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Only then did he look up. His gaze, usually so stern and unreadable from the bench, was different in here. It was sharper, more focused. It traveled from her stiletto heels, up the long line of her nylon-clad legs, past the curve of her hip where the skirt hugged tight, and finally settled on the tension in her blouse. The fourth button, the one she’d deliberately left open, revealed a shadowed valley that had nothing to do with legal briefs.

She straightened up, but didn’t close her blouse. Instead, she walked to the window overlooking the empty courthouse plaza, the city lights beginning to twinkle against the dusk. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her ankles, stepping out of it in one fluid motion. Now she stood in just her black lace bra, a tiny matching thong, and her heels.

The case file on the desk, the motion for reconsideration, the coerced witness—all of it faded into the background static. The only evidence that mattered now was the primal, undeniable chemistry between a powerful judge and a woman who knew exactly how to use every asset at her disposal. BigTitsAtWork-Nikki-Benz-ZZ-Courthouse-Part-Two

On the polished floor of Judge Zimmer’s chambers, the legal briefs scattered as Nikki pushed him back onto the leather couch, her body a promise and a threat all at once. The courthouse was silent. The gavel had fallen. And the real judgment was about to be rendered.

Her breasts were free, full and proud, the large, dark areolas tight in the cool air. She didn’t flinch or cover herself. She owned the moment. Only then did he look up

“Or?” he asked, his voice strained.

“This is the argument,” Nikki replied, unflinching. She reached up and slowly, teasingly, pulled the silk scarf from around her neck. She let it drop to the floor. Then, she unbuttoned the second button. Then the third. The blouse fell open, revealing a black lace bra that struggled to contain her. The sheer size and shape of her breasts, heavy and perfect, were a physical presence in the room. It traveled from her stiletto heels, up the

“Or you can watch an innocent person go to prison because you were too… rigid… to listen to alternative forms of persuasion.”