The Client's List | Ft Shriya | Episode 01
Synopsis: Shriya an 42 Years Old South Indian Woman , She is a Respected Criminal Lawyer in Public. Her Secret? She Only Took Cases Where the Accused Made Her Wet. Murderers, Rapists, Gangsters-she Defended Them All, but Not for Justice. She Did It for the Thrill of Fucking Them. But Behind Closed Doors, She Was a Cock-hungry Slut Who Got Off on Danger. Her Days Were Spent in Court. Her Nights Were Spent Bent Over Desks, Gagging on the Coccks of the Men She Swore to Protect. In the Holding Cells, She Sat on Their Laps and Jerked Them Under, The Table While Whispering Legal Loopholes. She Sucked Off a Kidnapper in Her Car After Bail. She Rode a Smuggler During a Deposition, Biting His Lip as He Came Inside Her While Handcuffed to the Chair. Every Case Ended With a Guilty Man-and a Cum-filled Hole. But Shriya Had a List-hidden in Her Closet-a Blood-red Notebook Titled "The Client List." Every Name, Every Fuck, Every Filthy Thing She Let Them Do to Her Was Detailed in That Book. She Didn't Just Break Laws. She Broke Herself in It, and She Loved Every Second of It.
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It’s 10pm She's in her office late at night, the only sound the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. her latest case is nearly wrapped up she secured bail for a 25-year-old street gang member accused of multiple counts of armed robbery. She's already decided he's guilty, just like all the others. Shriya locks her office door and dims the lights. She can hear the low murmur of voices from the holding cells downstairs. Her fingers trace the outline of her phone in workdesk where she knows the gang member's number is saved. She doesn't need to look she's memorized it. She pulls out her phone and types a simple message: its "Third floor " The holding cells below fall silent as the gang member receives her message. Shriya waits, her heart rate quickening as she hears footsteps ascending the stairs. The door handle turns, and a tall, muscular young man with dark eyes and a crooked grin enters her office. He closes the door behind him, the lock clicking into place. "I got your text, Miss Shriya " he says, his eyes roaming across her body appreciatively. "Hope this means you got good news for me." He moves closer, the smell of cheap cologne and male sweat wafting towards her. Shriya feels her pulse quicken as she meets his gaze, her professional demeanor cracking just a bit. Shriya doesn't waste time with pleasantries. She moves around her desk with calculated slowness, deliberately brushing against him as she passes. The contact sends a jolt through her body. She stops just inches away, forcing him to look down at her petite frame.
"Good news," she purrs, one hand trailing up his chest. "You'll be out in 48 hours." Her fingers dance across his collarbone, tracing the edge of his shirt. "But I wanted to celebrate early... and privately. "The young man's lips curl into a knowing smile. He reaches out to grab her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. "Celebrate, huh?" He pulls her closer, his free hand sliding around her waist. "What kind of celebration did you have in mind, lawyer?" His breath is hot against her neck as he leans down. Shriya arches her back, pressing her body against his. She can feel the hard lines of his muscles through his shirt. "The kind that ends with you thanking me properly," she murmurs, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. Her hand slides down his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "I worked hard to get you that bail. Don't you think I deserve a reward?" He chuckles, the sound dark and promising. "That depends on what kind of reward you're looking for." Her hand slides lower, fingers pressing against the growing bulge in his jeans. The fabric strains against his hardening cock as she rubs her palm along its length. "Something like this," she breathes, her voice husky with desire. The young man groans softly, his hips twitching forward into her touch. His grip on her waist tightens, pulling her flush against him.
"Fuck, lawyer," he growls, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of her neck. "You play dirty." Shriya smiles up at him, her eyes bright with arousal. "Only when I need to," she counters, popping the button of his jeans open with practiced ease. His breathing catches as her fingers dip below the waistband of his boxers. The heat of his erection presses against her palm, already thick and pulsing with need. She gives him a slow, teasing stroke, feeling him twitch against her fingers.
"Goddamn," he hisses, his grip on her neck tightening just enough to make her skin tingle. His other hand slides down to cup her ass, pulling her harder against him. "You been thinking about this all day, haven't you?"
Shriya bites her lower lip, nodding slightly as she continues stroking him through the fabric. "Maybe," she admits, her voice low and intimate. "All those hours in court, knowing you were down there...", slowly drawing the zipper down as she gazes at him intently. His cock springs free, thick and hard, as she slowly pulls his jeans and boxers down his thighs. He kicks them off, now fully naked from the waist down.
"You're something else, you know that?" he says, voice husky as he looks at her with appreciation. His cock stands at attention, glistening with precum at the tip. Shriya circles her thumb around the dick head, smearing the moisture as she gently strokes him. He groans, his hips bucking slightly into her hand. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm in here with you like this." She sinks to her knees in front of him, her hands sliding up his muscular thighs. Her fingers dig into the taut flesh as she gazes up at him through her lashes. "You're lucky you've got me," she murmurs, her hot breath ghosting over his cock. She licks a slow stripe from base to tip, her tongue swirling around the swollen head. The young man's hands immediately find her hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as a shudder runs through his body.
"Ohhhh Fucckk," he breathes, his hips jerking forward instinctively. Shriya opens her mouth and takes him in, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft as she sinks down. His fingers tighten in her hair as her warm mouth engulfs him, her throat working to take him deeper. He lets out a ragged groan, his hips stuttering forward. The sounds she makes wet and eager send fire through his veins. Shriya works him slowly at first, dragging her tongue along the underside as she pulls back, sucking hard at the tip before taking him deep again. Her hands move to grip his ass, pulling him deeper into her mouth. He can feel the muscles of her throat fluttering around him. His other hand comes up to cradle the back of her head, not forcing but guiding, his breathing ragged.
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"Fuck, yeah, just like that." Shriya unbuttons her tight white shirt, revealing a black lacy bra beneath. She pulls her hair into a messy bun, exposing her neck and shoulders. The young man's eyes darken as he sees her revealed flesh, his hands moving to caress her newly exposed skin. His fingers trail along the edge of her bra, teasing the soft skin beneath. He pulls her to her feet, kissing her hard and deep, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roam her body. Shriya moans into the kiss, her hands sliding up his broad chest and over his shoulders. The young man breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He groans against her skin, his hands immediately cupping her boobs, thumbs brushing over her nipples. They harden under his touch, his rough fingers rolling and pinching them gently. Shriya arches into his hands, a soft whimper escaping her lips. "God, you're so fucking perfect," he murmurs against her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone. His hands slide down her sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of her skirt. With a quick tug, the zipper comes undone, the fabric pooling around her ankles. She steps out of it, now wearing nothing but her panties and the unbuttoned shirt hanging open.
She leads him into an Room, He follows willingly, his gaze dark and hungry as he watches her move. The bedroom is dimly lit, the mirrored walls catching glimpses of their reflections as she guides him toward the massive bed. He stops her just before they reach it, turning her around to face the nearest mirror. His body presses against her back, his erection nestling between her ass cheeks as his hands slide around her waist. She can see his reflection behind her—young, muscular, tattoos winding up his arms his lips brushing against her ear as he murmurs, "Look at you. Fuckkking gorgeous."
His hands move up to cup her boobs, thumbs flicking over her nipples through the lace of her bra. Shriya arches her back, pressing her ass against his cock as she watches his hands work her boobs in the mirror. She can feel how hard he is against her, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of her panties. His breath is hot against her neck as he nips at her earlobe.
"I want to fuck you," he growls, his hands sliding down her stomach and hooking into the waistband of her panties. "You okay with that, Lawyer Madam?"
She nods, biting her lip as he slowly peels the fabric down her thighs. His fingers trace the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he kneels behind her. His hands grip her hips as he presses a kiss to the curve of her ass, then nips at the flesh with his teeth. Shriya gasps, her fingers splaying against the cool surface of the mirror as his tongue traces along the swell of her ass. His hands slide up her thighs, thumbs brushing against her already-wet folds.
"Fuck, you're dripping for me," he murmurs, his breath hot against her skin. One hand moves around to her front, fingers circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Shriya moans, her hips rocking back against his touch. He nuzzles against her ass, his tongue flicking out to taste her. His tongue flicks against her clit, his fingers spreading her wetness up and down her folds. Shriya presses her palms flat against the mirror, her breathing ragged as pleasure ripples through her body. The young man grips her hips harder, pulling her ass back toward him as he licks deeper, his tongue plunging inside her. He groans against her, the vibration sending fresh waves of sensation through her body. One hand leaves her hip to slide around to her front, fingers circling her clit faster now as his tongue fucks her. Shriya's head falls back, her hair brushing against his shoulder as she moans loudly.
"Oh god, yes." His hand continues working her clit as he stands, pressing his still-erect cock against the cleft of her ass. He kisses her shoulder, murmuring against her skin, "You gonna come for me, Lawyer Madam? Gonna come on my fingers?" Shriya nods frantically, her body tense with impending release. His fingers move faster, circling her clit with just the right amount of pressure. Shriya slides her hand into under the pillow, she takes out an glass molded Dildo , The dildo toy is thick and smooth in her hand as she brings it to her mouth, wetting it with her tongue. The young man watches her reflection as she licks the toy, his cock twitching against her ass. "Fuck, that's hot." Shriya gently pushes back against him, positioning the toy at her entrance. Her breath catches as she slowly pushes it inside, inch by inch. The young man's hands grip her hips tighter, his cock twitching against her ass as he watches her reflection. She starts to move her hips, sliding the toy in and out in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The cool glass of the toy is a striking contrast to the heat of her body, heightening every sensation. The young man's hand moves to her breast, kneading the soft flesh as he watches her. "That's it, fuck yourself on it. God, you're so fucking hot." Shriya's movements become more frantic, her hips bucking back as she fucks herself with the toy. The young man's hand moves to her clit, his fingers rubbing in tight circles as he watches her in the mirror. "Come on, baby. Let me see you cum."
The combination of the toy and his fingers sends Shriya over the edge. Her body tenses, her fingers splaying against the mirror as she cries out in ecstasy. The young man groans, his hips jerking forward as he watches her come undone. He pulls the toy out slowly, his hand sliding to her still-wet entrance. "Fuck, you're still tight."She guides herself to her entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against her slick folds. Shriya moans, pushing back against him, desperate to feel him inside her.
He enters her slowly, stretching her in the most delicious way. His hands grip her hips as he pushes in inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to his size. When he's fully sheathed inside her, he lets out a guttural groan.
"Fuck, you feel incredible." Shriya arches her back, pushing her ass back against him. The young man begins to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first. The angle allows him to hit that perfect spot inside her, making her moan with every thrust. The young man gasps as Shriya turns around and drops to her knees, her plush lips wrapping around the head of his cock. She swirls her tongue around the tip, tasting the salty precum that beads there. Her hands grip his hips as she takes him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length. The young man's fingers tangle in her hair, not guiding but simply holding on as she works him with her mouth. His head falls back, a low groan escaping his lips as she bobs her head, creating a wet, sucking sound. Shriya looks up at him through her lashes, watching the way his face twists with pleasure as she sucks him with eye contact she folds her hands behind her back as a sign of submission. He lets out a shuddering breath, his hips twitching forward as she maintain eye contact. The gesture the way she put herself in a vulnerable position makes his cock throb in Shriya's mouth. His fingers tighten in her hair, not pulling yet, just holding on as she work him deeper. Her tongue swirls around his hard cock, creating suction that makes him groan.
"Fuck, just like that," he murmurs, his voice rough with need. His other hand moves to cup her cheek, thumb brushing over her lips as she take him in again. The combination of her soft mouth and the way she look up at him with those dark, inviting eyes is intoxicating. Shriya's lips stretch around his cock as she take him deeper, her throat muscles working to accommodate him. His hand in her hair tightens slightly as he pushes forward, not forcing but urging her to take more. She complies, relaxing her throat as he slides another inch inside. The young man lets out a low groan, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
"That's it, just like that," he murmurs, his free hand moving to rest on the back of her head. His fingers massage gently, appreciating the way she submits to him. Shriya looks up at him through her lashes, her dark eyes reflecting the dim light of the bedroom. The wet sounds of her mouth working him fill the room, mingling with his increasingly ragged breathing. Shriya's hands remain clasped behind her back, her body arched in a submissive position as she pleasures him with her mouth. Her tongue flicks along the underside of his cock as she draws back, the sensitive flesh there particularly responsive to her touch. The young man's hips jerk forward, his cock twitching in her mouth as she swirls her tongue around the head.
"Uhmmm Shhhhhhhh fuk, you're so good at that," he murmurs, his fingers tightening in her hair. His other hand moves to her face, thumb brushing over her cheek as she continues to work his cock with her mouth. The combination of her submission and her skilled mouth is overwhelming. His breath comes faster now, his muscles tensing as pleasure builds. Shriya feels his cock twitch against her tongue, tasting the first salty drops of precum. She hums around him, the vibration making him groan. His hips start to move in shallow thrusts, using her mouth as he pleases. Shriya accepts it eagerly, her throat relaxing as he pushes deeper. The young man's breathing becomes more ragged, his grip on her hair tightening as he fucks her mouth with increasing urgency. His thrusts are shallow at first, but gradually grow deeper as his control slips. Shriya's throat works around him, swallowing instinctively as he pushes in. Her hands remain clasped behind her back, her body still arched in submission.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he gasps, his hips jerking forward as he bottoms out in her throat. Shriya holds steady, her dark eyes looking up at him as she accepts him completely. she stopped sucking grabs his cock by her hand and Says "Not yet my Boy". The young man groans in frustration as Shriya stops him from cumming, his cock twitching in her hand. His body is taut with need, muscles straining as he fights to maintain control. Shriya climbs back onto the bed, lying on her back with her hair spread across the pillows. She reaches for the tie she discarded earlier, looping it around her wrists and presenting them to him with a challenging look.
His hand continues downward, fingers sliding through her slick folds. He finds her clit easily, circling it with slow, deliberate pressure. Shriya gasps, her back arching as pleasure shoots through her. The young man maintains eye contact as he works her clit, watching her face contort with pleasure. His fingers dip lower, gathering her wetness before returning to her clit. He applies more pressure now, rubbing firm circles as his other hand continues playing with her breast. Shriya's breathing grows ragged, her thighs tensing around his hand. The young man increases his pace slightly, his fingers working her with practiced precision. Shriya's hips rock against his hand, seeking more friction. The young man smirks at her demand, his fingers still working her clit as he watches her squirm. "You're so fucking wet for me," he murmurs, his voice rough with arousal. He positions himself between her thighs, his cock already hard and leaking. Without preamble, he thrusts into her, sheathing himself completely in one smooth motion. Shriya arches off the bed with a sharp cry, her bound wrists pulling against the restraints. He stays buried inside her for a moment, relishing the way her inner walls clench around him. Then he begins moving, setting a slow, deep rhythm that makes her moan. "Fuck yeah." Each slow thrust pushes him deeper, the head of his cock pressing against that sweet spot inside her. Shriya's back arches as he fills her completely, her inner walls fluttering around him. The young man watches her face as he moves, noting how her dark eyes go half-lidded with pleasure. His hands grip her hips, holding her still as he sets a relentless pace. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Taking me so well." He leans forward, bracing one hand beside her head as he increases the pace. His thrusts grow stronger now, each one driving her closer to the edge. Shriya's legs wrap around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back as he fucks her. Her bound wrists pull against the tie, the slight discomfort only heightening her pleasure. The young man watches her intently, noting every expression that crosses her face as he moves inside her. He adjusts his angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside her that makes her cry out. His thrusts grow harder, faster now, the slap of skin against skin filling the room.
"Ahhhhhhh yeahhh, I'm close," he grits out, his muscles tensing as pleasure builds. Shriya's inner walls clench around him, her orgasm approaching fast. Shriya screems "Don't Stop you Stupid" The young man obeys, his thrusts becoming erratic as his own climax builds. Shriya's entire body tenses, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashes over her. Her walls clench rhythmically around his cock, milking him as intense pleasure floods through her. The young man groans, his hips stuttering as he feels her tighten around him. He buries himself to the hilt and holds still, his own release hitting him hard. He finally Realeses it Hot cum fills her as he pulses inside her, his body shuddering with the force of it. Shriya moans, her inner muscles still fluttering around him as she rides out the aftershocks.
The young man collapses beside Shriya, both of them breathing heavily. His hand finds hers, their fingers intertwining as they come down from the high. Shriya turns her head to look at him, her dark eyes soft and satisfied. The young man meets her gaze, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. Neither speaks for a long moment, simply existing in the aftermath. Finally, he leans in to kiss her, the touch tender now, a contrast to the intensity of their coupling. He pulls back slightly, his fingers still laced with hers. "That was... fuck," he murmurs, a lazy smile crossing his face. Shriya's own smile is equally content. "You're learning." He laughs, the sound warm and genuine. "I had a good teacher. Sorry Lawyer" His free hand drifts up to brush a strand of hair from her face, his fingers remaining to trace the contours of her cheek. Shriya's skin tingles at his touch, her body still thrumming with satisfaction.
"Flatterer," she murmurs, though the affection in her tone betrays her pleasure. Shriya reaches for her cigarettes on the nightstand, lighting one with a practiced flick of her wrist. The young man watches as she inhales deeply, the ember glowing in the dim light. She holds the cigarette out to him, and he accepts, taking a long drag before exhaling slowly. Shriya smokes in silence for a moment,
"You're really good at this," he says after spanking her ass , speaking quietly. Shriya chuckles, blowing out a stream of smoke. "And you're good at taking direction." The young man smiles at that, his fingers tightening around hers for a brief moment before relaxing again. His thumb resumes its lazy circles on her palm. "I like that you know what you want," he says, watching her face as he speaks.
"And I like that you don't hesitate to take it." Shriya exhales smoke through her nose, her expression softening slightly. "Experience tends to do that for a woman." She pauses, considering. "Though I suspect you'd be just as good if I hadn't guided you." The young man's lips quirk upward. "Maybe," he concedes. "But I'm glad you showed me what you like." Shriya stubs out her cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand, her movements deliberate and precise. "You're learning quickly," She reached for her night robe. The young man put's on his clothes. He is Ready to go from here, But Still waits for His Lawyer Approval. Shriya secures her robe, her movements practiced and precise. She straightens her hair and checks her appearance in the mirror, making sure everything is in order. The young man watches her, his expression a mix of admiration and uncertainty. He's clearly reluctant to leave, but also knows the boundaries they've established. Shriya notices his hesitation and pivots to him, her face a mask of professional composure.
"Well, I think we can consider this deal settled for now." You will be Free in next 48 Hours. I've Already sent my Accout details to you Don't Forgot the Fee. She reaches for a business card from her desk, scribbling a note on the back. "Here's my personal number. If you have any more legal concerns, you know where to find me." See you in court . The young man takes the card, his fingers brushing against hers as he accepts it. His eyes flick down to the note she's written just her number and the words "Call me." His lips curve into a small, pleased smile. "Thank you," he says, tucking the card into his pocket with care.
Shriya nods once, a satisfied expression flickering across her face. She turns back to the mirror, adjusting her robe again. The young man hesitates for a moment longer, clearly wanting to say more but unsure how. Finally, he moves closer, stopping just behind her.
"Sure I Will Call" Thank you. he Shakes and Hand With Shriya.then Her phone buzzes her Fee amount of 2.5 Lakhs Is Credited. by his gangster's account Shriya glances at her phone, confirming the transaction before tucking it away. She meets the young man's eyes in the mirror, her expression giving nothing away. "That's the last of it," she says simply. "Your case is settled, and you've fulfilled your end of our arrangement." By my Juniors.
The young man exhales slowly, his hands finally settling into his pockets as he steps back. "Thank you," he says again, the words rough with emotion. "For everything."
Shriya turns from the mirror, facing him fully now. She doesn't reach for him, but her face softens slightly. "It was mutually beneficial," she replies. "That's all."
The young man nods, accepting her words even if they don't quite match the look in his eyes. He hesitates for a final moment, then moves toward the door. Shriya doesn't follow him, instead standing where she is, arms crossed. As he reaches the threshold, he turns back. "I meant what I said." Shriya's expression doesn't change, but something flickers across her face recognition, perhaps. Acknowledgment. "I know," she says simply. Shriya doesn't call him back. She doesn't watch him leave. Instead, she turns away, walking toward the window where the city lights glow in the night. She takes out an another Cigarette. Shriya lights the cigarette, inhaling deeply as she watches the city below. Her thoughts drift to her growing collection of client encounters, each one carefully On her RED Note book Titled "The Client List." her private records. She Writes the New Name The young man She writes his Name "VIKRANT" 25 years Old, she's learned to control. She exhales slowly, the smoke curling around her in the dim light.
Her phone buzzes again another client requesting her services. Shriya smirks, already mentally preparing for her next encounter. She moves to her desk, Turning the out a fresh page in her Notebook her mind drifts to the next potential client on her list, the possibilities already stirring within her. Shriya finishes her cigarette, stubbing it out in the ashtray. She opens her phone to review the new client request - a 25-year-old girl named *****, accused of Embezzlement. Shriya's interest is Fired Becuase She Never Had an Female Clients . She Only fucked an 2 dozens of men's. Shriya's fingers hover over her phone, considering the new client. A girl is a unique challenge, something new to add to her collection. She types a professional reply, scheduling an initial consultation for the next day. As she sets her phone down, she feels a familiar tingle of excitement at the prospect of a new encounter.
Who is Her Next Client ???
Let's Wait !!!
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