There was a time when CCTV camera images were grainy and low quality. What Jake’s contact gives us to watch is HD standard. Fuck, I can even see the liver spots on the Judge’s hands. With surround sound and a massive TV mounted to the wall, it’s almost like we’re there in the action.

I sit back against the sofa in Jake’s dim media room and watch the bizarre sight playing out on the screen. It’s a sex dungeon, an S&M club. The walls are covered in black vinyl. In the center of the room is a broad steel table, and on it is a very naked Judge Jackson lying face down.

I rest my chin in my palms as a tall, statuesque, buxom and mature woman dressed in black leather from head to toe, presumably Evanna walks into the frame, dragging a riding crop along the judge’s loose, lily-white ass cheeks.

“Turn around, you are such a worthless piece of shit. Such a loser. Look at that tiny penis. It’s disgusting. Which woman would want to touch that? No wonder you have to come here and pay me to get off.” My eyebrows rise, but the judge is loving it.

“Evanna knows she is playing for the camera so it should get much better,” Jake assures me.

And he wasn’t kidding.

The man’s got a serious kink problem. He gets flogged mercilessly, then he is asked to get dressed in a woman’s bra and diapers and forced to crawl across the floor on his hands and knees before he’s allowed to clean her thigh-high boots by licking them. It’s not a pretty picture.

To each their own and all that, but hell, how anyone can pay for this shit, let alone love it, but the way his little red cock was hanging stiff and erect between his legs the whole time is a revelation of how aroused he was.

The judge continues to humiliate himself. “Please,” he whimpers, begging for the honor of drinking her piss.

“You’ve been a good boy so today you won’t have to drink it from a glass. Today, as a special treat I’ll piss straight into your mouth.”

He practically salivates while Jake starts laughing next to me. I’m not sure whether I should laugh or wash my eyeballs at the sight of this old guy greedily squatting between her legs and gulping down her piss.

“Holy shit,” I marvel when she makes him ram a huge purple dildo up his own ass as punishment for accidentally touching her above the knee while he was drinking her piss. Apparently, that’s very verboten. The camera catches it all.

Jake clicks the video off. “That’ll do. We’ll take this to him and remind him of all the naughty things he did today at lunch time. Unless he takes his son to task this is going to be posted online and sent off to the newspapers.” Jake laughs. “He ought to know enough about discipline by now, don’t you think?”

* * *

“This is preposterous. My son is a fine, upstanding citizen. He runs a clean show. How dare you come in here and threaten me? I know all about you, Jake Eden. You can pretend to be a businessman, but you’re nothing but a two-bit crook. Get out of my chambers.” The judge, now clad in a dark robe splutters. He raises an arm and points to the door. “I mean it. Out, both of you.”

“Chambers?” Jake asks, leaning against a bookcase full of thick, leather-bound books. “Makes a change from dungeons.”

The old man’s pale skin goes a shade paler as he blinks rapidly. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“This is insane. I don’t know what either of you are talking about!” I’m afraid the old man’s about to have a heart attack. He’s sweating profusely.

I drop the USB stick on his mahogany table. “Your honor,” I say, folding my arms. “Everything you did at lunchtime is on there.”

“Lunchtime?” he sputters breathlessly, staring at the object on his table as if it is a poisonous snake. He looks like is on the brink of a stroke now. If he drops dead, we’re fucked. Men like him surprise me. What do they expect? That one day they won’t be compromised?

“Your entire session with Evanna is on there.”

“What do you mean?” he asks slowly, even though he knows exactly what I’m saying. If I wasn’t so twisted up about my horses, I would feel bad for the old guy. We all have our weaknesses. He just can’t get what he needs from the woman he’s with.

His eyes fly up to us. He’s not ready to give in yet.

“Imagine what it would do to your reputation if it went public,” I suggest in a low voice. “Imagine what that would do to your wife.”

“And your children,” Jake adds.

“Or your high-flying friends,” I continue.

His hands ball into fists. “All right, all right. Enough. What do you want from me, you scum?”

“Funny word, coming from a man who can only reach completion while licking a woman’s boots,” Jake says.

“What do you want? Say your piece and get out of here,” he says coldly. This is a very different man indeed from the groveling submissive we saw on the screen.

“Tell your son to lay off my woman and my son,” I clarify. “She made the mistake of getting mixed-up with him, but now he won’t let her go. I need you to make sure he backs off her. Be grateful that I’m giving you this opportunity because what he’s done is enough to get him killed.”

“I can’t control—”

I hold my hand up. “I don’t give a shit how you do it, I just want it done. Threaten to stop turning a blind eye to his activities if you have to. Suggest one of his prior cases be reopened. Call the fucking police on him. I don’t care. Just make it happen, and today.”

“Or we’ll release the footage,” Jake murmurs.

“We’re not unreasonable. We just need justice. Your son sent around his men and slaughtered a stable full of my prize winning horses. I fucking loved those animals.”

His eyes widen with surprise.

“That’s right, this is the kind of thing your son does. He kills defenseless animals because he can’t get the woman he wants.”

His back straightens. He knows his son is no good, but he doesn’t care. No matter what that’s his son and he’ll stand by him.

Any pity I felt for him flees. “If you don’t make him understand that the woman and the boy don’t belong to him, I will release the video online and to all the major newspapers. The British press love juicy debauched stories about our moral, upright judiciary. So no doubt someone will want to print this story. To be clear: I don’t want to see or hear from your son or any of his goons again. Understood?”

“Understood,” he says tightly. “Now please leave. I never want to see either of you again.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve already seen much more of you than I ever wanted to,” Jake slings back.

Judge Jackson stares at us thin-lipped and resentful. It’s blackmail after all.

As we turn toward the door, I remember something else. “Oh, one more thing.”

“What?” he snaps.

“Since you never taught your son how to treat a woman, I’ll have to teach him myself. Just wanted to give you a heads up that I expect no consequences for doing so,” I inform him.

He narrows his eyes. “What are you talking about?

“I’m going to give your son the kicking he deserves.”

He takes a deep breath and looks as if he would like to say something horrible to me, but all he says is, “Fine. Do what you must, but don’t land him in hospital.”

“Shame you didn’t introduce him to Evanna. A good flogging might’ve straightened him out years ago,” Jake says with a laugh as we leave to find Tony Jackson.