the jail, next door the courthouse, and thankfully no one was in the lobby when they walked in. Stephanie texted someone and a few minutes later a door opened to reveal the female deputy who tased him.

"Hello, counselor, how can I help you?" the deputy asked.

"This is Andrew Keyser," Stephanie said.

"How could I forget?" the deputy said. Andrew couldn't help but look her up and down, and wondered what it would be like to get with a cop.

"We're here to pick up the ax you seized from him earlier today. He's not being charged," Stephanie said.

"Are you sure about that?" the deputy said. "The prosecutor said he's already been charged. Three counts of sexual misconduct, one of them upgraded to a felony because the women in the gym were over the age of 60." She glanced over at Andrew, a smug look on her face. "Sorry, pervert, you're going to jail."

"What?" Andrew said, his concern rising. "I thought this was all taken care of."

"Is there a warrant for his arrest?" Stephanie asked.

"It's probably not signed by the judge yet," the deputy said. "But it will be soon. Charges were filed this afternoon."

"Who's assigned to the case?" Stephanie said angrily. Andrew felt his hands get sweaty and his heart started to race as panic washed over him.

"Marcus," the deputy said. "Go ahead, give him a call. He'll tell you everything." Then, turning to Andrew, she added, "Next time, don't expose yourself to a reporter. The elected prosecutor hates bad publicity." She went back through the door and Stephanie got her phone out, guiding Andrew outside as she tapped on the screen.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'll get this sorted out." A moment later Andrew heard a male voice answer on speakerphone. "Marcus," Stephanie said. "What's this about Andrew Keyser being charged?"

"I was just about to call you," he said. "That reporter he exposed himself to was furious when she heard he was released. She called the boss and he was pissed, so I had to file the charges. And I had to upgrade one of them to a felony. Sorry about that. I know it was supposed to be part of the joke, but it's out of my hands now."

"Does he have a warrant?" Stephanie asked, concern visible on her face.

"Yeah, I just got it signed," the prosecutor said. "Judge Martinez is the duty judge, so you know what that means."

"$20,000 cash only bond?" Stephanie asked, rolling her eyes as she looked at Andrew. "Completely ridiculous. You know I'll get that lowered next week." She motioned for him to follow her outside and he complied, even now unable to stop himself from checking out her ass yet again.

"I know," the prosecutor said. "But he'll have to ride the weekend out in jail."

"What the hell is going on?" Andrew blurted out, unable to contain himself. "I'm going to jail?"

"Stephanie, is that your client?" the prosecutor said. "You need to turn him in right now."

"Sorry, Marcus, gotta go," Stephanie said, her thumb hitting the phone screen just as Marcus started to say something else. "Come on, we need to get out of here." She jumped in the car, Andrew joining her in a full-blown panic now.

"I thought this was a joke!" he shouted. "Now I'm going to jail? All because that reporter is pissed?"

"The elected prosecutor is a politician," Stephanie said as she pulled out of the lot. "He's obsessed with media coverage and his image."

"So I'm going to jail because some politician wants to look good on the news?" he asked.

She looked over at him, smiled, and said, "You wouldn't be the first. But hey, at least you got a blowjob on your last day of freedom, right? Not to brag, but I think it was worth four years."

"Four years!" he yelled. "I'm going to jail for four years?"

"Not if I can help it," she said. "That's the max, so it's unlikely. But you never know. Judge Martinez is, well, she's a hardass. No sense of humor, not a big fan of sex offenders."

"This can't be happening," he said, leaning forward to rest his head in his hands as Stephanie drove on.

"Look, just lay low this weekend," she said. "You can turn yourself in on Monday, and I'll hopefully be able to get your bond reduced so you'll only be in there for a few hours. Assuming you hire me, of course. $5,000 is the initial fee."

"I thought you said one thousand," he said, feeling like he was going to puke.

"For a misdemeanor," she said. "And who are you to complain?"

"I'm not complaining," Andrew said, raising his head again. "I just can't believe this. I mean, first I'm in jail, then you're giving me a blowjob, and now I'm going back to jail? Isn't there anything we can do? I can't go to prison, I just can't."

"I agree," she said. "You wouldn't last more than a day or two. We need to convince that reporter it was just a prank and get her to decide she doesn't want to press charges," Stephanie said. "That's where we're going now. But as your lawyer, I have to warn you there are risks. If the prosecutor thinks you're tampering with a victim, he can add a charge that carries a three-year minimum, consecutive to whatever you get for the sexual misconduct."

"This is insane," Andrew said, burying his head in his hands again. "Seven years? I could go to prison for seven years?"

"Just keep your mouth shut and let me do all the talking," she said. "I'm pretty good with my mouth, don't you think?" Andrew just stared at her in disbelief, unable to say anything, barely comprehending what was happening. A while later he felt the car stop and looked up, instantly recognizing the TV station parking lot he'd seen earlier that morning. Reluctantly he followed Stephanie into the lobby, and they waited for the receptionist to summon Camila Rodriguez, Andrew feeling completely ridiculous sitting there wrapped in a sheet.

He heard a door open and turned to see the reporter look right at him, a look of horror on her face. "No way," she said. "Get that pervert out of here or I'm calling the cops."

"Hold on," Stephanie said, standing up and hurrying across the lobby. "I'm Stephanie Hanson and I need to speak with you."

"The prosecutor said I don't have to talk to anyone," Camila said. "And I'm definitely not talking to him. Get him out of here right now." Andrew could tell she was furious, but he couldn't help but notice how good she looked in her gray skirt and light blue top even as her brown eyes bore a hole in him, a hateful look on her cute face.

"It was a prank," Stephanie said as Camila turned to leave, prompting Andrew to glance down at her ass. "He's in a fraternity and they made him walk a marathon naked with an ax." Andrew saw Camila stop and he raised his eyes just as she turned back around, hoping she didn't notice.

"Really?" she asked in a skeptical tone, prompting Stephanie to nod. "That's supposed to make me feel sorry for him? Some rich frat boy running around naked, scaring women who are just trying to work? I had to work my way through school, doing radio, late night TV, waitressing. I don't care what happens to him."

"Please, Ms. Rodriguez," Stephanie said. "I'm begging you. He's 22, about to graduate. Just hear us out." Andrew glanced at Stephanie, then back at Camila, unable to stop himself from comparing them and wondering which one was hotter.

"I'm not meeting with him," Camila said. "He keeps leering at me, and he's only wearing a sheet. Which I guess is better than this morning, but still, it's not happening. He's gross."

"I promise he won't do anything," Stephanie said. "And next time you get a traffic ticket, I'll take care of it, on the house. And I can handcuff him."

"Wait, what?" Andrew asked as Stephanie reached into her purse.

"You never know when you're going to need them, right?" Stephanie asked as she dangled a pair of handcuffs in her right hand.

"True," Camila said hesitantly. "Okay, I can live with that. If it really was just a prank, maybe I'm overreacting a bit."

"Put your hands behind your back," Stephanie said. Andrew hesitated, but she added, "I'm your lawyer. Listen to my advice." He sighed and did as he was told, and when he was cuffed Camila opened the door and gestured for them to enter, leading them down a short hallway to a small conference room.

"Go ahead," Camila said curtly. "Tell me why you shouldn't go to prison for years." Andrew proceeded to tell her the whole story, minus the blowjob, pleading with her to ask for the charges to be dropped. When he'd finished she looked at him skeptically, as if she wasn't sure whether to believe him, and said, "I could have shot you, you know."

"I know, I know," Andrew said.

"I was this close," Camila said. "Nobody would have blamed me. Some pervert jumps out of the bushes, holding an ax, with an erection? They'd say you had it coming."

"I know," Andrew said, exhaling loudly as he realized how things could have turned out.

"Speaking of which, why were you so hard?" Camila asked.

"I, uh, you were, uh," Andrew stammered, glancing at Stephanie, who nodded for him to continue. "You're uh, you're really hot, okay? And your outfit, and the way you looked at me, I don't know, I, um, I thought maybe I had a shot."

"Looks like you still do," she said, raising her head to look over the table at his bulge lifting the sheet. "I must admit, I thought about it for a second. When I saw you with that raging hard on, it was kind of hot," Camila said. "You know what I mean, Steph?"

"I do," Stephanie said, glancing over at Andrew with a mischievous look on her face and then down at his crotch. "I know exactly what you mean."

"What?" Andrew asked. "Wait, do you two..."

"You've got to be kidding me," Camila interjected, looking at Stephanie.

"What?" Stephanie asked.

"I know what that look means," Camila responded.

"I couldn't help myself," Stephanie said, a sheepish grin on her face.

"You were supposed to wait until he finished the marathon," Camila said.

"I'm sorry," Stephanie said. "I tried to hold off, I swear, but I just had to do it. It had been a while, you know? For him, too. I had to swallow twice to get it all."

"Hold on, you two know each other?" Andrew asked, not believing what he'd just heard. "You were in on this too?"

"We were college roommates," Camila said. "I was supposed to just scream and point the gun at you. Then when I saw what you're working with down there, I called Steph and told her. I thought she might be interested. I didn't think she'd do it so soon."

"I knew it," Andrew said, turning to Stephanie. "I could tell she was into me, just like I said."

"He needed it, okay?" Stephanie said, ignoring him. "He kept checking me out, getting a boner every few minutes. I couldn't resist." Then she turned to Andrew and added, "You're not being charged with anything. The prosecutor is in on it too. The whole thing has been a prank all along."

"I can go again," Andrew said, looking from one to the other and then back again, too excited to care about his fake case.

"It was what, like 90 minutes ago?" Stephanie asked.

"Yeah, it's no problem," Andrew said. "Look, I'm ready."

"He does look ready," Camila said as she walked to their side of the table. She tugged the sheet off, freeing Andrew's cock. "We used to do everything together when we were roommates, remember Steph?"

"Everything?" he said, swallowing hard as he realized his most intense fantasy was about to become a reality. He looked at Stephanie and then at Camila, who gestured for him to stand. His eyes met hers, her dark, wavy hair framing her pretty face. Her breasts, bigger than Stephanie's, were really pushing against her shirt, making his cock throb as he thought about what they were about to do to him.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend now," Camila said, smiling as she put her hand on his arm. "Four years ago, I probably wouldn't have been able to resist." She reached down and grasped his shaft, sliding her hand up and down it a few times before saying, "You're in good hands with Steph."

"Yes, he is," Stephanie said as she knelt down and took Andrew's head into her mouth, giving him a few shallow sucks before adding, "Sure you don't want to join in?"

"Please do," Andrew moaned just as Stephanie plunged downward. "Oh God, that feels so good." Her lips and tongue felt so good on him, even better than before, her slow pace really letting him savor the feel of her. Andrew looked to his right, the sight of Camila in her skirt and tight shirt turning him on more.

"I'll leave you to it," Camila said, smiling at Andrew and kissing him on the cheek before whispering into his ear, "Maybe next time." She turned and walked away just as Stephanie took him deeper.

"Sure you don't want to watch?" Stephanie asked, just as Camila started to open the door.

"I guess that would be okay," Camila said slowly, pulling the door back closed. "As long as I don't touch it's not cheating, right?"

Stephanie slid her mouth all the way down, taking all of him and holding him in her throat as he felt his knees buckle slightly. "Oh, that feels so good," Andrew moaned, barely able to get the words out. "Oh fuck, that's incredible." Stephanie started deep throating him, taking every inch into her throat, something he'd fantasized about endlessly. He felt her hands on his ass and then she stopped, a second later taking his balls into her mouth. She sucked them gently, fondling them with her lips for a few moments, before pulling away.

"I'm so wet," she moaned. "I need your cum so bad." Andrew closed his eyes and let his head fall back as Stephanie returned to his cock, and he knew he wasn't going to last long. His body started to twitch and Stephanie pulled off again, using her hand to stroke him as she said, "Look how hot Cami is." A surge of excitement shot through Andrew as he looked over and saw Camila rubbing her breasts through her shirt.

Stephanie took all of him again, then again, until he unloaded straight into her throat, his cock pulsing inside her as she emptied his balls. She slid her lips up his shaft, slowly sucking his throbbing dick until he'd finished completely. He leaned back against the wall, unsteady on his feet as Stephanie stood up, and slowly opened his eyes to see her smiling at him. "Marcus is really in for it tonight," she said as she glanced over at Camila. "The prosecutor, the one who was in on it, he's her boyfriend."

"Best foreplay ever," Camila said as she grabbed her phone. "He's going to have to get down here before I go on air." Stephanie excused herself to the bathroom and Andrew wrapped himself in his sheet, somehow feeling even more ridiculous than before as Camila looked at him. "It was nice meeting you. Thanks for letting me watch. And don't worry, the gun wasn't loaded."

A few minutes later Stephanie returned and they walked outside. She hugged Camila goodbye and then said, "Let's go get your ax. You have a marathon to finish."

"No, it's too late," Andrew said, still stunned as they walked to her car. "That's over. Besides, we need to talk. What just happened?"

"I deep throated you, ladies' man," she answered. "Let me guess, first time?"

"Actually, it was," he said as Stephanie smiled, a self-satisfied look on her face. "But that's not what I meant. I'm serious, we need to talk. How about we get dinner and you can tell me what's going on? And can you uncuff me?"

"It's about time you asked me out on a proper date," she replied in a flirty tone. "Nice to see you're not just using me for oral. But I like the cuffs, so let's keep them on." He tried to think of a response but couldn't find anything to say, so they rode in silence back to the sheriff's office. "I'll be right back," she said after she parked, and a few minutes later she returned, ax in hand. "Now, let's go get something to eat so you can finish the marathon. You can pay since you asked me out."

"I don't have my wallet," he said.

"You ask me to dinner and then expect me to pay?" she asked, an amused look on her face.

"Just take me home so I can get dressed," Andrew said.

"No can do," she said as she started the car. "It would be pointless, really, since you'd just have to take your clothes off again." A few minutes later they were at a drive-thru, and then headed to a small park to eat as it got dark.

"Stephanie, what the hell is going on?" Andrew asked hesitantly after she finally unhooked the handcuffs. "You're my lawyer, or I guess a lawyer, and you just went down on me twice, out of nowhere. I mean, I'm not complaining, but..."

"We'll talk later," Stephanie interrupted. "For now, just enjoy it, okay?" Stephanie reached across the table and took his hand in hers, Andrew realizing it was the first time they'd touched that didn't involve her hand or mouth on his penis. They finished their meal in silence, the sun completely gone by the time they were done. "Perfect timing," she said. "I'll drive you to where you got tased and you'll finish the marathon. It's just about 8:00, so you have four hours. From what my app says, you have just over eight miles left. You did 18 in four-and-a-half hours, so this should be easy."

"Stephanie, I can't finish," Andrew said.

"That's a terrible thing to say to a girl on a first date," she said.

"That's not what I meant," he said. "I was talking about the marathon."

"Sure you can," she said as she got in the car. "Trust me, you'll want to see what I have planned for you." Andrew climbed in after her and they drove in silence, Andrew searching for a way out until they were back at the rec center. Stephanie continued a couple blocks further until Andrew pointed out where he got tased.

"I don't think this is a good idea," he said as they got out.

"I think it's a great idea," Stephanie said. She reached out and yanked the sheet away, exposing him for all to see once again. "Be at the frat house by midnight, naked and with this ax. Keep going down 10th Street to Dunn, like you planned. There's an alley on each side if you need it. I told the cops what's going on, so they won't arrest you again."

"How did you get them to agree to that?" he asked.

"I grew up here," she said. "My dad's been an attorney for like 30 years. I grew up coming into his office. I worked there in high school and college and law school, so I know everyone--the cops, the jail guards, the judges."

"So the whole town is in on this?" Andrew asked.

"Pretty much," she said. She stepped toward him and put her hands on his chest. "Kiss me," she said. Andrew put his right arm on her waist and leaned in, the feel of her soft lips on his exciting him as much as before. He kissed her again, then a third time, until, just as he started to slip his tongue into her mouth, she pulled away. "No tongue on the first date," she said. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"I don't have a clue," he said. She pointed down the street and Andrew sighed, resigned to his fate. Thankfully he was able to stick to the alley for the first few miles through town, only running into a few restaurant workers out back smoking or dumping trash. "Fraternity prank, April Fools Day," he'd say as soon as they looked at him, and after about 45 minutes he reached the academic area of campus.

It was largely deserted and he was able to make good time, drawing only a few catcalls after he entered the residential part of campus. When he reached the eastern edge of campus, he knew he had it made, with only a trip up Dunn remaining. From here he'd only be passing fraternity and sorority houses, and he knew that if anyone was out, they wouldn't think anything of it.

The road went up a slight rise, with houses on each side. He passed the first few uneventfully, but after he crested the hill his heart sank as he saw women lining both sides of the road a few hundred yards ahead. They started cheering lustily as he came into view, whooping and hollering as he approached.

Andrew smiled and gritted his teeth, knowing he just had to take it. For the next half hour he walked the length of Dunn Road, wearing just his shoes and holding the ax, through a gauntlet of women lining the road. When he got to his house near the north end, he saw his frat brothers had set up a rope across the street, and they cheered as he walked through it and completed the marathon. As the crowd surrounded him, he glanced down the street and saw a car parked on the wrong side of the street, its lights on, in front of the last house.

He peered into the darkness and the headlights flashed once, then again. Andrew handed the ax to one of his buddies and ran toward the car, not surprised to find Stephanie behind the wheel. "I take it you had something to do with this?" he asked as he climbed in.

"With what?" she asked, her voice sweet and innocent.

"With the hundreds of sorority girls in the road," Andrew said.

"Oh, that," Stephanie said. "Yeah, I might have put the word out. A decent number of my clients are students, so it wasn't hard."

"You wouldn't believe some of the things they said they would do to me," Andrew replied, slightly embarrassed.

"Well, you're quite the ladies' man, right?" Stephanie responded. "We better get out of here before they try to drag you away to ravish you." She did a U-turn and headed north, away from the crowd, then turned left toward the northern edge of campus. When they were out of sight, she turned her head to face him and said, "My house is up here. I just bought it six weeks ago. I'm still unpacking and getting things set up, but the bed is ready to go. Unless you'd prefer to go home."

He shook his head and they drove on until they reached her place, a small house on the edge of downtown, a few blocks from her office. They hurried inside and she locked the door behind them, flipping on a light to illuminate the living room. "This is really nice," Andrew said. "Much nicer than where I live."

"I doubt that's a high bar to clear, but thanks," Stephanie replied. "Have a seat on the couch and I'll get you some water." A few moments later she joined him, taking a seat on a coffee table right in front of him with her shoes off. She was still wearing her suit, minus the jacket, and looked as good as she had all day. Her knees were only a few inches in front of his, and Andrew couldn't help but look at her legs, although unfortunately her knees were pressed together. "So, what was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Oh, uh, it's nothing, really," he said. "I just, uh, I was just a little thrown off by what happened today."

"I'm sure it was quite an ordeal," Stephanie said, her elbows on her thighs as she leaned forward, tantalizing him with her breasts. "I promise it wasn't my idea, at least the naked marathon with an ax part. I was just supposed to help you out if you got arrested, which you must admit was pretty good foresight on your friends' part."

"Yeah, but that's not really what I was..." Andrew said.

"I'm sorry if I went a little overboard with the rest," Stephanie interrupted as she took her hair out of her ponytail. "I just couldn't resist. I thought it was a nice touch, having the judge and prosecutor in on it, pretending you were going to jail."

"Yeah, that was pretty good," Andrew said. "But again, I'm confused about why..."

"Then when Camila said she'd be willing to help prank you a second time, make it look like you actually had been charged, I just had to do it," Stephanie said. "Thankfully the deputy and Marcus were willing to play along, although with Camila as his girlfriend he was always going to agree."

"Right," Andrew said, his eyes drawn downward as Stephanie opened her legs ever so slightly. "I get all that, but why did you..."

"Make you finish the marathon with all the sorority girls on the street?" Stephanie asked. "I thought a little role reversal was called for, and you just had to finish it. You deserved an audience cheering you on, and all those ladies you haven't had time for deserved a chance to see the great Andrew Keyser naked. Although I take it I'm one of the few who hadn't seen you before?"

She opened her legs just a bit more, giving Andrew a glimpse of her smooth thighs, making his concentration falter just a bit. "I, uh, I guess so," Andrew said. "No, I mean, there haven't been that many."

"You mean some male boasting has occurred?" she asked. "I'm shocked. Although I must say, you were quite a hit."

"I suppose," he replied. "But what I'm asking is, in your office, when you woke me up, why did you..."

"Would it be okay if I got out of this suit?" Stephanie interjected. "I've been wearing it all day."

"Sure," Andrew said. "I can just wait here while you..." Before he could finish his sentence, she lifted her shirt and pulled it off, revealing her gorgeous breasts inside a lacy white bra. "I can, uh, I can..." Stephanie stood up and reached to her right hip, sliding a zipper down before she began to tug her skirt downward. She leaned forward and pulled it to the floor before standing straight up, giving him a full view of her tiny white panties.

Stephanie stepped out of the skirt and kicked it to the side, then sat back down. "Now, what was it you were saying?" she asked. "Something about my office?"

"I was, uh, I was surprised that you, you know," he said, his eyes locked on her chest as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. "I was just wondering where, um, why you did that." Stephanie slid the bra over her shoulders and tossed it aside. "Not that I'm, uh, complaining, you know, I just, uh, I didn't expect that."

"I'm sorry, can you excuse me for a minute?" she said, standing back up. "I forgot something. I promise I'll be right back." Stephanie turned around and bent over at the waist as Andrew stared at her ass. She reached up and grasped her panties, sliding them down her long legs until they were around her ankles. Her legs were spread just enough that he could see between them, and just as he started to reach out she straightened up and walked away, returning a few moments later with her heels on. "I promised you I'd wear them for you again, didn't I?" she said.

"I, uh, yeah, I think so," Andrew said as he stared at her perfectly shaved pussy. Stephanie stepped forward and straddled him, her knees resting on the couch just outside his hips, her heels still on. Her breasts were right in his face, so full and perky that he couldn't help taking them in his hands as she leaned in to kiss him. Her nipples were already hard, and he began to rub them with his index fingers, making her moan as they made out.

Stephanie pulled her head up and leaned back, letting him take her left breast into his mouth as he fondled the other with his hand. They were so full and firm he couldn't get enough, devouring them until both were a sloppy mess. She started subtly grinding her hips, sliding her body against his shaft, moaning loudly as she teased him. "I need your cock inside me," she whispered into his ear. "I need you to get me off so bad."

Andrew felt a surge of desire shoot through him and he thrust his hips upward, searching for her pussy. Stephanie lifted herself up and pressed against the tip of his cock, moaning again as she made him wait. She leaned forward and kissed him again before lowering herself onto him. Andrew groaned as he entered her, the feeling of her tight, wet pussy even better than her mouth.

Stephanie started slowly grinding, her breasts in front of his face as he grasped her hips. She slid up and down his shaft again and again, moaning loudly. Andrew brought his hands to her chest and rubbed her nipples again, making her grind harder. He was deep inside her now, her thrusts shallower as she rubbed her clit against him. He heard the pitch of her voice get higher as she started to whimper and he grabbed her ass, squeezing it tightly as he pulled her toward him.

Stephanie ground into him harder and Andrew fought to hold out, to let her finish before he did. She was gripping him so tightly, whimpering and moaning so loudly, her ass feeling so good in his hands that he thought he was done for. She thrust again, then again, Andrew worried he would lose control as she thrust again until he heard her loudest moan yet and felt her body shudder.

She kept going, grinding against him even harder now, her breathing heavy as she orgasmed. Andrew pressed upward, getting as deep as he could, and she squealed, her body shuddering again as she kept going. Gradually she relaxed and stopped, his cock still inside her as she collapsed onto him.

"That felt so good," she said quietly into his ear, her cheek pressing against his as her hair covered his face. "That's another reason I blew you before. I needed you to be able to last."

"I would've lasted," Andrew said defensively as she lifted her head up.

"Really?" she said, a skeptical look on her face. "Let's see." She stood up and turned around before climbing back onto the couch, backward this time. Andrew felt her hand on his dick and then he was inside her again, her thighs just outside his as she started to ride him. He put his hands on her waist and watched her bounce up and down from behind, still in her heels, her high-pitched whimpers filling the room. Andrew started thrusting upward, holding her hips in place with his hands as he fucked her from behind and below.

Within a minute he felt himself start to lose control, her tight pussy and the unexpected position simply too much for him to hold out. He thrust upward even harder, groaning as he shot into her, his cock pulsing as he emptied his balls. Stephanie slowed down, gently sliding up and down his shaft a couple more times before climbing off. She turned and smiled at him, then held out her hand. "Come on, let's go take a shower," she said.

"Oh my God, what just happened?" asked nervously.

"Please don't tell me you were a virgin," she said.

"No, I wasn't," he said. "But I've never, um--I've always used protection."

"Oh, don't worry about that," she said. "I'm on the pill and I had you checked out at the jail. Those questions and the blood sample were for me."

"The cute nurse was in on it too?" Andrew asked as she nodded. "Man, the whole town really was involved." Andrew let her help him to his feet and followed her down the hall to the bathroom. He took his shoes and socks off as she turned the water on. It felt great as they stepped inside, the warm water soothing his sore muscles. It felt even better as Stephanie began to kiss him, her tongue all over his as their wet bodies rubbed against each other.

After a while she nudged him downward, onto her breasts, and he sucked them for a good while, her moans letting him know she enjoyed it. Then she nudged him downward again and he got on his knees as she spread her legs. He slid two fingers inside her, meeting little resistance from her soaking pussy. Andrew started licking her clit as he slid in and out of her. She was perfectly shaved, just how he liked it, and soon he had her whimpering and squealing as he dragged his tongue up and down her engorged clit.

Andrew slipped his fingers out and reached around to grab her ass as he increased his pace, licking her a little more firmly as the water hit his back. Stephanie was up against the wall, her hands to her side as he went at her. Andrew felt her start to grind her hips, her moaning louder now as he buried his face in her pussy. Before long she was shuddering and groaning again, another orgasm wracking her body.

She pulled him to his feet and drizzled body lotion onto her tits before taking his hands and guiding them to her chest. Andrew washed every inch of her body, her skin soft and wet as he explored her. Then she washed him, her soft hands feeling incredible as they worked their way over every bit of him. Andrew was surprised he was hard again so soon, but thankfully she just toyed with him a bit, letting him recover.

When they'd dried off, Stephanie led him into her room and they crawled into bed, their naked bodies nestled against each other. "I guess I never answered your questions," she said after a while, just as Andrew started to drift off to sleep. Stephanie rolled over to face him, her pretty face barely illuminated by light coming in through the window.

"It's okay," he said. "I'm not complaining."

"No, it's only fair," she said. "Look, not to inflate your ego, but you're cute, okay? More importantly, I've always liked talking to you at my dad's parties, and I like guys who don't take themselves too seriously. So when the guys told me about the marathon, I thought, what the hell? We're attracted to each other and, well, it had been a while. Now that I'm working, I don't know, it's tougher to meet guys, so I just went for it. And I'll admit I liked how badly you wanted me, how horny you were, so I figured we might as well have some fun."

"So you used me for sex?" Andrew asked, somewhat surprised.

"Is that a problem?" she asked.

"No, not at all," he said. "It's just kind of surprising, coming from you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Stephanie asked.

"You're so, I don't know, grown up," Andrew replied. "Seeing you in court, the way you were so in charge, how you talked to the judge and gave it back to that prosecutor, I'm just surprised you're interested in me. You're so smart and accomplished, and you're like a real adult, with a real job. And let's face it, you're smoking hot. I'm just a college guy whose friends think it's funny to have walk around naked with an ax."

"That's sweet," she said. "For the record, I'm only 26, so I'm not that grown up. But I appreciate that my looks weren't the first thing you mentioned, and that you find smart, confident women attractive."

"I guess I do," Andrew said. "I never really thought about it before."

"You saw me in court, in my suit, and you couldn't stop staring," Stephanie said. "I could feel it, more intensely than I felt it at those parties. You're about to graduate and you're ready for a step up. You liked the nurse, and the deputy, and Cami--don't get me started on how much you like her. All professional, strong, gorgeous women. Nothing wrong with that being your type."

"Yeah, I guess not," he replied. "Say, speaking of Cami, do you think she could join us, like you used to..." Andrew said.

"Nope, Marcus is the one," Stephanie said. "Sorry, ladies' man, not happening."

"Maybe the nurse?" Andrew said.

"Nope, married," Stephanie said. "The deputy too. I saw you looking."

"Oh well, at least this is going to make for one hell of a story," Andrew said. "At least if you're okay with me telling the guys."

"Tell whoever you want," she interjected. "No one's going to believe you. I mean, your hot, sexy lawyer blowing you out of nowhere and then screwing your brains out for two days? Put that in front a jury and they'd laugh you out of court. It'll sound like you're making it all up to look good for your buddies, just another cocky frat guy and his male boasting. Plus, my brother would hear about it, and we both know that won't go well."

"Camila can confirm it," Andrew said. Stephanie just frowned at him, and he added, "No, she's your friend, so she'll back you up. And George is my friend, so I can't tell everyone I slept with his sister. And no one else saw anything. You're good, you know that--the greatest day of my life and I can't even tell the best part. I guess I'll just have to--wait, did you say two days?"

"Yeah, you did so well in today's marathon that you're going to do another one tomorrow," Stephanie said, a huge smile on her face.

"No way," Andrew said. "I'm not doing that again. I've been humiliated enough, and I'm way too tired."

"This one's a little different," Stephanie said as she scooted closer to him. Then she kissed him and added, "It's entirely inside my house, and I'll do it with you. We'll go from the bed to the shower to the couch to the kitchen table, then back to the bed. I think it sounds fun, but if you'd rather just go home, be my guest."

"I think I'd better take my lawyer's advice and say yes," Andrew replied. Stephanie kissed him and rolled over, letting him wrap his arm around her as they settled in.

"Good decision," she said. "Like the judge said this morning, you should always listen to your attorney."

"Speaking of the judge, do you think..." Andrew said.

"Good night, ladies' man," Stephanie interrupted. "Rest up, you've got a big day ahead of you."