****Trigger warning*****
This book has inappropriate situations and conversations. If your are sensitive to that. This may not be the book for you.
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"I can't believe I'm f*cking Bunny Van Dorn! Thanks, for letting me call you by your real name, by the way," Baxter Wilheim thanked her as he zipped up the fly to his expensive trousers.
Bunny slipped back into her expensive, cream, satin, chemise dress, gently putting the item over her head while at the same time sliding her feet back into her designer pumps. She always detested Baxter Wilheim. She had known him since middle school. He had always been a nuisance, even then.
The other wealthy, popular children allowed him to be apart of their inner circle because of the extreme wealth and influence Baxter's family had on their parents. Bunny's father had always had the most money and connections, which made her the most popular.
Back then, her friendship was coveted, even at that early age. Nearly a decade later, Baxter still acted like the desperate, nerdy loser he had been in High school. Bunny was the least shocked that he paid for sex now. What woman could stand Baxter? She had always said that without money, Baxter would be invisible.
She had never thought in a million years that she would debase herself like this to make a buck and survive in the world, but times for her and her family were hard. During this painful time, she had time to reflect on all of the times in her pampered and privileged life she had thought her life was hard. It had been easy. Now it was hard. It was a stark contrast to the last 22 years of her life.
She was almost 26 now, living in a seedy motel, prostituting her body to survive. Bunny turned around. Baxter was smiling at her with that sleazy grin of his. It always made her feel like nothing but a coveted sex object. How much of his pleasure was actually derived from the sex they had?.
He seemed more excited about who he was sleeping with, she pondered. Whatever the reason, it did not matter. Baxter was paying for her services. That was all that she cared about.
He reached into his right trouser pocket and retrieved several crisp, folded hundred dollar bills.
Without having to count, Bunny knew how much he had pulled out, $1,500.00. She knew because she had been charging Baxter that exact amount for the past nine months now. He actually thought her rate was cheap. He was one of the only people from her old life who would have anything to do with her. He pressed the bills into the palm of her right hand.
She smiled up at him. She hated every second of groveling.
" I think we should discuss another arrangement between us." Baxter suggested.
" And what type of arrangement would that be, darling?" She asked, sounding saccharine, even to her own ears.
He didn't seem to notice though. He ate it up like it was expensive caviar.
"I want you...as my full time mistress." He confessed. "I-I would, of course, provide you with a penthouse along with all the things you are accustomed to."
She searched his chubby face. Baxter was serious, she deduced. She should have been flattered. This meant she was doing her job well. A good whore was upgraded to mistress, and if Bunny was good mistress, Bunny would never have to worry about money for a while. Bunny needed to be grateful.
This was like a sliver of sunshine in her dark and dreary life.
Baxter was her only client that treated her with a modicum of dignity and respect. Her other clients sometimes hurt her. The visceral way they lashed out at her for her familys misguided deeds in bed with her was frightening. She recalled a few weeks ago when one of her clients had punched her in the face during sex.
Leaving her with a black eye.
She had made him pay extra for his indiscretion and stopped seeing him. Yes, she should be ecstatic. Baxter wanted her to be his mistress. That meant no more violent clients.
" You are so sweet to me," she kissed him on his right cheek. " How did I get so lucky?"She asked rhetorically.
They exited the Suite and hotel together. Baxter had the concierge call a car for her. His limo was waiting for him a few feet away from the entrance. Baxter pulled Bunny to him, and hugged her. She didn't like being seen with him in public.
Bunny knew it could ruin his reputation.
Large, faux-designer sunglasses covered her face. Her hair was bleach blonde with long 18 inch extensions. She dressed more revealing now, but she could never be too careful, she thought.
"Text me when you get home." He told her.
She nodded her head in agreement, and got into the luxury car. Twenty minutes later, Bunny arrived at her hotel room. It was located on the east side of town. The east side was considered the ghetto. The irony of her life was astounding.
She was living in a dive hotel. A few years ago, Bunny would have never been caught helping at the local community center in this neighborhood. Her neighbors were no longer elite, rich white suburban people. She made the driver drop her off at the front of the office. She thanked the driver before getting out of the car and walked into the all-glass hotel lobby.
The desk clerk was standing behind the counter reading a newspaper. The desk clerk was also the owner. Her name was Mrs. Clara Fields. Mrs. Fields was an elderly lady in her mid-seventies. She was very nosy and loved running the hotel.
"Hello, Mrs. Fields." Bunny Greeted her.
Mrs. Fields immediately frowned at her. "You got my money!" She spat back at her.
Bunny took out a few crisp one hundred dollar bills she had just received and handed two of them to her.
"This should cover last week and this week." She explained.
"Go!" Mrs. Fields hissed at her and put the money inside of her bra.
Bunny exited the lobby and walked to her room. Moments later, she was standing in front of her room door. (Room 359). She put the keycard into the key-reader of the door. The light flashed green. She pushed it open.
Once inside, the heavy door slammed loudly behind her.
Her room looked the same as it had been when she had left it an hour and a half ago. It was a small space. She kept it very clean and tidy. She put her purse on the bed and walked over to the sink.
It was also where the wall-to-wall mirror hung on the wall. Bunny looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was non-existent. She looked like a cheap bimbo, she thought. She removed her jewelry first, then her jacket. The rest of her clothing followed.
She stood in front of the mirror naked. What was she doing?
She opened the bathroom door, walked over to the tub, pulled the shower curtain back, and turned on the water as hot as she could stand it. Seconds later, she got in. She washed away Baxter's touch.
His lips, his hands, and his c*ck. He wanted Bunny to become his mistress. She wondered what that would entail. Would it be endless boring parties? Or just her longing, adoration, and attention showered solely upon him? She washed her hair as she thought about his proposal. No more staying on the east side.
She would have her very own penthouse.
Life had humbled her in a way she never thought possible. The room she stayed in was the size of her old shoe closet. Bunny's life and the lives of her family members had spiraled out of control. The Government had taken everything from her and her family. She had felt helpless and hopeless.
The years. The memories. Bunny's entire childhood. It had all been taken away with a Judge's decree, and the slamming of a gavel. The men with cold expressions, in their all-black coveralls mechanically seized her family's items as the FBI stood by and watched her and her family comply.
Her clothing. Her jewelry. The family heirlooms. It had all been taken. Once upon a time, they had once been a wealthy family. They had been untouchable. Always in the tabloids. Always sparkly and shiny. Always the family that people wanted to party with, but now that wasn't the case...
Once upon a time, Bunny's family had been a wealthy one. They had been untouchable. Always in the tabloids. Always sparkly and shiny. Always the family that people wanted to party with or immulate.
But now, that was far from the case.
Now, her father was in the Media constantly. It was never good. It was always about his lifelong money laundering scheme, fraud, cover-ups, murders and Affairs. Things about him she had never known. Even now, with Bunny knowing he did commit those crimes, she still did not want to admit that he was guilty...