The Paralegals

"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, Gloria 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 the DVD player from one of the bedrooms and hooked it up to the television so we could watch the both 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 a hard-on 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 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 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 unconscious 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 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. And, as the pleasure increased, so too did increase 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!

But it was not to be; because, 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.

And 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 know professionally makes '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; but, 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 dressed that way, he lay there silently for several seconds looking at me.

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.