by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 21
Kim called me at the office, and though I was hesitant to take her call – – I thought she was still angry with me for not doing her that favor – – I was pleasantly surprised to hear what she had to say. She was having problems with Alexa, but I happened to have been on the phone with Little John, so I finished with him first.
He teased me, “Heard there was this fly girl walking in the park the other night in just flimsy lacy panties and a hot little halter. You should’a seen her. Fine nice breasts with lovely plushies and a hot little bottom she just loved to strut.”
I played along, “What about her?” He said, “She’s real rich and high class and got all that breeding like she’s a princess, but she’s something else at heart.” He laughed that fat laugh of his and went on, “But I haven’t seen her for a few days. Thought maybe she lost my number, then a couple of minutes ago I heard a sweet pretty voice…what can I do for you?”
I felt embarrassed, like he was reading my mind. I said, “I just thought I’d say hello.” He sighed, “Uh-huh…a little lonely for Little John? Or for something else?” I put him on hold and told Kim, “I’d love to talk to you. Let’s meet later. I have something tell you. Something I just can’t explain right now.” She just had to know what it was and wouldn’t hang up unless I told her. I said, “I’ve done it.” There was a momentary silence. She guessed, “For Alexa?”
I told her, “Absolutely not.” But she just had to know and just wouldn’t give up. So I told her, “I met this guy. Out of the blue.” She wanted to know — what guy?” I said, “I was in the park and I met this guy…” She said, “You have a boyfriend?” I told her, “No. He’s not my boyfriend, but…well, among other things, he’s my pimp. ” Kim was shocked. It went totally against everything that she thought was proper, but she had to know all about it. So we decided to meet later — and I felt sorry doing it, but I cut her off and went back to my other caller.
Little John said, “I’m falling asleep here.” I said, “I’m sorry, but it was a friend of mine; actually, someone who hates Alexa as much as I do.” That interested him, “As much as you…I’d like to meet her.” I said, “Well, I’m seeing her later.” He said, “Then bring it up.” I said, “Don’t get your hopes up too high. She’s happily married with lovely kids.” He said, “You leave her to me. I know how to deal with pretty nice white girls. Or don’t I?” He knew the answer to that and said, “It’s nice to hear from you. What can I do for you?”
Shyly I inquired, “I was thinking about….” “What were you thinking?” I said, “I was just thinking….” He said, “You been thinking about getting pimped again… tt’s been on your mind…you been thinking about it until you just had to call. Am I right?”
I told him, “I’m sort of busy today.” He said, “You called me to tell me that?” I felt silly and said, “No.” He went on, “Then what is it you want?” I said, “I could meet you later, that is tonight, like we did, you know, the other night.” He took a moment then said, “You want to get pimped? ” All I could say was, “Uhn huh.”
He said, “You wanna work hard tonight?” I said, “That’s why I called.” “That’s why you called?” I said, “I have a late meeting, but I have an hour at ten sharp then I have to get home early; I have a long day tomorrow.” He said, “You run your business fine, but if I run mine the way you want me to I’ll go broke.” I felt hurt. I thought it was understood that I was more special than all the others, and I reminded him of what he had told me. He said, “You are, but still…”
I said, “Maybe some other time, then.” He said, “No, wait, hold on.” I asked, “What for if you’re not going to treat me nicely?” Defensively, he said, “I’m gonna treat you nicely. Don’t worry that pretty head of yours off. I’m gonna treat you just fine. ” So I asked, “Then it’s alright?” He said, “Yeah, okay, you win, it’s alright. Meet me at ten, on 12th.” I said, “Good. But please be on time because I won’t have time to change like the other night. I’ll be wearing a black and white trimmed Chanel business suit and of course a wig.” He asked, “Why a wig?” I couldn’t believe he didn’t know why. I said, “So no one will know whom I am.” I hung up and called Kim.
