Beauty Behind Justice

Little Emily sat on a bench near the courtroom door while playing with a Rubik's cube. At the age of 7, she was able to match the colored blocks in a matter of minutes. What a genius little girl.

That afternoon she waited for her father to finish working at the court.

The old woman next to her had been crying non-stop since they had been sitting next to each other. It made little Emily feel a little sorry.

"Madam, why do you keep crying?" asked little Emily in her cute voice.

The old woman turned and looked at little Emily. She said, "I lost my only daughter, she was killed by an unknown madman while walking home."

Emily looked at the old woman with teary eyes on her tiny doll-like face as she said, "I'm sorry for you, Madam."

"Thank you, little girl. What's your name and what do you want to be when you grow up?" replied the old woman while asking general questions that were usually asked of little children her age.

Emily extended her tiny hand to the old woman. "My name is Emily Rose, I want to be a prosecutor like Daddy when I grow up. I will punish bad people like the ones who killed your daughter, ma'am."

Little Emily's words immediately made the old woman laugh.

Little Emily's bodyguard said to the old woman, "Ma'am, this little girl is the only daughter of the prosecutor who handled your daughter's case, Mr. Lincoln John Carter."

The old woman knelt in front of little Emily while holding both of her hands, she looked at little Emily. "I'm sure you'll be a great prosecutor when you grow up, kid! Defend the oppressed, punish the criminals according to their crimes."

Little Emily smiled sweetly at the old woman as she replied, "Of course, Ma'am, that's my job in the future."

***

Twenty years later.

That afternoon the courtroom was so quiet when the public prosecutor read out his charges against the defendant in the rape trial of a 17-year-old girl. "Your Honor, after the Public Prosecutor studied the evidence, expert witnesses, and the trial interview with the defendant, I have decided to give the defendant the maximum sentence of life imprisonment," Emily said firmly, reading out the verdict for the defendant.

The bald, tattooed man sitting in the defendant's seat ran blindly towards Emily to attack her. Emily dodged back when the criminal's hand wanted to strangle her neck. The court security officer immediately grabbed the criminal's body and shocked him with an electric shock gun. The courtroom suddenly became noisy because of the attack.

The judge banged his gavel trying to calm the chaotic courtroom. "Please be quiet!" shouted the old judge with gray hair as he banged his gavel.

"The demand is granted. The defendant receives the maximum sentence of life imprisonment," said the judge then banged his gavel to mark the court's verdict. He then left the courtroom which was buzzing with chatter among the court visitors.

Emily smiled triumphantly. She was satisfied with the judge's verdict. The bastard who raped and murdered a teenager deserved to rot in prison for life.

She walked to her office located on the west corner of the 2nd floor of the Chicago City Court Building. Emily had been in that room for the past 3 years. She had handled hundreds of criminal cases, with the harshest verdicts she could submit to the judge.

Emily Rosalyn Carter was the only daughter of a legendary public prosecutor in the state of Chicago, United States. Her father's legendary figure in the courtroom, with his impeccable reputation throughout his career, had given Emily Rose the ease of climbing the career ladder in the same profession as her father, who was now enjoying his retirement in peace.

"Like father like daughter." That's the saying that her senior colleagues pinned on Emily Rose. Emily's professionalism was as good as her father's. Even more amazing, she never chose cases and immediately resolved every case that came across her desk.

The convicts on the green table are always afraid when facing the figure of Emily Rose. The beautiful prosecutor is like an angel guarding the gates of hell who is ready to give the maximum sentence to those who are guilty. But Emily Rose is an angel defending justice for those who are oppressed and hurt.

However, not many know the side of the beautiful prosecutor's love life. Her love game is tightly closed from public consumption and paparazzi. A series of extraordinary men who have bowed before the charm of Emily Rosalyn Carter.

Making love is Emily's way to relieve the pressure of the trial, making her feel the soft human side. The cruelty of the criminals made her seem to lose the soft side of her soul. The photos of evidence of the crime tore at her innocent soul since Emily stepped into the world of a public prosecutor's career.

This afternoon Emily had an appointment to train for a free-fighting session with her mentor and bed partner, Maximillian Darren Levine.

The man is the owner of a large martial arts gym in Chicago. He sometimes still has professional free-fighting matches or what is usually abbreviated as MMA (Mixed Martial Arts).

Emily first met Max Levine when handling a case of alleged sexual harassment of a middle-aged woman. At that time Emily found many irregularities in the evidence and also witnesses who turned out to have been manipulated by the woman who claimed to be the victim of sexual harassment.

Emily decided that Max Levine was not guilty. A rare case throughout her career as a public prosecutor.

Since then, the two of them have become close friends. Max offered himself to be Emily's personal martial arts trainer. According to him, Emily's profession is vulnerable to the dangers of violence and attacks from parties who feel aggrieved by her legal demands.

Emily has Latin blood from her Puerto Rican mother. Golden brown hair like pure honey, an oval face with sharp cheekbones and jaw. A pair of hazel eyes with thick, curly eyelashes and a pair of crescent-shaped eyebrows. A long, petite nose that is not too sharp and sensual pink lips that invite kisses.

Emily opened the black robe of the trial uniform that she had worn earlier. Under the uniform, she usually wore a chiffon sleeveless blouse and short skirt. A very sexy and challenging appearance in the eyes of men.

The clothes showed off her beautiful curves. Her solid chest was indeed covered by a loose layer of halter-neck chiffon fabric but exposed the smooth skin of her arms that were brownish like caramel. Her short skirt was usually red or black which tightly wrapped her round buttocks along half of her thighs.

Emily was not ashamed to appear sexy and challenging like that. For her, most men would choose to linger to stare at her beautiful body while her brain could think with extra time when talking to her conversation partner. A worthy exchange according to her.

In certain conditions, Emily always carries her Glock 21 SF pistol just in case in her handbag. The pistol is very comfortable to use for a small-handed firearm user like her.

Emily often does shooting practice at the Chicago police shooting range, she has to hone her shooting skills to protect herself. Even though she has 2 aides who accompany her everywhere. Chicago is a tough city with a fairly high crime rate.

"Knock knock knock." Someone knocked on her office door.

"Come in!" Emily shouted from inside her office.

It turned out to be Ronald Banning, one of her 41-year-old aides, who knocked on her office door.

The man was married and had 2 children, a boy and a girl. On several occasions, the middle-aged man had protected Emily's life from the threat of attack. Withstanding several stray bullets with his body. Emily respected and loved her aide very much.

"Hello, Ron. What's up?" Emily greeted me with a friendly smile.

Ronald sat in front of Emily's desk and said, "What are your plans this afternoon, Em?"

"I've made an appointment to have an afternoon training session with Maxie at his gym. You can drop me off and leave me there. Later, he will take me home to the apartment," Emily answered while putting her cell phone and notebook into her handbag.

Ronald nodded his head without arguing with Emily. He knew the man well. Max Levine is quite popular among MMA fans.

"Let's go, Ron. I don't want to keep Maxie waiting," Emily said as she hurriedly left her office.

The streets of Chicago that afternoon were very crowded; cars of various makes were crammed in the middle of the traffic jam, struggling to get to their respective destinations, and the sound of impatient horns echoing added to the hustle and bustle of the streets.

Summer in Chicago was dominated by the red-orange color of maple leaves falling in the wind along the right and left sides of the city highway. An artistic view is immortalized in a watercolor canvas painting.

Emily was lost in thought while looking out of her car window. An old homeless man walked past Emily's car, he walked unsteadily as if he had no energy. Emily thought maybe the old man hadn't eaten for some time.

She took a $10 from her wallet and lowered her car window. She called the old man.

"Sir!! Come closer ...," Emily shouted which was immediately responded to by the old man.

The old man smiled broadly with his missing teeth here and there, he accepted the $10 from Emily.

"Thank you, ma'am! May God repay your kindness," said the old man while bowing his head.

Maximillian Darren Levine, at the age of 35, has everything a man could ever want. He has a successful career, a fat bank account, and a perfectly muscular body that women dream of, making it easy for him to get a hot date whenever he want.

His appearance is not suitable to be a professional MMA athlete because he is very handsome. However, that is sometimes a blessing for him because his opponents who don't know him well underestimate Max because of his handsome face.

Max Levine has a pair of beautiful blue eyes framed by thick, curly eyelashes with a pair of thick, angled eyebrows. His facial bones are high with a strong, straight jaw. His nose is sharp and has been cracked repeatedly by his opponent's punches. His lips are reddish, not too thick, but can soar the high level of imagination of the opposite sex.

The man's skin is thickly hairy, slightly brownish, burnt by the sun because he likes outdoor activities. His hair is cut short with a stylish undercut motif adding to Max Levine's handsomeness.

That afternoon, Max practiced hitting the punching bag with his fists covered in blue boxing gloves.

Max also kicked the punching bag with his feet now and then. He practiced combining various boxing and kicking movements to prepare for the MMA tournament next week. His body began to sweat. He took a break while drinking from a bottle of mineral water.

Emily entered Max Levine's gym and rushed to where Max was standing in the corner of the room. The man saw her and smiled friendly.

"Hey, Maxie. How are you?" Emily greeted as she walked past Max and disappeared into the locker room without waiting for Max's answer.

Not long after, Emily was ready in her sportswear, a yellow sports tank top and black thigh-length shorts. She took off her shoes.

"Okay, Dear. Let's warm up first," Max invited while giving Emily examples of warm-up and stretching movements.

He couldn't take his eyes off Emily. He liked Emily and kept his feelings of liking her within reasonable limits on the surface. His body seemed addicted to making love to the woman. But Emily didn't want to tie herself to a man.

Max also found out that Emily was also having a hot relationship without status with several men besides him. However, he could not protest it because Emily would leave him without looking back if he started to act possessively.

Max had tried it once before to protest to Emily, but the woman ignored him for weeks. He could not bear to lose Emily, his body and soul became sick without Emily's touch. No woman could replace Emily.

Emily followed all the examples of movements from Max. The man taught her basic empty-handed martial arts techniques that were more towards defending herself from enemy attacks. Max also taught her several attacking movements, such as hitting the face and jaw, hitting the stomach, and attacking the stomach with her knee. Then Emily underwent a punching and kicking training session with Max for 30 minutes.

After that Max demonstrated a body lock movement to Emily. He pressed Emily's slender body down until she was helpless under him.

"Hey hey hey, you're cheating, Boy! Your body is twice as big as mine," Emily protested, pouting with her body squeezed under Max's muscular body.

Max laughed and devoured Emily's lips hungrily. "Don't fight a pro-MMA athlete, Beautiful." He released his lock and pulled Emily's hand to get up.

"I think our training is enough, Em. Don't push yourself too hard so you don't injure your muscles," Max said as he took his towel and drank mineral water from a bottle.

Emily wiped her sweat with a towel and drank the bottled water she had bought in the gym lobby earlier.

"Do you want to take me home to the apartment, Max?" Emily asked while looking at Max with her face tilted.

Max certainly didn't want to miss this opportunity, a veiled invitation to make love, typical of Emily. "Sure, I'll take a quick shower. Can we have dinner before I take you home?"

"Good idea, Maxie. I'm hungry too," Emily replied while carrying her belongings to the gym bathroom.

***

Arriving at Emily's apartment, without unnecessary pleasantries, Max Levine immediately crushed Emily's lips, to which, of course, Emily responded enthusiastically. They stripped each other's clothes until nothing was left as they walked towards Emily's bed.

Max felt his passion burning his body, he wanted release. Emily's body was the place for his body and soul to return to after nights full of longing without his secret lover.

He knew Emily loved the adoring kisses, the whispers between the heat of the kisses that left kiss marks along her beautiful body.

Emily hooked her legs around Max's hips, wanting their bodies to merge to perfect their hot lovemaking.

Max was certainly happy to serve his crush. His was so hard and tense, entering Emily's moist and warm, so ready for him.

"Ooh ... Maxie... you're amazing," Emily said between her moans and groans that made Max speed up the rhythm of his hip movements.

"Aargh!" Emily poured out her love fluids heavily.

The muscular man still didn't want to give up. His stamina was endless, he enjoyed the union of his body with Emily. He didn't want to 'finish' quickly.

Max turned Emily's body away from him and then, with one quick movement, reunited their bodies from behind Emily.

"I hope you can still hold out, Baby," Max said while laughing, spurring his body with Emily.

"DAMN ... IT COMES AGAIN! Aargh!" Emily screamed while cursing when her second orgasm came.

Max Levine laughed at how easily Emily had an orgasm with him. He didn't even show any signs of 'coming'.

"Okay. Lie down, Maxie; I want to be on top of you," Emily said as she pushed Max to lie down under her.

"All right, Mistress. Your turn to satisfy me. Come on, kiss me first," Max said, pulling Emily down on top of his muscular body.

Emily kissed Max's lips passionately. The man was indeed her favorite lover. Handsome, muscular, and had extraordinary stamina. Everything was so PERFECT!

Emily then united her body with Max's which was so hard. She also sighed enjoying the sensation of the union. Then moved back and fort, up and down, shaking her hips while staring into Max's blue eyes that were burning with passion.

The sight of Emily's beautiful body on top of his body, along with the wet and warm sensual pinching and friction, made him kneel. Max got the tremendous release he had been waiting for, his head seemed to be filled with thousands of fireflies. His love fluid exploded inside Emily's body.

"ARGHH!" Max screamed and growled with great satisfaction.

Max pulled Emily into his arms and kissed his lover's forehead. "Thank you, Beautiful, that was so delicious. I liked it. You're amazing!"

In Max's arms, Emily smiled looking at the handsome man. "You're welcome, Maxie. I feel like making love to a god. You're the best, Man!"

In his heart, Max said that Emily should have dumped other men who were useless and could not satisfy her like him. But he held his tongue and did not dare to say what was on his mind. The most important thing right now was to keep the woman by his side, he would turn a blind eye to all of Emily's affairs with other men.

Even though Max loved Emily with all his heart and soul, he didn't dare to say it openly. Emily would run away from him. For Emily, her job as a public prosecutor was number one. She didn't want her personal life to interfere with her work. That was the reason she didn't want to get married.

Max got up and walked to the bathroom to clean his body. Emily never allowed him to stay overnight. He had to obey his secret lover's rules. He would be home soon after taking a shower.

That morning, Senator Gordon Crawford slammed the dining table in a blazing rage and shouted at his only son, Henry.

"Henry, how can you be called to court today?! It could ruin your image as the next potential senator. We don't need the commotion of negative publicity right now," Gordon said impatiently and angrily.

The handsome young man was unaffected by his father's anger. He seemed to be going through a calm morning without a storm of emotions touching his handsome face. Henry was the strongest candidate to replace his father's senatorial position who had held the prestigious and powerful position for three terms.

It was not because Gordon Crawford was a clean person, but it was because of his strong connections that could keep all his crimes buried underground. Taking lives was a trivial and common thing for Gordon Crawford. But in the eyes of the public, he was a loyal and noble-hearted official.

"The prosecutor who handled your case is known for her spotless reputation. Emily Rose, the only daughter of the legendary prosecutor, Lincoln Carter. Weren't you two close to each other? Why didn't you ask her to dismiss your case, Henry?" Gordon chattered at length to his son who only replied with a smile.

Henry didn't want to put his father even more in a bad mood this morning. He finally spoke up, "Dad, I am close to Emily. But she is as hard as a wall, I know her very well. And ... I like her. She is a suitable partner for me if I run for senator next year. Let her read the lawsuit for me this time. This case is just a minor civil servant bribery case. We can pay the fine later. I will take care of the rest, no reporter will dare to cover this news, so calm down. Don't ruin this beautiful morning with your anger, Dad."

After answering his father's question, Henry drank his coffee and said goodbye to go to the courtroom for his case this morning.

Arriving in front of Chicago City Hall, dozens of reporters surrounded his car. Flashes of camera lights greedily took pictures of the handsome and famous man. Henry wore stylish sunglasses unaffected by the dazzling light. He did not answer any questions from reporters, his muscular bodyguards opened the way for him to enter the courtroom.

Henry took off his sunglasses and put them in the pocket of his expensive black suit. He sat quietly waiting for the trial in the defendant's chair with his lawyers.

The door to the courtroom opened wide with a loud sound. The judge and the public prosecutor entered the courtroom and sat in their respective places. The atmosphere in the courtroom suddenly became quiet.

The judge's gavel began the morning trial. Henry Crawford's name was called to sit in the defendant's chair in front of the judge. Without further ado, Emily Rose questioned the witness in the case of bribery of high-ranking state officials related to government social security insurance for workers.

"Mr. Albert Jenkins, is it true that you transferred some money to Mr. Henry Crawford's account?" Emily asked with her sharp gaze at the witness.

The man was nervous and rubbed his wet palms. "Yes," he answered softly.

"No more questions, Your Majesty!"

The bribery case already had strong evidence with the addition of the witness's confirmation answer. Without further ado, the verdict was clear.

Emily read the lawsuit, articles, and legal sanctions for Henry Crawford. The judge approved the application and banged his gavel to signal the verdict of the legal case was over.

The trial ended without unnecessary drama. Emily followed the judge out of the courtroom.

Judge Malcom said to Emily, "Em, you are very brave to accept the bribery case of Senator Crawford's son. Gordon Crawford, that man has many connections, you should be careful because you have offended him."

Emily did not budge, she answered Judge Malcom, "Of course, Mr. Malcom. I will be careful." They then dispersed to their respective offices.

After entering her office, Emily took off her prosecutor's clothes. Showing her sexy clothes as usual. She took Mr. Long, an albino Boa snake that she had kept for the past five years. She kept it in an aquarium next to her desk.

The snake was tame to Emily and liked to wrap around Emily's slender waist with its long body and put its head on Emily's shoulder, facing the same direction as Emily, making Emily look like a snake queen. Emily sometimes let Mr. Long stay on her body for hours while doing her job reading the cases that came to her desk.

"Knock knock knock."

"Please come in," Emily answered while contemplating the case file that she would be trying tomorrow.

A neat man wearing sunglasses entered Emily's office. "Em!" he called.

Emily immediately raised her face towards the voice that called her. "Henry!"

Emily immediately stood up with Mr. Long on her body approaching Henry Crawford to hug him. However, the man seemed to have a phobia of snakes and immediately distanced himself from Emily.

Emily laughed softly seeing Henry Crawford's reaction. She put Mr. Long in the aquarium, where the snake usually lived. Then she walked in front of Henry who immediately hugged Emily's body and crushed her lips without asking.

"Uugh ...," Emily sighed, protesting Henry's actions, which made him tighten his embrace on Emily's body.

When the oxygen levels in his brain were low, Henry stopped his kiss. The beautiful woman made him lose control. He had thought about lifting and pressing her body on his office desk. But that action was very risky, he canceled his intention.

The man walked towards the window looking at the street in front of the justice department office. He said, "Why didn't you tell me that the public prosecutor in charge of trying my case today is you, Em?"

Henry then looked directly at Emily's smiling face with cold eyes at him.

"Ohh okay, I was guilty, Sweetie. But everything is over, right? I paid a large fine to the state." said Henry raising both hands in surrender with Emily's determination. He knew very well who Emily was; for her, a verdict of 'guilty' was an act against the law.

He then took Emily into his arms and said, "Do you have time to have dinner with me tonight, Em?"

Emily had not seen Henry for a long time since last winter which felt so warm for them. Henry took her to Switzerland to ski with him. However, they spent more time in the hotel room to wrestle in bed all day.

"Okay. Where are we going to have dinner?" replied Emily trying to please Henry because today she was suing Henry with a fine that would drain his thick pockets.

The man smiled with satisfaction as he answered, "In my penthouse of course. Dress up nicely, honey. My driver will pick you up at 19.00."

Emily bit her lower lip, it seemed she was going to have another hot night with Henry.

The man kissed Emily's lips gently then said goodbye and left Emily's office with elegant steps.