by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 112
Maybe I shouldn’t have been so snooty on my way out of Farrelli’s. It carried into the next day. I finally got a call from Little John and he gave me a lot of bull about wanting to know how the gala went. I said, “Read about it in The New York Social Dairy, dummy.”
I was calling everyone dummy or something equal to that. No one at the office seemed to be able to do anything and little ole me had to come to the rescue every two minutes. What I needed to do was to fire my staff, all of them, and get some competent people. Not that we’re not having a good year but it’s important to keep people on their toes.
I was on my way out of the office and I wanted to go home and shower and spend the evening with a few friends at my apartment sipping cocktails and just have fun talking about the things we loved to talk about. I crossed 59th and Madison and headed uptown towards home. I thought maybe I’d stop off at Crate and Barrel and pick up something nice.
I pressed my phone to me ear, “Look buster, you haven’t bothered to call me in weeks.” LJ said, “Yo, that is bull-shit. You been outta town. You been busy. You don’t answer my calls. I call my sweetie and alls I get is some society girl who says, ‘Oh, Ms. Dupree ain’t here. She very busy with her clients, sir. Leave me your name and she’ll get back to you in a year’. The hell kind of bullshit is that?”
He was right. I have been very difficult as of late. Part of that is Thisley has been out of town because of his sick mother in Manchester, and I don’t mean New Hampshire. What I needed was a good hot spanking on a regular basis and I know certain of you readers get pissed because I don’t get whooped in every chapter, but that’s how it goes. This is a diary of my life, with a few small changes of course, but I must draw from what I know. Read the other stories on this site; some of these girls get it every paragraph.
…As I was saying. “It’s not B.S. I have been very busy. And you haven’t paid much attention to me the whole year anyway.” And that was true. He said, “Okay, maybe I been busy too…sorry.” Somehow that made things a little more comfy between us. “I was going to meet with some friends, but if you want me to hail a cab. I could.” He said, “If you want to visit me, then do so.”
I hinted, “I thought maybe we could see more of each other.” “I was thinking the same.” But I wasn’t too sure, “You haven’t forgotten that wonderful thing you had branded on my bottom?” I waited for him to answer, but he could get shy so I said, “I want to be your slut Little John, but not just when you’re in the mood. I want to be your slut all the time.” Then I got kittenish, “And of course you can do what you want with me.”
He said, “You said that last time. So I set things up and you don’t show up. Make me look like a fool.” I said, “I run a multimillion dollar business. Can’t you understand?” He thought about it and said, “Well, you come over and we can talk some more.”