by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 61
I sulked for a whole week and didn’t answer the phone when Little John called. There was no way I was ever going to see that cheap pimp again. Just the thought of how a rich debutante and x-model like me had let herself get so low was absolutely mortifying.
Jane called me several days later and it took all I had to keep my cool. She said she had met this guy and had already seen him twice. Then she let me know that he’d been fucking her and that they were going to get serious. I wanted to laugh in her face, but I wished her the best knowing that only the worst would come out of it. I remained pleasant though totally disengaged for the rest of the conversation though I agreed to lunch with her during the week.
The next day I had an important business meeting and I couldn’t make up my mind what to wear. Thisley thought I should wear my Channel suit with the white tone and plaid bars of pink. That was probably because I had just slipped on a lacy pink panty skirt over sheer pink panties. After sending him in and out of my dressing closets a dozen times, I finally agreed on the Chanel. Then he handed me the phone. “It’s Mr. John.” I handed it back. “Hang it up!” Thisley handed me my bra, clasped it for me, and I finished dressing.
While we, my chauffer and I, were waiting at a light at 65th and Fifth I had the unnerving bad fortune to espy Jane and Little John walking by on the park side – – and he had had the nerve to call me! His arm was comfortably around her waist and her head was sleepy on his shoulder.
It was very white and black, and folks couldn’t help looking. He even had the nerve to pat her butt and give a little squeeze just the way he used to do with me. Then Jane looked up and L.J. gave her a fat kiss as they continued to walk down the avenue in oblivion, lips to lips. She looked great in he hot little mini and bouncy page boy hair cut. Her light brown hair dazzled in the morning light. The other lights changed and we drove on.
The chauffer parked by the curb of my office building and opened the door for me. I caught him taking a peek up my skirt as I swung my legs out the car. I don’t think he saw much, and I really didn’t care. It was about all he’d ever get. It wasn’t any easier walking toward my building. As usual I stopped all the male traffic. Men are such dogs.
The meeting lasted several hours, but all went fine and we signed a deal to sell our line in Spain, a new and hot market. The rest of the afternoon was spent with my financial officer. At eight, I walked out the building and had my chauffer follow me until I was ready to get in. I wanted to get some air and stretch my long shapely legs. I love to walk in heels, anyway.
The sun was still vaguely up and the air was pleasantly cool. I was thinking of taking a walk into the park, but then I thought better of it; what’s his name just might be there. As I ambled down 61st and Fifth a car pulled up and the back window rolled down. I ignored the admirer and continued on, but then I heard the name Charlotte. It was the name I used when Little John pimps, excuse me, pimped me. I stopped and looked over. It was one of his competitors, Mel Vin.
I had met him at a pimp’s party once. Obviously he hadn’t forgotten me. “How ‘about takin a ride, beautiful?” A soft but sexy purr rolled underneath the word ‘beautiful’. Little John would just hate it if he found out I had taken a ride with Mel Vin. I said to him, “Hold on a second.” I sent my chauffeur back home then got in the car. Too bad, Little John.