by Carrie
I couldn’t refuse Thisley. Sandra was dancing with several of the girls and then pulled herself away from the other stripper who was getting a bit frisky and asked, “What’s with your butler?”
I said, “Look, he’s the best there is. I couldn’t live without him. Other than my finances I’ve given him complete control of my life. All I have to do is think of something and it’s either there or it’s done. Where on earth can you find someone like that?”
“Then why does he look so miserable?” I said, “Because that’s his job. It’s ours to have fun.” But I knew it was more than that. So I walked over to him, took him into the other room, and said, “I told you that you didn’t have to work tonight.”
He said, “I don’t mind working.” “Well, several of the girls complain that you have an attitude.” He said, “It is my duty to remind you that you said this was to be a little party for the engaged girl.” “And that’s what it is.”
“Then I’ve misunderstood.” I looked at him long and hard and said, “It’s none of your business, these girls, and you know that.” He said, “But you’re my business, Madame, with all due respect.”
“I don’t care. I want you to go out to a movie, something; you’re not needed here. And that’s an order. Do not make me repeat myself or take me out from my party again.” He bowed his head, “Yes, Madame.”
I had been a bit harsh with him. And I couldn’t have that. So I touched his arm and with a softer and friendlier tone said, “I care very much for you…Care for me, as well.” A moment passed, “I want you to know, Thisley, that I would very much understand if you felt the need to return later to my bedroom and, well, spanked my bottom.”
“You won’t be going out, Madame, after the party…?” I said, “No. Not if you don’t think I should. Not if I need to be punished. ” He bowed and left.
No sooner had he left than Sandra appeared, “What happened?” I said, “You know that little secret I told you to promise never tell?” She put her hand to her mouth and I said, “Right.” She stared at me for a moment then asked, “Could you like tell me more about this agency you got him from and how I can, well, you know, get in touch with them?” I said, “After the party.”
We went back into the ballroom, but in the few minutes that I had been gone things had changed. Lynn and Charlene were dancing, but their dresses had been zipped down to their hips. Their bras and slips exposed. Several of the girls were grouped in the corner where Cassidy was…
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 170
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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