The Suicide Princess (6 page)

Derrick said, “I want to push every one of your limits. I want to take you right to the edge.
Let me take anything I want.”

Stephanie
resisted for a moment before submitting, and she said, “Make me your bad girl, Derrick. Make me do it.”

Derrick began massaging her ass with more pressure. As she felt his finger was pressing with enough force to be on the verge of penetrating her, she placed her face into the seat, with Derricks cock against her face. Stephanie's face was scrunched, and she let out, “Holy fuck,” and she
groaned as Derrick's finger gently entered her tight ass.

After a moment, Stephanie returned to her task of making Derrick explode, and she continued sucking Derrick's cock as he fingered her incredibly tight ass. The sound of Stephanie’s painful moan was muffled by Derrick’s cock
in her mouth, and the sound brought Derrick closer and closer to erupting. Stephanie began to feel his cock throb as he tightly gripped her hair once again. Derrick plunged his finger deep into Stephanie's ass, and he pressed downward on her head as he began cumming in her hot, wet, lip-sealed mouth.

As Derrick pumped the last of his load into Stephanie's mouth, he said, “Swallow every drop.”

He heard a loud gulp emanate from Stephanie's throat as he removed his finger from within her. She began to sit up as Derrick said, “There really is a very bad girl in there, after all.”

“You have no idea how bad this girl can be,” she said while looking up towards him and using her index finger to swipe a small amount of semen from her lower lip.

“But you have no idea how much further I could take you.”

“Touché,” said
Stephanie while pulling her skirt down and fixing her shirt. She flipped open the passenger side visor and opened the vanity mirror as she continued, “Holy shit, I'm a mess. Derrick, you are so fucking hot.”

“How did you like having your
first boundary tested?” Derrick asked while fixing his pants.

“Honestly?”

“Yes, honestly. And why do you always asked ‘honestly?’ Has anyone ever said 'no, just lie to me' to that question?”

Stephanie hit Derrick on the upper arm and said, “Shut up, you. Okay, so honestly, I hated it and loved it at the same time. I didn't really like what you were doing, but the fact that you were making me do it was just so intense.”

“That could be just the beginning. Want me to push you even further – right to the very edge?”

Stephanie thought for a moment and said, “I don't want you to push me to the edge.” After a
nother brief pause, she continued, “I want you to push me to the edge and then right over it!” Stephanie leaned in to kiss Derrick on the neck as she softly continued, “Now get out of my car so I can go home, you dirty boy.”

After saying goodnight,
Derrick walked off, and Stephanie continued to get herself collected. A few minutes later, Stephanie heard the loud rumble of Derrick’s motorcycle speeding off, and she began her own journey home. Stephanie’s smile was beaming for the entire ride, and it just wouldn’t fade.

Once home, although exhausted, Stephanie just couldn’t stop thinking about Derrick. Stephanie walked to her bathroom and got the shower running. As the water heated, she slid off her heels, she unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor, and she removed her top. Just when the walk-in shower was beginning to fill with steam, she removed her bra and panties and got under the stream of hot water. Stephanie wasn’t in the shower for more than a minute when she leaned against the cool tile wall and let her imagination of Derrick run wild. Water poured down Stephanie’s glistening body as she masturbated
to thoughts of what Derrick had in store for her.

***

The following morning, Stephanie rushed into work and bumped into Webber just outside her office. Webber, with a hearty smile on his face, announced, “The Public Defender accepted your plea agreement, Bradford! He’s going to plead guilty this morning. You know what that means, right?”

Stephanie started bouncing up and down as she squealed, “The felony DUI is mine?”

“The felony DUI is yours! I’d like to see this go to trial by October, so even though there isn’t a huge rush on it, don’t sit on your ass with this one either.”

“I won’t, sir, I promise.”

“Oh, and one more thing, Bradford. I don’t want to see any plea agreements on this one. I want you to actually take this all the way to trial, no matter what the defense offers. You definitely have what it takes to prepare a case, and now I want to see what you can do in the courtroom.”

“I’ve so got this,” Stephanie said with a cocky tone.

Stephanie raced to her office and found the initial paperwork for her new case already waiting on her desk. She reviewed the police reports and found the defendant was Paul Hutchinson, who was arrested after a DUI crash in which he was the at-fault driver. The Massachusetts State Police investigation revealed Hutchinson to be more than twice the legal limit at the time of the crash, and Hutchinson’s victim, the driver of the other vehicle was seriously injured in the incident. Stephanie read on to find that the victim was in critical condition and in a medically induced coma at Massachusetts General Hospital.

As Stephanie read on, and
learned more details of the crash and the victim’s injuries, she uttered to herself,
You’re going to pay, you fucker
.

Stephanie sent a text to Derrick, telling him
good morning. Derrick replied,

“When are you free for your first lesson?”

“My first lesson? lol”
replied Stephanie.

“Your first bad girl lesson.
When are you going to be free again so you can come over to my place?”

Stephanie excitedly replied,
“I’m not sure. I’ll find out.”

Stephanie messaged Jacob,
“Hey honey! I just got a new case, and I may need to stay late at work a night or two next week. Do you have any overnights? I’ll just do it then.”

Within a few minutes, Stephanie had her a
nswer and she messaged Derrick,
“I’m free next Wednesday night.”

Derrick followed up,
“Meet me at the coffee shop at the corner of Beacon Street and Stuart Street at 8:00 on Wednesday night.”

“I’ll be there with bells on,”
she replied.

Derrick said,
“I’ll tell you exactly what I want you to wear, but it won’t be bells ;)”

“
Smartass!”
Stephanie anxiously wrote.

For the first time in her life, Stephanie felt as if she were no longer waiting for something to arrive, for something to happen. Her life was starting to give
her everything she wanted, and everything was finally falling into place.

On the Monday morning after her first date with Derrick, Stephanie arrived early for work, and she sat anxiously as she waited for Bill Webber to begin speaking.

“Listen up, everybody!” Webber belted out to the conference room full of attorneys. “We had a very tragic update to a case over the weekend, and I'm putting all hands on deck to get this thing put together.”

The room grew silent as everyone waited for Webber to continue. “Stephanie Bradford, one of the newer attorneys in the office was originally assigned to prosecute this case, but some circumstances changed. I started to think she may be out of her league on this one, but after a lot of consideration, I'm trusting my gut and leaving her as the lead on this case. I do, however, expect everyone to give her a hand with whatever she needs. I'll let Bradford take it from here.”

Webber looked toward Stephanie and gave her a nod as she stood and walked to the head of the large conference table. “Good morning, everyone
,” began Stephanie. “Last week, Paul Hutchinson was arrested for felony DUI after a car crash on the expressway. Hutchinson was determined to be the at fault driver in the crash, and the State Trooper doing the investigation observed numerous signs of impairment when speaking with Hutchinson. Field sobriety tests were conducted, which Hutchinson failed miserably, and he submitted to a breath analysis test. The result of that analysis indicates Hutchinson was more than twice the legal limit at the time of his arrest.”

Stephanie paused for a moment, and although she was shuffling through her notes, it was clear she was trying to gain her composure. Stephanie continued, “The victim in the crash, 36 year old Michael Flannigan, was seriously injured and fell into a coma at Mass General. Last night, just after seven o'clock, Flannigan passed away from his injuries. The charges have been upgraded from injury-related DUI to DUI-Death Resulting, Motor Vehicle Homicide, and Negligent Manslaughter.”

Karen, also in the meeting, interrupted, “Steph, what's the status of the arrested?”

“He's out on bail, but we spoke with the judge last night and his bond is being revoked. As we speak, Boston PD is picking him up to be held without bail until
a new hearing.”

Another attorney asked, “Any prior record on the arrested?”

“Yes, a lot,” Stephanie replied. “Hutchinson is forty-nine, and he's had multiple DUIs over the past six years, a prior Domestic Battery, and a few shoplifting incidents when he was a kid. What stands out most in this case, though, is his prior drunk driving arrests.”

Webber stood and addressed the room, “When I first gave this case to Bradford, I instructed her to take this all the way to trial, no plea agreements. I'm sticking with that same game plan. This guy is a piece of shit, and I think we owe it to the victim's family to make sure we get a maximum prison sentence on this. I think it's a great opportunity for us to let Bradford show us what she can do, she can prove to herself what she can do, and we can get justice for his family.”

An attorney asked, “What kind of family does the victim leave behind?”

Stephanie responded, “He has, or had, a wife and two children. I haven't received their ages yet, but I'll be in touch with the spouse after his funeral is completed. I spoke with Webber this morning, and we're going to seek a minimum of fifteen to twenty years on this. Does anyone have any other questions?”

The room fell silent with no questions, and Webber ordered, “Okay, back to work all you lazy, no good lawyers. Go get me some convictions!”

Once only Webber and Stephanie remained in the conference room, Webber closed the door so they could speak privately.

“You're ready for this. You know that, right?” Webber asked.

“I am. I feel like I'm not, but I know I am.”

“Just promise me one thing, Bradford. If you need help, ask for it. This isn't the time to show how incredible you are by taking everything on yourself. You drop the ball on this, and you ruin any chance of this man's family to get justice.”

“I promise, sir.” She continued, “I know I'm going to need help here, and I'll ask.”

“I'm clearing and reassigning all your other cases. This is your only focus. Blow me away, Bradford.”

Stephanie went to her own office and was instantly overwhelmed by the immense amount of paperwork she already had for her new case. Rather than waste time, she sat down and went right to work by sorting through the seemingly endless documents, reports, and affidavits.

Stephanie began a text message to Jacob,
“Guess what, sweetie?”
The message went on,
“The vic from the DUI crash died, and they are still leaving me on the case. I feel horrible that the man died, but I can't believe I'm still prosecuting it!!!”

Jacob replied,
“What!? You're kidding me! See, I told you you'd start getting there. Total celebration time tonight!”

“
Celebration time for sure,”
Stephanie replied.

Stephanie went back to her task at hand, when Karen said, “Knock! Knock!” as she entered Stephanie's office, closing the door behind her.

“What's up, chica?” Stephanie asked.

“Okay, I'm just going to ask... Are you blowing Bill Webber or something? How in the hell did you get this case?”

“No, I'm not blowing Bill Webber. Now Bob from maintenance, him I can neither confirm nor deny,” quipped Stephanie.

“Bob from maintenance? Gross! He's like eighty years old.
But whatever. Seriously, how did you get this case?”

Stephanie explained, “I don't know, Bill just really seems to like me. Why, do you think I don't deserve it or something?”

“No, I didn't mean it like that. You so deserve it. I'm just amazed it didn't go to a more experienced attorney; this is a serious case. You work so hard around here, I can see why he likes you.”

“Thanks, Karen.”

Karen quickly diverted topics, “New subject. Did you see your undercover lover this weekend?”

The topic still embarrassed Stephanie immensely, and she blushed as she replied, “No, I didn't. We're meeting on Wednesday night after work.”

“Drinks again?”

“Not quite.
His place.”

Karen leaned in as she said, “You dirty slut. I love it!”

Stephanie melted back, “Please don't say that, Karen. You know I'm not a slut. I just love the way he makes me feel. He makes me feel sexy, attractive, wanted. I barely even know this guy, but it's like he has a spell on me. I feel like I would be willing to do anything for him. I don't get it.”

“How often do you two talk?”

“All day, every day. Then as much as I can when I get home at night.”

“You get that feeling that he's just pumping through your veins, every second of every day?” Karen asked.

“That's exactly the feeling I get. I don’t get it; I’ve never started to fall for someone this fast.”

“
Wait a minute - fall for someone? Is this just sexual, or are you starting to have feelings for him?”

Stephanie answered,
“I know me, and I don't think I can be sexual with someone for long without falling for him. I am not leaving Jacob, and I'm going to try so hard to keep this just sexual, but there is just something about the way I feel when I’m with Derrick. I only want to live out my fantasies and get them out of my system, and then I can be happy with what I have at home.”

“Please just be
careful,” Karen warned. “Something like this could get out of hand so easily. Make sure he's worth it before you cross any lines you can't go back on.”

“Come on, I got a major felony case in less than a year. I think I can easily handle this,” Stephanie said as her face lit up.

“Trust me,” said Karen. “Sometimes, there’s just no going back.”

Stephanie saw it was nearing lunchtime, and she asked Karen, “Lunch together?”

Karen walked away and said, “You need to fly solo today, lovebird. I have work to do.”

Stephanie pulled out her phone and messaged Derrick asking him if he was free for lunch. Ten minutes later, Stephanie was on her way to meet him at a little restaurant, Derrick said he'd been dying to try.

Stephanie followed Derrick's directions and arrived at a hole-in-the-wall Vietnamese restaurant near Quincy Market. She found Derrick inside looking over the menu.

“I know it may not look like much, but I've heard the food here is out of this world,” Derrick said as he was standing from his seat.

Stephanie leaned in to hug Derrick, and he kissed her as she said, “Oh, I've missed you.”

Derrick laughed, “It's only been a few days. I think someone's addicted.” He jokingly continued, “So what's going on in the nerdy world of lawyers today?”

Stephanie said, “I'm a nerd and proud of it!”

Derrick got a serious look on his face and said, “Then talk nerdy to me, baby.”

“You are so stupid,” Stephanie joked. Her tone turned more serious, “You won't believe what happened at work.”

Derrick mockingly said, “
If I won't believe it, then don't bother telling me.”

“Shut up, jerk. The victim from a case at work died, and they have me prosecuting it. It's a pretty major deal, and I can't believe they have me on it.”

As Stephanie spoke, Derrick looked at her, intently. When she finished, Derrick said nothing, and Stephanie asked, “So, what do you think?”

“Honestly?” asked Derrick while looking overly serious.

“Yes, honestly,” Stephanie said in a tone which showed she clearly realized Derrick was teasing her.

“I think,” Derrick said before pausing for a moment. “This place smells kind of funny.”

“Oh, someone thinks he's Mister Funny Man today. It may not be a big deal to you, but it's a big deal to me. After all, what are you, like a Private Investigator or something?”

“No, smart ass,” Derrick said while laughing. “A Private Investigator goes peeping in people's windows trying to catch husbands cheating on their wives; I deal with private security. If someone is worth being hurt over what they have, it's my job to make sure nothing happens to them. And I think we both know the only windows I'm looking in are yours.”

“Ooooh, I have my very own peeping Tom? So sexy.”

“You do put on a pretty good, how should I say, performance.”

Stephanie replied, “You haven't seen anything, yet,” as she winked at Derrick. She continued, “Speaking of seeing things, what would you like to see me in on Wednesday?”

“You'll know in due time, sexy girl.
But in all seriousness, back to your case at work. I tease, but I really am interested in what it's about.”

Stephanie proceeded to fill Derrick in on her case as they ordered and ate their food. She was obviously
so excited as she shared the details with Derrick. Derrick was an excellent listener, and although he always knew the right things to say, he also knew when to say nothing. In this instance, he did exactly that and Stephanie enjoyed having him pay such incredible attention to something that was so important to her.

The level of attention Derrick offered made Stephanie feel comfortable to ask, “Derrick, can I ask you a question?”

“Ask away, love,” he replied as he twirled his fork through a pile of Vietnamese noodles.

“Just promise to answer me seriously. For two minutes, no jokes.”

“No jokes,” said Derrick. “I promise.”

“
You said your last name is Hanson, right?”

“It is. Why?”

“I got curious the other day, and I started Google-stalking you,” said Stephanie with a smile, but her tone indicated quite the opposite.

“And you found something bad?”

“No, I didn't find anything bad at all.”

He curiously asked, “So, what's the problem?”

“But Derrick, I didn't find anything good either. I didn't find anything at all. I checked Google, Facebook, Spokeo, Linkedin; I even checked Goodreads figuring maybe you like to read. I like to think of myself as a pretty good online sleuth, but with you, I couldn't find one thing. It's like you don't exist.”

Derrick, apparently unfazed by the question, ate his noodles while replying, “We're eating lunch together, so either I do exist or you have one hell of a case of schizophrenia.”

“No jokes, Derrick. You promised.”

“I'm sorry, no jokes,” he said while forcing back a smile. “What are you asking me?”

“Why do I know nothing about you? You know so much about me. I share everything with you, but you tell me nothing. Then when I look online, there isn't anything there either. Sometimes, I just feel like you're hiding something.”

“I promise you, I'm not hiding anything. There's nothing about me online because I work very hard to keep it that way. You know what I do for a living, so I go to a lot of trouble to keep my electronic footprint non-existent. Everyone is out there putting every aspect of their life online for the world to see, but I'm the opposite. Maybe
I’m becoming paranoid from my job, but I just choose to keep myself very guarded in that way.”