As I left my bedroom he said, “I don’t know if this is true, and I don’t mean to be butting in, but it’s what I heard and I just thought I’d let you know.” “What ?” I had a feeling he was trying to pull something on me, He said, “I heard from one of the guys that they seen you in the city one time and it’s not that it makes any difference to me because I know you’re quite a big shot and all that, with all due respect, so it doesn’t make real sense, but they say that you, well…”
I was getting a little impatient, “What?” He said, “You seem to be the same girl that he once met over at some place where girls hangout if you know what I mean.”
I said, “People’s memories are never to be trusted.” He said, “Oh, I agree, but he told me anyway that some guy with a funny name like Little Jim or Joe was your, well, my friend said you sort of did things, if you know what I mean, that is my friend said that, and he has the number of that place and just to shut him up I called up and this guy Jim or John said he knew who you were and he even knew your country house. So I guess my friend could be said to have said the truth…if you know what I mean.”
He was now more relaxed than I was. I stood there in my blazing beauty under his stare, his eyes focused on my plush extended nipples. He asked, “Are you really that type of girl?” I crossed my arms. I felt small. Smaller than small. I looked up at him and said, “You came here to hurt me? Is that it?”
“Well, of course I didn’t, but I just had to know, if you know what I mean, because you been real nice to me and well, you made me that tuna sandwich. It’s not something I would believe, not that I believe it now. I swear I would never in a million years.”
I didn’t know what to say other than, “Thank you.” I went through the hall and out the back to the porch. The ocean breeze helped, but I couldn’t help feeling like I was sinking through my chair to the bottom of the world. I have my sins. I try to be as discreet as I can, but things have a way of knocking at your door. Then I heard his voice.
“Sorry to have brought it up.” He was at the French doors at the back of my new ocean front house. “I didn’t mean to hurt you and all that.” I said, “Well, I am.” He took several steps toward me. “I don’t believe it’s true what he said about you anyway.” He sat down on the lounge chair beside me. I said, “Don’t you have work to do?” He said, “I think they’re over charging you on some stuff.”
That surprised me, though it shouldn’t have. “How do you know?” “I’m the bosses son.”
He reached for my hand and held it gently. I could feel the pity pour out of his fingers. He was feeling more sorry for me than I was for myself, but it felt good, real nice, someone caring for me. He leaned over and said, “I’m gonna make it up to you. You shouldn’t be treated like that.” I asked, “How should I be treated?” He said, “Like a person.”
It was the way he said that, the truth behind the words, like he really meant it. He held his lips about two inches away from mine. His eyes were tender and honest. I let him kiss me. He kissed me long and was careful not to touch me other than my face. I felt the way all women do when the a guy says the right thing and then kisses the right way.
Our petting got heavier and hotter until all I could do was take his hand and walk him into the bedroom. I said, “I shouldn’t.” He said, “It won’t make me think any different of you.” I said, “You’ll think I’m some slut.” He said, “You could think that of me.” “I’m a girl. It’s different. What will you really think of me if I let you fuck me?” He said, “I already told you, a person. ”
I was on my back, legs up on his shoulders when the old guy walked in. “Get back to the shop.” The boss’s son, embarrassed and scared, pulled out and got off the bed. There was no mincing of words. The old guy came right to my bed, turned me over and spanked my bottom fast and hot. Then he took off his belt and finished me off with leather for good measure.
When he was done with me he got up and said,, “We don’t stand for that kind of nonsense with our clients. Take advantage of your own people, not those who have to work for a living.” Nothing like a crook who has morals.
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 138
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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