The Libertine Lawyer

[SEVERUSMAX]

Harvey Nash, Esquire, Attorney-at-Law, snarled as he listened to opposing counsel present her arguments during the settlement negotiations. That was okay. He held aces as always. Nash always did his homework, even if his clients were a little squeamish about it.

In fact, except when really pissed-off, his clients usually had their issues with his methods, but they always came around due to his results. He had a dynamic record of making the other side blink. Then again, he didn't take on the kind of clients who lacked what he considered "just cause". That reduced the pool of losers, who ended up with less selective attorneys, such as Miss Grundy, his favorite opponent across the table.

Katrina Grundy was sharp as a tack, but she had a bad habit of going to work for what she considered "aggrieved women"....even when they were in the wrong, as they often were. That was more because she listened to and believed their sob stories without checking facts first than because she believed in female infallibility, though for all he knew, she might believe in that, too. Women's studies courses taught soft-headed BS that filled people's heads with mush.

Harvey Vance Nash VIII, who loved to play up his first initial and numerals by dressing as Good King Harry whenever possible, was an old money Southerner from an antebellum family who stood at the top of the social pyramid in this part of central Tennessee. The Nashes had survived the War of Northern Aggression, so they survived anything and even prospered.

Nash seemed on the surface a true Southern gentleman, but he was actually a bit of a legal pirate, in that he didn't mind using blackmail and other controversial methods to get his way. He also liked the ladies...enough that he wisely avoided matrimony and thus kept his fortune intact. The good thing about blackmail was that people were too afraid to report it. He had a zealot's ruthlessness in his commitment to his causes. He was also a firm Libertarian, who agreed with Robin Hanson that blackmail should actually be legal.

His other cause was saving men from financial ruin by their ex-wives during their divorce settlements. He only took on female clients when it was abundantly clear that they were in the right, which didn't happen to his liking very much. The other side's client needed to be pure as the driven snow, or else he had them dead to rights. The former almost never happened, of course.

"Are you finished? Good. As to marital infidelity, it is quite clear here that there was no exception or clause in the pre-nup pertaining to it. Furthermore, the photographic evidence I have acquired here makes it quite evident that Mrs. Baker should be content with the frankly rather generous terms of this agreement. Trash it and you expose her to judges who will not turn a blind eye to her own infidelity, no-fault or not. You would be remiss in your counsel to your client, Ms. Grundy, if you didn't pass my offer on to her and highly recommend it as the most practical option to one in her present position," Harvey drawled out in his best West Tennessee accent as he handed a copy of the "evidence" to Katrina.

Harvey smirked and thought ahead to a wonderful steak dinner and some shots of Jack and Coke.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Bump.

 

[missmaddy]

He sat across from me with smug look of superiority on his face. He had a reputation as a ruthless, arrogant asshole determined to win at all costs. His “southern charm” act was just a front. Well, Mr. Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire, I’m no pushover. Before taking the photos I held his gaze and let him know he had a fight on his hands.

I was only 29 and had made my fair share of mistakes since graduating from law school, but I was getting better. My practice concentrated on abused women and abused/disadvantaged children, but that didn’t pay much so every now and then I took on a case like this. It bothered me that my opponent in this case was from big money. I had to work hard for everything I had. I was determined to beat him.

His reputation as a womanizer only added to the list of reasons I did not like Harvey Vance Nash VIII. It was easy to understand how he wooed them into his lair. He was not at all unpleasant to look at, and with his money and his ability to turn on the charm I could see why many women might find him attractive. Well he wasn’t going to charm me with his good looks. In fact, I came here planning to use his interest in women to my advantage – well, my client’s advantage.

I normally dress conservatively for court, but since this was a private meeting I dressed a little provocatively. I wore a white top that showed just enough cleavage to be enticing. A black skirt was cut four inches above my knee and clung tightly to my well-toned butt. A pair of low white pumps helped accentuate my sinewy legs. I had worn just enough make-up around my brown eyes and full lips to achieve a sexy but still professional look.

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“Mr. Nash,” I said using my sexiest voice and leaning over enough to show more cleavage, “I’m sure we can find a way to work this out in a friendly manner, but you already know that my client is legally entitled to 50% of the estate and that the pre-nup she signed under emotional duress and false pretenses is not relevant.”

I took the photos. I was already nervous about what might be in them. My client went to LA when she turned 18 to become a movie star. Instead she was lured into the world of sin and drugs and had apparently made a few adult movies. She escaped and came back to Tennessee. She found religion. Mr. Baker, having already dumped his first ‘trophy” wife, had taken Lisa under his wing and then married her. She assured me that her days of sin were long past.

I shouldn’t have been shocked. I wasn’t exactly a prude. I had been with my share of men although I wasn’t one to “sleep around.” The pictures could only be described as pornographic in the extreme with my client in every one of them. My face flushed. As I flipped through them I felt my nipples swell and was sure that the evidence was poking two tiny dents into the front of my blouse. I squirmed in my seat in reaction to the tingling bubbling in my loins.

“Uh… um…” I stuttered trying to find some way to reply. “I’m not quite sure that what you have here will be admissible in court, Mr. Nash, but I do need to confer with my client. Do you mind if I step into the other room and call her?”

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire, Attorney-At-Law

Nash frowned for a moment, as clearly Katrina had been exploiting her considerable charms to attempt to get her way. Meanwhile, as he listened to the part about "emotional duress", which was generally psychobabble that no judge would consider extenuating or germane....for some reason, his ears perked up. A gnat formed in his mind....why did that phrase sound familiar? Why was he having deja vu?

"As it happens, I wish to confer with my client as well. Don't worry, you can keep your copies. I have my own. Leaving aside the fact that in this state, no judge considers 'emotional duress' material to any kind of discussion of pre-nuptial agreements, as well as the hypocrisy of an adulteress filing for divorce over her husband's infidelity, there remains the matter of this being a mostly no-fault state and the pre-nup having been deliberately drawn up in a way sufficiently equitable as to merit acceptance and recognition by the courts.

"Mrs. Baker is entitled to her share, but that does not include any assets accrued prior to marriage, nor to any gifts, inheritances, etc. originating prior to the same. She signed and agreed to a portion of 35% of the total marital assets, with the clear understanding that she contributed far less than that during the marriage, due to her high society existence, which was scarcely a drudgery. I know, I know, her grounds were desertion, not adultery. Clever, since desertion is stipulated precisely under the terms of the pre-nuptial agreement. She would, however, have to present genuine, irrefutable evidence of said desertion, that being her grounds.

"By all means, confer with your client, as I will with my own, Miss Grundy," Nash maintained a very good facade, even as his calm was dissipating....that phrase...."emotional duress"...it ate at him...it nagged like a gnat....why was it so damn familiar? Where had he heard it before, in his lengthy career? He was 38 years to Katrina's 29, of course. He had a stellar legal career, one so impressive that even the occasional defeat, ironically so far only 3, and one of them already at Katrina's hands, but he didn't want to lose this one....even that wouldn't come close to ruining his reputation. He'd beaten her twice before, hadn't he? He was 2 for 1 against Katrina Grundy.

But it was still that phrase, not that lone defeat that she delivered him about six months ago, that agitated Harvey.....he couldn't quite place it, but it really bothered him.

With that, Harvey rose and grabbed his briefcase, leaving Katrina with her copies of the evidence of her client's infidelity....Harvey Nash had some questions for his client, Clement Baker, the top music record producer in, where else....Nashville...that was kind of funny in a way, once Nash thought of it.

"Mr. Baker," Nash sat down with his client once he had him in private....., "opposing counsel has been given copies of the evidence we collected of her client's indiscretions. However, I think that it is high time for candor here. I am known, rightly, as a truly ruthless bastard out to defend the rights of Man against the sisterhood of socialites, gold-diggers, and other assorted parasites. I have been right to do so, too, given how much their fuzzy-headed thinking spoon-fed them from BS women's studies classes and other such claptrap gives them a false sense of entitlement and aims to reduce men to being second-class citizens, if that.....

"However, I would be remiss if I did not admit that I am uneasy about the particulars of this case. In the first place, if I had advised you upon the writing of this pre-nuptial agreement, I would have proposed a more equitable contract than what this appears to be. It risks being reversed for being excessively punitive. I said this before, I know. I am rehashing this. It is a risk to try to take this to court. Might be better to settle and not take chances with a judge that possibly thinks that 35% is not enough for a wife who has delivered two children and at least participated in some ways to benefiting your career though various events and such.

"Secondly, Clement, if you don't mind my calling you that, I know that your own record of failing to pay alimony as ordered by courts in your prior case, which no doubt inspired your decision to push for this contract, is not going to benefit your case. You still owe $74,000 in alimony back payments.

"Now, I know that you are justified here. I do not doubt this. I have no reason to doubt it. Your wife is a hypocrite who cheated and expected you to be faithful. However, you did move out of the shared residence into one of your townhouses. That could well be construed as desertion, even if it remained in your name and you visited now and then to see your children. You should have filed first, and then left the mansion, you know. That would have protected you.

"Her counselor is not stupid. I had hoped for a young and eager moron, wet behind the ears and all that jazz in a case like this, but instead we have Katrina Grundy. She's often wrong about her clients, but she's not stupid. Just overzealous. So, here is my recommendation. We've hit her with evidence. Now is the time to strike. Offer her a slight increase when she is weakest, when by all expectations, she would expect even less or a hard line, and she'll be desperate enough to bite. Resist the temptation to be greedy and use this evidence as a way to pull off this pre-nup as is. I will do that if you wish. Normally, we could do that and I would agree with you, but 35% is just too small. It was a very risky game that you and your previous attorney played by setting the bar so low.

"I am admittedly curious about one thing, before you answer that. How did you get Mrs. Baker to agree to such a pre-nuptial contract?" Nash asked, after giving what he honestly thought was the best counsel he could.

It was counter-intuitive, of course, but Nash knew that an opponent who was drowning might still let pride get in her way of seizing a life preserver....throw her a slightly nicer life preserver, however....a reason or excuse to accept it, and her desperation might well overcome her vanity. Pride was often stupid, but in this case, it might accidentally help its practitioner, just because Clement Baker had overreacted to his previously punitive financial settlement by squeezing a very favorable pre-nuptial agreement, perhaps dangerously too favorable, out of his then fiancee.

And it was that mistake which could well lose Nash his case. He hadn't thought of that again until he heard of the emotional duress bit, because it had started him thinking of the danger of what might happen if this went to court and a sympathetic judge looked at the pre-nup. All it would take was the wrong judge, and the pre-nup would be toast. It was a good pre-nup for Baker overall, except for that flaw and the fact that Baker had filed after leaving the established marital home....a smarter man would have filed first in his case, to protect himself from a claim of desertion.

This was precisely why Nash did so well....he picked up on little clues like this and it got his mind going in a new direction, made him think outside the box...plus he was ruthless and willing to use any legal tactics available to win. It made him foresee possible traps as well, such as the wrong judge. A win in this case wasn't going before the courts or not going before them...Baker could still win with the right judge....it was getting a settlement that salvaged the spirit of the pre-nuptial contract, not necessarily its letter.

Still, where had he heard that damn phrase again....where?

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire, Attorney-At-Law

Edited out accidental double post. LOL.

 

[missmaddy]

“Hello, Lisa? I’m here with Mr. Nash talking about your divorce settlement. He’s just dropped a bombshell on me. I have these pictures of you with a man who is certainly not Mr. Baker and they are… let’s just say ‘quite incriminating.’ They were taken after you filed for divorce but they are of such a nature that if they ever get into court we’re screwed, particularly given your background when you were living in LA. Lisa, you promised me those days were over. I cannot represent you properly if you lie and hold information from me. I need you to tell me what happened, who the men are in the photos and whether there have been others. Don’t leave out anything.”

As I listened to Lisa’s lengthy explanation I flipped through the photos again – slowly, one at a time. This is evidence, I told myself. I need to become familiar with all the details of each picture. Who was I kidding? The vivid pornographic images before my eyes took my breath away. One of my hands found its way to my breast and gently squeezed. I rubbed my thighs together in an attempt to sooth the churning in my belly and the throbbing between my legs. My body was letting me know that it had been several weeks since I was last with a man. I needed to do something about that.

I was so absorbed with my own response to the pictures that it took several moments for me to realize Lisa was no longer talking and waiting for a response.

“So, um, let me see if I have this right, Lisa. Two men who knew about your past showed up at the front door and threatened to make public your brief career as a porn star unless you agreed to have sex with them and let them take pictures which they promised were only for their own personal use. You are aware, Lisa, that we have already established that Mr. Baker knew about your past before he married and therefore can’t use it against you.”

While listening to her response I knew something wasn’t right. Clement Baker had gone to great lengths to keep her past well hidden from polite southern society, and he wasn’t about to spill the beans now or he would look like a fool. If someone was trying to blackmail her sex might have been part of the deal but they certainly would have asked for money. I was beginning to realize that there were still secrets Lisa was keeping from me. I had always been too trusting of many of my clients. One of these days I would learn my lesson.

“Lisa, there is no way I want this to go to court. I’ve heard your story about how Mr. Baker got you to sign the pre-nup and these pictures were taken after you filed for divorce and were physically separated, although not legally at the time. Let me see how far I can get Mr. Nash - and Mr. Baker – to budge and I’ll get back to you.”

I took one last look at the photos, breathed deeply and headed nervously back into the room where Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire was waiting.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire, Attorney-At-Law

Harvey was a bit annoyed with his client, to be honest. The man had told him some lies, boasted of several things that made even Harvey feel ill at ease (he was a rare client for not being the squeamish one), and finally spilled a truth that absolutely floored Harvey.

Lisa still wasn't innocent, but Clement Baker had proven far more sinister than Harvey had expected. It was truly a jolt to Harvey's system, having previously believed his client's outrage. It had seemed so real. He trusted the man, believed him just another male victim of feminist misandrism imposed by the courts. The news about the alimony had chipped off some of that, but Clement had explained that it was an unjust order and it was civil disobedience on his part.

Now Harvey knew the man better....he saw into the man's soul, and it was pitch black. Nothing. Like representing Ted fucking Bundy or something like that. If Nash could be amoral at times, at least he had his cause and his reasons. Clement was such a completely unfeeling and cold-blooded man and it had taken until now for his mask to slip.

The man had, quite coolly, made it apparent to Harvey that he was sure that he could get what he liked. 35% was it. Nothing more. No concessions. No compromise. He wouldn't accept Harvey's counsel and he came within inches of accusing Harvey of betraying him and the cause. This man made even Harvey's blood chill, especially with his last confession.

"It's quite simple, Mr. Nash. Lisa wanted to be respectable. I made it quite plain that I could get her that, but at a price. She had to do whatever I said, no questions asked. I set her schedule, her agenda, and whatever else. I set her budget, her wardrobe, her itinerary, etc.

"And I made her do things for me. You must understand what I mean. Sexual things. Not normal, husband, wife stuff. Degrading, humiliating things, or so she complained. I wanted that to stop, too. She wasn't to talk about it or complain about it. I was to be in full control. She was to present the perfect, 'mom and apple pie' image for the public, but then she had to also be my whore in private. Oh, I didn't pimp her out at first. I just wanted to whip her into shape, keep her on the proper diet and exercise regimen, and join me at church on Sundays.

"She balked one time too many. That was the last straw, so I left her and found me a new creation, like Pygmalion with Galatea. She was my property and she needed to learn that. She defied me and I'm not about to part with more than 35% of my own money for such a failure and a disappointment. Oh, don't get me wrong, she enjoyed it, but she kept resisting each step, claiming that she wanted to put her porn past behind her instead of reliving it.

"Then I got into using her to distract husbands and blackmail them while I plundered the wives. That was when she really lost her cool, accused me of being worse than the sleazy pimp of a producer that she had back in the day. So I made a few calls and offered him some help if he would help me, too. Such a fucking fool and a bitch, my estranged wife. She didn't appreciate what I wanted to make of her, so she could take the new life that I offered her instead."

"What was this all about?" Harvey finally insisted upon learning.

"Music. We need more divas, more 'newly discovered' talent. Someone with a sexy image that can sell, sell, sell records. That was to be Lisa. She'd be the new Carrie Underwood, but privately less wholesome, you see. She balked, insisted that she had no singing voice, no real musical talent, you see. That wasn't the point. I wanted the revenue from both ends, as producer and husband of a brand new crossover diva. A little country, a little pop.

"The fucking cunt cost me millions, possibly billions in revenue, profits, you see. I'm already rich enough to buy and sell you, Katrina, and Lisa put together, but imagine the potential of this! Lisa Baker, the reformed porn star turned country singer with an increasing slide over into pop charts as well."

"So, in the end, you never cared about her. It was all about money. And you would have exposed her past, despite previously covering it up, just to sell more records," Harvey said calmly.

"You got it. So, there it is. Here's my offer. She gets the 35% and nothing else, plus no custody and her past is exposed to the world, or else she goes into the music business like a good little girl and helps me sell, sell, sell her sex appeal. At least then she would be the 'reformed' porn star, right? Perfect hook for more cash, wouldn't you say? More publicity?"

"Okay, I'm your lawyer. I won't speak against it or try to stop you, but you get to present the offer, not me. I won't do your dirty work for you. You can make this happen. I will represent you in court if you wish, too. I will do the paperwork, because it's my job, but I must tell you, I'm never working for you again. Next time you divorce, call someone else. Take your chances with them. After this, sir, I am done with you. And if Lisa takes this deal, Hell will freeze over before I buy another record produced by you. I'm already sick to death of what you and your kind have done to country music. Its heart and soul are forever lost, thanks to the likes of you."

Clement shrugged and got up to walk to the conference room to meet up with Katrina Grundy.

"Miss Grundy, my client has an offer that he wishes to make in person to yours. Can you have her come over?" Harvey simply spoke, shifting his feet and unable to look her in the eye.

If Nash ever expected to find someone more callous and cynical than himself, he wasn't disappointed now. He wondered if Katrina could see the shame in his face. He just hoped that she didn't catch on.

 

[missmaddy]

I could tell by his expression that he was hiding something. He wasn’t comfortable. This was not at all like Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire. I didn’t know what was happening, but there was no way Lisa would agree to meet Mr. Baker. We had to conclude the deal now. I turned on all my charm.

“Mr. Nash, I don’t see why we can’t work out something reasonable on our own and then present it to our clients,” I said using my sexiest voice. “We’re rational people. Besides, I don’t think Lisa will come. There’s something about Mr. Baker that makes her very uneasy – even scared.”

I reached across the table and put my hand on his forearm. I met his gaze with my lips slightly parted. The expression on my face was soft and inviting. I slowly came to the realization that this wasn’t just an act. The pictures had affected me so much that my body was still tingling with need. I was openly flirting with the enemy and all but offering myself to him in exchange for a deal.

“I have to be honest with you, Mr. Nash,” I continued and gently squeezed his forearm with my fingers. “My client has aspects of her background that she doesn’t want exposed, and she certainly wouldn’t want these pictures being circulated. After all, they are of a nature that you and I might possibly find… erotic. Southern society would take a very different view.”

I put one of the pictures onto the table so we could both see it. It was a close-up of Lisa’s face. Buried deep in her mouth was the hard flesh of a well-endowed man. The look on her face was not one of a woman being taken advantage of, but of a woman who loved what she was doing. I pushed up from my seat and leaned forward exposing as much cleavage as my blouse would allow.

“Make me an offer, Mr. Nash," I practically whispered. “One I can take back to my client. We can… consummate the deal. Right here. Right now.”

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire, Attorney-At-Law

Clement Baker now spoke up, "Hey, Miss Grundy, I'm right here. Look, Mr. Nash had one offer in mind, but I have another. You take this to your client. She agrees to what I wanted before and I let her have a bit more than 35%. Specifically, an expense account worth 200 grand. Don't feel bad or angry. I overruled Mr. Nash. I'm the client. Therefore, I'm the boss."

"Well, Clement, it's clear that you don't need me, so what am I even doing here? Just remember this bit of counsel, old and cliche, but very true. The lawyer who defends himself has a fool for a client," Nash warned him.

"Hey, now, that is unnecessary, Mr. Nash. Ms. Grundy, you can either take my deal to your client or prepare for trial," Baker's dark, cold eyes now admired Katrina's figure.

"It is necessary, and if you proceed with this offer, expect to never have my services again," Nash insisted.

"Well, there is one other idea, but it flouts all ethics, legal and otherwise," Baker's eyes really danced with lust, even as Nash grumbled.

"I don't have to be a party to this," Nash demanded, "not if it could get one or both of counsel disbarred."

"Oh, let the client decide this, please. It's simple. An orgy. Mr. Nash, Ms. Grundy, me, and my wife. One room. One night, all night. A video for my private pleasure. No copies made. Scout's honor," Baker suggested, as he let lust take over from avarice.

"That is quite unethical, Mr. Baker. As charming as your wife and her counsel happen to be, I'm not doing amateur porn for your personal....scrapbook," Nash insisted.

"Mr. Nash, you agree to this and I go ahead and make the offer that you wanted to offer. The one that you insist will avoid having my pre-nup thrown out completely. What about you, Ms. Grundy? Care to take my offer to your client? One night of pleasure for an extra, say, five percent of the total assets in question?" Clement made it clear that he was more motivated by sex than by money now, and solely because he had seen that side of Katrina.

Nash was ready to throw up his hands. He couldn't win for losing this time. The luck was against him. He had to deal with a client who kept undermining his efforts to seal this deal and go home. He had to deal with opposing counsel who deliberately played up her charms, which were admittedly quite evident. He also had to deal with opposing counsel's client, who was obviously hiding things of her own, above and beyond her prior career in porn. Score a second victory for his opponent to tie them, make them 2-2 in their competition.

"Mr. Baker, I have been a member of the bar for 13 years. I graduated with honors from Duke University and Duke Law. I passed the bar exam, aced it, on the first attempt, at the age of 25, while serving in the National Guard. I have won countless victories. Prior to being a divorce lawyer, I was a highly successful prosecutor for the county attorney's office. Yet I cannot win for you if you, the client, undermine me. I've had enough. Don't bother firing me. I quit."

"Don't quit yet. Wait to see what Ms. Grundy and her client say. It could be worth your while. A nice roll in the hay and your own fifteen minutes of fame, if nothing else. A good sex tape to enhance your reputation as a stud, if discreetly released to certain parties."

"I thought that you were planning to keep this to yourself," Nash reminded him.

"Okay, so I lied. However, if it is absolutely necessary, I will do so. How about it, Miss Grundy? You know, the only things that I really wanted in life, your client was going to provide me. Sex, money, and power. I just wanted to make her a legend in country music, eventually crossing over into pop. The next Taylor Swift or Sara Evans. How was that so bad?" Baker insisted, "we could have made so much money together, she and I."

Nash grimaced as he heard Baker confess to Grundy....the man just wouldn't shut up....well, if he confessed to blackmail and other illegal acts (even though Nash had no philosophical issues with blackmail)....that was his three to five years in prison. Nash wouldn't stand in the way of the man's downfall since he was hell-bent on boasting his way into hot water.

 

[missmaddy]

Katrina Grundy

“Well here’s my counterproposal Mr. Baker – or should I call you Clement? You agree to give Lisa 50% and I won’t have you arrested for your attempts at blackmail. As for sex, I suggest you drop your pants and bend over. I’ll be happy to shove a baseball bat up your ass.”

I was fuming, partly because he had interrupted my attempt to “consummate” a deal with Mr. Nash but mostly because of his ridiculous suggestion that the four of us have sex.

“Since I’m planning on all of us getting to know each other more intimately you can call me Clement and I’ll call you Katrina. Your reaction to my proposal doesn’t fool me. I was watching from the doorway when you practically begged my attorney to fuck you right here on the conference room table. And for what? An extra 5%. You have a lot of nerve trying to lecture ME about ethics. My proposal is much more generous and you’ll still get your fill of cock. Not just one, but two, and a sweet tasting pussy to boot.”

If I had a gun I think I would have shot him and gladly paid the consequences. It particularly galled me that he was right. I would have let his attorney fuck me. No, that’s not quite accurate. I wanted him to fuck me. I would have gladly sold out for another 5%. In fact, there was still an emptiness in my loins begging to be filled. It was shameful, I know, but it was the truth. I wasn’t thinking clearly. My hormones were interfering with my brain.

“You know that Lisa will never come near you again,” I said sternly. “And you know what you did to get her to sign the pre-nup. She’ll let you keep the house and your collection of antique cars. She wants 50% of everything else.

“Let me tell you about Lisa,” Mr. Baker replied with a smirk on his face. “She’s a slut. I’m sure she gave you this sob story about going astray and finding Jesus. That’s bullshit. I knew that when I married her, but it didn’t matter. She had the hottest pussy and most talented mouth I had ever experienced. She did things to me that most men can’t even imagine. I was the one that gave her the “reformed whore” image so I could marry her. And you know what? I continued to let her fuck her porn star friends. Sometimes I joined them. The pre-nup – she was stoned out of her mind when she signed it.”

Somehow I knew he was telling me the truth about Lisa, but something still wasn’t right.

“Then why did she file for divorce? She claims you were abusing her and always out with other women.”

“Abuse?” Mr. Baker snorted. “The whips and chains were her idea. And yes, I did fuck other women – ones she brought home for me. The divorce was not her idea. One of her porn star friends from LA – the one in the pictures – convinced her she could take me for half my estate. You would think the whore would be content with 35%, but then you wouldn’t get anything, would you Katrina? My offer is a very generous one that will provide you with enough income to live on for a very long time while you defend your bleeding heart women clients. How about it Katrina? Get Lisa on the phone, have her come over and the four of us will fuck our brains out right here on the conference table – just the way you wanted it.”

I couldn’t take anymore and turned for help. I could see the frustrated and almost shameful look in Harvey Nash’s eyes.

“Mr. Nash, he’s your client. You know this is ridiculous. Would you please get him under control?”

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire, Attorney-At-Law

"So, the truth comes out. You're both a bunch of users. You and Lisa alike. She used you to clean up her image for polite society so she could hob-knob with the country club, not to mention the money and connections, all the while still wanting her drugs and kinky sex. You wanted her to milk her for the cash cow that you thought that she could be in country music.

"So, here's my offer to you, Mr. Baker. Since you tried to suborn your wife's lawyer and your own into violating our professional ethics by sleeping with clients, I will not report this matter to the authorities, so you can stay out of legal trouble and avoid being blackballed by every divorce lawyer in the state, and in return, you will forget that damn pre-nup and agree to proper community property. 50/50.

"After all, by your own admission, she was stoned when she signed it, so it wasn't legally valid. Now, I'm your attorney, but Katrina here isn't. You're not protected from her by attorney-client privilege. Oh, and don't ever ask me for my legal counsel again. This is the last time I will ever represent you again. Let this be a lesson to you, Mr. Baker. Swim with sharks and you'll get bitten, if not eaten. So, there you are. You have thirty seconds to tear up that pre-nup and agree to a fair divorce settlement under the laws of this state," Nash turned on his client.

He had done his best for Clement Baker, but the man had tried to use Katrina and him for his own sick voyeuristic thrill. Not that Harvey minded fucking either woman, but he didn't care for an audience. He didn't definitely want to watch Clement get his ashes hauled.

Clement stood in shock for a second or two, unable to think straight....while Harvey started looking at his watch.....with a very impatient look on his face.

 

[missmaddy]

Katrina Grundy

“Fuck both of you,” Mr. Baker finally said. “Lisa doesn’t want to divorce me. Did you really think I was going to give her 35% of my estate much less 50%, and that she was going to walk away from all this? This was a publicity play all along and you suckers fell for it. We needed the press to play up her name so that when she makes her appearance as the new Taylor Swift, only one that used to be a porn star, everyone will know who she is. What better way to do it than a messy divorce and a subsequent make-up. I was hoping to play it out a little longer but I guess it ends here. Too bad. I would have loved to explore what you have under that dress Miss Grundy, but I guess it’s not to be. Don’t worry, I will make sure both of you are well compensated for your time in my little charade.”

He marched out the door leaving Harvey Nash and me standing there bewildered. It had been a game all along. They were using both of us. After getting past my initial shock I looked over at Harvey and smiled while shaking my head.

“I don’t know what to say. For once in my life I’m speechless. I should thank you though for sticking up for me and for taking such a firm stand with Mr. Baker. I think I might have misjudged you. Perhaps there is a real live human being in there after all.”

I looked into his eyes and felt the desire that had been burning in my loins bubbling up into my belly. I did need to get laid, but not as part of a settlement, not part of a negotiation. It would be his choice. I moved closer and put my hand on his arm.

“Perhaps we both need a drink. Any suggestions?"

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire, Attorney-At-Law

Harvey had truly been stunned that Lisa was in on the deal with Clement Baker, but then he shrugged it off. Country music was a cutthroat business, just as bad as the law in its own way. It was probably the chief export of Tennessee, come to think of it. Clement Baker was indeed, as rumored, Nashville's version of Phil Spector, a warped, jaded music mogul.

"Still not working for his ass again. I meant that, whatever happens. Yeah, it's been a wild ride today. Might as well have a stiff one. I always do after dealing with you. You're good for putting the pressure on me, especially after you beat me on the Tomlinson case. I've never quite viewed you the same. That's when I knew that you were in my class after all. Not to mention the additional stress of being so strongly attracted to opposing counsel," Harvey chuckled.

"What's your poison, anyway? Yes, believe it or not, there's more to me than horns and a pitchfork," he winked, "but don't tell anyone. I kind of like my reputation. Plus, I really am a shark. I'm just selective on who I bite."

"Moore's Irish Tavern?" he suggested, noting a popular lawyers' choice of watering hole, located strategically near the courthouse, "I originally wanted a steak, but now I'm eager for a Reuben with onion rings and several glasses of the best microbrew in town."

 

[missmaddy]

Katrina Grundy

We both let our hair down and enjoyed the drinks, food and playful banter. Harvey (yes, we are on first name terms now) had me laughing with a cache of stories that only a southern gentleman could drag out and still keep me intrigued. I’m not usually a big drinker but I made an exception because of the crazy day. After my third martini I was not only high but feeling quite amorous. I slid my hand over his and looked into his clear blue eyes.

“You’ve managed to get me drunk, Mr. Harvey Vance Nash the eighth. What I want to know is whether or not you are going to take me home and fuck me before I sober up and realize what an arrogant, womanizing sniveling snob you really are.”

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire, Attorney-At-Law

Harvey truly enjoyed Katrina's company as they ate and drank. He polished off his Reuben with onion rings, plus a few beers himself, before paying the tab at last, after enjoying her jokes, her wit....her playful flirtations. They really clicked, surprisingly.

And then she dropped that bombshell on Harvey, somewhat tongue-in-cheek was how he heard it....and all that Harvey could think of was ripping off her clothes and giving Katrina Grundy a pounding worthy of his family name. Sheer, maddening, drunken lust...

"Oh, but for the record, we're both drunk. Luckily, I have a studio apartment that I use for such nights. Just in walking distance. Care to follow me home?" Harvey invited her.

Once again, Harvey admired Katrina's figure and now he got bolder, planting a hungry kiss on her mouth. Sure, both of them had liquor on their breath, but who cared?

"Just so you know, once we're there, I don't plan to waste any time ripping off your clothes and having my evil way with you," he whispered in her ear.

 

[missmaddy]

I was as desperate as he was. The door to his apartment had barely opened when I threw my body against his and kissed him hard on the lips. My arms went around his neck and pulled him closer. Our tongues mingled in a dance of passion. My body was on fire. My firm breasts were pressed tightly to his chest. My swollen nipples felt like they were about to burst. I straddled one of his legs and rubbed my throbbing sex against his thigh. I slid my lips to his ear and pushed my tongue into it.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire, Attorney-At-Law

Harvey grabbed Katrina and positioned himself just right underneath where she sat....slipped his fingers inside her to feel just how wet she was and eased himself inside her sweet pussy. He didn't do this...he never just went bareback with a colleague that he barely knew outside of her role as opposing counsel....but here he was, drunk off his gourd, slamming his meat stick as far inside Katrina as their shared lust demanded of him.

Very unlike him, to not use a rubber, of course, but this time, this once, Harvey Nash threw caution to the wind and frantically began pounding Katrina as he finished tearing off her clothes....fuck, yes....she was a serious temptress, this one. A body like hers, late 20s, ripe, womanly, made for sin....no teenybopper this one....in very good shape, but still with enough flesh to make her curves and hips apparent, not to mention gift her with a fine bust.

Harvey continued to make out furiously with Katrina as he pumped inside her, taking her for all he could. This was wild, primal rutting, like a pair of animals in heat. It was pure, atavistic lust. He took her hungrily, letting out all of the sexual tension between them at last...now it was being vented, let out of their system.

 

[missmaddy]

Katrina

A small squeal burst forth from my lips when I felt him enter me and plunge into the steamy depths of my womanhood. His hard flesh pounded me senseless filling the void that had been craving him for the last several hours. I matched his movements by impaling myself on his thick shaft each time he thrust it into me. My clothes slowly disappeared as we fucked. Our lips met in a wild tongue lashing kiss.

I pulled him down onto the floor on top of me. I wrapped me legs around him and dug my heels into his buttocks pulling him into me. He drove his cock deep into my pussy with the powerful rhythm of a steam engine. Our bodies melded together in a bliss of passion. A tremor deep inside my belly built to a crescendo that dissipated in a series of orgasmic spasms. I dug my fingers into his back and cried out as if in pain.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire, Attorney-At-Law

Harvey felt the full force of Katrina's orgasm as it built up and he was now fucking her from above....her heels and fingers demonstrating the intensity of her lust....she was a cat in heat, or so it felt to him.....and it was awesome. Katrina was far gone from her professional, seemingly uptight facade, confirming his suspicions about her, especially since that afternoon, given how she reacted to him and to the Bakers' offer....and to the graphic sex depicted in the photos.

"Oh, fuck, damn, you're wilder than I thought!" Harvey exclaimed, which was about all that he could say in this situation, given how deeply his cock went inside her.

Harvey continued pounding Katrina like the wildcat that she was, kissing her with the hunger in his eyes that he also saw in hers......he also began toying with her nipples with one hand and and stroking her clit with the other. If he could get a couple more releases out of this vixen before he came again, it would be a truly delicious experience.

 

[missmaddy]

Katrina

His fingers tugged at my sensitive nipples. Then he touched my clit. Another explosion sent me spinning. He continued to plunge his rigid shaft deep into my steamy passage again and again. My body trembled and shook with uncontrollable spasms. I didn’t think I could take much more. I heard a scream and then another and realized it was coming out of my mouth.

“Please… please,” I begged, “I… I can’t take anymore.”

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire, Attorney-At-Law

"No more cumming and going, Kat? Well, time for me to cum, but I'm not going anywhere yet," Harvey teased her as his cock jerked and his balls twitched, and then he pumped a fairly largely load inside her, letting him slump for a moment on top of her.

"Well, I think that I need to rise to my feet and get us some junk food. Gotta spike those calories that we just burned up. Have a sweet tooth, by any chance? I keep a half gallon of ice cream in here," Harvey offered, "could make us good for another round, if you're so inclined."

 

[missmaddy]

Katrina

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore he thrust deep and grunted. His cock pulsed inside me again and again filling me with his creamy ejaculate. When he was finished I collapsed back onto the floor breathing hard. He was still inside me. I felt my muscles twitch against him in a post-coital spasm.

“Thank you Harvey. You don’t know how much I needed that, but I best get going. I have a full schedule tomorrow. And don’t think this changes anything. Next time I see you in court I will be the one “skewering” you.”

I adjusted my clothes and went to the bathroom to make sure I was presentable in public. I kissed Harvey on the cheek and headed back down the street to my car. It had been a most interesting day.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Harvey Vance Nash VIII, Esquire, Attorney-At-Law

Harvey chuckled at how well Katrina had handled her end of the grudge fuck. Granted, he had been willing to keep nailing her all night long and send her home sober, but.....

"It's been fun, Katrina, but, yes, if you must go sooner, well, just drive safely. Back to the battle of the sexes. If you're going to 'skewer' me again, as you put it, though, you might want to do it soon. I'm up for the bench next March. Seems the Governor likes my style. Don't worry, I won't hold a grudge. I'm about done with this racket and Clement Baker was the final nail in that coffin. We'll see if you can make 2-2 before then. By the way, you're the best grudge fuck I've ever had, and that's saying a lot," Harvey let her know.

When she closed the door, Harvey laughed to himself, "Like hell you'll skewer me, babe. Like hell."

With that, he dipped out a bowl of butter pecan and settled in for the night.