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 very handsy. I didn't mind it until he tried to kiss me. I barely knew the guy, and he made a move. Maybe he is used to getting any woman he wants. I mean, he manages girls. He blamed it on the **** and didn't seem to care; it was awkward thank god I didn't see him after that. They offered me coke as well, but I didn't want to do it, not that I'm against it, but it isn't for me.

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. She tried to kiss me. Yes, you heard right, Diary, V wanted to kiss me, and I let her. She is the first woman I have kissed, and it felt so good. It was soft and sensual; it wasn't like kissing a guy. I went to her place after. I just couldn't say no, not after the kiss we had. She fingered me, and it was terrific. It felt as though she knew my body better than I did. She called me a slut for being that wet, and I think she was right. I wanted it. I was soaked for her, and I would have let her do anything to me. I also tried to make her feel good, but she said I needed to work for her pussy. What does that even mean? Whatever it meant, I think I want to work for it, to taste her pussy. Am I a lesbian?

V bought up Onlysnaps when we had breakfast and said she could manage me. It is a lot of money, but can I put my nudes out there for the whole world to see? I will need to do my own research on OnlySnap before I make a decision.

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

~K