by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 10
It had been several days since I had told Taylor to follow Anne, and I was worried that my little plan might have fallen through. In the meantime, I had kept in daily contact with Mrs. Groton. She didn’t reveal whether or not Reynolds had made a donation. Neither had he. I turned to him, while he was walking me home after dinner and said, “You haven’t yet answered my question.”
He put his hand on my arm. I didn’t give it to him, but neither did I disrespect him by reflexively pulling it away. It remained neutral, but not without reservation. He said, “She was busy tonight and couldn’t make it.”
I said, “I really wanted to meet your wife. I’ve heard such wonderful things about her. I’ve always admired women who could be brilliant golfers, brilliant art collectors, world travelers, and still have the time to raise a family. You must simply adore her. She must be such a treasure. I’m probably boring you by keeping you from her.” I then facetiously said, “I’m sorry to have to do that, but I felt you were the type of man who would have the rare and kind heart for nurturing the goals of which our committee so much depends. I hope I’m not wrong, because I’d be terribly let down.”
I knew Reynolds was not above flattering. I mentioned, “Then it would be alright for me to tell Mrs. Groton that the million dollars may be considered as already given?”
Knowing how much he liked having his name in the gossip columns, I added, ” And if you find your name in the papers in the morning as a principal donor to the philanthropy, I hope you won’t mind if you find a generous few lines about you.”
I had a feeling he was thinking more about being in the papers than the reason for being in them, and before he said a word, I further added, ” Of course if you could write the check out now. Your generosity would only generate more of that spirit in the days to come to help those in this world who are in dire need.”
He suddenly found it hard to find words. He folded his arm and played with his lip. He was obviously weighing something out. I gave him a half a minute and said, ” We can count on you?”
“Well, it’s not that you can’t. I guess I misunderstood the protocol.” He waited for me to rescue him, but I wouldn’t. I said, ” The protocol is very simple. I am the co-chair of the committee and I handle all financial contributions. As we both know, this is not a business, and I would be remiss to consider your kindness a transaction, which it isn’t. But if I need to speak with your accountant, or whomever, it would be my pleasure to go that extra effort for you convenience and pleasure.”
He lowered his busy thumb, “You see, I already gave the check to Anne.” I was livid, but just for a second. I regained my composure and smiled as cheerfully vague as Mrs. Groton did when she was pissed.
I said, “I guess you do misunderstand the protocol, but I wouldn’t worry; misunderstanding is the midwife of enlightenment.” I limply shook his hand and walked into my building. He was left standing there.
He didn’t know that I already knew that Anne had the check. It was passed on to me by a beaming Mrs. Groton. She had merely said to me, “I thought you were going to call Reynolds back,” and aloofly departed my presence.
To my good surprise, I found Taylor waiting for me when I entered my apartment. He was beaming, but for my behalf and no one else’s. I knew our little plan had succeeded. Rodney, he had just returned from his holiday, took my jacket and asked me if I’d like some tea and a biscuit. I said, “Make it two and have it brought to my study.”
I sat on my sofa and kicked off my Jimmy Choos. Relaxing in the comfort of one’s home is always good for the soul. Taylor, standing off to the side, handed me an envelope. I said, “When did it happen, today?” He said, ” Yes, madam. Exactly where you told me.”
I took the envelope. It was lightly sealed. I could have flicked it open with my nail, but Taylor would never have had that. I found a letter opener and a pair of medical gloves neatly placed under the envelope. I put the gloves on and slit the envelope open. Taylor had shot one roll of film. That was all that was needed of the two of them. I said, ” Make sure Reynold’s wife gets it,” and handed it back to him.
The day after the next, as I had expected, I got a call from Mrs. Groton. She started the conversation with an unusual array of ingratiating endearments, “How are you my dear? We haven’t spoken for two days. I feel so terribly lonely unless I hear from you everyday. You shouldn’t be so stingy with yourself. If you don’t come to lunch with me and the girls today, we shall all go on a hunger strike.”
I cannot tell you, my reader, how good it felt to hear Mrs. Groton grovel that way. She went on, ” Did you hear about Anne?” I said, “She’s taken up running, hasn’t she?” Mrs. Groton didn’t find that amusing, “She just might have to. It’s all over the morning’s papers. Mrs. Reynolds’s lawyer has told the media that she has photos of her husband cheating with another woman. The gossip is that she’s asking for a divorce settlement for half his fortune. The same amount she received from her last husband.”
“How does that concern us?” Mrs. Groton nearly choked, “How? That other woman is Anne. They were doing it in the woods of all places. Can you believe that?” I told her, “I don’t believe a word of it. Anne has too much class to let someone fuck her in the woods. Nothing less than the Carlyle for her.”
Mrs. Groton wasn’t finished, “I spoke with Anne just know and she was in tears. She doesn’t know what to do. She feels she’s ruined.” I said, ” Well, Grace. I don’t think she’s ruined, but you can’t expect to keep her on the committee. There won’t be a donor within a thousand miles of us.”
Grace said, “But Anne already got Reynolds’s check.” I said, “I’ll send it back, and I will let the press know that we’re not that kind of people. Money and integrity must come hand in hand if donated to our charities.”
Mrs. Groton was silent for a second then said, “Did you go out with him?” I replied, “Yes, in fact I did, and I kept my clothes on, and that is worth a million dollars. The press should know that not all the women on our committee sell themselves. I have to go. A client is downstairs in her limo waiting for me. Call me back on any future developments.”
I hung up, and took a bath. Mrs. Groton’s social career was in jeopardy. She had personally groomed Anne, therefore she would be tied to Anne’s misdeeds. It was time to get rid of Miss Grace. If I had played my cards right, everything would work out just fine.
Several days later Grace Groton was forced to resign from her committees. Mrs. Wellner called me and asked me to take her place. I said I would, but I first felt that I needed to talk to Grace, to know that I still loved her and that I still considered her my friend. Mrs. Wellner advised, “Don’t do it in public. Go to her place discreetly if you must.”
The next say I called up Grace and left a message that I would be stopping by on my way to work. When I got to her building I ran into Mr. Groton who was on his way out. He told the doormen to take me up. I asked her how Grace was getting along. His answer was typical, “I never could stand all that society nonsense. Now, I won’t have to eat alone at dinner.” He got into his car and was driven off to work.
I went up the to their apartment. One of the servants answered the door. I was surprised not to find Thisley, but I was glad, I had no real desire to see him. The servant said, “Mrs. Groton is busy at the moment, but I well let her know you’re here when she is free.” Out of deferment to Grace’s downfall, I decided to wait.
They had a magnificent living room that faced Central Park. I walked to the window and took in the lovely view. There was a piano nearby. I wanted to play it, but it would have been improper. After waiting a few moments I had a distinct feeling of déjà vu all over again. I was wondering if that wicked little boy would show up. I decided to take a little walk just incase he did. I opened the door by the piano, which led to the study. It was very comfortable. Large museum books were discretely placed on all the tables.
Grace had excellent taste. No wonder the magazines were always asking to do spreads of her exquisite home. I knew the door at the end of the room led to the master bedrooms. I was curious to see whether it would be a dull afterthought or an exciting extension of the study and living room. I walked down the exquisitely appointed hall and felt as if I had entered a palace.
I would have continued, but I was worried that I had gone too far. I turned around, took several steps, then stopped. I heard a noise. I heard it again. It had a sharp rise, but was followed without a fall. Then it peaked and cut off, then sharply rose again. I took several steps and again I heard the same sequence of cries, but this time they painfully cracked into a sudden sob.
I took several more steps and put my ear to what must have been the master bedroom. I heard nothing. I risked a peek through the key hole. There was Grace kneeling on a chair with her lovely firm bum dutifully arched up. Her little panty was drawn down to her ankles. Her gorgeous hair covered her back like rich ermine. He face was flushed with tears and fear as she gritted for her next hot spank.
Thisley spanked her crimson bottom again. He used a short hard leather strap that was efficiently wicked. She jerked out her butt, high and hot, and let out a wicked moan. He hit her again and she threw her head up. Her mouth stretched wide and she loudly moaned as she desperately grabbed onto the back of the chair to steady herself.
He reprimanded her, “Shame on you. Shame on you for disgracing our household.” She clenched her teeth and took her next dozen hits. Her bottom swayed and lifted as it chafed under each spank. Her howling got louder and messier. She yelled and screamed at Thisley to stop, but he wouldn’t have it; she was his to spank.
“How dare you lose your position on the committee! How dare you make a laughing stock of yourself!” Thisley continued with his mistress until her wicked screams were heard throughout the household.
I knew that I had better leave. I had been there long enough. As soon as I stood up, I was confronted by a servant with a stack of freshly ironed bed sheets in her arms. As she passed she said, “She’ll be getting it all morning. I suggest you come back later.” As I went down the hall Grace’s howling followed me. I couldn’t shake it until I got back into the living room.
Later that day I got a call from her. She said, “Sorry to have missed you, but I had some errands to run this morning. I want to congratulate you on your new position.”
I said, “It shouldn’t change our relationship. If I weren’t to speak to you because of what undeservedly happened to you then you would know that our friendship had always been in vain. Good breeding doesn’t reflect itself in that way, but by the same token, for the sake of our philanthropy, it would be well advised that you rehabilitate yourself before society thinks of taking you in again. I shall be your strongest advocate.”
She graciously accepted my comments, then I hung up. I had a lot of work to do as the new lead chair woman.
