Ana Demetrius Diary
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((Posted by Rachel))
*spending a few moments alone in my den, opening my diary and adding some notes*
Dear Diary, October 19, 2007
On Wednesday night Diego invited me out for, as he put it, "dinner and whatever". I'm sure his plans for "whatever" included spending the night at his place. The dinner meal at the Four Seasons Club was excellent, but I'm glad I had Lucas there waiting with the limo just in case.
In case turned out to be a cell phone call that Diego received just as we were finishing our Baked Alaska. He paid the tab and hurried out, so I finished the dessert and had Lucas pick me up out front.
We were barely home with me in the bath when David Dewher called asking if I was busy? I told him it was late, but if he wanted to make the trip over to my Oyster Bay, Long Island mansion he could spend the night.
He took me up on the offer saying he'd be there in 45 minutes. His taxi flew, but he still was about 25 minutes late. Just enough time for Lucas to help me finish my bath and slip into something comfortable. Ely met David at the front door and escorted him back to the library where I was waiting. I had to smile as David had trouble taking his eyes off of Ely in some little sheer dress that barely covered her goodies.
David made the night worth while as we played and played and played until sunrise.
*closing my diary, locking it and placing it in my locked desk drawer.
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*spending a few moments alone in my den, opening my diary and adding some notes*
Dear Diary, February 2, 2007
It's 2007 and I'm finally the official councilwoman for Long Island. I had no idea going in just how much time this job demands. It's encroaching on my modeling time, so I was glad when Bobby Campbell called on Wednesday night saying he needed me for a Clairol hair ad in the March issue of Vogue.
I told Lucas to get the limo ready and picked out a sexy pink dress that might work well for the ad. Bobby said he was shooting for a full page ad and to wear something sexy. The pink dress was slit clear up to the hip, so I chose a pair of pink lacy panties that matched and pink four inch heel shoes.
It was already starting to snow when we drove away and Lucas said the weather forecast was kind of bleak. The weather girl said 2 to 6 inches of snow might fall and the temperature was dropping to 22 degrees.
When we arrived at Bobby's studio there was already snow on the ground and Lucas had to help me across the slippery sidewalk. I was pissed about my expensive shoes getting wet, but Bobby found Lucas a towel to use to dry them off. Lucas, of course, came in the back with us where I'll be posing for the photo shoot. I met Rafe'ella Michaels back there, a stunning brunette that Bobby said would hopefully win the other full page Clairol ad.
Rafe had a glass of Zinfandel waiting, something Bobby always offered his models to loosen things up. He's notorious for plying his models with wine and then obtaining extra photos for is personal files. He even suggested we spend the night upstairs in his classy second floor apartment since it was snowing, but both Rafe and I declined. Neither of us was in the mood for a ménage a trios.
Bobby is a real hunk, but if I ever decide to have sex with him it would be under my own specific conditions. No way am I winding up in some secretly video taped affair in his studio.
I had Lucas carry me back out to the limo since the snow was really getting deeper. When we arrived back at the mansion Lucas prepared my bath I while stripped down. Five minutes later he removed my robe and I slipped in the hot bubble bath to relax. He washed both my back and my feet, then dried me off on a huge soft bath towel and tucked me in bed. He's a good houseboy.
*closing my diary, locking it and placing it in my locked desk drawer.
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Dear Diary, September 30, 2006
The other day I finally met with Diego Farina, the CEO of Genovese Enterprises. My research of the council seat on Long Island told me that if I really wanted that job, I'd need Farino's support.
I'd already met with Mayor Bloomberg expressing my interest in the council seat and he encouraged me to meet with Diego.
I was surprised to learn that Farino's office was located on the second floor of an old refurnished building in Queens called The Bergen Hunt and Fish Club. The first floor is a bar/restaurant managed by a man named Alex Pontifio.
The bartender, a handsome looking fellow named Gino Caruso, escorted me upstairs to Mr. Farino's paunch office which consisted of a huge mahogany desk at one end of the room with two padded chairs.. At the entry end there was a large round mahogany table surrounded by several large overstuffed leather chairs and a matching sofa.
Mr. Farina offered me a glass of wine from the mini-bar and a seat at the round table. I smiled as I sat down and crossed my long legs. I know that men can't resist watching them. He just smiled knowing I knew what thoughts went through his mind.
When I'd called to schedule the meeting, I'd told him I was planning to pursue the open Long Island council seat, so we didn't waste much time. He told me what he expected in return for his support. Genovese Enterprises has a iron clad grip on all the labor unions in the New York City area and I needed those votes to win. In return he wanted to maintain the refuse removal contract on Long Island. I assured him I'd support that, just as the previous councilman had.
He said that if I also helped him obtain the bigger and juicier construction projects on the Island, he'd offer me the same seat on the Genovese Enterprises Board of Directors that the previous councilman had held.
I nodded in agreement, but before I left I made sure he understood that I wasn't offering him my body. He just sort of laughed and said okay. My research told me that Diego had often been seen around town with some very important and good looking females.
He's the silver fox type, so I'll have to be careful there.
I'm waiting for Lucas Matzen's response to the contract I'd emailed him. Hopefully he'll agree to extend his job as my personal servant, chauffer and body guard.
*closing my diary, locking it and placing it in my locked desk drawer.
