by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 95
Delmore, Little John’s whore house charge d’affairs was on the phone, “Just called to let you know that he’s not here.” “For how long?” ” You said call. I’m calling.”
“Look, Delmore. I don’t know.” I hadn’t whored myself in quite a while. “What do you mean you don’t know? Being a Park Avenue girl has now gotten to your head?”
I said, “How about if I just hang around a bit?” “He ain’t gonna be here for a week, so like, take your time, but don’t take too much. “
Delmore opened the door for me at around ten o’clock on Tuesday evening. He gave me a big hug. Then took me over to the premium room with the bar. Tuesdays was always slow so I felt I could get comfortable and not get rushed.
“How’s business?” He looked at me, “Hon, they been asking for you.” I liked hearing that, but I had to pretend I didn’t. He said, “You can relax, I got this room closed for the next hour.” I said, “Your boss wouldn’t like that.” Delmore said, “I’m the boss. Or haven’t you heard?” I hadn’t.
Delmore made me a drink and brought it to me as I got comfortable on the black velvet couch. He said, “I own this place.” “Why would Little John sell out?” He said, “His wife don’t like this kind of business.” I wasn’t ready for that. Somehow I always thought Little John was always mine. The scotch was good. That proved to me Delmore wasn’t lying. “Is she white?” He looked at me with that smile, “What do you think?” I asked, “What’s she like?” He was hesitant then spoke, “He married Kendall?”
I had heard about her divorce with the doctor. But this was a bit too much. I mean, where was she going to take her pimp? To the Junior League? I was terribly jealous. And it showed. Delmore was quick to comfort me, “She may be blonde and pretty, but he only married her ’cause of that.” I said, “Kendall isn’t stupid.” He shook his head, “A girl in love always is.” I knew what he meant.
I put my drink down. Delmore said, “What’re you doing?” I slipped off my white cashmere sweater, kicked off my little black Italian booties, then unbuttoned my 501’s, slipped them off and dropped them on the floor. “Come over here, Delmore.” I turned and he unclasped my bra and let it drop to the floor.”
All I had on was a slim bikini satin white panty with lacy frills at the hem. Delmore said, “Hon, too bad I’m queer, ’cause you do have one very bad beautiful body.” He eyed my sloping big tits and extended nipples.
I said, “Being a girl is nothing but trouble. Give me another drink.” I handed him the empty glass. He filled it. I swallowed it down. “Anybody comes in and wants a whore, tell them there’s a pretty white girl who needs to get fucked.”
An hour later I came back into the room all sweaty. My panty barely gripped my hips, it had been tugged off so hard. There was cum dripping through. Delmore said, “I hope you’re protected.” I said, “I hope so, too.” He made me a drink and said, “Let me see your bottom.” I showed him. “Nice and red.” Then he dropped my panty and said, “It’s still dripping.” I said, “He had a friend. Or didn’t you know?”
He had me sit down. He took off my little panty and then had me open my legs. “Squeeze.” Cum oozed out of my pussy. He said, “Want me to clean you up?” I said, “No. Let it drip.”