Nympho

Fancy

"So, Vanessa, have you had sexual relations with anyone in the past 24 hours?"

"If you're asking if I've fucked anyone, then the answer would be no." I smirked, "But I did, however, give a blowjob to that hot guy in the waiting room about... Twenty minutes ago." I grinned at her as she raised an eyebrow.

"When you do things like that, how does it make you feel? I'm saying on any terms other than sexual gratification. Does it make you feel good, bad, loved, lonely? Anything?Anything at all?" Dr. Mason looks at me in that concerned way that my mom does. Like she actually cares. Like she really, truly pities me. Like this isn't just because she's being paid a bunch of money. I hate that stupid, frustrating, annoying look. It was the kind of look that would make you want to yell at her, say 'fuck you I'm not some basket case.'

But anger doesn't get to me like that.

All I do is flash her a smile and say condescendingly, "It sounds like to me that you haven't bumped uglies with anyone in a while, Dr. Mason. You seem far too interested in my sex life. Maybe you should get out and get laid. Then you can tell me how that makes you feel. I really don't know what to tell ya, Doc. I just love sex and it makes me feel good. Isn't that the point?"

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As I walked into the foyer, I slipped off my shoes finally ready to just go up stairs and relax. Maybe watch some Netflix, I thought with a smile, thinking of binge-watching some Gossip Girl. I walked on the cold tile towards the kitchen, thinking of snacks that I could bring with me upstairs. As I stepped through the living room, I saw my mother sitting on the leather couch.

"We have a last minute dinner with someone very important. We are going to that new restaurant, La Meilleure. You have around an hour before we leave," Mother said without looking up from her phone.

My smile faded upon hearing this. "Are you kidding me? Why do I have to go?"

"Because I said so, Vanessa. There's a lot riding on this. Miles Huntzberger is a very important person and, if his company were to merge with ours, it could potentially triple the net worth," she said excitedly like I actually cared. "Miles's son is coming also. He's around your age and I expect you to be polite and accommodating. His name is Lucas."

I scoffed, "You act like we really need this extra money, Mom. We have more than enough to buy thousands of Jimmy Choos. I think we're good. Besides, why go to some pretentious French restaurant? I mean the name isn't even creative! 'The Best?' Seriously? That's the best they could come up with?"

"Just do as I say, Vanessa," she sighs, "I laid out a dress for you on your bed. No need to take a shower; your hair looks good as is. I need to make a phone call so this conversation is over, no arguments. Oh, and put on some powder. You're looking a bit shiny."

With that, she gets up and strolls to her office. Why she needs an office, who knows? Not like she has a job besides planning random parties for us to host and making this family at least look picture perfect.

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As I walked down the stairs, I heard my mother arguing with someone on the phone. I stopped to listen in on the conversation, it sounded serious.

"No, Richard. You know this would not be good for her! I'm not sure if she's making progress but this would definitely not help. You'll just have to tell your brother no. Look, we can talk about this later. Are you close? Good, we wouldn't want to be late. Bye, love you. See you soon."

As I continued down the stairs my mom spotted me and smiled, "You look lovely, honey. I knew that color would look good with your skin tone. It suits you."

"For once, I actually agree with you, Mother." And I did have to admit my mother had taste. She always had an eye for these kinda things. The dress was a purple semi tight dress with diamond spaghetti straps. It showed just enough cleavage to still be considered classy. I had paired it with a diamond bracelet and my signature 'N' necklace. Suddenly I heard a honk from outside.

"Must be your father, let's go."