The Pompous and The Prick

Chapter 30: Good Luck, Sport

Makenzie Durham had never had sex. It wasn't that she had never had the opportunity to, she'd been to the seedier parts of lust before where people frequently approach strangers and just ask, without beating around the bush. It was not a secret that, while awkward, she was somewhat pretty and on occasion, and a classmate or two would express an interest in her, at least romantically. There was even an imp girl in her junior year that she had gone out with for a couple weeks. But neither romance nor sex really appealed to her and so she'd never really sought it out.

But as she stood watching her first ever defense case fall to pieces, and everyone looking at her, waiting for her to say something, anything, she found she couldn't. Mind spinning, hyperventilating, she could only think of one thing to do.

She sprinted to the podium where the judge sat, and kneeled in front of him, reaching under his robes for his d*ck. (Which was not, in fact, contained in any underwear.)

If she'd been thinking more rationally, she would've known that there was no way she wasn't going to be caught doing this. Rationally, she could've known that she couldn't give a successful hand job quick enough. Had she not been in a panic, she might have realized that grabbing onto a c*ck with one's full strength, would be the opposite of a pleasurable experience.

The majority of the prosecution all shouted, "Guzzle Gus, sucking sus!" pointing at Makenzie as the judge let out a squeal of pain.

He groaned as he banged his gavel, "Ms. Durham . . . is now dismissed . . . from the courtroom. Hrrrg! . . . We will now have a 10 minute -urgh, 30 minute recess," and doubled over.

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"Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" Blitzø was pacing around the hallway, outside of the courtroom. The defense team was gathered out there, trying to come up with what to do next.

"Calm down, Blitzø! It's not over yet! Aren't you always the one saying 'We ain't bankrupt until I say we bankrupt!'" Millie did her best Blitzø impression.

"This isn't our shit company, Mills, this is Stols' future on our hands. And our hands are bitch slapping it."

"Shit company?" Moxxie tried to interject.

"I'm never going to see my daughter again." Stolas was looking off into the middle distance, seemingly unaware of all goings on.

Blitzø turned to him, "Hey now, its not over yet. You can represent yourself in court, can't yeah? Surely you learned all this court stuff in fancy bird pants school, right?"

"It was an extracurricular . . . I took musical theater insteeaaaad!!!" Stolas began ugly crying, and Blitzø climbed up him so he could stroke his head.

"I'm really sorry you guys . . ." Their now ex-lawyer said in the quietest voice, as she approached from the bathroom, hands freshly washed.

"Oh, you better be you absolute-" Blitzø was luckily cut off by Millie taking her hand.

"It's alright sweetheart, you did your best. You were given the hardest possible case, and fresh out of college? No one could've done better." She seemed to say the last line directly to Blitzø, "You just go home and rest up for the next case, where you might have a chance, okay?"

Makenzie hesitated for a moment, before nodding, and turning to leave the building out the side entrance, in hopes of not being assaulted by hell's press.

The group looked at Millie, "What? She's like 19 and just lost her first big case. Nevermind that, What are we gonna do for the Prince now? Going on the run is still an option ya know."