Legal Trouble
By Madcat
A female lawyer dominates a male rival inside and outside the courtroom.


"Hard to freakin' believe." Russ muttered to himself as he watched her cross
the gym. The "her" just happened to be Dana, one of the best attorneys in the
city. Russ just happened to be one of the many stepping stones that the girl
used in her meteoric rise to the top.

Five years ago he was a rising star at the best firm in the city. Russ had a
perfect court record and an instinctive feel about the law. The young man
worked hard and got on the short list to make partner. Then he ran up against
Dana. Fresh out of law school, she took a product liability case to court that
should have been settled. The male thought he had an ironclad defense against
a rookie attorney. But he badly under estimated the pretty young girl. She
produced company documents and a whistle blower to prove that the company had
known about the defects in the product for years. The girl crushed his case in
an afternoon and publicly humiliated him. The jury awarded a multimillion
dollar verdict and Russ's firm lost one of their largest clients.

To make matters worse his firm turned around and hired Dana six months later.
She started to get the best cases while he got traffic violations. The writing
was on the wall and he could see it plain as day right next to her smiling,
little face. Russ played second fiddle to no one, let alone a girl. He quit
shortly there after, moved to the suburbs and started a family.

Their eyes met briefly and recognition flickered in her handsome face. She
smiled and started to walk in his direction. Russ grudgingly allowed himself
to scope out her tanned, toned body. She wore black Lycra pants that fit like
a second skin over her powerful hips. Her bare midriff showed a hint of rock
hard abs and a black sports bra contained her formidable bosom. Russ had never
seen this side of the black hair beauty.

"Hi, Russ." She cried as if they were long lost friends. "How ya been?"

"Good," he replied looking up at her gorgeous figure. Dana stuck out her hand
and stood up to shake it. The ferocity of her grip shocked him. Nothing worse
than a girl trying to shake like a man.

The two chit chatted for a short time. Russ learned that she had just made
partner at age 31, the youngest in the history of the firm. This led to her
buying a million dollar pad in the suburbs. While not an unhappy man, Russ got
more and more depressed as he listened to the girl gloat. He began to feel
like a failure all over again.

Dana sensed his darkening mood. "Hey, you aren't still sore about the
liability case are you?" she asked. Wanting to rub it in a little more.

"Na, I wanted to beat the crap out of you at first, but I got over that years
ago." Russ joked, trying to be the bigger man.

"Hah, you and what army?" she shot back.

Surprised by her aggressiveness, Russ decided to intimidate the smaller girl
just for fun. He stepped into her personal space and glared down at her. "You
think you can take me?"

"Any time, any place, big boy."

He looked down at her in utter disbelief. Sure, she was tall for a girl (maybe
5-9) and in great shape. But Russ stood 6-4 and lifted every day. He
considered himself to be an amateur body builder and had the chiseled muscles
to prove it. "Your lucky you are just a girl or I'd give you an ass kicking
you would never forget." Russ said a little more seriously than he intended.

"Why don't we go back to my place and see who gets their ass kicked?"

"Huh."

"I've got some boxing gloves at home. We can box a little bit. Don't worry
I'll go easy on you." She said, smiling.

He wanted to say no. He knew his wife would never approve of such a thing. But
this was his one chance to wipe that evil grin off his rival's face. "You're
on."

"Follow me," she said. "I'll drive."

They took her BMW up into the hills. Russ called and cancelled his afternoon
appointments. He tried to prepare himself for the house but it didn't work.
The man stared in wonder at the beautiful, contemporary home overlooking the
bay. All of this could have, no should have, been his.

"Don't worry, my husband is in Europe all week. We will have our privacy." She
declared as they walked thru the front door. The girl led him thru the posh
white interior and downstairs where an area had been cleared. It even had
mats.

Dana read the surprise on his face. "My husband and I do this all the time.
It's a great way to resolve conflict. Especially since I usually win."

"Your husband must be a real wimp."

"Yeah, he's been slacking ever since he dropped out of the NHL." She said,
handing him a small pair of boxing gloves.

Russ put them on awkwardly. They were not real boxing gloves, more like the
ones used in Karate. "Your old man's a professional hockey player?" he asked,
surprised.

"Not any more. Career ending knee injury. He is an investment banker now. I
could out punch him even when he was in game shape. Now that he doesn't
exercise much, he only wins when I let him." The tall brunette said while
doing a little shadow boxing.

His intuition told him that the girl spoke the truth but his male ego refused
to believe it. "Whatever, time for me to teach you who wears the pants and who
wears the panties." Russ boasted. He tried to emulate her boxing technique but
his punches seemed slow and clumsy. It had been a very long time since he had
done anything like this.

Dana laughed at him derisively. "We will see, I promise you that." She said,
dancing out into the middle of the mat. Russ advanced slowly and the girl
circled him, eying his size, strength and skill. She had not fought anyone so
powerful looking in a long time but he seemed hesitant and confused. The
female fighter knew this would be her advantage.

She struck first with a sharp left jab that snapped Russ's head back. He
retaliated with a roundhouse right that hit only air as Dana danced back. For
all his bulging muscle, the blow did not appear to have much zing.

The girl repeated this tactic a couple of times to fluster and frustrate her
opponent. It worked as Russ became more desperate to land a shot on his
elusive foe. Eventually he launched a wild right hook with all the strength he
could muster. Like many untrained fighters the blow was all arm and lacked
real power. Much to his dismay, the little girl's arm came up and easily
blocked his deathblow. This left him wide open for a counter attack.

And it came full of feminine fury. Dana hit him with a right hook the chin,
which staggered the larger man. Then she followed up with a series of powerful
combos to his lean torso. Despite her sleek, sensual body the girl hit with a
terrible force. Russ had to cover up to protect his vulnerable areas. When he
bent over, Dana slammed her right fist into the side of his head. The
sledgehammer blow reverberated thru his battered body and his knees buckled.
Russ pitched forward and landed on all fours.

Russ tried to stand immediately but failed. It had all happened so fast, he
only now realized the extent of the pummeling he had received at the hands of
his bitter rival. He wanted desperately to stand, to show her he was a man.
But much to his undying shame, Russ could not. He could barely lift his head
to look upon the female bully. His eyes traveled up her sleek legs to her flat
stomach and on to the swell of her full breasts. His mind could not comprehend
how something so beautiful wrought such destruction.

Dana loved this moment. She loved beating the boys at their own game, be it in
the courtroom or anywhere else. Defeating Russ seemed even more pleasurable.
It brought back all of those pleasant memories of her wonderful triumph 5
years ago. She had bested him intellectually and now physically. The fact the
he was a big, strong man and proud of his body made the victory that much
sweeter. But Dana wanted more and she knew just how to get it.

"Boy, that was a lucky shot." She said with all the humility that she did not
feel. The girl helped him to stand and pressed her left breast against the
battered male. She knew that such physical contact could revive a man faster
than smelling salts or an ice pack. But the touch also triggered an unexpected
reaction in her body. A flush of anticipation filled her as he lean against
her. "Rest for a second, sweety."

His mind seized on the lucky shot commentary. That's how she beat him. It was
only a lucky shot. The feel of her soft flesh against his right arm triggered
a resurrection of his psyche. Before long he insisted on standing unaided
(even though he kept his elbow pressed against her breast).

"Can you do another round? See if I can get lucky again." Dana asked coyly,
her voice dripping with mock concern.

Russ bit back a flirtatious comment about getting lucky. He tried to remember
his pretty little wife back home. But he stretched out his arms and said,
"Sure, that was just a warm up." And he meant it. In many ways he felt better
now than before the beating.

Dana repressed the urge to flattened him immediately as they started the
second round. It would be fun but too quick. She wanted to toy with him a
little first. The girl steeped up and hit him with a couple of quick jabs.

The man took the punches and hit back with all his power. Much to his surprise
he connected with a couple of counter blows that knocked Dana back. Russ
advanced on her, ready to prove his superiority to the sexy girl and bitter
rival.

She suppressed a giggle as she fell back to the paneled wall. Russ's blows
lacked force. Despite his hard body, he hit like a girl.

The end was near, Russ could sense it. He had her trapped against the wall.
Dana had already taken a number of his best shots and it would take only a
couple more to prove that the first round was a fluke.

But his next roundhouse punch missed entirely as she ducked. The girl
countered with a nice little hook to his chin. Russ staggered back, confused
and furious. He followed up with his best punch of the night, a hard over head
right. This punch had some body to it. But his wily opponent refused the stay
still and she dodged the well telegraphed attack. His fist smashed thru the
paneled wall.

Where did that come from, she thought as the mighty blow zinged past her nose.
Perhaps the male was not as pathetic as Dana previously thought. The hint of
danger in the battle just added to her excitement. The girl wasted no time in
blasting his stomach with a hard right. Her fist crashed thru his hardened abs
and doubled him over. Then her knee came up and smashed into his face. Russ
sank to one knee as a small stream of blood trickled out of his nose.

A smarter man would have realized that he had no chance against this female
warrior. But rage took control of Russ as he gazed up at Dana for the second
time. Clad entirely in black, she radiated malevolent power and sensuality.
But Russ was afraid of no man let alone a woman. He jumped to his feet and
charged the younger girl.

His fury surprised Dana. Her husband could not sustain the level of punishment
that she had inflicted on this unfortunate male. Russ's strong momentum bore
her back to the wall. With great effort he managed to pin the girl's arms
above her head. For a brief moment, it looked like a male victory was at hand.

"Now I got you." Russ claimed as his eyes gravitated to her heaving breasts.

"Oh, really." She said with her aggravating smile.

Then he felt it. Her knee provocatively rubbed his male parts. The pressure
felt exquisite and caused him to stiffen rapidly. But there was an implied
threat behind her intimate touching.

Russ's innate vulnerability to her new line of attack brought him to his
senses. "No don't, please." He begged her.

"Don't what?" Dana teased. She enjoyed all aspects of this situation: the
distress in his eyes, the terror in his voice, the potent sexuality between
his legs.

"Don't - don't hurt me."

"I promised not to hurt you, remember?" the young woman replied. His manhood
had grown considerably while they talked. "Is that a cucumber or you just
happy to see me?"

The male jurist had no time to respond as the she-devil broke free of his
hold. With blinding speed and skill, the girl threw him face first into the
wall. In the same move she twisted his right arm painfully behind his back. He
was totally under her control.

"Let's see what you are packing down there." Dana said. Her gloved hand
awkwardly grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down.

Russ rebelled immediately to this violation. Despite the pain in his right
shoulder, he pushed away from the wall and broke free of his female assailant.
His shorts, however, tripped him up. The male fell to his hands and knees and
the girl used the opportunity to rip off his muscle shirt. In pure desperation
he reached for his fallen shorts. Russ almost got his bulging display covered
but the black clad beauty intervened. She grabbed his shorts and the two began
a intense tug of war. The big man knew somehow that losing the shorts would
mean total surrender to the dominant female. He rolled on to his back and
clung the shorts with both hands.

Temporarily frustrated by the muscle bound male, Dana changed tactics. She
stepped up and sank her heel into his exposed belly. The ferocious blow caused
Russ to lose his hold on his shorts and he assumed a fetal position. Dana
reached down and denuded him of his black briefs. He did not resist but
instead tried to cover his shamefully large tool. Both combatants knew the
fight was over.

She put her hands on her hips. "Stand up." The victorious girl commanded.

The beaten man obeyed, his will to resist deserted him. He originally tried to
hide the object of her attention but she batted his hands away. It hung naked
and exposed before the black haired vixen. She took her gloves off and
explored its vibrant sensuality.

"What - what are you going to do?" he stammered. The conflicting emotions of
fear and pleasure coursed thru his battered body.

"I'm going to put you to work, counselor. Very HARD work." She said laughing
at her own bad joke. "But first we must find some decent attire for your new
job."

"But I'm married." He cried. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized that
it would not make any difference.

"Good for you." Dana said. She grabbed his throbbing manhood and used it to
lead him upstairs to her posh bedroom.

Russ looked around the bedroom for an avenue of escape but he knew there was
none. He had no car or clothes. Dana returned from her dresser bearing a pair
of white, lacey panties. The male knew immediately what she wanted.

"No, please." He begged.

Dana said nothing but diverted him over to her nightstand. She pulled out a
riding crop and walked over to her old rival. His courage failed and he
retreated before the black clad girl.

Her mind went back 5 years and thought about Russ in the courtroom. The young
lawyer exuded male strength and confidence. She had been attracted to the
handsome man even then. Now, as he cowered naked before her power, Dana's
latent lust began to boil over.

Only the wall stopped his pathetic retreat. Russ wanted to run from the
smaller girl but his body refused. His eyes became fixated on the black riding
crop. It slowly reached out and touched his inner thigh. Then the tip began to
trace a line up his leg, over his massive tool and across his thick chest.

"Put these on or we may have to play rough." Dana said, staring at him.

Russ hesitantly took the panties from her left hand and carefully stepped into
them. They fit snugly but tantalizingly over his erection. Much to his
surprise, he liked his new look. Russ began to feel entirely different as the
last vestiges of his male pride dissolved.

"I guess you do wear panties." She mocked his early bravado. "You look so pure
and virginal. Like a bride on her wedding night."

Dana got on her toes and kissed him passionately. He responded and pulled her
tight. The feel of her hard body almost pushed him over the edge. She withdrew
at the last second and guided him over to the king size bed.

"Time for you to earn your pay, counselor." Dana said as she ravished him over
and over again.