by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 38
I was prone and almost naked on Little John’s pink silk sheets. My black satin panty was tugged down to my thighs to show my lovely bare bottom. The camera clicked away. While it chattered I made little teasing moves, not a lot, but as a retired model I knew there was a lot a girl could do within the space of an inch to change a look from dramatic to silly fun. I playfully bent my legs then scissored them back and forth. Delmore reached over and slipped my panty right up my ankles and told me to stretch my feet and pout into the camera. After shooting me like that Delmore undid my bra and told me to lift myself up, just enough to let the cups drop so my endowment would almost tipple over. Another few rolls of film and they had me completely naked.
I had agreed to do this little shoot, even though I’d just gotten married, only after Little John and Delmore had told me their idea of how to put Alexa out of business. Also, Little John promised to digitally remove my face from the end product and put another girl’s unlikeness in its replacement. He was convinced he needed a girl with my kind of body. I really couldn’t argue with him on that point and I was convinced his little idea just might work. So I let them do with me what they wanted. I did have a luncheon appointment with some of my girlfriends, but I’d only be ten minutes late. So I got back to work, if you can call that work.
While Little John was reloading his camera he went back to questioning me about my marriage. He was jealous and could barely hide it. ” He ain’t good enough for you, that’s all I’m saying. Don’t take it otherwise.”
“Really? How come you never asked me?”
“I don’t fall in love. I walk up to it calm and cool, not like some other fools. Then I make my move.”
“Yeah? I’m, still waiting.”
“You don’t understand. I was in the middle of my move, it. How was I to know you was in a rush?”
Because you were in love with me the first minute you laid your eyes on me. You could have had me as your wife..”
“Then why the hell you went and got married?”
“I got tired of waiting for you to ask.”
“You being funny? ‘Cause I don’t hear no laughter ’round here.”
“You could have at least come to the wedding. Everyone wanted to meet you.”
“I didn’t know you was inviting all your johns.”
He was getting mean. “I invited you because I wanted you there. All my friends in the fashion business are weird. You wouldn’t have stuck out.”
“Well, baby, I would’ve come, but I had some business in Atlantic City. Man got to take care of his business first.”
“What kind of business is more important than my wedding?”
“The kind that a woman like you would know how to handle”
“I said I’d be of some help.”
“Getting married didn’t help…You still working at your company?”
“Leave of absense. I’m pooped.”
“Pooped? He added up with his fingers, “Let’s see: you got three maids, two cooks, and some other people you pay to float around your 18 million dollar apartment to serve you and impress the guy across the alley in his cheaper 10 million dollar apartment. Then you got a butler for you and some kind of fool for your husband”
“Leave my husband alone.”
“What kind of a name is Lesley, anyway? It’s a girl’s name.”
“It’s a darling English name.”
“Darling my big ole butt.”
Now I was getting peeved, “Why didn’t you ask me to marry you?”
“You woulda married some nigger?”
” I would have.”
“That’s not the impression I got.”
“No, I was one of your girls. That was your impression.”
“You still are.”
“I’m married, now.
Even more determined, “You still are.”
“Little John, I happen to be a good girl.”
“Don’t bullshit me. When they invented you all the snakes was out of a job.”
“You mean all your friends.”
“No. I mean you. You the slipperiest snakiest person I know. What you can do to a man’s mind is like an army of ants crawling through his head. You’re worse than that Freud character.”
I wiggled my bare bottom, “I’m getting a chill like this. Hurry up. I’ve got to be somewhere.”
He finished reloading. “We ain’t done, yet.”
I was beginning to wonder about that. “You’re sure this will put her out of business?”
“Of course, I’m sure. She’s now in Atlantic City. You gotta nip these things in the bud or you’re dead. Now, I told you. I went to all the hotels here in the city with the kind of girls you told me to and was doin’ business like you wouldn’t believe, and I want to thank you for your advice. I ain’t one not to appreciate a kindly hand, but seems when them kind of girls go to Atlantic City them business boys don’t want some horny corporate exec to escort them around. They want themselves a real plaything.”
In my sultry best, “You mean me?”
He stared at me, “Who the fuck else? Ain’t no other woman can pull off what you can pull. Shit, girl, I got mens calling me all day long askin’ for you. Fuck I’m suppose to say? She with darling Leslie at the country club?”
“Don’t get all sore. I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Yes, you is here. But with a new agenda. And don’t think you went and got married. You just got bored of being who you was and now you is soon to be bored of who you gonna be.”
I rolled over on the bed and giggled at his peevishness. Liking my little move he crouched down like a pro and quickly shot another roll of film. I looked over my head up at the camera and glossed my tongue across my lips, all that pillowy kind of stuff. I was having fun. And I was getting horny and it showed, but then that’s what Little John wanted.
He kept on shooting me and I kept on playing. Little John said all that crap fashion photographers do: “Beautiful. Nice. Gimme some more. Hold it, baby.” and so on.
“I wasted all yesterday and the day before with two stiffs.”
I pouted, “Well, you should of called.”
“I did, but darling Leslie said you was busy.”
“I was.”
“Ignoring me.”
“I was getting spanked if you must to know.”
He put on his hurt little boy’s face and said, “Whyn’t you just go if you can’t stand me?”
I loved that and giggled, “Maybe I will.”
He stopped shooting me and said, “Look it, I’m serious, now. You and me, we gonna take that Alexa down. I met the bitch and don’t like her at all. But I can’t do it if you gonna be a little housewife and have little dinner parties all the time and also invite Delmore. The fuck you think he is? A Mayflower brother?”
I indefinitely promised, “I’ll think about it. He mumbled what I said and looked up at the ceiling or God, I really couldn’t tell. Then walked around and cooled his heels. “Okay. You think about it. But you’re in with me anyway.” He put the camera down and slipped off his pants. “We gonna do it for the camera now.”
I got up. “We’re not going to do anything for the camera. I’m a married girl, now.”
He said, “I ain’t gonna fuck you; we just gonna make believe. That’s all.”
He hopped into bed. “Where you goin’, girl?”
” I told you, I’m married,” and reached for my clothing.
” You gonna leave me here hard?”
” It’s harder for me than it is for you,” and left him there with his dick in the air.
