Ok, so it has been brought to my attention that the new thing for society women to do is write Chick Literature, or “CLit”. In an effort to keep up with the times this is the first chapter of my very own CLit, an untitled glimpse of the life of a twenty-four year old social climber. Please enjoy and feel free to make requests in the comments section.

CHAPTER ONE

   Chie watched from the rain-soaked window of her cheap apartment as three cars in convoy glided down her street. Well, not exactly her street but the street of Joseph, her boyfriend of two years. Chie sighed to herself and turned as Joseph came out of the shower half-dried with his towel wrapped tightly around him. Little droplets of water ran down his back from his hair as he winked at her and brushed past on his way to the bedroom.

   Chie made her way to the kitchen where the fridge stood empty and watched the dishes begin to ferment in a filthy pile in and around the sink. “Where am I?” she thought to herself, “What in this life is here for me?” Chie plonked herself down into a chair near the dining table covered in bread crumbs and bacon grease and sighed again. Life hadn’t always been like this. Chie remembered when she was vibrant and young – not that she was old in years – and every morning was a glorious occasion heralded by the king’s trumpets, a lion roaring, a horse galloping on a beach and the tanned and toned body of Joseph. Hot as molten candle wax and willing to have it dripped onto his stomach, in those days Joseph was bad. He was strong. He would wear rubber gloves and take Chie on the kitchen table. In those days Chie didn’t care about the breadcrumbs she might find in her hair after such an encounter, Joseph was receptive to the eyes Chie cast his way and any grievances she may have had were pushed aside.

   Now Joseph was more concerned about the new group of friends he had managed to work his way in with when he graduated with a law degree and began working at a firm. Gone were the days of passing out at old high school friends’ houses, now Joseph goes to “working parties” and “working drinks” in hotel lobbies where the only thing he tries harder to do than drink for free is leave Chie at home. She was tired of hearing about Henry’s new car or Hamish’s last iPhone, “You know, the first generation ones that were void if you hacked them.” Chie wanted to spend some time with Joseph and the sunrise, not Joseph and his stories about the finer points of copyright law. Not Joseph and his fucking Italian leather shoes. Not Joseph and his stupid suit and dark glasses and hours and hours of scouring the Internet for the best prices on cufflinks.

   Chie shot a glare toward the bedroom and walked the six steps to the bathroom. The door was open and the fan was doing its best to whir away all of the condensation from Joesph’s thirty minute shower-and-shave. “Sometimes he is such a slob!” She thought to herself as she saw another roll of toilet paper had toppled into the bath and was disintegrating into a pool of tepid, soapy shower water. Chie caught her own gaze in the mirror. At twenty-two, Chie was 5′ 6″, slim and as pale as a Japanese girl can get. Born in Prague to a Japanese mother and a Czech father she had a subtle Eastern-European accent, something which surprised first-time acquaintances to no end. Her dark eyes and black-rimmed reading glasses were the outstanding features of her face and she could stop a man in his tracks – little did she know it.

   And little did he know it but this evening was the last evening that Chie would spend in the company of Joseph. Chie was leaving and that was that. As soon as Joseph swooped past for a peck on the cheek before going out to his horrid engagement Chie would take her suitcase from the hall closet, Joseph’s car from the gravel driveway and drive until the tank was dry.

Written by: Zach.
Tags: clit, porn.