by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 116
But he wasn’t done, “You wanna be my girl, be my girl. You wanna be my girl when you want, then do it on your own time.” I said, “You know I want to be your girl.” He said, “Then you got to be my girl all the time. You got to be there when I need you. And I got to be there when you need me like I was tonight like I will be the next time you be needing something.”
He had me hook line and sinker with all that need stuff, “I’m sorry Little John.” He said, “That’s okay, but you can’t be sorry now and then forget about it the next minute. You didn’t even say to me thanks Little John for what you done to me tonight. You just rolled over like you didn’t want to see me. So I left all hurt inside.”
I felt like a heel, “I’m sorry that you took it the wrong way.” “Yeah, well, maybe I did but at the time I was hurt. I thought you didn’t appreciate me so I walked out.” Now I felt like garbage. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. What else do you want me to say?” He waited a moment, “Come down here now. Show me how sorry you are.”
“Little John, it’s late. Real late. I have work tomorrow. A big meeting with my staff. That’s not fair. I have a better idea. Why don’t you come up here? We’ll cuddle and sleep together tonight. He said, “Look, I run a business too and the action is at night. Why don’t you come down here?”
Now I knew what he wanted. “You want to pimp me.” He said, “Don’t say it that way.” ,“How else can I say it?” “Hey, Carrie, I know how you feel. But we got to help each other out. Remember? I got some girls sick tonight and my clients, well, they don’t want to hear that.” “But I’m all cozy in bed.” He sighed, “So am I.”
I certainly didn’t want to get pimped again. It’s not exactly what society girls do, but then I didn’t want to risk pissing him off again. I was sure we were going to get back together. I desperately wanted to be his girl again and hang out in the park and skate and hold hands and lie in the grass and do all the things we first used to do. He said, “I’ll come up with the car to your place.”
“Then what?” He said, “You put on some nice low rise jeans and a short little top and some of them black heels you got. And don’t wear no bra. I want your tits natural so they, you know, jiggle the way they do.” I said, “Where are you going to pimp me?” He said, “Why do you have to say it that way?” “Well, isn’t that what you’re doing?”
“Hell, you always look at things from your perspective. It’s our perspective. You know what I do. I know what you do. You need me, I be there.” I said, “My company makes lingerie. Just how would you fit into the picture?” He said, “By putting me into it.” “Is that a proposition?” He laughed, “Always thinking like a businesswoman. I was just speaking in the what-if sense, not in the what-should sense…..”