by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 23
I was on my way home from an exclusive 5th Avenue dinner party. It must have been around midnight, a weekday midnight. which meant I would have to get up early for work the next day, but I didn’t care. The evening was lovely and I felt glamorous under the dim of the street lights, like in some movie where the nights are twenty-fours a day.
I had had a few drinks and was feeling the buzz. I was walking lighter than usual, which was fun in my high heeled black pumps and matching strapless evening dress. I wasn’t even wearing stockings. My legs are so good that I can get away with that, which is nice in warm weather. All I had on underneath was a flimsy little black lacy panty. In fact, the hostess of the party remarked, with a devilish smile, that she hated inviting me because the men lined up in a queue when I arrived. It was just the sort of jealousy that put me in a good mood.
I was feeling a bit horny, too. I was warm in that area where every good long stride was punctuated by the snap of my heel onto the pavement. I let my imagination go. In my mind, I was getting fucked good and hot. I tossed my head and shut my eyes for a moment and enjoyed the imaginary cock thrusting inside of me. I was dying to get fucked and couldn’t wait to get home and grab my vibrator. When I opened my eyes it was to a familiar and unexpected voice. Little John was standing there before me. “The hell are you doing here?” I asked him.
He said, “I called. You weren’t in.”
I said, “That doesn’t’ answer my question.” I tried to walk around him, but he was too quick.
He said, “Actually, I bought take-out and asked your doorman to ring you up. He told me it must’ve been some mistake, you weren’t in.” He paused, looked me over and said, “You look good. Damn good.”
“Thanks.” I didn’t mind the compliment.. He took my hand for a moment and in an old fashioned way kissed it. I let him, then let go.
“How would you like to work tonight?”
He was brusque and I told him so. He laughed and asked me again. I sort of shrugged my shoulders and said, “You forget, I’m not that kind of girl. Anyway, I’m tired. I have to get up early.”
He said, “I know you can get in a little late if you want.”
I hadn’t been in late the whole week, so in a way he was right, but I didn’t let him know. He said, “You had a few, didn’t you?” I had and giggled.
He looked at me with his sexy scavenger eyes and said, “You are so pretty. Like you just walked out a magazine.”
“You like to spoil a white girl with sweet words, don’t you?”
He laughed, “You’re a white girl that likes to be spoiled. In fact, you’re the truest princess I ever met.”
I asked, “When did you ever meet a real princess?”
He looked into my eyes and said, “When I met you.” I liked that. I liked that a lot.
He put his hand on my bare white shoulder for a second then dropped it down my arm. His eyes drifted to my cleavage, which my party dress amply revealed, then he enjoyed the rest of me and said, “And you’re not wearing any stockings.”
“I hate to disappoint you. Just me and my little black skimpy lacy panty.”
He said, “You’re terrible. Real terrible.”
“I’m nice. Real nice.”
He asked, “How was the party?”
“Just the way I like it, a few millionaires and me.”
He said, “Kind of missed you the past week.”
I said, “Cut it out. I was over your place yesterday. Did you find my Palm?”
He said, “Wanna come get it?”
I looked at him, “I don’t know. Should I?”
“Yeah, you should. You don’t mind me saying, but you got that look in your eye.”
I asked, “What look is that?”
“Come on over and work a few hours.”
I said, “I thought I told you, already. I’m not that kind of girl. I’m a good white girl. I go to fancy parties. So, cut it out.”
“Sorry, Carrie, I guess I forgot.”
I wanted to know, “Is that other girl going to be there?”
He said, “Oh, you mean that fancy girl from the museum?”
“Yes, is she going to be there?”
“Why?”
I said, “I don’t like her. She talks too much. I don’t trust her.”
L.J. said, “I see, no, she ain’t gonna be there. She only likes to be work Mondays and Wednesdays. Today is Thursday. Usually I lay low, but I have a few guests that would like to meet you.”
I was curious, “What did you tell them about me?”
He said, “How wonderful you are, but they didn’t believe me. They thought that museum girl was the prettiest white girl they ever seen, but I straightened them out.”
I said, “She’s not so hot as white girls go. I’m a lot hotter.”
“That’s what I told them. See, they’re making a movie and they want her to star in it. She kind of liked the idea, but I told my boys not to rush so fast. You gotta get cool with the right folks or everything falls apart.”
I had a feeling that museum girl, whatever her name was, was trying to sabotage me in some unexpected way. Girls are like that. Hopefully you remember Alexa, and I’m still not finished with her. No, I didn’t like that museum girl one bit, especially her arrogant sneer that is supposed to make you feel little and worthless, despite the fact that she’s nothing but a hopeless assistant curator who’ll go nowhere.
I asked Little John, “Has she auditioned for the part yet?”
He said, “Well, yes she has, and that’s the problem. She already gave the okay.” Feeling a little dejected I walked off. “Yo, Caroline, come back here.” He grabbed me by my arm and turned me around and told me, “Look, my boys are gonna be here till tomorrow morning. We got the whole night to show them you’re wrong.”
I said, “I have to get up to go to work tomorrow, if it’s alright with you.”
He said, “You really gonna let that stop you? I can’t believe it.”
I said, “Well, if their mind is made up.”
He said, “No, honey, their mind ain’t nothing till they see you. One look and Martha is gonna have to go back to her precious paintings. What do you say?”
I thought about it. Little John said, “You’re the loveliest girl I ever seen. I’d hate to see you got to waste.” He took me and said, “Do you mind if I kiss you.” Before I could say no he did just that and gave my bottom a nice pat and kept his hand on it. I said, “Stop, people are looking at us.” A couple in black tie past us and seemed to be terribly disgusted. Little John turned and signaled his hand and a car pulled up. He put me in it and his driver took off. I should’ve known he hadn’t come empty handed.
He wasn’t done with me either. I helplessly watched him slip his hand under my party dress and inside my little panty. He pinched me nice and hard, again. I squealed and tried to push his hand away, but I couldn’t. He is so strong. So, I whispered in his ear, “Not here, please.” But to no avail.
He lifted up my fancy party dress. I silently cried, “Little John, what are you doing to me? He tugged down my panty. I cried, “No, Little John, not here. Please, not here.” The car made it’s way around the block a second time. I realized we weren’t going to his place at all. He callously gave my pretty panty to his driver to sniff and then he took out his hard cock. It was a tremendous stiff shaft. He let me touch it. Then he pushed away my hands and opened my legs and stroked my wet warm bush. In seconds he was inside of me fucking me good hot and hard, making me scream my head off for the world to hear like some wanton whore.
When he was done with me he opened the car door right in front of my building and sent me on my way. I suddenly remembered and turned back, “What about the movie?” He said, “After thinking about it. I don’t think you’re right for the part,” and took off.
