Speaker 1: What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. In this episode, we're picking up where we
left off with Virginia Robert's memoir The Playboy's Billionaire Club.
No pretty girl is safe from the allurement of these villains,
procuring the youth off of every street in the world.
I knew that day, more than ever before, those morals
did not exist for people like this. Jeffrey once told
me that every girl he had sexual relations with has
benefited in their career, finances or an achievement in marriage
with a successful colleague of his. Mine was the massage career,
ever so often still giving me a lesson from a professional,
which kept me quiet for a while Longer. I thought
I was already knee deep in this world. If I
gave up, after putting myself through all of this hell,
it would have all been for nothing. So I treaded lightly, constantly,
at risk of being replaced by another willing participant and
playing the eager student he wanted me to be. We
met Galainne and Emmy in NYC, and it wasn't a
blissful reunion as I hoped for. Wanting a break from
all of this, I was just looking forward to getting
back to Palm Beach, not leaving for a further four
more days. I got home late in the evening, as
Jeffrey invited me out to the movies after he had
relaxed at his house for a while. After landing, I
put my keys through the door to my apartment and
walked into a quiet house, not thinking anyone was at home.
I set my suitcase on the floor and put my
cell phone on charges I always did to be accessible
for whenever Jeffrey and Glenn would call. I went to
get a drink out of the fridge, and I heard
some noises coming out of the back of my apartment,
where my bedroom was. I started back there and slowly
turned my doorknob to reveal TJ on top of another girl.
When they noticed they weren't alone anymore, TJ got off
her with promptness. I recognized as a girl from seeing
her around at parties, and she was the town lowey,
scattering her trail of guys along with her presumable diseases.
And I wasn't shy to verbalize that when she tried
to open her mouth and calm the heated situation between TJ,
and I. She didn't like her cards on the table
in front of the guy she was screwing around with,
and got up in a fit of rage to attack me,
still nude, with only my new white sheets to cover
her body. I threw her out of my house along
with TJ. I've been paying for your way for months,
only finding out you're sleeping with the biggest slut and
royal palm beach. At least have some dignity and higher
your standards. I didn't really have a leg to stand
on since I had started this relationship giving him the
knowledge I had a sugar daddy to answer to above him.
You're gone all the time, and with that old man,
what did you expect me to do? He was right,
I wanted what I couldn't have, but I needed some
time to cool down and accept my situation. I loved
having TJ around to come home to, and he used
to be my best friend in school days I convinced
myself of the lies I continued to accept. Days later,
I was still not speaking with TJ. Mentally adjusting to
my circumstances, I thought i'd have the day off to relax,
since I hadn't been called all day until about five pm,
when Galayne called and said Jeffrey would like a massage
in an hour. Grudgingly, I got up from relaxing on
the couch, got dressed and put my makeup on, meeting
wand downstairs. A half an hour later. Jeffrey was already
lying on the massage table when I walked in. I
started the massage, being very quiet from my somber mood.
When Jeffrey picked up on it and said, you know,
it's not good to massage people when you're angry. You
could pass on negative energy. I wasn't sure if he
was being serious or just trying to be nice so
I could speak about what was bothering me. Not being
able to contain my emotion any further, I told him
what happened with TJ and broke down in tears. The
little heart broke in from living such a lie. He
turned around from his massage and sincerely paused for a second,
thinking he was going to console me, but instead he
laughed at the very prospect of my notion that monogamous
relationships ever existed. Are you serious? He said, he was
only doing what every guy in the world does. You
can't hold that against him. I replied with a lighthearted gesture,
whose side are you on anyway? His answer stuck with
me for many years to come. I'm on your side,
which is why I'm going to save you a lot
of grief with this one tip. Never expect a man
to be faithful, and you'll never be let down. It's
just the way us men are genetically imprinted. The remainder
of the massage, I just pretend like I wasn't further
saddened by his response, but in fact, having tacked enlightened,
I would never come to him for any other relationship
advice ever again. He told me that I'd be fine
if I just listened to my mentor. He still loved
role playing the teacher and me the pupil, like the
old days before he got rich and only used to
be a college professor. I finished the massage and fulfilled
my sexual duties before being sent home, wanting to collapse
in anguish. TJ was outside my apartment door when I
got there, his mom waiting downstairs in her minivan, just
in case I kicked him out again. He pleaded his
guilt and promised that he would never see her again,
agreeing with me that she was a town slut, and
he screwed up big time. I led him back into
my apartment and back into my life for that matter,
but more aware of the world I was being led
into believing was of normal conduct accepted by everyone in
this sick world. Jeffrey was going back to NYC and
told me to have a few days off before his
assistant at the office would arrange an e ticket on
a commercial flight for me to join him later in
the week. I had just made loads of money from
my previous trip and wanted to relax like any teenager does,
so I threw a hotel party that weekend on Singer
Island and Rivera Beach, inviting only a small group of
friends to begin with. The hotel room quickly filled up
with a flood of teens and the pumping music was blaring.
The room had a balcony overlooking the pool and the
beach that became the smoker section. I wasn't a real
smoker at that point, preferring to have a p or
a spiffed blunt instead, so I made it to my
rule to go outside, trying to prevent holes in the carpet.
But it didn't last too long. When our forbidden walls
came tumbling down. Making so much money that I could
supply my wild parties with an assortment of drugs like trips, ecstasy,
and coke, as well as an abundance of alcohol that
TJ had all the contacts for. Made my fellow teens
admire me. It definitely gave me a head swell, thinking
here I was so young, but so grown up already,
with all of my peers from high school looking up
to me. In the wee hours of the morning, we
were still going hard, with our pupils dilated into little
black diamonds. We were all having in depth conversations about
life and where we would all end up. When this
charad was all said and done. Nobody got to sleep
that night as the room slowly dwindled in numbers as
people were finding their way home to recover from the
repercussions of drugs wearing down out of their intoxicated system.
When I flew out to NYC to meet Jeffrey the
next day, I was still in a horrible state, not
knowing what was wrong with me. Thinking it was just
a bad come down. I rushed out of the elevator
and down the hall to my room, sweating profusely to
make it just in time to the toilet to throw
up bile again. For the uncountable time since getting off
the plane, I was having intense cramps in my stomach,
and when I was called down to meet Jeffrey in
the massage room, I had to decline for the first time.
I told the housekeeper that I wasn't feeling very ill
after the flight, maybe some of the food for lunch,
and needed to lie down for a while. Nobody came
up to check on me for hours or even called.
Waking up from my much needed nap, I pulled the
expense of white sheets to find myself in a pool
of my own sweat and blood. I was covered in
red stains that drenched the pants I was wearing. I
had no idea what was going on. I could only
focus on the dire amount of pain I was in.
In between the heaves of throwing up and crying simultaneously,
I was able to reach the phone and call the
house On the intercom, I told her that I needed
to go to a hospital immediately and slam the phone down,
only to fall back to the floor, hurtled in a ball.
She didn't hesitate in, calling Golaine, who ran up to
see what was wrong. Golaine then called Jeffrey, who was
in his office at the time, and told them to
hurry up to my level, stressing to him that it
was an emergency, thinking that they really cared about me
for the first time since I had known them, They
came with me to the hospital. With me. Now I
realized I was only a liability in getting them caught,
and they needed to get the doctors before I could
say something incriminating. They were suspecting the worst now and
seeing he never wore a condom with me and from
our previous conversations, they knew I always made TJ ware one,
they feared the situation at hand when he saw the
catastrophic state I was in. At that point, I was
a housemaid who helped me get up and assisted me
down to the car where Jojo was waiting for me.
He drove us to either Lennox Hill Hospital or Mount
Sinai he can't remember as it was so blurry. In
such a condition, rushed in for immedia testing, I was
uncontrollably vomiting and in so much agony. I was given
an injection to help me subside the intense pain, and
a nurse came in to ask who would pay for this,
and although I insisted my parents' insurance still covered me,
Jeffrey persisted that he could take all of the medical
bills and gave the nurse his information. When the pain
relief kicked in, everything and everyone dwindled away, until I
felt like Alice in Wonderland who just swallowed the shrinking tablet,
and everyone standing around me seemed to move so quick,
speak so loud, and hover above me. When I awoke
from my induced state, I was alone in a different room,
not knowing at all what went on, but feeling a
little better. I called in the nurse, who looked through
my charts and checked my vital signs, then told me
the doctor would be in shortly to inform me of
the conclusion to my illness. He was a tall man
with dark hair and a hardened look about him, obviously
from his job in constantly seeing the words Tara stories
Man could think of. He just bluntly told me that
I had miscarried in early stages of pregnancy. I should
be fine to go home as soon as the course
of intravenous antibiotics was complete the news, sunk in fast
and hit a deep nerve. I waited for the doctor
to close the curtain before I let out any emotion
and cried from my disastrous lifestyle that was dragging me
into a world that I wanted a break out of.
This reoccurring cycle of believing I needed men like Jeffrey
to succeed in my life was draining the last bits
of sensitivity left in my heart. I was picked up
by Jeffrey himself, who took the doctor alone to the
side of the busy hallway and had a private conversation
about something Jeffrey wasn't comforting at all. Instead, he sent
me back home to rest for a couple of weeks,
and I only fell deeper into depression, using all forms
of self medication to treat my sorrows. All right, folks,
we're gonna wrap up thisisode right here, and in the
next episode dealing with the topic, we're going to pick
up where we left off. All of the information that
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What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. In this episode, we're picking up where we
left off with the memoir by Virginia Roberts The Billionaire
Playboys Club. Two weeks later, as if Jeffrey was trying
to lighten my spirits, he told me I'd be going
to his island to meet a new client. He is
a Harvard professor named Stephen redacted. We know it's Stephen Pinker.
I would be spending two days with him, showing him
around the island, dining with him, and treating him to
a massage whenever he wanted. And just to interject here,
Stephen Pinker has me blocked on Twitter. Imagine coward. Without
Jeffrey even verbalizing the need to have sex with him,
he told me to keep him happy, like I had
my first client. I packed my suitcase with an island
apparel and kiss TJ goodbye, who at least offered me
a warm embrace upon the news of my miscarriage, but
none other than that, knowing it wasn't his. Stephen was
a quirky little man with white hair and a mad
scientist look about him. We arrived separately, and I greeted
him with one of the housekeepers, picked him up from
the airport and arrived by boat instead of helicopter, as
Jeffrey and Glane often arrive on We made our acquaintances,
and he looked as if he was tripping over himself
with words, obviously delighted with his company and location for
the weekend. I showed him around as Jeffrey had asked,
and took him on an adventurous quad bike ride around
the small curvy pass, leading the way and letting loose
my hair, doing something that gave me a natural high
instead of the prescription one. The sites alone were breathtaking
from the mountainous peaks of the untouched parts of the island.
We sat at a cliff and just sat there, not
saying a word to each other besides to compliment the
site's mother nature had appealed to us. I didn't feel
as if I owed this stranger anything but what was
expected to me by Jeffrey, and I could be polite.
I just couldn't be myself. We got back to the
main villa to see what time dinner would be served
so we could have time to unpack and clean up beforehand.
We both met him at six pm for dinner on
the outside veranda. He sat at the head of the
table and I sat next to him. Politely folding my
napkin to put in my lap. The first time Jeffrey
and Glaine had seen me cut meat and eat with
a fork and knife, they were so appalled making fun
of my unsophisticated habits. Glaine took the forking knife in
her hands and proceeded to show me how to politely
cut my food neat Now that my mannerisms had improved,
they wouldn't have to be worried about my etiquette when
someone important was around anyone. We both drank the red
wine supplied on the table, and it seemed to warm
me up on the breezy night. By the time dinner
was served and another red wine bottle, he seemed to
get funnier. I made fun of his tasseled hair, and
he poked at me for my skinny legs, calling me
a wanna be anorexic. When dessert was brought out, he
asked if he could receive one of the delightful massages
he had been hearing about from Jeffrey. I got more
red wine down and sweetly complied with his offer, dreading
the moment I'd have to see his naked body, let
alone touch it, I asked a housekeeper Kathy that had
been serving us that night, to please have someone set
up a massage bed in one of the cabanas. I
went to my room to down a fuse annex, telling
him I wanted to freshen up after dinner, but to
meet me in his cabana in twenty minutes or so.
I was ready to go, as I had said, twenty
minutes later with the effects of the tablets mixed with
the red wine, and I would be free not to
feel anything. He was still dressed when I got in
the cabana, obviously not accustomed to this and a lot
shyer than what I had been used to. I told
him he'd need to undress and my face down on
the table, putting a towel to cover his bare bottom
to prevent him feeling embarrassed during the massage. I gave
the massage my earnest as I always had, and quickly
got through having intercourse with them, not wanting to make
any foreplay or anything extravagant out of it. I let
him think that's as good as it got, and by
the smile on his face, I thought I had done enough.
The next day, I took him down to the beach
for a real massage under a tiki hut on the
water's edge. It was one of Jeffrey's favorite places to
have a massage as he droned out to the sound
of the waves and my gentle therapeutic strokes. Afterwards, we
had lunch back at the main villa and went back
down to the beach to swim out to the water
trampoline about one hundred meters off the dock. He didn't
do any bouncing around or anything like that. It was
just a good base point for the rest spot after
a long swim. What was really cool about it, though,
was you could see through the mesh and watch fish
swimming underneath. The rest of the afternoon, we spent by
the pool reading magazines and eating fruit plates. Eventually he
went to his cabana to have an app Later on
the night, after dinner and my mixed cocktail of Xanax
and red wine, I asked if he felt like another
massage before I went to bed. He just wanted to
stay up watching movies in Jeffrey's theater room. As peculiar
as that request was to me, I didn't argue it.
I just hope I hadn't disappointed him. In any way
that could make it back to Jeffrey. I showed him
how to use the remote and turn the TV on
when he was finished, before going to bed. The next morning,
we were both catching a flight from Saint Thomas, and
we had no time for anything other than breakfast in packing,
which saved me from having to be too polite, and
we set our goodbyes from the terminal in the airport,
both hurriedly off in separate directions. Thankfully, I arrived back
in Palm Beach only to be told to catch another
flight the next day to NYC, where Jeffrey would fix
me up the money he owed me from treating his
colleague out to an entertaining weekend. I was fixed up
more than I had usually made for two days, which
was great because that car I had been saving for
was finally within my reach. I had been waiting for
the freedom of car gives every teenager for a long time,
and now I had over fifteen thousand dollars saved up.
I could pretty much afford to go by myself. A
nice car outright, looking much better than the last time
I saw. Jeffrey acknowledged it. I went to his office
where he was waiting for me, and he had a
guest with him. She was unusual looking to the common
stereotype dropped dead gorgeous girls Jeffrey had normally introduced me
to of Asian descent. Her name was Renna. Jeffrey had
met her at an art gallery where some of her
own artwork was on display. She had a bubbly persona
about her, and I could then understand why Jeffrey liked
her so much. She fit into the subservient category that
he liked his girls to fall under. It was apparent
to me that they had already slept together in the
short time span they had met. As Her closeness was
oddly noticeable, and I wondered what it was he was
offering to her in exchange for her body. I found
out later that Jeffrey was buying her artwork, promising her
the world as an artist, telling her that he'd have
her work in all the museums in NYC and the
best art exhibits. Everyone was promised something and seemed to
be bought off in some way or another to be
in his company. It was only a matter of time
that the truth would come out. To my own amazement,
Reno was to be assisting me in Jeffrey's massage. This
day not being a total knockout or anything spectacular looks wise,
that is, but for some reason he seemed intrigued enough.
As we made our way through the spectacular mansion. She
was in total awe at every corner, commenting on the
present artwork and the corps that we passed in every hall.
It no longer seems so grandeur to me anymore, but
hearing someone else speak about it in such excitement reminded
me of the days when all of this scene so unforeseen.
When we got to the massage room, or the dungeon
as I used to put it for the medieval looking appearance,
we firstly, out of custom them all had a steam shower,
where Jeffrey expected me to walk her through his servant's duties,
telling her to take his other foot and start rubbing
it in small circles and stroking the arches of his
foot rhythmically. Renna took to her instructions well and began
massaging him too when we all went to the shower next,
and she followed in my exact lead, washing his body
as well. Jeffrey absolutely loved the fact that two teenage
girls were duly pampering them. Jeffrey wanted to move to
the massage bed, and I had to further begin to
show her about the body. Upon his accord, she mimicked
my every move up his legs and buttocks, keeping up
with every stroke, until he could not contain his arousal
any longer, and was already requesting us to start kissing
each other, the start of the very reason we had
even met in the first place. He blatantly stopped the massage,
nowhere near being complete, and turned over to announce his
increased arousal in a physical abundance of grotesqueness. Moving over
to the small couch in the corner of the room,
he made space for her to lie me down on
the massage table, as he had commanded him to do,
in such domineering tone that he wasn't used to being
spoken down to with. From that very moment onwards, and
from the look on his face, he was telling for
her to orchestraight an hour of deliverance upon my meek nature.
He started to stroke his erect manhood as he was
being tantalized, watching her take over every inch of my
body in a dominating act of seduction. I was left
breathless and sore after my first introduction into the world
of s and m. Renna considered herself the dominatrix. She
loved bondage, whipping, hitting, and eventually cutting her sex partner
with little sharp knives until they subdued to her punishment
and agonizing pain. She was absolutely crazy if you were
to ask me, and I couldn't help but wonder what
got her into this in the first place. All I
knew was that Jeffrey was absurdly taking into the appeal
of watching us to interact, often with her act acting
as my mistress, who would fondle me with an insurmountable
amount of whips and toys. Then she would love to
finish off every session by hitting me across the face
with a hard blow from the back of her hand
and sneering over my curled up body, showing Jeffrey her
ability to make others surrender to her extreme force. She
could be so opposite all of a sudden and be
tenderly intimate with Jeffrey, stroking his penis lovingly and even
speaking in baby talk to him. Would he seemed to adore.
He loved paring us up so much that within months
he made Renta an official, renting her an apartment at
the same place he had one for me. During my
extensive trips out to NYC, sending us out shopping together
at all of the underground CD sex stores downtown, we
would bring him back thousands of dollars worth of sexy outfits,
sex toys, and bondage material. His favorite one was a
black leather studded collar that led down the back of
my spine to cuff my hands and feet together, offering
Renna the most compromising positions to wield her afflictions, one
she was excited to pick out for my usage. She
was good at eradicating my softer side, though, helping me
forge an unpredictable scenario of me turning the tables on her,
making her at my will instead of me always being
at her twisted discretion. Jeffrey loved the rivalry between us,
both striving to dominate the other one, but to me
it was just another way of surviving her punishment all
for show. I thought she was a madam let loose
in the torturesome domain of violent sex and unbearable beatings.
I wasn't sure how long I could hold off this
charade of snm I just didn't want Jeffrey to think
I couldn't give him everything that she could, always being
replaceable in his company. She and I could often come
across as good friends to his blind eye, but it
was only a matter of time before the animosity inside
of me was going to snab. Doing normal things too
made it all bearable. Having a lot of similar interests.
We did fun things like go to the theater to
watch Phantom of the Opera, or visit several historical and
art museums together afterwards treating ourselves to a giant piece
of greasy NYC style pizza. Like I said, we really
liked each other purely as friends, but the dominance in
the massage chambers was taking its toll on our strange friendship.
One average trip back to NYC, she surprised Jeffrey with
the six by six foot oil painting of her and
Eye lying nude in a yin and yang position facing
each other. Although we were soliciting each other with sexual innuendo,
the picture was still very carefully orchestrated to perfectly betray
the darker side of Jeffrey's thrills. It was an amazing
piece of work, besides the lewdness of it, But she
would have known that's exactly what kind of art Jeffrey liked.
He was so astounded by her gift, as he had
previously asked her to construct a small painting of us together,
but was not expecting anything of this grand magnitude she
had presented him with. He lifted her from the ground
and twirled her around before he thanked her profusely and
embellished her with this profound gratitude. The only thing Jeffrey
had to offer, he handed her a small wat of
cash as her payment. It was the most appreciation I
had ever seen him, showing a girl obviously moved by
her gesture. He got her an exhibit in NYC's Metropolitan
Museum of Art, where she submitted her very own piece.
She sculpted an image of my headshot out of clay,
shaping it with the strands of my long hair blowing
across my face. I was taken aback myself at her creation.
She really did have an amazing talent. If not for
her meaner streak, she would have been a great friend.
I will never forget Renna for all of the ups
and the downs that we endured together. All Right, folks,
we're gonna wrap up right here, and in the next
episode we're gonna pick up or we left off. All
of the information that goes with this episode can be
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to another episode of the Epstein Chronicles. In this episode,
where diving right back to Virginia Roberts memoir The Billionaire
Playboys Club. It wasn't too much longer before I finally
had enough of the abuse in the bedroom, and I
had to tell Jeffrey that I was what I was feeling.
She was getting even more violent as time went on,
and with her questioning me and Jeffrey why she didn't
get brought on long trips with him. She didn't get
the fact that she was just a tool for him
to use. Jeffrey said he was already thinking about getting
rid of her off of his regular list. He said
she was becoming too clingy and he didn't like the
clinginess or jealousy. I never even got to say goodbye
or take opportunity to keep her as a friend, like
a girlfriend to catch up with once in a while.
But that's how it was with Jeffrey. One day you
sat under his blanket of comfortability, and the next, without warning,
you could be discarded like yesterday's news. She would have
taken it hard, but that's the game we were playing,
and it was for those who knew what lines not
to cross. I was further surprise the next day when
Jeffrey gave me one thousand dollars to go shopping downtown
Manhattan to find a classy dress. On top of being
sent to the exclusive beauty salon of celebrity stylist Frederick
Forrakai for a new look. It was amazing to be
pampered like royalty. I walked out of their feeling like
I had replaced a young girl with a young woman.
I felt beautiful. He had yet another surprise in store
for me. Glenn called and told me I needed to
go to a photo developing store and ask them for
two ID photos, then bring them downtown to Jeffrey's Manhattan office.
Weird request, I thought I was more used to posing
in full body shots being sexually exposed. As a gift
for Jeffrey, I did as they asked and took my
two photos into the office where Jeffrey's assistant was waiting
for my arrival, still not telling me what the headshots
were for. She took them from me and told me
to have a seat for a second. A moment later,
I heard Jeffrey call me into his office. I like
what you've done with your hair. You've gone more blonde,
suit your glowing ten. I replied with an appreciative thank
you for sending me to such a renounced hairstylist and
shopping money. I showed on my fines for the day,
an elegant off the shoulder navy blue dress that had
two layers that would swoosh and sway with my every stride.
I couldn't wait to wear it on a special occasion,
and I wouldn't have to The pictures I had to
bring them, as would proceed to tell me, were for
my first passport. I was so excited. We were going
to France for a close friend of Jeffrey and Glane's
birthday party, famed supermodel Naomi Campbell. I was so overjoyed
with excitement. Loo girl my age with a background like
mine was attending socialized parties and globe trotting the world.
It only made it harder for me to see beyond
the elusive walls I had put up to protect myself
from the appalling truth. We left in early April, first
going to London, Paris, and then our final destination being
Sanchrope in southern France. If Hallmark had a postcard, Santrope
would definitely be on the front of it. It was
beautiful spring weather and everywhere you looked, women were dressed
and bikini tops branded with some kind of designer label
embedded into it, and men were following them around like
harping dogs in heat. In all of the elegance of
the Mediterranean, san Trope was an impressive landmark. Jeffrey and
Glane were staying in one of the private cottages on
the park on the grounds, while Emmy and I stayed
in separate quarters inside the hotel. The old style cobblestone
streets were lined with boutique shops and beauty parlors. It
was the hedonistic stopping grounds of the beyond rich and famous.
The next day we went to lunch at the grand
opening of the infamous Nikki Beach Club, where a cheap
glass of champagne costs around two hundred dollars and if
you're not keeping the alcohol consumption, flowing like water, you'd
be asked to leave to make way for the constant
flow of prosperous patrons. That's where I first got to
meet Naomi Campbell. She was wearing the typical attire strutting
around Southern France, a dng bikini top and wrap around
mini skirt to go over her swimsuit bikini. She was
so tall and stunningly beautiful. Her charisma was energetic, funny,
and everyone seemed to hang off of her every word
and laugh at her every joke. Glenn and Jeffrey kissed
her cheeks and wished her a happy birthday, and then
I was introduced and followed in their suite. She had
surrounded by a league of assistants, friends and fans, which
didn't make it easy for us to all converse, but
she got enough time in to invite us a bordiyacht
of a fellow she was kind of seeing at the
time for the before party ahead of tonight's event. We
went back to the hotel and I gave Jeffrey a
massage in his room before we all headed down to
the pool to soak in some of the years for
sun rays. I loved wearing my new ball gown and
feeling like a princess. It was absolutely sensational and made
me feel as if I floated in the dress. I
swept up my long hair in a twisted clip, only
letting down a few curly strands, and layered on the mascara,
receiving many compliments throughout the evening. When we eventually left
the yacht to make our appearance at the main birthday bash,
I couldn't help but feel excitement for the party to come.
It was the first celebrity birthday bash I had ever
been to. Being introduced to model after model and the
rich men that followed them around became dizzying. Jeffrey sat
back and watched as I buoyantly worked the dance floor,
coming back to wear the table where he was only
to grab another glass of champagne every now and then.
Every so often he had introduced me to someone new,
pulling me aside to show off his eager young messuse
to his fellow petals. These people had so much money
pouring out of them. I don't know why he even
thought they'd care in the first place. It made me
feel good, though at least I knew I made him
proud to have me in his company. Being surrounded by
so many at Jeffrey's colleague and his like minded people
that were considered the most sophisticated and the highly esteemed
of today's world nearly made the way I was living
lately more fathomable, at least to myself. I thought, of
everyone looks up to these people, and they're all accepting
of it. I must be just the way that the
world turns. I danced with the young prince that night,
and with all of the help from the bubbly Champagne,
I couldn't remember his name for the life of me.
On one of my trips back to the table for
another glass, Jeffrey leaned over, quietly whispering in my ear
that it was a prince that I had actually been
dancing with, and it didn't phaze me in the least way.
I went back to the dance floor and continued to
let my hair down. It was a fun bash, the
entire crowd saying Happy Birthday in Naomi, and by the
time we got back to the car to retreat for
the night, I was giddy from the drinking and dancing
all evening. We had a guest in the car, and
apparently we had already been introduced, but I couldn't even
remember his name in the first five minutes of our
meeting again. He was the hotel owner of some large
chain in America called Hilton, staying at one of the
cottages near Jeffrey's. He saw it quaint to loan me
out for a night's massage. To run an almost perfect evening,
Jeffrey told me to come back to the room after
I was finished with Rick. Thankfully he reminded me of
his name, but also a lot I thought, being so late,
I would have never imagined Jeffrey could stay up this late,
but I never made a fuss out of his requests.
I gave him affirmation of my understood instructions and headed
off with this stranger into the darkness. I dimmed the
bright lights in his bedroom to a softer tone, as
it might aid with the vision of this short, balding
man with straggling remnants of curly brown hair left to
show off the remaining bits of youth left in him,
I had to ask him to undress and lay on
top of the towel that I had picked up from
the neatly folded pile at the end of his bed
and spread it over the duvet. I didn't want to
waste a second in this place, getting right to the
very reason I was even there, turning around while he
was getting undressed. Being our first time together, I wanted
to give him the impression I was actually a therapist
and not a finale to the end of the night's entertainment.
Not exactly what he had in mind, though, given that
my impression was already made for me when Jeffrey arranged
for our meeting in the first place, his chuckle to
my response was condescending as he came up behind me
and unzipped my dress, which floated to the floor as
he was saying, you can't really expect to give me
a massage wearing this here, sweetie, I'll help you out
of it. He just wanted to see the hidden bounty
my clothes were hindering his eyes from seeing. I just
went about my way, trying to get his hands off
of me and to get him to lie down for
the massage. Making quaint conversation with him was pointless as
I was trying to send his thoughts elsewhere other than
the apparent perverted schemes were playing in his mind, from
the heavy breathing he was making and the looks he
was giving to me. I was using all kinds of
truth in the turn Off Book, even asking him about
his wife and his kids. Unquestionably, he was in seventh Heaven,
turning every one of my distractions into another flattering compliment.
He was saying things like, I love what you do
to me. I have never felt like this before. Come
stay with me, and I'll pay you double, no triple,
whatever Jeffrey pays you. Knowing that he was just a
drunk idiot, I wasn't being lured in by any of
his offers of money or a privileged lifestyle. I knew
these cages all too well, and I was better off
sticking with one that I was at least accustomed to.
Already holding back any composure for now. He was going
extremely wild, ravishing at my body, trying to tear off
my panties like a hungered wild animal. After all the
champagne I had drunk that night, it gave me the
nerve that I needed to know exactly how to handle
perverts like this, one who had been no different from
every other schmuck in my life, and I quickly shut
him up with a blowjob, lasting no longer than two
terrible minutes. It had only been of a half an
hour before I was already getting quickly getting dressed and
hurrying out of his cottage door. When I got to
Jeffrey's cottage, I rushed through the door and told Jeffrey
and Glane, who were sitting in front of the fireplace
reading books, that I had never wanted to see that
guy again. When they asked me what was the matter,
I told them of everything that had happened that night,
even how he offered for me to come work with them,
getting paid triple. I established a lot of trust with
Jeffrey that night. He asked me why I didn't accept
the offer, and I responded, who would look after you
if I were gone? Like a Karen grandfather would do.
He pulled me into his chest for a hug and
told me that meant a lot to him. It was
late in the night and I was tired, but still
had to give Jeffrey his massage that night. He asked
me to just rub his feet as he fell asleep,
and thankfully, he was out like a light no time.
The next morning, I took two headache tablets and a
ginger ale instead of a coffee, trying to contain my
hangover as best as possible behind the Paris sunnies. It
was mid afternoon by the time I had felt like
myself again. We spent the day yacht hopping, soaking in
the sunny weather while Jeffrey and Glane caught up with
old acquaintances. Emmy and I were just successories to look
good on the arms of them. The next day wrapped
up the tail end of our trip and commenced our
flight back to the US. I was paid a generous
amount and set off to go car shopping as soon
as I got back to Florida. Through a private seller,
I was able to pay out right for my car.
I got a Dodge Dakota and cherry red and immediately
had an impressive sound system put in. She was my
pride and joy and taste of freedom. I would love
to drive her down to Lakeworth Beach to sit in
my car and watch the waves while I listened to
my stereo blur music and puffed on a jay, letting
the rest of the world pass by while I sat
back and watched them walk past, wondering to myself what
their story was about all right, folks, were gonna wrap
up right here and in the next episode dealing with
the topic, we're gonna pick up where we left off.
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