Speaker 1: What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. In this episode, we're going to pick up
where we left off with Virginia roberts memoir The Billionaires
Playboy Club. The bar was deserted as TJ waited alone
for me, slumped in a bar stool and looking worse
for wear. I had to go to the back of
the restaurant and do some explaining to the manager on duty.
I couldn't afford to lose my job over this incident. Surprisingly,
he was sympathetic towards my dilemma and told me that
I could do a lot better than that schmuck, patting
my back and telling me to have a couple days off.
I punched out and headed to the car, with TJ
in tow For the rest of the night, he was
oddly quiet and asked to be dropped off at his
parents' house. I was more than obliged to do so.
I couldn't even stand the sight of him, never mind
wanting to be around him for the night. Being so
revved up, it didn't yet dawn on me that something
wasn't right. The next morning, I was awoken by an
alerting phone call. I had the manager from the restaurant
where I worked on the other end, screen at me
and asking where the money is. I sat up in bed,
completely awake now, and asked him back, what are you
talking about? What money? His tone had calmed a bit
and he could hear the earnestness in my voice and
explained his accusations. The tip jar was empty after you
had left last night, and there was over one hundred
and fifty dollars in there. Now it's missing. The answer
hit me instantly, and I got a terrible nood in
my stomach. TJ when I left him at the bar,
not even thinking about the tip bowl to talk to
my manager. He saw an opportunity to fund more drugs
and he took it. That's why he didn't even want
to come back to my apartment last night. It was
all too clear for me now, and I tried to
explain to my manager about my boyfriend's sickness and asked
him to take the lost money out of my wages.
I have no choice but to let you go and
file a police report for the missing money. I couldn't
believe what I was hearing. How did things turn upside
down so quickly? I exclaimed, even though I'm paying you
from my pocket for money I didn't even steal, and
you've never even had any problems from me before. His
apologies were short and icy, nothing that could be done.
I slammed down the receiver, only to pick it up
again in dial TJ's parents' house, and to no surprise,
he hadn't slept there last night and was not able
to be reached. I felt like I was in a
bad dream I couldn't wake up from, and with no
money to pay rent, or eat or even survive, I
was back to the drawing board. The week passed without
hearing from TJ. He was in hiding for now. When
the phone rang early one morning, I expected it to
be him. Instead, it was a surprise call from a
familiar voice. Jeffrey decided to give me a call to
invite me over to his Palm Beach mansion for some
lunch and to catch up. It was really just his
way of finding out if I was cleaned up and
ready to come back to work for him. With my
life in chaos once again and having to borrow money
off my parents for a grocery food, I saw a
quick solution to my situation. And was even convinced that
this was what I had to do to take care
of myself. He greeted me at the door and led
me inside. Golene was at her usual spot her desk,
working away, and we headed past her with a quick
wave and lip saying to low, not wanting to disturb
her important sounding phone call. She glanced up quickly and
gave me a brisk wave, then put her attention back
to the computer. Once we were inside the pulside cabana,
which was Jeffrey's office in Jim Jeffrey took a seat
behind his desk and told me to have a seat
across from him. He took a simple water from an
already poured glass and asked me if I'd like some. Yes,
thank you. My reply was short and polite, already just
wanting to get this meeting done and over with. His
face was like steel and his expressions were stern. I
felt like a child in trouble sitting in the principal's office.
He cut straight to the chase, wanting to know are
you on drugs anymore? There was a moment's pause as
I took a deep breath and told him the entire truth.
I got really depressed for a while and cope with
my emotions by blanketing them with mine altering substances. Just
smoking a jade or relax wasn't good enough anymore. I
needed to be high and flying to believe I was
happy and dealing with all of life's curveballs. Snorting things
like coke and popping amphetamines replaced my sorrows with an
overflow of endorphins, making it possible to keep up with
everything until I would come down, and the cycle just
keeps repeating itself. He listened to me, continued to tell
him about the good things that have come from the break,
like my dog, yoga and working at a restaurant, making
lots of new friends. But most of all, I got
my smile back without the drugs. This time, he was
really happy to hear the upside of everything. But there
was one thing that I was reluctant to tell him
about my recent travails that TJ effortlessly caused at the
restaurant where I was so happily employed. As my manager
had warned, he had filed a police report stating that
after I had left, the tip were gone, putting the
blame solely on me, giving Jeffrey a clearer picture of
the entire ordeal. He exclaimed, what are you doing with
this idiot, Jenna? He is no good for you. I
know that you can do better for yourself. Why do
you let him drag you down? Every time? Nodding my
head in concurrence, I went on to finish my epic drama.
I received a phone call from the PBCP asking me
to come in about the money. I told them what
happened over the phone, but they still want me to
come in. I don't want to have a record for
something I never did or wouldever do. I put my
face into my hands and covered the tears now trickling
down my cheeks. I just can't believe this is happening
to me when everything has been going so uphill. Now
I'm out of work and in trouble. I wiped my
face and looked up at him again. What do I do?
Enabling him as my mentor? Once again, his sly grin
said it all. Jeffrey normally hated when girls made waves
in any way, and this was one that would be
considered a tsunami, but this time it work to his favor.
He wanted me to come back to work for him,
continuing my massage studies, and I needed help. In his eyes,
he was doing me a solid, which in return I
would have to scratch more than his back for taking
his time to contemplate what to respond back and what
solution he could offer. I began to worry that maybe
I should have done this. Pulling a few tissues out
of the box, he passed them across the desk to me,
trying to retract any damage done. I said to him,
I must look like such a mess to you and
making you listen to my saga. I'm so sorry I
should have come to you with all of this. He
looks surprised and sympathetic. Quite the opposite. Actually, I'm glad
that you've come to me for help. I've got a
lot of connections, especially with the Palm Beach County Police Department.
I give them regular one hundred thousand dollars donations, and
after I speak with them, there will be nothing more
to worry about. To be honest, I'm more in shock
about how much can happen to you in such a
short time. Your life is one big soap opera. Now
he was chuckling and trying to make light of my
somber mood. Laughing along too, I replied, I know right,
drama just hangs around me like a bad smell. We
did some more lighthearted catching up and then went out
to the pool side for some lunch in a swim,
concluding the evening with a neurotic massage upstairs. He paid
me the usual two hundred dollars and asked me to
come back tomorrow. In the meantime, I don't want you
thinking about your sticky situation consider it dealt with his
attempt to brighten my spirits. Had worked relieved about money
and the police, but now I owed myself to him,
feeling indebted to him more now than ever. As was promised,
I never heard back from the police department, and Jeffrey
had his favorite girl back by his side. We picked
up where we left off, ever better than before, being
entirely subservient into every sexual desire of his, engaging myself
in any role he wanted me to play. As he
was getting older, his appetite for sex never hazed. If anything,
it only increased. The orgies with other girls got larger
in numbers, and his appeal to younger girls, new toys
and wilder nights expanded from once in a while took
quite an often occurrence in Jeffrey's company. I put it
down to his new friend in business investment, Jean lu Brunel,
a long time agent for young and upcoming models. Brunell,
a French citizen, was known for roaming the world in
search of young, naive beauties living in poverty stricken countries
and willing to do just about anything for money. He
would procure them, mostly from clubs in South America in
the former Soviet Republic, filling their heads with fairy tales
of America and large amounts of money. He would promise
them all the finer things in life, sometimes even throwing
in a pill in their drink if that man getting
them in bed was becoming too much of a task.
What he wanted is what he got, which is why
him and Jeffrey ultimately became close pals, and he invested
one million dollars into Brunell's company. In return, Jeffrey now
had a supply of girls on tap for him to
choose from. With the assistance of each other, Brunell obtaining
the illegitimate visas for underage oversea girls and Jeffrey housing
them at his brother's apartment complex on three oh one
East sixty sixth Street, Manhattan. They were quite the team.
Jeffrey and Brunel would charge them for rent, forcing them
to work for them, selling their bodies for money, nude pictures,
and even pornography. These were what seemed like really nice
people with not so nice intentions, setting an impression of
how the dignified wealth play and behind closed doors, they
had as much civilized manners as barbaric chimpanzees and heat,
giving a girl a step up in finances by teaching
them their only worth is what lay between their legs.
Us girls all were the same in the end, regardless
of what country we came from, what language we spoke,
or our cultural indifferences, we were all being used for
one thing alone, our youthful looks and beautiful bodies. Being
Jeffrey's permanent sidekick, I would have to take part in
many of these hedonistic exploitations that went on at one
of his many residences, which meant having to be uninhibited
with many girls my age and younger being complete strangers
was hard enough, but we couldn't even understand each other,
speaking in different tongues. We were expected to excel at
performing many acts of love making and foreplay on each
other while being observed by a man in a corner
jerking off. Not exactly what I would call an advantage
at my stage of life, but in my head I
was convinced that we all had to do what we
had to do to get on with life, and if
that meant doing all of this to keep Jeffrey happy,
then I would do that. It didn't take long in
Brunell's company for Jeffrey to hit an all time low,
at least one that I knew about. Stupid enough or
sick enough. I don't know which one it is or both,
but Jeffrey bragged about his birthday present from Brunel once
accepting three twelve year old girls sisters At that he
replayed the descriptive events with me, telling me how they
all massaged them and finished them off orally. He was
so excited about the entire event, were playing over and
over the next course of weeks, how cute they were
and how you could tell they were really young a
twelve year old? Are you serious? I thought to myself.
I still can't shake the feeling of disgust when I
recall the look on his face as he told me
time and time again of how his luss brought him
to that profound low. He went on to tell me
how Brunel bought them in Paris, France from their parents,
offering them the usual sums of money, visas and modeling
career prospects. Was a bribe of the worst kind. They
were just children, laughing the whole way through. Jeffrey thought
it was absolutely brilliant how easily money seduced all walks
of life, nothing or no one that couldn't be bought
in his eyes. Behind the two of them followed a
destructive trail of those in their path that were misused, violated,
degraded in a variety of ways for one purpose, to
satisfy the desires of the version that rotted their hearts.
All right, folks, we're gonna wrap up right here and
in the next episode dealing with the topic, we're gonna
pick up where we left off. All of the information
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description box. 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 Roberts memoir The Billionaire
Playboy Club. The next couple of months I spent in
Jeffrey's company. My life was revolved around him and his
petty happiness, arising to the occasion I was no longer
his teenage sidekick. I was growing into being a young woman,
and my body was blossoming like never before. Out of
the awkward stages of my life, I now took to
looking after myself like never before. Regular sessions in tanning
beds and keeping fit became my life outside of Jeffrey.
He kept telling me what a beautiful woman I was
developing into, and what offers suggestions to help me look good,
Sending me to the dentist for regular teeth whitening consultations,
or helping me choose my attire for the evening. He
was ushering me into a whole new position, training me
up for something else, But I was unsure of what
that was. Being a snotty little teenager was a girl
of the past. Now I had to be as eloquent,
speaking desirable to all, and almost as personal porcelain dall.
I went everywhere with him again, all of his eclectic
dinner parties, conferences and meetings with various members of Parliament,
famous celebrities, and other esteem billionaires, most of whom live
by the same rule of thumb as Jeffrey did. Quite
an alarming realization having to accept this world the way
it is. Jeffrey knew all the right people in his game,
and trading girls for favors is how he kept the circle.
He was at the center of it all, black mel
being the only thing next to money with the ability
to pull as many of the strings. His conniving ulterior
motive was to drag all that he could down to
his pitiful state of mind, inviting easily tempted acquaintances to
his island or his other various residences. He would bring
out the assortment of young girls and pass them around
as if there were cocktails on a platter. No girl
had a choice in whom they went with only completing
a task. We would have to charm and bedazzle these
aging fat men, who, other than paying for it, would
have never had a shot at getting to know a
beautiful girl intimately. I personally belonging to Jeffrey rarely had
to be loaned out, and it was a big occasion
or should I say a favor if I was, I'll
never really know what made me so important or special
to Jeffrey. It definitely had nothing to do with love,
I guess in the end, I will always put it
down to my capability of being whomever he wanted me
when he wanted so compliant, it just made it easy
for him to have a personal toy at his constant disposal.
All I can say is I lived in a jail
with no bars, and in a country where slavery was
suppose abolished a long time ago, but still existed right
underneath everybody's noses. Myself and so many other girls were
walking proof of it. I still was given proper training
and massage therapy from time to time, keeping me from
looking back at being a teenager with no responsibilities to
being a young adult with prospering titles. He knew I
wanted to be self sufficient so bad that I would
do anything for it, and by giving me this dream
to hold on to only kept me in check. I
look forward to my training sessions, holding onto every word
passed down to me, and after the session was complete,
I would hurry back to my room and transfer the
information into a workbook with associating exercises, trying my new
moves on Jeffrey always impressed him. He would get excited
hearing about my passion for knowledge, and he would tell
me he could see it transfer into my massages, always
giving it my all. My hands were a focused energy
when I was at work, using every ounce of strength
to apply on a body. Many were astounded in what
I could do for being such a small girl, and
Jeffrey loved it, using me for two hour massages, with
benefits sometimes being over twice a day. Glaine would sometimes
use me for a massage for her still, but it
wasn't as common. She preferred a man to do that job.
Then would come the odd client here and there, of course,
set up by Jeffrey, most of which were orchestrated to
get beautiful girls comfortable and consequently naked. Then he would
go in for the kill, so to speak, touching them
intimately in their most private of places, like their vagina,
breasts or anal when he had us where he wanted,
willing and able. Then would come the toys, outfits, and
so on, a scheme he was used time and time again,
telling those who know him well he had never been
turned down. Yet it was starting to dawn on me
how I wasn't getting any client tell that weren't used
for Jeffrey's benefit, and it would make me wonder if
I wasn't just good enough for that. But I kept quiet,
never wanting to make waves like I had before. To
give me a break from all of it, as Jeffrey
didn't want to overload me again, he would send me
away to his ranch for a few days. What he
knew I considered being a small slice of heaven on earth.
I'd spend my days roaming the hills, riding horses, and
enjoying the solitude of my own company. One afternoon, I
was out exploring the land on Jeffrey's ranch, which covered
hundreds of acres, with nothing but a bottle of water,
my sketch book, and a small case of oil paint.
I was on the search for something interesting to paint.
A great pastime of mine, I made my soul quiet
by creating beauty with my brush. I love to create
images I saw on paper. I would paint anything beautiful
that caught my eyes interest, from underwater scenes, animals, to
people and even fruit. I love vibrant colors and a
motion on display, but my favorite soon became the landscape
of the Santa Fez, rolling hills and earthly green and
beige stones. Certain light it would illuminate into a golden shrine.
To grasp that feeling I was absolved in at the
hardest of times became my greatest dinner achievement, like taking
a piece of that serenity and putting on paper for
me to keep in my heart where it still is today.
Closing my eyes, I was able to see it being
there anytime I need to. I was enjoying the heat
and taking in the desert sites when I stumbled off
the track and into the wilderness. Exploring everything new to
me was my second nature, and I never entered my
mind what would have happened if I went too far
or got lost. I would rather face Mother Nature's wrath
than humankinds any day. After about an hour of drifting
off track, I came to a pile of rubble looking
like the remnants of an old pueblo made out of
clay on rock. I picked up what looked like half
a clay bowl and noted that it had Indian designs
etched into the side of it. Excited about my findings,
I decided to do some more exploring around the field
surrounding the historic site. I collected rare pieces of arrowheads, utensils,
and parts of many broken bowls with artwork telling tales
of their own. Time was of no essence here, and
before I even realized, the sun had sunk deeper into
the hills, leaving me without any light to find my
way back to the pathway. Feeling silly now, after passing
by a familiar looking boulder twice over, I was startled
when I heard some poor animal become dinner for another.
It screams of agony only amplified louder and echoed in
my ear drums, tightening the hairs on the back of
my neck and making my heart beat nearly out of
my chest. I was lost and confused before, but now
I was petrified with fear. Taking me over three hours
to find my way back to the path and in
the direction of Jeffrey's mansion was a mission so relieved
in the end, and so were the housemaids. After I
hadn't showed up for dinner, assuming I must have been
out for one of my usual adventures, I went to
bed strenuously exhausted that night, and as I was falling asleep,
the phone rang. It was a call from Jeffrey, who
had been alerted of my disappearance. What happened tonight? One
of the maids called me to tell me you hadn't
come back from your walk this evening, detecting a tone
of anger in his voice. I tried to distract him
by telling him of my findings, and he scolded me
for being gone for so long without anyone knowing where
I was. Going back to the Indian remnants, I persisted
on telling him what I had found. In the end,
he was just worried about me becoming a liability, but
had to make it sound as if he cared. Don't worry, Jeffrey,
I won't be doing that again. I can honestly say
I have learned my lesson, and the next time I
want to explore, I promised to take someone with me.
I satisfied as worry of me being a future nuisance,
and with that I was finally able to tell him
what I had discovered on my walk. He was impressed,
but did not sound surprised. You must have been gone
for a long time if you found the old Indian pueblos,
just be careful you don't say anything about where you
found the stuff on my property. It could become a
site for historical preservation, and that means the government could
ultimately own my land. I acknowledged his request and told
them they were just a gift for my mom, who
was in love with Indians. Wait until she sees I
brought her back real artifacts. She's going to totally freak out.
He didn't mind that I was taking them. In fact,
he admired my curiosity and adventurous spirit. He reminded me
that tomorrow was my last day. I would be driven
to the Albuquerque International Airport the day after next to
meet Jeffrey in New York for how long only he knew.
Giving Jeffrey many thanks for a great week, letting him
know how much I appreciated these small breaks away. We
then said good night, hanging up the phone. I had
caught my second wind and set out to the kitchen
to find a late night snack. Rating the fridge and pantry,
I found some frozen pizzas and popcorn. I put on
a movie and munched on the popcorn while eating the pizza.
Cooked some nineteen eighties dreadful alien flick got the better
of me that night. It was based on a true
story about people abductions from the extraterrestrial beings, which were
like I was visiting a remote area. I suddenly hated
being alone on a ranch in the middle of nowhere.
I munched down my burnt crunchy pizza and became further
enveloped in the thick plot. Leaving on the TV and
the lights on that night, I spent my night tossing
and turning, peeking through the small open crevices of the comforter,
half expecting to see an alien living in my bedroom.
Living through the night was a relief, and I laughed
at myself in the morning. How spook did I get?
When I got to New York, Jeffrey and Glaine had
a good laugh over my tell of survival in the
wilderness and the alien scare. You're always having the best adventures,
Gleaine exclaimed. We were similar in that way, both being
bit of a free spirit. It was really only her
non existence of moral standards that differentiated the two of
us in that way. How do you know you weren't
abducted and probed? I mean, look at you and all
that time alone on the ranch. What do you think, Jeffrey,
could she pass off as an alien? Expectedly, Golayne poke
fun at me, her usual pastime. Our relationship was an
odd one, never threatened by each other, but always precautious
towards one another. Nonetheless able to crack a joke together,
but when it came time to work, it was no
fun in games. She was intensely serious, with a sense
of humor like yours. I would tend to think that
you were the one from another planet, just friendly banter
between the two of us. Then Jeffrey had to jump
in with his two bits. I think you might be
onto something, Glaine. I squinted my eyes and gave them
both an exaggerated death stare and pretended to grab my
stomach in pain. I think something's trying to get out
of me, putting my fist in my shirt to reenact
the scene from Alien. I fell onto the couch and
faked my death. I knew it. Glayne shouted and jumped
on me and began tickling me all over, and we
all broke out into laughter. It was those fun times
that made me feel like we were all part of
this really perplexed family. We did everything together similar to
normal families like eat dinner, watch TV, and travel. It
was only the hedonistic and corrupt side to these two
deviants that made them a peculiar pair. All right, folks,
we're gonna wrap up right here, and in the next episode,
we're gonna pick up where we left off. All of
the information that goes with this episode can be found
in the description box. What's up, everyone, and welcome to
another episode of the Epstein Chronicles. In this episode, we're
gonna pick up where we left off with Virginia Robert's
memoir The Billionaires Playboy Club. Getting turned on at the
two of us playing together. Jeffrey came over to the
couch we were on and pulled down his sweatpants, revealing
his erect manhood. All of the laughter stopped. Now it
was time for work. Pushing my head into his pubic region.
I had to give in to his perverted wants. Golaine
started to undress me once I was there. She loved
starting with my breast She cut them in her hands
and brushed her fingers over my hardened nipples, heading downward,
pressing her lips deeply into my skin. I had to
maneuver my body on the couch in a complex position
to give them both what they wanted. And just like that,
without even a moment's notice, I could be put on
the spot and have to amuse them in any way
that they wanted, a shameful way to make someone feel
like a used toy. I wasn't around for companionship. I
was there for one thing. I was a compliant piece
of eye candy. Twenty minutes later, and Jeffrey had erupted
in pleasure. Glayne sat up, fully dressed and wiped the
sides of her mouth with her hands, giving a vindictive
little chuckle. That was fun. Jeffrey concurred with a sly grin,
arcing his back for a stretch, just looking able to
utter the request, why don't you come upstairs with me
for a steambath and a massage. I need to be
loosened up. After that, it was more of a statement
than a request, as if I had the choice to
say no, thanks, I'm actually tired myself, I would rather
just relax instead, I would reply with my accustomed trained obedience,
no problem, when you're ready, lead the way. I had
to get dressed again, Being that we were in Glaine's
downstairs office, putting my clothes back on. Golaane thought she
had buttered him up just where she wanted him to,
ask him to come have a look at her new
townhouse renovations when he was finished with his massage. A
very strange relationship those two have. There's a definite love
flowing between them, but not a passionate one, more like
a respectful business. He gets what he wants and an
accountable number of girls, and she gets what she wants,
simple and sweet, an unaccountable amount of money. The two
things in life that can create such beautiful moments, or
the most horrendously terrible of them all is sex and money.
I joined him for a shower steambath and concluded his
needs with a massage while listening to classical music. I
knew he didn't want anything sexual from me now, seeing
he got what he already wanted downstairs. This time was
purely therapeutic. My favorite massage is to give making me
feel like an actual, real therapist. I lathered them in
aromatic oils and let my hands discover the ways to
unlock the stresses that his body held. After the massage
was concluded, we were going downstairs to get ready to
go see Glaine's townhouse, as he had promised her earlier.
He loved taking the hidden staircase, while I hated it.
I was so creeped out by his choice of decor,
the blood red carpets, violent medieval paintings, and sculptures of
the pagan god Pan, all of it representing the darker
side of hedonism his lifestyle provoked. Spiraling down the hallway,
along with each step you took, came with a pair
of eyes that followed your every step. Brown, blue, green, hazel,
all the colors were there, staring at you the entire
way down. As each step progressed, so would my anxiety
to get out of there. We found Glaine where we
had left her, in her office. She just received an
order a satellite cat with a twelve inch flat screen.
She told us how it was used to pick up
any person in any location with a quick insert of
an address. Quite a powerful new toy, I thought, But
it was only a minute display of what the rich
could afford. What use they would get out of it
was another concern. Soon after she was done figuring out
the controls on the camera, we made a rare and
first for me, pitstop. The security room. What I thought
was on our way back to the front door was
another hidden door. I was in shock as I was
led into a room so discreet that in the three
years I never knew it existed. I kept my head
down most of the time, knowing how secretive this must be.
Being another door was an entire security base within his mansion.
What I could see when I stole a glimpse here
and there was an array of tiny screens twenty odd
or something small screen showing various rooms in the mansion.
I had recognized the images were constantly changing, so I
found it hard to pinpoint an exact location. But from
the decor and short glimpses, I suddenly knew from then
on that my feeling of every move being watched inside
his corridors was now more than a possibility, but was
actually happening. Jeffrey spoke to an old bee Spanish guy
at the desk whose job was to disgustingly overlook all
of the video feedback. Kill two birds with one stone.
Jeffrey thought free porn to share with all of his
pedophile friends, and when the occasion called for it, a
security system all at one expense, ever consumed with making
money as well as saving it. I was again astonished
at Jeffrey's capabilities. I didn't even want to think how
deep the video infiltrated, pretending like I never saw anything
at all. I put my memory to the back of
my mind and went on about my day, stopping at
Colaine's new townhouse, another gift bought and paid for by Jeffrey.
He pointed out needed changes all over the place, driving
the builders mad. As always, he wanted the place to
scream out lane with bold statement, checkered floors and bowld
colors was the theme, like the Queen of Hearts from
Alice in Wonderland. Very well suited. I thought. The dust
from the walls being torn down choked my throat, and
the elevator was not in use. The stairs were hardly either.
The whole house was in bad shape. Then having to
go up three flights of rickety steps was a bit
of a risk, but worth it once you made it.
To her future walk in wardrobe or to us commoners,
a closet the size of a small house, complete with
a dressing room, Luxuria's bathroom, and plenty of storage for
every ensemble. Even without it being finished, it was already
a work of art, a sanctuary for any woman. She
adorned herself in her future home, finally her own, relishing
every inch of it. She already put in a work
desk and spoke constantly of its ongoing renovations. About an
hour later, we were off to pick out curtains and
look at some paint samples at a couple of different
boutique looking shops. Easily passing off as an order couple
for the day. They walked arm in arm, strolling the
streets of the Upper east Side, except to me, still
replaying the early afternoon's events, shaking my head over the
echoed images in my mind, I followed just behind, waiting
to be needed again. Over the course of the next
few months was a constant influx of exorbitant excursions at
Jeffrey's mansions, mainly to his island to keep up with
his ever demanding sexual appetite with various young women and
teenage girls. I got back on the Xanax, an old
habit that I felt at the time would stop my
memories from flowing back, rehabilitate my problems, and relax me
enough to deal with any situation at hand, no matter
what the circumstance revealed itself to be. It was a
drug that would have blind my eyes to everything I
should have been running from. Having Brunell always in the
picture these days wasn't helping me at all either. Sending
his girls for Jeffrey at all of his places now
and at a vigorous flow, they had an abundance of
girls at their disposal. If I were to count want
a girl for every day of the week, it would
be the underestimated statement of the century. So many girls
between the two of them. Some nights it would be
a free for all frenzy for Jeffrey and Brunel, seven
or so girls giving them their utmost attention, doting on
their every moaning whimper, Jeffrey being the main concern, since
Brunell worked for him, and we were all aware of
that too. If there were heaven on earth for men
like Jeffrey, then he would be their god. Every one
of his inner circles most desires were fulfilled when his
harem of women was around. No wonder he didn't travel
as much abroad these days. All he ever wanted was
right here at his doorstep. I couldn't believe that he
was still asking me to bring girls to him as well.
There was never enough girls to fill his appetite, so
on occasion I would meet a pretty girl around my
age and invite her back to his place to make
some quick money by offering her a really good contact
in the modeling and acting business. Keeping him satisfied and
in need of me was a tiring job. With so
much competition. I had to be on the ball, seeming
ambitious to grant them all of his desires. It was
a lot of pressure and the spotlight of a roll
to undertake at such a young age, but I told
myself that this is what my life's training had led
me up to be. My birthday was around the corner,
and turning eighteen had lost all of its sparkle and pezazz.
There was no more surprises and sore for me. Nothing
that would be dazzle me I hadn't quite done already.
I spent my birthday on the island, having a quiet
dinner and watching Sex in the City on the couch
with Jeffrey, Glaine and Emmy. There was no cake or
a celebration of any sort, but I did get a
couple of presents that I opened outside underneath the main cabana,
Jeffrey gave me a beautiful pair of sapphire and diamond
encrusted earrings, and Golayne bought me another designer makeup case.
I thanked the two of them with a tight squeeze
and gratuitous short spiel. As I went quiet, I looked
out to the ocean and wondered if across these waters
was there ever going to be happier days spent with
someone who was special to me. Would he be kind,
compassionate and always be there when I needed a most
Or would I end up settling for my final bit
of training a marriage to a greedy old scrooge. Either way,
what I wanted most didn't matter Right now. I was
still bound by Jeffrey's hold over me, and all I
had to do was keep telling myself to get through
this epic journey. Was this was just the way it
was for now. Around the table for breakfast, Jeffrey announced
that he was expecting a few guests coming over with
Brunel no One of importance, just as usual, entourage of
beautiful girls Russian models this time, and Jeffrey was also
having a photographer flown in to take sexy modeling photos
using the island as the perfect background. All of us
girls were ushered on the rocks, hammocks, dug into sand,
and displayed just about anywhere they wanted. We were being
photographed in next to nothing, like a netted fabric placed
over us if the shot called for it, but the
more provocative the more Jeffrey and Brunell loved it. After
the photo shoot, we did some outdoor water sports. While
us girls raced the jet skis around and jumped on
the water trampoline, the men stayed on dried land and
watched us from the beach. I was so used to
this constant charade of girls, and I didn't mind having
a bit of fun, but this was different. I had
to be more than just polite, because I already knew
it wouldn't be long before we were all intimate with
each other as well. Being the only girl that spoke
English out of all of them was also a huge blunder.
The only way we could communicate was through hand gestures
and body language, a very primitive form of speaking, but
what choice did we have. I did my best to
get acquainted, and, as I had previously assumed, after lunch
on the beach, we were again ushered into another part
of the island, Jeffrey's cabana. There was no need for
words here, as the girls already knew exactly what to
do without saying anything. They undressed me and began to
ravage my body with their hands, tongues, lips, and fingers.
I was delirious, never having done anything like this before
with so many girls. It was sheer chaos. I don't
honestly know how men could fantasize over this. Through the
glimpse in between bodies crossing over me, I could see
Jeffrey and Brunell watching us, sitting in a chair with
their hands around their penises, stroking themselves together. The best
part is they don't speak English, so there's never a
need to have to keep them amused. I could hear
one of the men divulge, and pretty sure it came
from Jeffrey laughing out loud to Brunel. I just closed
my eyes and went somewhere else in my mind until
it was all over. That was that. Life went on
and we all moved on to dinner together. It couldn't
be more awkward, as Jeffrey and Brunell were besides themselves,
their egos beaming, and the girls chatted like busy little
chipmunks with each other. Glenn and Emmy on the other
end of the table were being amused at the entire
racket around the table. And then there was me, sitting
quietly and smiling in people's direction when needed. I was
counting down the minutes until I could go lay down
in my giant, comfortable bed, slipping away to the gentle
noises the island created, and sink comfortably into a deep
sleep with the assistance of my xanax. Scratching at the
plate in front of me with my fork at a boredom,
I wasn't even hungry. I had lost my appetite for food.
Rather sipping on the champagne, I wanted to feel as
far away from here as possible. What seemed like hours
for everyone to finish their meals, we were finally all
saying good night and goodbye to each other, as Brunel
was off early in the morning and taking the eight
beauties with them. Thank God, I told myself once was
more than I could handle of that in one day.
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