This hot lawyer milf is no hero

If I wasn't laying on the ground, I'd kick myself for such a stupid oversight. I always packed heat, especially for moments like this, but I also had a tendency not to reload my gun if I could feel there were still bullets in the chamber. It's embarrassing to admit, but when I hold a gun, I can only tell if it's loaded or not. I can't tell if there's 6, 5, or just 1 bullet left in this six-shooter chamber of mine. And it's a revolver too, dammit, it's not that hard to just pop open the chamber. Too late now, as the worried looks on the two men's faces quickly morphed into sinister smiles.

Within seconds, I was hoisted to my feet by the large one with both my hands held behind my back. The other man, whose name tag was now visible displaying the name, Bobalalalababa Jones, smirked as he confiscated my gun and spun it around on his finger, giggling as he stroked his rat-like whiskers.

"Three four, five, six, seven spins! A new record!"

"But Bobalalalababa Jones, why are you just spinning the gun around?" the large man, whom I'll just refer to as Joel, asked.

"Uh duh, we're out of headsets, so we gotta wait for another shipment."

"But I thought we were on the last of the shipments. Phase 2 will begin with the deliverers getting wiped and then we got another million stockpile."

"Dummy! She's literally RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!"

The back-and forth between these two might seem like a comedy sketch to some, but it certainly wasn't for me! I was terrified. My heart was racing, my knees were quaking, my makeup was beginning to smear due to all the sweat running down my face, I... I might be about to die.

But that rebellious girl with the purple dyed mullet I thought I vanquished when I exchanged my vows, flared up within me once more, and before I knew it, I had delivered a high-kick straight into Joel's neck. Instantly, I was freed as Joel let out a pained yelp and fell to the ground with a mighty thud, gasping for air.

I didn't give him an inch though, stomping down with all my might on his neck, before running away. I could hear the clicking of my gun as Bob, as I'll call him, desperately fired at me, but I guess he forgot it was out of bullets.

I reached the entrance, but before I could step outside, a beam of green light blasted down from above, halting me in my tracks as I stared in horror. I could see chunks of the asphalt flying, indicating the beam likely blasted a hole in the ground, and had I stepped out a second sooner, likely would have blasted me to blood and guts.

As I backed away in terror, the silhouette of a woman appeared with in the light, and a second later, out stepped a woman. Despite her white hair, she looked fairly young, young enough to pass off as a highschooler. She wore a blue bra top and dress with an upside Picasso-inspired triangle displayed that instantly grabbed my attention. She was also sporting black leather gloves and white sneakers, which coupled with the length of he dress, gave me the impression she was a combat specialist. Though her eyes were incredibly unsettling, with their dual green and purple irises. It was not human, alien I'd say, no DEFINITELY alien. She came down in a laser beam, she had to be an alien or at the least a government official.

But I do know that she must have something to do with what's going on, as here she has conveniently shown up.

"M- Madam Kyutee!?"

The voice came from Bob, who appeared terrified at the woman's presence. But hold on, did he just say "Kyutee"? Kyutee Banks is the name of the CEO of LOCKOUTT. I've never seen their face, so I have no idea if this woman is the same Kyutee as the CEO. But if she is, then everything makes sense.

"You're the one behind all this," I snarled, my mouth moving on its own.

For my entire life, I've always had some affinity towards the law. Whether it be being punished by it in my youth, or interpreting it in order to punish others in adulthood, the law was always hovering around me in some way, shape, or form. Though I had ditched my unsavory delinquent self, my new mature self was simply a delinquent in a different sense, ravenously interpreting laws in a way to get folks locked away, and get a big fat paycheck.

It also felt empowering to strut around the courtroom in a suit and heels, turning to face a sniveling defendant and say, "You're guilty!". The amount of clear-cut cases might surprise some. Crime isn't a major statistic in this city or county, but it sure as hell exists. And when it does, putting crooks away is usually open and shut. But sometimes, ya gotta bend things, even to convict a guilty bastard.

Thus, when I declare someone guilty, it gives me a power trip. My face curls into an elongated smirk, my finger extends, and I even flick my hair and adjust glasses, though today I'm wearing contacts... It matters not. When I do this, 100% of the time, everyone cracks. And that's why whenever I'm assigned to a case as the DA, everyone confesses, then appeals the case to a higher court, claiming I intimidated the defendant into a false confession.

Bastards, the lot of them! But if I become attorney general of the state, where can they go!? The judges on the circuit court are fans of mine, so no getting past them, and even if they do, the Supreme court moves like molasses.

Anyway, point being, when I say someone's guilty, they confess! And thus I extend my finger towards Kyutee, my face ever grinning and say, "YOU'RE GUILTY!"

Kyutee bobbed her head before smiling and clapping. "Yup, guilty as charged. This here's my evil plan. But me being guilty of the crime, don't mean it's just gonna come to a halt like that."

Dread began creeping into me as Bob angrily made his way behind me, breathing down my neck.

"Now, let's do the sentencing and all that shit," Kyutee maliciously smiled as she held up a package of zipties.

Within seconds, my wrists and ankles were bound and I was shoved into a lounge chair the store had on display. Joel was still on the ground, hopefully dead, as Kyutee took notice of him and knelt her head down close to his.

"Ugh, Madam Kyutee..."

Shit, he was still alive.

"What happened to him?"

"Bitch kicked him in the neck, then stomped on him again as she ran off," Bob growled.

Kyutee shot me a playful smile, which I didn't like, before stomping down on Joel's neck, sending a geyser of black liquid, which I assume to be his blood, spewing everywhere.

None got on me, but that was besides the point. This bitch-

"And now you're guilty of murder."

-Is going to try and frame me for murder!