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Disclaimer: Night Court belongs to Starry Night Productions and Warner
Brothers Television. This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.

Date: 11/04/2006

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Voyurism, male solo sex, female solo sex, male/female sex, strong
language

Category: Het

Pairing: Christine/m

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: After another nightly session has been adjourned in Harry's
courtroom, Christine goes to join an old law school friend for a weekend
at a rustic cabin.

Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Markie Post, who was born
on the Fourth day of November, 1950 and based on a cartoon by an artist named
Marty Murphy in the November 2004 Issue of PLAYBOY Magazine.

Dedication: Happy 56th Birthday to Markie Post! -- ATK 2006
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Night Court: For The Weekend
by Andrew Troy Keller (atk440@aol.com)

It had all began on the evening of the Fourth day of the month of November
inside the courtroom of New York City Judge Harold T. Stone, which was where
he was staring with the look of boredom on his face at a nail that he was
hammering into his hand, causing his court clerk named Mac Robinson to look
at what Harry was doing with himself and said, "Oooohhhh, Sir! Why must you
always do that to yourself?"

And after he had looked at Mac and realized that his own court clerk really
does have a point, Harry had let out a sigh, pulled the nail out of his hand
without a single drop of his own blood on it and said, "You're right, Mac.
It's time for us to get ourselves out of here. Who's next, Mac?"

"It's funny that you should ask, Sir. People versus Miss Mindy Mounds. The
charge is indecent exposure. ", Mac had answered Harry's question after one
of the baliffs named Roz Russell had escourted a beautiful blonde babe with
a pair of really big tits and the court clerk had handed Harry the file and
moved himself back to his desk.

That was before an assistant district attorney named Dan Fielding has placed
himself next to the large-chested babe, took one look at the large bumps on
her white and pink sweater and stood there with wide eyes and his bottom lip
literaly down on the courtroom floor.

Of course, that was before Harry had let out a sigh, looked at the beautiful
legal aid attorney named Christine Sullivan and said, "Well, since our very
own prosecutor is suddenly unavalible at this very moment, I guess that we
might as well switch it over to our very own Miss Sullivan."

And after she had taken a deep breath, Christine had opened her case file and
said, "Yes, Sir. My client has just stepped out of her apartment building and
started walking towards Central Park, only to have some... fans... call out
to her and start blowing her some kisses and whistles. And after she had
heard all of that, my client had no choice, but to... to...!"

"Show off her torpedoes?" Christine's best friend, Roz had asked that
question just before Harry had rolled his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, People.
I mean, I really do hate to say this, but I really don't think that the
defendant's... hubcaps... are really big enough to cause so much trouble."

But of course, after she had raised-up her sweater and allowed everyone
around her to get a real eyeful of her enormous jugs, Harry had shaken the
feeling of pure shock out of his head and said, "On second thought, I could
be wrong. Let's hold this one over for trial. Roz, could you please escourt
our latest newfound guest to holding?"

"I don't see why not. After all, I live for something like this," Roz had
answered Harry just before she had taken Mindy out of the courtroom and
Harry had looked at his watch and said, "Okay, People. That's all of our
little court session for tonight, but don't forget to go to the gift shop
and recieve your complimentary 'I Hate Dan Fielding' tee-shirt. 'Bye."

And after Harry had banged down his gavel and ordered a large baliff named
Bull Shannon to take a still-shocked Dan out of the courtroom and give him
a cold shower to snap him out of it, the judge had handed the file over to
Mac, walked over to Christine and said, "Oh, Miss Sullivan. I happen to
have two tickets for Mel Tome's farewell concert at Madison Square Garden.
You want to join me?"

"Oooohhhh, I'm sorry, Sir. But I'm afraid that I would be unavalible. You
see, I'm going to a rustic moutain cabin with my old law school friend, Mark
for the weekend," that was the answer that Christine had given to Harry just
before she had said 'goodbye' to both him and Mac, left the courtroom and
went straight to her own place of residence.

Just then, on the very next day, after she had packed some stuff in an
overnight bag, Christine had stepped out of her apartment building and walked
over to a Land Rover vehicle that has been parked about a couple of feet away
from the building's front door.

And after she had given a young and handsome red-haired hunk a big friendly
hug and placed herself and her overnight bag in the Land Rover, both Mark
and Christine had driven themselves out of the City of New York and up to
the snow-covered rustic mountain part of the state with the same name.

And then, after they had arrived at their destination, both Mark and
Christine had gotten themselves out of the Land Rover and stepped inside the
cabin, only to have an awestruck Christine look at the wonderfully-furnished
interior of the cabin with wide-eyes and said, "Oooohhhh, Mark. This place
is ssssoooo wonderful."

"I'm so glad to hear you say that, Christine. Look, why don't you go head
and get yourself settled in and I'll go get us some wood for the fireplace.
Okay?" a smiling Mark had asked Christine just before he had taken an axe
and went on his firelog collecting mission.

Just then, after Mark had stepped back inside the cabin with some logs in
his arms and placed them in a log-bin, he had placed three of those logs
inside the fireplace and used a match to start a warm and cozy fire just
before Christine had stepped out of the kitchen with a cup of hot cocoa in
one hand and a glass of fine brandy in the other hand.

And after she had placed the cup and glass on the coffee table, Christine
had laid himself next to Mark, took a deep breath and asked, "Say, Mark? Do
you remember what my law and enviromental group was discussing while we were
still in law school?"

"I sure do, Christine. And if I'm so bold as to say so, I still find the
whole subject to be flat-out boring," that was the answer that Mark had
given Christine while he was warming his hands by the fire just before
she had allowed a small smile to appear on her lips, lifted herself and
her sweater up and asked, "Well then, do you still think discussing global
warming is going to be boring?"

And then, after he had turned his head towards Christine and noticed that she
had allowed her own bare tits to be exposed in front of him, a smiling Mark
has placed his warm and gentle hands on her firm breasts and kissed her ever
so passionately on the lips.

That was before they had stripped off all of their clothes and stared at each
other's bare-ass naked bodies, causing Mark to start stroking his stiff cock
and Christine to start pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot, wet
pussy and carressing her own tits with the other hand.

And then, after he had moved himself closer to Christine and started
licking all over her nude body -- all the way down to her hot, moist snatch
and carressing her stiff mounds, she had placed her hands on Mark's bare
shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Mark! Touch me!
Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"

Then, after he had turned himself around and allowed her to start sucking on
his stone hard dick, Christine had suddenly realized that she was once again
experiencing the one thing that she had never experienced with any other man
in quite some time, for she was experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and
enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after he had placed his stiff cock inside her asshole and used
each of his hands to carress both her tits and snatch, a sexually-energized
Christine has placed one of her hands on Mark's bare shoulder and the other
hand on his bare arm and yelled at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES!
THAT'S IT! DO IT, MARK! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME
WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after the two reunited lovers had started moving themselves harder
and faster and their lovemaking has finally made it up to the cabin, both
Mark and Christine had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep
with their naked arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then, after a smiling Christine had just stepped back inside Harry's
courtroom for yet another night court session, a curious Roz had walked
herself over to her best friend with a smile on her own face and asked,
"Ssssoooo, how did your little weekend fuckfest with Mark go?"

And after she had rolled her eyes and let out a small giggle, a smiling
Christine had looked at Roz, took a deep breath and answered, "Oooohhhh,
let's just say that it was a hot time in the old cabin tonight."

THE END!

    

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