Chapter 10

“You’re late,” Vanessa said.

The socialite sat in the Carrington Country Club with a mildly annoyed look on her face. Her black shoulder length hair perfectly coiffed atop of her carefully made up face. She wore an expensive powder blue dress with matching shoes and white gloves.

“Oh, what’s the matter? Your girdle too tight?”

Across from her sat Violet. Vanessa’s cousin. Violet was a couple of years younger, blonde, and liked to keep the theme of her name, so she was always dressed in some shade of violet. Her blonde hair was done in a 1940s Veronica Lake style. This was no one off though. Violet was always dressed like she just came out of a time machine. Her preferred time period was the 1940s-60s. Violet was an Instagram influencer with thousands of followers who loved her vintage colorful looks, her pinup girl curves and her crowning glory, that always impeccably styled blonde mane.

“Do not bring that up!” Vanessa said.

“Oh, come on, Cousin Vanny,” Violet said, “tell me the truth. Are you all bound up right now? Is it hard to breathe?” She suppressed a giggle as she spoke.

“It was all faked. Video manipulation and lies,” Vanessa said.

“Oh, I’m sure,” Violet said as she rolled her eyes.

“Well… okay. I WAS wearing a little shapewear. But it’s not my fault! Our new chef has served nothing but carbs lately and I haven’t had time to work off those extra pounds. But it’s not like it looks,” Vanessa said. “People are acting like I’m some sort of a…”

“Blimp?” Violet said.

“Hmph, never mind that. Besides that is such old news. If you want to talk about a shapewear wearing fatty, what about Buffy Whittendale? Did you see those pictures that were going around?”

Buffy Whittendale was another super rich friend of Vanessa's. One day while at a party Vanessa noticed Buffy was wearing a pair of spanx and managed to take a picture of this. She held onto it until her own exposure. Then decided to release them online to deflect from her own humiliation. This tactic did work as the gossip and attention changed from Vanessa to Buffy. People were starting to wonder which rich snob would be exposed next.

“And what about Danny? Does he really wear diapers?” Violet said.

“Oh, for goodness sake. He fell off a horse and had an injury. He was wearing something medical as a precaution,” Vanessa said. “It’s very cruel what people are saying about him. He was so embarrassed. My poor baby boy.”

“Oh really? The rumor is he wets himself whenever he gets scared,” Violet said.

“Oh honestly. And I heard you’re quite wet around the pool boy, but we don’t want to give in to any silly rumors, now would we?” Vanessa said while giving her cousin an annoyed look.

“Touché,” Violet said, grinning ear to ear.

“I did not invite you here so you could ask me about these ludicrous rumors going around,” Vanessa said regaining her composure. “I have a little favor to ask of you. A mission if you will. Perfect for someone with your... particular charms.”

“And what might that be?”

“There’s a boy I’d like you to get to know. Charm him for a bit and then… dump him cold,” Vanessa said smiling. “It’ll be fun. Your kind of fun.”

Violet was interested. It did sound like fun. This was the sort of thing she did when she was bored anyway. Find some loser to toy with. Get him to buy her things. Then discard him when she lost interest or couldn’t stand looking at his face anymore.

“Maybe. Tell me about him,” Violet said.

“He’s an absolute nerd. Glasses, classic geek. There’s no way he could resist someone like you,” Vanessa said.

“Most boys can’t resist a real woman like me,” Violet said, leaning back and sticking out her chest. A few older men sitting nearby took notice of her curved breasts stretching the top of her violet dress. “Why this nerd? Who is he to you?”

Vanessa pulled out a phone and pulled a picture of Gavin and showed it to Violet.

“This boy that is going out with that horrible stable girl who humiliated me,” Vanessa said. “I figure turnabout is fair play. You lead him on for a bit. Until he breaks up with little miss poverty. Then you get the joy of breaking his geeky little heart. But that’s only the fun part. I also need you to find something for me.”

“What?”

“This little cretin has a certain video of me and Danny that I would prefer to be in my possession,” Vanessa said.

“A sex tape?” Violet said, her ears perking up.

“Keep your voice down. And yes. Those two little creeps filmed us through a window. It’s disgusting! Anyway, I you need you to rummage through his Star Trek collection or whatever and find it,” Vanessa said.

“Certainly doable,” Violet said. “What’s in it for me though?”

“Other than your own enjoyment of having a male plaything for while? You get me to not tell my dear Uncle Perry about your dalliance with that valet that works here,” Vanessa said smiling.

Violet fretted.

“Okay, fine. I’ll do it. But I don’t want to hear you bring that up again, Cousin Vanny!” Violet said getting a bit huffy.

“Never again. On my honor,” Vanessa said, holding up her hand.

“Seems easy but I’ll have you know; I’m NOT playing Dungeons and Dragons with that geek. I have to draw the line somewhere,” Violet said.

“Oh of course,” Vanessa said, sipping her tea.