Page 155 of King’s Ransom

‘Isn’t she . . . uh . . . sixteen?’ I said.

‘Yup.’ Monty shook his head. ‘Rich dudes. Even their buddies’ underage daughters aren’t off limits. Okay, then, now we come to the ladies who appear more than once in Mr King’s collection. He kept them in their own individual folders.’

And as I watched this next set of videos, it became apparent that I knew most of these women.

First was Yasmina Ivanova.

She appeared in four of the videos.

This made sense since she was, after all, King’s wife.

But the date stamps of her encounters were old.

I felt no sexual reaction at all watching my client have sex with Aristo King.

She was an objectively attractive woman by any standard, and while she seemed to enjoy the first two recorded encounters with her husband, she seemed to have little desire during the latter ones.

The last sex tape featuring Yasmina was from over a year ago.

I recalled her saying she rarely went to the penthouse at 59West anymore.

The second repeat player was also someone I knew of.

Madison Barnes, the nanny.

Most of her visits with Aristo King occurred in the daytime.

And the date stamps were both old and recent.

Indeed, the recent ones had occurred within the last few weeks. One had even occurred on December 19th, only two days before the events of December 21st.

Even after Maddie had had a son with King five years ago, she still popped up to his apartment to have the odd booty call with him.

She was in six videos.

I blinked in surprise when I first saw the third multiple partner.

It was Mia Kimura.

King’s executive assistant.

The petite Asian-American woman shouted loudly as she sat astride him, her small breasts bouncing with her vigorous sexual exertions.

On two occasions when they’d had sex, it had been during the day and she was still wearing her chic skirt suit and heels. King had just hiked up her skirt to her hips.

She was in four videos, all recent.

We came to the last four videos.

And I reared back in complete surprise when I saw the same woman in all of them having spirited sex, both in the middle of the day and late at night, with Aristo King.

It was his first wife, Winnie Tan.

‘Can you pause it, please?’ I said.

Monty paused the clip, freezing it on a still image of Winnie Tan, naked and astride Aristo King, her head thrown back in orgasmic delight.

‘King reconnected with his first wife?’ I said.