Cherry - part 4

Cathy

Story

In all her days as the local whore, she had never been anywhere so fancy as at the Waltz family resident. The house is huge and each room is beautifully decorated. She follows Cherry into one of her rooms – her living room. Bigger than Cathy's living room in her apartment. But her apartment is kind of tiny, but also pretty cheap. The party is still going on, and they had to take one of the other doors, just to prevent anyone from seeing Cherry's red eyes.

Cathy does not fear the coming questions. She is willing to tell everything. She sits down in one of the chairs around the coffee table.

“James, could you bring us a pot of tea, a plate of cookies and the usual bowl of sweets.” Cherry calls in a microphone.

“Your family has a butler called James?” Cathy asks.
“Well, yes. James is my butler. My parents have their own, that's Jeremy.” She smiles apologetic, as if it is indeed her fault, that Cathy never made anything useful of herself and her skills. She holds a grin when she realizes, that she has no skills. Nothing that can be used in the exposing daylight.

James is quite quick. The tea, the plate and the bowl is placed on a pretty tray, and he places it in front of them. Of course Cathy eats. But just not really in front of her clients. And not before a blowjob, especially. She is afraid of vomiting, though her experience. And she cannot gain weight, because then she'll lose what is left of her few clients.

Cherry sips her tea as a real lady. Lady Cherry, she thinks for herself, what an honor to meet you, I am miss Cathy, from the Goethe family. Cathy's family doesn't have anything, and her parents is divorced, after a crucial breakup when her mother and father cheated both, but her father was the first to find out, and from then on, they only spoke whenever a lawyer was present. Most of their money went for lawyers and such, and poor, little Cathy had already moved out by then, but she never got anything from them. Not at all. Not ever.

Make-believe will not do her good, and Cathy knows that. But sometimes, it is nice to pretend, just for that second it takes to sip from the teacup.

“Cathy, I am awfully sorry about your situation. It cannot be easy.” Cherry says, and a fire inside Cathy is burning in a funny way. It is not anger, but so close. She must be offended, yes, Cathy is indeed offended. She doesn't know a thing, Cherry doesn't know anything.

“Don't be.” Cathy mutters through her teeth, and judging Cherry's expression, she knows she went too personal, too far.

“I just don't get it. Why would you even start doing it?”

Now Cathy could understand, even answer. She had been longing to tell this story for so long, but no one ever cared to ask. She smiled her smirky smile and began telling her story.

“When I was 14, my mom and dad was never around. They both had affairs. My dad was having sex with my aunt, and he went to see her all the time. He stayed there for weeks, claiming it was a business trip. My mom never cared, she had affairs all over the town. Not at the same time, though. Most of the time, it was our former neighbour. He was three years younger and good looking. Once, they were at home, I came inside, but they didn't notice me. I opened the door to the bedroom just enough so I could see them. It was so loud that they didn't notice me. He looked like he was raping her. His face, red and sweaty, banging his waist against hers. She was bowed in a weird position, and for some reason I never really understood, she was moaning and clapping her own chest at the same time. I just ran from home, not knowing what to make of this. A friend took me in, as I explained I couldn't possibly stay at home. And I was in the best of luck, since my friend owned the building, in which I live in now. She told me I could rent with a discount when I got some money. How does a 14 year old girl get money? Well, she sure as hell doesn't know. Again, I was in the best of luck, as I met a man on the street one day, he was asking for directions. He asked, before leaving, where I was heading, and I told him I was looking for a job, anywhere they'd take me in. He happened to run a small store, and what he could offer me was not much, not enough for rent, that's for sure, but I took it as a start. Well, two years went by like that. I saved everything I got paid. I worked overtime each day. The money was illegal and I never cared. Taxes and stuff was not a luxury I could or would afford. Right before my 17^th birthday, one of my costumers at the store was a very, very nice looking man. He had come in after hours to pick up a package from the mail, which he couldn't get in the daytime when he was working. I had volunteered to work overtime and close the shop. We got to talk and suddenly his expression changed and became... mysterious and dark. He told me how his wife had left him and how he was ever so lonely. He stroke my hair so gently as he told me, that if she had only been more... willing... it would have turned out fine. Their relationship would never have cracked. But she never was willing. He kissed me and one thing led to another. He took the innocence I had left. Afterward, he gave me a 'tip', which was far more generous than I had ever received, combined. This was how to get money. This was the way. I told him that if he needed anything, he should call me. And if he knew any friends, they were ought to call me as well. He left with the words “Little miss, this is no way to make a living. And if it is, so let it be. You better suck hard.” I actually never saw him again, but he had made a hell of a work out and about. People came into the store, trying to arrange meetings with me. I wasn't good at the time, but I was the only one. Absolutely the only one. And I took every costumer I could get. Some even taught me a thing or two as well. I had a nighttime job, and all went great. It was hard and exhausting at first, but I got the hang of it. When a rumor started, that I was sick, I lost most of my costumers. It was good, because it taught me to be picky. Suddenly, I was some kind of high class whore, and I got paid more because I was picky, and knew who I wanted to serve. Rumors was still spread, of course, but I never bothered me. And now, here I am. 19 years old.”

Cherry has stopped drinking her tea. The cup is half empty, and she haven't touched it in a long time. Maybe it's Cathy's fault, but she doesn't really wonder. The tea does taste good, though, but Cherry is used to it. She has to be.

“I see.” She says, face smooth as a real lady. Cathy is still, so perfectly quiet, one could hear a cricket if there happened to be one. She waits for another question. Cherry observes Cathy like she was poisonous. Like if she spoke too quickly, she would infect her. As if she would infect the entire, huge house and leave the bodies to rot. Cathy thinks Cherry is afraid of her. Just a little, tiny bit.

“Don't you have any plans for the future? No wish for an education?” Cherry sounds very concerned, maybe she pities her. Cathy doesn't want nobody’s pity, and for a brief second, she hates Cherry, the fine, rich lady so much she wants to slap her. Her hatred passes and she smiles.

“I wanted to be everything in the entire world,” Cathy answers with a dreamy look, as she remembers all her fantasy jobs, “I wanted to be a life coach, for troubled kids. Getting the leaders of tomorrow a fresh start, a clean slate, back on the right track. And I wanted to be a kindergarten teacher. One to comfort and play with the kids for a year before they had to start the rough life in school. And I wanted to be a fire-woman, and rescue people in need. And I wanted to be a social employee, and help where I could, where the society would need someone. I wanted to be someone who was needed. I wanted to be that someone. And then reality hit me in the head, and reminded me how I have no time or money for a fancy education. How would I pay? I only have a little saved up in the bank, mostly for injuries, since I don't have health insurance. I just don't have the money. So no, I have no educational plans. I have a fine job at the store, I pay my rent every month, right on time. I don't have money for luxuries like fancy food or dresses, all my clothing comes from second-hand shops. Even this dress. Do you believe anyone wouldn't want it? Anyway, I make do, and that's enough.” She smiles again, this time without any sincerity at all.

The look in Cherry's eyes, is a look Cathy have seen a few times before; the look of pity. That look is a look she doesn’t care for at all. Should she go? She takes another cookie and leans back. Wonder when she'll have cookies this good ever again.