The Price of A Divorce (M/MM)

[KidnappedCowboy]

Just a short one, as I work on continuations of others:

The Price of a Divorce


Bill and Fred had established their own law firm after graduating law school together, and ten years later they had built quite a reputation for themselves as personal injury and divorce attorneys. They ran a “distinguished” law practice with offices overlooking the harbor, and – of course – they charged top dollar for their expertise. Unfortunately, Bill and Fred had also made a few enemies along the way. One guy who thought the two had shafted him big time was Vinnie “The Muscle” Jamboni, whom Bill and Fred had successfully sued for alienation of affection on behalf of the now former Mrs. Karla (with a K) Jamboni. That divorce had cost Vinnie a large chunk of change and hurt his reputation among his “associates.” Vinnie’s “associates” were in the “construction business,” and Vinnie wasn’t about to let two hotshot counselors get away with making him look like a tool. He wasn’t called “The Muscle” for nuthin’! And besides Karla (with a K) had had plenty of amorous relations with others during their marriage – among them two of her ex’s “associates!” Vinnie made sure those two each received a pair of cement shoes for cuckolding him. Those wise guys now slept with Tony the Tuna – if you get my drift! Vinnie still itched for revenge against those who had helped Karla (with a K) untangle the married knot to him. It’d be too obvious, if Vinnie went after Karla (with a K), but if Vinnie went after the ambulance chasers she hired to shaft him, such revenge would be pretty sweet!

It turned out payback was a piece of cake for Vinnie. All he had to do was wait one Friday evening outside Bill and Fred’s fancy law office downtown until their staff went home. He had cased the joint for some weeks beforehand. He knew that the two partners usually stayed later than their staff on Fridays. So, when the office was empty except for the two attorneys, Vinnie had no problem going through the darkened corridors unobserved. He decided to surprise Bill first. Of the two attorneys, Bill was the one most satisfied with himself. A pumped-up peacock, the pompous pleader always wore suspenders with his bespoke suits. Vinnie remembered how Bill had looked down his nose through his horn-rimmed glasses as he cross-examined Vinnie! Just wait until Bill found out what Vinnie had in store for him and his swindling partner!

Bill was busy reading some briefs in his expansive office with the balcony a few floors directly above the waters of the harbor when Vinnie quietly entered his office. It wasn’t until Vinnie cocked his Saturday Night special that Bill looked up.

“What the Hades…”

“Don’t make another sound! Get your partner on the line and tell him to come in here. Don’t do anything stupid!”

Bill did as he was told. When Fred entered his office, Vinnie was standing behind the door. Before Fred could ask his partner what was so urgent, he felt Vinnie’s gun poking him in the back.

“Nice of you to join us, Counselor! I see you’re still wearing that mutton chops beard you sported when I last saw you in court. You may be more of a stuff-shirt than your weaselly partner. Get over there and stand next to him!”

“What pray tell do you want?” Fred asked superciliously.

“Revenge – You two made me look like a fool at my divorce hearing from Karla (with a K). She’s now sipping margaritas in Mexico with her no-good boyfriend all on my dime!’

“My good man…see here…” Bill began to explain in his snooty Southampton lockjaw tone.

“Shaddup you pompous piece of poop!” Vinnie barked. Tossing a bag at Fred, Vinnie told him to take the rope out of the bag and tie his partner’s hands behind his back!

“First – take your pocket square and handkerchief out. Ball them up and shove them in his trap. Next – take his pocket square out and cleave-gag him with it! I don’t want another peep out of him!”

“MMMPPPHHHMMMMPPPPHHH!!!!” Bill grunted as Fred first stuff-gagged him with his own kerchiefs and then Bill’s own linen pocket square!

“MMMMPPPHHH!” Bill moaned some more as Fred lashed his wrists together.

“Okay, Beardy! Your turn!”

“Wait, we have some money!” Fred tried to plead!

“I know. I’m going to take it! Put a sock in it!”

Vinnie thought to himself…yeah, that is a good idea…put a sock in it! He made Fred kneel on the floor while he tied his hands behind his back. Once he was done, Vinnie took off his own sweaty socks, balled one up, shoved it in Fred’s mouth, and then used its odorous mate to cleave-gag him too!

“MMMPPPHEWPPPMMMWW!!!” Phew!! Fred recoiled from the sweaty smell and stared helplessly up at his similarly distressed partner!

“Haven’t changed my socks since yesterday. I worked up quite a sweat in them. Hope you like it! Ha! Ha! Ha! I better make sure you two don’t go anywhere.” Forcing both men to lie face down on the floor, Vinnie tied their feet together.

“Don’t go away, boys! I’m coming back with some bags of cement! You two need a new pair of shoes to replace your Gucci loafers…paid for with my mullah I might add! You’ll be dancing with the fish in your new cement shoes before the end of tonight!!! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Vinnie left Bill and Fred as he went to retrieve the cement mix and buckets. Both partners looked at each other and started to squirm around the parquet floor as they sought a means of escaping their fate! All the while, each blamed the other for taking Karla (with a K) on as their client!

“MMMMPPPHHH!!! U GUH HUR MMMMPPPHHHH!!!” You got her!

“MMMPPPHHH UH UH MMMPPPPHHHH!!!” Uh Uh! You!

“NU! U! MMMMPPPPHHHH!!” No! You!
“MMMMPPPPPHHHH!!! U! MMMPPPPHHHHHH!” You!

Back and forth they went spewing blame at each other. And try as they might, Bill and Fred could not break free from their bonds.

When Vinnie came back, he deposited some bags of cement and two buckets next to the bound barristers. And then he got to work…mixing the cement and opening the door out to the balcony.

“Figured you two should go down together!” Vinnie made a point of order.

“Mmmppphh! Uuuggghhhuuttthhhuuunn!” Objection!

“Mmmppphhh! Uuhh Uuppphhhuuulllth! I appeal!

Vinnie just laughed! There would be no stay of execution that day!

TO BE CONTINUED…???

[Volobond]

Looks like it's curtains for the cocky counselors! Should they escape this, I'm sure they'll have to be more discerning about future clients - no more cuckolding Karlas-with-a-K who have vengeful Vinnies-with-an-IE waiting in the wings to write their death warrants!

Not to mention quite a nice use of both pocket square and sock gags!

[gag1195]

As dramatic as Vinnie is being, and rightfully so, swindled as he was, I think he is being too brash! He needs to bend these two loathsome lawyers to his will! As odious as they may be, they are clearly quite skilled. And having two bitched barristers on his tight leash will only help his perfectly legitimate organization thrive! And ensure that there are no repeat issues with any future Karlas (with Ks)!

Great start! Excited to see how things end up for these two!

[Guardianbound]

I'm going to second the idea of having 2 captive legal advisors to get rid of future trouble. Seems like our two poor attorneys are going down though, cement shoes and all, unless Vinnie has other needs that need fulfilling...

[DeeperThanRed]

As always, your writing is a blast to read!

Looks like the two partners can't sweet talk their way out of this one! Let's hope Vinnie goes through a change of heart and realize that there's a lot if ways to use two handsome legal experts to get back the money he lost toKarla (with a K).

[KidnappedCowboy]

@Volobond

Karla (with a K) may have had her reasons for cuckolding Vinnie, and he may have second thoughts about signing the death warrants of the attorneys.

@gag1195 and @Guardianbound

You've convinced me. The loathsome twosome deserve to have the verdict appealed.

@DeeperThanRed

Vinnie may indeed have a change of heart, but it remains to be seen if Karla (with a K) has left him coldhearted.

Thank you, guys, for your comments. You inspire me!