The Paralegals

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 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 it any slower?"

"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 be 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.

But then, 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 was wanted to play.

We fucked like rabbits until one of said they couldn't take it anymore. Then we fucked them again just to prove them 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'd 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 after all that weekend."

"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.