The Perils of Judge Julia Read Free

until the orgasm began to subside. Her swallows becoming less, and her mouth making obscene noises as she began the process of gently sucking and cleaning the dregs of semen and consuming them. Oh god she enjoyed her 'job'. She enjoyed the cleaning up as much as she enjoyed the beginning and middle acts in any assignment.

 

     
     

    ONE - BUSTED
     
     
    It wasn't so much a downward spiral that Mandy suffered as a sudden, only 'just' death defying drop from dizzy heights. Oh the high class, high end hooker didn't have an accident, or a near death experience at the hands of some crazed 'client'. Initially that might have been the better option! What she did suffer was betrayal on a monumentally huge scale. There was no build up or gradual decline in fortunes. It was sudden and it was brutal. As she sat in the City Police Station interview room three waiting for that bitch of a detective to come back and interview her, she tried and tried and tried to fathom out who it was. Who had done it to her. Who had dobbed her in. Who had grassed on her ever burgeoning enterprise. And it was an enterprise that Mandy had built up over the months. She was the anything goes sex service on spectacular legs. From the very early days as she had discovered her own sexuality, right through to realising that she could make more than a living out of it. But then the naivety of her tender years not even thinking that someone could want to hurt her in anyway. Wrong! The word spreading. She had become a 'business woman' after all and trading within the toughest most ruthless profession in the world. Yes sex sells. But competition is fierce and she hadn't taken account of those who might be jealous or want her out of the picture. She had worked freelance and had stayed out of the clutches of pimps. Staying off the streets had helped with that. Likewise she had worked the higher end of the market – once again freelance and as such had stayed off the radar of the escort agencies and some of the most ruthless women who ran them. It really was only a matter of time before the word got out there. Someone would ruin her. Someone would want to take what she had. Or someone would want to take 'everything' she had. Take her even!
    “Shit.... what IS going on here?”
    Mandy was still alone in the interview room. She thumped the coarse wooden table and shivered a bit as she tried to think. She was wrapped in a silk sheet hastily snatched as she had been led out of the place she had been arrested in. She was still in her 'work clothes'; on this occasion a skin tight latex schoolgirl uniform. Self supporting transparent latex stockings that sported a fine slightly tapered black seam up the backs. High heels that could only be described as 'impossible' and fashioned into strapless courts or pumps that only served to extend the young girl's extraordinarily long legs even more. Her more than ample breasts tucked into the skin tight black tunic, and uplifted in a manner that they threatened to spill out at any given time. With her hair in high tight pigtails that seemed to sprout from the upper sides of her head in the most adolescent of fashions, and her natural 'youthful' appearance it was clear that she was, at the time of her arrest, catering for a pretty specialist and demanding client. Even as she wracked her brain trying to fathom out who had done the dirty on her she had that taste in her mouth. Of all tastes, 'that' taste.
    “You know, its not just the video. That is damning enough. Its everything else that goes with it. The lifestyle, the bank accounts. Tax evasion. VAT evasion. The drugs. Everything. You are in a serious amount of trouble girl. I would say you are up to your neck in it. You better start talking.”
    Mandy had been so busy wracking her brain that she hadn't even heard or seen the woman detective come back in. It was her voice that snapped Mandy back into the here and now. That and the click of the lighter as the tall, almost