by Carrie
Loosen up I did. Hilary Duff’s Beat of My Heart pulsated off the dance floor and sonically had us bouncing up and down like a bunch of little girls on a sleep-over party bed.
Things really got going with my flicker lights. They were mashing out reams of kaleidoscopic dice-and-chop shards of multi-colored hues that hurdled across the room. I was here, I was there, I was all over, in and out of the pretty rhythmic light. Oh! It was so much fun!
I was wearing a lovely Roberto Cavalli ruffled white top and black skirt. It wrapped sweetly around my body like cellophane. You just had to walk slinky. I love when a designer makes me feel sexy and Roberto is king! I had my hair pony tailed to the side, creating a nice curtain of blonde hair off my baby doll eyes, rounder and more fuller than Sienna’s. (Hers ain’t bad.)
And to keep the look slim and silky I wore a strapless white lacy bra. I’m perfectly thin, but I’m also wonderfully full, so I wore it lower, rather than push-up. And of course I did without stockings (no fun to dance with them on). Thisley picked out a nice snow white lacy panty, netted with embroidery and a cute long string tie up front. So it was see-through, yet chock full of pretty details, and very huggy.
Lynn jumped out of the flickering lights and pointed to the other side of my ball room where Cassidy was in the corner with one of the strippers. It seemed we weren’t the only ones looking. He looked so silly with his big muscles and black bow tie and white collar, but Cassidy was totally into him.
She had her back turned to him with her cute bottom bouncing off his groin. She was wearing a little pleated white mini with a silk butternut negligee tank top. Lynn asked, “What do you think?” I knew what she meant but I said, “I think they’re having fun.” She nudged me again.
I wasn’t blind. Cassidy is a pretty girl, 5’6”, 7?” With cheerleader clean looks. Kind of girl you find on the sidelines at Ole’ Miss — even if they’re losing she keeps it interesting.
Cassidy was rocking her bottom back and forth, grinding it. The stripper’s hands had started on her hips, but were now lifting up her skirt showing her panty. Cassidy didn’t exactly push his hands down as much as she held them in check. But it was her smile that gave her away. It was turned in, with her eyes shut and head tilted back .
The stripper pulled her skirt up again, and this time, instead of pushing it down, she danced into him with her hands on his forearms to steady her — not stop him. Lynn said, “I heard things like this happen.” I hadn’t. But I would soon find out — engaged or not.
Lynn whispered, “That girl is getting married.” I said, “Yeah, but not to him.” Lynn looked at me long and hard, then got what I meant and asked me, “Would you do that?” I saw Thisley off to the side, making rounds with cocktails. I said, “Of course not.”
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 169
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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