by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 59
A little business, a little lunch, a little socializing seemed to be the perfect way to spend a Saturday afternoon with New York sophisticates.
Jane had called and said, “Let’s be naughty.” We had met at Princeton. She was going to be a poet and had planned on spending her life in poverty writing about the world’s evils wearing only a sackcloth and Birkenstocks, but upon graduation she realized that with her trust fund she could be more miserable being happy, and she’s one of the happiest, or should I say miserable girls I know.
Jane is an attractive loving sweet girl with classic good looks. She has light brown hair with radiant blue eyes and a wonderfully good body, but she’s been unlucky with boyfriends as of late so we decided to meet and talk about it. As soon as we found a nice table at a fashionable restaurant she began spilling her heart out. It became very clear that she was very lonely and horny as well. She’d been finding it hard to find someone and was coming to believe that it might never happen. I tried to cheer her up, but I didn’t have much luck.
Then Little John called. I excused myself for a second and kept the conversation low. “Hey bitch” Little John’s timing was always perfect. “I’m with a friend. Do you mind? I’ll see you later.” “I’ll be over early. I got a gift for my niece.” “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re not her uncle?” “Yo, I’m her uncle. Alls you got is a bunch of sisters, and when are you gonna introduce me to them?” “Never.” “I introduced you to all my friends.” I was about to tell him that there’s a difference between friends and family, but L. J. has his own ideas about reality. “I’ll see you later. I have to go.”
Jane and I finished lunch and I felt terrible that we hadn’t gotten anywhere concerning her problem. When she said, “You just have to let me see your little girl,” I jumped at the idea, but on our way home I got a call from my office to stop by to pick up some work to review over the weekend. “Tell you what. Why don’t you stop by on your own? I’ll leave word with my doormen to let you up.” At least Jane would have some fun with my little one. Maybe that would cheer her up.
I wanted to rush home to meet up with Jane, but I got held up at the office. When I returned home much later I got the so-so news that L.J. was upstairs. Seems he’d been shopping at F.A.O. Schwarz. L.J. was not cheap.
I found the nanny in the nursery, both she and the baby were asleep. I wanted to take a quick shower and relax, but generally when L.J. stops over it’s to give me a good long hot fucking. Not that I wasn’t in the mood, in fact he’s learned that I need to be thoroughly fucked on a daily basis, which had made it easier for him to turn me into a prostitute.
I slipped off my blouse, bra and mini skirt and went looking for L. J. just in my panties, stockings, and heels. I was already feeling horny. I went down the hallway, past the sleeping quarters and as I reached the living room I suddenly heard a noise. I pushed the door of the study open and saw something that totally shocked me.