Going Down

By: Lara

"I don't believe this." I paced back and forth in the judge's chambers. "I have to leave my job...take a chance on being fired, and the shithead is STILL late?"

"Lara," my lawyer warned. "I'm sure Judge Roberts doesn't need to hear that kind of language." Chris smiled nervously at the judge. "Forgive her, Your Honor."

"Totally understandable," the judge said, smiling at me from his seat behind the large mahogany desk. "Won't you have a seat, Miss Bruner?"

"No. I mean, no thank you. I feel better pacing. It's keeping me from watching the clock." I smiled at the judge, then tried yet again to tug down the skirt that kept getting shorter by the minute. I had almost cried that morning when I pulled out my one good suit and saw the large stain on the back of the skirt. The only other suit I had was one from my early college days, which still fit at the waist but was extremely short in the legs. Chris' eyebrows had raised into his dark brown hair when he had met me in front of the building, but he had intelligently said nothing. I looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. The jerk was already ten minutes late. My job was on the line as it was, and I had had to beg, cry, and plead to get this time off.

"We'll give him a few more minutes, and then we'll order in lunch," the judge joked. Chris laughed a little too loudly, and I glared at him.

"Your Honor, are you sure we couldn't just..." I began.

"Lara, enough!" Chris hissed.

"Well, we're going out of our way to meet here because the asshole can't take the time for any kind of trial situation, but we're sitting around waiting for him. I think this should give me a few brownie points," I retorted. I couldn't help the fact that my mouth ran of its own volition whenever I was pissed off...and I was way passed pissed off.

"Miss Bruner, I'd advise you to sit down and relax," the judge said, trying not to glare at me.

"Yes, sir," I said meekly. As soon as my butt hit the chair, the door opened.

"Our apologies, Your Honor," the slimebag attorney said. "We got a late start, and then we hit traffic."

"Funny, the way he drives you could have been here twenty minutes EARLY instead of late," I muttered. Chris nudged me.

"My client lives outside the city, Your Honor, and had to make a special trip in here," the attorney said, glaring at me. I glared right back and sat down, not even looking at his prick client.

"Shall we get started?" Judge Roberts picked up a folder. "Mr. Freed, Mr. McLean, please take a seat." The judge flipped through the file. "What I see here is a basic traffic accident. Mr. McLean ran a yellow light and his car collided with Miss Bruner's car as she was turning left into the intersection."

"Does it mention the point where he was driving like a bat out of hell?" I asked.

"Lara, keep quiet!" Chris said. I sat back in my chair and sulked, finally looking at the jerk that had hit me. His black suit was expensive, probably Brooks Brothers or something, not that I would have known the difference. He had carefully removed his sunglasses when he entered the room, but he was the kind of person who was born to wear them. His goatee was neatly trimmed, and his dark brown hair was carefully tousled. When the accident had occurred, it had been tipped with red, but the color was all natural now, I assumed. Small hoop earrings adorned each ear, but other jewelry was minimal. He wore no tie, and the collar of his shirt was opened to the second button.

"Explain to me again why we are meeting today," the judge said finally, looking to the other attorney.

"My client is about to start a solo tour, visiting twelve different cities.

He will not be in town to attend any kind of trial," the attorney said.

"If I said he had to be in town, he would be in town, Mr. Freed," the judge said, glaring at the attorney. "However, since the tour Mr. McLean is planning is to benefit charity, I will excuse him from a trial, and come to a decision here and now."

I snorted. I couldn't help it. Throw some money at a charity and everyone loves you.

"I would actually like to dismiss all charges, Your Honor," the attorney said smugly. I heard Chris gasp, and my mouth fell open. "We have no true witness that can pinpoint the color of the light when Mr. McLean went through the intersection. He says it had just turned yellow, and Mr. Kirkpatrick has no one that can dispute that fact."

"I had a green turn arrow!" I exclaimed. "I would have still had a red light if HIS light wasn't red by the time he hit the center of the intersection!"

"It is your word against his, Miss Bruner," Mr. Freed said calmly, looking at me as if I had just crawled out from under a rock.

"I can't believe this!" I jumped to my feet before Chris could stop me.

"He ran his Mercedes right into the side of my fucking car! Not only is my car destroyed, but it screwed up my back, and I was in a neck brace for three weeks! I missed all that time from work, and now my job is in jeopardy because I had to come over HERE and participate in this little circus. I'm sure he doesn't know what it's like to wonder where your next meal is coming from, so this is all fun and games to him!" I shouted. The dick actually had the nerve to look at me with amusement, like I was some kind of play he was attending.

"Miss Bruner, I think it's best if you leave, if you are going to continue to have these outbursts," the judge warned.

"N-no...I'm fine." I fell back into my seat, trying not to cry. I couldn't believe how quickly my life could fall apart.

"I am not going to throw out these charges, Mr. Freed," the judge said. The other attorney tried not to let his mouth fall open. "Even if the color of the traffic lights is in dispute, there is still the fact that Mr. McLean was driving WAY too fast through that intersection." The judge looked at me. "You have estimates on your car, Miss Bruner."

I looked at Chris to make sure I was permitted to speak. He nodded.

"Y-yes, Your Honor. I went to three places, and they all said it was better to buy a new car then replace my old piece of shit." I gasped. "Uh...that was a direct quote, Your Honor."

"I'll buy it," a voice said from the other set of chairs. The attorney stared at his client. AJ McLean leaned forward. "I'll pay for a new car, whatever she wants...within reason." He looked at me. "I'll also reimburse you for all medical expenses, plus pay what you would have made at work during that time."

"Her insurance covered it, Alex," the attorney reminded him.

"I don't care. I'll pay it."

"There was the issue of physical and emotional distress," Chris began. I shushed him.

"Fuck that. I just want out of here. With the money he's willing to pay me, I can live for a few weeks if they fire me today," I said softly. "Is it okay if I accept what he's offering?" I asked the judge.

"Yes, Miss Bruner. The attorneys and I can finalize all the details, but basically you can just say you agree."

I stood and went to stand next to the man's chair. "I accept your offer." I held out my hand and he shook it. "May I leave now?" I asked. The judge nodded and I grabbed my purse. "Call me later," I said to Chris.

I was out the door of the judge's chambers before he could reply. I hurried out to the elevator, tugging at my skirt as I jabbed at the 'down' button. The doors opened and I stepped in. "Hold that, please," a voice called. I sighed and held the door open.

"Oh, God. If I had known it was you I wouldn't have waited," I snapped, glaring at AJ McLean.

"Thank you all the same," he said graciously, stepping into the elevator. I unpinned my long hair as the elevator groaned to life. The July day was very warm, and I wanted to try and stay as cool as possible. I repinned it as tightly as possible, trying to keep it up off my neck. "Where do you work, anyway?" He asked.

"McKenzie and Waltham," I said.

"You're an accountant?" He asked.

"Hardly," I snapped. "I'm a secretary. And since I refuse to sleep with the partners like all the other secretaries, my job is hanging by a thread...and YOU hold the scissors."

"Why are you being such a bitch?" He asked as the elevator came to a stop.

"Because you almost ruined my life, you prick!" I shouted. "Haven't you been listening? Didn't you hear what I said in there? If I would have taken off one more day, they would have fired me!"

"Well, now you'll have the money to live on while you look for something else," he retorted. I glanced at the elevator door, waiting for it to open and let people on.

"I don't WANT to do something else," I replied. "This pays the bills so I can write."

"You're a writer?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yes, not that it's any of your business. I..." I stared at the door.

"Shouldn't that have opened by now?"

"Yes," he answered, glancing up at the numbers. We were somewhere between floors five and six, but the doors didn't open...and the elevator wasn't moving.

"Oh, shit!" I moaned. I began to pound on the door. "Hey! We're stuck in here!"

"Calm down. We'll call the front desk and..." he opened the little door with the picture of a phone on it, only to find the wires cut. "Hell!" He yelled.

"I don't believe this...I don't believe this..." I repeated. "My job is toast now...I might as well just grab some boxes to clean out my desk."

"Our attorneys will be coming along soon. They'll call for the elevator, and realize it's broken," AJ said. I slid against the wall until I was sitting on the floor.

"They'll be in there arguing for at least another hour." I unbuttoned my suit jacket. It was already getting hot in the tiny box.

He hit the door. "I have places to be. Get us out of here!" He shouted.

"Oh yes...YOU have places to be...some power meeting with your management, then maybe a photo shoot or two...an interview with Teen Magazine, and then what...back home to bang your little girlfriend?" I asked.

"Shut up, okay?" He growled. "You don't know me, so shut up."

"Exactly. I don't WANT to know you." I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, feeling the sweat begin to drip down my neck. The tiny light in the ceiling fizzled and finally went out, putting us in pitch-black darkness.

"Just when I thought things were getting bad...there's the silver lining," I said cheerfully. "Now I don't have to even look at you." I heard keys jingle, and then a light came on. He had a tiny flashlight on the end of his keychain. I saw him smile in satisfaction. "So, what do you drive now, since you smashed your car into mine?"

"I borrowed a friend's Cherokee while my car is in the shop," he said, sitting on the floor as well.

"They let you borrow your car? They mustn't have seen you drive lately," I said.

"Can you please not be a bitch for five minutes?" He asked, removing his coat and unbuttoning his shirt completely. I swallowed deeply as I noticed the tattoo on his belly button. '69'...my thoughts raced into the gutter and I was thankful for the darkness in the room. That way he couldn't see my blushes. A drop of sweat made its way down his slender chest and stomach, and I inwardly moaned. Even though I only had a camisole on under the jacket, it had suddenly gotten about 100 degrees hotter in the elevator.

"Would you mind very much if I removed my coat?" I asked him. "I don't

have much on underneath and..."

"I don't care what you do," he snapped. I was almost hurt, then I realized he was acting no worse than I had. I removed my jacket and carefully folded it, placing my large purse on top. As I picked up my purse, I remembered that I had a bottle of water inside.

I dug into my bag quickly, and gratefully unscrewed the cap of the bottle. I moaned slightly as I drank, and I felt him watching me. I sighed and handed him the bottle. "Here."

"Thank you," he said, smiling. He took a small swallow of the water and then handed it back. He looked at me for a long moment. "What do you write?"

"Lameass novels, actually," I replied, deciding to be civil.

"Publish anything?"

"Not yet. I have had a few articles published in women's magazines but that's it."

"You should be an actress," he said suddenly, making me laugh.

"Me? Oh puhleeze."

"No, really. You're very dramatic, you have a spirited personality, and you have a great body," he said boldly. For some reason, that comment disoriented me.

"And I guess you'd know all about actresses, wouldn't you?"

"Fuck off," he said, glaring at me.

"Oooh...hit a nerve, did I." I jumped to my feet to stretch. In a flash he was standing in front of me, grabbing my arm. Since I had slipped off my heels, we were about the same height, and I found myself looking into angry brown eyes.

"Do not even try to assume what kind of girl I like, okay? You don't know me. For all you know, I could like the kind of girl YOU are," he snapped.

"Oh, yeah, okay," I said, almost laughing. I stopped when I saw the intensity in his eyes.

"Why not? You're attractive, obviously intelligent, fiery as hell..." he began to walk towards me until my back hit a wall of the elevator. "Just what I like."

"You forgot the part about me hating your guts," I whispered, though at that moment the emotion I was feeling wasn't anger...it was lust. He reached up and touched my neck, putting a finger on a drop of sweat that had dripped down from behind my ear. He took that finger and slowly traced it down my neck to my shoulder, and I shivered.

"Why don't you put all that passionate anger into something else?" He whispered, bending down to kiss me. I pulled back immediately, slapping him across the face.

"How DARE you?" I whispered in shock, trying to ignore the fact that I had enjoyed it.

"Like this," he replied, kissing me again. I pulled back to slap once more, but he grabbed my hands, pinning them behind my back. His tongue teased at my lips until they parted, thrusting inside as soon as he had access. I bit down, hard.

"If you think this is the way to get out of paying me, you are sorely mistaken," I said coldly. He smiled a sadistic smile.

"I'm paying you...I'll buy you the car and pay your expenses, just like I said." He pulled me to him so my body pressed against his. I could feel his hard erection and I tried not to moan. "Right now I want to forget all that. I'm just a man, and you're just a woman, and we're stuck together in this hot steamy room. All I want is to explore those long legs and that slender neck and especially everything in-between." His hands rested on my backside as his mouth found mine once more. This time I didn't fight...I couldn't...I couldn't resist the passion in those dark eyes. I moaned as my hands pushed at his shirt. His skin was slick with sweat as my hands explored his back and shoulders. He pulled at the camisole, trying to tug it up, but it stuck to my sweaty skin. With a curse he grabbed it and ripped it off of me. I moaned at his force. He deftly unfastened my bra, and our chests were soon pressed together. His fingers danced up and down my back as he kissed my ears...my throat...my shoulders. He gently pushed at my body until we were on the floor of the elevator.

He carefully peeled away my stockings, and he began to kiss up the insides of my legs, not even bothering to remove my skirt. As his tongue bathed the inside of my knees, he reached up and pulled down my underwear. My back arched as his mouth reached the inside of my thighs. Only then did he unzip the skirt and scoot it down my legs. He stood to quickly remove his pants, and then he crouched down between my legs. His tongue flicked over my clit, and I pulled at his hair. "Oh...God...Alex..." I whimpered. Two slender fingers began to move in and out of me, and I cried out once more.

"Damn...Lara...you taste so good," he moaned, and the passion in his husky voice almost brought me to the edge. I pushed him away, and he stood up.

"What...what...oh fuck..." he moaned as I got to my knees and took him in my mouth. He was long and thick, and my hands worked on his balls as I tried to suck the length of him. His fingers were in my hair, unpinning it until it fell to my shoulders. He weaved his hands in my hair, gently pulling when I hit sensitive places. Finally he grabbed my shoulders and gently guided me to my feet. He pushed until my back was against a wall, and then he grabbed my backside, suddenly picking me up. I felt him push inside of me, and I savagely bit at his shoulder. He began to slam into me...fucking me so hard my back hit the wall repeatedly. His mouth was eagerly sucking on my lip and tongue as he groaned at my wetness surrounding him. He moved so he could whisper in my ear, muttering such nasty thoughts that I got even wetter. I finally felt my back tighten, and I knew I was going to come.

"Oh...Alex...oh God..." I moaned. He carefully set me down before I knew what was happening. I whimpered, but was silenced when he knelt down before me, licking and sucking at my clit until I came with a yell. He snaked out his long tongue, licking up every bit of moisture before pulling me down to the floor with him. He was inside of me once more, thrusting as hard as he could.

"Oh damn you're tight...I fucking love that...Lara...oh GOD!" His yells filled the elevator as he came, thrusting into me again and again. He collapsed against me, his chest suctioning to mine. We both lay there panting as the elevator let out a large groan as well.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. We scrambled to our feet, grabbing at clothing and trying not to fall over each other. By the time the doors opened on the ground floor, we almost looked normal, except for the fact that my stockings and underwear were in my bag and he carried his shirt over his arm and wore only the jacket. We walked down to the parking garage in silence, enjoying the coolness of the cement walls and floor. "So..." I said as I reached my car. "I'll be getting a check, right?"

"Yes...after lunch," he said. My mouth fell open. "Let's go to your office, pack up your stuff, and then go back to my house for lunch. We can swim in the pool."

"Alex, I don't know what you think is gonna happen, but..." I began. He shushed me with a finger on my lips.

"I DO know...you are gonna go quit that dumbass job, and then you're going to drive out to my house. We're going to have a nice lunch, swim in the pool, and tell each other our life stories. And then, tonight, if everything goes well, we are gonna make slow passionate love until we fall asleep in each other's arms." He kissed my nose. "I'll meet you at your office." He walked over to his car and got in.

I climbed behind the wheel of my rental car and sat for a moment. I finally started the ignition and followed him out of the parking garage.

The End

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