by Carrie
…We hope you enjoyed your party, Madame.” The sneer in his voice was less then subtle. “Nonetheless, I’m here to inform you that the staff found your behavior at your party last night less than satisfactory.”
He was referring to the bachelorette party I had for Cassidy. A mutual friend, Sandra, had called me and had mentioned what a great idea it would be to bring up two male strippers to my duplex and have a little party just for ourselves.
I suppose she thought I was a bit prudish by immediately nixing the idea, not that I don’t think we girls should have some fun, but I thought maybe we should rent a place for that kind of thing, but Sandra said, “Your duplex is as big as a club, plus we can have the party in the ballroom the way what we want it to be.”
“Such as?” And she said, “You’re in the gossip column all the time and I was just thinking it be better that we….” I got the idea, but still wasn’t thrilled. Sandra shot back with, “Every since you’ve become a blonde you think you have to act like you’re an old Wasp.”
I reminded her of that faux blonde dope Paris Hilton while I looked into the mirror and began to understand what Sandra meant — or was trying to mean, but it wasn’t true, I mean I’m not an old Wasp — young Wasp, yes — but with my blonde arched brows, creamy skin tone, and pale red lipstick, I suppose I looked very much the proper Wall Street businesswoman.
Sandra didn’t let up, “ Yours is the perfect place and Cassidy needs a little fun, in fact we all do. And anyway, these guys act just like lap dogs, so what’s the worry…?” Within the next hour all my girlfriends called to put on the pressure and it worked, “Okay, we’ll have the party at my duplex, but let’s not get wild.” I spent the next hour getting calls, but with kisses.
Well, I have to admit, the party got off to a great start. Instead of a DJ, I used my iPod playlists hooked to a stereo. The two strippers came wearing cute little bow ties with white collars and began to strip — one at each end of my ballroom.
Now, I thought to put out chairs for everybody to watch, but Sandra laughed and said that was old fashioned, “We’re gonna dance and have fun.” “With the strippers?” She looked at me the way you do at an idiot.
“You need a good stiff drink,” and brought me over to the cocktail table. I couldn’t help but notice the stack of condoms by the punch bowl in the shape of a heart. An arrow with Cassidy’s name shot right through. She handed me a drink and said, “Loosen up girl.” Then handed me another one…..
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 168
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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