by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 40
But back to the present. Not every couple is compatible in everything they do. Lesley is charming, sweet, and patient to learn — that is ever since he met me. In fact, he sees me as this unfathomably mysterious creature who is alluringly incomprehensible and downright bewitching when he least suspects it, contrary to his underlying assumptions.
Nevertheless, it was a beautiful day, and ever since we’d been dating, and now married, he’s been insisting that I teach him how to rollerblade so he can join me in the park. Lesley is one of those men who looks like an athlete. He’s not. I took him sailing and every time we came about he ended up in the water. It’s like every time you switch sides of a table you end up out the window instead of in a chair. So I was leery of taking him out on skates.
I had no choice but to take him to the Band Shell where the area is flat, knowing all too well that this is also where my particular friends in the park all hang out. Little John was there and was terribly amused to meet Lesley for the first time — at a distance that is. He entertained himself from the benches as Lesley stubbornly attempted to make it on his own. He wanted no help of mine. So I let him be and skated around and practiced swans, which is with one leg extended up and parallel to the ground.
Every time I passed Little John it was a little torture. He was thoroughly enjoying my klutzy husband. But I remained strong and ignored Little John’s insults. He didn’t say anything, but then he didn’t have too. Then I found I had company.
“Don’t you say hello to me no more?” Little John skated up and reversed then took my extended balancing hand to partner, I was going to pull it back, but he gripped me hard.
“Lay off my husband.”
“I ain’t said a word ’bout your husband.”
” He’s trying. Just like you did when you started.”
“Now you know better than that, girl. If I was that bad I’d be wearing my nose on the other side of my face. Come on. Let’s go around the park once. I got business to tell you, concerning Alexa.”
I felt like a heel leaving Lesley there all alone, but I just had to hear about Alexa, so I asked one of the girls to give him a hand. Lesley stubbornly insisted that he was ready to go around the park with us. Little John introduced himself and lied, ” I know how you feel. But I didn’t have no one to stop me and I broke my leg. You keep on practicing. You’re doing just fine. You gonna be there any day.”
I told Lesley that Little John and I were old friends. But Little John handled it better, “Carrie and me go way back. She the one taught me how to skate. (Another lie.) Now she gonna be showing me some more moves, that is if you don’t mind?”
There was no way that Lesley was going to admit a little jealously so he agreed to stay behind and take a lesson with one of my girlfriends.
Little John and I skated down 72nd St. and up toward the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
” So what about Alexa?”
“You know she got rid of that Taylor dude.”
“I heard.”
“He was playing with one of her girls.”
“Which one?”
“The one gonna be a lawyer.”
“What other dirt do you have.?”
Little John said, ” She’s not in Atlantic City no more. How do you like that?”
“I love that. How’d you do it?”
“I got it in with the concierges.”
“Kickback?”
“That and some other shit.”
“Which you don’t want to tell me.”
He said, “I’ll tell you this much. I like those hot pink panties you wearing.”
I was wearing a short shapely black mini and a black halter midriff to match my knew black skates. I was going to wear black panties but Lesley insisted on pink; it’s his favorite.
“What else did you notice?”
“Hey, you the one lifted your leg up.”
“You’re not supposed to look.”
” Maybe that’s so for white folks. But you lift your leg, I’m gonna look.”
He skated off the path to the Great Lawn, where we had first met. I followed him and we sat down. We shared water. ” You’re the best looking girl I know, Carrie.”
” I could’ve told you that.”
“Yeah, I know. Modesty for you is treachery.”
I ignored him, “So how’s everything been?”
” Ain’t it natural the way we can sit and talk and enjoy one another.”
” I suppose it is.”
“Some of the johns, they been asking for you.”
“Tell them I’m not that kind of girl.”
“Oh shit, we gonna go through that again?”
“Tell them.”
“Yeah, I’ll tell them you told me that….Look. Remember those two guys, the movie guys, ones that wanted you to audition?”
“I’m not auditioning with that idiot friend of yours.”
“Hey no, that was just spur of the moment. But they got the script finished and they gonna be making it for about ten million dollars.”
“That’s low budget.”
“Carrie, you never done nothing. I advise you take it if you get it.”
“A lot of girls have done nothing and have been in blockbuster films.”
“That’s right. But you gotta make it first. Now get a load of this. Alexa is gonna be auditioning for it”
“What? Since when can she act? You didn’t go get her?”
“Hell no, but Ray, the guy who’s producing it told me all about her, not knowing that I knew all about her. I’m just telling you this, because I read the script and it’s good, too good to let her get her hands on it.”
” So you want me to audition?”
“I want you to do what you want.”
I thought about if for two seconds, ” When and where?”
Little John couldn’t hide his smile, ” Couple of days. I’ll let you know.” He got up, “Let’s go back and see if your Lesley is still in one piece.”
I said, “Just make sure that she isn’t there when I’m there.”
” Don’t worry. They see you they gonna forget they ever heard of her.”
I admitted to Little John, on our way back to the Band Shell, that I was nervous about the audition.
He assured me, “You gonna do just fine.”
“I mean I have taken a couple of acting classes with that movie star…”
“Then you know what to do.”
“But she said that acting is an art. You have to reach deep down. And it’s not always there.”
“That’s what you gonna do. And it’s gonna be there.”
“But what if I can’t find it that day?”
“Don’t you worry. I’m gonna be there to help you out.”
“Really? What do you know about acting?”
He suddenly stopped skating. He was pissed as hell. “The hell you think? ‘Cause I’m some nigger I don’t know nothing?”
“Stop that. I would never have let you fuck me if I thought so. But acting is an art, Little John. One must take it very seriously.”
“And so is bullshitting. I plan on getting you the job whether you can act or not. Let me tell you something, girl. If you needed talent to earn a living in show business they’d all be starving. You gotta act like you do in your business. You listen to what someone tells you and you cue in. Well, it’s the same in the acting business. Now, you’ll go into the audition and you’ll listen and answer the lines so they sound right. I know you know how to do that. You the head of some big company. So, you can to that; you can read a couple of lines and not fuck’em up. At least that much.”
I suppose I was just a bit nervous and needed a helping hand. Little John then gave it to me. “I’m gonna be there, okay hon? Ain’t no one gonna make you feel small or worthless. They try that shit I be on their case so fast they gonna wish they was never born. Long as I’m there you ain’t got a thing to worry about. Just like when you is working for me. Same thing.”
“Can you at least tell me what the story is about. Whom I play?”
“Uh, let’s see…you some girl gonna marry some guy who is going to jail for something he ain’t done. Movie starts out last free night they is together to show how much they love each other. Then they take him away. She has a choice. She either waits twenty years for her man, tries to find the guy who framed him, or helps her man break out.”
“Which does she do?”
“I hope the last two.”
I wasn’t to sure what he had meant, but it certainly sounded like a pretty good movie or at least one with potential, and it gave me confidence to know that I was going to be part of something good, but then that also made me nervous. I told Little John and he stopped skating again. He was losing patience. I felt so small while he stared down at me.
“Look’it. Alls you gotta do is show to the camera that you two is in deep love. Once the audience know that then they gonna be rooting for you. That’s all you gotta do. Rest of the movie is action. I can’t get into it now because there is no point unless you pass the audition.”
I then asked him, “How should I dress?”
“Carrie. I sometimes gotta wonder about you.”
“I’m nervous. Can’t you be considerate?”
He looked at me and eased up a bit.
“At least tell me what should I wear to the audition?
He looked me over and said, “Okay. This what you do. I want you to be portrayed as a nice girl. I don’t mean no nun or smart ass. So don’t wear no black. Wear that rose silk mini you got.” He lifted up my little skirt and said, “Wear those panties too and a matching bra. I want you to be good looking, not for the part, but for the camera. Your audition is for the camera.”
“What should I wear on top?”
“A bra with straps that easily slip. Sexy not slutty. So wear one of them I-talian silk vrew necks you got. One with a pastel color. It’s your last night with the guy for twenty years so you gotta look sincere as well as hot. Think you can do that?”
“Yes, I can. But I’m not wearing that. I have a better idea.”
“I’m sure you do. Now let’s see how the gold medalist is fairing.”
I thought Little John’s idea of how to dress me for the audition was alright, but I wanted to try something that would really grab the moment on camera. I found this Kay Unger striped bustier evening gown — black bands over a red back ground (since black is the dominant color.)
I liked the metaphor of bands as prison bars in contrast with the elegance of the character’s dress. Plus it was dark, moody, not noir, but somber; she is already in mourning. Underneath, she should wear a black lacy sheer embroidered cropped bustier, strapless of course, with matching lacy embroidered V-string panties. Nothing else. No garter to fuss with. It’s her last night with her husband, maybe forever. Anything could happen in prison.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the audition, even though I hadn’t even read the script and wouldn’t be doing so until the afternoon of the audition. Even more exciting, the lead was going to be there and he’s done some really cool work (at least that’s what I’ve been told). I felt this was a big moment in my life and when I got home from work I was thrilled that all my audition clothing had arrived. Thisley was busy putting it away.
I stripped down and was just about to drop the shoulder straps of my bra when Thisley returned. “I’ve hung everything up madam.”
“I’m just in the mood to try it on.”
“Everything, madam?”
“Everything.”
“Yes, madam.”
He returned with my lacy embroidered black cropped bustier. “You’ll look lovely in this madam.” I turned around and he unclasped my bra. I dropped my shoulder straps and he quickly slipped it off. There was an odd look to his face. “What is it, Thisley?” “Madam, I think the bustier you bought, as lovely as it is, may be the incorrect size.”
” Nonsense. I bought it myself.” He stared at my breasts. I said, “Thisley. My breasts look larger than they are. You should know that by now.”
He tendered a slight bow of his head, “Yes, madam.” I arched up my back to show him how firm and pert I am and said, “I’m a perfect 34 D.”
“Yes, madam, but…” He apologetically showed me my bustier. I had bought a 34 C. Well, you can’t always be right.
“I see.”
“Yes, madam.”
“Take it away, then.” I felt like a fool.
I felt wretchedly stupid for having reprimanded him. (See Chapter 1 to see what happened with the first butler). He returned with a quarter cup bra and told me to put it on. I did what I was told. And meekly tried to assuage the situation by saying, “That’s a good idea.”
“I”ll return this other thing in the morning and get you the correct size. Now take of your panty and put the new one on. It would be remiss if one had to take two trips back to the store.” I detected a bit of steeliness in his tone.
I smartly did what I was told, “What do you think, Thisley?”
“It will go very well with your new outfit for the audition, madam.”
I felt better, as if the tension had passed. But it hadn’t all dissipated. Thisley was too good a butler to ever give reason to leave. Rodney was the one who needed it. So, I tried to correct the situation.
“Thisley, do you mind if I ask you something?”
“No, madam.”
“I generally don’t request this, but, well,” I bit my lip and said it, ” I think I need a spanking.”
“Why is that, madam?”
“I’m beginning to feel as if you’re not happy here.”
“I’ve never been happier, madam.”
“Do you like spanking me?”
“When you need it, yes.”
“Do I need it?”
“Madam, I think we both know.”
“I need to be spanked, Thisley.”
“Are you sure, madam?”
“Absolutely sure. In fact, you must spank me more often. You shouldn’t wait till things come to blow. Next time I give you lip take me right into my bedroom and drop my panty.”
“I will do that, madam. I will certainly be more keen in the future. It is all my fault that things have gotten lax around here. I must apologize.”
“You spank. I’ll do the apologizing. Now spank me good and hot on my bottom. Don’t be lax. Make your mistress kick and scream. It’s what she needs.”
I undid my bra and dropped it to the floor so he could see how spanking ripe my large nippled breasts were. (I am always like that when I need a spanking.) I stood firm and showed him the loveliness I had to offer. I lowered my panty midway so he could see my hot bush. Then I slightly angled my bottom and offered it to him. I lowered my panty further. Then I reached into the drawer beside me and took out quite a large dildo and handcuffs, “And when you’re done, cuff me to the headboard and give me some therapy with this. Like you’ve done with Mrs. Groton. I’m jealous that you haven’t seen to me, too.” I handed him the dimpled candy red dildo and the cuffs.
“Yes, madam.”
Thisley proceeded to spank my bottom hot and hard. He was fast and furious and slapped and spanked me with the thoroughness of a good whip, which is what Thisley said I would soon be needing. When he was done with me, he put me down on my bed, cuffed my wrists to the bedpost, lifted up my legs and pushed my hot little panty right up to my ankles and began with my therapy. I was terribly noisy and unable to control myself. It was something we’d been working on and I felt terrible for having failed in my efforts once again.
Learning to deny oneself cheap pleasure is to rise above the wretched mortals. Wisely he carries his own set of cuffs and brought my legs back and cuffed them to the head board. I was now thoroughly cuffed and he was able to go on with my therapy without all the commotion and kicking from me. I think I modestly succeed in thwarting off the demons once Thisley got to work on me, but then finally succumbed and became wretchedly wanton and slutty.
Later, feeling somewhat refreshed and corporally restituted, I visited my husband in his study. He looked up from his papers so I could kiss him and said, ” The doctor called with the tests. You’re pregnant.”
