I couldn’t believe that I was in this situation, actually sitting in a jail cell, imprisoned on a bogus charge and waiting for my lawyer to show up.

It had all started earlier that day, when I had gotten involved in an angry discussion with one of my business partners over a disagreement that had been brewing for some time. We were both in a bad mood, and things eventually got to a point where we were flinging insults at each other. Finally I had had enough, and I walked out, hurling a few choice epithets over my shoulder as I left.

A couple of hours later, just as I was about to go to lunch, two policemen showed up at my office and told me I was under arrest! It seemed my partner had sworn out a complaint against me, claiming that I had uttered death threats against him during our meeting. This was completely untrue — at least as far as I remembered — but my partner had some connections in the police department, and was determined to press charges. The cops actually slapped handcuffs on me and hauled me off to the county lockup, telling me I would get to see a judge the next day.

The first thing I did when I arrived at the jail was to ask for a lawyer. I figured that this stupid charge wasn’t worth calling in my company’s expensive law firm; I was willing to settle for any court-appointed nobody who, I was sure, would make short work of this bullshit and have me out of there in no time.

After I had waited in my cell for an hour or so, a guard came along and told me my lawyer was there to see me. He took me down to another floor, where there was a row of “conference rooms” designed for prisoner-attorney visits. He showed me into one at the far end, a cubicle of a room which was barely large enough to accommodate two people. There was a desk and two chairs, and that was it.

The guard left, and a minute later the door to the room opened, and someone else came in. Well, I knew right away that there was no way this could be my lawyer. The new arrival was a young woman who looked like a Barbie doll. I mean, she was gorgeous! She looked to be in her late 20s, slender and tall, with legs that wouldn’t quit. Her shoulder-length hair was a thick, golden blonde, framing the face of a cream-complexioned angel. She was wearing a dark purple business suit with a short skirt, and a pink blouse. I sat there paralyzed, unable to take my eyes from her. I was in love!

When she started to speak I was too stunned to understand her at first, but it gradually got through to me that this delightful blonde goddess was indeed my lawyer. All fucking right! I thought. Someone must be looking out for me. The roulette wheel had spun and I’d gotten lucky for once.

The woman proceeded to inform me crisply that her name was Ivy. She then laid out some documents she wanted me to sign, bending over the desk as lithely as a cat, and displaying the outline of a perfect ass in her tight skirt. The room was so small that I could barely slide past her to sit down at the desk.

Savoring the scent of her perfume, I couldn’t help saying, “You smell nice, Ivy. What’s that fragrance you’re wearing?”

Ivy hesitated for a moment, evidently wanting to keep the proceedings professional. Finally she replied, “It’s called Ecstasy.”

Jesus, I thought, here I was locked in a phone-booth-size room with this knockout lawyer lady. Oh yeah, I’d love to give you some ecstasy, baby, I thought.

I proceeded to sign the papers where she told me to, and then swiveled the chair around to face her. As I did so, my knee touched hers. The contact was ever so slight, but it might have been the splitting of the atom as far as I was concerned. An electrical charge of desire surged through my body, from my loins to my throat and back again. Hardly knowing what I was doing, I stood up and put my hands on her waist. To my surprise and delight, she made no effort to resist. Then my mouth was on hers, and her succulent lips were kissing me back as I lifted her onto the desk. I hiked up her skirt, wrapped my fingers around the elastic of her panties and pulled them down her legs. I looked into her eyes then, and saw a deep longing that told me she was ready to take whatever I gave her.

I reached up between her thighs and found a warm puddle of pussy juice forming between her cunt lips. With my other hand I quickly opened my pants and pulled them down. My swollen cock was like a steel rod. She grabbed it with a moan, and together we guided it into her dripping pussy.

Her hands clasped the edge of the desk as I slammed into her, pushing her up against the glass window behind her. Bringing her knees up under my arms, she dug her high heels into my butt, pulling me deep inside her eager fuck tunnel. I reached down beneath her and held onto her ass cheeks, and a moment later we were moving in rhythm like a synchronized fucking machine.

“Oh God, that’s so good!” Ivy moaned out. “God, I just love screwing in these booths, with everyone watching. Oh baby, I’m just about to come!”

I was sucking at her neck just then, and it took a moment for her words to sink in. “Wait, what did you say?” I asked her.

“Mmmmmm, I’m just about to come!” she gasped, grinding herself even harder around my cock.

“No, before that,” I said, but she was groaning too loudly to hear me now, and then her entire body tensed and shuddered as she released a cry of pure satisfaction. This brought on my own uncontrollable explosion, and I shot my sperm deep into her spasming body.

“Oh God, that was great!” Ivy panted, still shuddering. I had to agree, but when I pulled my cock out of her and straightened up, I got the shock of my life. I was looking through the glass window at a row of six cubicles like ours, most of which contained two people, presumably an inmate and his lawyer. But no one was conferring at that moment; all of them were watching us, some slack-jawed, others with big grins on their faces.

I hastily turned away and pulled up my pants. Ivy calmly adjusted her panties and brushed her skirt down, then rapped on the door. As the guard came to let her out, she told me she would see me in court the next day.

As the guard escorted me to back to my cell, he told me with a grin, “We really look forward to Ivy’s visits. She always gives us one hell of a show!”