Sex and the city

Chapter 9 The Crazy International Celebrity (1)
If you're lucky (or unlucky, some say), you'll meet this type of woman in New York.They are like colorful and free birds, always flying, and never stop for anyone.These women shuttled between the metropolises at will, looking down at the people in the mundane world whose notebooks are filled with to-do lists, and they are anxiously carrying their luggage and rushing on the road.And when they're tired of London parties, enough of the high-end ski resorts of Aspen or Gstaad, and all-nighters in South America don't whet their appetites, they might return to this makeshift nest --New York.

On a rainy afternoon in January, Amarita Amalfi flew from London to JFK.She’s wearing a white faux-fur coat by Gucci and black leather pants custom-made by New York Fur Store (“These are the last pants made of this material, I got them from Al McPherson,” she says) , also wearing sunglasses.With ten T.Anthony brand leather bags, she is absolutely as aura as a popular star. The only fly in the ointment is that she lacks an extended Lincoln.But she immediately took aim - a wealthy-looking businessman.She asked him to help with the luggage, and as expected, the man immediately obeyed—no man can resist Emmarita's charm.And before he realized what was going on, he had already got into his public-funded limousine together with Emmarita and those ten T. Anthony bags.On the drive to Manhattan, he suggested dinner—his treat, of course.

"Oh, dear, I'd love to," she said in an elegant accent that can only be heard at a Swiss women's college or a palace ball, "but I'm a little tired. I'm going back to New York just to rest, can you Understood, right? Maybe you would like to come to the Four Seasons Hotel for afternoon tea tomorrow afternoon. We can also go shopping together, and I happened to go to Gucci to pick up some pre-ordered things." The man couldn't find any reason to refuse her.He drove her to the door of an apartment in Beekman, took her number and said he would call her.Upstairs, Amarita immediately called Gucci.She put on airs in a high-society English accent: "I'm Ms. Caroline Belwas. I've ordered a new coat from you. I've just returned to New York and I'll pick it up tomorrow."

"Good Ms. Belwas," said the clerk respectfully.Emmarita hung up the phone, laughing smugly.

The next day, Kelly said on the phone with her old acquaintance Robert: "Amarita is back. I'll go have lunch with her in a while."

"Amarita?" Robert's excited voice came from the phone. "Is she still alive? I bet she's even more attractive than ever. She's a real dangerous woman. If a man slept with her, it would be a It's like jumping into some fancy club. You know, the people she's slept with are celebrities and rich guys, like Jack and Capote Duncan or something. Guys will be smug and think:' Damn, I've fucked every woman Jack fucked.' That's definitely bragging rights."

"Men are ridiculous," Kelly said.

Robert didn't take it seriously at all, and went on self-consciously: "There are only a handful of women like Emmarita, and Gabriel is one, and there are Mariette and Sandra. Emmarita is so beautiful, and both Humorous and free-spirited. She's an absolutely incredible woman. You'd only meet women like that in Paris, in see-through outfits that make your blood boil; or see pictures of them in W magazine. They are sexy as hell, and you are so dazzled by their fatal attraction that you can dream of it and it can change your life. Think, if you could touch her, if..."

Kelly hung up the phone without hesitation.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Kelly sat at the bar at Harry Cipriani's restaurant waiting for Emmarita.As usual, she had to wait at least half an hour.Beside the bar, a boss is meeting clients with his female secretary.They are talking about sex. "Men don't seem to take women seriously when they first meet them," said the secretary in a dark blue suit. "So if you want a man to be serious, wait until at least the third date." sleep."

"It depends on the woman," the client continued.He looked to be in his late forties, German in appearance, but with a Spanish accent—probably Argentinian.

"I didn't understand," said the secretary.

The Argentine looked at the female secretary and said: "You middle-class American women are all about catching men, but you are cautious, cautious, follow all kinds of rules, and can't afford to lose at all. But there is a type of woman who is completely different from you. .They are beautiful and attractive, and they come from a certain class, and they can do whatever they want, without any qualms."

Just then, Emmarita entered.There was a commotion when the restaurant supervisor embraced her. "Look at you," she said, "so thin! Are you still running five miles a day?" The supervisor graciously took her coat and bag.She's wearing a Kil Sander plaid suit (the dress alone is worth thousands of dollars) and a green cashmere shawl. "It's still hot in here." She fanned the wind with her gloves and took off her blouse.At that moment, everyone in the restaurant stared blankly at her, almost whistling and cheering. "Honey!" she greeted Kelly at the bar.

"Your table is ready," said the supervisor respectfully.

"I have so much to tell you," said Emmarita, "and I almost never came back!"

In April, Emmarita went to a wedding in London, where she met "Sir Shit Hate" (a pseudonym, of course). "But he's really a nobleman, my dear," she said, "related to the royal family, and he has a castle, and several foxhounds. The idiot said he fell in love with me at first sight in the church. After the reception At the banquet, he said: "Honey, I like you so much, but your hat is my favorite." In fact, this sentence has already revealed his true colors, but I didn't think about it at the time. At that time I Living with Katherine Johnson Bates, but she's driving me nuts all day long complaining that her apartment is full of my stuff. Damn it! Oh, she's a Virgo, you How else? Anyway, all I could think of at the time was how to find another place to live, and I knew Catherine was crazy about this "Sir Nasty Shit" - she used to use her horrible worsted Weaving woolen scarves for him, but he didn’t even like it. So, of course, I didn’t refuse him, not to mention that I really wanted to find a place to stay—kill two birds with one stone.”

On the night of the wedding, Emmarita moved to the villa in Eaton Square.For the first two weeks, everything was perfect. "I was like a geisha," Emmarita said, "massaging him every day, serving him tea, reading the newspaper in the morning, and reading something interesting to him." Sometimes, Jazz Will take her out shopping.They held a grand banquet in the castle, and Emmarita helped him draw up the guest list, and invited all the people who should be invited.From guests to servants, everyone likes her.He admired her.But as soon as they returned to London, conflicts began to arise one after another.

"You know, I've been collecting all kinds of lingerie over the years," Emmarita said.Kelly nodded.She knows too well that Emmarita has collected a large number of famous designer works in the past 15 years; and she also spent three days helping Emmarita wrap all the collections in tulle. "I was trying on underwear one night and he walked in, 'honey,' he said, 'I've always wondered how I'd look in those underwear, would you mind... let me try ?So I can get a better sense of what it's like to be a woman like you.'”

"Okay. But the very next day, he made me roll the newspaper up and spank his ass. 'Honey,' I asked him, 'don't you think newspapers are supposed to be read?'" No! I just like it when you whip me hard,' he said. So I compromised again - wrong again. The end result is that he stays at home all day and puts on my clothes when he wakes up in the morning, Not doing business. A few days later, he insisted on wearing my Chanel jewelry."

"How does he look in your clothes?" Kelly asked.

"Not bad," Emmarita said. "He's one of those good-looking British guys, you know, the kind of guy you can't tell if you're straight or gay just by looking at him. But it's really It's horrible - he's crawling around on his hands with his ass sticking out. Come to think of it, I've thought about marrying him before!"

"I couldn't stand it! I told him I was leaving but he wouldn't let me and locked me in the bedroom. I had no choice but to escape through the window. I was still wearing Manolo Blahnik stiletto heels - I'm such an idiot, I should have worn Gucci's and something lighter. But he took all my shoes before, and these Manolos were the only ones he didn't like - he thought they were Last year's style. Since then, he has never allowed me to go back. He said he would deduct all my clothes and shoes to cover the phone bill I owed-but the phone bill was only [-] pounds. , very little. I said to him: 'Darling, are you so unreasonable? I'm just calling my daughter and my mother!'”

"But I also had my trump card - I took his mobile phone. I called him from the street and said, 'Honey, I'm going to have afternoon tea with Catherine now. When I get back, I hope to see All my suitcases can be left outside the gate, well packed. I'll double check and if something's missing - even if it's missing a small earring, a thong or a rubber sole on the heel - —I'll call Nigel Dempster right away."

"He did?" Kelly asked with some awe.

"Of course!" said Emmarita. "These Brits are terrified of the press. As soon as you threaten to put their good deeds in the press, they'll give in right away."

At this time, the Argentine came over. "Amarita." He held out his hand and bowed slightly.

"Ah, Chris!" she greeted him in Spanish, and they chatted lively for a while in Spanish that Kelly couldn't understand.Finally Chris said, "I'm going to be in New York for a week, and we should get together."

"Of course, honey." Amarita smiled and looked up at him, the corners of her eyes furrowed slightly.This signature smile usually means "fuck off."

"Hey, rich Argentinian," she explained, turning, "I used to live on his ranch for a while. We rode all over the prairies on ponies, and he was so nice, so I slept with him. His wife found out - the woman was pregnant. She had the guts to throw a tantrum. Shouldn't she appreciate someone helping her get rid of that rotten man?"

"Miss Emmarita Amalfi?" the waiter came up and said, "I have your number."

(End of this chapter)