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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 Virginia Roberts Memoir,

the Playboy's billionaire club.

No pretty girl is safe from the alertment

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 and 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 Golan and Emmy and 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 Golan 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 door knob

to reveal TJ on top of another girl.

When they noticed they weren't alone anymore,

TJ got off her with promptness.

I recognized a girl from seeing her around at parties

and she was the townlowy,

scattering a trail of guys along

with her presumably 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 had been paying for your way for months

only finding out you're sleeping

with the biggest slut in Royal Palm Beach,

at least have some dignity and hire 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 continue 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 5 p.m., when Galein 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 one 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, a little heart broken

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 whatever guy in the world does,

you can't hold that against him.

I replied with a lighthearted gesture,

who's 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 and lightened,

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 roleplaying 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 let 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

in 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 puff 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 charade 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 calm 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 expensive 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 housemaid 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 Elaine

who ran up to see what was wrong.

Elaine 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 realize 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 wear one.

They feared the situation at hand.

When he saw the catastrophic state I was in at that point,

I was the 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 I can't remember

as it was so blurry in such a condition.

Rushed in for immediate 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's 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,

speaks 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 short lead 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 and constantly seeing

the worst horror 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 cry

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 arrest for a couple of weeks

and I only felt deeper into depression

using all forms of self-medication to treat my sorrows.

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What's up everyone and welcome

to another episode of the Epstein Chronicles.

And 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 light my spirits

he told me I'd be going to his island to meet a new client.

He is a Harvard professor named Steven, 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 interject here,

Stephen Pinker has me blocked on Twitter.

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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 to peril

and kissed 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 Glein often arrive on.

We made hour 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 sights 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 sights mother nature

had appealed to us.

I didn't feel as if I owed this stranger anything

but what was expected of 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 6 p.m. 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 Galaine had seen me cut meat

and eat with a fork and knife, they were so appalled,

making fun of my unsophisticated habits.

Galaine took the fork and 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 tassled hair and he poked at me

for my skinny legs, calling me a wannabe 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 gulped 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 few Xanax telling him

I wanted to freshen up after dinner,

but to meet me in his cabana in 20 minutes or so.

I was ready to go, as I had said, 20 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 shire

than what I had been used to.

I told him he'd need to undress and lie 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 him.

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 teaky hut on the water's edge.

It was one of Jeffree'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 100 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 out watching movies

in Jeffree'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 Jeffree.

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 St. Thomas and we had no time for anything

other than breakfast and 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 Jeffree 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 $15,000 saved up.

I could pretty much afford to go buy myself

a nice car outright.

Looking much better than the last time I saw Jeffree

acknowledged it.

I went to his office where he was waiting for me

and he had a guess with him.

She was unusual looking to the common stereotype

drop dead gorgeous girls Jeffree had normally

introduced me to.

Of Asian descent, her name was Rena.

Jeffree 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 Jeffree 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 she was offering to her

in exchange for her body.

I found out later that Jeffree was buying her artwork,

promising her the world as an artist, telling her

that he'd have her work in all the museums and 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, Rena was to be assisting me

in Jeffree'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 core

that we passed in every hall.

It no longer seemed so grandeur to me anymore,

but hearing someone else speak about it in such excitement

reminded me of the days when all of this seemed 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 all had a steam shower

where Jeffree expected me to walk her through a 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.

Rena took two her instructions well

and began massaging him too.

When we all went to the shower next

and she followed in my exactly washing his body as well,

Jeffree absolutely loved the fact

that two teenage girls were duly pampering him.

Jeffree wanted to move to the massage bed

and I had to further begin to shower 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'd 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 groteseness.

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 orchestrate an hour of deliverance

upon my meek nature.

He started to stroke his arach manhood

as he was being tantalized,

watching her take over every inch of my body

and a dominating act of seduction.

I was left breathless and sore

after my first introduction into the world of SNM.

Rena considered herself to dominate tricks.

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 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 other 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 seem to adore?

He loved pairing us up so much that within months

he made Rena 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

for the 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 Rena

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 torturous and 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 SNM.

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 ying 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 ludeness 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 his profound gratitude.

The only thing Jeffrey had to offer,

he handed her a small lot of cash as her payment.

It was the most appreciation I had ever

seen him show on 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 a meaner streak,

she would have been a great friend.

I will never forget Rena for all of the ups

and the downs that we endured together.

All right folks, we're gonna wrap up right here

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What's up everyone and welcome to another episode

of the Epstein Chronicles.

In this episode we're diving right back in

to Virginia Roberts memoir,

The Billionaire Playboy's 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 surprised the next day

when Jeffrey gave me a 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 Fracai for a new look.

It was amazing to be pampered like royalty.

I walked out of there feeling

like I had replaced a young girl with a young woman.

I felt beautiful.

He had yet another surprise in store for me.

Glang 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.

We heard her quest 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 got more blond suits you're glowing tan.

I replied with an appreciative thank you

for sending me to such a renowned

hairstylist and shopping money.

I showed on my finds 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 Glan's birthday party

famed supermodel Naomi Campbell.

I was so overjoyed with excitement,

look her on my age

with a background like mine

was attending social eye 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

for it's going to London, Paris

and then our final destination

being Santropé in southern France.

If Hallmark had a postcard,

Santropé would definitely be on the front of it.

It was beautiful spring weather

and everywhere you looked,

women were dressed in 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,

Santropé was an impressive landmark.

Jeffrey and Glan were staying

in one of the private cottages

on the park on the grounds

while ME and I stayed in separate quarters

inside the hotel.

The old-style cobblestone streets

were lined with boutique shops

and beauty-polyers.

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

cost around $200

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 wrapped 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.

Glan 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 Assistance,

Friends and Fans,

which didn't make it easy for us to all converse,

but she got enough time in

to invite us aboard a yacht 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 year's first 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 masseuse

to his fellow petos.

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 of Jeffrey's colleagues

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 if 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 at 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,

whispered in my ear that it was a prince

that I had actually been dancing with

and it didn't phase 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 to 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 Jeffries,

he saw it quaint to loan me out

for a night's massage to a room

in almost perfect evening.

Jeffree 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 Jeffree 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 dim the bright lights in his bedroom to a softer tone

as it might aid with the vision

of this short-balling 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 lie 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 unzip 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 tricks 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 them up with a blowjob

lasting no longer than two terrible minutes.

It had only been shy of a half an hour

before I was already getting quickly get dressed

and hurrying out of his cottage door.

When I got to Jeffrey's cottage,

I rushed through the door

until Jeffrey and Galaine,

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 caring 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 pair of 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 Galaine

caught up with old acquaintances.

Emmy and I were just accessories 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 cellar,

I was able to pay outright for my car.

I got a dodged 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 Lake Worth Beach

to sit in my car and watch the waves

while I listened to my stereo blur music

and puffed on a J.

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, 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.

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