Title: Teen People's Court

Author: Alan Hitchen

E-mail: darkmere2000@yahoo.co.uk

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Disclaimer: The Popular characters belong to Touchstone Television. The People's Court is on the WB. The story is adapted from a vignette by Martin Cropper.

Pairing: Mary Cherry/OFC

Rating: NC-17 (strong sexual references)

Summary: The lure of television can sometimes be too strong for even the strongest mind to resist. Needless to say, Mary Cherry stood no chance.

"Five Hundred Dollars for that! Do ah look lahk some country bumpkin chewing a piece of straw? Ah full body massage is what ah asked for and ah full body massage is what ah'll pay for. Extras! What extras? Ah asked for no extras. What do you mean: 'Tough shit! You've paid already.' Give me back that card, ah'm gonna sue. Ah'll see you'all in court!"

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Announcer: Next on Channel 94 - Teen People's Court.

Voice over: Today, before distinguished retired judge John Jeffries real teens bring real complaints seeking a just resolution for their problems. Though this television court has no legal standing all parties have agreed to be bound by its conclusions. To ensure even-handedness all parties are represented by teen council. We now return you to the controversial case of obtaining money by deception being brought by Miss Mary Cherry against the owner, Mr Ceasar Croutons, and staff-member, Ms Linda Trang, of the Happi Slappi Massage Parlour of Santa Monica. The case continues in Teen People's Court.

Judge Jeffries: Miss McQueen, does the prosecution have anything else?

Miss McQueen: (stands) Nothing further at this time. (sits)

JJ: Very well. Miss McPherson?

Miss McPherson: (stands) I recall Mary Cherry. (Miss Cherry enters the witness stand) Now, Miss Cherry, you will remember the expert testimony of Doctor Weaver, who stated that an assault of this nature is entirely impossible unless the 'victim' consents and is fully aroused at the time. Yet you say you gave no such consent?

Miss Cherry: (confidently) Ah do, yes.

McP: But the assault occurred. Were you then aroused nonetheless?

MC: (displeased) No, ah most certainly was not.

McP: Please look at the co-defendant, Ms Trang. She is an attractive young lady, is she not? A veritable Asian babe, some might say. Surely any healthy young woman, having been undressed and caressed by such a meltingly sweet creature, would also want to be penetrated by her?

MC: Not me. Ah'm no dyke. Ah lahk cock. You ask Joe over there. (points as Joe tries to hide behind two giggling redheads)

McP: (wry smile) Perhaps later. Now, you heard Ms Trang say, and I quote: "These rich white bitches always want the same: (ticks off fingers) rub titty, lick clitty, fist up to elbow." The last bit is clearly a figure of speech, but I think the meaning is plain enough. She provides a service that many, ahem, "white bitches" enjoy. Are you sure you did not?

MC: (firmly) Ah did not.

McP: Really, Miss Cherry? When you entered the premises of the Happi Slappi Massage Parlour that afternoon you were perfectly aware of what was being offered, were you not? That you were going to be stroked and pummelled and squeezed to the very point of climax, at which point the topless Oriental masseuse would part your trembling thighs and thrust her fist up to the neck of your womb to make you come. Isn't this why you went in the first place? Yes or no?

MC: (vehemently) No! Ah needed to rehlax. Ah was very stressed that day. We had a test in Bio!

McP: Indeed. (pushes tongue into the side of her mouth) So stressed you ended up having sex with an eighteen-year-old wearing nothing but a blue thong. And you didn't say no as her artful lips and fingers palped your nipples into aching stones of need, did you? And as she turned her attention to your sleek, taut buttocks you demanded that she spank you, didn't you, spank you hard because you were a very naughty girl?

MC: (small voice) No.

McP: (dismissively) No. The prosecution has told us that this is a matter of consent. That you didn't consent and that you shouldn't pay. But consent you did. Not in words but in deeds. You could have left at any time. But you didn't. You lay there, luxuriating in Ms Trang's artful attentions, revelling in the oral arts that brought you to the edge of release. Yet you wish the court to believe it came as a complete surprise when she pistoned your vagina with her whole hand and gave you a multiple orgasm the like of which you had never before experienced. Is that not so?

MC: (confused) Ah... err...

McP: It sounds to me as if Ms Trang's services were well worth twice the money. Yet you quibbled? Claimed it was forced upon you? Let me recapitulate: You're lying on the massage table being energetically fisted; your feet arched in metacarpal spasm and your vaginal walls rippling with orgasmic contractions - and yet you somehow withheld consent from Ms Trang as she performed this most exciting act on you?

MC: (still confused) No, ah mean, yes, ah mean, ah'm not sure.

McP: Not sure? Well, put it this way. Ms Trang is almost half your size, a veritable china doll. My apologies, a Vietnamese doll. But look at you - a fine example of American womanhood - a super-fit cheerleader no less.

MC: (flattered) Well...

McP: (continues) I can easily imagine if I were a member of your squad and we were alone in the changing rooms after practice, that it would be child's play for you to grab me by the hair, push me up against the lockers, pull down my panties and, with your strong fingers, take me there on the spot. And then, after pleasuring me long and loud, if you were then to mount my face with your hot, wet pubis and demand that I lick you out, then I would simply be helpless to resist. (ends speech smiling at Miss McQueen and ignoring Miss Cherry altogether)

JJ: (concerned) Miss McPherson?

McP: (face flushing red) Sorry, your honour, I got carried away. My submission is that Miss Cherry is a strong woman well capable of defending her shell-pink vulva from the likes of Ms Trang had she chosen to. She did not. She consented willingly. Her case is therefore lost.

JJ: What say you, Miss Cherry?

MC: (direct to camera) Nic, you were right, you're always right, ah'm a big fat southern idiot. Now for pity's sake save mah ass! (a burst of interference is followed by a blank screen)

Transmission ends.