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The Paralegals

By Maximillian Excaliber


Introduction

Everyone has a secret.   Some are big and some are small.  Sometimes
that secret is a private thing about themselves they don’t want anyone
to know and, sometimes it involves others.  Those are shared secrets.

This is a story about people, their shared secrets and the lengths
they will go to protect them.  Try to keep that in mind while you’re
reading it.  See if you can figure out who is has what secret to hide?

Enjoy.

Maximillian Excaliber


Chapter One – In Court

It was about 3:30, late in the afternoon on the last Thursday in
November.  The weather outside was unseasonably cold.

I was sitting at our table in the courtroom waiting to see what Willard
Sanders, the attorney for the plaintiff, Lilly Rossi, was going to do
next.

My name is Marty Gordon.  I’m forty-eight years old; weigh in at
two-hundred pounds even, I am five feet nine inches tall.  I have a
‘stocky’ build that is, except for my legs, not very muscular.  Both my
hair and goatee are brown, which I keep cut short and neatly trimmed at
all times.  Most of the time, I have brown eyes.  I say most of the time
because when I put in long hours at work, they are usually bloodshot.
In my opinion, I’m not very handsome, but to be honest, I’m also not
ugly either.  What I’m trying to say is that I think I’m just plain
average.

That particular day I was dressed in a navy blue classic, two-button
business suit and a white shirt.  My tie was dark blue with white
stripes.  On my feet I wore black socks and black, monk strap shoes.

There were four of us at our table.  To my immediate right sat my
partner, Rachael Wolf.

Rachel is the other paralegal on the team.  She’s forty-two and, since
I’ve never been good at guessing women’s weight, I won’t even try.
However, considering she has a figure that would make a playboy bunny
envious, it really doesn’t matter anyway.  Her hair, which is black and
wavy, flows down past her shoulders.  She has pale, almost alabaster
white skin, and brown eyes.  If I had to compare her to anyone, I’d have
to say that she reminds me of a full figured version of Monica
Bellucci.  She also is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.

Next to Rachael was our boss, Samantha Roberts, the firm’s head and only
attorney.   I’m not quite sure of our boss’s age but I think she’s about
thirty-six.  She’s a little skinny for my taste.  Hell, I’ll bet she
doesn’t weight an ounce over a hundred pounds.

Finally, at the far end of the table sat Vincent Rossi.  “Vince”, as he
liked to be called, was the defendant in the case and our client.
Suffice it to say that he was obviously male and with a name like Rossi,
you can bet he looked Italian.

Moving along, at the table to our left was Lilly Rossi and her legal
team.  Her team was comprised of Lilly Rossi, her lawyer and a paralegal.

Lilly, by the way, is herself, a successful (if not ethical) divorce
attorney.  Next to her at their table was her mouthpiece, Willard
Sanders.  And, next to Sanders was his paralegal, a quiet little man
whose name I can’t remember.

Sequestered in the Witness room was Gloria Lemons, the self confessed
adulteress of the affair and potentially the most damning witness they had.

Before this mess started, Samantha, Lilly, Rachael, Gloria, Vince and I
used to be good friends.  Now, as sometimes happens, we’ve divided into
two camps.  On one side was Samantha, Rachael, Vince and myself.  On the
other, the unlikely team of Lilly and Gloria.

It was the first day of trial and Lilly was about to take the stand.

Her attorney said to the judge, “I call to the stand the plaintiff, Mrs.
Lilly Rossi, your honor.” I was somewhat surprised, I had just assumed
that he’d present the video, it would be shown, and we’d all go home.
Then I could start enjoying my long holiday weekend, Rachael could do
whatever it is she does when not working herself to death, Samantha
could sulk, and poor Mr. Rossi could cry himself to sleep while he tried
to figure out how to pay our bill.  Although something told me he wasn’t
going to be able to pay it.  Lilly had been smart enough to get him to
sign a prenuptial agreement giving her everything in the event he
committed adultery.

I expected this to be the first and last day of what had promised to be
one of the shortest divorce trials in history.  The evidence in the case
was so strong it was sure to be a slam dunk win… for Lilly and her attorney!

But then she did have what, in my mind, was indisputable video evidence
of the husband’s infidelity with his mistress, Gloria Lemons.

You might be interested to know that Gloria also just happened to be
Lilly’s best friend… that is until Lilly caught them in bed together!

Unsurprisingly, things started exactly as I expected they would.
Sanders went straight for the jugular!

“Mrs. Rossi”, he began, “In your complaint you said, and I quote, ‘I was
sure that Vince was having an affair’; is that correct?”

There was an appearance of anger on Lilly Rossi’s face when she replied,
“Yes.”

“Were your suspicions correct?”  Sanders continued.  His voice had
changed from professional to soft and conciliatory.

Meekly, she replied, “Yes.”

“How do you know they were correct?”

With an almost triumph look expression on her face, Lilly Rossi
answered, “I have proof!”

“What kind of proof do you have?”  Sanders asked.  His tone showed no
change of emotion.

She answered, “I recorded them together.”

“What do you mean you recorded them together?  Was it an audio
recording?  Were you there when the alleged act of infidelity
occurred?”  Judge Judith Hastings asked, interrupting.

Sanders frowned.  For, while it wasn’t common knowledge to the public,
it was well known to those of us working in the court system that the
judge had recently developed a dislike for his client.

I looked over at Samantha and then at Rachael, both were smiling.  We
all knew that Judge Hastings was hoping Lilly would admit to being
present during the act.  If that happened, then Samantha could claim
that Lilly had, at the very least, given consent to the act and possibly
even been a willing participant.  Either way, the allegation of adultery
would be effectively nullified.  Unless, of course, Lilly said she was
hiding at the time.

There was a faint smile on her face that couldn’t conceal the scorn
hidden behind it as Lilly replied, “No; I mean, before I left the house
I hid two cameras in our bedroom.  They recorded the whole thing.”

Still looking at the judge, Lilly said, “I brought the cameras here with
me today.”

“Why did you use two cameras?” inquired the judge curiously.

To which Lilly responded, “For a couple of reasons.  First, one might
fail.  And second, I didn’t know exactly where in the room they might
be.  If I had used one camera, it might not have captured the bitch’s face”

“You know better than that Mrs. Rossi.” The judge interrupted.  “You
will restrict your testimony to the facts and not embellish it in any
way.”  The judge warned sternly.

Sanders approached the bench.  In his hand he held four evidence bags.
Two about a foot in diameter and two were just large enough to hold a
single compact disk each.

“At this time, your honor, I’d like to enter into evidence the videos
and cameras Mrs. Rossi is talking about.  I also request they be marked
‘Plaintiff’s Exhibits 26, 27, 28 and 29.’”

Vince Rossi turned to Samantha and asked angrily, “Why don’t you object
or something?  You said she only had one video, not two.”

“The truth is Vince that I just found out this morning.  I knew about
the first one, but not about the second one.

Sanders pulled a fast one on me.  He sent the two videos over all
right.  But one video he labeled “Original” and the other he labeled
“Backup Copy”.

I just assumed that the second video was a duplicate of the one labeled
“Original’ so we never looked at it.

I tried to keep it out; but, the judge said that, while she was
sympathetic, it was my responsibly to examine “ALL” the evidence.  She’s
right, it’s my fault.  I let him get one over on me.” Samantha replied.

Vince looked at her, anger in his face.  I guess he realized she’d been
tricked because he calmed down and then asked, “How bad is it?”

“As bad as it gets!” She told him somberly.

In a voice too loud, he exclaimed, “FUCK!”

“WHO SAID THAT?”  The judge yelled sternly and looked right at Vince.
And then before he could answer, she looked around the room as if
looking for somebody to blame. “Nobody did it?  Well, the next time it
happens ‘Somebody’ is going to be in contempt.”  Then the judge turned
to Lilly and said, “You may continue Mrs. Rossi.”

I looked over at Vince.  He was red faced, teeth clinched and tight
lipped. The judge had given him a break.  I could tell he knew it
wouldn’t happen again.

Smiling again, Lilly said, “I hid one camera on the television stand
under the TV and the other I placed atop the large dresser on Vince’s
side of the bed.  ”

“Mrs. Rossi, I’m confused.  If you placed the second camera on top of
the dresser as you say you did, how did it go undetected by Mr. Rossi
and Ms. Lemons?” asked the judge.

To which Mrs. Rossi responded, “I guess they were too busy screwing each
other to notice it!”

Laughter ensued throughout the entire courtroom; and, a few bangs of the
gavel later, the Judge Hastings ordered that cameras be produced.

The evidence bag containing the camera was opened.  The camera was
removed from the bag and held up for all to see.

For several seconds, silence filled the courtroom as all eyes stared at
it.  The camera, it turned out, was designed to look exactly like a
vibrator.  There were a few snickers from the audience.

“That’s a camera?” the judge asked.  I could hear the disbelief in her
voice.

Unashamed, Lilly replied, “Among other things.”

There was an outburst of hysterical laughter after which the judge, who
had turned red faced, probably from embarrassment, was forced to order a
recess.

As soon as we left the courtroom, the bailiff walked up to Samantha and
handed her a note.

She read it and then said, “Don’t go anywhere.  I’ll be back in a second.”

Samantha led Vince outside, presumably to calm his nerves.

Meanwhile, I said to Rachael, “Have you seen the second video?”

I hadn’t.

Down the hall, someone opened the door to the courthouse letting in a
rush cold of wind.  It must have blow right up her black dress because
she shivered suddenly and I saw her teeth start chattering.

“No.  Have you?”  Rachael replied.

I took off my suit jacket and put it around her, then answered, “Nope.
But I heard Samantha tell Vince that it’s worse than the other one.”

“Thanks.” Rachael said, and then she added, “Jesus, Marty!  How much
worse can it be?”

Before I could answer, Samantha walked up.  Vince wasn’t with her.

“Where’s our client?”  Rachael asked.

A worried look upon her face, Samantha replied, “In the bar across the
street getting a drink, he’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“What was that note about?” Rachael inquired.

Then she sprung it on us, “That was from Judge Hastings.  She let me
know that when court resumes, she intends to let Sanders show the second
video.  Then recess for the holiday weekend. If you had any plans this
weekend, cancel them.  We’re all working!”

“But we’ve already checked out of the hotel and what with the holidays,
we’ll never get another reservation!”  I told her as I thought to
myself, ‘There goes my weekend!’

Going into ‘boss mode’, she instructed, “Don’t worry about that, it’s
all taken care of.  You’ll both be staying at Vince’s residence.

He’s going out of town for the weekend and has given us full run of the
place.  He told me the place has four bedrooms.  One bedroom is being
used for storage and he is sleeping in another one.

After what happened to him, he doesn’t want to go near the master
bedroom and doesn’t mind if you use it.

You two can figure out who gets it when you get there.”  Samantha paused
as if waiting for us to say something.  I think we were both in shock.
When we said nothing, she continued.  “Your first priority is to watch
both of those videos.  Since we haven’t had a chance to analyze that
second video, look at every frame of it and see if you can find anything
to help us.  Then I want you to examine the bedroom as if it were a
crime scene.  If that doesn’t pan out, go over the entire file again. ”

“Are you going to be joining us?”  Rachael asked.

“I can’t.  Jimmy’s still sick and I’m not going to leave him with the
babysitter that long.”  Jimmy was the name of her three-year-old son.

“I’m going to drive home when court ends today, but I’ll keep in touch
with you by phone.  I’ll call you when later and see what, if anything,
you’ve come up with.

While you’re working at it from this end, I’ll be going over both videos
and the affidavits again.”

It was my turn to ask questions.  “What if we can’t find anything?  Then
what will we do?”

“I know you two.  You’ll find something.  You always do.”  At that point
the bailiff opened the courtroom door and called everyone back in.
Before she turned to walk to the door, Samantha handed me something and
said, “Here’s the keys.  Go on!  Get moving you two and don’t let me
down!”

Two hours later, after we realized that the GPS in Rachael’s car had
gotten us lost for the third time, we found someone to give us
directions and located the place.  Five minutes after that, we were
walking in the front door of Rossi’s house.


Chapter Two – Change Of Venue

The first thing that struck me when I walked in the door was that the
place was filled from wall-to-wall with sports trophies.

The second that grabbed my attention was the 65” plasma TV to the left
as soon as you walked in the front door.

No sooner had I sat first batch of our bags down than Rachael hurried
past me.  From the way she seemed to be moving about the room, I could
tell she was searching for something.

Jokingly, I said, “Didn’t you go before we left?”

“I’m looking for a phone book, smart-ass.  Do you want Italian or Chinese?”

I responded with, “Hookers or food?”

“Food,” She replied.  “I wouldn’t know how to expense the hookers.”

I countered, “How about ‘Expert Witness?”

“And what am I to tell the auditors when they ask what area of expertise
they had?”  She asked playfully.

I answered, “Forensic Knot Expert.”

“You’re kidding right?”

I told her truthfully, “You could always try it.  I read about this guy
in Great Britain last year.  He’s a member of the /International Guild
of Knot Tyers & Forensic Science Society./”

“Okay, I’ll bite, how does that make a hooker an expert witness?”

While taking off my jacket, I said, “Well, a couple years ago, before
you joined the firm, I was on this case involving a man whose wife found
out he had been seeing a prostitute.  When I interviewed him, he told me
the hooker he saw specialized in Bondage and Domination and that she
knew more knots than a sailor did.  I figured he knew what he was
talking about because he was a retired rear-admiral in the navy.”

“Hookers as expert witnesses, huh?  For both our sakes, I hope it
doesn’t come to that; but if it does, you’ll be the first one I let know.”

I decided to change the subject, “I’ll finish unloading the car; and
then, I think I’ll take a look around.  It might be a good idea to know
where everything is… particularly the bathroom!”

When Rachael didn’t respond, I looked at her to see why.  She had found
the phone book and was busy searching through it.

There was a phone in the living room.  After she’d located what she’d
been looking for, Rachael picked up the phone and started dialing.

I could hear it ringing on the other end.  A second later, she was
talking to someone.  While she was busy on the phone, I went out to the
car and retrieved the rest of our bags.

After I brought them inside, I started setting up our laptops on the
coffee table.  About five minutes later, Rachael hung up the phone.

During that time, she’d made two calls.

“Samantha’s said to tell you that things went about how we expected they
would in court.  Luckily, there were no more surprises.  She’s about
half way home.  She said she’d call about midnight for an update; that
is, if we don’t call her first. 

Also, the food should be here in an hour.  I hope you like Philly steak
and cheese sandwiches, French fries and coleslaw.”

I smiled.  Steak and cheese sandwiches are one of my favorites.  “Great!”

Seemingly satisfied, she stood there deep in thought for a minute.  Then
said to me…

“I was just thinking.  She said we could have free run of the place.
Why don’t we figure out how to use that overpriced entertainment system
of Vince’s and watch the videos on it?  That way we won’t have to spend
any more time staring at these tiny laptop screens than I have to.”

I’d gotten so caught up in what I was doing that I had completely
forgotten about touring the place.

It was just about the time I deciphered the workings of the
entertainment center that our dinner showed up.  As you can imagine, all
we talked about was the case.

We finished eating, cleaned up the trash; and then, began analyzing the
videos.

I had intended to start with the video neither of us had seen.  Within
seconds, I knew that I must have put in the wrong one by mistake because
the image on the screen showed a clear, unobstructed, wide angle view of
the bed.

The video we were supposed to be watching had been taken from the
television stand at the end of the bed.

“Sorry,” I said to Rachael embarrassingly when I discovered my mistake.

I was in the process of getting up so I could swap it out with the other
one when I heard her say, “Let it play.  Maybe we’ll see something we
missed the first time.”

“Okay.” I said and sat back down.

As I resumed watching, it occurred to me that the images on the screen
reminded me a great deal of the late night soft-core porn I occasionally
watch on the satellite back home.

There was Vince, lying on his back atop the bed.  He appeared to be nude.

Gloria walked in the room, bent down and placed her hands on either side
of his head.  Then she kissed Vince passionately on the mouth.  The kiss
lasted for over a minute.

After breaking the kiss, she stood upright and then began slowly
undressing until she too was totally nude.

I guess she wasn’t in the mood for foreplay because Gloria wasted no
time in climbing on the bed and into a kneeling position over him.

Once there, Gloria, who was facing him, lowered her weight until it
looked as if she were sitting, on top of him.

The way I saw it, her legs were straddling his waist and their pelvises
were touching.

Were the video from the camera on the dresser the only evidence, as
unlikely as it seemed, there might have been a slim chance Samantha
could have argued that the couple on the screen had not actually be
having sex.

The placement of Gloria’s legs was such that there was really no way to
tell if actual penetration was occurring.  The logic being, if there was
no penetration, then there was no infidelity.

To be quite candid, Samantha would have had a better shot of convincing
a motorcycle cop that she just threw up beer vomit on that she hadn’t
been drinking!

A half hour later, the video was over.

I looked over at Rachael.  For some reason, she had a flushed look on
her face.

“Learn anything?” I asked kiddingly.

Rachael giggled and replied, “Besides that fact that Gloria is a
screamer?  No, not really.  You?”

“Yeah, he went to bed with his watch off.”  I told her.

Puzzled, she inquired, “How is that relevant?”

“It tells me Rossi planned on sleeping when he got into bed that night.
A lot of guys who are getting into bed for just a booty call don’t
bother taking off their watches.  A man will usually take his watch off
just before he goes to sleep or prior to getting into the shower.”

She smiled.

I knew what she was thinking.  “Don’t go getting your hopes up.  That
doesn’t really prove anything.”

And the truth was it didn’t.  But it did seem to indicate that Rossi
might have been telling the truth about why he got into bed in the first
place.

I put in the second video and started the player again.

The screen filled with the image of a naked woman, straddling, what
appeared to be a naked man.

Because she was leaning forward slightly, I could clearly see in vivid
detail every inch of the woman’s wet pussy as she bounced her ample ass
up and down on the engorged penis beneath her.  Therefore, there was no
mistaking which was a man and which was a woman.

Two things dawned on me then.  The first was that the way the camera was
positioned, the only thing I could see was the back of her head.  The
second was that her upper body, even though moving, was blocking the
face of the man she was erotically coupling.

 “This is useless!” I said to her.  “I don’t see what Samantha is so
worried about.”

It took her a few seconds to respond.  When I looked over at her, I
realized that her eyes were transfixed, almost hypnotically, on the
screen.

Agreeing with me, Rachael said, “Neither do I; she’s blocking the man’s
face entirely.  In fact, how do we know who she is?  This could be a
video of anyone.”  But then she stopped and exclaimed, “Oh fuck!”

I looked back at the screen and understood immediately why.

Almost as if on cue, the woman on the screen leaned far backwards
towards the camera and placed the palms of her hands on the man’s legs
just above his knees.  In the same motion, she arched her back upwards
slightly.  Then she tilted her chin high into the air.

In that moment, everything lined up perfectly… his face, her face, the
camera.  That’s when Rachael and I knew, beyond any doubt, who the two
people on the bed were.

The couple on the screen was fucking was indeed Vince Rossi and Gloria
Lemons.

I looked at it and exclaimed to Rachael, “Well, there goes the case!
The camera doesn’t lie!”


Chapter Three – Ab Inito (From the Beginning)

For the next several hours we sat there watching the videos over and
over again.

When that didn’t get us anywhere, I took another DVD player from one of
the bedrooms and hooked it up to the television so we could watch the
videos side by side in split screen mode.

None of which helped us at all.

For example, one thing we learned was that both videos were definitely
two recording of the same event but from two different angles.  Another
thing was that they were also of such good quality that they equaled any
professionally made porn movies I’ve seen.  I’d like to say that I am
speaking strictly from a photograph point of view, but I can’t.  The
simple fact is I stayed with a massive hard-on the entire time I was
watching them.

By twelve o’clock in the morning, I was tired of sitting there with an
erection so I tried to convince Rachael that we were getting nowhere
watching the videos.

For some unexplained reason, she seemed hesitant to stop.  However, she
relented so I wrote off as stubbornness.  That’s when we began going
over affidavits in the case file and butted heads like a couple of goats.

“I’m telling you, Vince is lying!  There’s no way it could have happened
the way he said it did.”  I told her.

She looked shocked. “What makes you say that?”

Rachael opened her briefcase, took out a notebook and started writing in it.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

She looked at me expectantly, “I’m starting a list of your objections.”

That’s my Rachael, organized to a fault.

“We’ve been friends long enough for me to know what Vince is and is not
capable of.”  I told her candidly.

Rachael conceded, “Alright, I believe you.  But, my intuition is telling
me that was set up!”

“Even in the face of all that evidence?” I pointed to the coffee table
containing the case files.  “Sanders, has not one, but two videos.  To
top it off, he’s also got corroborating testimony from Gloria, who I
might add, hasn’t changed her story a bit from day one.”  Then a thought
occurred to me and I asked, “Hey, you didn’t ask her about it did you”

She laughed, “No, she came to me.”

 “Well, what did she say?”

Grimly, Rachael answered, “She denied it.  Her whole story seemed
rehearsed.  I got the feeling that Gloria was trying too hard to
convince me she’d slept with Vince.  ”

“I thought you two are friends?  Don’t you think she’d tell you the
truth?”  I pointed out.

Sourly, Rachael responded, “We were Marty.  But, apparently, even
friendship has its limits.”

“Huh?

Rachael explained, “Think about it, Marty.  Gloria knows that Lilly is
an attorney and as such, an officer of the court.  If it ever came out
that the two of them were in cahoots to defraud Vince out of half the
marital estate, the best thing she could hope for is a stiff fine and
disbarment.  They’d both be facing a hefty prison term for perjury.”

Rachael was right, that was reason enough to keep anybody’s mouth shut.

“So what makes you think Vince is telling the truth?”  I asked once more.

With a genuine tone of perplexity in her voice, Rachael replied, “I
can’t put my finger on it but there’s something just not right with
those videos.  The whole thing looks setup, contrived even.”

“I didn’t see anybody holding Vince down.  His hands didn’t look tied to
me.  Remember, the camera doesn’t lie, does it?” I reminded her.

Rachael suggested, “Just because we couldn’t see his hands doesn’t mean
they weren’t tied.”

“Do you really think that Vince, a man, was overpowered by Lilly, a
woman, and tied to a bed?”  I asked.

Then the obvious occurred to me.

“That would mean Lilly is an expert with ropes and knots.

Rachael added, “That plus be a lot stronger than she looks!”

“Hum, is she a dominatrix?”

Laughing, Rachael replied, “Not that I know of; but, it is possible.”

“Possible is not good enough.  Tell me how she did it.  Explain to me
exactly how a woman her size overcame a man and tied him to a bed.
After you do that, then you can tell me how Gloria, another woman,
molested him.”

Rachael, hesitated a few seconds then said, “I can’t tell you how Lilly
tied him up; I don’t know yet.  As to how Gloria screwed him, that was
the easy part!”

It was the most outrageous thing I’d ever heard.  “Easy part?  Are you
serious?”

“Sure.   The hard part was tying him to the bed; the rest was a piece of
cake.”

Rachael was silent.  I could tell she was thinking.

“The reason you don’t know is because it can’t be done.” I told her.
But since I was supposed to be considering all possibilities I said,
“But, just for the sake of argument, let’s assume that Lilly did manage
to tie Vince up.  You still have to explain the erection he had?”

She smiled, “Every heard of messaging the prostate?”

“Isn’t that a myth?”

Rachael laughed, “Nope, it’s a scientific fact.”

‘Where did you learn about that?’  I thought to myself; but, I decided
not to ask.

“If Lilly or Gloria had done that to him, why didn’t Vince say anything
about it in his affidavit?  Better still, why didn’t we see one of them
doing it on the video?”

Making eye contact with me, Rachael queried, “How many men do you know
would want it to become public knowledge that a woman stuck her finger,
or possibly even a foreign object, up their ass?  Would you?  And, as to
why we didn’t see it on the video, it could have occurred before the
video started.”

“I see your point.  The problem is, in either case, he didn’t say it; we
didn’t see it; and, therefore, we can’t prove it.  So what’s left?”

Rachael responded, “I don’t know, maybe one of them slipped him a Viagra
or something?”

“I didn’t see him swallow anything; did you?”  But I knew she hadn’t so
I continued, “Even if one of them did, once again, Vince didn’t mention
anything about it in his affidavit.  So we have no reason to assume
otherwise.”

Rachael suggested, “There is another possibility.  It might have been a
purely a response to physical stimulation.  Anyway, there are other ways
for a man to get an erection, you know!”

“Like what?”  I asked.

Almost seductively, Rachael suggested, “Maybe Vince just simply became
aroused when Gloria got on top of him?  Tell me; if an attractive,
desirable, naked woman started rubbing herself on all over you wouldn’t
you get aroused too?”

“No!”  I lied.

She looked at me disbelievingly.

So what did I do? Did I confess and tell her the truth.  Hell no!  I
told another lie.

“Take it from me; the only time a man will get aroused is if he wants a
woman.”

Without hesitation, Rachael asked, “Is that a fact?”

“That’s right!”

She laughed and said, “Why don’t I believe you?”

Maybe it was because I was lying through my teeth!

But, I had to say something.

“Let’s assume, again for the sake of argument that you are right and, by
some as yet undetermined means, either Lilly or Gloria did manage to
“get it up” for him.”

She interrupted, “Or both!”

“Okay.  That’s possible, kinky, but possible.  I won’t quibble over that
one.  How do you explain the fact that Vince didn’t just buck her off of
Gloria as soon as she climbed on top of him?”

It didn’t surprise me in the least when she said, “Because once she was
up there she locked her ankles under his legs.”

“So?  I’ve known women who’ve done the same thing.  That doesn’t prove
anything.”  I replied.  Then I thought about it and it occurred to me
she might be right… at least on that point.  Pride, however, kept me
from telling her.

Inside, I really didn’t want to admit that Rachael could be right.  It
just offended my masculinity to think that a woman, any woman, could
overpower a man and get that much control over him.

Hoping it would put an end to the debate, I summed it all up for her.

“Just admit it.  Vince screwed Gloria; Lilly screwed Vince after she
caught them on video.  And, Samantha got screwed when she took the case!”

But Rachael wasn’t throwing in the towel, “You’re wrong Marty.  There’s
more to that video than either of us are seeing.  The only explanation I
can think of is that Vince is telling the truth!”

“Prove it then.  If you can convince me, you can convince a jury.”

Rachael looked at me long and hard before speaking again.  Something was
going through her mind.  Then she said to me, “You really mean that?”

There was an excited, almost devious, tone in her voice.

“Absolutely!”

 Then she asked, “I thought men liked to feel in control.  If I prove
I’m right, wouldn’t you feel as if I was threatening your masculinity?
The last thing I want is something to affect our relationship.”

‘What?” I thought to myself, ‘is it me or is she taking this whole thing
way too seriously?’ Then I came up with what I thought was a safe response…

 “Rachael, don’t worry about it.  I trust you.  Do whatever it takes.”

Since she seemed happy, I wrote the whole thing off to the fact that she
was probably just as tired as I was.  ‘After all’, I thought to myself,
‘women can be so emotional at times.’

“Why don’t we figure out whose sleeping where?”  I suggested.

She agreed and we began touring the bedrooms.

When we got to the master bedroom, I recognized it immediately from
videos we had watched.

No sooner had I opened the door than Rachael said to me, “I’ll take the
guest bedroom.”

We hadn’t even stepped into the room yet.

One look at the dresser on the far wall told me why.  The entire
dresser, including all the little cubbyhole slots built into the mirror,
was covered in sex toys of various shapes and sizes.  The toys weren’t
on the videos because the camera wasn’t aimed in their direction.  As
you can imagine, it became clear to Rachael and I how Lilly could have
hidden the camera in plain sight without it being noticed.

“They are kind of intimidating aren’t they?”  I said, kidding her.

Undaunted, Rachael replied, “No, I just thought if you slept here you
might develop a new perspective on things.”

I agreed.  Then I told Rachael that I was going to take a shower and go
to bed.

I brought my bags into the room and set them in the bottom of the closet
out of the way.  Then I closed the bedroom door and locked it, more out
of habit than security.  Fifteen minutes later, clean and dry I lay down
on the bed.  After I turned off the lamp on the nightstand, I tried to
go to sleep.

According to the clock on the nightstand, it was 2:15 in the morning and
even though I was tired, I couldn’t sleep.

Lying there in the dark, I had time to reflect on the day’s events and
began wishing that I hadn’t been so stubbornly argumentative with
Rachael.  She was the last person in the world I wanted to hurt.

I knew that lately I had been becoming increasingly frustrated with
myself for not having the courage to tell her how I felt about her.  The
reason was that I was afraid she might not feel the same way about me.

But now that it was beginning to affect our working relationship, I had
to do something.

“Time to man up!” I said to myself and made my decision.

In the morning, I would apologize to her; and, no matter what the
consequences were, tell her how I really felt.

It was like a weight being lifted from my mind and immediately I began
to relax.  Soon after that, I started drifting off to sleep; and, a hazy
image began unfolding before me.

When it became clearer, I could see Gloria repeatedly taking Vince’s
love muscle deep inside her moist womanhood.  She was moaning wantonly
like a banshee in heat.  Vince, who was bound both hand and foot to the
bed, was an unresisting prisoner of her desires.

As she continued ridding him, I drifted further and further into the
realm of unconsciousness and my erotic dream.

Then, as if by magic, I was teleported onto the bed underneath her.
When I gazed up at her, Gloria looked me straight in the eyes as if
nothing had happened and proceeded feverishly riding my erect member.
‘My God’, I thought to myself, ‘this stranger is fucking me!’ and rather
than succumb to my desires I tried to throw her off me.  But I could
not, my wrist were tied to the headboard.

Confused, in my mind, part of me wanted to resist and part of me didn’t.

Half halfheartedly, I attempted to roll over, hoping to tumble her off
the bed but soon discovered I could not.  My ankles were, as I said,
were likewise bound to the foot-board.

It wasn’t so much the desire to escape, as the frustration of my failed
attempt, that caused me to try to buck Gloria off of me again.
Desperately, I pushed my hips as hard I could high into the air.  That
too failed when as soon as I raised my hips, Gloria simply moved her
ankles beneath my legs and locked herself into position atop me.

When I realized that all my efforts to escape did was aid her in fucking
me by driving my rigid member deeper inside her, I stopped moving
completely.

The longer it went on, the more pleasurable it became.  As the pleasure
increased, so too did my confusion.  Was I being assaulted, tormented,
or ravished?

As I was trying to make up my mind, again as if by magic, Gloria
disappeared to be replaced by another.  It was Rachael!

When that happened, all doubt disappeared.  I wanted this.  I wanted
her.  Even if Rachael tied me to a bed and mercilessly fucked me like a
mad woman; I wanted her!

This, however, was not to be.  Just when I was about to begin thrusting
myself into her, like an unwelcome interloper, the dark void of
dreamless sleep came to me. 

What I had, at first, thought to be a nightmare had turned into the most
erotic, if not disappointing, dream of my life!

And so I slept.

Sometime later, I was awakened out of a sound sleep when I felt my
wrists being pulled to the bedposts at the head of the bed.  Since I had
been lying on my right side, I was forced to roll over onto my back as
my right arm went towards the headboard.

‘Was this a dream or was it real?’ I asked myself.

Immediately I opened my eyes.  The first thing I saw just before being
pulled completely onto my back was the dim red glow of the digital clock
on the nightstand.  It was 6:30 in the morning and still pitched black
outside.

What light there was in the room came from the LED from the alarm clock
and the now cracked open doorway.  There was a nightlight in the hallway
just outside my room.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” I exclaimed and began thrashing about on the bed only
to find that there was something wrapped around each of my ankles.

Again I asked myself, ‘Is this a dream?’

Then, for a split second, I caught sight of a figure moving in the
darkness towards the foot of the bed.  I felt something tugging at my
ankles, pulling them in the direction of the foot-board and they too
were bound unmovable.  The whole process of tying me up couldn’t have
taken more than five seconds.  What’s more, the speed at which I had
been tied up was fast that all I could do was I lay there in shock.
Once the initial shock wore off, I began spouting obscene threats of
violence at whoever was in the room with me.

When the light came on revealing my attacker, I could not have been more
surprised.  Half thinking it was all a dream, I was actually expecting
to see Lilly Rossi or Gloria Lemons or both standing over me.  The last
person in the world I expected to see was Rachael!

And then something told me that it was all very real!


Chapter Four – Disjunctive Allegations

Have you ever heard the old adage that a picture is worth a thousand
words?  Well, if that’s true, then a demonstration has to be worth a
million. 

Marty had been a little too argumentative the night before and I decided
it would take more than just argument to convince him who was right.  So
I thought to myself, ‘What better way than a live demonstration?’

If he wanted proof, I was going to give it to him.

Once his eyes now adjusted to the light, Marty could see me.  You should
have seen the look on his face.  I don’t know what surprised him more,
the fact that I was standing there, or the way I was dressed.

You see, while he had been sleeping, I had changed into a pair of red
boy-shorts and matching sports bra.  I keep them in my workout bag for
those times when I’m on the road and want to exercise in my hotel room.
I learned the hard way not to wear them in public.

They’re a wee bit risqué for that.  Not that I care, but it’s kind of
difficult to maintain a professional reputation when people you know
professionally make ‘Beaver Run’ jokes after seeing you jogging on the
treadmill at the gym.

Perhaps I better explain.  That particular little ensemble of sportswear
shows every, and I do mean every, curve of my body in almost
pornographic detail.  Unfortunately, they were the only things I had
that were tight fitting enough to allow me to move around without making
a sound.

All of which explains why when Marty saw me dressed that way, he lay
there silently for several seconds with drool practically running out of
his mouth.

He turned red in the face when he realized I could see what he was doing
and tried to cover up by asking, “Rachael, are you out of your ever
loving mind?  How did you get in here?  I had the door locked.”

“I picked it with the filler from a ballpoint pen.”  I answered,
ignoring his question about my mental state.  I wasn’t so sure about
that myself!

Perplexed, he asked, “But how?”

“There’s a safety feature built into the locks installed in most
houses.  It’s a hole about a sixteenth of in inch located on the
doorknob.”

I went to the door.

“See, on this side is the lock,” I opened the door, “On this side is the
hole.  It’s there in case you lock yourself out of an interior room. All
you have to do is stick something rigid in there and push until you hear
a click.”  I demonstrated by pressing the button on the doorknob locking
the door.  Then I shoved the pen filler in the hole on the other side
until I heard a clicking sound.  Immediately the button popped out
indicating that the door was unlocked.  “See?”

Astonished, Marty exclaimed, “Well I’ll be damned!  I never knew that.”

Anticipating what his next question would be. I explained…

“My little brother locked himself in his bedroom when I was babysitting
him once.  I had to call the fire department to get him out.  A fireman
showed me.  So are you convinced yet?”

Either Marty didn’t understand the question of he was playing dumb
because he asked, “Convinced of what?”

“That it is possible for a woman can overpower a man!”  I replied
triumphantly.

As Marty struggled with his bonds, he asked, “Couldn’t you have made
your point some other way?”

“You’re the one who said prove it to you, remember?  And no, I
couldn’t.  Anyway, you still haven’t answered my question.”

Marty said nothing.  Instead, he began struggling with his bonds trying
to free himself.  But I had done a really good job of tying him up.
Amused, I stood there and watched him.  After about half a minute or so,
he appeared to gave up.

“Finished yet?”

Frustrated he said to me, “Alright, you’ve made your point.  It is
possible for a woman to overpower a man.  You can untie me now.

But that still doesn’t prove that Lilly had the knowledge or skills to
do the same thing to Vince.  Does it?  While you’re untying me, you can
tell me where did you learned to tie these damn knots anyway?”

“Don’t go anywhere.” I said, then laughed and headed out the door.

As I left the room, he called to me, “Hey, wait a minute; aren’t you
going to untie me.”

“Not just yet.  I’m not through with my demonstration.”

The sound of the bed shaking half way down the hall told me he was
trying to get loose again.  He stopped long enough to yell to me, “At
least tell me where you are going?”

“Don’t worry; I’ll be back in a minute and answer all your questions!”
I said reassuringly.  The bed began squeaking again telling me he was
trying again to get loose.  “You might not want to struggle against
those ropes too much.  Those are slipknots.  The more you pull on them,
the tighter they become!”

I went to the bedroom, picked up, and emptied my suitcase on the bed.
Then I took the suitcase into the living room and filled it with items I
knew I’d need in order to continued the demonstration.

The spring in my step indicated that I was really was enjoying what I
was doing.

When I reentered the room carrying my suitcase, Marty ceased his
attempts to free himself and said, “What do you have there?”

I didn’t respond but rather sat it down on the bed and opened the
suitcase.

“The list, remember?  And I’ve got a few pieces of evidence.”  I removed
the list of his objections I had made from the suitcase and held it up
for him to see.

He didn’t say anything.

“Let me start from the beginning,” I said and began showing Marty some
of the certificates I’d discovered in the living room, “After you went
to bed, I went over the file again and then watched both videos a few
more times.  Well, just like before, I didn’t find anything useful. 
But then I got tired and decided to take a break.  So I put on a pot of
coffee; and, while I was waiting for the pot to finish, I decided to
look at that shrine to outdoor life they call a living room.

That’s when I figured out who the great outdoors-man in the family
really is.

I’ll bet when you walked in the door and saw all that junk on the walls
you thought the same thing I did and that Vince, being the man, was the
great white hunter.  Am I right?”

He nodded.

“That’s what I thought too.  Well, brace yourself.  We were both
wrong.   Vince isn’t the one who loves the outdoors; Lilly is.  Vince is
just what he looks like, a city boy.”

His jaw dropped open.  One by one, I began showing him the certificates
I’d placed in my suitcase.

“It gets better.  Not only is she an expert fisherman, hunter, marksman
and mountaineer, but she’s also been a scoutmaster for the last twenty
years.  That means that is she skilled enough with knots to be qualified
to teach them.  Ergo, even if she’s not an expert, which the evidence
indicates she is, Lilly most definitely has the skills and experience
needed to tie somebody up quickly.”

After I finished showing them to him, I placed the certificates
carefully back in my suitcase.  Next, I retrieved three books I removed
from the bookshelf in the living room and held them up for him to see.

“Now to answer you second question as to where I learned to tie those
knots holding you.  I found the knots in these books.” I waved them back
and forth dramatically.  “I found the books on the bookshelf in the
living room.”  One was a book entitled ‘Outdoor Survival’; the second
was the ‘The Scoutmaster’s Handbook’, and the last was a book dedicated
entirely to the use of ropes and knots entitled ‘Knots and Ropes and
Their Uses’.  “And in case you’re wondering who they belong to, they’re
Lilly’s.  I know that because her name is stamped in the flyleaf of
every one of them.”

“There are plenty of knots in these books that could have used.  Once I
found one that would do what I needed, it took me less than fifteen
minutes to figure out how to tie it.  I used the shoe laces from my
running shoes for that.  The next thing I had to do was determine
exactly where to place the ropes and how to secure them.  That’s when I
decided to make a late night trip to Wal-mart to buy some rope and a few
other things.  We’ll expense that later.  Anyway, after I got back from
Wal-mart, I used the bed in my room to figure that out exactly where to
tie the ropes.  Since both beds are similar, it only took thirty minutes
more practice for me to feel confident enough to try it out on you.” I
paused, and then said boastfully, “By the way, tying you up was a lot
easier than I expected it would be.”

Marty’s reaction was simply to stare at me in disbelief.

“Need more convincing?”  I asked.

He didn’t answer.

“I take it that is a yes then?”  Again there was no answer.  So, I
looked at the list, then put the books back into my suitcase and began
taking out items and laying them on the bed.

Curiously, Marty asked, “What are you going to do with those?”

He was referring to the two home video cameras I had just placed on the
bed next to him.  I had picked them up also during my late night
shopping spree at Wal-mart.

“You said the camera doesn’t lie.  Maybe it doesn’t; but I can prove
that sometimes it doesn’t tell the whole truth.  Want to find out if I’m
right?”

If he had said no, I would have stopped there.  Since I was having fun,
I was thrilled when he replied, “You’ve got yourself a captive
audience.  Proceed.”

I laughed.

I laid my notepad and pen over on the dresser; and, then I closed my
suitcase and placed it out of sight in the hall.

Returning to the bedroom, I picked up the cameras and checked the
batteries in each to make sure they were fully charged.

Next, I turned the LCD viewfinders on each camera around so that images
being recorded could be seen from the front of the camera.  Then, I made
my best guess as to where Lilly had placed her cameras and put mine in
the same positions on the dresser and television.

I was lucky to find that the store had in stock not a long a video
output cable for the camera I put in the closet.  I connected the
camera’s output to the plasma television.  Then I switched on the
television and selected the input for the camera under the television.

It took a few adjustments but I finally got the field of view of each
camera looking almost exactly the same as they were in Lilly’s videos.
That accomplished, I carefully turned both camera’s viewfinders around
so they were facing the bed.

Meanwhile, Marty, who seemed intrigued by my activity, waited quietly.
I guess he wanted to see what I was going to do next.

As I headed towards my notepad, he broke his silence, “Now what?”

“Now we go down the list.”  I replied.

“You said, ‘I didn’t see anybody holding Vince down.  His hands didn’t
look tied to me’.”

“Let’s see if you’re right.” I said as I approached the head of the bed.

Once there, I reached behind him with my left hand and pulled the pillow
from behind his head.

“It would be easier for both of us if you raised your head.  Vince might
not have been given that choice; or, they could have just pulled him up
by his hair.  How do you want to do this, the easy way or the hard way?”

Deciding to take the easy way, Marty raised his head.  When he did, I
gently placed the pillow under his head and then stepped back so he
could see the camera on the dresser.  He looked at it and then at the
television.

“Do you see any ropes?”  I asked.

Stubbornly, her replied, “No, but that still doesn’t prove anything.
They couldn’t be seen if they weren’t there either.”

“But I’ve made my point.  While the camera might not lie, it also
doesn’t necessarily tell the truth either.  Does it?”

Begrudgingly, he conceded the point and I moved on.

“Now what was it you said next?”  I looked at the notepad again. “Oh
yes, here it is…

‘How, then, do you explain the erection Vince had?’ and I then said,
‘Have you ever heard of messaging the prostate?’  Look over at the
dresser.  I’ll bet I can find something over there that could get a rise
out of you!”  Then to prove my point, I walked over to it and picked up
the biggest vibrator I could find.  It was at least eighteen inches long
and two and a half inches wide.  “Do you feel adventurous enough to find
out?”

Marty tensed up suddenly.  “You wouldn’t dare!”

“No!  I wouldn’t,” I confessed, “and I seriously doubt they did
either.”  I confessed, and then put the oversized phallic back on the
dresser.

“But, no pun intended, that brings to the next item on the list.”

“When I suggested that one of them gave him something you said, ‘I
didn’t see him swallow anything.’”  I reached into my pocket and
produced small plastic bottle half full of red syrupy liquid.

“Do you know what this is?”  I held it up him to see it.

He examined it, laughed and then said mockingly, “Spanish Fly!  You’re
joking; right?  That stuff doesn’t work.”

“One thing I can tell you is that somebody living in this house thinks
that it does.  I found this bottle in the kitchen cabinet.  There were
eight others just like it there.  They were on the same shelf with the
coffee, tea, and soda.  Unless I miss my guess, somebody’s been mixing
it with the soda to hide the taste.”

As I saw the pillow move, indicating to me that Marty was trying his
ropes again; he said to me, “What makes you say that?”

“This particular brand of Spanish Fly just happens to come in three
flavors: cola, cherry and, my personal favorite, strawberry.  Want to
take a guess what flavors of soda were in the cabinet next to it?”

Marty looked up as if in thought, then answered, “They wouldn’t they be
cola, cherry and strawberry by any chance would they?”

“Good answer!”  I said excitedly.

Being argumentative again, Marty insisted, “That still doesn’t prove
anything.  Maybe they just bought it and haven’t had a chance to use it
yet?”

“Nope, somebody’s used it.  Or, do you have a better explanation as to
why this bottle was a quarter empty when I found it?”

 Avoiding my question, Marty said, “Alright, I’ll concede that point.
But let’s assume for a moment that you are right.  If Gloria gave it to
him, how did she do it without the camera seeing?  For that matter, you
also haven’t proved to me that it works.”

“I’m not sure it does.  But, but there is a way we can find out.  You
can try some while I show you how she got him to drink it?”  Of course,
he could always say no!  But something told me Marty wouldn’t.

Looking skeptical, he replied, “Go ahead.  But don’t be surprised when
it doesn’t have any effect on me.”

The instructions were printed in tiny find print on the bottle and it
only took me a second or so to read them.  I unscrewed the cap on the
bottle and then said…

“You sure you want to do this?  I don’t know what this stuff could do to
you!”

Marty grinned and challenged me, “If it were dangerous, it wouldn’t be
on the market.  Besides, my guess is nothing at all.  Just in case
though, promise me you won’t start laughing if it does.”

“I think I can handle it.”

He laughed, “Very funny!”

“Okay, here we go!” I told him and then began lifting the bottle to my
mouth.

Seeing what I was doing, Marty cried out, “Hey, I thought I was supposed
to drink that.  What gives?”

I paused.

“Just watch and learn!”

Then, I poured a quarter of the small bottle’s content into my mouth.  I
hadn’t intended to drink any myself; but, most of it went straight down
my throat.   It was bitter.  Since there was still some left in my
mouth, I bent down over Marty in the same manner that Gloria had over
Vince in the video.  Then, I placed my hands on each side of his face.
Using my thumbs, I gently pressed on his nostrils until he was forced to
open his mouth for air.  When he did, I placed my mouth firmly upon his
and opened my lips.    The remaining liquid in my mouth went straight
into his.  I released my thumbs and instinctively, Marty swallowed and
then took in several deep breaths through his nostrils.

When our mouths parted, there were a few drops running from the right
side of Marty’s mouth.  He must have felt them because he said to me,
“Better not leave any on my lips; it’ll show up on camera.”

There was a sly grin on his face.

“You’re right.  I hadn’t thought about that.”

I was about to reach up and wipe them off when he added, “I didn’t see
her do that in the video.”

 “Then how did she…” I started to say but the answer came to be before I
finished. Meanwhile, I thought to myself, ‘Oh, so you want to play.  Is
that it Marty?  Okay, I’ll play with you!’

“I’ll bet this is what she did.” I said and began using my tongue to
lick the liquid from his lips.

Yummy!

Needless to say, it was definitely a turn on.  I was about to stop, when
out of nowhere, a wave of what I can only describe as burning desire
swept over me.  In less than two seconds I went from Luke warm to
burning hot.  My head was spinning; and, to top it off, I had suddenly
developed an itch between my legs that was demanded to be scratched.

The first thing that I thought was, ‘Wow!  Is it hot in here or is it
me?’ because it seemed to be getting very hot in the room.

The second thing was, ‘Where did that itching come from?’

Yes, I knew where it was.  But didn’t know at the time what had started it.

I was so surprised that I stopped immediately and to regain my composure
so I could get back to my demonstration.  I might have been successful
had Marty not said as soon as I broke contact, “Sure you got it all?
You wouldn’t want to leave any behind for the camera.”

‘Like that, did you?’  I asked mentally.

“Maybe I better try again?” I said and then kissed him squarely on the
mouth.

‘I know what you’re doing Marty!’ I thought to myself as we kissed.
‘But do you know what a can of worms you are opening up by doing it?’

Yes, I knew what he was doing.  Of that you can be sure.  The big
question is did I know what I was doing?  The answer is yes.  I did.  I
had some self-control left; though not much.  I could have stopped.  I
didn’t want to.  But I could have and almost did.  Although for the life
of me, I don’t know why.

But when his lips parted and our tongues began to intertwine as we
kissed passionately, the thought fled from me and I became even more
aroused.  And, as my arousal increased, so did the itching between my
legs.

My heart, which had been racing wildly, slowed a bit as I broke the
kiss.  When it did, again reality crept its ugly head back in.  I took a
few deep breaths and instantly, my head started to clear long enough for
me to hear Marty’s voice saying, “Like I said, what are you going to do
if the stuff doesn’t work?”

Desperately I tried to concentrate. ‘Think damn it!  What were you going
to do next?  Oh yes, the list!  Go down the list!’

And then an argument broke out in my head between what I can best
describe as ‘Horny Me’ and ‘Professional Me’.

‘Fuck the list!  I want to fuck Marty!’  Horny Me said.

Then Professional Me said, ‘You’re not supposed to be fucking Marty,
dumb-ass.  You’re supposed to going down the list!’

‘Hey, maybe we can do both?’ Horny Me suggested.

But then Professional Me took charge and ordered, ‘Stop acting like a
cougar.  You know you can’t do both! Show a little self-control and just
go down the damn list like you’re supposed to!’

‘But I don’t want to!  Aren’t you even tempted just a little?’  Horny Me
said defiantly.

Finally, Professional Me ended the argument when she said, ‘Of course I
am.  But I know how to control myself.  Now stop arguing with me and do
as you’re told!’

And so, for the time being, it looked as if Professional Me had won.

“Before I answer that, I have a few questions for you.  Tell me, do you
still think that having a desirable naked female rubbing on your pelvis
wouldn’t arouse you?”

And somewhere in my brain I heard the words, ‘Say yes.  Marty, say
yes!’  It was Horny Me talking.

Marty grinned, “Never happen!”

‘That’s the same thing!  Isn’t it?’  Horny Me asked to which
Professional Me replied, ‘Yes!  Now shut up I’m trying to think!’

“And do you still contend that the only way a man will get aroused is if
he wants a woman?” I asked.

He smiled and said, “That’s right!”

Without saying a word, I peeled off my sports bar and stood there nude
from the waist up.  As I did, thought to myself, “Tell me Marty, do you
think I’m desirable?” I baited him.

After which Professional Me demanded, ‘Hey, what are you doing?’

‘Just trying to find out how much; that’s all.’ said Horny Me slyly.

Marty stared in disbelief and Professional Me said to Horny Me, ‘You
shouldn’t have done that.  Look at him.  What are you going to do if he
doesn’t like what he sees?’

‘There’s only one way to find out.’ Horny Me informed.

Confused, Professional Me asked, ‘How’s that?’

‘We’ll just have to show him the whole package.’  Answered Horny Me.

And then, before Profession Me could protest, I took off my boy-shorts
and I stood there now totally naked before him revealing that I had
nothing on under them.

Indignantly, Professional Me chastised, ‘Now you’ve done it!  Look at
him!  He thinks we’re so ugly that he’s gone speechless!’

‘Bet you’re wrong!’ insisted Horny Me.

To which Professional Me retorted, ‘Bet I’m right!’

‘All right, let’s ask him.’  They said together

“Well, tell me Marty, do you think I’m desirable?”

Finding his voice, he replied, “Yes.  Very desirable.”

Professional Me said doubtingly, ‘Maybe he’s just saying that because he
doesn’t want to hurt our feelings?’

“How do I know you’re not just flattering me?”  I asked.

Nervously, he replied, “Trust me, you are.”

Professional Me wasn’t satisfied.

 “I don’t believe you.  What proof do you have?” I said teasingly.

Embarrassed, he answered, “You know I can’t prove that!”

‘But I can.  All I have to do is pull the sheet off of him so we can
both see.’  Suggested Horny Me.  But Professional Me was frightened,
‘Wait!  Don’t do that!  I don’t want to know.’

‘Trust me.  I know what I’m doing.’  Horny Me responded.

“I don’t believe you.  Maybe I better see for myself?” And then, before
he could say anything, in one motion I pulled the sheet off him exposing
his now semi-rigid member.

‘Do you believe me now?  I told you he likes us!’ Asked Horny Me.

Unconvinced, Professional Me said, ‘That doesn’t prove anything.  He’s
not even completely hard.’  Even so, she couldn’t take her eyes off the
thing.

If that wasn’t bad enough, to make matters worse, the itching between my
legs had become so powerful that I really had to fight to take my eyes
off of his penis.

Grinning, Marty demanded, “Satisfied?”

“Not even!” I blurted out without thinking and then tried to cover-up my
blunder by looking back at the list.  Then added, “But, for the sake of
argument, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

In the mean time, the voices in my head were still talking.

‘Stop drooling!  You act as if you never seen one before.’  It was Horny
Me.

Like a kid with her hands in the cookie jar, Professional Me replied,
‘I’m not drooling!  Am I?’

‘No but you might as well be.  Now stop distracting me.  I’m trying to
think here.’  Horny Me insisted.

“Where was I?  Oh yes!  I remember now.  I’ll ask you again…”  I said as
I threw the clipboard onto the floor and climbed onto the bed next to
him.  But, I didn’t stop there; instead, I continued climbing until I
was on top of him and my hips were straddling his.  Then, I lowered my
weight slowly downward until our sexes meet each other.

The contact was electric.

“Do you really think that having a naked woman rubbing herself on you
isn’t enough to get you aroused?” I asked.

Stubbornly, he replied, “That’s right.”

‘Does he really think we’re that stupid?’ The two voices chorused.

 “Really?  Then I guess you won’t mind proving it to me.  Would you?”  I
didn’t give him a chance to answer.  Instead, I began moving my hips to
and fro.  And each time my sex rubbed the full length of his hardening
penis my clit tingled.

Within seconds, as if coming to life, his manhood began growing harder
beneath me.

‘Now are you convinced that he likes us?  Do you still want to go down
the list?’ demanded Horny Me.

‘What list?  Who cares about the list?  I want to play a little.’

I pushed myself up into a kneeling position and the itching became stronger.

“So, this isn’t doing anything for you huh?”  I said as I continued
massaging his manhood with my sex.  And thought to myself, ‘Then why are
you resisting so much?’

There was a look of utter disbelief on his face.

When he didn’t respond, I quickened the pace of my movements.  I’m sure
he didn’t know it at the time, but I probably would have no matter how
he had responded.

My conscious mind I knew I was enjoying the friction his cock was
creating way too much; but, my loins were on fire and I couldn’t seem to
stop myself.  With each movement I made, his love muscle became harder
and harder.  It wasn’t long before it was fully erect.

Confused, Professional me said, ‘I don’t know what to do now.  I really
didn’t think it would get this far.  Do you have any ideas?’

‘Why don’t you just keep going down the list and see what happens?’
Horny Me suggested.

So that’s what I did.

“You said, ‘how do you explain the fact that he didn’t just buck her off
of him as soon as she climbed on top of him?”  I asked through
quickening breaths. “We’ll I’m on top of you; go ahead, get me off!”

I looked down at him for his reaction.  He just stared back up at me.

All the while I was rubbing myself against him I was getting closer and
closer to orgasm.

‘You know we’re getting close to the point of no return, don’t you?’
Horny Me asked.

But Professional Me was silent.  She was having too much fun.

“Well, what are you waiting for?  What’s stopping you?  Try to get me
off!”  I insisted and then added tauntingly, “Or can’t you do it?”

Grinning, Marty said proudly, “Oh, I can get you off alright!  But be
careful what you ask for; you might just get it!”

 “Then do it!  Get me off!”

Without saying another word, he started bucking his hips up and down
forcefully.  He had a lot of strength in his legs and several times I
was thrown upwards so hard that I almost did get tossed off of both him
and the bed.  Several times during his attempts, I actually felt the
head of his cock go past my inner labia and almost into the opening of
my vagina.

‘Hey, that was close.  If you want to stop, you better do it now while
you can.’  Horny Me cautioned.

Marty paused giving me time to think as he asked, “Rachael, how much of
that stuff did you drink.  I’ve never seen you this way.  Are you sure
you know what you’re doing?”

 ‘We do; don’t we?  Damn that stuff we swallowed is good!  Just that
little bit of rubbing on him has got us so worked up if the wind blew
we’d have an orgasm.  Yeah, that was really close too.  He almost ended
up inside of us.  I wonder if he’s trying to tell us he wants to stop
now?  What if we end up doing something we both regret later?  Still, we
can’t take much more of this.  Maybe we better slow down and think this
over.  Sure, we’ll play it safe.’ The voices in my head were now
speaking as one.

So, in my sex drunk mind, I decided to lock my ankles under his legs for
leverage before I totally lost control of the situation.  The idea was
to trap Marty’s manhood safely between us and ‘out of harm’s way.

He was still waiting for my answer.

“What?” I exclaimed.  “Of course I know what I’m doing!”

I didn’t plan on what happened next!

At the very moment that I slid my ankles under his knees, Marty must
have used all his strength to try and shove me off of him.  The force of
his action sent me quickly up and forward in the direction of the
headboard.  In desperation, I tighten my leg muscles as hard I could so
I wouldn’t be thrown off of him.  When I felt Marty’s pelvis retreat to
the bed, pushing hard against the headboard with my arms, I threw my
weight back onto him.

“Ahhh!” I screamed out when, in one swift motion, I impaled myself onto
the fullness of his manhood.  Well, I think I screamed.  Maybe I just
roared!  I can’t remember.  But that’s probably because as soon as my
kitty sat on his snake, I was sent right into the clutches of a powerful
orgasm.

It was so strong that all I could do was sit there, gasp and writhe
euphorically for several seconds while my vaginal walls contracted
uncontrollably around his hard, hot, pulsating, pleasure pole.

‘You did that on purpose!” The voices inside my head said to each other
accusingly.

Marty laughed, and then said, “Still want me to get you off?”

Wait a minute, that wasn’t the voices inside my head!  I said that out loud!

I was still cumming.

 Meanwhile, I was thinking, ‘My God, is his cock actually twitching
inside of me?  It is!  And, it’s hitting my g-spot!  How the hell is he
doing that?  Fuck that feels so good!  As long as he keeps that up, my
orgasm will never end.’  When it didn’t stop, I realized that it really
was.  Marty was making his cock twitch inside of me!

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably more like thirty
seconds, of his cock bobbing inside me I thought I was going to pass out.

Finally, when my body couldn’t take any more of it, I fell forward on
top of him causing half of his man-meat to slip out of me.  Luckily for
me I caught myself with my arms.

The twitching stopped.

 It was just the break I needed.  My head cleared a little and I
remembered then that he’d said something to me.

“What did you say?”  I asked sheepishly.

Still grinning, he replied, “I said,” Marty began speaking and started
twitching his cock again.  “Do you still want me to get you off?”

Only this time, because of my new position, every time the head of his
cock moved gravity caused it to land directly on my g-spot.  I still
couldn’t think straight.

What thoughts I did have went like this… ‘I can’t move!  I’m stuck again
and I can’t move.  Wait, yes I can.  I don’t want to, but I can!  Did he
just ask me a question?’

I didn’t know what to say or, for that matter, to do.  One thing I did
know, time was against me.  The longer I allowed his manhood to throb
inside me, the less likely I was to let it go.  It felt so good when the
head of his manhood had driven past my inner labia, entered my well
lubricated womanhood and sent me instantly into an orgasm.  And, I did
want so badly to be fucked.  But, I just didn’t know if the Spanish-fly
was making me feel that way or whether it was what I really wanted.  Was
my body in control or my mind?  No matter what it was that was driving
me, it was finally time for me to make a decision.

As before, he was looking up at me expectantly and I knew that I had to
say something.

When after a few moments I didn’t saying anything, his cock stopped
pulsing.  That’s when I decided.


Chapter Five – Interrogatories

Didn’t I tell you that Rachael is smarter than I am?  She set up that
ambush and executed it with military precision.  And the way she
mastered those knots in such a short time is nothing but genius.

Let me tell you, when the lights came on and I saw it was Rachael, I was
impressed.

Okay, call me stupid; but, when she brought in the cameras I had no idea
what she was doing.  In my own defense, after the ease at which she’d
managed to tie me to the bed I was still in shock.

After Rachael told me what she was up to, I began to wonder just how far
she was willing to go.  However, when she broke out the clipboard and
started going through the checklist, I decided she was going to stop
before things got intimate.

Since I was tied to the bed unable to go anywhere, there wasn’t much
else I could do but play along with her.  But I would have any way.  And
yes, I was pretending to be stubborn.  Rachael had me convinced she was
right about what happened to Vince from the moment I woke up tied to the
bed.  I just didn’t tell her that.

That Spanish-fly trick was a good one.  However, Rachael was wrong about
it.  The stuff doesn’t really do much to a man… or at least to me.  In
fact, all it did was to make my heart race a little.  On the other hand,
from what I saw, it definitely did affect her.  I’ve never seen a woman
go from cold to burning hot so fast in my life!

She told me later that once the stuff kicked in, she just about couldn’t
stop herself.

When Rachael went for my “better not leave any on my lips; it’ll show up
on camera” line and ended up kissing me, I knew she was having as good a
time as I was.  So, while she played her little game, I played mine.

And another thing, it took every ounce of willpower I had to keep from
getting a raging hard-on when I saw how she was dressed.

Boy shorts and a sports bra?  Can you get any sexier?  Hell, I could see
everything delicious on her from camel toe to pert, pointy, nipples.

I thought of everything from names in the phone book, to, holidays on
the calendar, trying to keep from growing wood.  I might even have been
successful had she not stripped naked and climbed on top of me.  But it
was over the second she started sliding the wet entrance of her pleasure
portal along the length of my awakening shaft.

Score: Me Zero, Cock One and Rachael One.  Game over!  Rachael wins by a
boner!

You know, when Rachael told me to ‘get her off’, as she so appropriately
put it, and I almost succeeded throwing her off me.   I began to think
that she might have been wrong about Vince’s ability to keep Gloria from
fucking him.

I changed my mind when Rachael locked her ankles under me and it
resulted in her impaling herself on my dick.

I wish you could have seen the expression on her face when she started
cumming.  It was a mixture of both astonishment and ecstasy at the same
time and one I will never forget.

When I saw her like that, any thoughts I had about what we were doing
being case related completely disappeared.

So, there we were.  One minute Rachael was sitting on top of me with my
manhood completely inside her; and, the next she was leaning forward
writhing as my cock did the ‘love thump’ on her g-spot.

Up until that moment, it could all have been written off as a very
unconventional demonstration.  At best what we were doing was
questionably professional, at worst pornographic!

But, she’d made her point.  Now what was she going to do?

So I asked her, for the second time, “Do you still want me to get you off?”

I wanted to make sure that this time there would be no doubt about what
I meant.

As I looked up at her expectantly, I still wasn’t absolutely sure what
her answer would be.  It could have been an accident her impaling
herself on me.  Like I believed that!

But, when she pushed herself backwards and sat up taking me all the way
inside her again, I had my answer.

Now before I tell you what happened next, I want to make a few things clear.

Most people would think that once a person has been tied to a bed (or
anything else for that matter) and their partner is on top of them.  The
person on the bottom is pretty much just a prop and all they can do is
lie there and get fucked.  Nothing, however, is further from the truth.
In fact, if the person on the bottom knows what they are doing, they can
pretty much control the whole situation, sexually that is.  And yes, I
know that logic dictates that they just can’t get up and walk away.
But, before you make up your mind that what I am saying is outrageous,
consider this… it’s all about using what you have to push the right
physical and psychological buttons.

The reason I’m telling you this is so you will understand me when I say
that, bound though I was, I was the one controlling what happened.  And
here is how I did it…

Every time Rachael started to lower her hips, the moment she was half
way down my shaft, I raised my hips and pushed myself back up inside
her.  When I did, I made sure that the top of my joystick rubbed her
g-spot.  Every time I did that, it made her jerk erotically and gasp for
air. 

This went on for several minutes.  All the while, I kept constantly
massaging her g-spot with the head of my cock.  At the same time, I
never allowed more than half of me to leave her.

Don’t think it wasn’t having any effect on me.  The friction her velvety
insides were generating around my cock had it tingling from base to tip.

But the effect on her was much stronger and it wasn’t long before she
was begging me to stop moving my hips.  She said, “Please!  It’s too
intense, I need a break!”

So I pulled out all the way and drove the head of my cock right onto her
clit.

Rachael jumped suddenly, leaning backwards as she did.

It wasn’t much of a break because, before she had a chance to recover, I
plunged myself hilt deep inside her.

The difference was that this time when I entered her, the entire length
of my manhood rode her g-spot like a rocket on a sled.

“OH FUCKKK!” Rachael cried out and closed her eyes in ecstasy.

Seeing her reaction turned me on even more; and, I quickened my pace of
our love making even more.

A few stokes later her breathing became very rapid and I could tell
Rachael was on the verge of orgasm.  I started fucking her as fast as I
could.  Seconds later, she held her breath and froze completely.  In
response, I went even faster.

“EEEIAHHH!”  Rachael screamed suddenly and started gyrating
uncontrollably around my cock in another orgasm.

Wanting it to last as long as possible for her, I continued the pace of
my fucking until she collapsed on top of me again.  She was still
quivering so I started giving her the ‘love thump’ again in hopes of
prolonging her ecstasy.

“Stop jerking your cock like that for a second.  I need to catch my
breath.”  She begged.

So I did as she’d asked and I stopped ‘thumping’ her g-spot.

She smiled when I did.  But then I started moving inside her with slow,
short and deliberate strokes and the smile was replaced with surprised.

“Want me to stop?” I said.

Rachael’s response was to begin rocking herself onto me.

I took it as a no.

When she tried to lift herself back up into a sitting position, I pulled
out all the way and ‘tapped’ her clit again.  It caught her by surprise;
and, she jerked upwards and fell forward again.

I was back inside her and fucking before Rachael knew what had happened.

“Please.”  She begged weakly.

Toying with her, I said, “Please what?  Don’t do this?”

And then I pulled out just long enough to ‘tap’ her clit again.  “Or this?”

I pushed my head towards her right breast and took her nipple into my
mouth. When I did, her knees gave sending her hips went backward as they
did.  My cock was waiting there for her and I drove it back inside her
before she could move.

“AHHH!  It was like music to my ears.

I wanted to hear it again so I continued sucking and fucking her like
that for several minutes more until I decided that her left nipple
looked as delectable as the right one.

I moved my mouth to her left breast and took it into my mouth.  Only
this time, as I sucked her breast, I doubled the speed of my cock.

And with every stroke I made into her, got closer and closer to my own
orgasm.

“FUCKKK!”  Rachael said erotically when I withdrew again and drove every
inch of my cock over her clit and then reentered her.

With a wanton look in her eyes, Rachael pulled her breast from me and
kissed me passionately on the mouth.  Her tongue danced with mine as our
sexes devoured each other.  It was getting closer now, my orgasm, for
each new touch of our bodies became more sensual than the last.

I looked at her and could tell that, Rachael was as close to nirvana as
I was.  Hoping to feast my eyes on her rapture before I came, I fucked
her wildly.

“UMMPH!”  We screamed erotically into each other mouths as the first
thunderous wave of mutual orgasmic bliss struck us.  Rachael began
thrusting herself onto me savagely as the volcano inside me erupted
sending my seed inside her.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the tide receded from us leaving us to lie there
in naked, fulfilled union together.  And, as all good things must, so
too did our love making come to an end.

But what a glorious ending it was, for when the climax was upon us, our
bodies move in unison as we savored each fleeting but beautiful moment
of our lovemaking.

When the last of it was gone, exhausted, Rachael collapsed on top of me
and fell instantly asleep.

She still had my sex inside of her.

I had worn her out; but then, she had done as much for because I
followed her into the peaceful land of Nod not long afterwards.

 
Chapter Six – Oral Arguments

About two hours later, I wakened when I felt something cool and wet
rubbing around my manhood.  It was Rachael.  She was sitting on the edge
of the bed next to my chest.  In her left hand Rachael held a
washcloth.  She was using it to clean my manhood.  Her other hand she
was running gently through the hairs on my chest.

She hadn’t untied me yet and I wondered why.

“Good morning.”  Rachael said seductively.

I responded, “Good morning to you.  So what’s next?”

“More case work.”  Replied Rachael as she threw the washcloth in her
hand on top of a laundry hamper in the corner of the room.

Confused, I asked, “You’ve already convinced me, what’s left?”

She reached behind her and produced a large squeeze tube of some green
looking jelly like substance.  I looked at it.  The label read: ‘Green
Apple Lover’s Jelly.’  She opened the bottle and squeezed a generous
portion all over my manhood as she said to me…

I asked her, “Where did you get that?”

“It was in bath room there.”  She said pointing to the adjoining master
bath.  Then she added, “Now that we finished ‘Interrogatories’, it’s
time we move onto ‘Oral Arguments’.”

Confused, I said, “Huh?”

“You’ll see!”  Rachael replied as she rolled over on top of me.  She
ended up lying on her stomach facing away from me.  Carefully, she moved
backwards until she felt her pussy touch my chin.  Then she said to me…

“Let’s see who the better orator is.”

We were in the classic sixty-nine position.

The only reason she won that one was because my hand were tied at the
time.  If they hadn’t been, she’d never have been able to pull herself
from me every time I had her close to orgasm.

When she untied me, I made up for it by tying her ankles to the
headboard and her wrists to the bed rails.  Oh, Rachael was still on top
of me just like she had been the first time.  The difference was that
bound as she was and with my hands around her waist, she wasn’t getting
away from me.

I kept her screaming in orgasms for almost an hour before I let her go.
Payback can be so much fun!

That afternoon, fucked out and me with a new perspective on the case, we
went back to work.


Chapter Seven - Discovery

“There it is!  See it?”  I said to Marty as I pointed at the bottle on
the nightstand in the video.

We’d already put the camera’s back in their boxes and cleaned up the
bedroom. Then, while the sheets were in the wash, I’d burned the video
we made onto a DVD so we could use it for comparison.  When the DVD was
finished, Marty and I returned to the living room so we could watch the
two videos side-by-side on the wide screen television.  Only this time,
one of the videos we watched was Lilly’s, the other was the one Marty
and I had made.

He got up from his position on the couch and walked over to the screen
so he could get a better look.  “I think so.  Can you zoom in on it?”

I did.

Astonished, Marty exclaimed, “Damn!  You’re right; it is a bottle of
Spanish-fly.  And, it’s in the exact same place on the nightstand that
you set the one you used!  How the hell did we miss it?”

“Because neither of us was looking for it then; we were both too busy
watching Vince and Gloria doing the nasty.”  I told him.

He sat back down and said thoughtfully, “I wonder what else we missed?”

“Let’s watch it again and find out.”

Inspiration must have struck him because he said, “Hey, can you slow it
down any more?”

“Sure, I could… if we hooked up the laptop to the television.  But I
can’t do that.” I told him.

Marty responded, “Why’s that?”

“I don’t have the cable for it.”  Then it occurred to me that we’d
worked through lunch and I was hungry.  If I was hungry, then I was sure
that Marty was too. What better excuse could I find to get out of the
house?  “Let’s go get something to eat.  While we’re at it, we might as
well go shopping for the cable I need.”

So we did.

Two hours later, our stomachs were filled and the cable in place, we
started watching video at one thirty-second speed.

That’s we found the first editing error in the video.

Marty saw it first.  “Did you see that?”

“No.  I didn’t.”

Excitedly, he said, “Run it back a few frames and play it again.  This
time, watch the digital clock on the other nightstand.”

I did, restarted the video and then saw it.

The time on the clock jumped suddenly from 5:33 to 5:35.

“I see it!”

So we ran the video back until the clock on the nightstand said 5:32 and
began watching it frame by frame.  We were looking for any anomalies we
could find.

Six frames into to it, we found the first one.  There were three frames
of video in which the pillow behind Vince’s head had somehow moved to
the right just enough to reveal his left wrist to the camera.

“There it is!” I pointed out.  The ‘it’ was referring to was the rope
tied around Vince’s wrists.

Marty conceded, “I’ll be damned!  You were right.”

“Do you think it’s enough?”

He turned to me and said, “Probably.  Our burden of proof is ‘by a
preponderance of the evidence’ not ‘reasonable doubt’.  Still, I think
we should see just how many of these little editing errors Lilly left
behind.”

“Hey, let’s put the other video back in and play them side by side again.”

Perplexed, Marty asked, “Why?  We already did that once.”

“Because I’m willing to bet that we’re going to find, because of the
editing done, the two videos will become out of sync every where they
were edited.”

And that’s exactly what we did.

It didn’t take long after that to find the rest of the anomalies.

After the first one, I started keeping a log of them.  In it, I recorded
the video name, frame number it started, and time stamp as it appeared
on the video.

There were at least thirty-seven of them.  In total, they represented a
time gap of eighteen minutes and twenty seconds.  Funny, that’s the same
amount of time missing from the Nixon White House tapes!

Anyway, the longest single deletion was five minutes and two seconds in
length.  It was also at the end.  That’s odd isn’t it?  The action was
already over.  Why did they delete something from the end of a video?
Odder still was the fact that they left one frame left behind as
evidence. Marty and I studied that frame for two hours trying to figure
out what was missing.  But we couldn’t see anything.  In fact, the only
thing we did see was a cell-phone on the nightstand that wasn’t in the
rest of the video.

But, since we had more than enough evidence to prove our case, we gave
up and decided it would remain one of those mysteries we’d never know
the answer to.

When our work was done, I called Samantha and told her what we had found.

She told me that we’d done a good job and for us to take the rest of the
weekend off.

We were to meet her at the courthouse an hour before court Monday morning.

When I hung up the phone, Marty told me he’d put the sheets in the dryer
and asked me what Samantha had said.

I told him.

He looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, “Why don’t we run
through the video a few more times and see if we find anything else?”

“Why?  We’ve got more than enough evidence as it is.  Besides, she told
us we could take the weekend off?”  I asked.

Casually, he replied, “Oh, no particular reason.  I just thought, after
the sheets were dried, that we could put it on in the bedroom and see
what else we missed.”

“And what do you suggest we do in the meantime?”

Slyly, Marty grinned, “Oh, I don’t know.  Hey, why don’t you teach me
that little rope trick you used on me this morning?”

“And why do you want to know that?” As if I didn’t already know the answer!

With a straight face, he replied, “Well, I used granny knots to tie you
up earlier.  Besides, I can try real knots during cross examination later!”

An hour later, the sheets were dried.  Marty had me tied to the bed and
he started ‘cross examining’ me.  He had me cinched up so well I could
hardly move.  Each of my wrists was bound to a post on the headboard;
and, after he had me bend my knees, he tied each ankle to the center of
the bed-rail closest to it.

When he was done, he had unrestricted access to whatever part of me he
wanted.  Then, after teasing me for several minutes by sucking and
licking my nipples, Marty climbed between my legs.  Once there, he
rubbed his manhood against my sex while his tongue teased my nipples
some more.

Every so often, just to taunt me, he’d let his cock prod at the entrance
of my womanhood.

“THAT’S EVIL!”  I said in frustration.

He laughed and said, “That’s not evil.  This is evil!”

And then he slid the head of his love muscle an inch inside.

Of course, I struggled to get more of it in me; but, every time I did,
he’d simply pull away so it wouldn’t go deeper.

After doing that a few times, he said to me, “If you think that was
evil.  Wait until you see what I do next!”

Then he thrust half way in me and before I could respond, pulled himself
completely out of me.

“FUCK!” I cried out in frustration.  Two seconds later his head was
between my legs.

Expertly, Marty licked my clit as he used the index finger of his right
hand to massage my g-spot.  He was so good at it that he soon had my
toes curling.  He continued his oral attentions and a few minutes later
my whole body began to quiver as I felt my first orgasm starting.

Just when I was about to cum he stopped abruptly.

“SHIT!”  I yelled and then begged, “DON’T STOP!”

Instead, Marty ignored my pleas and waited for my body to stop quivering.

When it did, he began rolling his tongue over my clit in a one second
rhythm.  Every time it touched my love button a tiny jolt of electricity
ran through my entire body.

Slowly he began increasing the speed of his tongue until once again I
felt the quivering of an impending orgasm upon me.

“PLEASE!” I begged.  Taking pity on me, Marty slithered his finger
inside me and began stroking my g-spot while, at the same time, sucking
on my clit.

I screamed!  My body tensed up suddenly; and then, I began writhing out
of control as wave after orgasmic wave ran through me like lightening in
a thunderstorm.

Endlessly his mouth pleasured my hypersensitive clit as he massaged my
g-spot.

Finally, when Marty didn’t think I could take any more, beginning with
my thighs, he began kissing my lower body.

I was still shuttering a little when he raised his head and crawled back
up onto me.  And, without saying a word, he rammed the head of his
manhood directly onto my sensitive clit.  I involuntarily arched my
pelvis upwards in response.  Then, like a thief, he snuck his entire rod
inside of me and immediately began thrusting as fast as he could.  Every
thrust of his manhood into me ground against my g-spot causing me to
wail like a banshee.  And then he slowed down and he reached over in the
direction of the nightstand with his left hand.

He picked up the bottle of Spanish-fly; and, with one hand, he unscrewed
the top.  After letting it fall to the floor, Marty took a generous
portion of the red liquid into his mouth and then proceeded to kiss me
passionately.

Our tongues mingled as the sour liquid began running down my throat. The
whole time this was going on, he was moving slowly inside me.

We continued kissing passionately and a minute later, I felt the
aphrodisiac beginning to take effect on me.  When it did, I moaned and
kissed him harder.  In response, Marty began quickening his pace; and,
the more he fucked me, the faster he went.

“EEEIAHHH!”  I screamed when Marty and I both exploded in synchronous
orgasms.  But no sound ever came out for we were both cumming so hard,
so completely enraptured and consumed in the moment that neither of us
could make a sound.

When it was over, he rolled over and untied me.

He didn’t get much rest though.  It was my turn; and, with the
Spanish-fly was still working its magic on me, I wanted to play.

We fucked like rabbits until one of us said they couldn’t take it
anymore.  Then we fucked them again just to prove they were wrong.  And
that, friends, is pretty much how the rest of our weekend went. 

Monday morning, we meet Samantha in a conference room at the courthouse
and the case would come to an end.


Chapter Eight – Abet

“Would you like to tell us what really happened now Lilly?”

All parties concerned were present.  There was Samantha, Vince, Lilly,
Sanders, Marty and myself.  Samantha had requested a settlement meeting
to get everyone together.

We had just shown Lilly and her attorney the video evidence and given
them a list of the anomalies.

Sanders said quickly, “Lilly, don’t answer that!”

“Damn it Sanders!  You told me it was airtight!”  Lilly said disgustedly.

Sternly, he ordered, “Shut up Lilly and let me do the talking!”

“But he’s getting away with it!”  Lilly insisted.

Sanders ignored his client, turned to Samantha and said, “What are your
terms?”

“TERMS?” Lilly yelled.

More loudly this time Sanders ordered, “Either shut up Lilly or find
yourself a new attorney!”

“Needless to say, the prenuptial is out.”  Samantha replied, ignoring
the intrusion.

Sanders nodded and said, “What else?”

“Vince is willing to let her have half of the marital estate.  Although,
after this little stunt, why is beyond me.”  She replied.

Without hesitation, in a formal voice, Sanders said to Lilly, “Mrs.
Rossi, as your attorney, I’m advising you to accept their offer and
settle this case now!”

“WHAT? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?”  She yelled at the top of her
lungs.

A bailiff opened the door and asked, “Is everything alright in here?”

“Sorry, we’ll try to keep it down.”  Sanders replied.

When the door was closed, he continued, “The only thing you had to prove
your allegation of adultery was the video evidence.  It’s tainted now;
without it you have nothing.  We both know it contradicts Gloria’s
testimony.”

“BUT…”  Lilly began.

Sanders cut her off, “No buts.  If you don’t settle now and we go back
into court, you’re looking at both perjury and evidence tampering
charges.  Before you try to argue with me, think about this:  the judge,
whom you’ve seemed to have pissed off somehow, will probably go out of
her way to give you as little as possible.  Hell, you make more money
than Vince does, she might even award him alimony.  How would you like
to end up having to pay him for the rest of his life?”

I couldn’t help but smile.  That was Lilly, making friends everywhere!
It seems she’d even managed to turn her own attorney against her.

“I’ll rot in jail first!”  Lilly said defiantly.

Fighting back a smile, Sanders replied, “That’s your choice.  But you
and I both know it won’t come to that, don’t we?  So, like I said, stop
dragging this out and take the deal!”

Lilly squirmed like a woman on a hot seat and then said meekly…

“Alright damn it!  Make it happen.”

Well, Samantha produced the papers, having prepared them ahead of time.
They were signed, notarized and just like that it was all over.   Except
for the part where Lilly called Vince a ‘lying cheating bastard’ and
stomped out of the room, everything went smoothly and we all went home.

But one thing nagged at me.  What happened in those last few missing
minutes and why did someone go out of the way to try and delete the
cell-phone from the nightstand?

We’d have to wait a little over a month for everything to be made clear
to us.  It was the day Vince came by the office to pick up his copy of
the finalized divorce decree.

Marty and I happened to be in the lobby saying goodbye to a client when
Vince arrived.  It was the end of the day.  The receptionist had already
gone home and other than Samantha, we were the only once in the building.

“Hey buddy, can I ask you something?”  Vince said to Marty.

Marty replied, “Sure Vince, what do can I do for you?”

When Vince looked over at me nervously, Marty said reassuringly, “Don’t
worry about Rachael, I trust her with my life.”

“Alright then, I was just wondering if I can get a copy of those videos
Lilly made of Gloria and I together?”

It was so quiet you would have sworn somebody farted.

I think Marty and I were both in shock.  After a second he asked, “What
the devil do you want them for Vince?  I thought that night was too
traumatic for you to relive?”

“Traumatic?  Are you kidding me?  You didn’t really fall for all that
stuff did you?”  Vince paused, waiting for an answer.  I guess the
expression on our faces said it all.  He went on.  “Come on buddy,
you’ve seen them.  Admit it; they’re the hottest things you’ve ever
seen.  Gloria and I want to add them to our collection!”

Marty and I both yelled it at the same time, “YOUR WHAT?”

Then Marty asked, “Are you telling us you and Gloria were actually
having an affair?”

“Of course we were, Samantha knew all about it.  Didn’t she tell you?”

We both stood there jaws open.

“Oh, I though you knew.  Then I guess she didn’t tell you that it was
her idea to edit the videos either?”  He paused again.  “I guess I
better explain.  You see, Lilly knew about Gloria and me for years.  But
then, I knew about her little side flings too.”

Flabbergasted, Marty asked, “Wait a minute, you knew she was sleeping
around on you? How long’s that been going on?”

“I’ve always known, just like Lilly has always known about mine.”

I thought I was beginning to understand.  From the look on Marty’s face,
I could tell he was clueless.  Then Vince explained it to him…

“Don’t you get it?  We’re swingers, all three of us, Lilly, Gloria and
myself.”

When he said that, the first thing that came to my mind was the
prenuptial agreement, “When did that start?”

“Oh, about two years after we were married.  We got invited to a party
by a few friends of ours and decided to try it out.  We’ve been doing it
ever since.”

Well, just when I thought things couldn’t get any stranger!

Then a question occurred to me, “What went wrong?”

“Lilly met someone else and got greedy and decided she wanted
everything.  That’s when she decided to set up the cameras in my bedroom
so she could ‘catch us in the act’.  She knew Gloria was coming over
that night.  What you didn’t see was the three-way we all had before
Lilly left that afternoon for her weekend camping trip.

You know, Lilly might even have gotten away with it too if I hadn’t
gotten a call warning me about them.”

I finally spoke, “That explains the cell-phone on the nightstand.  So,
who called you?”

“Maybe you better talk to Samantha about this.” Vince replied
mysteriously.

It was obvious he wasn’t going to say anything more on the subject so I
went into my office, quickly found his file and pulled the packet
containing the videos out of them.  We had already made copies so I knew
we could spare them.

As soon as he left, Marty and I went straight to Samantha’s office.

“It’s all true, every word of it!”  Samantha said insistently when Marty
and I confronted her.

Outraged, Marty demanded, “You knew about it and didn’t tell us?  Why
did you take the case?  Hell, for that matter, why did you tell him to
tamper with the videos.”

“Let me clear a few things up for you.  First, I didn’t tell you because
I didn’t want you two implicated if anything went wrong.  Secondly, I
took the case as a personal favor.  And lastly, I didn’t tell him to
tamper with the videos, I tampered with the videos!”

He asked, “What about that scene in the courtroom over the videos?”

“Oh that?  That was theater to convince everyone that we’d been blindsided.”

Then Marty asked a good question, “Wait a minute!  Gloria had already
admitted to the affair.  How were you going to handle that?”

“She was going to recant on cross examination.  Gloria was prepared to
say that Lilly knew of her feelings for Vince and told her it was the
only way he would be free.  In short, Gloria was going to say on the
stand that Lilly put her up to it.”

I said out loud, “That’s risky.  She must really love him to risk going
to jail for perjury like that.”

“She does; but, it would never have gotten that far.”

One question had been nagging me so I asked her, “Samantha, who called
Vince and tipped him off?”

“If I tell you, you have to swear to me that you’ll never tell anyone
else.  If word got out, it would, not could, destroy a lot of people.
Can you do that?”  She asked seriously.

Marty replied, “Don’t you know you can trust us by now?”

“Yes, I suppose I do.  All right, it was Judge Hastings.”

I wasn’t as surprised as Marty was.  I could tell because he said,
“Judge Hastings?  How did the Judge know that Lilly was trying to set up
Vince?”  Then, as if a light bulb went off in his head he asked, “You’re
not telling me the Judge and Lilly are lovers.  I thought they hated
each other.”

I commented, “I guess Lilly wasn’t going camping that weekend after all,
was she?”

“That right Rachael.  And to answer your question Marty, it wasn’t
always that way.  That was the night the Judge and Lilly broke up.”  She
paused, “Didn’t you ever wonder what caused the rift between them?  I’m
one of the few that actually know what it was.  You see, that night,
Lilly told the Judge what she was planning to do.  It infuriated the
Judge to no end.  It offended the Judge’s sense of integrity. So much
so, in fact, that she called Vince and told him what Lilly was
planning.  She even told him to come see me for representation.  As to
why I did what I did?  What else could I do?  Vince was about to be
screwed and there was nothing I could legally do about it without
ruining a several people’s lives in the process.  I went over there,
copied the videos to my laptop, edited them and copied them back.
Luckily, I had plenty of time to so.  I knew you’d find the anomalies
and realized they’d been tampered with.  Good job by the way.”

I asked, “What if we hadn’t?”

“Then the three of us would have gone over them together and one by one
I’d start pointing them out to you.  Either way, our side would have
discovered them and the evidence would be discredited.”  She replied.

A question occurred to me, “Why did the Judge give Vince your name?
What’s your relationship with her?”

“I have the same kind of relationship with her that Vince, Lilly, and
Gloria have.”

I figured as much.  It was news to Marty who said, “Oh!  I see.”

“By the way, you did take that video of you two together out of the
package before you gave it to him didn’t you?”

Marty and I looked at each other.  We both had one of those ‘Oh Shit!’
looks on our faces.

I said to Samantha, “You’re not mad?”

“Hell no!  Why would I be mad?  If anything, I’m glad to see you two
finally get together.  I was getting tired of watching the two of you
walking around her making goo-goo eyes at each other as you both waited
for the other to make the first move.  But that still doesn’t answer my
question about the video.”

The silence told her everything.

“Don’t you think you better call Vince and tell him you made a
mistake?”  She prompted.

But before she had finished, Marty had Vince on the speakerphone.

“Hey Buddy, what can I do for you?”  Vince answered.

Marty said casually, “Rachael accidentally put the videos from another
case file in with yours by mistake.    Any chance you can bring them
back today?  We’ll keep the office open until you get here.”

“Tell Rachael if she wants it back she can come by my apartment and pick
them up.  While you’re at it, tell her to wear that sports bra and boy
shorts she had on when she does.”  Vince replied.

Marty muttered under his breath, “Damn car DVD players!”  And then he
said more loudly, “Hey asshole, don’t you know that it’s not safe to
drive while distracted.”

“At least I have both hands on the wheel.  Although I’m tempted to…”
Vince said and laughed.

I interrupted, “Fuck you Vince!”

“Anytime honey, anytime at all.”  And then he added, “That Spanish-fly
is some powerful shit; isn’t it?”

I said flatly, “No comment.”

“That’s alright, I understand.  You’re not the only one it leaves
speechless.  It has the same effect on Lilly and Gloria too.”

After my experience, I knew that what Vince had said was more truth than
taunt.

“Is Samantha still there?” Vince asked.

I answered, “She’s standing right here.  We’re on the speaker phone.”

“Great!  I’m having a party this weekend.  Why don’t you all show up?
We’ll have some fun together.”

There was a long pause during which nothing was said.

Samantha was the first to speak, “I’ll call you later and get the details.”

“That’ll be fine.’ said Vince and then added, “Rachael, you and Marty
don’t have to decide now.  Just let me know by this Friday.”

Then the phone went dead.

It was good thing I made a copy.  We never did get back the video Marty
and I made.’


Epilogue

Since the case, Marty and I have become lovers have moved in together.

On the professional side, we’re both about to pass the bar.  When we do,
Samantha says we can become full partners in the firm. 

The last I heard from Lilly she had met a new girlfriend.  I found out
later from Marty, who found out from Vince, that swinging was Lilly’s
idea in the first place.  So I guess it was no surprise when Rachael
told me that Lilly had also found another man.  Nor was it a surprise
when she told me that the three of them, Lilly, her girlfriend and new
boyfriend were all living together.

Marty and I are thinking he might just be our first client.  Let’s hope
the poor fool isn’t stupid enough to sign a prenuptial agreement!  On
the other hand, if he does, Marty and I might get a chance to learn a
few new tricks.  I hear their doing wonderful things with Velcro these days!

 

The End