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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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Justice Department
3:45 PM
Phoenix Wright held his briefcase close as he walked amidst a crowd of people chatting excitedly about the case that just ended. He couldn't help but hold his head high and grin; this had been a difficult case and the win was very narrow. Mia walked beside him. He glanced over and was happy to see that she was smiling too, enjoying the high that comes with success. At the end of the hallway, he pressed the elevator call button and rocked back from his heels to his toes. I wonder if Mia will want to go out for dinner tonight, he thought. The elevator chimed, the doors parted, and Phoenix, Mia, and a dozen or so other people packed themselves noisily inside.
They found themselves side-by-side in the back of the elevator. Phoenix leaned back against the bar mounted at hip-height on the wall. The courthouse was a big building, and he and Mia were headed all the way down to the ground floor, but he was already daydreaming about the highlights of the case before the doors had even finished closing. Man, we did great! The look on his face when I pointed out the contradiction in his story! Payne was sweating bullets by the end of it! That photo was blurry but it came in handy anyways….
He suddenly felt uncomfortable in the front of his pants. He quickly adjusted himself with his free hand. The judge looked so dumbfounded when I made that connection!… He was still uncomfortable. He tried adjusting himself again, but to no avail. He realized with a jolt what was happening. Aw, crud— Did anyone else notice? Did the Chief notice? He wasn’t sure if he should look.
Just then, his breath caught as he felt her hand snake into his pocket. Softly she drew circles on his upper thigh. Phoenix tried to concentrate on breathing. There were at least ten other people in this elevator, but they were all looking towards the door. That could change at any momet though! How far was she going to go? Their conversations faded as the blood pounded in his ears. She was getting closer now, feeling the flesh beside his pulsating shaft, then moving downwards to cup and fondle his balls.
As she was moving them around in her hands, Phoenix looked around the elevator, panic stricken. There was no reason for anyone to look back, and not much room for it either, he reasoned, but tried to position his suitcase in front of the obvious tent and the growing wet spot on his pants anyways. Suddenly, she gripped the base of his length, hard. Phoenix bucked forward. He cursed under his breath and tried to regain composure as she slowly moved her hand toward his tip. She took her time tracing the curve of his head, then paused; her fingers pressed at the slit at the tip, then her hand carefully moved back towards the base.
The elevator chimed; Phoenix jumped as it signaled its arrival on another floor. The doors opened and several people spilled out. Two entered. Mia had stopped stroking him, though maintained a tight grip. Phoenix wanted to moan for her to continue, to slam into her hand, but fear kept him silent and still. He became hyper-aware of his own body language, and akwardly tried to appear natural. The two newcomers each claimed a place to stand, naive to the sin being comitted right in front of them, then turned to face the doors as they slid shut again. They continued their descent.
And yet, the Chief had not begun moving again! Had someone seen? His throbbing manhood begged for attention. Why did she do this to me? Desperately Phoenix tried to wriggle his hips and urge her to keep going, but she kept still. He was sweating. He tentatively thrust his hips forward and found immediate pleasure; he could see her smile out of the corner of his eye, but he didn’t care. He thrust again, leaning his head back. He was thankful that the people in front of him were making loud conversation when a groan escaped from his parted lips. "I just don't want to clean up after another cat," one woman told her neighbor. He thrust. "Nobody told me about the meeting yesterday," a man grumbled to someone. He thrust again. "You can pickle onions?" This felt surreal, absurd. He was now desperately pumping his hips into her fist while a tremendous knot formed in the pit of his stomach, begging for release.
The elevator chimed again: the ground floor! The doors opened and everyone gushed out all at once. The elevator was empty. Mia shot forward and pressed the button to the top floor. The doors remained open. Please don't look in! Phoenix was hot in the face. Finally, the elevator chimed again, the doors slowly met, and Mia turned, lips parted and lust burning in her eyes. Immediately she reached forward, griped Phoenix's belt and tore it off. She tugged his swollen flesh out from his pants. Phoenix dropped his suitcase in surprise. She gripped him by his suit jacket and hastily spun them around so her back was against the elevator wall and leaped onto him, wrapping her long legs around him and causing her skirt to bunch up around her waist. Phoenix stumbled and put both arms out, hitting the wall and clumsily pinning his mentor there with his body. He fumbled with one hand to grab his throbbing arousal and find her entrance. She was already dripping wet, and Phoenix hungrily thrust his entire rod in her. He groaned in sweet relief, furiously pounding himself into her over and over again. She had one leg over one of Phoenix’s arms, and the other one was wrapped around his waist; she was also partially supported by the bar mounted to the wall. Her arms had found their way under his shirt and were clawing at his back; her mouth was biting and sucking the base of his sensitive neck.
Her moans, the danger, the smell of their sex— it was intoxicating. The room spun, and lights burst before his eyes as he cried out. He thrust his manhood in to the hilt and released. Euphoria, sweet forbidden ecstasy washed over him as he released his load into her. Her inner walls started convulsing as she climaxed, massaging his meat and causing him to come again. Her teeth came down on his neck hard as their bodies shook and writhed in union.
When the elevator door opened on the top floor, Phoenix was relieved to see that the lobby was empty. The Chief had already fixed her skirt and was adjusting her neck scarf, but he had collapsed and was sitting on the floor, totally and completely spent. There was cum on the wall, the railing and the floor of the elevator.
Silently, Mia leaned over and pressed the button to send the elevator back down to the ground floor.
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