by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 109
“You’re a person who’s a bitch.”
He waved his finger to lower my jeans. I bit my lower lip and looked down at him hoping that I could somehow slip out of there with my gala dress. But he had that look, “Are you going to be a good girl?” His eyes kept hovering on the button of my low rise jeans. “Do you know how to be a good girl?”
His father stepped into the room and said, “I have another call to make. How’s everything going on in here?” The question was directed at me. I looked at the boy. He looked at his dad. They communicated in silence. Satisfied, Farrelli went back to the small alcove.
“Or don’t you know how to be a good girl?” He was beginning to press my buttons. “I know how to be a good girl. And stop staring at my tits.” That was to show I was still of my own mind.
“What have you done that’s been bad?” I got a little saucy and said, “None of your business.” It had no effect. He asked me again. Then again. In fact, I had been a bad girl. A very bad girl. I let someone grope me in the subway.
It was rush hour, and though I don’t take the subway much, I had no choice that evening. The train was packed tightly. I felt a guy’s legs pressing against my thigh, which at first I thought was normal. I mean there was no room to move. We were squeezed in.
It went on like that for 5 stops. When I felt his hand I froze. I should have screamed. I didn’t. He grabbed my bottom, at first gently, then realizing I wasn’t going to do anything he got bolder and slipped his hand up my short little skirt and into my panty and played with my bottom as I stared up at the lighted subway map as if each stop was a part of my body and each light was a successful grope.
When the train stopped the hand was gone. I turned around to see who it was but he was lost in the crowd. I looked foolish bobbing my head then leaning over toward the window searching for him. I was desperate to know who it was. I was crazy. I decided I would take the same train and let him find me again, but I was horrified at the thought so I told myself that I couldn’t do that. I was furious at myself for being so wretched. I told myself to stop being such a jerk. I ran out of the train then ran up the stairs and freed myself of that underground hell. People thought I had gone mad.
“What exactly have you done?” I hadn’t said I did anything. Maybe he was reading my mind. It can be so easy at times. “Things maybe I shouldn’t have done.” I had spoken, but it wasn’t me. I wouldn’t have let myself admit that to him. “Such as what?” I said, “I, well, I…” He was getting annoyed, “What have you done?” I shut my eyes and said, “I’ve been bad. Very bad.”
There was a another woman trying to get into the little shop but she got waved away. She saw me but figured I was the last client of the day.
“So you’ve been a bad girl.” I leaned back on the wall. My breathing was getting heavier. “Yes, yes…yes….” He put his hand to the button of my low rise jeans and popped it open….