It's a romp in the swamp!
Bill’s Cajun House of Pleasure
by Alan Lampe
Genre
Historical Fiction
It's a romp in the swamp of historic proportions!
Eager young reporter Jimmie Rains is assigned to write an exposé on the treatment of elderly residents of Our Lady of Sorrows Nursing Home. He soon finds that all the residents speak in awe and hushed tones of the life led by legendary fellow resident Bill Valencourt.
As a teenager, Bill was sent to work for his cranky and demanding uncle who ran a bordello on the edge of the swamp. His girlfriend, Anne Marie, was less than happy with this arrangement. As the granddaughter of the famous swamp witch Marie Laveau, she believes her magic is strong enough to keep Bill from straying. She seduces him, believing the taking of his virginity will bind him to her for all time.
When his uncle is murdered by the wife of an angry patron, Bill’s destiny is irrevocably changed, leaving him the new owner of the cathouse and setting him on the path to both riches and ruin. When he falls in love with one of his girls—the beautiful and curvaceous Ariel—Anne Marie vows revenge.
Six chimes in descending tone came out of the radio, followed by a baritone voice. “And now WFUX-AM 690 proudly presents the News of Louisiana with Rich Bastards.”
“Good evening Louisiana, this is WFUX-AM 690 and I’m Rich Bastards.” The new voice purred out of the radio speaker. “Today, I have the esteem privilege of interviewing Governor Earl Long. He’s taking a little break from the campaign trail to speak with me this evening. Governor Long, welcome to the News of Louisiana.”
“Why thank you there, Mr. … uh Bastards, or do you prefer Rich?”
“Please governor, I’m a simple man. Rich Bastards will be fine. Now then,” a shuffling of papers could be heard coming from the radio, “according to this here report from your campaign office, you are funneling funds to Arkansas farmers for undisclosed reasons. Would you care to explain those reasons?”
“What?” Governor Long was bewildered.
“Your campaign office told us you are funneling funds to the farmers in Arkansas. I’m sure your constituents would love to know why.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not funneling funds to the Arkansas farmers.”
“Ah ha!” Rich Bastards pounced. “So you are funneling funds somewhere, just not to the northern hillbillies. Now let’s see, where could you be funneling the funds to?”
“I’m not funneling any funds to anywhere, Rich Bastards!”
“Your campaign office swears you are, Governor Long. If you’re not funneling funds to the northern hillbillies, you’ve got to be funneling them somewhere. Is it Mississippi? No, wait; they wouldn’t know what to do with the funds even if you were funneling it to them. Lord knows they don’t spend any money on education. Why hell, they’d probably think the greenback is some sort of mutilated, or mutant spinach plant. So that just leaves Texas.”
“This is preposterous, man. I’m not funneling funds to any of the bordering states!”
“But your campaign office says you are right here on this piece of paper.” A rustling of paper followed the statement.
“Let me see that paper.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Governor, but a good reporter never reveals his sources.”
“But you’re not a good reporter! You’re just spewing conjecture.”
“Spewing conjecture!” Rich Bastards was bewildered. “I’ll have you know I have never spewed anything in my adult life. Although the étouffée at this past Mardi Gras almost came back up. But I swear on my grand pappy’s grave that I haven’t spewed since I was a baby.”
“It’s all a lie. I’m not funneling funds anywhere,” said the governor.
The radio went silent for a moment before Rich Bastards spoke again. “So you’re laundering the money. Can you believe it Louisiana? Our own governor right here and now just admitted to laundering money in Texas.”
“I did no such thing. You’re putting words in my mouth.”
“Oh come now, governor. You deny laundering money with the northern hillbillies and the uneducated Mississippians, but you never denied laundering the good clean money of Louisiana through the oil soaked hands of the Texans.”
“I deny that right now. I’m not funneling funds or laundering money to any of the neighboring states. And that’s the truth.”
Rich Bastards paused again and then continued the interview. “Well then, I guess that settles it. You heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen, Governor Long is embezzling funds through off shore accounts.”
“What?!” Governor Long was beside himself.
“Oh sure, you denied the funneling of funds and the laundering of money, but you never denied embezzling funds.”
“This is utter nonsense! I am not doing anything illegal with my campaign. All of my funds are accounted for and verified. I’m not a crook!”
“Oh come now governor, you’re a politician. And as all Louisianan’s know, all politicians are crooks. I’m confident the books you would provide for us to look at would be as fake as a… a Honus Wagner baseball card.”
“Honus Wagner! What the hell does he have to do with this? He has a real baseball card, you know.”
“Honus Wagner has a real baseball card! You’re saying someone with a name like Honus is in the same league as Babe Ruth, Roy Campanella, Ted Williams and Bobby Doerr. Now that’s preposterous Governor Long. But let’s not change the subject. Which nefarious enterprise are you supporting through your campaign funds?”
“For the last time, I am running a clean campaign. I am not funneling funds. I am not laundering money. I am not embezzling.”
Rich Bastards was silent for a moment. “Well that just leaves extortion. Why Governor Long, I am shocked, yes shocked to see that a fine upstanding political figure like yourself is extorting funds from the less educated Mississippians for your own sick pleasure.”
“A minute you go you called me a crook and now you’re calling me a fine upstanding political figure. Listen Rich Bastards, I am doing nothing illegal with my campaign. It is all legit. The great people of Louisiana know my record and know I’m an honest man.”
“That’s what every politician says right before they get caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You’re brewing up some shifty gumbo that you hope the people of Louisiana will swallow, aren’t you?”
“Is there no end to you and mad ramblings? I’m through with you and this interview.” The sound of chair scraping along the floor could be heard, then the governor spoke again, but his voice wasn’t as audible as before. “I have to go find out who the hell told me that talking to Rich Bastards would be a good thing and fire him.”
“Fellow Louisianan’s, the governor has gotten out of his chair and is leaving the booth.” Rich Bastards raised his voice and continued, “Go ahead governor and leave. You’re not the first guest to ignore the questions of Rich Bastards. We know you’re a crook. You’re whole campaign office says so right here on this piece of paper!” A shuffling of papers came through the speaker. “Wait, where is that piece of paper? It was right here on my desk. Did that kid from the Times-Picayune sneak in here while the governor as leaving and steal my paper?” More shuffling of papers could be heard across the airwaves. “I swear to you folks, I just had a piece of paper from Governor Long’s campaign office in my hand, and now it is gone. Hell, there goes the credibility of this whole interview, with no facts to back it up now. But don’t you worry, Louisiana, Rich Bastards wont’ stop until the truth is revealed. This is Rich Bastards for WFUX-AM 690 signing off.”
Alan Lampe has been writing down tales and stories since the second grade. Over the years, his writing matured and was recognized by The National Library of Poetry. They published six of his poems in their anthologies in the late 1990s. Jotting down ideas and cranking out numerous short stories off and on throughout the first decade of the twenty-first century, he focused on his writing in 2011 instead of Super Bowl XLV.
Bill’s Cajun House of Pleasure is the brainchild of Alan and his former girlfriend. The first nuggets of this romp in the swamp were hatched eight years ago. Between workshops, critic groups, and conferences, he polished his prose in the following years. Wanting to leave no detail unchecked, he traveled to Louisiana to capture the essence of Cajun life.
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