Judge Sandy -- ch. 1
Sandra Fiore sat at her bench in her courtroom listening to the two lawyers bickering back and forth. Her mind drifted to the class she had to teach later that evening at the local community college. It should be an easy evening since she had an exam scheduled for her class. She could just sit there and read over some briefs she had for an upcoming trial. "I've heard enough for today!" She interrupted the lawyers as they debated the merits of their side. "We can pick this up on Monday morning." She couldn't decide what she wanted for dinner before her evening class. She gathered up her papers and notes as the two lawyers sat at their respective desks and watched her. She had been known for abruptly ending a day's hearing without any notice.
She stood, her robe hiding her statuesque figure. Her four-inch heels gave her a taller appearance than her 5'-5" height. Sandy was of Mediterranean descent with a dark complexion that made her strikingly beautiful. She had raven black hair that hung down below her shoulders, except for those times she knotted it in a bun. Her robe covered her figure that she was very proud of and worked hard at maintaining. Three or four times a week at the health club helped. She had a little bit of a belly that she knew came from drinking too much wine. But she loved her wine and had no intention of giving it up. But her greatest asset that she enjoyed taunting men with, when she wasn't wearing her robes, were her 38DDD breasts.
She had worked hard to get where she was at as a circuit court judge. She had put herself through law school, and then proved herself as a tough lawyer before being appointed to her current position. She had met her husband of twenty years at law school. They married shortly after graduation. But as is the case with most ambitious couples, their goals took them in two different directions. They stayed married for far too many years beyond what they should have. Two people, living together under the same roof, going in different directions. They eventually divorced. Sandra threw herself into her career, slowly working her way to the position she now held. She never used sex to advance her career, even though she had plenty of opportunities. She had a few lovers over the years. But she made sure they were always someone outside the circle of men she had to work with on a daily basis.
Sandy pulled into the parking garage of the community college and parking in her designated space not noticing the blue van just three spaces from hers. She hurriedly made her way into the building and to her classroom.
Brandon sat on the back row of every class he took. Ten years in the Army as a Ranger created in him several idiosyncrasies that governed how he lived. One of them was the dislike of having someone sitting behind him. He looked over his exam answers one last time before gathering up his stuff and throwing it in his backpack, then making his way to the front of the class to turn in his exam. He smiled at Sandy as he laid the exam on her desk. His eyes lingered a few extra seconds on the swell of her chest. He'd always thought she was an attractive woman. Even though she was fifteen years his senior.
Sandy returned his smile as he walked out of the classroom, noticing the extra glance he gave her chest. She watched him walk away. She felt a stirring between her legs as she checked out his ass. Then she tried to remember how long it had been since she'd been with a man.
Brandon stood 6' - 3" with the build of a man who took care of himself. He'd decided he didn't want to lose the skills or physique the Army had chiseled into him. He made his way to the library wanting to check out a couple of books before heading home. After being discharged, he decided to get a degree in Criminal Justice. He had many skills that he'd learned in the Army. But few of them made him marketable in the private sector. He had thought about becoming a cop. But with just about every police department requiring their officers to wear body cameras, 'no thanks.'
Sandy gathered up the exams after the last student had left the classroom. She threw them in her briefcase and headed back to her car. She was so consumed with thoughts of what she wanted to try to get done over the weekend that she didn't notice the two men walking up behind her as she unlocked her car, throwing her briefcase in the front seat. Panic overtook her when she felt a hand grip over her mouth and nose, while another wrapped around her chest, pulling her into her assailant.
"You fucking bitch!" A voice whispered in her ear. "We're going to have a lot of fun with you before we kill you!" She felt the fingers of the hand across her chest dig into her soft tit flesh. "I can't wait to sink my teeth into these tits of yours."
Sandy mind kicked into survival mode. She tried to scream and kick as she felt another set of hands grab one of her arms. The hand across her mouth held her so tightly, her scream was just a muffled squeal. The two assailants began dragging her to the blue van just a few spaces from her car.
Brandon had just stepped into the parking garage when he saw Sandy approaching her car. He watched her unlock it and throw her briefcase in the front seat just as two guys came around a concrete pillar and attack her. The two were so intent on grabbing Sandy, they didn't see Brandon coming at them fast. He got to them just as the side door to the blue van opened. He knew if they got her in the van, they'd probably get away. He decided to take out the guy who was holding her from behind first.
Brandon reached around the guys face and cupped his chin with his right hand. He then grabbed the back of his skull with his left hand. With one violent twist, he snapped the guys neck. He crumbled to the ground, dead before he hit the concrete.
The second assailant had a little more reaction time. He reached into his belt to pull out a Glock just as Brandon turned his attention to him. The gun cleared his belt just as Brandon grabbed his wrist. He jerked assailants arm up till the gun was pointing at the ceiling of the garage. The assailant began pulling the trigger. He only got off two rounds before he felt the gut wrenching pain of Brandon's knee in his groin. Brandon didn't hesitate. He kneed him three times in the groin and would have continued to do so, except the guy buckled over in pain, releasing the gun as he did. Brandon grabbed the gun and watched him drop to the concrete and curl up into the fetal position.
A third assailant jumped out of the van just as Brandon gained control of the gun. Again, without hesitating he pointed the gun at the third guy and pulled the trigger just as he was aiming his gun at Brandon. The back of the guys skull splattered all over the inside of the van. It was then that Brandon noticed the guy in the driver's seat. He was reaching for something when Brandon put three rounds into him.
Within the span of about twenty seconds, three men lay dead and the fourth was writhing on the floor in pain, unable to do anything. Brandon quickly looked around to make sure there were no more attackers. "Are you ok?" He asked Sandy as he lay his hand on her shoulder. She was trembling so bad he thought she was going to collapse.
"Yes! Yes! Thank you!" She began to sob. "Why? Who are they?"
Brandon knew he had to take charge of her now. "Look at me!" He commanded her. Sandy focused on him. "Go to your car and get your cell phone. Call 911 now!"
Sandy did as she was told. Brandon was going to follow her back to her car, but decided to watch over the last attacker still laying on the concrete. The thought crossed his mind, 'If this were combat, I'd put a bullet in this assholes head and not have to worry about him.'
The campus security guard got to the parking garage before the Chicago PD arrived. Brandon looked him up and down and decided not to leave the guy on the concrete, who was now puking up his guts. "Go stay with the judge until the cops get here." The security guard did as he was told, not knowing what else to do.
Fifteen minutes later the parking garage was filled with cops. By this time, Sandy had returned to Brandon's side, having calmed herself down to a degree. She put her hand on his arm. "Thank you! I don't know how else to say it! I was so scared. They said they were going to kill me."
A cop walked up to her. "Ma'am, would you come with me please?"
