Requiem for Moses by William X. Kienzle Read Free Book Online Page B

and guided him into her. She did have a few erotic moves. His orgasm came quickly and in seconds was complete.
    No sooner was he finished than she left the bed and hurried into the bathroom, whence came the unmistakable sounds of vomiting.
    It was the ultimate turnoff. He dressed hurriedly and, without bothering to check on her well-being—physical or mental—departed.
     
    He was at Virago early the next morning. Too early; he’d had far too much to drink after he got home. But there were things that needed doing, and he was the only one capable of making these decisions.
    He was unsure what to make of that fiasco with Judy last night. There was no doubt she would add an unprecedented touch of class to the club. But he now had serious doubts about her mistress role.
    Having learned, or so he thought, from his experience with Margie, he had never married. But if he hadn’t had a limitless supply of condoms, he could easily have become known as the latter-day Father of our Country.
    Still, he had been completely fooled by Judy. The way she danced, the way she looked, the way she acted—he might even, in time, have considered marriage.
    But now—well that was out of the question. Hell, he doubted that he’d ever again even attempt sex with her.
    Such were his thoughts when Joe Blinstraub knocked and entered the office. He held out a packet that had been hand-delivered for Cameron. It contained a videocassette and an envelope. Taped to the cassette was a typed note that read, “Play this first.”
    Cameron, puzzled, handed the cassette to Blinstraub, who inserted it into the VCR.
    The furrows in Cameron’s forehead deepened momentarily, as a few blurry lines appeared on the screen. His eyes narrowed and his lips tightened as the blurred lines cleared to capture last night’s romp in Judy’s bed. With no lead-in to what had actually taken place, it looked for all the world as if he had raped the girl.
    In a rage, he ripped open the envelope and read the enclosure:
    Jake:
    You never looked better.
    A couple of things you ought to know: One, the young lady you were with is not Judy Young. She is Judith Green, my daughter. And two, Young is a small pun on my part. Actually, she is fifteen, not eighteen.
    Jake, all this comes down to statutory rape. With more than enough evidence.
    But why should I threaten you? Especially when we are about to merge the ownership of Virago—and all future Viragos.
    What are partners for, anyway?
    Your new partner,
    Moe
    P.S. My lawyer will be calling on your lawyer.
    Cameron crumpled the letter and slam-dunked it in the wastebasket. “Have you figured it out yet, Joe?”
    Blinstraub shook his head.
    “Judy Young, our star for the day, is really Judith Green.”
    Blinstraub’s mouth dropped open. After a few moments, he shook his head. “Wait—you didn’t really—!”
    “Damn it, Joe, I laid her , I didn’t rape her!”
    “Okay, okay—”
    “You remember her age on the résumé?”
    “Eighteen, wasn’t it?”
    “Right: eighteen. And guess what? Guess how old she really is.”
    “Uh … not fifteen!”
    “Right again, Joe. And that’s statutory. They’ve got the tape. And, in exchange for letting Green into our organization, he’ll sit on the evidence.”
    “Blackmail!”
    Cameron, teeth gritted, nodded.
    “Isn’t there anything we can do?”
    “You’re a lawyer. Anything come to mind?”
    Blinstraub, eyes closed, shook his head. “No.”
    “Better get ready, Joe. Green’s attorney will be calling—today, I’ll bet.”
    “And the girl—Judy Young—uh, Green—what about her?”
    “She gave quite a performance. If you knew all that went on last night, you’d figure that she was just a nervous virgin. I’m tellin’ you, Joe, it wasn’t even close to rape. But damned if she didn’t make it look like rape. Oh, yeah, quite a performance. But her final curtain. I don’t think we’ll be seeing her again.”
    THE PRESENT
    “And so we haven’t,” Cameron