His exasperation matched the jury’s when Alina Habba entered in a black thong bikini, leather dog collar and tie, microblazer and microskirt. For all intents and purposes, she looked like a parody of her profession. She walked past the aisles and soon approached the bench to explain.
“I’m entering myself into evidence.”
“You’re what?!”
“You heard me,” she said, and turned to the plaintiff.
When Alina took on this trial, she knew her methods would need to get scummy. But when her client asked, no demanded, that she prove his innocence with her own body, she recoiled until he offered $100 up front. Considering it might be the only money she ever actually got from him, she jumped at the chance, and here she stood because of it.
“This is not proper attire OR decorum in court. You will-“
“She’s an old hag,” Alina said bluntly to audible gasps. “My client has made his position very clear, and to argue his point, I’m submitting myself to the treatment she alleges happened to her. This will show not only what sex looks like with a woman that isn’t an old hag, but also that real women like me want that kind of treatment.”
The judge banging on his gavel for order, and for an officer to escort her out, didn’t stop Alina from handcuffing herself to the plaintiff table and bending over it.
“Check it out! My pussy is out in the open like a drunk party girl and I’m completely helpless because I choose to be! If only a man were here to take me up on it.”
She knew before entering that nobody in their right mind would take her up on the offer, out in the open with stenographers and reporters documenting the proceedings. That’s why she spent $50 of her hard-earned $100 to hire a rando on the street. While the court officer tried to pry her wrists off the table legs, this man barged into the court room fully nude, dick fully hard and showing a confidence that could only come from someone falsely told he would have immunity against any repercussions as part of court proceedings.
The mask and hat used to hide his identity went a long way too.
Another officer had almost managed to keep him away from committing the deed, until he narrowly managed to snap and lock chains onto Alina Habba’s collar. Their shortness guaranteed nobody could keep the pair apart, setting the stage for the main event.
“Oh yeah! Fuck me bad boy!” Alina yelled when the man stuck his cock in her. The pounding scooter the table forward and back while her hair tossed.
“Clear the court room! Clear the court!” The judge ordered, as if people besides the reporters weren’t already doing so. The jury had already vacated, aside from a couple horny men who tried to claim they needed to witness these proceedings as part of their patriotic duty.
“Don’t neglect my titties!” she demanded, and got it when the guy grabbed and mauled them roughly. If she hadn’t committed to the bit, she would have complained about him being too rough, but money and infamy required sacrifices. Her sore cunt could take it for the headlines she would get the next day, and the clients lined up from exposure on the national stage.
Which kind of clients? Didn’t matter, really, as long as she got to make a name for herself.
Reblogged
Sent!
This blog contains adult content. In order to view it freely, please log in or register
and confirm you are 18 years or older
Alina Habba's Evidence
“What the hell are you wearing?!” The judge said.
His exasperation matched the jury’s when Alina Habba entered in a black thong bikini, leather dog collar and tie, microblazer and microskirt. For all intents and purposes, she looked like a parody of her profession. She walked past the aisles and soon approached the bench to explain.
“I’m entering myself into evidence.”
“You’re what?!”
“You heard me,” she said, and turned to the plaintiff.
When Alina took on this trial, she knew her methods would need to get scummy. But when her client asked, no demanded, that she prove his innocence with her own body, she recoiled until he offered $100 up front. Considering it might be the only money she ever actually got from him, she jumped at the chance, and here she stood because of it.
“This is not proper attire OR decorum in court. You will-“
“She’s an old hag,” Alina said bluntly to audible gasps. “My client has made his position very clear, and to argue his point, I’m submitting myself to the treatment she alleges happened to her. This will show not only what sex looks like with a woman that isn’t an old hag, but also that real women like me want that kind of treatment.”
The judge banging on his gavel for order, and for an officer to escort her out, didn’t stop Alina from handcuffing herself to the plaintiff table and bending over it.
“Check it out! My pussy is out in the open like a drunk party girl and I’m completely helpless because I choose to be! If only a man were here to take me up on it.”
She knew before entering that nobody in their right mind would take her up on the offer, out in the open with stenographers and reporters documenting the proceedings. That’s why she spent $50 of her hard-earned $100 to hire a rando on the street. While the court officer tried to pry her wrists off the table legs, this man barged into the court room fully nude, dick fully hard and showing a confidence that could only come from someone falsely told he would have immunity against any repercussions as part of court proceedings.
The mask and hat used to hide his identity went a long way too.
Another officer had almost managed to keep him away from committing the deed, until he narrowly managed to snap and lock chains onto Alina Habba’s collar. Their shortness guaranteed nobody could keep the pair apart, setting the stage for the main event.
“Oh yeah! Fuck me bad boy!” Alina yelled when the man stuck his cock in her. The pounding scooter the table forward and back while her hair tossed.
“Clear the court room! Clear the court!” The judge ordered, as if people besides the reporters weren’t already doing so. The jury had already vacated, aside from a couple horny men who tried to claim they needed to witness these proceedings as part of their patriotic duty.
“Don’t neglect my titties!” she demanded, and got it when the guy grabbed and mauled them roughly. If she hadn’t committed to the bit, she would have complained about him being too rough, but money and infamy required sacrifices. Her sore cunt could take it for the headlines she would get the next day, and the clients lined up from exposure on the national stage.
Which kind of clients? Didn’t matter, really, as long as she got to make a name for herself.