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Chapter #4
A Kept Mistress of a CEO
by: Unknown
Evette was the mistress of some big shot CEO. The entries covered dates, when he was coming round in the future (shit he's coming round tonight) and far too much information about her sex life. Apparently she at least thinks she has him wrapped around her thumb considering the nice little nest-egg being provided. An involuntary pout forms at her whiny tone as she seems to rant over a page and a half about him not leaving his wife. Don't blame him, wouldn't want to get stuck up with this sized ego. Really not sure why it took the diary to figure out. I mean how else would she have been able to afford to live here, not like she ever seems to leave the house for any kind of work. This is just perfect. I'm essentially the hooker on retainer for some rich asshole unless i figure out how to get out of this. Would help if i could find something which looked like it could cover at least a few inches of skin under the piles of crap sprawled across the floor like some sort of battlefield involving really tight fitting clothing. Finally managing to find some sort of skirt and far too clingy a top, i began to explore. http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/7366438/600f...
Delicately making my way to the kitchen, the rest of the house seems fairly well put together and actually cleaned, implying some sort of cheap hired help with English as a secondary language at least has a key to the place. Other than the pool and hot-tub outside (have got to try them out before i flee), there's an appropriately expensive and probably Japanese made TV in a living room filled with furniture which would fit in a modern art gallery ( i mean the makers do realise that humans like to site back and relax right? not be in peril of falling off which seems about right for a heavily imbalanced bodyhop victim. Other than a well stocked kitchen there finally is a room for when the sugar daddy gets home, with a fairly spacious bed and in-room shower (something to avoid being in, moving right along, nothing to see here).
While desperately searching for any kind of cash or anything basically useful I find my bodies handbag under a chair as the mobile begins to ring. The User ID names the caller "Honeybear". Gross. Still, better not blow off the rich dude..."internal shudder at image". I answer the phone putting on a sickly sweet and unintentionally sultry tone. "Hey there Honeybear."
"Hey there beautiful, just to give you some warning, my meetings been cancelled so i'm coming up as we speak, looking forwards to that weekend, i promise you i'd make it special considering we've known each other for a year now.
"Of course, thanks for the warning, see you soon".
You hang up first in a panic, shit, he's coming over and you recognise that voice!
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