2 comments/ 19520 views/ 4 favorites I Dream of Suzie By: Cromagnonman I don't know why I took her on as a client, apart from the fact that she is a very attractive woman and the thought of her going through a divorce presented a dream opportunity for me to jump her bones, I mean make love to her. The reality of it was that this would only ever be a dream, she was so far out of my league that she wasn't even in the same stratosphere and my chances were rated as Buckley's and none, with Buckley's not looking real bright at the moment. I am a Lawyer of modest means, and I don't count wealthy or famous people as clients. I do bread and butter litigation, the odd Family Law matter, neighbourhood disputes, saving the little man from the robber barons, and bad debts are what keep me vaguely solvent. I live on my own but not from choice, it's just that I can't live with my parents because I'll never be able to live up to my father's standards or my mother's ambitions for me and I have never had any luck in the romance stakes, which could have something to do with not wanting to venture outside my comfort zone. In my office and in court I can deliver a clear and concise performance but take me away from these places and I become a jibbering fool. Getting back to the client of my dreams, Suzie Masters came into my office like a lost sheep and told me that she wanted to divorce her husband. Then she told me that she didn't want to divorce her husband. A couple of tissues and a cup of coffee later it came out. She is married to a very important person around town who had recently went on a business trip to Los Angeles where, it appeared, he was having a torrid affair with a young and very attractive Australian person of the aspiring actress persuasion who just happened to bump into him. He had known Katie Fallon in Melbourne when she was a star of sorts on 'Neighbours', a long running teen focussed soap opera that spawned such famous people as Kylie Minogue and Guy Pearce. She was hoping to emulate their success and fame, and for some reason decided that a public affair with my client's husband might just give her the publicity impetus that would attract the attention of the right people in Hollywood. She was snapped by the paparazzi lunching with Tyson (my client's husband) and they were seen going to her small apartment and to his hotel room and when questioned by the tabloids she coyly issued a 'no comment' with just the right tone to her voice that said that she was protecting his reputation and marriage but that they were going at it like a couple of rabbits. "I don't know what to do." Suzie sobbed. "My friends all tell me that I should take the bastard to the cleaners and my parents just say that they don't want to influence me in any way and I should follow my heart. Tyson's parents told me that they had spoken to him and that he'd denied the whole thing as a media beat up started by her US agent. I don't know what to believe." "Do you love him?" I asked, hoping for her to tell me that she didn't. "Yes I do, that's the problem for me, but does he still love me? I'm not sure, half of me wants to believe in his innocence while the other half rationalises that if he did still love me he wouldn't have allowed himself to get into this situation, a sort of 'where there's smoke there's fire' scenario. Help me, what can I do?" "First things first, you have to decide is whether you want to file for divorce or whether you want to save your marriage because, if you do decide on the latter I suggest that you seek counselling and sort out your feelings for each other. If after that you decide that you want to file for divorce then come back, or if you want to move straight to divorce proceedings then I'll take you through the steps so that you don't get railroaded into giving up on any entitlements. One thing that I should emphasise is if you choose to go down that path; don't get too greedy, get the wrong judge on the wrong day and you'll end up with much less than you're entitled to." "If you have any doubts about the evidence against your husband then tell me so that I can look into it. It's not unheard of for some attention seeker to fabricate evidence for his, or her, own benefit and, if that's the case then there are other avenues open to us before it gets out of hand. It's up to you. What I want you to do is to have a think about this, take time away, go somewhere quiet away from anyone offering advice and think about your next step before you leap in at the deep end because, believe me, this is an expensive exercise. There will be no charge for today but if you come back the clock will start ticking and every second I spend on your behalf will cost you and, while my charges aren't as high as most lawyers, I don't come cheap." "Thank you for your time, I'll take your advice and call a time out. If I decide to go ahead with the divorce then I'll ring and make an appointment to see you." "Ring anyway, if you decide on counselling I can recommend a good counsellor who will offer impartial advice, she's not some raving feminist who's out to help you castrate your husband." I shook her hand and she left, she left me wondering why I wanted to help her save her marriage instead of urging her down the divorce path and into my bed. Okay there's little likelihood of that ever happening but I believe that it is possible for dreams to come true. I thought no more about Suzie for five days. That's a lie, I thought about her several hundred times and each time the fantasy got more real, I could see her naked body in my bed, I could feel her naked body in my bed, and it was driving me so crazy that when she rang to make an appointment I almost crawled down the phone line just to be with her and to comfort her in her hour of need. It was an excruciating wait until 10:00 the next morning, but it was worth every minute. She came into my office with a new confidence in her step and a smile on her face. "Well what have you decided?" "I have decided that divorce is the only option open to me. Every day her Facebook page has new revelations of her affair with Tyson, it's as if she has no shame the way that she is flaunting the sordid details in my face. As for him, he refuses to confirm or deny the alleged affair. I just know that he's up to his balls in the slut. I feel like castrating him so that he can get it even further into her not quite twenty year old cunt." Her language was so out of character for her that it shocked me, and that takes some doing. "Okay, now the decision has been made we must take a step back and look on this situation objectively and don't let our anger get the better of us. We need to compile a list of all the joint and personal assets of your marriage, having established what's involved we will then make a list of our demands. We will aim high but our fallback position will be what we believe to be a fair and equitable division of the assets." I surprised myself at how business-like I sounded when my heart was racing at a thousand miles an hour. If I played my cards right she will be so impressed by me that she will fall into my bed. "I would like to have a look around the marital home and get a feel of how much we're looking at and then I want a look at the company books so that we can get an equity evaluation and income projection. Are you working?" "I get the occasional singing engagement but they are few and far between because there is little demand for part time operatic sopranos." "You're kidding right? You are much too slim to be an opera singer." Flattery, I hoped, would improve my chances. "Not all opera singers these days are fat, it's all about stage craft and presentation, that's why I did NIDA as well as my degree in Music Performance at the Con. (For those who don't have a clue what she's talking about here; NIDA is the National Institute for Dramatic Arts the alma mater of such famous actors as Geoffrey Rush, Cate Blanchette, Mel Gibson and a host of others, and the Con. is the Conservatorium of Music.) I have released a couple of CD's of arias that have sold reasonably well considering the genre, but that's not enough to live on." "Did you always want to be a singer?" "Actually no. I started out doing Law but after my first Law review I was approached by a talent scout for the State Opera Company and he suggested that I should switch to music. I'd always liked singing and was in the school choir, but never gave it a lot of thought as a career." "How did you come to meet Tyson?" "We were students together, if you look in the university year books you'll find that his real name isn't Tyson Masters, it's Tom Broadbent, and that's why I don't believe that he's innocent of the allegations." "How is that?" "Because the paparazzi would not know where he was staying unless he wanted them to know because he'll be registered under his real name, not his professional name." "But doesn't he have to leave his passport at the hotel, I always do." "He's got two, a business passport in Tyson Master's name and a personal one in his real name." "I won't ask how he managed to get that." "I don't know how he did it but I've seen both and when I asked about them he told me why. Another thing that few people know about is that he actually gets kick-backs from the paparazzi for telling them the where and when of the stars so that they can be there. If they pay up they get more but if they don't he stops feeding them and because it's their livelihood, as well as what they get from the tabloids, they have to stay in his good books." "So you're telling me that when he was photographed by the paparazzi going into his hotel room with her it wasn't because they were followed but they'd been tipped off and were waiting?" "Exactly, nothing is left to chance." "But what about these celebs who complain about their privacy being invaded are they for real or are they just saying that?" "Oh there are some who value their privacy, but the up and comers want to be noticed and will go out of their way to make sure that it happens, it worked for Paris and Kym so it figures that Katie thinks that it will work for her, and Tyson is just the man to see that her photo appears in the tabloids as often as possible." "When will the sex video hit the social media I wonder?" This was probably the last question that she would want to have to answer, it's not the sort of thing that a wronged spouse would even consider, but it's the sort of question that someone who fancies her big time would ask, just to sow the seeds of doubt. "I don't even want to think about that, I've been humiliated enough already." "When can we have a look at the house and the books?" "Whenever you want, I'm not doing anything at the moment." I made a show of consulting my appointment book before deciding that I could fit her in straight away. The house was the type of house that an up and coming image consultant would want to own, it had everything, a home theatre system complete with a massive flat screen 3D LED TV and lots of digital HiFi surround sound speakers, with a large leather sofa strategically placed to gain the full benefit of the system. The cash register that was my mind was in overdrive, Suzie was about to become a very wealthy young woman and thus even more desirable. "I think that we should get an appraiser in to give us a definitive value of the joint assets, as well as an auditor to go over the company books and bank accounts, all of them including yours." "Why mine?" "We are looking at joint assets and that means all assets of the marriage. Now you mentioned earlier that he got kickbacks from the paparazzi for tipping them off as to where his clients would be, I would guess that these payments didn't go through the company books so he must have a separate set of books and bank accounts or somewhere else he can stash the cash." I liked that, 'stash the cash', I must remember it and use it again. "I don't know of anywhere that he could hide money from me." "A safe deposit box maybe, or another safe hidden around the house, this one is too obvious." "The garage, he often spends a lot of time down there and he knows nothing of cars." We trooped down to the garage with its collection of exotica, three cars alone, a Lamborghini the Ferrari and the Aston Martin all would have set him back a fortune. Out of place amongst these glittering masterpieces of automotive art was Suzie's almost mundane C5 Citroen. There was a large tool chest against the wall and when I looked closely at it I could see evidence that it had been moved away from the wall on many occasions and I doubted if he would know how to lift the bonnet of these cars let alone work on them. "Give me a hand to move this will you?" We pulled and soon had the tool chest away from the wall, revealing a wall safe. "Right, when we go into conference with him and his lawyer we'll demand access to this safe, I'll ask for a Sherriff's officer to accompany him and bring back the contents." We talked over strategies for a while over a cup of excellent coffee and I left her and went back to my office. I had only just settled into a dull and boring task when the phone rang. It was Suzie in tears. "Turn on your computer and get in to UTube and log onto the 'Katie Fallon sex tape', it's totally disgusting." I got on to the Internet and logged into UTube and she was right, it was disgusting. I couldn't hear what was being said but, as they say in the classics, actions speak louder than words. It was in many ways your typical leaked sex act taken with a lowlight camera so there was a greenish tinge to the images and the contrast was crap, but the action was clear. It began with a naked kissing session on a bed followed by a lot of groping and fondling before it segued into a sixty-niner with him on his back and cock in the air, and her mouth, while she was straddling his face. Even from the angle it was obvious that his tongue was working overtime because her hips gave every impression that an orgasm was imminent. This lasted for a good ten minutes before they moved into the next position, she moved to one side and he scrambled to his knees behind her, his rigid cock positioning itself at the entrance to her pussy before he pushed it home with a hard hip thrust. The first understandable words were heard; 'Oh god that feels good, harder, harder.' The climax came with him between her legs and her feet almost touching her shoulders, with a grunt he shot his load inside her and as he withdrew he bent down to kiss her pussy, now leaking cum, before lapping up the mess. Suzie was still on the phone, sobbing quietly. "Look, we had a fair idea this was going to happen and we need to take advantage of the situation, when is he due home?" "The day after tomorrow, why?" "If he wants to play dirty then we can play just as dirty back at him. He thrives on generating publicity for his clients it's about time he was on the receiving end of some negative publicity." "What do you have in mind?" "I presume that he expects you to meet him at the airport right?" "Yes, do you think I should?" "I'd advise against it, I think that it's a demonstration of his arrogance that he expects you to be there, the all loving and forgiving wife, unhurt by the publicity. Well I think that a different reception committee will be in order. How do you think he'll feel if he is met by a divorce petition?" "He'll shit himself." She chuckled at the prospect. "She's had work done you know." Wow that came right out of the blue. "You mean Katie's had a boob job?" "Yep. A couple of years ago at a season wrap pool party for the 'Neighbours' cast and crew she just happened to lose the top of her bikini, while they were nice and perky in an adolescent sort of way they certainly didn't get to their present size without assistance. The network execs at the time tried to keep the incident in house, but vision was leaked and I suspect that Tyson might have been responsible." "Was she his client then?" "No but she soon was and her career seemed to advance at a rate that had little to do with her talent, I overheard Tyson say that if she had to survive on her talent as an actor she'd starve but she had other talents." "You think that he might have begun the affair way back then?" "No, she was too young even for him to get involved with, but while she might not have been sexually active back then she was certainly a prick tease and knew how to string guys along." "She sounds like a right little princess." "Yeah, and look where it's got her, on the threshold of her dream career in Hollywood." "I have work to do before he comes home. As soon as you know his flight details let me know and I'll have a suitable welcoming committee waiting for him." It was time to use my media contacts for our benefit. I processed the necessary court papers and had them on hand when Suzie rang with the details and when Tyson emerged from the International arrivals he was greeted by a barrage of flashes and a forest of microphones thrust in front of his face. "Mr Masters, is there any truth to the rumours of your affair with Katie Fallon?" "No comment." He tried to brush past the media throng but they would not be brushed aside. "Was that you with her in that 'leaked' video?" "No comment." "Mr Masters." My man moved forward. "This is for you." He thrust the court papers at Tyson who instinctively took them without realising the significance. He stopped pushing his trolley and opened the papers, a look of horror and amazement came over his face. "The bitch." He mumbled to himself. "Mr Masters, why isn't your wife here to meet you?" My tame reporter asked. "Fucking leave me alone!" He yelled at the reporters and angrily pushed his trolley through the crowd of bemused media. I smiled and thought of his next shock. As the cab pulled up outside his home he saw a pile of clothes and books and a sign stuck in the lawn beside the pile. 'WOULD YOU KINDLY REMOVE YOUR JUNK FROM MY PROPERTY.' Tyson stood looking at the front of the house trying to see if there was anyone home. "You fucking bitch, I'll get you for this!" He shouted at the closed curtains. Suzie smiled to herself as he called to the cab as it drove off. The driver chose not to hear, he wasn't going to get mixed up in a domestic. Tyson was angry. Every time he looked at the pile of his belongings his anger for Suzie increased and, in his anger, he couldn't understand why she was doing this to him, after all didn't he provide her with the luxuries that she enjoyed so much? He was also angry with himself for losing it in public and he realised that he was going to have to go into damage control with the media and that was going to mean many smoozing lunches and a great deal of sucking up. He called for another cab and when it arrived he crammed his clothes into it and told the driver to take him to a motel. The last thing he wanted was to be seen checking in to a hotel. In the morning he would see his lawyer and arrange for a counter suit to Suzie's divorce petition and to arrange access to his house so that he could remove the money and papers from his secret safe. Then he would have to contact his clients to see how the land lay with them, he couldn't afford to let his public outburst cost him clients. "I've never seen him that angry." Suzie told me as we watched him drive off in the cab. "There have been times when it looked as if he was going to blow up at the stupidity of one of his clients but he always managed to keep it under control." "I bet that this is the first time that he's been confronted by something as calculated as this, this isn't a case of brain fade or someone letting his cock take control of his thinking, this was planned and he's wondering where it came from, it's hardly something that you've done before." I Dream of Suzie "In a way I feel sorry for him, he's so far out of control he doesn't know what to do." "Don't feel sorry for him, and while he's on the ropes it's time to get as much leverage as we can. He's really going to lose it when he finds that we'll only allow him into the marital home in the presence of a court official who is under instructions to take charge of the contents of his secret safe." "You're enjoying this aren't you?" "I've not had this much fun for a long time. Now I think that it's time we made ourselves scarce, we don't want to be around when his lawyers try to contact you, which they will do when they get nothing but my answering machine at the office. Do you fancy dinner?" "Yes, no, I don't know. How would it look if I was seen in public after all of this becomes public, that'd be rubbing salt into his wounds?" "We won't be seen I can guarantee that." I took her to a quiet and secluded restaurant that the movers and shakers of this world ignored because of its drab facade, but the food was brilliant as usual and Suzie was beginning to relax. After dinner I drove her home because I didn't want to take her to my place, housework was very low down on my list of priorities and in comparison to her immaculate home I would be embarrassed for her to see it. We didn't get to her place. As we drove up the street there was a suspicious car parked outside so we drove past it and, as we were in my car, without attracting the attention of the occupant. I dropped her at a hotel and drove home. Another suspicious car was parked outside my place. As I walked to my front door a man got out of the car, it was Tyson. "Where's my wife?" "She's definitely not here and even if she was I'm not about to betray her confidence by letting you see her or telling you where she is, and while I'm at it you can call off the bloodhounds waiting for her to come home tonight, she's safely ensconced where you can't find her. As they say in the classics, 'I'll see you in court', arsehole." I turned the key and was inside dead-locking the front door before he could react. As soon as he began to bang on my door I called the police, and then I called the media. I really was enjoying this. Within minutes red and blues lit up the night sky as the police arrived closely followed by a TV OB unit that just happened to be close by. It didn't take them long to set up their lights and approach the melee. "All that I'm trying to do is to find my wife and I came here to her lawyer's home to explain that I've been set up by a conniving ex-client and that none of the rumours are true." "How do you explain that video on Facebook?" "It was a body double, they're not hard to find in Hollywood." "They have body doubles for visiting PR men? Now why do I find that hard to believe." It was obvious from the tone of his voice that the reporter had no intention of believing it. "Leave me alone! Just fuck off and leave me alone." He yelled at the reporter. "I think you should leave sir." One of the policemen said in his best conciliatory voice. "You're not helping your cause by being here." The party disbanded and peace descended on the streets. A more or less uneasy truce was maintained over the next few weeks. Suzie applied for and was given an AVO against Tyson which meant that any access he should want to the house to collect papers, and of course the contents of his secret safe, had to go through the courts. A flurry of letters between me and Tyson's lawyer followed, the first requesting access to the house. We opposed that access. In the next he countered Suzie's claims of a share of their joint assets with a counter claim giving her considerably less on the basis that it was his income alone that purchased said assets. We countered with a claim based on his agreeing to endow her with all his worldly goods when he married her. He claimed that these were merely words in a standard church wedding liturgy and that he shouldn't be held to the literary meaning. We countered that she had given up a promising opera career to devote herself to looking after his wellbeing and that due recognition of that should be considered seriously. At the end of this legal argy-bargy a conference was called. This was at a level below a full blown court hearing but had the same legal ramifications. Tyson and his lawyer sat on one side of the table while Suzie and I sat on the other, all very casual. "My client is unable to fully carry out his business because there are some important papers in his home office safe that pertain to the carriage of said business. We request that he be given access to these papers." His lawyer sounded so reasonable that it would be difficult for us not to accede to this very reasonable request, so we didn't. "We will not stand in his way to gaining access to the safe in his home office but we will not grant access to any other part of the house." "My client also requests that he be able to retrieve his clothes from the closet in the master bedroom." Suzie and I held hurried and whispered, and totally un-necessary conference. "Again we have no problem with that." "He would also like to retrieve a car so that he doesn't have to rely on the vagaries of public transport." Suzie smiled at me, she was anticipating the enjoyment she was about to get. "Once again we have no problem granting him access to one of his cars but, and we stand firm on this, we will only grant access to the garage on the proviso that he is accompanied by a court official who will ensure that nothing other than the car is taken." The looks that were exchanged between Tyson and his lawyer suggested to them that we must be aware of the existence of the secret safe. "We also stipulate that your client be allowed to open the safe concealed behind the tool chest in the garage and hand its contents to him so that we can carry out a full evaluation of their impact on the available assets." The suggestion had become a reality. "And that includes any money." Tyson was about to lose it when his lawyer grabbed his arm and indicated that he should keep his mouth shut. There was another flurry of legal communications between myself and the opposition. Their initial demand was for a 60/40 spilt in their favour. I discussed the offer with Suzie over lunch and we reached agreement, I countered with a 50/50 split. The next offer was for a 50/50 split with the house going to him. This time the discussion was over dinner, I countered with a 60/40 split in Suzie's favour figuring she would get enough to buy a better house. His next offer was a 50/50 split of all assets including the house. Another dinner conference, I was enjoying this, and I countered with what I told them was my final offer; a 60/40 split with Suzie retaining possession of the house. I intimated in my letter that if this offer was not accepted it would go to arbitration and there was a suggestion of dirty laundry, the hidden assets to begin with, being aired. Agreement was reached and a date set for the court hearing to formalize it and get the court's rubber stamp. The day before the divorce hearing Suzie rang me. "Have a look at Katie's Facebook page." I cranked up my computer and logged in. Katie had announced that she had fired Tyson as her publicist and had hired a famous Hollywood publicist because she thought that someone on the ground there was more appropriate than a Sydney based publicist. "Shit that's going to hurt." I read on, she also said that she would return to Australia for a short time to be 'with the love of my life, not Tyson.' "And that's going to hurt even more, any idea who that might be?" "I've got a good idea but I can't say anything, at least not yet." Tyson was a broken man when we met him in the Family Court the next morning, he barely acknowledged Suzie's existence and all he said in the courtroom was 'yes' in response to the question; "Do you agree to the terms set out before you?' He walked out of the courtroom and almost ran from the building, his lawyer shook my hand and told me that the exchange of the necessary documents would take place as soon as possible. I drove Suzie home, she seemed somehow subdued, it was almost as if she felt sorry for Tyson and was regretting her actions. "You did the right thing in divorcing him, now you can get on with your life. You have a lot of potential and, having thrown off the shackles I can't see why you can't have a very successful career in music." I reached over and squeezed her hand and she half smiled at me but said nothing. She made us coffee and we sat at the kitchen table, she deep in thought. I decided that I needed to break the ice, after all I helped her to become a wealthy young woman and felt that she should at least thank me. "Well Suzie, you've got more than we thought that you should get, you've done very well out of this. I'll send you my account in the next day or so. Again, congratulations." "I have you to thank for this, you've been so good to me, and I don't know what I would have done without you." She reached over and took my hand in hers. "I think that I should show my appreciation in a more tangible way." She moved closer, bringing her within kissing distance of me, and then she kissed me, hard, on the lips and her mouth opened and her tongue snaked into my mouth. Whoever said that dreams don't come true has no idea what is going through my mind right now. I returned her kiss and my tongue and hers were almost tied in a knot. I felt her hand between my legs and I almost came at her touch. She led me to the sofa and when we were seated she resumed her kisses for some time before she withdrew her face from mine and dropped to her knees in front of me and her fingers worked at my clothes. I stood and stepped out of the pile on the floor and then it happened. The second that her tongue pushed into my cunt and then slid up as she licked my clit I lost all control of my body. My dream of Suzie has just come true!!! I was in heaven, her assault on my body had the assurance borne of experience and this bothered me a little, but definitely not enough to stop her. Eyes closed I was enjoying the experience when another pair of lips caressed mine. "Can I join in or is this a private party?" I opened my eyes and got a close up of Katie. What was going on here? "Wait, stop." They stopped, allowing me to take it all in. "Before you say anything let me say that we didn't plan it to end like this, we just wanted to punish Tyson for the way that he had exploited us, both of us. He realised that Katie had some potential in Hollywood and, if he could exploit that potential he stood to make a lot of money, more than he dreamed he could ever make here. He didn't care what he had to do to see that she succeeded, how low he had to stoop to achieve his goals. When he first met her she had been asked by the studio to put on that act at the wrap party to cover the fact that she was showing more interest in the female cast members than the men, rumours had begun to spread and it was assumed that her little charade would quash those rumours about her sexuality. Even the alleged affair was staged, he wasn't lying when he told you that a body double had been used for that sex video, he had used a body double for Katie, she would never have fucked him for obvious reasons and he knew that I could never expose this because of my love for her." Suzie held my hands and a pleading look came over her face. "Please don't get angry with us, we love you and don't want to see you hurt by our deception." "I have to admit that I didn't see this coming, you certainly had me fooled, but I'm not hurt by it, what does bother me is the ease with which you got me to believe your story and to fall in love with you. What do we do now?" "I don't know about you but we intend to continue showing our appreciation." I still live on my own but now from choice, I still dream of Suzie, and Katie, and we see each other whenever they are back home in Sydney, which unfortunately is not often enough, what with Katie's star well and truly on the ascendance and Suzie's singing career at last taking off.