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CHAPTER SIX

It hadn't been entirely by accident that Fred Holden made a spot-check on The Camera's Eye account being handled by his company. He had seen the name in the long list of small business accounts, and since he had visited the place, taking those beautiful color shots of that luscious blonde, he had a natural curiosity about its finances. Twenty dollars for an half-hour session, plus the camera rental and the cost of the film, was a pretty good tab. Hell! The woman who runs the place must be making a bundle out of it!

About ten minutes of work showed him that there was something definitely wrong with the books. Part of his job was running spot-checks like this, and it bothered him that somebody working under him would take such chances. He knew, also, that if anything went wrong, his own job could be in jeopardy. He called in the junior accountant, who had been servicing the account for Miss Sloan.

"Damn it, Leon, if an IRS man ever went over this, he'd hang everybody in sight!"

"What do you mean, Mr. Holden…?"

"Look! After about five minutes of checking, I knew there was something fishy… and in ten minutes I found where the smell was coming from!" Fred explained. "There must be two sets of books!"

"That's impossible!"

"It's got to be! I've been out there myself. I know how many studios she has, the number of models working there… and business is booming. The figures in this audit don't even begin to add up to what Miss Sloan's taking out of the place… and I figure you must be helping her to cover it up!"

"Well…" Leon Canfield fidgeted. "She's got heavy overhead expenses… and…"

"That's crap, Leon, and you know it!" Holden exploded. "What's in it for you… to make false audits like this?"

Canfield knew he'd been caught. He'd expected it for some time. Looking at the floor, he mumbled, "Nothing… She's not paying me anything!"

"It isn't money…?" Fred had been sure that that was the answer. "Then, what in hell is it that would make you stick your neck out like this… not to mention mine and the company's?"

"Well… it's kind of a deal between Miss Sloan and me…"

"What kind of a deal, Canfield?" Fred was becoming exasperated with the man's evasiveness.

"It's kind of… well, you know… personal…"

"With her?" Fred barked. "You've got something going with her…?"

"No… not with her!" Leon admitted. "If you knew her, you'd know that that's out! She goes for other women…"

Christ! The answer he was fishing for had been too obvious. "Then… it must be women? Those models working there…?" Fred queried.

"Yeah… that's it," Canfield mumbled. "Linda feeds me names, addresses and telephone numbers…"

"Is that all…?"

"No… She makes sure the girls are… well, you know cooperative!"

"How does she do that?"

"Oh, she's got ways… and they don't balk…"

"… So… you get to lay almost any one of them you want?"

"Just about…"

In a way Fred couldn't blame Leon Canfield for what he was doing; it was just that he hadn't been careful in the method of covering up. Damn! A real smart accountant could have come up with better ways of making her books look good… even to the IRS!

"Under the circumstances… I'm going to have to take this account away from you!" Fred told him. "It stinks… and it's going to have to be done, again… before somebody gets wise, and we both lose our jobs!"

"You mean… you're going to let me off the hook, Mr. Holden?" Leon's bland face broke into a semblance of a grin.

"Yeah… Yeah, I think that's the best thing. I'll take care of it… after I go out there and have a nice long talk with Miss Sloan!"

The junior accountant left the office and Fred's mind raced, figuring some angles. Hell! I just might be able to make it work… for me!

Picking up the telephone Fred called The Camera's Eye, and made an appointment with Miss Linda Sloan, owner and operator of the Rent-a-Model studio; then, he leaned back in his comfortable swivel chair and thought it all out.

An hour later he was seated across the desk from the green-eyed, strawberry-blonde woman with the striking figure, fore-armed with the knowledge that she was a lesbian and therefore not fair game. It would be more like making a deal with another man, he decided, for he was sure that she was a shrewd one, when it came to business matters.

"Canfield's out!" Holden told her flatly.

"I'm not sure I understand…?"

"He was doing a cover-up job for you… one that was done so badly, it could have been smelled a mile away!" Fred explained. "As a matter of fact, he was too stupid to do it right!"

"I don't know what you're talking about…"

"Your books… and certain favors in exchange for trying to make your books look good!"

"Then, you found out…?"

"Yes! In about five minutes!"

"… And, what do you want… Mr. Holden…?" Her green eyes surveyed him shrewdly, knowing that he was after something. "Can you do a better job than Leon…?"

"Damned right I can… and since he's out of the picture, I'll just take over where he's leaving off!"

"Such as…?"

"Well… let's start with the full name, address and telephone number for Susan, number one-one-five!"

"… And, what if I refuse to deal with you…?"

"I could have an IRS man here in about an hour! He'd want to see all of your books for the past two or three years…" Fred smiled at her crookedly. "And, I suppose that I wouldn't have to tell you what the results of that would be…?"

"You're bluffing…!?"

"Like hell!" He reached for the telephone on her desk.

Miss Sloan's cool, well-manicured hand stopped him. "Wait!" she said. "Maybe we can talk about it…"

"Okay! Let's talk!" Holden growled. "The first thing we do is cancel your account with my company! I'll take your account in my private practice at home… and I'll be able to fix you up with an audit that's fool-proof!"

"You're sure!"

"Positive!"

"All right, Mr. Holden… you've got yourself a deal!"

"Okay… call my boss and cancel your service!"

"Right now?"

"Right now!" he told her firmly. "They'll want it in writing, but start the ball rolling with the phone call!"

"… And after that…?"

"I'd like to have the information on Susan!"

"I can't give it to you, now," Linda Sloan said. "I'll have to have a day… to make sure she'll… cooperate!"

"Why…?"

"She's married… and she's one of those who've never been a part of Leon Canfield's little scheme!"

"Then, he never got to her…?"

"That's right… Mr. Holden," she smiled. "I never let him talk me into it! She's kind of special…"

"Keeping her for yourself…?" Fred guessed.

"I was… but that was just changed by our agreement. I won't hold out on you!"

"That's kind of you…" It was a sarcastic tone he used. "… And, tomorrow afternoon… after I've got what I want… we'll start fixing up your books… okay…?"

"All right… and I suppose after Susan, you'll be wanting more of the same…?"

"You're right! Aren't there enough of them to go around… for both of us…?"

"Yes… I suppose so… but in the case of this sweet, little thing… I sort of hate to do what I have to do to her… to set her up for you!" Linda frowned.

"I didn't know you cared. It's just business isn't it?"

"Yes… I guess so… Just business…"

"… And, business is good… isn't it, Miss Sloan?" Fred jabbed.

Susan's lower lip trembled with fear and indignation. She was in Linda Sloan's office, because her employer had called her in to talk to her. "Why… these pictures are… horrible!" she cried. "I-I didn't think you'd…"

"Do this to you?" Miss Sloan asked. "I have to!"

Susan's eyes queried her mutely.

"There's a man… who knows about something I've done, something that if it were known could…" Linda paused, trying to phrase it just the right way. "I could go to prison… if it were known!"

"He's blackmailing you…?"

"Yes, if that's what you want to call it…" Linda admitted, "but he wants you…! So, I've got to do what he says… by giving him your name and address… and making sure that you cooperate with him!"

"You mean he wants to…?"

"To fuck you!" Linda finished indelicately.

"Oh, God! No!" Susan gasped.

"I'm afraid it's true! That's why I have to show you these pictures and tell you… that if you don't ball him… I'll have to go to your husband… or at least make sure that he gets a set of them! It could ruin your marriage… you know!"

"… So… you're blackmailing me… to protect yourself?" Susan flared, seeing it all clearly, and hating this woman, who planned to use her in such a despicable way.

"Yes… That's the way it is!"

Susan looked at the vivid color pictures on Miss Sloan's desk, again, her insides churning, as she saw that her face was clearly recognizable in almost every one of them… and all of the photos showed in great detail exactly what was happening.

Linda and Susan's naked bodies were depicted writhing on the couch, kissing, breast fondling, then there was that horrible dildo strapped about Linda's hips, as she drove it deep up into Susan's tenderly receptive cunt. Finally, there was a whole sequence of pictures showing them as they performed mutual cunnilingus. Oh, my God! They're horrible!

"I'm going too… quit!"

"Suit yourself, honey… but it won't change anything at all! This man wants you… and you alone! If he doesn't get what he bargained for… he'll blow the whistle on me!" Miss Sloan told her, being as hard-boiled as she had to be.

"What have you done… to get into such a fix…?"

"I can't tell you that!"

"Is this man… somebody who's been a client…?"

"Yes… I'm sure he has!"

"… And, I have to… to…"

"Only if you don't want your husband to know… about us!"

"There isn't any way… I can keep from… doing it…?" Susan sobbed.

"No way!" Miss Sloan assured her grimly. "No way… at all!"