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After Hours	By : elementalram Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 4951 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This work is pure fiction; I do not own any of the Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney games, and do not make any money off of this fic.

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Fey and Co. Law Offices
6:08 PM
Phoenix walked down the hallway of the Fey and Co. Law Offices, a cup of black coffee in each hand. Orange light from the evening sun poured through the blinds of the windows as he passed, illuminating the empty hallway. As he approached Mia’s office, he heard her voice bouncing off the wall, echoing over the sound of the rush-hour traffic. She must still be on the phone with Grossberg, Phoenix thought. It had been a long day; he and the Chief had spent most of it doing footwork in preparation for a trial tomorrow, and by the sound of her conversation, they still had a long night ahead of them.
As Phoenix entered the office, Mia nodded a silent thank you to him from behind her desk and accepted the cup of coffee. “Yes,” she said, returning to the phone, “That’s doable. We can meet here.” She paused, then said, “7:30 it is, then. Yes, we’ll see you then. Thank you.” As she put the phone receiver down, she sighed and looked at Phoenix, who had shrugged off his coat, hung it by the door, and taken a seat on the couch opposite her desk. “Well, Mr. Grossberg wants to meet up with us and go over our strategy for tomorrow. He seems to think our chance of winning this case is very slim.” She brought the paper cup up to her lips and let her eyes wander towards the window. “It may be a good idea to get a fresh perspective on what we’ve got so far.”
The office was beginning to grow dark as the sun continued to set. Finally, Phoenix said, "That’s alright, Chief.” He smiled and paused as he watched the sun dip down past the edge of the windowsill. Then, he downed the last of his lukewarm coffee and got up from his seat to turn on the lights. “In the end, anything that’ll bring us closer to winning this case will be worth it, Chief.” Truthfully, his back and feet were sore from running around all day, but he knew deep down that there was nothing that he would rather be doing. Their investigation today would surely pay off. The lights flickered on, and Phoenix turned back around, trying to think of something else encouraging to say.
However, he was caught off guard by the look on the Chief's face as she stared at him from behind her desk. He flushed. He knew that look. Her eyes were searching him, reaching over each part of his body, boring through his clothing, taking in her protege's tall, well-built physique-- and, it would seem, the growing tent in the front. The corners of her mouth curved upwards in a wry smile. “Well, Phoenix, it looks like we have some time to kill,” she purred. Abruptly, she stood up and walked around her desk. Phoenix gulped, beads of sweat forming at his temple. Her curvaceous figure was now perched on the edge of the desk, long legs barely concealed by her pencil skirt, her full, round breasts cupped perfectly by her tailored shirt and suit jacket, eyes hungrily beckoning him towards her from under her thick eyelashes and long, golden-brown hair. "Come," she instructed.
This wasn’t the first time. In fact, this wasn’t the second time either— or the third. Somehow, she still managed to surprise him each time. It all started about six months ago, when the staff held a big party at a local restaurant to celebrate a difficult win. Mia had insisted that Phoenix attend, even though he felt like he hadn’t contributed much. “You’re one of us, Wright. Everyone wants you there!” Indeed, they were all in high spirits and didn’t hesitate to share the multi-course meal. However, though it started with food, it ended with liquor, and by the end of the night, everybody was entirely too inebriated to drive home. Most took taxis, but Phoenix and the Chief decided to stumble back to the office to retrieve her forgotten keys— or so she said. That’s when she ambushed him, shoving her confused, drunken mentee onto the office couch and working him with her mouth and hands, taking him deep into her throat until he came.
Since then, she seemed to have formed a habit of calling on him whenever she felt that urge. She didn't allow for penetration, however; only oral and manual sex— and, to his dismay, he hadn’t had the chance to be on the receiving end since that very first night. Each time after that, he had been the one to eat her out. Still, he did find himself craving her taste, he loved seeing and feeling her body convulse around his tongue and fingers, and loved the powerfully electric orgasms he got from getting her off. He also secretly reveled in being the only one to know that Chief didn’t wear underwear!
So, he wasn't surprised when he knelt down in front of her to be granted immediate access when she opened her legs and wrapped them around his broad shoulders. She used one hand to steady herself on the desk; the other wrapped its digits in Phoenix’s hair, drawing him in closer and massaging his scalp. He quickly flicked his tongue out to tease her already-swollen nub, and could hear her breath catch. Full contact with his widened tongue elicited a rewarding hiss from her. He let his tongue explore the folds, moving over that sensitive bundle of nerves with varying degrees of pressure and speed. One of his hands was busy thrusting two— now three— fingers inside of her. The other hand moved down the buttons of his his dress shirt to pet his growing bulge through his blue pants. Her heels were digging into his back. He moaned deeply into her folds as he stroked himself, and she threw her head back, whimpering. Without warning she removed her hand from his hair. He looked up to see her desperately fondling her own breasts, thumbing her erect nipples through the fabric of her shirt as she groaned a series of ‘don't stop’s.
Thats it, he thought, humming curses into her flesh when he couldn’t get his belt undone quickly enough. He didn't bother to take his pants off-- all he needed was access. Finally he was free, and he switched hands so he could use her abundant juices as lubrication on his long, swollen member. The instant relief drew forth another drawn out, low moan from him. He curved three fingers into her and began thrusting anew in sync with his other hand stroking his manhood. Suddenly her body was tense, and he could feel her tighten around his fingers. Her breathing was quick and shallow, then she let out a series of short cries as her whole body convulsed with the force of her orgasm.
With that job now well done, Phoenix was now using both hands to frantically pump the length of his engorged erection as he licked her dripping entrance. Precum leaked onto his pants and pooled on the hard wood floors as he worked his throbbing shaft. He knew vaguely that she was watching; he heard her mutter something that was seemingly inconsequential. He was close to bursting.
“I said, I want you inside me,” she panted. Phoenix looked up, eyebrows raised and mouth agape. He even stopped stroking himself in surprise. She took advantage of this momentary lapse to slide off the desk and straddle him in one move, pinning him to the rug between the desk and the sofa. Deftly she grabbed his aching part and poised it at her dripping entrance, rubbing the head against her and slowly drawing the shaft. He was so swollen that she could barely wrap her hand around it, he noted. She seemed excited by this: she squeezed him and asked, “What do you want?”
"I want it, I want inside," he gasped. "Fuck me, Chief."
Her coy grin returned. She lowered herself onto his throbbing, twitching rod. Slowly she sank, inch by inch. Phoenix squeezed his eyes shut; his whole body was on fire. She never let him do this before. His hands moved over her legs, her thick thighs, her wide hips.... Those hips... he grabbed her hips and thrust his pelvis upward, driving his entire ten-inch length into her at once, eliciting a sharp gasp from her and a deep growl from him. He heard her swear, then his hands were pinned above his head. He opened his eyes. With a shock, he realized she had handcuffed him to the leg of the couch! "Naughty, naughty," she chided. "Bad boys get punished."
She started off slowly grinding her pussy around his cock, her hands again toying with her soft mounds through her shirt. Then, she pulled her breasts out of the confines of her blouse and used her hands to massage and caress the sensitive flesh. Phoenix strained against his bindings as his labored breathing became faster and more shallow. As she made circles with her hips, she leaned over Phoenix. He hungrily took one of her breasts into his mouth, licking and sucking the hard, pink nipple as he met her motions with whatever thrusts he could manage.
“C-Cheif—“ he sputtered, “I’m coming!”
“Yes,” she breathed. "Fuck-- yes, yes, yes."
She was bouncing and grinding hard and fast now. He felt her body clench around his ultra-sensitive, throbbing cock. He gasped. Suddenly, his back arched and his toes curled in his shoes as his orgasm rocked his whole body like lightning. “I’m coming!” he screamed, and his body shook, filing her with his cum. Another wave of intense pleasure caused him to cry out again, and again, and again as he came.
Completely and totally spent, Phoenix closed his eyes to enjoy the fading knot of warm pleasure behind his navel. He could feel his breath and heartbeat starting to slow down and return to a normal pace. He blinked hard, trying not to black out, but the darkness was so inviting.... I'll just close my eyes for a minute, he thought.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway.
“Grossberg!”
Phoenix instinctively shot up to his feet. He was momentarily bewildered at the fact that he had passed out long enough to allow the Chief to uncuff him, but that feeling was quickly overcome by panic as the sound of heavy footfalls approached. He had just finished buckling his belt when Grossberg bounded through the door, laughing a jolly apology about his tardiness.
“Ho ho ho! Sorry I’m late!” He crossed the room and plopped down on the couch, completely unaware of what he could have walked in on had he been on time.
“It’s not a problem, Mr. Grossberg,” said Mia without skipping a beat. She crossed the room and opened the top drawer of a filing cabinet near where her protege was standing. Phoenix, meanwhile, was still feeling weak at the knees. As she pulled out the file she was looking for, she gave him a sly wink and a grin, then turned around to approach Grossberg about the evidence.
Apparently, there was still a lot to learn from his mentor.
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