Diary entry.

Dear Diary,

Another week is done, and I survived my second week at the job. Henry dumped another bunch of work on me; go figure. It still bothers me that he doesn't acknowledge me. I am not asking for praise, but at least an, how are you doing? Would be nice. I am his PERSONAL assistant, but I feel more like a stranger who slaves away for him. I don't understand that man. Maybe it's better this way.

I met V for coffee during the week. She is still the same old V, always making everything about sex or guys. Maybe it's because all guys fawn over her, and her head is wired that way. It can get draining sometimes, but she is still fun to be with and was there for me after the accident. She asked me if Henry was hot, and I said he was. Honestly, for a man in his 40s, he is attractive in a gruff way. Not like anything will ever happen, I barely exist in his eyes.

Tom has been distant since we went to the Trawler last weekend. I made sure I spoke to him, but something felt off. I feel like he is hiding something from me, and it's weird because he tells me everything. I will speak to him next week and try to prod him to see what he's hiding. I invited him to come with V and me to Vixen, but obviously, he said no. They can have a different view of things, but can't they just drop it and become friends? It's exhausting, honestly.

I went to Vixen with V. Yes, Diary, you heard that correctly. I went to Vixen, aren't I fancy? I felt out of place, though; it was a smorgasbord of who is who in there. I met Andre; that's how we got into Vixen. He is confident and charming; it turned me on. I mean, he never hid the fact he was into me, and I thought he was sexy in a bad boy way. He kissed me, and I wanted him to. I melted; he knows how to kiss a girl. I can still feel his lips, his tongue. He took it further, and I let him, he fingered me in the club, and it was HOT. I never thought I was a girl like that, but the thought of being caught and watched only turned me on more. God, it's making me wet right now. I had coke for the first time, and I loved it. I felt fantastic like I could do anything.

I danced with V and just let go; it felt good. I hadn't danced like that in ages. V finally told me what she does. Now I understand why she dodged the question. She works as a nude model on a site called OnlySnaps and makes a lot of money doing it, and Andre manages her.

Andre asked me to go home with him, and I couldn't refuse. Getting fingered earlier, I wanted to repay him. When he pinned me against the wall, his hand on my wet pussy, asking me if I had been with a black man before, all I wanted in the world was him inside of me. His cock is something else, and I don't know how I fit it inside me. It hurt when he fucked me, felt like he was going to drag my insides out. Although when I got used to his size, it felt like nothing I had before, feeling so full it drove me mad. I don't think I have been fucked that hard and deep. I may just get addicted to that cock of his. My pussy was so sore the next morning. He made me breakfast, and he gave me an OnlySnaps recruitment pitch. It felt like he only fucked me to make me one of his girls. He said I can make a lot of money. I could use more money, and he seems to know what he's doing. I mean, look at V; she's making 40k a month. Maybe I will have to do my own research on OnlySnaps. He said something about how everyone's a whore, and how we sell different parts of ourselves. There is some truth to that.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. (Seneca)

~K