by Molly Hoffer
The investigator also discovered that there was over 5 billion in the trust at that point, which was around 5 times more than the amount all of us had assumed was in it based on the amounts kids were paid out when they turned 25 and 30. This shifted the Judge’s sympathy to our side even more because it was clear that he was concealing financial details to actively swindle his family out of the funds that he was controlling.
Still, the question of my sexual impropriety was left hanging in the air, and the Judge told Kirk that this detail was preventing a clear-cut ruling in the case. Seeing that this was the case, Kirk re-directed his ex-CIA spy away from fiscal matters and into sexual activities.
The spy, let’s call him… Mr. Smith, spent the next week bugging every car James used, every one of the houses and hotels he visited, and even put bugs into James’ own shoes, glasses, and rings to make sure that he had a clear view and audio for whatever it was that James was doing in his time away from home and work.
In the first couple of days of this spy mission, James went about his usual routine, and Mr. Smith started to think that they would have to return to other items in the pile. But then, on the third day, during a trip to the restroom on his lunch break, he said to a young man, who happened to be his secretary, “Hey Jimmy, how about a quickie?” Jimmy, if that was his real name, obliged by going into a stall with James and sucking him off for around half-an-hour, until he checked his clock and showed it to James, who motioned him to hurry up, and he did, sucking James off with determination and vigor, until James exploded all over Jimmy’s face. Then, Jimmy washed his face in the sink and James adjusted his tie and belt, and they both returned to work.
Mr. Smith sent the footage to Kirk and me, and while I couldn’t stomach watching the details, Kirk had a good laugh over it. We decided to keep Mr. Smith on the project until we had some more evidence, and perhaps somebody that was more willing to testify in court than Jimmy, who we assumed was too attached to James in his secretariat role, and would be too embarrassed by the position he was taking in the video (which was on his knees, if that wasn’t clear), that he wasn’t likely to testify.
I remembered later on that there were many days when James didn’t come home after work when he had a social engagement that night. So, James didn’t go home that night too, and instead gave a strange address in Harlem to the driver. His driver wasn’t surprised by the request and sped through a few red lights at twenty-miles over the speed limit to get James to the destination. It was a stand-alone three-story house. The driver parked on the street across from the front door, and opened the limo’s door to help James out. James then tipped the driver and knocked at the house. A tall muscular African American man opened the door, and led James into the living room, where there were around twenty people, who were all fucking with spunky vigor. The theme was dominant-and-submissive, as some of the men and women were being whipped. There were also a couple of groups of five men screwing a single woman with humongous boobs and butt. I got the details of these boobs and butt when James approached one of these groups, and after dropping his pants to the floor, began screwing the woman, as she complimented him with moans, “Uuuh, aaaah! Do it to me big boy!” His boy wasn’t that big, but she was a fantastic actress.
The actions that followed were very graphic, and James apparently got into numerous positions, and engaged in just about every sexual perversity possible in just three hours. I didn’t watch all that, but I had to review a few key compromising stills, which we then used to present a request for a settlement to my… daddy.
We held a meeting on the following morning to review the materials we had gathered thus far. Only Kirk, Mr. Smith and I were at that particular meeting because it was pretty delicate.
“Should we attempt to convince the guys or girls at that party to serve as witnesses at the trial?” I asked.
“I ran some plates, and so many of them have records, I doubt they’d be credible witnesses,” Mr. Smith objected.
“I doubt he’d want to keep pushing this lawsuit if we gave him some samples of what we have and ask him if he’s willing to settle,” Kirk suggested.
“What if he complains that we were spying on him?” I asked, pretty concerned about being convicted of stalking or something.
“As you’ll recall the trust specifically allows for spying to determine eligibility in the trust, so certainly it allows it to determine eligibility to supervise the trust?” Kirk wisely replied.
“True, very true,” I agreed, happy at seeing a gleam of hope.
Kirk called James’ private cell phone and asked for a private meeting, saying that he really wouldn’t want lawyers present for what he was about to show him. James pressured him for more details over the phone, bur Kirk insisted that they really had to meet in person.
James came by Kirk’s law office and Kirk slid copies of the stills we had picked over to James for his review. James needed a couple of moments to realize what the pictures were.
He teared up, as he noticed a picture of Jimmy giving him a blowjob.
“How can you do this to me!? What kind of a monster are you!?” he exclaimed, as Kirk later reported to me.
“You’re the one that raised the issue of your daughter’s sexual activities, so we have to present these in court to prove that you have been engaging in questionable extramarital activities yourself.”
“No, anything but that, I can’t have these come out in the press!” James shrieked, horrified.
“Then agree to your daughter’s demands for access to the funds that are rightfully hers and otherwise follow our requests in this trial…”
“Yes, yes, of course, whatever you guys say,” James begged.
“And,” Kirk added, seeing that James would give an arm and a leg at that point, “agree to enter a health addiction treatment clinic, and explain what you have been doing to your wife. She deserves the truth.”
“I can’t show her those pictures!” James exclaimed.
“No, of course not, but you have to explain that you have a problem. You are exposing her to sexually transmitted diseases and…”
“OK, OK, fine, yes, I’ll tell her.”
Afraid that we would leak the pictures if he didn’t act immediately, he met with his lawyers and told them to make a complete surrender to all of my demands in the case. He also immediately met with my mom and gave her a summary of his sexual addiction problems. It was perhaps lucky that he enrolled in an addiction retreat that evening because if he stuck around, she probably would’ve killed him later that night. She did file for divorce a couple of month later when James exited the retreat and she found out, via a private investigator of her own, that he was having a couple of affairs at the retreat.
While James was retreating, he was voted out as the manager of Kashion, and out of his spot as the supervisor of the Szabo Trust. This role was transferred to his brother, as the next in-line for the Szabo inheritance, and the party with the second largest stock holding in the Szabo corporation. Because James had mismanaged funds, he suffered a lot of fiscal penalties, that added up to a huge share of his Szabo stocks, which were transferred in portions to other members of the family. The vacation homes, boats and other properties that he bought illegally were also distributed. I got a new condo in the Keys, and have frequented it frequently since.
If we had gone to trail, it would’ve been half-a-decade before I saw a penny, but we reached a speedy settlement, with me pocketing the largest share because I had filed the lawsuit. My take was around $200 million and control over my fashion company, which had disintegrated slightly without me, but was still operational when I moved back into my old place above the shop.
Kirk, my faithful lawyer, got $2 million and so much press coverage that he made over $20 million from other clients across the following year, so he insisted on doing any future lawsuits I file against my family for free.
But I have digressed from the central topic of my story, my darling soul brother, Nick. As Kirk advised
us, he did not make an appearance in court, and he did not give interviews to the media, that is before the case was officially settled.
I was living with him in our tiny apartment, and working steadily in my job up to the last day when the Court sealed the settlement deal. When Kirk finally called me with the news that I had won, I turned to Nick, who was sitting at the kitchen table with me, and said, “We won, it’s time for us to move out of this dump.”
Nick shrugged, like he usually did, “Whatever, that’s cool,” he said.
“Whatever?” I asked him, laughing, as I hung up on Kirk to have this conversation, “come on, you know you want to get out of this rat-hole more than I do!”
Nick thought about it for a few moments, weighing something deep and significant. “I guess this means we’re legal?” he asked finally.
“Yea, we’ve been outted and found innocent of all sexual wrong doing,” I said, winking at him.
“That’s cool… I thought maybe they’ll throw us in jail for doing it or something…”
“That would’ve been crazy,” I said, thinking about spending time behind bars just because I hadn’t found a spiritual connection with any guy I hadn’t lived with before fucking our brains out.
“We’re gonna to be just fine,” I comforted him. I went over, rubbed his cheeks and kissed both of them.
“Yea baby, we’re gonna be stellar!” he exclaimed, smiling.
He picked me up into the air by the shins. I squealed, and was terrified for a moment that his leg would fracture from my weight. But, Nick was smiling, and his clear face didn’t show a hint of any pain. He wasn’t even thinking about his old injury. He turned me, so that he was holding me behind my back and under my folded legs, and carried me to our little folding bed.
He kissed me all over, on my neck, on my earlobe, on my nipples, and spent over an hour on my clit. It was a very sensuous night, and we both felt a renewed attraction that lay dormant amidst all of our financial hardships, lawsuits, and injuries. The clouds had, at least for the moment, lifted, and we were perfectly happy in an orgasm-filled night of passion.
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