Chapter 1

There are those kids who feel entitled, and those who actually are. Children of the 1%. Angelica Boucheron was definitely in that category. Born in extreme wealth, she hadn’t had a life like most girls. She could hardly recall living in one place for more than two months, because her parents were always travelling for work, or “maximizing” as they called it, and now, at the age of 16, Angelica wasn’t allowed to live on her own yet. Not that it would have made much of a difference. Often times, she didn’t see her father or mother for days. Angelica didn’t know any better. She was raised mostly by Erin, who was both her nanny and her private tutor, and travelled with the family wherever they went.

Angelica was a celebrity. Not that she possessed any particular skills, but next to having been born in the Boucheron family, which automatically put her in the spotlight from day one, she had caused a few stirs in the media as well. She had publicly called out a talkshow host for being homophobic, which had earned her much praise in the LGBTQ community ever since. Angelica was openly gay, and many girls saw her as a role model, helped by her stunning looks, the glamour surrounding her, and her being vocal about it and having zero tolerance for any sort of homophobia, made her a constant source of interest for fans and journalists.

But Angelica was probably not the greatest role model to have. The fact was, she was a narcissist, just like a her mother, even though Angelica would probably try to choke anyone who accused her of showing any resemblance to her mother. She hated her. To Angelica, her mother was that one person who kept nagging her about having to work on her “brand”, and also the one who had forced her to go into therapy after she had gotten out of rehab a second time. That was another thing that didn’t make Angelica a perfect role model. Her continuous substance abuse. Two weeks after the last time she got out of rehab, one tabloid had managed to take a picture of her taking drugs once again at a club, and ever since, both her mother and the media just would not get off her back about it. She dealt with these little crises the only way she knew how: staying inside most of the time, and ignoring her mother’s text messages.

One of Angelica’s biggest problems was boredom. She spent most of her life either alone or surrounded by people sucking up to her, and had to constantly come up with things to keep herself entertained. Not having a permanent place of residence did not help establishing longer term friendships either. But one thing had provided a solution to her boredom on many occasions. Sex. Angelica was as addicted to sex as she was to alcohol and drugs. She needed it. Most of all, she needed the thrill. She wanted to try everything. She manipulated people, coerced people, only for that reason. Porn streaming sites were a major source of inspiration for her, and whenever she had discovered something new, she just had to try it. Extending her wardrobe and toy collection with whatever she saw. Sensual encounters with shy girls her own age where she had made those girls do whatever she had in mind. Seducing older women to please her, unable to resist the young beauty’s tactics. She loved messing with those women who were close to her mother. Call it revenge, or whatever it was to Angelica.

Most people who had met Angelica while she was hunting would call her intimidating. Unpredictable. Manipulative. At one moment cold, at another devilishly seductive. She had been called sadistic. Pure evil, even. Getting attached to her was the worst idea. As effortlessly as she wound someone around her finger, she’d just as easily leave them for dead. Erin, her tutor and probably the only person she respected somewhat, had tried to tell her that this wasn’t a good way to treat people. That she might hurt them. But Angelica had shrugged. She didn’t see anything wrong with it. It might be because she didn’t know all that well how affection worked, or she might have been unable to reason about the impact her deeds had on others. In any case, if something really became a problem, it could be solved by money anyway.

Angelica usually stayed at luxurious hotels or resorts, where the Boucheron family and their whole staff were living for as long as was needed, which was usually determined by when the business Angelica’s father was dealing with was going to be finished.

That Wednesday morning, Angelica felt inspired. She had noticed a very interesting specimen among the cleaning staff just yesterday, and it fit perfectly with a porn plot she had seen recently where a cleaning girl had had sex with the lady of the house. Although in the case of Angelica, things were probably going to be different. She always wanted more. Edgier. Messier. More thrills. And she had seen it in the cleaning woman’s eyes. She was not the subservient type she usually ran into. There was fire behind those eyes. And that was exactly what Angelica wanted at that moment. She just had to make the fire come out.

Usually, when the cleaning staff arrived around 10:30 and Angelica was still in her room, Angelica let them come in regardless. She didn’t care having the cleaning staff around with whatever she was doing, even if that involved them seeing her in any state of undress. The moment they managed to take a picture of Angelica, they’d be bombarded with lawsuits, and they knew it. The family reputation proved to be a very effective way to make sure the hotel staff was always very discreet.

What she was hoping for, was that particular woman coming over to do the daily cleaning of the room that morning. Every three days, there’d be three people coming over to clean out the whole suite, but on normal days, only the basics were cleaned, which was carried out by one person. She needed this woman alone.

Angelica was prepared. She knew how to impress, and this was the time to make an impression. She was freshly showered and groomed, but instead of regular clothes, she was wearing a very short silky pink robe which was tied in the front, a red, very skimpy thong under it, and a pair of very high heeled, open toe Louboutins from her enormous shoe collection. She was just taking care of the final preparations for her plan as she then heard the knock on the door. “Cleaning service,” a voice on the other side could be heard.

Angelica strutted towards the suite’s door, and opened it slightly, peeking to see who it was. Today was the day. It was her.

“You can come in...” Angelica said, as she opened the door further, revealing her seductive outfit as she did and stepped aside to let the woman with her cart in.

The cleaning lady, a black, somewhat chubby woman in what seemed to be her mid forties, discreetly looked away on seeing the beautiful rich girl dressed like that. Standing on her high heels, Angelica was even slightly taller than her. Angelica didn’t mind the lack of attention, her time would come. She visited the bathroom for a bit more freshening up, and then walked back into the suite, where the cleaning lady was making the bed.

Then, with her eyes set sharply on the lady, she walked directly towards her, and stood just a little bit too close to her while she was adjusting the sheets, her heels not making any noise on the high pole carpet as she walked.

“I’ve noticed a stain in the carpet,” she then said, her typical voice crystal clear, articulating every syllable as she always did. Some people, especially those who had run into her at a bad time, probably still got chills down their spine when they only imagined her voice.

The cleaning lady seemed stung like a bee, not having noticed how Angelica had sneaked up behind her, but seemed to contain herself as she stood up straight and looked into Angelica’s icy blue eyes.

“Where is it?”

“Right there. Next to the night stand. You should take a look.”

Angelica wasn’t one to argue with. Nor was any rich client of the hotel, but she had a talent to sound extremely demanding.

The cleaning lady then turned, and took a few steps towards the wall, inspecting the floor.

“I don’t see a stain,” the cleaning lady remarked.

“Well maybe you should look closer,” Angelica’s voice shot back immediately.

The woman clearly hesitated, and it didn’t go by unnoticed by Angelica. That was the fire she was looking for. She struggled with authority, that was perfect for what she wanted.

But the woman was smart enough to not go against the Boucheron girl, and whether she liked it or not, she bent her knees and knelt down on the floor, trying to take a closer look to find the stain the rich girl was talking about.

“I’m sorry, but I still don’t see a stain,” she said.

Angelica walked closer, until she was standing right next to the woman, her red toe nail peeping through the front of her expensive shoe.

“Maybe you should look closer,” Angelica repeated, in that ever serious tone, although the taunting intent cut right through it.

The woman’s blood was probably boiling already, and her hesitation was evidence of it. That bullying young girl standing over her, clearly humiliating her. There was very obviously no stain.

But sure enough, after another few seconds, the woman bent even further down, studying the carpet as if there must be some microscopic stain bothering the girl.

“I do not ... see ... any stain,” the woman then said, speaking slower, and the fury dripped from her voice.

For a few seconds, there was silence. Then a few hundred dollar bills floated down to the floor, right beside Angelica’s right foot, onto the carpet.

“Then I think you made it go away, and you deserve a reward,” Angelica said.

The cleaning lady slowly looked up, along Angelica’s long, smooth legs, and while there had been frustration in her eyes before, now that frustration was mixed with confusion. Surely the girl was pulling some prank, or setting her up.

“I can’t accept that,” the woman finally said, suspicion in her eyes.

“Yes you can. You pick it up, and put it in your pocket, and it’s yours. It’s very easy.”

Angelica knew perfectly well that for this woman, this was a pretty generous tip. To herself, it was hardly change. But she wasn’t completely ignorant as to how the financial hierarchy worked.

“Try it,” she encouraged.

Finally then, the cleaning lady picked up all three hundred dollar bills, and slowly put them in her pocket. At least she got something out of being bullied by that rich little bitch.

“But you can only keep it if you find the other half, or else I’ll have to tell your boss that you’ve accepted gifts,” Angelica smirked. She loved to scheme.

The cleaning lady’s eyes shot fire. What she had suspected only for a moment was now actually happening, and she had fallen for it. Yet, she knew very well that if Angelica actually told her boss that she had received gifts, she was definitely going to be fired, on the spot.

“Do you want to know where the other half is?” Angelica then looked down on her. Her smirk was gone, but her tone revealed that she was still very pleased with herself, her articulation probably infuriating the cleaning lady even more.

“Mhm...” the cleaning lady mumbled, not trusting this situation at all.

Angelica paused. Seeing that woman suffer, hope, oh, it was entertaining. But it wasn’t her goal. Her goal was to let the fire burn.

“It’s in my panties,” Angelica then said with a dead serious face.

The cleaning lady wasn’t having it. But what was she going to do? She looked as if she was sure she was being set up again, in yet another cruel way. The girl couldn’t be serious.

“You don’t believe me?” Angelica said, her tone cold, while looking down on the older woman sitting on the floor.

“I’m not ... sure I can believe you,” the woman carefully responded.

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“I’m not calling you a liar.”

“Not believing me is the same as calling me a liar.”

The woman didn’t know how to argue with the fierce young girl who’d be able to ruin her job in minutes.

But Angelica wasn’t planning on having her fired. Whle looking down on the woman, that same cold stare on her face as when she had just accused the woman of calling her a liar, she reached down and untied her pink, short robe. The soft fabric fell to the sides, revealing the sides of her bare breasts while just covering her nipples, but more importantly, her scandalously small red thong was revealed. The front of the thong was too small to conceal the three hundred dollar bills stuck into them. The woman just stared, in disbelief.

“Why don’t you get up and collect your reward,” Angelica said.

The woman hesitated again, but then seemed to realize she had no choice, while she was deeply confused about what was happening, and still very cautious about yet another trap. She got up on her feet slowly, then stood in front of Angelica, eye to eye. And that’s when Angelica was sure of it. The fire was still there. This woman wasn’t going to break. She loved it.

“Come get it...” Angelica’s voice then sounded softer, but no less taunting.

The woman shook her head just slightly, hesitated another few seconds, then reached out to the tip of one of the bills, as if carefully approaching an object that might be hot. But that wasn’t how Angelica had it in mind.

“You can only reach inside to get them,” Angelica said as she gently pushed the woman’s arm away.

The woman stared into Angelica’s eyes, and for the first time, there was some actual despair.

“Please don’t play games with me,” she looked serious while she said it.

“You should hurry up, or it will be gone. And your job too,” Angelica answered, ever so cold.

The woman’s despair was replaced by some mix of frustration and courage, and then, despite her understandable reluctance, she reached out to the front of the girl’s very skimpy thong, and finally slid her fingers inside the front of that small thong.

Angelica opened her mouth while holding her breath, enjoying the feeling of those fingertips against her mound, while the woman struggled slightly to fetch the three bills from her thong that way.

With that suspicious look still on her face, as if Angelica could grab the money from her hand at any time, she put the bills in her pocket, while Angelica kept staring at her.

“Are you sure you took it all? Maybe you should check if there’s more...” she then said, taking a step closer towards the woman, not because she wasn’t in reach already, but purely to provoke her.

By then, the woman was starting to realize that the teen in front of her had actual sexual intentions, even though she still seemed overwhelmed by the girl’s behavior. But at the same time, she was drawn to her, to the open offer to touch the gorgeous girl’s pussy, despite her attitude. Or maybe even because of her attitude.

Angelica noticed the renewed confidence in the woman’s eyes, as she then reached her hand towards Angelica’s crotch a second time, and much to Angelica’s approval, slid her fingers back into the front of that red, small thong.