Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 6
Tess
“Hey Carrie,” I smile through the video screen. “How are you?”
My older cousin bounces on her bed, her brown curls waving about her shoulders as she rolls her eyes.
“I’m good, I guess. Work is the same. Boring.”
I nod.
“You’re a secretary at an architectural firm, right?”
She nods, rolling her eyes again.
“Yeah, it’s so stupid. I can’t believe I went to college only to get a secretarial job afterwards. I could have done this with just my high school degree. Actually, even less,” she moans. “I could have done this with just a middle-school education.”
I giggle.
“It’ll pay off, I’m sure. I mean, employers these days want their employees to start at the bottom, and I mean bottom bottom. Like less than entry level. They want us to start in the sub-basement so that we get to know the company inside out.”
Carrie merely snorts.
“Well, I’m not sure that’s what Concord Design is about because it’s been two years of this shit. I think they’re undervaluing us secretaries, but enough about that because it’s too depressing to talk about. How are you, girl?”
I smile.
“Things are good in New York. My lectures are interesting, my professors seem okay, and everything’s fine.”
But Carrie narrows her eyes at me.
“Wait, but you’re not telling me something,” she says in a crafty tone. “Didn’t you just get married? To that guy you were dating, Roland or something?”
Oh shit, news travels quick through the family grapevine, but evidently, Carrie hasn’t heard the latest development.
“Rolly and I tied the knot,” I acknowledge, “but actually, we decided that it was a mistake, and so we’re getting divorced now.”
Carrie merely raises an eyebrow and giggles.
“So soon?”
I nod ruefully.
“Yeah, it was bad. I know, I know. It was over in the blink of an eye, but now, I’ll have a fun tidbit about a starter marriage to share with my future grandkids! But how about you?” I say in a quick voice, hoping to deflect my cousin’s attention from my marital shenanigans. “What’s going on in Chicago?”
Carrie gets a reflective look on her pretty features for a moment.
“Well, since you’re asking…” she begins in a slow voice.
I immediately perk up on my dorm room bed, sensing something juicy.
“Oh my god, you’re dating someone right? Someone hot?”
My pretty cousin bites her lip but then smiles.
“Not exactly, although I do have my eye on someone.”
I clap my hands with glee, bouncing up and down on the mattress. “Spill girl! I want to hear it!”
Carrie sighs then while her shoulders sag.
“I mean, he’s hot alright. I actually met him through friends of friends at a dinner party, and there were sparks. I mean, he felt up my pussy under the table,” she confides in a whisper through the screen.
I squeal with glee.
“And? So what happened?”
Carrie sits back then, a stumped look on her pretty features.
“Well, that’s the thing. Bruce never called afterwards, and so … well, I took it on myself to follow him.”
I jolt forwards on my bed, almost pressing my nose into my phone screen.
“So you were stalking him?”
“Pretty much, yeah,” my cousin says with a rueful smile. “I was able to figure out his address just from googling. I took a chance and I was following him one night, and well …”
“Well, what?” I probe breathlessly. “Oh my God, this sounds so crazy.”
“That’s because it is crazy, cuzzie-wuzzie. I think the guy I like is using prostitutes,” she states in a matter-of-fact tone.
That makes me blink.
“Pardon me?”
Carrie nods again, her brown curls bouncing.
“Yeah, it’s insane, right? But I think that’s what’s happening. The first time, he was coming out of a massage parlor and these two girls followed him out to say goodbye. They were really beautiful with huge breasts barely concealed beneath white aprons, and they kept thanking him for his patronage.”
I stop.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean they’re prostitutes. They could just be massage parlor employees.”
She shoots me a wry look.
“You think? Let’s just say that I didn’t know hot young blondes worked at massage parlors for fun. And by the way, they weren’t wearing shirts underneath their aprons as far as I could tell. I think their huge titties were just bare underneath the canvas material.”
I gulp.
“Oh wow. Okay yeah, maybe they are hookers then.”
Carrie nods knowingly.
“But it wasn’t just that. I followed Bruce another night, and this time, he picked up two really beautiful girls who were barely dressed. I mean, ‘barely dressed’ as in there was hardly any fabric on their bodies. One had a micro-skirt on that was so short, I swear she was flashing pussy, and the other had this weird unitard that had a big hole in the middle. I can’t even describe it because it was such a strange outfit. But both girls were gorgeous, with enormous breasts and tiny waists like Barbie dolls, and Bruce took them to what looked like a private club.”