Shakira's Divorce
by Arby



Shakira Thomas-Crawford sat at her desk, staring out the window. Normally she
would have dived into the mountain of paperwork that was in front of her, but
not today. Something was not right in her marriage. Since she was almost still
a newlywed, it was very disturbing. She had married Taylor Crawford III less
than six months ago and she had noted a distinct change in him recently. He
was a partner in one of the oldest, most prestigious law firms in the city and
before the wedding he had told her that he would be required to work many late
nights. Recently when he was supposed to be working, Shakira had tried to call
him, but he was not answering his office phone. When she called his cell, he
always had an excuse for not answering the office phone. She had heard that he
had a roving eye, and now she was suspicous.

Shakira had come up the hard way. Born to a crack addict mother and a father
whom she had never met, she had seemed destined to wind up like her mother and
sisters. However, early on she had fallen under the influence of Rick
Bartlett, a detective on the police force whom she had met while he was
invedtigating a robbery in the area, and he had helped keep her on the
straight and narrow. She was an athletic child and was the point guard on her
high school basketball team. She lead them to the state championship in her
final year in school. Rick had set out to get her a college scholarship and
had sent video highlights to several college coaches. Both he and Sharika were
very surprised when none other than Pat Summit, the legendary coach at the
University of Tennessee had come calling. Shakira accepted a full ride
scholarship there, and while maintaining a straight A average had been the
point guard on two national championship teams while at Tennessee. She then
applied to and was accepted to Emory University's school of law. After
graduation and passing the bar exam she had accepted a positon in a free law
clinic representing low income clients who could not afford the more
traditional and much more expensive law firms.

She had met Taylor Crawford III at a conference and he had asked her out. She
accepted and they had hit it off right from the start. Taylor was from one of
the oldest and wealthiest families in the state. He took her to meet his
family, who was violently opposed to his dating a black woman. She won them
over with her stunning beauty and her charming personality.

The same could be said for his law firm, so they had set a wedding date.
Things had been great for the first four months after the wedding, but she
then had noticed the change in Taylor. She called her old friend and mentor,
Rick Bartlett and told him of her concerns. "It's probably nothing, but I'll
check into it" Rick told her. She thought nothing more about it until today.
While she was sitting and staring out the window, the phone rang. It was Rick.
"I need to talk to you." he said. "How about lunch?" She agreed to meet him
for lunch. The morning seemed to drag by and take forever to pass. She had
thrown herself into her work, but found herself checking the time every five
minutes. Finally noon arrived and she grabbed her purse and left to meet Rick
at the restaurant they had chosen. She slipped behind the wheel of the Lexus
SC 450 that Taylor had purchased for her.

Shakira pulled up to the valet parking for the restaurant and let the kid who
was parking cars take hers. She slipped the claim check in her purse.

When she entered she saw that Rick was already there and seated. She had not
seen him lately but she thought he was aging gracefully. Rick was now in his
sixties but he had kept up with Shakira ever since the days of her youth when
they first met. He stood up as she approached. They hugged and he kissed her
on the cheek. They sat down and a waiter appeared immediately. They ordered
drinks and took the menus. "I have news for you" Rick told her. The waiter
arrived with their drinks, a glass of Chardonnay for Sharika and a Woodford
Reserve bourbon for Rick. They clicked glasses and ordered their food. When
the waiter had left, Shakira looked at Rick and said "Well?". Rick looked at
her and started. "Your husband did not work last night. He went to see a woman
in Buckhead. Her name is Alexandria Woodley. This his her address". He handed
her a slip of paper with the address of a luxury high rise in Buckhead written
on it.

"Apartment #1155" he said. Shakira had suspected as much but now she had
comfirmation. The food arrived and they ate in near silence. As they were
leaving Rick said to her "If there is anything else I can do to help you, just
give me a call." She thanked him and got her car. She slowly drove back to
work, trying to figure out what course of action she pursue.

Shakira did not want to get a divorce, she felt that would be admitting
defeat. She sat her desk, her work mostly untouched. She finally made up her
mind. She would go see this woman, this Alexandria Woodley and reason with
her. She immediately began to research her on the computer. She found out that
like Taylor, Alexandria came from money. They had known each other for a long
time, and had been considered a match but it never came off. Since this was
the day that Taylor played golf with his dad and then had dinner at the club,
she knew that he would not be going to see Alexandria tonight. Shakira decided
that she would go tonight.

Shakira sat outside the apartment building, trying to figure out how to get
inside without going through security. The security for this building was very
tight. Then an idea came to her and she drove back home. She went to Taylor's
desk and found a locked drawer. Calling up some of her old skills from her
youth, she picked the lock. There among a variety of items was the electronic
key for the elevator at Alexandria's building. Shakira leaped back in her car
and raced back to the building. She parked across the street and walked into
the lobby just as if she belonged there. She got to the elevator and swiped
the key. The door opened and she punched 11 for the floor. The doors closed
and she realized that no one had even paid any attention to her. She exited on
11 and looked for Alexandria's number 1155. She found it, and knocked on the
door. Alexandria opened it. Alexandria was a drop dead gorgeous blonde.
Shakira could readily see why men were attracted to her. She had a look of
utter surprise on her face when she saw Shakira. "What are you doing here?"
she asked. "We need to talk" Shakira replied, and pushed her way past
Alexandria into the apartment. Alexandria followed her saying. "You need to
leave right now or I'm calling security" Shakira ignored that threat and said,
"I know you have been seeing my husband. I also know that this is as much his
fault as it is yours, but it has to stop. Right now!" Alexandria sputtered. "I
certainly have not been seeing him". Shakira then produced the pictures that
Rick had taken and showed them to Alexandria. "Then this must be your twin
sister" Shakira said. "I told you that this has to stop. If you won't end it,
I will do it for you" she continued. Alexandria moved very close to Shakira
and shouted "For the last time, get out! Get out before you are very sorry you
ever came here" Shakira stepped back a bit and suddenly dropped her right fist
behind her knee and ripped it up into Alexandria's stomach. Alexandria lifted
up on her toes and then did a slow motion collapse to the floor where she lay
there gagging. She wrapped her arms around her injured belly. Shakira stood
over her and said, "That is only a very small sample of what you will get if
you see my husband again under any circumstances. I will find you and beat you
to a pulp and put you in the hospital." She turned to go then at the door
turned back. She walked slowly back over to Alexandria and reached down and
locked her fingers in the blonde hair. With a sudden show of strength she
jerked Alexandria to her feet. "This is just to make sure you remember what I
told you" she said. Once again Shakira drew back that deadly fist and buried
it deep in Alexandria's already hurting belly. This time the blonde lifted
completely off her feet and dropped to the floor. She could not hold back the
flood of vomit that poured out of her mouth. When she was finished, she lay
moaning and only half conscious in her own puke.

Shakira said "Have a nice evening, and remember what I told you"

Shakira left the apartment closing the door softly behind her. As she made her
way down the elevator and out to her car, she was thinking that she had not
had a fight since she was a teenager, but the way her fist sunk into
Alexandria's soft stomach really felt good.

Meanwhile, Taylor was still in his office. He had been working on a new
contract for one of the firm's clients. He checked the time and dialed
Alexandria's number. He kept a special phone, one of those pay as you go
phones so there would be no record of his calls. "I'm smarter that Tiger
Woods" he chuckled as he punched in the number. It took several rings before
she answered. Her voice sounded weak and like she was in a tunnel talking.
"Are you alright?" he asked. "Yes" she replied in that same voice. "I'll finsh
up here in a few minutes. How about I come by for a while?" There was silence
on the other end for quite some time. Then Alexandria replied. "No, that is
not a good idea." "Well then, how about tomorrow night?" he continued. "Not
tomorrow night either. Taylor, i'm not going to be able to see you again" she
stated. "What's the matter?" Taylor asked. Alexandria replied, "You are a
married man and I shouldn't have been seeing you at all. You should stay home
with your wife!" Alexandria who was naked looked down and saw the large bruise
that was starting to form on her stomach. She touched it and let out a small
grunt of pain. "No, Taylor, I'm not going to see you anymore. Goodbye!" and
with that she hung up the phone.

Taylor was puzzled, but he moved on to another name in his little black book.
This time he called Samantha Vickers. Samantha had just gotten a divorce, and
not only was she from a very wealthy family, she had received a huge
settlement in her divorce. She was eager to see Taylor and when he called she
told him to come right over. This time Shakira was not the trusting little
wife anymore and she was sitting in a rental car close to Taylor's Mercedes
when he came out. Her cell phone buzzed. it was Taylor. She answered and he
told her he had a case he had to work late on, and he wouldnt' be home for
quite a while. They chatted for a minute then he broke the connection. Shakira
watched him pull out of his parking space and head our of the underground
parking. She followed at a discreet distance in the rental car. She followed
as he drove directly to Samantha Vicker's house. It was a large, imposing
house what was called in the Atlanta area a "McMansion". She saw Samantha
greet Taylor at the door with a big kiss and take him inside. A blonde with
stunning good looks, Samantha was very much like Alexandria. Shakira was
seething, but she drove home in silence. At midnight she went to bed. She
awoke only briefly when Taylor entered their bedroom and slipped into bed.

When she got up the next morning, he was already gone. She got up and went
through her morning routine, which included a workout in their fully equipped
home gym. then she showered, dressed, ate some fruit and yogurt for breakfast
and went to work. Time seemed to move like molasses being poured. At 12:00 she
left. She said she might be a bit late getting back, she had some personal
errands to run. She headed the Lexus directly to Samantha Vickers' house. She
hesitated only seconds before exiting her car and walking up to the door. She
rang the doorbell and it was answered by a liveried butler. "Is Ms. Vickers
expecting you?" he asked. "Just tell her that Taylor Crawford's wife is here"
Shakira responded. The butler excused himself and went deep into the house. He
was back very shortly. "Ms. Vickers will see you. Please follow me." he said.
Shakira followed him throught the huge house until she came to a sunroom, that
was all glass.

Samantha Vickers was standing in the middle of the roo. "Well, this is a bit
awkward" she said. "Not at all" Shakira replied. "You have been seeing my
husband and I am here to ask you to stop". "You get right to the point, don't
you. Taylor is a big boy and quite capable of deciding whom he will see" she
answered. "Now get out of my house, before I have you thrown out." Shakira,
instead of leaving, walked over until she was right in Samantha's face. "If
you see my husband again, I will put you in the hospital." she growled through
clenched teeth. Samantha drew back her hand and attempted to slap Shakira.
Shakira blocked it with her left arm and then sent her right fist slamming
into the middle of Samantha's face. Her nose broke with a loud pop and blood
was flying everywhere. Samantha staggered back a few steps and fell right on
her butt. The butler suddenly appeared. Shakira said. "Ms. Vickers has had an
accident. I fear she had broken her nose, get a towel and some ice quickly."
The butler left rapidly to do as he had been instructed. Shakira leaned down
and said to Samantha. "That was just a small sample of what you will get if
you see Taylor again. I will come back to see you, but next time I won't be so
nice." The butler arrived with the towel and ice. "Sorry about your nose, but
you can't make an omlette without breaking some eggs".

Shakira drove back to her office and tried to carry on the rest of the day
like nothing had happened. However, she was beginning to have her doubts about
whether Taylor really loved her or not. The two women he had been seeing were
almost enough alike to be sisters. both tall, blonde and beautiful. Shakira
was beginning to think that Taylor had only married her because she was
different from all of the other women that Taylor had dated. He obviously had
a real thing for blondes. Shakira resolved to get to the bottom of what was
going on and the real reason tha Taylor had married her. When she got home
Taylor was not there. Shakira undressed and prepared to take a shower. She
then noticed that there was some blood on her blouse and just a bit caked on
the knuckles of her right hand. She smiled to herself. She turned to the full
length mirror in the bedroom. What she saw looking back at her was a very
attractive African-American woman, with an athletic, even somewhat muscular
body. That is the body that had always turned on Taylor. She had broad
shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, which was ridged with muscle, a very
apparent abdominal six pack. Then she thought that she had been working out
ever since she was in high school, so the muscle was hard earned. She
remembered the days of straining in the weight room at college along with her
teammates. She briefly wondered where many of them were now.

Meanwhile, Rich was once again getting ready for a night out, or so he
thought. He picked up his "special" phone which he had jokingly started
calling his "Tiger" phone and hit his speed dial for Samantha. She answered
after several rings. "Hi, it's Taylor. Can I come over?" he asked. There was a
moment of silence, then she answered. "Not tonight." He thought her voice
sounded funny. "I had and accident and broke my nose" she continued. " I won't
be able to see you for quite a while" she finally ended her end of the
comversation and hung up. Taylor was starting to reply when he heard the dial
tone. "That is weird." He thought. "Two of them in the same week". He decided
he would give his wife a thrill and get home early. For once he would have sex
with his wife. Sshakira had finished her shower, gotten something to eat. She
had dressed for bed after her shower, so she decided to turn in early. She was
asleep when Taylor arrived home. He rushed into the bedroom to find his wife
sound asleep. "I just can't catch a break" he said. He went back into the
family room and turned on the tv. He found a ballgame to watch, got a beer
from the fridge and sat down to watch it. After the game was over and he had
finished about 6 beers, he thought it was a good idea to wake Shakira up and
demand his rights as her husband. He stumbled into the bedroom and began to
shake her and none too gently. Shakira finally woke up, and saw him there. He
told her what he wanted. "You're drunk" she said. "You have been absent from
this bed most nights, now you come in here drunk as a skunk and start
demanding your rights. Go sober up and we can discuss it. Until you are sober
I'm going back to sleep". She rolled over facing away from him and closed her
eyes.

Taylor was angry. Here he had come home expecting his wife to welcome him with
open arms, and she had instead gone back to sleep. He reached down and shook
her again. "Wake up" he shouted. Shakira rolled over and looked up at him.
"Why don't you call up one of your girlfriends?" she snapped. Taylor was taken
aback. He thought that Shakira had not known about either of the women. "Yes,
I know all about Alexandria and Samantha. In fact, I paid each of them a
little visit. I encouraged them not to see you anymore, but the more I think
about it, the more I think that they are welcome to you. Then you can cheat on
them!" Taylor tried to bluster through it. "What do you mean girlfriends? I
don't have any girlfiends. I have known those two ever since we were kids, we
are all just good friends." Now Shakira was getting really angry. "They both
admitted to sleeping with you." Now Taylor tried to play the wounded husband
routine. "I didn't mean to do it. I love you." he wimpered. "You have a funny
way of showing it." Shakira said. "I will be seeing my attorney in the morning
and filing for divorce." Taylor was beside himself. "You can't do that. The
scandal would kill my family" You should have thought of that when you were
screwing those two bimbos. In the morning one of us is leaving this house. I
had better be you. Now get out of this bedroom!" Taylor turned to leave. "I
can get that wild idea out of her head tomorrow." he thought as he left the
room. Shakira attempted to sleep, but it was a very fitful sleep at best. She
couldn't put her finger on the exact moment that she had decided to divorce
Taylor, but she now knew that it was exactly the right thing for her to do.
She had a good job that would more than support her. She would probably get
some sort of settlement from Taylor. His family would see to that. They didn't
want the family's dirty laundry exposed in public so they would pay her hush
money if nothing else. However she was not thinking about money at all, just
about how hurt she was by her husband's actions.

Taylor decided he had had enough of this. He stormed back into the bedroom and
roughly put his hand on Shakira's shoulder. "Wake up" he demanded. Since she
was not asleep, that was not difficult to do. "I have decided I will not allow
you to divorce me" He was almost yelling now. He grabbed her again. "I said
wake up and listen to what you are going to do" Taylor went on. "You are going
to play the good little wife from now on if you know what's good for you".
Shakira was wide awake now. "Get away from me you creep" Her voice matched his
in volume. "I am defiinitely getting a divorce and there is nothing you can do
to stop it." She was sitting on the edge of the bed now. Taylor responded,
"I'll turn you over my knee and spank some sense into you". He had put his
hand on her shoulder again. Shakira just looked at him. "If you touch me
again, you'll be sorry!" was her answer in a very measured tone. "Okay, you
asked for it" he shouted and grabbed her by both arms, pulled her up, sat on
the bed and tried to place her over his knees. Shakira kicked free and fell on
to the floor. Still on the floor on her knees, she turned to face Taylor. "I
told you not to touch me again, now get out of here before I really lose my
temper and do something drastic!" "What is that, suck my dick again?" Taylor
had the habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Shakira knew how to
push his buttons. "No, because I probably couldn't find it." was her answer.
Now Taylor was even more angry. This time he stood and grasped her hair as if
to pull her to her feet. Shakira slipped both her hands inside of his arms and
easily broke his grip. "My arms are stronger than his" she thought as she
broke his hold. Now she scrambled to her feet. The couple was facing each
other about five feet apart.

"You know what I think right now, Taylor?" she asked. "I think you ar a huge
steaming, stinking pile of shit. Either you leave or I will." Shakira started
to walk into her huge walk-in closet to put on clothes. Taylor grabbed her,
spun her around and slapped her. Shakira stumbled back and caught her balance.
There was a trickle of blood coming out of her mouth. "If you ever touch me
again, you will be sorry" she snarled at him. "What are you going to do about
it?" he sounded like a little boy making a dare on the playground. "I'll beat
ehe shit out of you is what I'll do about it. If I were you, I wouldn't want
to find out about that." Taylor now was livid. He attempted to slap her again.
This time Shakira was ready for him. She blocked his slap with her left arm
and stepped in and gave him a dose of the medicine she had given Alexandria.
She buried her right fist up to the wrist in Taylor's soft belly. He
immediately started to fold up and was gagging. He couldn't breathe. Shakira
stepped back and Taylor slumped to the floor and rolled up into a fetal
position trying to relieve the agony that flooded his stomach. She stood over
him for a minute, be he showed no sign of recovering or getting up. He just
curled up there on the floor, whimpering. In disgust Shakira turned away and
returned to her closet. She pulled out a suitcase and began to take our
clothes to take with her. She knew that she had been in there at least fifteen
minutes when she heard a noise behind her. She turned and saw that Taylor had
finally gotten to his feet and was staggering around the room. She thought she
would try to reason with him one more time. She walked back into the bedroom
and spoke to him. Instead or responding with any kind of civil reaction Taylor
shouted at her "You fucking bitch" and lunged for her again. Shikira had
expected something like this from him so she was ready. That same fist

driven by her muscular body ripped into his gut again. Taylor stopped as if he
had run into a wall, lifted up on his toes and started to collapse to the
floor again. Shakira had seen all she wanted to of his aggressive behavior, so
she caught him before he could hit the floor. He was dangling there with only
her muscular arm holding him up. One more time she unloaded her potent fist
into his now very tender stomach. UUNNNNGGGGG! came out of Taylor's mouth
followed by his dinner on to the bedroom floor. Shakira still held him so some
of the refuse splased on to her. "Uck" she grunted. Taylor was in a bad way
now. Shakira backed him up to the wall and held him in place with her left
hand. She cocked her right hand into a big, hard fist. She just held him there
for a moment before deciding to give his belly a real working over. Eight
times she pumped that hard fist into Taylor's belly. With each savage blow her
groaned. "OOOHHHH"

After eight she stopped. Taylor was now just about out of it. Shakira regarded
her victim, which Taylor had become. She laughed when she couldn't tell when
he changed from husband to victim, however that is how she regarded him now.
After giving him a brief time to recover. Shakira began smashing her fist into
his face. First all that could be heard was the sound of bone on bone as her
hard fist smashed into the bones of his face. Then a cracking sound as those
bones began to break, then a soft thud as his face turned into just battered
flesh. Both of his eyes were beginning to rapidly turn black and purple and
swell shut. His nose resembled a squashed tomato spurting red. She finally
turned her attention to his mouth smashing that vicious fist into it and the
sound of teeth splintering filled the room. Finally she had done enough, she
was satisfied. She grasped Taylor by his shoulders and turned him toward the
center of the room. She loaded up that terrible fist behind her back and
brought it around in a John Wayne style roundhouse punch from way behind her.
She got everything she and into the punch and it exploded on Taylor's jaw like
a blast of tnt. His jaw shattered under her granite fist and he sailed
backward through the air and landed on the bed. Shakira looked down on him,
finally feeling a sense or relief that she had not felt for a long time. Then
she realized two things. Taylor had an erection, and she had reached an
orgasm. "The creep actually liked that" she thought. "Well if he wants more
I'll be more than happy to handle it for him" She finished packing, hauled her
clothes down to her car, and drove away. Taylor was still on the bed,
unconsious, blood dripping onto the sheets and pillowcase. A few weeks later
Shakira had her divorce. As she had suspected, Taylor's family wanted to cover
up the circumstances of the divorce. She was given three million dollars to
keep quiet about it, and to leave town. As her car headed south, Shakira
smiled and thought "I always wanted to go to Miami, anyway."